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lilietherly · 2 years

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[Fanfic! Victorianlock]

Relación establecida.

Omegaverse.

Omega John Watson/Alfa Sherlock Holmes.

Bottom John Watson/Top Sherlock Holmes.

Niños Holmes-Watson originales.

Fluff.

Romance.

Smut desvergonzado. R18.

Sí, comenzaré a especificar que incluso siendo mi Watson el Omega, también es bottom; me encontré por ahí una historia en donde pese a ser el Omega, Watson era el Top de Holmes y, después de traumarme, gritar y salirme de esa historia para después llorar por mi tiempo perdido, tomé la razonable decisión de ser aún más específica con esa clase de etiquetado. En fin... Esta historia la escribí con todo mi esfuerzo, amor y aprecio para mi queridísima Alicebaskersville <3 <3, en Wattpad, como regalo por todos y cada uno de sus encantadores comentarios. Oh, y aunque la historia ya tenga título y resumen, debo aclarar que no hay ninguna edición de por medio, así que me disculpo de una vez por los errores que encontrarás. Espero esta historia sea de tu agrado <3 <3 <3

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MOCIÓN ASERTIVA

«De cuantas promesas se han cumplir, imperativo es, por sobre las justificaciones o los contextos, que una de ellas se ejecute siempre hasta las últimas consecuencias».

Esa noche Watson apenas logró dejar de suspirar ante la más relajante atmósfera, emoción acumulada desde el amanecer cuando los planes para el resto del día comenzaron a formarse y, hora tras hora, no hubo mayor retraso o cambio inesperado que pudiese afectar el delicado equilibrio.

Comenzó al despertar entre los fuertes y delgados brazos de su Alfa, Holmes escondía su nariz entre el cabello rubio de Watson, acostado más sobre él que en la cama y cubierto hasta la coronilla de mantas cálidas. El aroma mezclado de ambos hipnotizaba al Omega, lo calmaba como ninguna cosa podría hacerlo. A excepción, claro, del aroma conjunto de su pequeña familia, una adición que involucraba un trío de cachorros enérgicos y traviesos, mismos que interrumpieron los besos suaves del detective deliciosamente encaminados a su cuello y, quizá, hacia el sendero de sus clavículas.

Kendall junto a Paris prepararon el desayuno, con un poco de ayuda de la abuela Hudson el desastre no pasó a mayores, comieron a la mesa disfrutando de una charla amodorrada, estallidos repentinos de risas y miradas de agradecimiento, diversión, amor. Por la tarde, vestidos adecuadamente, aprovechando el buen clima, la propuesta de una visita al Regent’s Park obtuvo un buen visto general.

Desde hacía un tiempo Watson había perdido parte del decoro aprendido como Omega Sangre Pura y el modo en que debería comportarse: elegante, orgulloso, inmaculado en todo sentido. Jamás, jugando con sus cachorros y su Alfa, encontró o encontraría razón para arrepentirse, para negar la diversión de perseguir, ensuciarse o hacer el ridículo absoluto. ¿Y la mirada tan clara de alegría en el rostro de su detective y sus niños? Indudablemente, Watson no enseñaría ninguna de esas reglas absurdas a su único cachorro Omega, Virgil.

Sin embargo, de no ser por su estatus de Sangre Pura, ni a Watson ni a su encantadora manada los hubieran recibido en el pequeño café, donde se detuvieron antes de regresar a casa para lavarse el lodo y reparar el zapato de Paris, cuya suela no resistió un accidental tropiezo. Nunca el café o los bocadillos llenaron tanto al alma como el corazón. Incluso los regaños de la señora Hudson sobre los rastros de tierra se antojaron dulces.

Dos baños para cinco personas fueron un problema incluso cuando solo eran tres. Pese a ello, tras una planeación hecha con toda la seriedad, cierto equilibrio se encontró una vez Kendall y Paris aprendieron a bañarse sin ayuda. Al terminar ellos, Holmes tomó su turno para bañar a Virgil, ocupándose Watson de su propia persona. Grande fue la sorpresa del doctor al advertir la puerta abriéndose y dando paso a un Holmes muy preocupado de haberlo alcanzado demasiado tarde. Sonrieron como si se tratara de la primera vez que se encontraron desnudos uno frente al otro.

Las cosas se desarrollaron lentamente, Watson, casi terminando, retiró de la piel de su esposo cada mancha que resistió antes los pañuelos o que atravesó las capas de ropa. A falta de palabras, conforme los besos pausados acrecentaban se ampliaba también el camino de sus manos; la atmósfera adquiría tenues peticiones de necesitar más. Holmes acarició a su Omega en la espalda baja, Watson no podía disminuir el ritmo de sus labios. Un grito agudo proveniente de la sala los detuvo. Resistieron con honores la interrupción y cualquier intención en el ascenso de sus caricias.

Virgil, el pequeño manipulador Omega Sangre Impura, orgullo de su padre y constante preocupación de su madre, tenía a cada Alfa en el 221B bailando alrededor de su delicado meñique. Aprovechando el impulso sobreprotector y la necesidad casi innata de un Alfa para hacer feliz a un Omega, el menor de los Holmes-Watson encontraba en la atención de sus hermanos mayores una gran fuente de diversión, disfrutando verlos pelearse por quién atendía sus caprichos con la mayor prontitud al liberar su aroma y hacer lucir aquellos grandes ojos grises. Holmes aprendió a resistirse en una buena parte de las veces, no así Kendall o Paris, cuyos jóvenes lados Alfa se hacían, conforme maduraban, débiles y confusos al aroma Omega.

Watson recordaba las ocasiones en que su simple esencia bastó para recibir elogios o regalos cuando niño. Al principio iba de maravilla, tarde aprendió que su aroma podía ser la causa de que Alfas y Betas hicieran cosas indecibles si llegaran a obsesionarse con el aroma de un Omega en específico. Puede que dentro de casa Virgil estuviera seguro, cosa diferente sería una vez comenzara a salir sin la compañía de sus padres o hermanos. El doctor resolvió el tema de “la galleta que Virgil escoja será el ganador” tan pronto se hubo enjuagado y medianamente secado, tomó en brazos a su cachorro siendo perseguido y devolvió las galletas robadas a la señora Hudson. Holmes los hizo disculparse y ambos tuvieron un relativo silencio mientras se cambiaban. Sus miradas pedían algo que no les sería posible entregar en ese momento.

Lo único planeado ese día era hacer uso de los boletos para el ballet que el último cliente de Holmes les dio junto al pago. Así pues, luego de una comida ligera y haber vestido con sus mejores galas a los cachorros, partieron. Ni Watson ni Holmes tenían alguna esperanza de poder apreciar el espectáculo en su totalidad tomando en cuenta la presencia de los menores, ambos habrían acordado dar los boletos extra a alguien más de no ser por el entusiasmo del cliente de ver a la familia entera en su espectáculo, ocupando uno de los palcos. Los niños, a su vez, hubieran elegido también quedarse en casa y jugar, a pasar el tiempo en algo tan aburrido.

Virgil y Paris, una vez los adultos ocuparon su lugar, lograron dar veinte o treinta vueltas alrededor de los asientos, Kendall se les unió en las últimas cinco gritando por un poco de compostura —que en la mayoría de los casos él podía guardar solo un par de minutos—, hacia el final y a punto de comenzar la escena, los tres tomaron sus respectivos lugares en la fila de adelante. Holmes y Watson justo detrás, vigilando. Kendall y Paris cayeron dormidos luego de la primera media hora; Virgil no alcanzó ni la mitad de ese tiempo, sus padres disfrutaron del espectáculo… Al menos lo suficiente, pues a falta de mayores interrupciones, uno u otro rompía los cortos lapsos de concentración dando o pidiendo besos suaves y caricias delicadas.

Al iniciar la pausa en la representación que ninguno logró advertir, Holmes logró separarse de su Omega un segundo antes de que la cortina en la entrada del palco se abriera de par en par, anunciando al director de la escena y último cliente. Fingiendo saber de lo que el hombre hablaba, Watson se unió al detective en la plática, soportaron honorablemente hasta el final de la pausa. Los niños despertaron a tiempo para agradecerle al director el estar ahí, usando las dotes de actuación que tan bien aprendían de su padre el hombre se retiró con una brillante sonrisa en el rostro. Watson, orgulloso de sus educados cachorros, se preocupó a la vez de los buenos mentirosos que se acercaban a ser.

—Lo hicieron por él, mon ange —susurró Holmes sosteniendo la mano de su esposo, quien besándole en los nudillos, asintió.

El resto de la función avanzó como debió ser la primera parte, los cinco atendieron a los bailarines, la música los envolvió, el tranquilo aroma en el aire los colocó pronto en sintonía. Los menores hablaban entre sí, murmurando cómplices, pronto mucho más entretenidos en su propia platica. Watson y Holmes dividían su atención entre ellos y los bailarines.

El coche alquilado que los llevó, los recogió puntualmente. Los cachorros, por supuesto, no resistieron el aburrimiento, Holmes salió cargando a Virgil en un brazo y sosteniendo de la mano a un aletargado Kendall, cuyo cansancio se reflejaba al dar ninguna negativa a que su padre lo guiara de esa forma. Watson aseguraba entre ambos brazos a Paris, los delgados brazos del niño abrazándolo del cuello. Sentados dentro del coche, frente a su Omega, el detective aseguró a sus hijos contra su costado y pecho, el doctor, en cambio, recostó el cuerpo de Paris en los asientos a su lado permitiéndole así sostener en su regazo la preciada cabecita de cabello rubio.

Watson suspiró por décima tercera vez al mirar a su Alfa, sonrió al recordar el maravilloso día, semana, año. Sonrió al pensar en lo que se convirtió su vida. Besando las frentes de sus cachorros Holmes le devolvió la mirada a su Omega, reflejando al instante el gesto de los labios delgados y notablemente rosas, aun a pesar de la oscuridad en la cabina. Observó atento el brillo en los ojos verdes, las preciosas manos dando suaves caricias entre las hebras del cabello de Paris, admiró el saludable color en esa piel. Nada habría en el mundo que detuviera su felicidad, Holmes aún no podía creer que él mismo había contribuido en la creación de ese hermoso hombre, su precioso Watson.

Se estudiaron largamente, como si el tiempo les perteneciera o no tuvieran misión más importante. Un tiempo incontable después sus ojos se encontraron: avergonzados tal como si se tratara de la primera vez que les parecían tan claros los pensamientos del otro, dirigieron su atención a las ventanas. Una risa se les escapó tres segundos después. Agitados aunque sin despertar, los menores reaccionaron a sus aromas, acurrucándose contra sus padres y liberando sus perfumes. Llegaron a casa rodeados del dulce aroma combinado de su pequeña manada.

Con los tres cachorros dormidos tuvieron un par de problemas al bajar. Watson se apresuró a salir, preocupado por el clima frío. Subió rápidamente al tercer piso, acostando a Paris sobre las mantas bajó apresurado de vuelta al coche. Liberó a Holmes de Kendall, atrayéndolo hacia él sostuvo al pequeño de doce años, a la misma velocidad entró al 221B, luego de unos minutos sus cachorros fueron acostados en sus respectivas camas; Kendall en su propio dormitorio —el que le perteneció una vez a Watson—, Virgil y Paris en la habitación de enfrente. Incluso con la rutina de una década completa, como si se tratara de un baile a la perfección coordinado, Holmes y Watson tardaron al menos media hora en quitar zapatos, poner la ropa de dormir a sus niños y cubrirlos bajo las mantas.

Watson, en tanto terminaba de cubrir a Paris, se sintió observado. Holmes, de pie en el arco de la puerta, lo estudiaba con atención. Sus brazos y piernas cruzadas no alcanzaban a cubrir el obvio interés plasmado en sus brillantes ojos grises. El Omega recordó aquella mañana, el baño de la tarde y los besos de hace un par de horas, recordó la promesa, el calor de su corazón acelerado. Tras besar a Paris en la frente salió despacio de la habitación, caminando de la mano de Holmes a través del pasillo. Preguntándose si podría volver a construir la sutil atmósfera de las escenas anteriores llegaron a la sala.

Se trataba de una cuestión inútil, lo sabía, cuando su Alfa lo abrazó desde atrás, cerrando la puerta sin hacer ruido, Watson se giró y lo miró a los ojos, se sonrieron. Sus corazones latían juntos, sus aromas perfumaban el aire, cada liviana sensación, la tranquilidad, el cariño, resonaban y se compartían a través del lazo que unía sus almas. El Omega enterró la nariz en la base del cuello de su detective, inhalando despacio la fuente de su paz y el amor que nunca pensó tener en su vida antes o después de la guerra. Nada lejos de una simple insinuación de su deseo faltaba para retomar cualquier atmósfera.

—¿Quieres intentarlo de nuevo? —murmuró Holmes contra el oído de Watson mientras lo sostenía de la cintura y comenzaban sus manos a acariciarlo por sobre la ropa. Advirtió un claro estremecimiento sacudiendo a su Omega, una oleada de aroma dulce y provocador alcanzó su agudo olfato al instante. Lo inhaló profundamente, incapaz de resistir. Desde la primera ocasión no había logrado hacer algo contra el encanto de ese perfume, incluso si lo intentó, su voluntad, mente y corazón jamás lo habrían conseguido.

—Tenemos dos o tres horas antes de que los niños pidan su cena, no quiero solo intentarlo —dijo Watson como toda respuesta, girándose comenzó a abrir los botones del saco y el chaleco de su esposo.

Holmes no se mantuvo estático, imitando las acciones de Watson los guio despacio a la habitación. Alcanzando la puerta y cerrándola detrás de ellos, sus pechos estaban desnudos. Con los tirantes de los pantalones abajo, el Alfa se deshizo fácilmente de toda prenda inferior en su Omega, hincándose para quitarle también los zapatos sostuvo a Watson contra la puerta. Una bonita y descuidada polla se levantaba frente a su rostro, erguida y llorosa, lista para el abrazo de sus labios. No se resistió a la invitación, uñas se clavaron en su cuero cabelludo al lamer la dolorida punta.

El sabor explotó en sus labios, excitando su propio hedonismo. Los gemidos ahogados de su Watson alcanzaron pronto sus oídos, indicándole —aún sin ninguna falta en ese punto de sus vidas—, lo que debería hacer. Jugó su lengua con el tronco duro, deteniéndose a momentos en el frenillo, el sensible saco de los testículos, subiendo y bajando entre el glande y la uretra. Puede que los Omegas masculinos no tuvieran la misma sensibilidad en sus pollas como en sus culos, ello aún hacía posible que Watson disfrutara de una mamada sublime.

—Sher… Oh, Sherlock… —Y su Watson disfrutaba mucho. Holmes aprovechó que se limitaba al uso de su boca para buscar con sus manos la abandonada ropa interior del Omega. Limpió suavemente los primeros rastros del lubricante natural—. Todavía es… vergonzoso… cuando haces eso. —A modo de respuesta, Holmes tomó su verga hasta la base, hundiendo la nariz aguileña en el nido de suaves rizos de cobre. Watson gritó, sujetándose por su vida a la puerta y el hombro derecho del Alfa.

Controlando su respiración, Holmes continuó devorando la celestial polla. Usó la mano izquierda para descubrir el músculo húmedo entre las nalgas de su doctor, la derecha acarició la sensible zona. Lo tocó delicadamente, rodeando el anillo esparció de manera eficiente el lubricante, enfocó sus labios en hacer succión alrededor de la corona antes de atravesar la cálida abertura. Se estremeció tanto como Watson, el placer puro viajando a través de sus almas unidas incrementaba a cada paso, los golpeaba en las zonas correctas; Holmes casi podría decir que sentía la presión de ese músculo abrazando su polla.

Envolviendo de nuevo el tronco de su Omega, Holmes reinició el vaivén a través de la longitud. El lubricante ya dibujaba ríos espesos a lo largo de su palma y muñeca, provocaba, incluso por encima del manjar en su boca, la sobreproducción de saliva. Liberando el glúteo de su Omega limpió su mano izquierda los hilos de lubricante en la derecha, humedecida su palma ciñó la verga de Watson, pintándola tan rápidamente como su hambre insoportable lo permitía. La lubricación fusionada al sabor del presemen, al regresar su lengua ávida, hizo doler su erección todavía encerrada en sus pantalones.

Al advertir que Watson se acostumbró a los falanges en su interior, Holmes comenzó a abrirlo. Provocó las paredes cálidas, estimuladas por la excitación y el lubricante, llevó sus dedos en todas direcciones evitando la próstata y la glándula que abría el camino hacia el útero del Omega. Aun así, una mirada a Watson bastó para saberlo al borde del orgasmo, sus rodillas temblaban, él realmente se esforzaba por contenerlo. Holmes sonrió, orgulloso de ser el único alfa en tener la oportunidad de observar a Watson estremeciéndose, cediendo tan libremente a la lujuria.

—Vamos, John, hazlo… quiero que termines en mi boca, ma belle lumière —susurró Holmes contra el glande hinchado, teñido de un profundo rosa.

—N-no.

—¿No? —Provocado por la negativa, Holmes atacó directo a las sensibles glándulas. Nadie podría llamarlo una tortura si Watson reaccionó gritando y meciendo sus caderas al rimo de los dedos del Alfa.

Lo sorprendió, no obstante, la caída sin gracia de su Omega, quien luego de tal arremetida perdió la fuerza de sus piernas, derrumbándose en el regazo de Holmes, una pierna a cada lado, sin detener o siquiera hacer algo en contra de las feroces envestidas. Holmes conocía las reglas, conocía el cuerpo de su Omega, cada reacción de cada centímetro en él; no se habría detenido incluso si Watson le gritara entre gemidos que lo hiciera. Ya que no lo hizo, y lo que es más, abrazó su cuello evitando perder el embate de sus dedos, menos todavía se detuvo.

—Adentro… Por favor, querido, he estado esperándote desde el amanecer. Te lo ruego, no me hagas terminar así. —Holmes se detuvo paulatinamente. Al abandonar el estrecho pasaje lamió el dulce lubricante, limpia su mano se abrazó con firmeza a la cintura de su doctor. Le besó en las mejillas y en los labios.

—Douceur de ma vie, mi preciosismo Omega, ¿de qué manera podría negarme a darte lo que me pides? —Entredicho quedaba que él también sufrió el detener sus avances en cada oportunidad de hacerlo a lo largo del día y que nada lo detendría ahora.

Holmes sujetó entonces los muslos de Watson, abrazándolo, los llevó entre besos a la cama. Habiendo admirado mil veces antes el modo en que su Omega lucía acostado sobre las mantas, con su cabello alborotado y apuntando en todas direcciones creando una suerte de halo hecho de trigo y miel, con su perfume irradiando de cada glándula en las muñecas, el cuello y su perineo; y la delgada pátina de sudor, la verga dura, el aroma de la lujuria, un par de piernas abiertas en ofrecimiento impúdico. Obligaba tal deidad a entregar su libre albedrío, rendir pleitesía y someterse a sus deseos. Provocaba Watson, como ocurrió desde el primer día, la liberación de su lado Alfa.

—Ven a mí, cariño, quiero sentirte.

Sin dudarlo un segundo, Holmes se dejó guiar por el hermoso canto. Arrancándose los zapatos, quizá rompiendo algunas costuras de sus pantalones y calcetines, se desnudó completamente. Apenas lograba separar su atención de la entrada palpitante y lubricada de su Omega, que usaba una mano para acariciarse el borde tembloroso, manchados sus propios dedos señaló con ellos a Holmes.

El detective los introdujo en su boca ni un instante después, creó succión a su alrededor mientras aprovechaba la memoria de sus músculos para inclinarse lo suficiente y alcanzar el apretado anillo de Watson. ¿Cómo es que aún luego de tres cachorros y sin cometer el descuido de abandonar tales voluptuosas prácticas una semana entera, su cuerpo se mantenía igual de receptivo que la primera vez? Holmes no lo entendía, y ciertamente no le importaba de verdad entenderlo. Hundiendo su rígida verga en la vaina de su Omega, nada de eso importó.

El calor que irradiaba el abrazo en su carne le erizó la piel, sus aromas fusionados doblegaron a sus sentidos, la conexión de sus almas lo complacía a un punto solo en ese escenario alcanzado. Los tiernos mimos de las manos del que sostenía su corazón lo tomó por completo. Colocando las rodillas justo por debajo y a los costados del ostentoso culo de su Omega, Holmes inició un lento vaivén. Watson le enterró las uñas en el cuero cabelludo al tiempo en que sus bocas se encontraron.

—Siempre… —murmuraba Watson con voz entrecortada y jadeante—… siempre me llenas tan bien, Alfa. —Y Holmes, que amaba verlo luchar por hallar las palabras correctas, aumentó repentinamente la velocidad de sus estocadas, no hubo centímetro de su verga que renegara de la decisión—. ¡Nhg! Sherl… ¡Oh, Sher…! —Holmes redujo el movimiento, casi deteniéndose. En aquel eterno instante se ganó un par de rasguños en los hombros y brazos—. Ti-tienes, ¡ah!, tienes suerte de que te ame tanto…

—¿No permitirías tal burla de ningún otro Alfa? —Se burló Holmes, su aliento no mucho mejor al de su Omega, sus brazos sosteniéndolo a los lados de Watson temblaban, no por falta de fuerza, sino gracias a la emoción que circulaba sobre y debajo de su piel—. Esa amenaza, John, creí que la habías olvidado hace mucho.

Holmes impidió de nueva cuenta la respuesta inmediata de su doctor. Sentándose sobre sus talones, afirmando entre sus manos la polla y el saco de su Omega, procedió a masturbarlo aceleradamente. Imitaron sus caderas la rapidez, el lubricante de Watson cubrió sus testículos, creando un charco en las mantas arrugadas. El sonido de los golpes apresurados y los gemidos de su doctor colmó los oídos del Alfa, le erizó la piel. Poco hizo falta para hacerle perder el juego y limitarse a alcanzar el clímax. Se detuvo un segundo antes, el agujero de Watson pulsaba a su alrededor.

—No… No es una amenaza —dijo Watson colocando su mano alrededor de la de Holmes en su polla, impidiéndole retirarse—. Oh, Sherlock… Ambos sabemos que solo necesito un gesto para que tomes y me hagas terminar todas las veces que lo desee. —El Holmes de hace trece años se habría opuesto completamente a esa idea, vociferando y protestando al control ejercido contra las debilidades físicas de los Alfas hacia los Omegas; esta noche, Holmes sonrió al escucharlo, aceptando sin ninguna culpa la afirmación de su esposo.

Decía la verdad, aunque Holmes cedió y cedería de tal manera a nadie más que a Watson.

—Del mismo modo en que puedo hacerte gotear sin el menor contacto —gruñó Holmes, Watson no tardó en asentir. Usando su mano libre el Alfa amplió la separación de los muslos de su Omega, la agudeza del dolor al forzarlo aumentaría su placer—. ¿Quieres decir que he vivido amenazado sin ningún motivo?

—N-no es una amenaza… nunca…

—Ahora, cher… sabes que no voy a detenerme.

—Esta, esta bien, ¡mmm, continúa! D-decía… —Holmes sonrió. Maravillado nuevamente por la voluntad de su Watson aumentó las estocadas, sin planear detenerse lo hizo despacio, mantuvo el ritmo en ascenso, a un punto en que sus propios pensamientos no distaban demasiado del cálido abrazo conteniendo su verga—. Nunca hubiera, ¡ah!, permitido que ningún Alfa se burle así de mi porque… ¡nhg, Sherl…!, porque te habría molestado saber que he rogado por la polla de alguien más, aún antes de conocernos. —En un latido Holmes estuvo de regreso sobre Watson. Resoplando y masturbándolo ferozmente.

—Nunca le has rogado a nadie —aseguró, acelerando salvajemente sus estocadas. El orgasmo acechando sus espaldas.

—¡N-no! ¡Sherlock… sí, sí, más! Dame, dame…

—He sido el único, Omega. —Watson asintió, incontrolable. Sus manos agitadas se aferraron a los hombros de Holmes, clavándole las uñas.

—El único, nadie… Nunca… Por otro…

—¡Oh, Watson! Lumière de ma vie, justo cuando creo que estoy a punto de descifrarte.

Y si trece años no resultaban suficientes, el resto de su vida, con mucho esfuerzo, Holmes podría entender la complejidad de su amado. Esta noche, sin embargo, dada la información inesperada que a su Holmes de hace tanto no habría complacido como ahora, ya ningún motivo guardaba para jugar. El apretado anillo de su Omega, el contacto de sus pieles, el sudor, el sabor, el perfume del sexo que provocaba a su instinto; lo empujó al camino correcto.

—Hazlo entonces, Sherlock… deja tus burlas y tómame.

Holmes gruñó en respuesta, salió del estrecho canal, sujetando aún las piernas de Watson le dio la vuelta. Colocado Watson de rodillas se sumergió en su interior tan pronto como pudo. Quizá el agarre de sus dedos en las caderas del Omega crearía marcas, al momento en que reinició los feroces empujes cualquier emoción ajena fue borrada de sus pensamientos.

—Debes saber, John… te haré rogar con mayor frecuencia.

—¿Aun más que una de cada… tres veces… que lo hacemos? —Holmes gruñó de nuevo, resoplando al descubrir en cada estocada la receptiva forma en que Watson se abría para él. Puede que su mente se concentrara en la lujuria alimentada por el cuerpo lascivo y obsceno de su Omega, le restaba al parecer lo necesario para comprender que Watson no rechazaría sus planes. Las palabras siguientes, pese al entrecortado aliento y la interrupción de las embestidas, lo confirmaron—. Quiero… que lo intentes… Alfa, te gusta hacerme rendir, así que prometo, fortalecer mi, mi voluntad para rechazarte y… ¡Ah, sí, sí, dios!... y no rogar por, ¡oh, Sherlock, sí!, ¡tú increíble polla!

Lejos de pretender contenerlo, Holmes se permitió ceder a sus instintos, que luego de ser refrenados toda su vida, aun en la constante presencia de su Watson y la aceptación abierta a que los liberara, al hacerse uno con su lado Alfa el detective se convertía en lo que una vez rechazó. Posesividad feroz, la asertividad de dar placer a su Omega para aumentar las probabilidades de embarazarlo.

Perforó el apretado agujero del Omega en embates fúricos. Cayendo sobre su espalda, empujando los hombros de Watson hacia las mantas, clavó los dientes romos en su nuca, acorralando también sus muñecas por sobre sus hombros. El Alfa gruñó al reconocer la inmediata relajación del Omega, disminuyeron incluso el volumen de sus gemidos, nada lejos de pequeños sollozos, casi dulces maullidos, se escucharon por debajo de los apresurados golpes contra su culo empapado. No obstante, aumentó el brillo en los ojos verdes, el deleite en los gestos y el canal ya antes ajustado, se aferraba en cada ataque de la polla de Holmes con aún menos deseos de dejarlo ir.

Negándose a reducir la velocidad al advertir los estremecimientos de su Omega, Holmes afirmó salvajemente su dominio aumentado el descontrolado vaivén, ciñendo las muñecas sin permitirle ningún movimiento e imprimiendo mayor brío en la sujeción de la piel entre sus dientes. Degustando la primera prueba de sangre sintió a Watson llegar al clímax, un maullido silencioso y necesitado se escapó de su boca abierta. El aroma de su eyaculación evocó primitivas emociones en Holmes, que permitió a la entrada goteante y hambrienta exprimir su polla.

El orgasmo hizo temblar al detective, soltando gemidos animales sobre la nuca lacerada e imprimiendo sus dedos en el Omega, vertió cálido esperma directo en el canal hacia el útero de Watson. Espasmos de espesa lujuria los sacudieron durante un par de minutos; juntos disfrutaron la recompensa del buen trabajo, del regalo que dios y la madre naturaleza les otorgaban en gratitud del intento de prevalecer la especie. Holmes nunca se detuvo, aunque débiles e interrumpidos, sus golpes contra el culo resbaladizo y untuoso de su Omega continuaron hasta no sentir que la última gota de semen fue abandonada dentro de su esposo.

Watson dio la señal de encontrarse satisfecho al relajarse alrededor de Holmes, este, recibiendo instintivamente el mensaje, separó sus dientes y le liberó las muñecas. Los pensamientos claros volvían segundo a segundo. Recordó que, si bien Watson aún era fértil, las posibilidades de tener otro cachorro se acercaban mucho a cero, se dijo que pese a ser Watson un Omega, sus habilidades para luchar a puño limpio contra un par de Alfas superaban por mucho la expectativa del Omega promedio que espera a ser protegido. Al final, rodeando la cintura de Watson, los llevó a caer de lado sobre las mantas, junto al espeso charco de lubricante y semen.

Carentes aún del control en sus respiraciones se limitaron a acurrucarse el uno contra el otro. Holmes lamió la marca de sus dientes y las tres o cuatro gotas escarlatas que lograron escapar de la nuca del Omega, su saliva repararía el daño de inmediato. Su polla disminuía la erección al ritmo de sus alientos, y si bien no se hinchó lo suficiente para anclarse, seguro que le tomaría un tiempo antes de salir.

—Valió esperar todo el día para esto —dijo Watson con la voz rota, tomando un brazo de su Alfa elevó la mano en dirección a su boca y lo besó en los nudillos, tras lo cual entrelazaron sus dedos—. Siempre haces que valga la pena, mi amor.

—Contigo, ma lumière solaire, no hay manera en que sea diferente —le susurró Holmes al oído, mordiéndole juguetonamente en el lóbulo—. Y hablaba en serio, John, prometí hacerte rogar con mayor frecuencia y eso es lo que haré. —La primera respuesta de Watson fue apretarse de nuevo a su alrededor. A Holmes se le escapó un gemido ronco.

—Por favor, querido, no hagas esa clase de promesas cuando nuestro tiempo es limitado. —Sonriente, el Alfa aumentó la presión de su abrazo. Watson giró su rostro para mordisquear y lamerle el cuello—. Sin embargo, como he dicho, aguardaré impaciente hasta la próxima ocasión.

Ambos se sonrieron, una promesa así les hacía anhelar por el futuro. Sellando el pacto con un beso retomaron sus lugares. Conscientes de que ambos lo harían cumplir.

—¿Escuché abrirse la puerta de Ken? —preguntó Watson, levantándose tanto como pudo estando todavía unido a Holmes.

—Es la de Paris, sabes que incluso en una siesta debe levantarse al baño.

—¿Y por qué no escucho los pasos?

—¿Sordera postorgasmica? —Watson soltó una risa por la idea ridícula, Holmes le acompañó de inmediato.

—Si se trata de Virgil, no tardará en venir aquí y pedir su cena, ni siquiera le hemos dicho a Margaret que prepare algo.

—¿Tal vez Ken se levantó descalzo?

—¿Cómo es que estás tan relajado? —Holmes sonrió despacio, acercó su nariz al cuello y la mejilla de su doctor, comenzó a acariciarse contra él.

—Mi pene aún está dentro tuyo, el lugar más cálido y apretado, hueles a mí, portas la marca de mis dientes, tuvimos un orgasmo espectacular y las puertas están aseguradas, ¿por qué habría de preocuparme si uno de nuestros cachorros nos llama? —Watson, sin quererlo, se relajó entre los brazos de su Alfa, Holmes disfrutó su rendición.

—Tienes las respuestas para todo.

—No para todo y, sin embargo, me amas. —Mientras Watson asentía la puerta de arriba se cerró.

—Sí, te amo.

Así, abrazados, disfrutando de la emoción que enviaban y recibían a través del lazo que unía sus almas, esperaron. La noche aún no terminaba.

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Traducción.

Ma belle lumière: Mi hermosa luz.

Douceaur de ma vie: Dulzura de mi vida.

Cher: Querido.

Lumière de ma vie: Luz de mi vida.

Ma lumière solaire: Mi luz de sol.

¡Terminado! O casi, si no considerara que la edición es más de la mitad del trabajo ¬¬Uuu... Bueno, por ahora es todo, me forzaré a completarlo como es debido y luego podré celebrar. Por otro lado, mi dulce corazón, tu no tienes que ocuparte de eso :D, así que solo dime ¿qué te pareció? Omitiendo las fallas de ortografía, espero que te haya gustado y, especialmente, hayas disfrutado de ese smut ¬w¬ Yo me despido por ahora, ¡hay tanto por escribir y tan poco tiempo! Por favor, cariño, déjame leerte pronto... Ciao. ¡Te amo!

#victorian johnlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #omegaverse #fanfic en español #omega/alpha #Omega John Watson #Alpha Sherlock Holmes #acd holmes #acd canon #holmes/watson #smut #shameless smut

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Omega with a large ass chainsaw cause they’re a lumberjack with a soft Alpha who helps to stack the wood. They both smell vaguely of a candle mixed with candy and they like to watch birds together.

#omegaverse #a/b/o universe #a/b/o #a/b/o verse #omega headcanons #alpha headcanons #omega/alpha #alpha/omega

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levenllan23 · 4 months

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Conceal Me What I Am by Himboskywalker - A Star Wars Fanfiction Review

Hello to everyone, I want to share with you a fanfiction that I have been reading and loving. It’s called Conceal Me What I Am by Himboskywalker, and it’s a Star Wars fanfiction that explores an alternative scenario where Obi-Wan Kenobi is an alpha and Anakin Skywalker is an omega, and they are arranged to marry each other for political reasons. It’s a crossover between Star Wars and Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night, and this has 18 chapters, 108,325 words, and over 6,000 kudos. It’s rated explicit and has no archive warnings apply. And here the link to this if you like it

and here the summary:

Separatist Propaganda is turning the Republic against the Jedi Order and the Senate sees no choice but to join in a political alliance to fight dissent on a unified front.An alliance is proposed through an arranged marriage,between a Jedi Knight and Republic Senator. Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi are chosen as representatives of the political union by Darth Sidious, meant to bring ruin to the marriage and the public's support of the Jedi,for Obi-Wan Kenobi is not the Beta he claims.But even Sidious does not know of the secret Anakin Skywalker keeps, that he is not the Alpha the galaxy believes him to be.

This fanfiction is amazing and creative. It changes a lot of things from the original Star Wars timeline, such as Obi-Wan’s role, Anakin’s destiny, the jedi order’s policies, the clone wars’ outcomes, and the Sith’s plans. It also shows how Obi-Wan and Anakin grow closer and trust each other, despite their differences and their secrets. It has a lot of drama, romance, and suspense, as well as some humor and action. It’s a very satisfying and heartwarming story, and it has a happy ending. and thank to @squishbaebae for the art that i will add to this post and to @himboskywalker for one of the cool star wars story on AO3 that i have read about to this

One of my favorite scenes from the fanfiction is this one: and this is form if you like to know

Chapter 18: Epilogue

“I am,” he said truthfully.

“Good.” He took Anakin’s mechno hand and turned to him, smelling suddenly of green desert plants, tart and rich with his happiness. “Then it’s a good time to ask you.”

He sparked with alarm and clenched his fist in Obi-Wan’s hand. “Ask me what?”

Obi-Wan smiled. “I want you to marry me.”

Anakin blinked at him and then at their hands. “Obi-Wan…we are married—and we’re mated.”

Obi-Wan grinned in that way he did that somehow managed to show every one of his teeth. “I know, but you have told me again and again, that you know we were not able to choose one another. And perhaps Sidious did choose us to fail—but I love you and I do choose you, as an alpha—as an omega—as my husband and my mate.”

He blinked suddenly swimming eyes and cleared his aching throat. “Stars,” he grated out. “You know how much I love you—that I—that I choose you.”

This scene is so sweet and romantic, and it shows how Obi-Wan and Anakin reaffirm their love and their choice for each other, despite the circumstances that brought them together. It also shows how they have a happy ending, after all the trials and hardships they faced.

If you are a fan of Star Wars, or of omega/alpha dynamics, or of Shakespeare, or of all of them, you should definitely check out this fanfiction. You won’t regret it. Here is the link to the fanfiction: Conceal Me What I Am by Himboskywalker

Please let me know what you think of this fanfiction, and feel free to comment, like, and reblog this post. Also, please support the author by leaving kudos, comments, and feedback on their work. They deserve it. Thank you for reading. 😊

#star wars #fanfiction #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #omega/alpha #twelfth night #conceal me what i am #himboskywalker #review #recommendation #obikin fanart #obikin fanfic #anakin and obi wan #obi wan and anakin

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chefdanielkarofsky · 4 months

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Something isn’t Right || Alex & Henry

Alex had been ready to have a hard conversation with his mother about the man he was madly in love with, basically the conversation that he was in love with a man, when his sister June handed him his buzzing phone outside of the Oval Office. Answering his phone, his body language immediately changed and he turned to his room in the White House. He packed an overnight bag as he listened to Princess Beatrice tell him how sick Henry was in England. She also said something about “you don’t know everything that they have done to him” before he told her he needed to go arrange a flight and the secret service to take him. He ended up dropping the bomb on his mom that he was in love with a man and he needed to get to him now.

That had been eight hours ago and he was in a limo on the way to Kensington Palace. As soon as the vehicle stopped inside of the gates, he rushed into the house looking for his Prince. He found him quickly although the scene he stumbled into had him seeing red. He practically roared at the private doctor filing a syringe with a strange liquid. “What is going on Hen?”, he asked him.

@notsosweetporcelain

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mustela28nivalis · 5 months

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#omegaverse #abo dynamics #alpha beta omega #omega/beta #omega/alpha #beta/omega #beta/alpha #alpha/beta #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/beta/omega verse

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faexoxoxoxo · 3 months

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My Love Mine All Mine...

Pairing : Alpha!Gojo Satoru x fem!Omega reader

Warning : 18+, breeding kink,...

Alpha! Satoru who always laughed at the idea of soulmates and destined lovers, considered himself too free-spirited to ever get saddled down with such a domestic way of life.

Alpha! Satoru who's famously known for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake, "not my fault they get attached..." Was the response he'd give whenever asked about the way he treated the woman who fell for him.

Alpha! Satoru who gets annoyed every time the clan elders force him to attend the yearly moon festival, where unmated members of different clans would gather in hopes of finding their mate, a tradition he has no interest in, but regardless is made to partake in every year.

Alpha! Satoru who stands in a corner alone trying to avoid all the desperate omegas who usually swarm towards him, each attempting to convince him they were meant to be his mate.

Alpha! Satoru who feels his whole body tense up when he catches a whiff of an intoxicating smell in the air, one that causes the logical part of his brain to shut down as a more predatory side of him surfaces.

Alpha! Satoru whose eyes frantically searches the area as he makes his way around the large room, shoving and passing the people in his way, heart pounding furiously in his chest while he tries to pinpoint the location of the scent.

Alpha! Satoru who gets a rush of excitement when he finally finds the source of the delectable aroma, you.

Alpha! Satoru who approaches slowly, scanning you from head to toe, taking in every little detail.

Alpha! Satoru who knows you're his mate, the other half of his soul, he doesn't know what to feel, never having wanted this, yet can't bring himself to turn away from you as the surge of desire to claim you on the spot washes over him.

Alpha! Satoru who lets out a low warning growl, as he sees you take a step back, standing behind your friends, his eyes narrowed as if to say, "Don't even think about running away from me." Striding forward, his presence was enough for your friends to back down, giving you an apologetic look before leaving you alone with Satoru.

Alpha! Satoru who noticed the change in your scent, how it went from sweet to sour, making him regret how aggressively he behaved. The last thing he ever wanted was to spook his little mate away. "No need to be afraid, princess," he attempted to ease your worries. "Promise I won't bite, unless you want me to..." he adds playfully, hoping to make you see he wasn't a threat.

Alpha! Satoru who sighs in relief when you nod, accepting his apology, a soft smile on your face as you agree to let him court you. "You won't regret this, princess !" He grinned, pulling you close and nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Alpha! Satoru who goes above and beyond to prove he's the perfect mate for you, pulling out all the stops by sending you flowers and presents, taking you on little dates whenever he's free, and showering you with affection. His gentle attitude towards you, shocking everyone who'd known the old him. No one could've imagined a day would come when the Gojo Satoru would behave like a lovesick teenager.

Alpha! Satoru whose love for you, grows deeper and deeper with each passing day, and with it, so does his possessiveness. Every once in a while, his instincts scream at him to rip out the throats of anyone other than him who gets close to you.

Alpha! Satoru who gets even more clingy when your heat approaches, finding it harder to keep his hands to himself, especially when you smell so damn good, it's like you're begging him to fuck his pups into you.

Alpha! Satoru who forgets all restraint the moment he gets a call from you begging for him to come home as your heat started earlier than expected, "please...please...please alpha need you in me so bad it h..hurts..." The words had him racing back home, business could wait, right now; he needed to be balls deep inside his precious mate.

Alpha! Satoru who walked into your bedroom and saw you, curled into the sheets, humping a pillow, trying to get some relief, but the moment you see him, you'd abandoned that instead getting up to pull him into your nest.

Alpha! Satoru who planned to take it nice and slow knowing this was your first time ever having cock inside you, but before he could get to prepping your virgin cunt, you'd unbuckled his belt, taking out his throbbing shaft, and slipped him inside your sopping pussy, but then bursting into tears at the feeling of getting stretched out, droplets of blood staining his cock.

Alpha! Satoru who hushes you, "Told you not to be impatient, princess...see what happens when you don't listen to daddy...It's okay, I got you..." he takes over, flipping you on your back, his hands working around your body, trailing kisses down your neck to distract you from the pain as he's slowly rocking back and forth, trying to get you used to the feeling of his cock.

Alpha! Satoru who loses himself to the sensation of your tight warm hole sucking him in, the feeling of his tip bullying your sweet spot with his rough thrusts, making you moan, once pain now turned to pleasure, your hips moving up to meet his, legs wrapped around his waist as your fingers dug into his back, drawing blood, earning a grunt from Satoru, who loved it whenever you played a little rough with him.

Alpha! Satoru who's lost count of how many times he had you creaming around his cock, not planning on stopping until he's given you every last drop of his cum in his balls, the image of you swollen heavy with his pups making him pound into you with a ruthless pace, watching the mixture of your juice and his seed dribbling on to the bed.

Alpha! Satoru who doesn't pull out even after you're both done, "good girl...gotta keep daddy's load inside to make sure it takes..." he coos, wrapping his arms around your exhausted frame as you drift into sleep, his fingers rubbing your swollen cum filled tummy, silently promising to forever keep you and your future pups safe...

A/N - it's 3am and I'm done lol not sure how well i worded all the words but it was my first time writing for gojo so hope everyone who reads enjoys this !

Thinking of maybe writing something something for geto soon soooo stay tuned...

Vampire Suguru fic

Likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated <3

#fae.xoxo #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #yandere #gojo satoru headcanons #alpha x omega #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o verse

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obsessivevoidkitten · 4 months

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P.E. Class

Male Alpha Yandere x Gender Neutral Omega Reader CW: Noncon, public fucking, breeding, knotting, mention of musk, wrestling, mention of bullying, general yandere behavior Word Count: 360 (Super short drabble, please enjoy!)

Imagine you're an omega in college. The college in this realm requires physical education classes for all students no matter their major.

One day the class makes students pair off and wrestle one another. Complete with singlets.

You get paired with the biggest alpha brute, one who often teases and lightly bullies you.

The match is over in an instant, with him pinning you down on your belly. Your skin is touching and his musk is overpowering.

You feel his hot breath on your neck.

Then, in front of everyone, he begins to grind into you. Your body does what biology demands and you produce slick. It seeps through both of your singlets coating his cock.

You try to squirm but he grows and bears down on you with more force until you whimper and go limp.

He moves your singlet so that your hole is exposed and does the same to free his cock.

He plunges it right into you with one smooth motion, his cock squelching lewdly into your depths.

Then he breeds you hard and fast in full view of everyone. Some masturbate openly, others film your predicament, and a few blush and look away. But none helped. It wasn't all that odd for an omega to be taken suddenly.

You couldn't help but cry at the humiliation of being fucked in public. The helplessness of being raped so suddenly. And the embarrassment that came with it feeling so good that you were moaning and moving into his thrusts unwillingly.

After what feels like an eternity the both of you cum and he bites your neck and claims you as his prize. He licks your neck and nuzzles you while you cry on the gym mat, his knot still in you.

When his knot goes down he apologizes that he did that so suddenly, he explains that he had been planning to breed you eventually but the sweat and positioning from wrestling just triggered something primal in him and he could wait no longer…

Then he hushes your protests and carries you, cum still dripping down your legs, to his dorm for rounds 2, 3, 4, and 5.

#yandere #yandere omegaverse #yandere a/b/o #male yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #alpha yandere #omegaverse #omega reader #gender neutral omega #yandere imagine #yandere situation #yandere scenario #yandere scenarios #My OCs #Unnamed OC

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teamatsumu · 4 months

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Thinking about Alpha!Sukuna who thinks all humans smell disgusting. He just cannot stomach their scent. To him it’s like smelling farm animals. Whether it was years ago during his time or now, while he inhabits the body of this pink-haired brat, humans still smell like cow manure. Overbearing and disgustingly heavy. He cannot stand it.

But when your scent hits his nose for the first time, he can’t help but stiffen. It’s…. light. Fresh. He smells coconut and citrus. It reminds him of the shrine made for him by the townspeople centuries ago, where they would offer him fruit and worship him. When he was revered and feared all the same.

He sees you then. Feisty little thing despite being an omega. You are a good sorcerer, filled with potential that he recognises even if your peers don’t. And Sukuna is hit with the overwhelming urge to scent you. In a way that the Alpha in him has never acted out before.

And it shocks him that you’re a human. A mere human who somehow fills him with intrigue. How dare you? But also, he needs you. Carnally. Now.

Once the King of Curses sets his eyes on you, good luck trying to escape him. You’re his forever. For the rest of his life.

#💭 late night ruminating #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna smut #a/b/o dynamics #alpha sukuna #omega reader #jjk x reader #jjk a/b/o #jujutsu kaisen #omegaverse #alpha x omega #jjk fanfiction

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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 15: Bonnie

Summary: Your heat is over and your pack has moved on with their lives, settling back into the familiar routine. Except, some things have begun to change, and you're not entirely sure if its for the better.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 7456 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, oral, handjobs, overstimulation, P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, hair pulling, switch Johnny, Johnny's lingerie kink, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, language, mention of nightmares, brief talk about killing and violence, insomnia, fluff, and of course a bit of angst

A/N: This chapter was an absolute bitch to write. I'm not kidding this was a nightmare. I'm happy with the changes I've made though, and how things are progressing. We've made a little bit of a time jump here, but not much. I think I'm getting sick so, posting the chapter before I inevitably pass out again. Oh, and Happy Easter everyone that celebrates.

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Your eyes fly open as the alarm blares. They burn as you squint against the bright phone light. An arm reaches over you, the warm skin sliding against your back as he fumbles to turn off the offending noise.

You let out a quiet groan as you catch the numbers dictating the time on the screen before the phone is placed back on the nightstand. “‘S too early.” You grumble, rubbing at your crusty eyes.

“Go back to sleep.” John murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before he shifts, climbing over you to get out of the bed. He tucks the blankets back around you before slipping into the bathroom.

You won't go back to sleep. The last time you'd glanced at the time on your phone had been two hours ago, at 2 A.M. You’ve been awake most of the night, as you have been the last couple nights. You haven't been sleeping well. It was like your heat opened a floodgate and now every time you close your eyes, you're transported back into the past, back when you were a child. Back when things weren't fine.

You've started trying to avoid sleep, waking constantly during the night from nightmares or from your brain’s own fear of them starting back up. It’s only been a week since your heat ended, and yet you feel no more rested than you did coming out of it. Nothing you’ve tried has worked, not even staying awake until you inevitably pass out prevents your subconscious mind from pulling up the horrible memories of your past.

Even sleeping next to your alpha hasn’t provided any comfort for your mind. His presence isn’t enough to quell the fear in your mind that the nightmares might come back, that the memories might surface.

Even he can’t protect you from this.

You close your eyes as the bathroom door opens again, pretending to sleep as John dresses for his morning workout. He’s quiet, near silent as he moves about the room. It’s almost terrifying how quiet they can be. Though, you suppose, if your survival depends on it, it’s a skill you’d spend plenty of time honing.

John grabs his phone from the nightstand, running a gentle hand over your head before he leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind him. You lay there for a few minutes, trying not to let the guilt eat you alive. You should tell them you’re struggling to sleep, that your mind is plaguing you with memories from your past, but you’re afraid of what they might think of you. You’re not the perfect omega, you’re not as whole as you might seem.

You’re held together with duct tape on the inside. They already have enough to worry about now, they don’t need the weight of your misery thrown on top of the loads they all carry.

You let out a long breath, turning over in John’s bed. You press your face into the pillow, inhaling the imprint of his scent on the fabric. It’s still warm where he was laying, and you shuffle over into that spot, letting your body go lax as you imagine him still there with you, arms still wrapped around your body. You want to bury yourself in his arms, press against his chest until you sink into him and become one.

Only then, perhaps you can feel safe enough to sleep.

You press your face further into the pillow, every inhale filled with John’s scent. It lulls you into a daze, the hypnagogic stage between sleep and wakefulness.

You jolt as a hand touches your arm, calluses smoothing over the bare skin. You blink your eyes open, letting out a quiet groan. It’s light outside now, the room bathed in white light instead of the yellow tinge of the nightlight John had bought for his room for you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” John says, gently squeezing your arm. He’s already dressed for the day, hair still damp from the shower. You hadn’t even noticed he’d returned.

You roll over, rubbing your eyes. “‘S fine. Didn’t even know I was asleep. Breakfast time?”

John hums, leaning over you. “Almost. You’ve got time to get ready.”

You blink up at him blearily, your mind still trying to wake up completely after your short nap. You stare up into his eyes, getting lost in their blue depths. You feel like you could swim in them, his deep earthy scent drawing forward memories of camping and swimming in the lake. Memories you could pretend were happy, memories not tainted by fear and grief.

“Christ,” He breathes, pressing his lips to yours. “So fucking beautiful.”

Your cheeks warm at his words, your lips moving against his as you kiss. You trail a hand up his arm, sliding it to his back. His shirt is soft, thin enough that you can feel the muscles in his back as you smooth your hand across his shoulder blades.

“Wish I could stay here all day.” He murmurs, his face pressing into your throat. You tilt your head for him, a quiet groan rumbling through his chest at your sign of submission. He sighs, pressing his nose against your scent gland for a moment before he straightens back up. “Got a job to do.”

You let out a groan as you stretch, arching your back. “Fuck your job.”

“I’d much rather be fucking you.” He says, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip before he stands up, grabbing the shirt you’d worn to slip into his room last night off the floor. It’s one of his, one you’d stolen from his laundry hamper while he was in the shower. “Don’t let anyone hear you say that.”

You grin, pushing the sheets down before sitting up on the edge of the bed. You rub your eyes tiredly, stretching again before pulling on his shirt, slipping your slippers on. You pad back to your room, changing into more appropriate clothes for breakfast. You’ll be left to your own devices again afterward as the guys return to their normal training schedule. You won’t be napping this time, though, you fear. Instead you’ll be looking for ways to keep yourself awake.

You and John walk hand in hand to the mess. It’s been a while since you’ve been inside of it, and you find you’ve grown to miss it a bit. You don’t miss the stares, the looks that pass over you and your entwined hands as John leads you to the line to get food. It’s like they know, like they all somehow witnessed what had transpired over the last couple weeks, like they had all been spectators to it.

John makes your tray for you again, carrying it to the table where the others are already seated. You take your normal spot next to Kyle, both him and John sitting closer to you than before. Perhaps they were picking up on your nervous energy, but even Johnny and Ghost seemed to be sitting closer. You cast a glance between them before digging into your tray. Something had transpired, but you’re not quite sure what.

You might never get to know.

It’s quiet as you eat, the coffee bitter and watery, but you don’t care. You’ll suffer anything that might give you a boost of energy to make it to lunch without falling asleep.

Johnny walks you back to the barracks after breakfast is over, his arm around your waist as you take your time crossing the courtyard. He’s oddly quiet compared to how energetic he usually is this early in the morning. Something must have happened to make him silent.

“Johnny?” You ask after a group of soldiers jog past behind you.

He hums, looking down at you. His eyes are still bright, but his brows are slightly furrowed.

“Is everything alright?” You ask carefully, not wanting to risk pushing any buttons.

“Aye.” He answers after letting out a sigh. “Jus’ an incident in the gym this mornin’. Nothing ye need tae worry about.”

You raise your brows at him, silently conveying your desire for more information, if he can give you any.

“Just some alphas talkin’ shite, like they do. Callin’ ye the 141’s whore. Askin’ if we all take turns or if ye let us all go at once.” He says, his tone practically seething as he leads you into the barracks. “Simon reminded them of their place.”

You can only imagine how that went.

Despite their obvious tension at the jabs made at you by the other alphas, you don't feel as angry as you probably should. Being called a whore was a bit demeaning, but part of what was said wasn't entirely wrong. Perhaps it's just some leftover hormones surging from your heat, or maybe being claimed has shifted your feelings towards your packmates, but the idea of being shared by them has warmth spreading through you. The mental images piecing together in your mind of taking them all at once would probably make the alphas that made that jab at you blush furiously.

“Johnny?” You ask, turning to him when you reach your door.

“Aye?” He stares down at you, his blue eyes soft as they gaze down into your own.

“I, uh, I wouldn’t mind if at least part of what they said was true...” You sink your teeth into your lip. “You...uh...you’ve been waiting for a while...for your turn.”

He gulps, shifting slightly on his feet. You can’t tell if he’s nervous or excited or something in between.

“Well, I’ve been officially cleared to partake in more...strenuous activities..”

“Christ.” He breathes, crowding you against the door. For a moment you’re worried he might just do it right here, right now, but instead he leans in, close enough you can smell the coffee he had with his breakfast. “I’d love that, kitten.” He bites his own lip as he stares down at yours. “Let me know, and I’ll be ready for you.” He leans down, closing the short distance between you as he kisses you.

You lean into him, kissing him back. It feels like the first time you kissed him, except you can feel the hunger, the restraint behind this kiss. You can feel how much he’s been holding back, how long he’s waited to finally have this moment. To think of anyone desiring you in such a way makes your head spin. He wants you for you, not what you can do for him, not what you can give to him. Not even just for what’s between your legs, even if that’s what you’re going to do.

He wants to be with you because you’re you. He doesn’t have to, he could choose not to, but he does.

He pulls away, staring down at you. His eyes are darker now, speaking promises of what’s to come. “When you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.”

“You're tired.”

You blink, your gaze snapping to his face. You had been drifting thoughtlessly, quite enamored with a single spot on the floor. You're not sure how long he let you stand there, empty-headed and practically dozing upright.

You rub your eyes, trying to force your brain back to awareness. “It's early.” You give the excuse, toeing off your shoes. “Been a while since we've done this.”

“You're going to have to work extra hard to gain it all back.” Ghost says, pulling off his sweatshirt.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to his arms, the strength in them, the tattoos on his skin. You bite back the desire to move closer, to get just a glimpse at one close up. You want to sit and trace them, hear the story of every single one. You want to push his sleeve up, watch the way his muscles bulge and flex, see how far his tattoo goes up his arm.

You snap yourself out of your thoughts, moving onto the mat before you do something embarrassing like starting to drool. You watch him as he stands at the edge of the mat, brown eyes taking you in as you stand there. Something tickles in the back of your mind, a hint of fear, the sense of sudden danger prevalent. What would you do if he suddenly ran at you? Try to dodge and make it to the door? Where would you go? The med center again?

“Easy.” He grumbles, sensing your obvious tension.

Your gaze snaps back to him, his posture relaxed as he stays still. “I'm putting a lot of trust in you.”

“I know.” He says, standing almost as still as a statue. You wonder how he can possibly be so still, but you suppose it's something he learned to do. “I should never have broken that trust in the first place.”

Your eyes widen, brows lifting as you stare at him. You didn't expect such a straightforward apology from him. You haven't really gotten one, until now. You hesitate as you stand there in silence, Ghost obviously waiting for your response.

“I don't know if I can forgive you.” You finally say.

“You shouldn't.” He shrugs, his gaze shifting to the wall behind you. “Even if you weren't really in danger, it was still a dick move.”

Your eyebrows raise even higher. “An apology and admitting you were a dick? Should I be worried?”

He huffs out a breath, shaking his head. “Consider it an offering of amicability, for Johnny. I know you two are getting close, so inevitably we're going to find ourselves around each other more often than we have previously.”

“Well, I suppose I could accept that.” You say, shifting on your feet. “I don't think you could convince Johnny otherwise.”

“Hardly. He wouldn't listen anyway.” He finally moves, shifting on his feet. “You gonna put your hackles down so I can approach?”

You take a deep breath, relaxing the tension in your body. You don't really have a reason to fear him, despite what he did. He hasn't given you a reason to fear him since then, and he's even gone so far as to apologize in his own way. John wouldn't have allowed this to start again if he didn't trust Ghost not to do something that might put you in danger.

John trusts him, so you should be able to as well.

Ghost slowly approaches, your eyes watching him carefully until he's directly in front of you. You stare up at him, holding his gaze. You wish you could see the rest of his face on the off chance it might give you a hint at what he's thinking and feeling. You wonder if that's partially why he wears the mask.

Ghost holds out his hand and you place your own in his. It's so much bigger than yours, his long fingers engulfing your wrist as he wraps your hand. You could probably do it yourself by this point, but you like making him do it. You like the way his hands hold yours, the roughness of his skin against your own.

He starts out reviewing things you already know. Punches, kicks, dodging. It doesn't take long for you to get back into the groove of things, moving like it hasn't been nearly a month since your last training session. You notice the fatigue faster than you had during your last session, but you expected that after almost a month, paired with your heat two weeks ago.

“Now, punching and kicking will only get you so far in a fight.” He says, giving you a moment to breathe. “Almost all fights are going to end up on the ground. Even if your goal is disarming enough to escape, the chances of you and your opponent ending up on the ground is highly likely.”

He swipes your feet out from under you before you can even blink, nearly knocking the wind from you as you land on the mat on your back. He’s on you quickly, dropping to his hands and knees over you. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at him above you, his hulking form seeming even larger from this angle. Your mind begins to run wild, imagining all the things that could happen in this position.

“Focus.” He grumbles, arms flexing as he presses his hands into the mat where they rest on either side of your head. “You don’t want to be in this position in a fight. You’re too vulnerable.”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words. You are vulnerable like this. Even with him, someone who doesn’t want to hurt you, it would be so easy. Your head begins to turn, your gaze leaving his as instinct begins to take over.

“No.” He snaps, gripping your chin to turn your head back so he’s looking in your eyes. “You do that in a fight, you’re not going to see the other side.”

You gulp, trying to ignore the warmth of his fingers on your face, the firmness of his grip as he keeps you from showing submission to him. That’s not why you’re here. He’s right. If you do that in a fight, it’ll be over before you even have a chance to run.

“Your legs are far stronger than your arms. Use them to your advantage.” He says, showing you how to get him into the right position to flip him.

You know he’s helping you as you flip him onto his back. If he really was fighting you, you’re not sure you could have done it, even if you managed to land enough of a hit to disarm him. You wind up on top of him, sitting on his stomach. The position doesn’t help your racing thoughts, and you pray you can keep enough control over yourself so you don’t make it obvious.

“Use your legs to pin my hands.” He directs you. You shift your knees slightly, trapping his hands against the mat. “Good.” He says, laying still under you. “You can’t hold a bigger opponent down here for long, but that’s not the point. This gives you a moment of opportunity to go for the face or the neck. Stun them and that gives you a headstart. If you have a weapon available, then you have one less person to worry about chasing you.”

You gulp at his words. It hadn’t even crossed your mind during your training. He had said it so simply, so easily. You suppose it is to him, after years of doing it, after countless moments where it’s his life or theirs. Is that what he tells himself? Is that how he rationalizes it? Is there so much blood on his hands now that killing is as easy as breathing?

You wonder how they all rationalize it. They all have blood on their hands, they all have killed, and will kill again. Every time they leave and come back, it’s with more blood, more nameless faces on the list of lives they've taken, all in the name of the greater good.

Is violence and death really the path to the greater good?

“What?” He asks, sensing your inner turmoil.

You sit back on his stomach, your body rising and falling with his even breaths. “I don’t know if I could do it.”

He tugs his hands from beneath your knees easily, resting them on the mat next to your legs. You can feel his fingers twitch as the blood rushes back into them. “You might not have much of a choice.” He says, holding your gaze. There’s a softness in his gaze you have never seen before. “Sometimes it’s the only choice. If they’re attacking you, they’re better off dead. Even if their goal is to take you alive, the things they’ll do to you.” He shakes his head.

He’s speaking from experience. You know he’s seen things, witnessed the brutality omegas are subjected to at the hands of the worst kinds of alphas and betas. He’s watched omegas die in front of him while he’s sat helpless.

His hand lifts, cupping the back of your head to pull you down closer to his face. You catch yourself with your hands on either side of his head, fighting the urge to tense your shoulders. His hand doesn’t move from the back of your head, his fingers not even twitching as he holds you steady.

“If they’re willing to do it to you, how many others have been on the receiving end? If you’re not willing to be the last, how many others will come after you?” He says, his gaze intense as he stares at you. “I hope you never have to, but you always have to prepare for the worst.”

He holds you there for a breath, staring up into your eyes before he releases you, flipping you off of him and onto your back on the mat. He pushes himself up to stand, staring down at you as you lay there, catching your breath and thinking over the last few moments that transpired.

“Come on. It’s almost time for breakfast.”

It’s quiet in the rec room. The TV is off for once, only the hum of electricity and the occasional turning of a page the only sound breaking the silence. You and Ghost are the only two in the rec room, both of you relaxing silently as you read. He’s in the chair as usual, and you’re stretched out on the couch.

You’re only halfway paying attention to your book, still thinking over your conversation with Johnny earlier, and what transpired in the gym during your training session yesterday. You know how much Johnny wants to be with you, and you're more than willing to go that far with him. You like Johnny, more than just as a packmate. It's hard not to fall for him with his confidence and his playful demeanor. You know he's been desperate to take things to the next level too.

All he's waiting on is you saying the word.

He will never force you into it. He'll impatiently wait for you to go to him, to tell him that you want it. All jokes and teasing aside, you know he'd never make you feel like you were being forced into something.

The thought makes you want to cry.

“Pull his hair.” Ghost’s voice cuts through the silence, nearly making you jump.

You lower your book so you can see him, eyebrows raising in surprise at his words. “What?”

“When you finally fuck Johnny, grab him by the mohawk. He likes it.” Ghost says, not even looking up from his own book.

You stare at him wide-eyed, wondering for a moment if he can read minds, or if you’re just not quite as subtle as you think you’re being.

“I'll, uh, keep that in mind.” You say, lifting your book again to hide your blushing face.

The room descends into silence once more, the two of you continuing to read as if nothing had happened, as if that conversation hadn’t transpired. You wish it felt that way in your mind, though. The mental images Ghost’s words have drawn up drowning out the words on the pages that you’re trying to read. You’re trying not to get worked up further, but you can’t help it. After your training session and the thoughts that had come to mind with Ghost, and now these new images of Johnny, you’re sure your scent has begun to sweeten with arousal.

You need to rectify this, and fast.

You knock on the door, shifting nervously on your feet. Your hands have disappeared in your sleeves, the weight of your phone in your pocket the only thing keeping you from floating to the ceiling and dissipating into the air from the anxiety.

Your stomach nearly drops from your body as the door swings open, Gaz standing there in his full glory.

“Everything alright?” He asks, staring down at you with those big brown eyes. “You look nervous.”

You swallow the nerves, nodding in response. “Yeah, I just...wanted to talk to you for a minute.”

He steps away from the door, brows still pinched in worry and confusion as he motions for you to enter. You brush past him as you step into his room, taking a look around. You haven't been in his room before. It's slightly smaller than yours and John's, and it doesn't have a private bathroom. There's artwork up on the walls, and a couple of plants on his desk, along with a few personal belongings. It's neat and tidy, not that you expected anything less.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asks, turning to face you after closing the door.

You take a deep breath, calming the nervous twist in your stomach. You shouldn’t be nervous. It’s a natural thing to bring up to packmates. You blame it on the fatigue from your lack of sleep putting you on edge.

“I wanted to ask you something.” You start, staring into his big brown eyes. They’re so beautiful, so expressive as they stare down at you. “Johnny and I...we’re going to...sleep together soon and...I just wanted to make sure that was okay? In case maybe you wanted to go first?”

Kyle’s lips slowly lift up into a smile as you stare at him nervously, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “He’s been an absolute tosser since before your heat, and he’d only become utterly unbearable if he didn’t get to go first.” He steps up closer to you, grinning down at you. “For the sake of everyone’s sanity, I don’t mind being patient. Besides,” He leans down, his breath fanning your ear. “I at least know what you look like naked, so I can occupy myself while I wait.”

Your face burns with warmth at his words, a shiver running down your spine. He’s not wrong. He’s seen you at your most vulnerable, lost to your heat, naked and stuffed with John’s knot. Your brain flashes back to the start of your heat, the feel of his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your pajama pants. You swallow thickly, meeting his gaze as he pulls back.

“Enjoy your time with Johnny, love.” He slips his hand into yours, lifting it to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, lips brushing your skin as he speaks. “I’ll be here waiting for you when you’re ready.”

You feel a bit out of breath as you leave Kyle’s room, and you’re sure your scent has sweetened with arousal and excitement. You might have been tempted to just jump Kyle’s bones right now, had it not been for your desire for Johnny, and your commitment to letting him be first again. You know Kyle’s right. You’d never hear the end of it if Johnny didn’t get the chance to be next in line.

Now you just have to find him and tell him the good news.

“Ye look nervous. Are ye nervous?”

“I mean, this is a big step...” You say, wrapping your arms around Johnny’s neck as he shifts you into his lap. You try not to think about how strong he is, how easily he moves you.

“Ye don’t have tae do this, if ye don’ want to.” He says, looking down into your eyes.

“It’s not that...” You say, shifting in his lap. “It’s more...there’s no going back after this.”

He wraps his arms tighter around you. “If I didnae want it, I wouldnae offer. Yer a fucking stunnin’ omega, kitten. Would be crazy not tae want ye.”

Your cheeks warm at his words, your gaze dropping from the intensity of his own. His stubble tickles your fingers as you trace the line of his jaw, working your way towards his lips. His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip as your fingers trace the jagged scar on his chin.

“Just...go easy on me? At least this first time?” You say, tracing his lips with your fingers.

“‘Course, kitten.” He says, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. “Wouldnae want to scare ye away.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the implications of his words, your stomach fluttering with excitement and a hint of fear at what he could possibly be alluding to. His hand lifts, gently grasping your chin, tilting your face slightly. He closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours.

“Don’ worry.” He murmurs against your lips. “Take good care of ye.”

You hum against his lips, tasting the chocolate he’d been snacking on when you sought him out as his tongue slips into your mouth. His hand leaves your chin, sliding down your throat to rest right at the base of your throat, fingers splayed across your clavicle. His thumb rests right on the edge of your mating mark, the pressure making you shiver.

Johnny pulls you tighter against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck. He moans against your lips as you shift against him, the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass. It’s not the first time you’ve felt it, but this time it’s different. This time you’re going to do something about it.

“Fucking christ, take ye right here on this couch, if I’m not careful.” Johnny groans, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Then best take me to bed, Sergeant.” You say, pulling back slightly to give him what you hope is a sultry look.

The groan that’s pulled from his lips is downright salacious, something flashing in his eyes as you call him by his rank. He curses, tightening his hold around you before he stands, maneuvering you so you’re tossed over his shoulder. You let out a squeak of surprise that’s quickly replaced by giggles as he packs you down the hall to his room.

He sets you on your feet once you're inside, closing the door. You look around his room, surprised to see it full of art supplies with drawings and paintings all over the walls. You stare open mouthed, taking it all in. It's messier than John and Kyle's rooms, though there's still a sense of order to it. A chaotic order, but you suppose that explains Johnny perfectly.

“You draw?” You say, studying the art on the walls.

“Aye,” Johnny says, coming up behind you. “In my free time.”

“I didn't know that.” A small smile tugs at your lips. “They're beautiful.”

“Thank ye, kitten.” He wraps his arms around you from behind, reminding you of why you came in here in the first place. “Not quite as beautiful as you.”

Your face warms at his compliment and you tilt your head back, staring up at him. “You're such a charmer.”

“Try my best.” He grins, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Promise I'll show ye my drawings later.”

You turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “I know. You're desperate.”

“Been waitin’ weeks for this, kitten.” He groans, grinding against you.

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. You tighten your grip around his neck, jumping into his arms. He manages to catch you, stumbling half a step back as his hands grip your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist, lifting yourself so you’re face to face with him.

“Christ.” He groans against your lips, walking forward until he reaches his bed.

He drops you on your back, your body bouncing on the mattress as he settles on his knees over you. His eyes have darkened as he stares down at you, your stomach twisting in excitement. Warmth has started to pool between your legs, your scent sweetening with arousal.

Johnny’s hands are rough as they slip under your shirt, tugging it up over your head. He groans, eyes fluttering as he realizes you’re without a bra underneath. He curses quietly, something you can’t quite understand as his hands immediately close around your breasts. Your lips part as he squeezes the flesh in his hands, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth. You gasp at the sensation as his lips close around the sensitive bud, suckling at it like he’s a man starved.

Well, you suppose he is.

He has been waiting for quite a while for this opportunity. Something about it makes your brain tingle, arousal pooling in your stomach at the thought of someone desiring you that much.

It’s not just him, though. Three of the four members of your pack have expressed their desire for you in such a way. The thought makes your head spin. You’re just a simple omega, and yet, here they are going half crazy over you.

Johnny releases your nipple with a pop, shifting so he can give the same attention to the other one. Arousal continues to pool between your legs, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You drag your fingernails across the back of his neck, a shiver wracking through his body, his hips grinding down against your thigh.

“Fuck,” He gasps, releasing your nipple to stare up at you.

You repeat the motion, dragging your fingers slower. His eyes roll back, hips grinding harder against your thigh. He’s so sensitive, you think, pushing your thigh up against him. He lets out what can only be described as almost a whine, rutting his hips against your leg.

“Fuck,” He curses again, pushing himself back up onto his knees. “Tonight is about you, kitten.” He takes a deep breath before slipping his fingers under the waistband of your pants, tugging them down quickly and tossing them on the floor next to your shirt.

He sinks his teeth into his lip as he stares down at your panties, one of the pairs he got you on your shopping trip before your date with John. You had changed into them specifically for Johnny, remembering how excited he’d looked when he bought you five pairs of the lacy garments. He groans quietly as he runs his fingers over your lace covered skin, slowly lowering his fingers between your thighs. He glances up at you, meeting his gaze and you give him a nod before his fingers dip lower, trailing the wet spot on the lacy fabric.

You part your legs more for him as he rubs you through your panties, quiet moans leaving your lips at the feeling of the friction from the fabric. His eyes are still on you, glued to your face as the pleasure begins to build just from his touch. You buck your hips against his hand, searching out more. More pleasure, more of his touch, more of him.

“Look at ye, needy little thing.” He groans, his thumb dragging up your slit until he finds your clit, slowly circling it through the fabric. “Barely touched ye an’ yer cunt’s already soakin’ yer skids. Fucking sweet little thing, so needy for me, aren’t ye?”

You push yourself up onto your elbows, staring down at him. “Are you going to sit there and run your mouth all night, or are you going to fuck me?”

He grins wickedly at you. “I’m just gettin’ started, kitten.”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee before trailing kisses up your inner thigh. His thumb continues to stroke you through your panties, applying more and more pressure as he gets closer and closer to your center. He whispers out a curse as he shoves your panties to the side, revealing your glistening folds to him. He leans forward, warm breath fanning your slit before he closes his mouth around you.

You gasp at the sensation, dropping back onto your back on the bed as he drags his tongue through your folds, flicking it across your clit before he closes his lips around the sensitive bud, suckling at it like he did your nipples earlier. Pleasure shoots through you as he eats you like a man starved, slurping away at your pussy obscenely.

“Fuck, Johnny!” You gasp, legs trying to close around his head, but he holds your inner thighs, keeping them spread.

You’re not going to last very long, not with him alternating between sucking at your clit and swirling his tongue around it like that. He’s done this before, and you can’t help the momentary spike of jealousy at the thought of him between any other omega’s thighs now that he has you.

“Gonna cum!” You whine, hips bucking against his face.

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess all over my face?” He groans.

You curse, your back arching as he continues to work you up, hands fisting his sheets.

“That’s it.” He groans against your clit, dragging his teeth over the sensitive bud. “Be a good omega for me.”

You cum with a cry, soaking his chin as he continues to tease you. He laps at your juices, not slowing any as he works you through your orgasm, even as you begin to shake with overstimulation.

“I-I can’t.” You gasp, the burning feeling starting to pulse through you as he continues to suck at your clit. It’s quickly becoming too much, the feeling overwhelming you.

Ghost’s words flash through your mind at that moment, his suggestion yesterday while you both spent time in the rec room reading. You reach down, sinking your fingers into Johnny’s mohawk, gripping the short strands. He lets out a groan as you tug, pulling his face from your pussy finally. His chin is glistening with your release, his tongue darting out to lick your juices from his lips.

He follows as you tug upwards, drawing him away from your pussy. He crawls up your body until you’re almost face to face, your fingers still tangled in his hair.

“I said that’s enough.” You say, slightly breathless from your orgasm, but you put as much authority in your tone as you can manage.

“Yes ma’am.” He practically whines, the muscles in his arms flexing as he sinks his own fingers into the sheets around you.

The sudden shift in control has something buzzing in your brain, the back of your neck tingling. You’re an omega. You’re not supposed to be in control, and yet, here Johnny is, practically folding in front of you. A thrill shoots through your veins at the thought of what you could make him do, what lengths he’d go to for you simply because you have him in this position.

“Take your clothes off.” You say, releasing his mohawk.

He sits back without complaint, tugging his shirt over his head. You take him in, the hard lines of his muscles, the dark hair on his chest, the line disappearing under the waistband of his pants. You lick your lips as he undoes the button on his pants, undoing the zipper before tugging them down with his boxers.

His cock is hard and practically standing at attention as he kicks his pants off. He’s slightly smaller than John, but not by much. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him inside you, but you’re not ready for that quite yet. You guide Johnny back up to your face, pressing your lips against his. You can taste yourself on him, making him groan as you lick into his mouth.

You guide him onto his back, trading places with him. He settles beneath you, his hands lifting to your hips, but you push them back as you pull away. You smirk down at him for a moment before you move, changing your position so you’re facing away from him. You trap his hands against the bed with your legs like Ghost showed you, sitting yourself on his taut stomach. He has a clear view of your ass still sporting your lacy panties, your wet folds pressed against his skin.

“Simon show ye that one?” He asks, flexing his hands under you. He could easily overpower you and free himself, but he doesn’t.

“Uh huh.” You say, wrapping your hand around his cock.

“Hells bells, what are you two gettin’ into during trainin’?” He groans, obviously starting to picture the lewd things you and Ghost might be doing. You wonder how he’d react to seeing you on top of Ghost like you were yesterday.

“He’s just teaching me how to defend myself.” You say, slowly pumping his cock. “I’m finding there’s not much of a difference between fucking and fighting.”

Johnny lets out another groan, but you’re not sure if it’s because of your words, or your hand on his cock. You continue to pump his length, feeling the softness of him in your hand, squeezing gently to feel the vein running along the bottom side. Johnny lets out a choked groan, hands twitching again under your legs.

“Fuck, I cannae last much longer.” He gasps desperately, his length twitching in your hand.

Pearly white beads of precum have begun to slip from his tip, and you can’t help but lean down and drag your tongue across his head, gathering some in your mouth. He lets out a whine that rivals ones of your own, his hips bucking as he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm.

“Please, kitten, let me cum inside ye.” He begs, pulling his hands free from underneath you so he can grip your hips.

You pull away from his cock, sitting up on his stomach. He’s panting, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. You shift yourself again, turning back around to face him. His eyes are hooded as he stares at you, pupils blown with lust. His lips are parted as he pants, sweat beading on his forehead from the strain of holding himself back. You push yourself back until you’re hovering over his cock, pulling your panties to the side with one hand, grabbing his length with the other.

You groan as you sink down onto him, bracing yourself with a hand on his stomach as he stretches you open. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing your hips as you work yourself down his length.

“Fuck,” You breathe, pressing your hands against his abs as you sink down completely onto his cock, your hips flush with his.

“So fucking tight and warm,” He groans, his grip near bruising around your hips. “Fucking feel fantastic, kitten.”

You slowly begin rocking your hips, using your hands on his stomach for leverage. Your toes are curling already from this angle, the tip of his cock brushing that spot deep inside you with every rock of your hips. Small whines and whimpers leave your lips as you fuck yourself on his cock, squeezing your legs around his hips. They’re shaking already, and you know you won’t last long in this position.

Johnny seems to notice that as well, his grip on your hips tightening as he starts to guide your movements. You’re starting to sweat from the effort, your thighs burning, but it feels too good to stop. You’re getting close again, the stretch of him inside you paired with the high of having such control over him just a few moments ago driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Johnny pushes himself up as your movements begin to slow, wrapping his arms around you to shift you in his lap, laying you down on the bed facing the footboard as he slots himself over you. He takes over, thrusting into you, setting a frantic pace. Your head falls back as he pounds into you, your back arching as he folds his body over yours, pressing his face into your neck.

“Gonna cum for me? Need tae feel ye squeezing ‘round my cock.” He grunts, nipping at the skin of your throat.

You let out a whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. “Just like that.” You pant, squeezing your legs around his hips. “Don’t stop!”

“Yes, ma’am.” He groans, continuing to rut into you like your pussy is the only thing that can save his life.

You practically see stars as you cum, squeezing around his cock as pleasure jolts through your body like electricity. Your hips buck against his, grinding together like some sort of forbidden dance as he’s forced into his own orgasm by your walls squeezing around him. His hips stutter before he stills, warmth spurting into you as he cums. You hold him there, his body trembling with yours as he groans into your throat.

“Fucking hell.” He moans, starting to shallowly thrust into you. He’s still hard, his cock dragging through your sensitive walls as he continues to fuck you despite having just orgasmed. “Never gonnae tire of this sweet cunt.”

He probably won’t, you think as he continues to slowly thrust into you again.

You’re in for a long night.

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divine-misfortune · 7 months

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Kinktober, day 6. Creampies

Pairing: Omega/Alpha

Words: 1,928

Contains: Rough sex, power switch, semi-hate fucking (?), consent leans dubious, face slapping, spit as lube, anal sex, bottom!Alpha

Summary: Alpha can't help but poke at all of Omega’s buttons. He wants a reaction, he just didn't expect this kind of reaction.

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The bed creaked from the sheer force of Omega’s weight crashing into it. He was surprised the frame only yelped in protest and didn’t give under him, even more so when Alpha joined him in order to force him flat against the mattress again. The fire ghoul’s hand was searing against the base of his throat, claws like needles in his skin. He began to growl but Alpha sneered at the sound, daring to take his neck properly in his hand. A harsh squeeze killed the noise in an instant.

Alpha was smiling broadly, an obvious and intentional display of teeth when he chose to go still.

“You gonna fucking behave now?” He spat, testing the weight of his palm against his adams apple. Omega swallowed beneath it and felt his throat click.

“Bite me.” Omega hissed between his grit teeth.

“What happened to those manners big boy? Know that the clergy trained their lapdog better than this.”

The words burrow deeper than Omega dares to let show, he knew better. Alpha was all about low blows, especially when it as just the two of them. He got off on pissing Omega off. Provoking him was like foreplay, and Alpha had been prodding the beast all fucking day. Dig after dig, outright giddy in himself when the quintessence ghoul all but stormed out of rehearsal.

And now he perches above him with a confidence undeserved. Like he believes he belongs there. Like he thinks he’s won something. Like he believes he’s tamed a black hole.

Annoyance doesn’t begin to describe it. Nearer to flat out anger if Omega spared the time to consider the burn of a dying star in his head, pulsing and bright. He thinks he might see white for a minute, or red. Something takes hold of him. Composure snapping like a frayed wire that’s snapped back to catch Alpha in the midst of his stupidity.

Alpha hits the floor with all the grace of a bag of bricks and Omega grimaced as he shook his hand out, pins and needles spreading along the back. His knuckles would surely ache given time, but that was a concern for later. Omega slipped off the bed to stand over him, watching him clumsily get to his knees as he held the side of his face. The fire ghoul groans and works his jaw, a distinct pop there as it shifts.

“You hit like a fucking girl.” He opened his mouth and Omega smelled blood, wondering if it was his tongue or cheek that had caught the point of his fangs. “I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Omega scoffed and forced him back to the hardwood, foot placed square between his shoulder blades to keep him pinned. “You’re not in the position to do much of anything, spitfire."

He lowered himself to straddle the back of his legs with a faintly amused sound.

Unceremoniously, Omega tugged at his pants with enough force a seam audibly tore and Alpha went entirely rigid before throwing a wide orange eyed stare at him over his shoulder. He hushed him, though he very well could have just been hissing at him, and spread his cheeks. The little ring of muscle between them went tense with the rest of him. Nails scratched against the wood when he spat on it, warm to most, cold to Alpha.

“It’s fucking shy.”

He circled his rim slowly with the pad of his thumb. Spreading his spit as he teased with the slightest bit of pressure, it was enough to have Alpha breathing unsteadily. Anticiption or nerves, he couldn’t be sure. Whatever it was did a fair job of strokng his ego. Omega didn’t waste his breath warning him before he pushed his thumb inside, knowing he’d get the same reaction either way.

A choked out gasp as his muscles instintively drew tighter, only pulling him deeper. Alpha’s tail wound around his wrist first then the lenth of his arm. He was tight, tighter than Omega remembered him being - not that they did this often, Alpha hardly ever allowed himself to be in a position like this. He’d rather choke to death on his pride.

“Relax,” Omega instructed. The first word he’d uttered without any bite behind, one could almost call it gentle. As close to gentle as the two of them could get. “It’s gonna fucking hurt if you don’t.”

“Easier said than done, prick.”

Eyes rolling, Omega slid under his shirt. The tips of his fingers traced the bow of his back down to the base of his tail as the gentle lull of magic settled into his bones. Alpha’s shoulders untensed first and with a little more coaxing so did the rest of him. It was enough to allow him to keep him semi open. Enough that Omega could actually spit inside of him and trade out his thumb for his middle finger, quickly joined by his index.

Alpha shifted once again. One more attempt to get out from underneath him, but his legs had gone weak from a dangerous mix of quintssence and Omega’s thick fingers. All he succeeded in was raising his hips off the floor. His head dropped into the crook of his arm with a somewhat labored string of curses.

“I’m starting to think you like this, being treated a little rough, manhandled.”

As if to prove his point he tugged at the base of his tail, crooking his fingers up to pet along his walls. He whimpered, actually whimpered, and the sound went straight to Omega’s dick. It sounded sinfully pathetic, his deep voice pitching upwards into something uncharacteristically feminine. He throbbed against the confines of his pants, aching against the zipper.

He fumbled single handedly with his belt, keeping the other busy scissoring the fire ghoul open. Alpha couldn’t keep on with his bitching if he was too busy trying not to sound like a bitch.

“Fu…Fuck you,” Alpha managed through grit teeth.

“Aw, is that your way of begging? You’re not very good at it, you sound like a girl.”

He withdrew his fingers and wiped them on Alpha’s inner thigh before roughly tugging his hips up. Forced him to his knees without the dignity of lifting his head from the floor, like an animal.

“You lost, wildfire.” He teased the tip of his cock against his hole, grinning as Alpha’s tail coils tighter around his bicep “Lost pretty bad too, you think my rings are gonna leave a bruise on your face?”

Alpha nearly wailed when he pressed the head into him, the sound of claws scraping wood met his ears again. He groaned, held onto the fire ghoul's hips tighter and popped the flare of the tip back out only to abruptly push it back in. His body clamped down around him in a way that sat somewhere between torturous and heavenly. Not yet slick enough for him to push in seamlessly his inner walls embraced every inch with a mind numbing heat.

Sunk halfway down his shaft, Alpha shook. His thighs trembled and his breaths came to him in ragged gasps. Omega was sure his eyes had rolled back and stayed there.

"Hurts, huh baby?"

A warbled thick was all the fire ghoul managed before Omega pulled his hips the rest of the way down. This time, he full on sobbed, a few sparks sputtering off uselessly between his horns.

"Belial, just milking my cock aren't you?" His nails dug in as he pulled out only to thrust in just as hard, moan begrudgingly punched out of the other ghoul's lungs. "Acting like you're too fucking good for this," again. "Too good to take it," and again. "You only fight back like this because you can't bear to admit you love being my fucktoy," and again for good measure, each time forcing such humiliating sounds from him.

Alpha covered his mouth after the fourth thrust, claws digging into his cheek, sharp inhales through his nose. Omega took a fistful of his hair and tugged, his bark arching beautifully.

"Let me hear it, let me hear how fucking pathetic you are."

"Meg-"

"Feel you getting wet, fuck, you love being used don't you?"

"Slow down-"

"Why? You didn't seem too keen on slowing down when things were reversed." He twisted his fingers further into his fine pale hair, "when I'm done with you, nothings gonna satisfy you like my cock does. Losing feels so good, doesn't it?"

Instead of further complaint, Alpha made this low strangled sound of surprise. His hips twitched forward in a few erratic, jerky movements as his body seemed to repeatedly bear down in a fashion that left Omega's head spinning.

Alpha fought not to go entirely boneless under him, Omega could feel his body fighting exhaustion like he was trying to keep a shred of dignity. A laughable thought, as if he had any left. Mounted and fucked, cumming untouched after being treated a little rough, Alpha for some reason still tried.

"Oh Satanas-" Any pace he'd set was forgotten in favor of chasing a reckless pleasure, "it's like your body's begging me to fill you up."

The sound of their bodies meeting had become slick and obscene in a way that only fueled him. Alpha was panting, writhing, mewling from the overstimulation as the other ghoul pounded into him relentlessly. So relentlessly his knees threatened to give.

"Anyone ever filled you up before? No, course they haven't, too - ah - stubborn to let anyone. Gonna be the first, gonna be so good you won’t be able to get enough.”

Every little movement, every drag against those velvety walls, twisted something up in his belly. Heat, electricity, tension. He abandoned composure and draped himself over the poor fucked out fire ghoul, breathing in the smell of him like it alone could tip him over the edge. Burning cherrywood and tobacco twisted so sickly sweet by arousal he could almost taste it. He wanted to taste it, to lick the sweat from his overheated skin.

It crashed into him quickly, violently. The edges of his vision went dark and fuzzy with a final thrust, balls finally drawing tight. Omega buried himself just the slightest bit deeper and slowly rolled his hips in time with the waves of pleasure washing over him. He groaned against Alpha’s shoulder as he shuddered at the sensation of him spilling hot and thick at the deepest part of him. The sound he made could only be described as a gurgle, nonsensical sounds attempting to be words.

“That’s it…” He sighed shakily and forced himself upright. His entire body felt heavy. Certainly wasn’t as young as he used to be.

Pulling out of him was a purposefully slow process. Alpha’s body keened into the motion and promptly sagged the second Omega popped out of him. His hole gaped as a thick white glob dribbled out of him, dripping all the way down to his cock - half chubbed and an angry red at the tip, just hanging between his legs untouched. Omega pulled at his cheeks again, laughing breathlessly when more of his cum trickled past his rim.

He dragged his dick along the cleft of his ass, smearing the mess across his skin. Alpha jolted when he tapped the head of his cock back at his rim, making another garbled sound in confusion.

“Told you,” Omega grit his teeth. Sinking back into the hot clutch of his body, watching as his own load is forced out of his abused hole. “We’re not done yet, gonna fill you like a good fucktoy.”

#spicy tag #writing #void writing #alpha ghoul #omega ghoul #nameless ghouls #omega/alpha #the band ghost #ghost the band #kinktober 2023 #ghostober

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lovelylou · 2 years

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Truebonds by @jacaranda-bloom (jacaranda_bloom)

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Louis doesn't mind being an omega, most of the time. Modern medicine allows him to suppress almost all of his omega traits, but the one thing it can't suppress is his scenting cycle. Fortunately, that only needs to be dealt with every seven years and he counts himself lucky that he can afford the services of a reputable agency.

With his cycle due, he reviews the matched candidates and there's one alpha who fits all of his criteria, S28A. That's pretty much where things start to unravel.

Enter Harry Styles, scenter for hire.

Or the one where Louis is an omega in need, Harry is an alpha for hire, and destiny presents them with a fate they never saw coming.

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#jacaranda bloom #fic #larry #ficrec #fanfic #larryfic #au #bottomlouis #blfic #omegalouis #omega/alpha #alphaharry #abo #abo larry

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cemeterything · 8 months

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i like the concept of the angelic hierarchy but i do think it'd be really funny if angels were real and it turned out to be total bullshit like the time that guy came up with a hierarchical social structure for wolves that everyone lost their minds over and then a few years later was like "wait guys i was wrong"

#🐉#angels #yes im talking about the alpha/beta/omega thing but i think its funnier if you just Know what i mean without me saying it explicitly

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fallenneziah · 6 months

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is it too much if i ask you to do a part two of alpha!ghost and omega!reader 🥹

Ah, don't worry @dragonstoneshortcake I will feed you more.

Alpha!Ghost and Omega!Reader pt2

If you haven't you can go back and read part 1 and 3

Your first heat with Alpha!Ghost was one that would stick with you. Ghost all the same. After that first heat, watching his seed slowly dripping from your fluttering hole. He wanted to do it all over again.

Alpha!Ghost who let's you keep his shirt, telling you, "you might need it sweetheart," with a wink and starts to pack himself up.

Omega!Reader who does in fact need that shirt. Who has unexplainable want to burrow into it. Whimpering at night and holding it tight to suffocate you like a pillow.

Like a rabbit kicking it's back legs from excitement or anxiousness.

Omega!Reader who hasn't experienced anything like Ghost's thick cock deep inside them. Who moan loudly as they think about his knot stuck inside your sweet hole.

Alpha!Ghost who gets in teasing touches during practice. Hand gliding down reader's ass or over their shoulder. Warm breath fanning to their ear, tumbling deeply when he sees the sore bite marks that still remain seared on their skin.

Alpha!Ghost who ruts his cock between his pillow, trying to get friction like that little omega, the chemical reaction of your heat burned into his mind.

Omega!Reader who breaks the cycle and heads to Ghost's office, tenacious and eager. The smell of your delicious pheromones tell him all he needs to know before he's sliding you closer, hands on your hips, guiding you along.

Omega!Reader who takes Ghost's cock in their mouth, sweat tears rolling as Ghost's hips cant up, his voice vibrating in their stomach.

"Oh such a good fuckin' angel... So fuckin' pretty on my cock, so fuckin' pretty..." He groans, stroking your cheek as saliva drips down your chin and you choke down his length.

Alpha!Ghost who plays into and teases reader for being so needy. Spanking their ass as he takes down their pants, bending them over the desk and growling in their ear as his fingers work their hole.

Omega!Reader who whines in reply, bringing this interaction down simply to submit, and submitted. The animal in desperation and the animal willing to give. Basic instincts imbedded in your genes telling you to take him. And take him all.

Alpha!Ghost who doesn't care that your pheromones spread. Others will know it's him taking you. His cock sinking into your hole, pushing you against the desk, nails digging in.

"Look at you- oh fuckin' 'ell sweetheart-" He growls.

Alpha!Ghost who doesn't spare you anymore than last time. He knows you're out of heat and just want his cock, and he'll give it to you. Rearranging your insides and keeping you completely pinned under him. Seeing you squirm and arch before giving up makes him feel so good.

Alpha!Ghost who gets you on his knot, slamming deep inside of you, feeling how far he's pushed, that slight swell in your belly from how deep his cock is seated inside you.

"You look so good on my knot..." He admires his work, he admires your body.

Sitting in his chair and caressing your body. Making you whimper and shiver. His lips and tongue tasting every little bit of you. Your sweet scent just leaking off you.

Alpha!Ghost who hadn't talked with you about what you actually were. You'd fucked twice and he didn't really know If you'd want it further.

Did that stop him from protecting you? No.

Alpha!Ghost who is so protective over you more now than ever. If you're sparring with someone else and they remotely touch you wrong Ghost is up in their face with a nasty snarl.

That's his. You back away. Back the fuck away.

Alpha!Ghost who as far as he's concerned, mated or not, you're his. His seed stains your insides, he's been closest to your smell than anyone in base, he's seen you in heat. He's pounded your brains out.

You. Are. His.

Omega!Reader who finds themselves at Ghost's door often after nightmares. When they'd opt to be alone mostly, they can't help wanting his scent. Hearing him hum as he let's you in, smelling him everywhere.

Omega!Reader burrowing into Ghost's side and his blankets, unable to help being completely consumed by the scent. It's not bad, they sniff him, paw at him, shifting through the night.

Alpha!Ghost who finds it... Rather adorable that you want more of him. Shifting a little so you can press your face up to his chest, inhaling deeply and whimpering into his arms.

Omega!Reader who completely melts when his arms wrap around them, feeling very comforted and safe with him.

Omega!Reader whose nightly occurrences in Ghost's room because frequent. Every other night the two share a bed, sometimes leading to his cock down your throat as you slowly or desperately suck him off.

Or other times it ends with his knot deep inside you, whispering about how he'll get you pregnant. He'll knock you up so good with his pups.

Omega!Reader whose fantasies are all Ghost. Him pounding them full of pups and making them leak. Back arched and crying out his name like it's the only word they know.

Omega!Reader knowing they want so much more with Ghost. Knowing they want off their pills, to let his seed get them pregnant. Who wants to be called his mate. Who wants that so so badly.

Omega!Reader who will notice how Ghost gets flirted with by betas around the base and will end up whining. Like a neglected puppy.

"What's wrong love? Someone step on your tail?" Ghost will tease, unaware the other officers flirting has severely ticked you off.

Omega!Reader who tries to pull Ghost to their whim once, getting so far as a utility closet before Ghost shoves them in, pressing his chest to their back, hearing them whimper desperately for something.

"Shh, think you get to do that sweetheart? No, no angel." He whispers, kissing your cheek and rutting against your ass.

I'm sure you'll work it out together somehow 😉

#cod smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader smut #cod mw2 #alpha simon riley #alpha!Ghost #omega!reader #omega reader

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lesservillain · 3 months

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alpha!steddie x omega!reader Part One. summary: after finding yourself in a pinch, an ad in the local paper for a paid surrogacy gig catches your attention. free food, housing, and all doctor visits covered, and all you have to do is pop a baby out for a a hot alpha couple? what could go wrong! cw: OMEGAVERSE. established steddie. smut, angst, m/m/f, anal (m receiving), daisy chain, free use kink, breeding kink, lots of unprotected piv, surrogacy, strangers to lovers, alpha x alpha relationships are considered taboo wc: 10.6k

A heavy ball of nerves filled your gut as you sat in the busy coffee shop. You sipped on your drink, eyes darting to the door every time it opened as you waited for them to show up. Them being the alpha couple that you contacted the day before.

Looking for a way to make some money in this small town that you’d decided to settle in, an ad in the classifieds caught your attention.

Wanted: Omega Surrogate for Male Alpha Couple.

It wasn’t something you’d expected to see in the Sunday paper. Hawkins came off as a more conservative town, and it was pretty common practice for people to look at male alpha and same sex beta couples a certain way.

Of all the combinations of couples in this world, most of them could produce children except for two male alphas and same sex betas which made the coupling quite the taboo. It was pretty well known that most adoptive agencies and surrogacy clinics wouldn’t assist those kinds of couples, so an ad like that isn’t uncommon, just not something you would have bet money on finding.

The ad itself seemed very enticing. The couple lived in an allegedly nice neighborhood called Loch Nora, according to the barista you’d asked. It made sense considering the couple said they would pay for all your needs like food and doctors appointments.

You were currently living in a motel while you searched for a place to live here. And the more time you spend searching, the more money you spend on food, the less you have to put down for a deposit. So the offer to have your food paid for for the next 9 months was something you weren’t about to pass up.

The bell on the coffee shop door rang again. Your eyes flicked to see two men walk in. They were both clearly alphas; tall, handsome, and their mixed scents were strong enough to reach your nose even over the strong coffee smell. They were quite the opposite of each other; the one looking like he belonged on a stage performing for a metal concert, and the other looked like he just came from a business casual style modeling gig.

Their eyes began to scan the shop and it hit you that this might be the alpha couple that’s meeting you. Butterflied erupted in your stomach at the thought of the two of them together. The omegas in this town must have all collectively cried when these two got together.

The rock star guy’s eyes caught yours first. You gave him a small wave and he perked up and returned the gesture excitedly. He bumped the model guy and pointed you out to him, saying something in his ear before the two of them made their way to you. As they got closer, the knot in your stomach got tighter. How they hell were these guys so attractive?

The model guy approached you first, saying your name like a question, as if to confirm you’re who he talked to on the phone.

“Yep, that’s me,” you say as you stand to greet them. “You must be Steve. Your voice sounds familiar.” The model guy nods, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

“Yes, I’m Steve. And this is Eddie, my partner.” Eddie takes a step forward and extends his hand to you. You take it to shake, but as soon as your hand touches his, a shock of electricity shoots up your arm and all over your body. It was a feeling you’d never had before, and it made you pull away from him. You wondered if he felt it too by the way he looked at his hand and then to you.

“Everything okay?” Steve says, extending his hand out to you as well.

“Y-yeah, it’s fine,” Eddie says, wringing his wrist in his other hand. You nod, not sure what to say as you grab Steve’s hand to shake. But the same thing happens when you touch him as well.

“Woah,” Steve says with a laugh, pulling his hand away. “There must be a lot of static in here or something.”

“Must be,” you say as you shake your head, sitting back down in your booth seat.

The two men slide into the seats opposite of you, shoulder to shoulder like any other couple would. Steve opens the flap of his blazer, pulling out a stack of papers from it’s inner pocket and laying it on the table, attempting to flatten it with his…vary large hands.

“Okay, so,” Steve starts, running a hand through his hair. He takes a breath and looks to Eddie and then to you. Eddie’s fingers lace together on the table as his thumbs fidget nervously, is attention staying on the papers.

“This is kind of the guidelines we’ve come up with for what we’ve planned out.” Steve slides the paperwork across the table to you. “Like we said on the phone yesterday, we can negotiate some things to work better for you if you decide to go through with this. Just let us know what we might need to change and we can have our lawyer rewrite it.”

At that last sentence, you realized this was a contract. It made sense that they would want one. What if you had decided to keep the baby and run away? Not that you would. Your life was too much a mess right now to take care of a kid on your own. And you were relieved when you read that they wouldn’t abandon you with the child either.

When you went to flip the page, you could see Eddie physically shift from over the papers edge. There was a pink tint to his cheeks, his eyes downcast with…embarrassment?

“Um,” Steve clears his throat, “This next page…” He hesitates, mouth opening and closing like he can’t quite figure out what he wants to say. “We, uh, we asked for an omega specifically for a reason.”

Your eyes caught the title for the next section of the contract:

Terms of Conception.

“Terms?” You say as you begin to read on. Honestly, when they’d confirmed that they would pay for all of your doctors appointments, you’d just assumed that included the insemination appointments. They were a couple after all, one that had been together for more than 5 years now, so you’d figured there wouldn’t be any...intrusion on your part.

But that became abundantly clear that was not what they had in mind.

“We just figured it would be easier and less invasive on your end if we did things more naturally.” Steve’s tone was slightly distressed, worried that their proposal would run you off once you fully understood their terms.

‘The surrogate party agrees to stop all forms of suppressants and birth prevention measures. Heat cycles will be tracked and monitored by all parties for peak conception. Intercourse will be performed by all parties during the following days leading up to and during the peak fertility window. Due to the schedules of the donating party, said party requests that the surrogate party legally, physically, and emotionally consents to make themselves available at all times to the donating party. This includes at all hours of the day and night, as needed.’

“The consent part is really important to us, too.” Steve adds, pointing to the papers in your hands. “Obviously we want you to feel comfortable enough to tell us no, but sometimes with our jobs we don’t work set hours.” Eddie moves for the first time since you turned the page, nodding quickly in agreement to Steve’s words.

“I get it…” you say, pretending to keep reading even though you’re mind is reeling. “It’s like…free game, right?” You laugh nervously, and the two men both shift very differently where they sit. Eddie’s eyebrows go up, leaning into the table with interest in your phrasing, while Steve seems to tense up a bit, his ears turning red.

“That’s a good way to put it,” Eddie says with a nod, “We just want to make sure you’re willing to work with us. We—” Eddie looks to Steve with a smile, “We’ve been talking about this for at least a year now, and we’re really ready to take this next step.”

The way the two men look at each other in front of you makes you melt from how lovey they are. It becomes abundantly clear that, to them, this is just an obligatory step to expand their family. A means to an end for a couple that wouldn’t be able to get help any other way.

“Oh!” Steve says as if he suddenly remembered something, “This isn’t in the contract yet, but Eddie and I were talking last night when you said you were still looking for a place to live. Well, we live in a fairly big house and we think that for the sake of…convenience, for lack of a better word, that we would like you to stay with us during this whole process. It would give you plenty of time to get a feel of the town, find a place to live.”

You looked at the two men with surprise. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about asking to live with them, but you didn’t think that they would be the one offering. And all of Steve’s points made sense to you so it didn’t take long to mull it over in your mind.

“Well, I mean, as long as this isn’t some elaborate plan to murder me, then I don’t see why not.”

Steve and Eddie visibly relax, both of them laughing at your joke.

“Nah, we wouldn’t put this much effort just to kill anyone,” Eddie says with a playful jab at Steve, who shakes his head at Eddie’s antics.

“So, does that mean you’re okay with our terms? We totally understand if it’s not something you are comfortably with, and we can give you a couple of days to think about it if you need to—”

Free food, free housing, free healthcare, and all you have to do is let these two hot guys cum in you until you give them a baby?

“I’ll do it.”

It’s been two weeks since you’d moved in with Steve and Eddie. They took you to your hotel and gathered the little belongings you had and moved you in that same night into their spare bedroom on the second floor. It was directly across the hall from their bedroom, which made sense to you considering the nature of your arraignment. Why shove you all the way on the other side of the house if they were going to need easy access to you during your heat cycles?

After a bit of discussion, they told you that they didn’t want you to worry about getting a job right away. Something about it being too stressful while trying to get you pregnant? You didn’t argue, instead putting your focus on keeping the house put together for them.

They weren’t exaggerating when they said their hours were a bit all over the place work wise. Eddie recently took over ownership of the local body shop and Steve was a regional manager for Family Video after working his way up in the company. With both of them having so much responsibility, a normal person would wonder how the two of them would ever find time to be with each other.

If someone were to ask you, though, you’d tell them that you are very much aware of how often they spend time together. And that answer would be almost every night.

It was baffling how after both of them working sometimes 10 hour shifts, the both of them still had enough energy to fuck each other almost every night. Loudly, you might add. You’re not sure if they think you can’t hear them or if they’re just so used to living alone that they didn’t think about you being there while they bash their headboard into the wall for hours.

You had mixed feelings about it. Part of you wan annoyed, because it was honestly hard to sleep some nights at first. Part of you was jealous because you hadn’t gotten any since you’d broken up with your ex, and part of your contract included you not having any other partners until after conception. And because of that, part of you was frustrated.

Sure, you were contractually obligated to have sex with them, but it was ultimately on their terms. They were still a couple, and you were just there to fulfill a service. You doubted that even when the time does come that there will be much intimacy between you and the two of them.

You can take care of yourself, and there have been a couple nights where their sounds have helped you get yourself off fairly quickly. But you were getting to a point where you wish you had a toy or something to make things a little easier. You still had a little money that you didn’t spend before moving in. Maybe on a day they were both gone you could call a cab and see if this town has a sleazy sex shop that no one talks about.

“Good morning,” Eddie yawns, entering the kitchen. He was shirtless per usual, the loose plaid pajama pants slipping dangerously low on his hips as he stretched.

“Morning,” Steve greeted, eyes still on some paperwork that he was looking over from work.

“Good afternoon, Eddie,” you say with knowing smile, placing a plate in front of him where he sat next to Steve at the island.

“Shit, is it afternoon already?” Steve looked up, his glasses sitting at the end of his nose as he squinted to see the time on the stove.

“Must be Sunday,” Eddie says with a mouth full of sandwich. “It’s feels like it’s been forever since I’ve gotten to sleep in.”

“You slept in last Sunday, babe,” Steve says with a pointed look.

“Maybe I’ll go back to sleep if you’re gonna have that attitude.”

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes at his husband. Eddie laughs and plants a kiss on Steve’s cheek.

“Do you guys have any plans today?” You ask, cleaning up the mess from lunch. The two look at each other.

“No.”

“Nope, not today.”

“Oh, maybe you two could go on a date?”

Steve looked at Eddie excitedly, who gave him a toothy grin in return.

“That's not a bad idea,” Eddie says. “Been a while since we’ve gone out together.”

The two of them iron out the details of their spontaneous date. From the sounds of it, they’d probably be gone most of the afternoon and possibly into the night. It was a perfect opportunity to make a trip into town for your own plans.

Once the coast was clear, you took the opportunity to look through the phone book to see if any kind of shop was listed. You found a taxi company first, dog earring the page to go back to as you kept on with your search.

As you sat there, you didn’t quite catch the way the temperature in your body started to rise. You pulled on the collar of your shirt to fan yourself as you turned the pages, which slowly became less and less clear to you as your vision began to go fuzzy. The mixed smells that you’d gotten used to all the sudden became very potent, filling your brain with the scent of alpha musk.

Before you even realized it, you were on your feet and up the stairs. Opening the door to the room across the hall from yours, you immediately find the hampers full of Steve’s and Eddie’s clothes that they kept in there. You thanked yourself for forgetting to start the laundry this morning as you dumped all the clothes onto the floor of their walk in closet.

It was heavenly to be in there surrounded by all of their clothes, towels, and other materials that you found to be suffice for your nest. At some point you’d taken off your own clothes and replaced them with one of the boy’s shirts and another’s pair of sweats. You curled into yourself, surrounded by their scent as you slowly felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

You had no idea how long you laid there for. All you could focus on was the safe feeling of your nest and the throbbing between your legs that gradually became more prominent as time passed. It felt natural for you to want to call for your ex, even when you were surrounded by other alphas scents. Your body was just desperate for any relief.

“Shit, there you are.”

A light fills the closet, breaking you from your trance and you call your ex’s name again.

“Shhh, no, it’s Steve.”

You feel your body being lifted from your nest. It almost puts you in a panic until you get a full whiff of Steve’s scent up close. You rub your face against the skin of his neck, whimpering as the pain between your legs becomes more of a strobing feeling.

“Is she okay?” Eddie’s scent breaches Steve’s take over of your nose. You can feel the heat of his body next to yours as he moves in close. A hand lays across your forehead for a moment, and naturally you lean into the touch before it’s pulled away.

“She’s burning up.” Eddie’s voice sounds slightly slurred, but you can’t tell if it’s him or if your hearing is being affected by your heat.

“I thought we had a couple more days,” Steve huffs. You can almost make out the distressed look on his face with how closely he’s holding you.

“I’ll take her,” Eddie says, his hands moving around you to take you from Steve. But Steve doesn’t budge. In fact, his grip on you tightens, pulling your body closer to his chest.

“N-no,” Steve stutters. There’s an aggressive tone in his voice as he speaks, and you feel him moving you away. It’s hard to tell, but it feels like he may be crawling across the bed with you in his grasp.

“Give her to me, Steve.” Eddie’s voice is demanding, and you feel the pressure in the room change. Steve takes a deep breath in before he lays you down on the bed, the cool feeling of their sheets hitting your warm skin and giving you the chills.

Your eyes open to see Steve stripping his clothes. As your vision comes into focus, you can see the way he looks down at you hungrily with lidded eyes. His mouth hangs open as his breathing picks up, his shirt long gone as he starts on his belt.

The bed dips and you see Eddie make his way over to you and Steve. He’d gotten down to his boxers, a prominent tent where he’s straining underneath the tight material.

“Move,” Eddie growls, pushing Steve over and sliding his way between your spread legs. His eyes are dark, locked on your exposed pussy like a predator about to go in for the kill. In a swift motion he pulls his boxers down to free his cock. It makes an audible smack against his stomach, the head almost purple with how hard he was.

The sight of his alpha cock pushes your body over the edge and a wave of arousal spills from you and onto the sheets below in preparation. Eddie strokes himself, his hand rubbing up and down his length before he moves to position himself at your entrance. Even just feeling the tip against you has you bucking your hips and whining for him. Eddie’s lips curl into a smile at your desperation, nudging you again to tease you more.

Just as Eddie’s about to push himself into you, Steve lunges at him, sending Eddie almost over the side of the bed. There’s a feral look in Steve’s eye as he moves in where Eddie was between your legs.

Even in your delirious state, your eyes go wide when you see Steve’s alpha cock nudging between your legs. Your body is built to take alpha cocks, which are normally bigger than any other second gender when it comes to size. But you were still reeling as Steve’s cock began to push inside of you, questioning how your body was going to accommodate the whole thing as he began to split you open inch by inch.

The loud moans that came from your chest filled the room the further he pushed in. Another wave of arousal pushes through you and out to coat Steve’s cock. His body rocked slowly to let you accommodate him, fully aware of how big he really was. Steve’s head rolls back, mouth hung open in pleasure with each thrust.

“Damn it, Steve” you hear Eddie hiss from beside you. Your head lulls to the side as the bed dips again. Eddie starts to crawl towards you and Steve and you wonder if he’s going to try and push him out of you. Instead, Eddie grabs Steve by the back of his head and crashes his lips into his. You watched as the two alpha’s kissed, their tongues moving in a dance with each other and their teeth clashing with each movement of their lips.

With Steve distracted by his husbands lips on his, he forgets that he was trying to be gentle with you and begins to really thrust. All at once he’s fully seated inside you, barely pulling back before pushing himself all the way back in over and over. It’s so much all at once, overstimulating your body to the point where you cum hard on his cock.

Steve gasps as you squeeze him over and over, pulling away from Eddie to look at your face. Your eyes roll back into your head and the noise you let out as you cum is choked and guttural.

“She’s pretty when she cums, isn’t she, big boy?” Eddie’s looking at you with that same predatory expression, a devilish smile on his face as he watches you cum on his husbands cock. Steve nods dumbly, barely cognizant of anything other than the feeling of your tight cunt on his cock as he continues to rock into you.

“Wow, Stevie,” Eddie teases, “I figured you would have cum by now. Her pussy that good that you don’t wanna be out of it yet?”

Another lazy nod. Steve is panting like a dog over you now, his body slowly slumping forward as he lays himself on top of you. He’s humping into you with no rhyme or rhythm, only chasing his own pleasure as he drools onto your skin.

“Hmmm, well, maybe I need to help you speed things up a bit.”

From over Steve’s shoulder, you see Eddie’s hand rubbing down Steve’s ass to the small of his back and back up again. You see Steve’s brows jump up before his forehead lands in the crook of your neck.

Eddie’s eyes meet yours, and you feel your heart skip a beat. He pauses for a moment before he leans over Steve’s body, his big, ringed hand moving in front of your face. He presents his thumb to you, and places it against your tongue. Instinctively, you take the digit in your mouth and suck, twirling your tongue around it inside of your mouth. Eddie hums in satisfaction,a deep chuckle rolling in his chest before pulling his thumb from between your lips.

“Such a good girl,” he says with a wink. You feel yourself clench around Steve from Eddie’s praise, and he lets out a sharp breath against your neck.

You watch as Eddie’s hand lands back on Steve’s ass. The thumb that had been in your mouth sinks its way inside Steve and the effect is immediate. With only a few more sharp thrusts, you immediately feel yourself being filled with Steve’s thick, hot seed. His cock throbs inside of you as his release seems to be endless.

The pain in your core dulled with every drop of cum that coats you inside. You feel like you could pass out from exhaustion, but the sudden tightening feeling inside of you has you gasping as Steve’s knot grows inside of you.

Eddie looks at you wish confusion, not expecting your pained expression.

“What the—Steve, did you fucking knot her?”

Steve’s eyes shoot open, looking at you with more clarity than he ever has before. And in your close proximity, you were able to really look at him. The redness that dusted his freckles cheeks, his long eyelashes that framed his beautiful hazel eyes, the little moles that decorated his skin like constellations in the sky.

Steve Harrington was beautiful.

“Steve!” Eddie called his name again. Steve looked down between the two of you and sighed.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I—I just didn’t pull out fast enough.”

Eddie sighed, shaking his head. In your contract, the three of you had agreed not that there wouldn’t be any knotting if the other person was waiting their turn with you.

Sometimes it takes a while for a knot to go down if the knotting alpha knows that another alpha is trying to get to his omega. It’s just a biological thing as most alpha and omega dynamic don’t include two alphas sharing an omega. The whole point of the knot is to keep the alpha’s sperm in the omega for as long as possible and to prevent another alpha from impregnating the omega.

“You better think of Mrs.Henderson in her underwear to get that to go down faster,” Eddie says with an accusatory tone and Steve grimaces. Eddie’s comment makes you laugh, and Steve looks at you wildly.

“Don’t-don’t laugh,” he hisses through his teeth, “It makes you squeeze me and that’s not going to help my shit go down.”

“Sorry.” You look away from him. If you weren’t still inflicted by your heat, you’d probably feel something along the lines of embarrassment or guilt for your current situation. Because you want to wrap your arms around Steve’s neck and pull him in for a kiss, like the one that him and Eddie had shared.

You wanted that with Eddie, too, though.

You hadn’t even realized that you’d fallen asleep until you felt the pressure between your legs shift. Your eyes flutter open, and you watch as Steve sits up and moves to the edge of the bed. His knot had gone down but his cock was still as hard as it was before he had pushed himself inside of you.

But your view of Steve was obstructed as Eddie took his place between your legs. He leaned over you until he was as close to you as Steve was.

“Got it in you for more, princess?” Eddie asks sweetly, his hand caressing your face. His scent washed over you and you were immediately back into that fuzzy headspace. You nod up at him eagerly, pleading to him with big, glassy eyes.

Eddie gives you a toothy grin. He gives you a peck on your nose before he leans back on his haunches.

“Can I move you around?” He asks. You nod, and he wastes no time moving you onto your stomach. He maneuvers your body so that your ass is up in the air for him and you can hear him hum at the view.

“Look at you dripping, sweet thing,” he says mesmerized. “Can’t wait to add to the mess.” The head of his cock nudges at your sopping pussy, slipping inside with little resistance as your arousal and Steve’s cum acts as a lubricant.

Even with the stretch of Steve’s cock, Eddie still felt like he was filling you up as he pushed himself all the way inside you. Eddie stilled against you when he was fully inside. His hands grip your sides as he breathes heavily in and out behind you.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Steve says in a mocking tone. “Pussy too good?”

“Shut up,” Eddie says in a clipped tone. His body starts to move, his thrusts picking up quickly and deeply.

“Oooooooh, my god,” you moan out, gripping the bed desperately to keep yourself grounded as Eddie drills into you.

“Fuuuuuck, that feel good, sweetheart? Mmmmm you’re so fucking tight, shit.”

“Don’t wanna hear any lip from you when you knot her, too,” Steve pants, his voice sounding closer than it did before. You crane your neck to look over your shoulder and find that Steve is kissing along Eddie’s jaw, down his neck and onto his tattooed shoulders. Steve’s big hand interlaces with Eddie’s on your sides, gripping you enough to pull your ass back and bounce is against Eddie over and over again. Eddie stills his movements and lets Steve move your body instead, his cock twitching like crazy inside of you.

“Hmm, it’s kinda like your pussy toy that you love so much.” Eddie’s breath hitches at Steve’s words. “Except it’s better because it’s the real thing, huh?”

“Ye-yeah,” Eddie stutters. His brows are pinched and jaw slack as Steve continues to use your pussy to fuck his husband. You almost miss the subtle way Steve’s body moves behind Eddie, sure that he’s rubbing his still hard cock against Eddie’s backside as he watches his husbands dick move in and out of you.

Watching the intimate display between two lovers going on behind you while you’re body is compared to nothing but a toy sends a wave of heat through you. It only takes a few more Steve assisted thrusts before you’re coming undone on Eddie’s cock, soaking him with a mixture of yours and Steve’s cum.

“Jesus Christ!”

Eddie pushes against Steve’s grip, knocking them away to regain control. Eddie’s body shifts, and his cold rings sting against the hot skin of your shoulders as he grabs them, pulling you back until your body is steady. The momentum of his thrusts picks up tenfold as he begins to fuck you in a feral manner. Eddie’s grunting and hissing coupled with his lack of checking on your comfort puts you fully in a haze. Words fall from your lips with no thoughts behind them.

“Please cum. Please cum. Want your cum. Want your cum so bad.”

“Holy shit.”

All at once Steve lets out a long groan and Eddie’s thrusts suddenly become sloppy. His cum begins to fill you as he still moves shakily in and out of your abused pussy. The thrusts finally stop as Eddie falls forward and crushes you under his weight, his arms wrapping around you and holding you tightly as his knot expands within you.

“Mmmmmmmm.” He hums against your shoulder as he inhales your scent.

“Don’t kill her,” Steve jokes followed by the sound of a hand smacking skin. Eddie’s body jolts, his head turning to look back at Steve.

“I’m not killing her. Am I killing you?”

“Well…” It obvious that you’re struggling a bit to breathe under Eddie’s weight. A moment passes and al the sudden your being flipped, ack against Eddie’s chest and your legs spread as they drape over Eddie’s strong thighs.

Steve is at the end of the bed, his eyes locked on where you and Eddie are connected. His large hand stroked his cock, chest jolting with a particular roll of his fist over his cock.

“Like what you see, big boy?” Eddie chuckles next to your ear, his cheek rubbing against the side of your head. “I think this one’s spent for now. But if you need to get off, I’m still here.”

A smile tugs on Steve’s lips.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, shuffling towards the two of you until he’s between you once again. You watch in awe as Steve’s hand reaches out, his gentle touch landing on Eddie’s taught balls, rubbing them a few times before descending out of sight. Eddie gasps under you, letting in a sharp breath as Steve begins to work him open just out of sight. Curse the lack of movement that being knotted puts you in.

“If you can make her cum again, I bet it’ll be enough that I can fuck you without the lube.”

You clench around Eddie’s cock at Steve’s lewd words. Eddie barks out a laugh, “I have a feeling that won’t take much.” One hand snakes up your chest to begin fondling your breasts, while the other makes it’s way towards your sensitive clit. Eddie rocks his still hard cock inside you the best he can, his knot is so big it feels like there shouldn't be any room left inside you at all.

“Here, let me help,” Steve says, pushing Eddie’s hand to the side before he can get started on your bud. With a bit of shifting, Steve’s face was suddenly kissing the insides of your thighs, intermittently moving down to place a few pecks on Eddie’s as he worked his way inward. He inches closer and closer until he was dead center between you.

With heavy eyes, you watched his tongue start from the bottom of Eddie’s balls, gliding upward until his thick muscle finally met with your clit. It sent a wave of heat through you again, the arousal leaking from around Eddie’s knot. But it’s not enough.

Steve’s tongue masterfully flicks and swirls around your bud, occasionally taking it between his lips to suck on harshly. Both of Eddie’s hands twist and kneed at the flesh of your tits absentmindedly, his rocking becoming automatic as he watched Steve’s ministrations.

With all the touches and movements, it didn’t take long to get you back on the edge again with a heavy pressure building inside you. Your body began to shake as you were about to plummet over the edge, knuckles white as you gripped Eddie’s arms as if you’d float away if you let go.

The sudden twitch of Eddie’s cock inside you as he came again was the final push you need. There was a sudden release as the pressure inside you as your body tensed. Eddie’s knot wasn’t even enough to keep your slick inside. You could feel it pouring out and drenching Eddie under you.

“Atta girl,” Steve praises, his hands rubbing your still shaking legs until the went limp. “You did so, so good.”

“Fuck, yeah she did,” Eddie huffs, clearly exhausted himself.

“Hey, don’t tap out yet, Eds. I’m not done with you.” Steve rubs his cock on yours and Eddie’s skin, soaking himself with your slick until he was satisfied.

“Sorry, hun, I’ll try and be easy since you can’t move,” Steve says to you with a sincere look.

You think back to the noises that the two of them make at night when they’re alone together, always wondering f they were rough with each other. It makes sense, two alphas who naturally want to dominate their partner would probably be like a lion and a tiger fighting each other.

Your body suddenly shifts as Eddie’s back arches off the bed. You can feel Steve’s abdomen against you as he pushes himself fully inside of Eddie, filling him to the brim just the same as he is with you. Eddie’s whole body shudders and he cums for the third time inside you.

But Steve doesn’t give him much time to recover before he starts moving. His arms scoop under Eddie’s legs by the knees, bending the both of you slightly as he begins to piston into Eddie. Both of your bodies move with Steve’s thrusts, including Eddie’s cock as he’s inside of you. It almost feels as if Steve is fucking the both of you.

Eddie’s arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you as close to him as possible while you move in tandem with each other. Your so far gone that you barely even register the way his teeth graze against the skin of your neck. He lets out low growls against the skin that covers your scent gland, the pressure of his teeth teasing you as if taunting you with the possibility of him marking you.

Steve’s hand grazes against your cheek, the skin of his arm running against the round of your cheek. It happened so quickly. Your eyes shot open to find Steve leaning forward, a bewildered look on his face that bordered rage. He wasn’t looking at you, though, rather just past you at Eddie. Turning your head slowly, you see that Steve’s hand is completely covering Eddie’s mouth, his eyes wide with realization.

There was a long, silent, unmoving pause. The entire mood shifted in a second, the air thick with tension that made you afraid to even blink. You could feel Eddie’s chest rise and fall under you, your skin sticky from the sweat that had accumulated between the two of you. All you wanted was to crawl away and get in the shower, the very full feeling of being full of 4 or 5 loads of alpha cum was beginning to feel heavy inside of you.

Slowly, Steve removes his hand from Eddie’s mouth, the two of them looking at each other for a moment before Steve clears his throat.

“Sorry,” he says with a forced smile. “That was, um, a little to close for comfort for me. Didn’t mean to kill the mood.”

Eddie didn’t say anything.

The gradual shrinking of his knot made it to where you could slip yourself off of him. Without a word, you rolled off of him and ran into their closet on shaky legs.

As soon as the door closed, you collapsed into the nest you had made and began to feel a wave of anxiety come over you. There’s muffled words being exchanged on the other side of the door, voiced raised just enough that you could tell it was an argument, but it didn’t seem to escalate much beyond that.

This isn’t how you expected any of this to go. In the lucid state you were in you tried to remember all the terms that were discussed when it came to actually having sex. One at a time. Only enough interaction to get the job done. Minimal small talk. Knotting is okay considering the higher catch rate.

But there was definitely not to be any bonding.

The whole thing was meant to be as sterile and clinical and professional as sex between two people could be. Even if they were both hot, there was no way you were going to come between them. You weren’t going to be the other woman.

A soft nudge on your shoulder woke you up from your sleep. The mixed smells overwhelmed you once again, the floaty feeling in your mind returning as your heat took over.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve’s voice was gentle and laced with concern. His thumb rubbed circles into your skin as you roused more, turning slightly to look up at him. He was shirtless, only in a pair of gray boxers that you’re pretty sure he stole from your nest before you woke up in hopes that you wouldn’t notice.

“Mmhmm, just really tired,” you say, punctuating your statement with a yawn. Steve chuckled and knelled down next to you, his hand maintaining contact with your arm.

“I’m sorry, hun. We, uh…we went a little overboard with you, so I’m sure you’re exhausted.” You nod your head at his words, only able to keep one eye open on him as he talked. “Is it—Can—Can I—Can we help you get in the shower?” Steve stuttered as if he was asking you if you would scold him. Little did he know that the thought of hot water hitting your skin sounded amazing after all your body had been through.

“Yes, please,” you said breathlessly, arms stretching out towards him. Even in the low light you could see the tension leaving his body. Strong arms scoop you up and lead you into the bathroom. The light was low, water already running in the walk in shower as Eddie stood next to it, his hand inside of the curtain presumably checking the temperature.

“Hey,” he said once he noticed the two of you enter, his voice was stilted. He had an unreadable look on his face, his eyes looking anywhere but at you at Steve. “The water’s ready. You guys should be good to go…”

“You’re not taking a shower?” You ask, head tilting to the side.

Eddie looks at you, his eyebrows disappearing into his disheveled bangs as if he were surprised you were even talking to him. He looked up at Steve, mouth opening and closing as if lost for words.

“Do you—are you okay with him…also being in the shower?”

You look up at Steve, confused at the question.

“I don’t mind.” Your mind immediately goes back to your thoughts from earlier. You weren’t going to be the other woman.

“Unless you mind. Actually, maybe I should just take a shower by myself.” You push against Steve’s body until he lowered you down onto your feet. You miss the way Steve and Eddie look at each other as you enter the shower without them.

You awoke the next day burning up.

After haphazardly moving your nest into your room while you showered, you spent a good hour rearranging the different articles of Steve and Eddie’s belongings on your bed before finally falling asleep.

Looking over at the clock on your nightstand, you were shocked to see that you’d slept for 16 hours. It wasn’t uncommon for you to sleep for 10 or 12 hours during a heat, but 16 was a new record for you.

And your body was paying the price for it. The ache between your legs throbbed as your heat was reaching its day two peak. All you could think about was Eddie and Steve coming in to relieve you of the pain as you pulled their shirts over your face. Inhaling their scent, you let out a load moan that turned into a cry as the pain radiated down your legs.

There was a knock on your bedroom door. You knew it was Eddie before his knuckles even hit the wood, his scent becoming extremely noticeable to you in the house. Steve must not be home, the lack of the mix of there scents making Eddie stand out much more in his absence.

“Come in,” your voice was strained and slightly muffled by the shirt over your face. The door creaked open, but Eddie didn’t say anything. His silence prompted you to uncover your face. Eddie stood in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights. He was so close, yet far enough way that it frustrated you.

“What are you doing?” You sounded petulant, and if you were in the right state of mind you may even be embarrassed for using such a tone. But you were in so much pain, and the solution to your problem was dangling itself in front of you just out of reach.

“I, uh, I heard you cry out and I just…” His mouth closed as he swallowed, his lips smacking as if his throat had gone dry. You sat up slowly in the bed and Eddie’s eyes followed your every movement.

“S-Steve had to go in to work today,” he suddenly blurted out, his blown out pupils meeting yours. “I was able to take the week off to, uh, to—to.”

“To fuck me?” The words came from a place of impatience and irritation. Eddie sucked in a sharp breath at your bluntness, giving a sharp nod.

“But, I’m not supposed to until Steve gets home.” His head turns to the side, eyes suddenly very interested in a painting on the wall.

“What? Why? I thought…The contract…”

“It’s because of, well, what happened last night. Steve wants us all to, uh, talk before we go any further.”

Tears begin to form on your lash line. The rational version of you would understand, but the only thing you were concerned about was getting the relief you desperately needed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Eddie’s hands cupped your face, his rough thumbs wiping away the tears that started to fall down your cheeks. “He’ll be home soon though. He said he wasn’t going to stay out a minute longer than he had to—”

The sound of the front door suddenly opening had you sobbing with relief. It slammed shut, Steve’s rushed footsteps echoed up the stairs and down the hall until he appeared in the doorway. His hair was every which way and he was panting after sprinting to get to you.

“I didn’t do anything,” Eddie said, backing away from you, and you could feel the loss of his touch in your soul.

“I know,” Steve said as he rushed to take Eddie’s spot in front of you. “Hey whats wrong?”

You sniffled, looking up at him through your watery lashes. “Hurts, Steve. Please…” You reach out a hand for him and he hesitates. He grabs you by the wrist and pushes your hand back before you can reach him.

“Okay, I understand, sweet girl.” He nods, looking at Eddie briefly before looking you in the eyes. “But we need to talk first. Okay?”

You whine out, rubbing the tears from your eyes with your free hand.

“It’ll be quick, I promise.” Steve takes a deep breath in. The grip on his hand loosens as he takes your hand in his.

“We…we want to make sure that you’re still okay. After last night, everything happened so quickly and things got carried away…We just don’t want to make you feel like that’s how it has to be.”

You blink up at him, trying to process all the words being spoken to you while pushing down the pain.

“Because of the contract?” You ask, hoping that you’re asking the right question.

“Yes, exactly. We strayed quite a bit from the guidelines we set and we want to make sure you’re still okay with going forward.”

“Steve.”

The seriousness in your tone has Steve tensing, his body as still as a statue.

“I know what I signed up for. If I don’t like something I promise I will tell you. But, until one of you knocks me up, you could fuck me on an overpass and I would not care. When I said free game, I meant it.”

Almost as soon as you said it, the room became heavy with Eddie’s scent. The weight has you collapsing on the bed, arousal pouring from you as your body preps itself. Steve looks over to Eddie, whose mask finally drops to reveal the feral intentions he was repressing.

“Eddie—”

“Steve, I’ve been going crazy sitting in this house all day waiting for you to come home just to hear that I could have been in here taking care of her while she cried out for hours.”

Steve turns to face Eddie fully, gritting his teeth.

“You’re the whole reason I wanted to wait! If you were able to have better control of yourself, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Me? If I remember correctly, you’re the one who said he wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself if we brought an omega into this relationship.”

“I wasn’t sure if I would, but clearly you’re the one who has no self restraint. Trying to bond with her the first time you fuck her isn’t really a good look, Eddie!”

“I said I was sorry! I didn’t—Woah!”

While the two of them argued, you’d managed to slip off the bed and crawl over to where Eddie stood. The bulge in his jeans was too enticing to continue ignoring. You could tell Eddie would be easier to make fold if you made the first move.

You rub your face against the material in his jeans, mouthing at him until he got the message. Forgetting his argument with Steve, Eddie quietly made quick work of his belt, hastily undoing the button and zipper as well. Your hands took over, pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift motion. You were so close to him that his cock hit your nose as it popped out of the confines of his clothes, eliciting a chuckle from Eddie.

But you didn’t wait to hear what ever cleaver comment he had planned to say. Immediately you wrapped your lips around the leaking tip, wasting no time trying to take him as deep down your throat as you were able to manage. The sounds coming from above you sent little shivers down your spine.

“Okay, okay—” Eddie pulls himself from your mouth. There was pained look on his face as he pinched the head between his finger and thumb.

“Sorry, was gonna bust too quick. And as good as you are at sucking dick, we don’t want anything to go to waste right?” You blink up at him, nodding dumbly as you lacked the words to respond to him. His hand came to rest against your cheek and you leaned into it, eyes fluttering shut at his touch.

“Awe, is the little omega too far gone already? Need me to take all that pain away?” You nodded against his hand, almost falling over when he pulled it away. Before you could protest, you felt yourself being lifted once again, body landing with a plop on top of the bed.

When you looked up, you saw Eddie kicking his pants and boxers to the side, eyes on where you lay waiting for him. For a brief moment, you notice that Steve isn’t in the room anymore. A little voice in the back of your mind tries to break through your fog, but it quiets as Eddie leans over you with his imposing frame.

Eddie swings his legs over yours until he had you straddling him. Leaning in close, his mouth hovers just next to your ear. “I promised Stevie that I wouldn’t fuck you from behind anymore. Don’t need the unnecessary temptation. Hope that’s okay.”

“O-okay.” It comes out as a whisper, only audible to Eddie with how close he was to you. The heat coming off of him only raised your body temperature more as he caged you under him.

Suddenly, his hand lands on your hip. His hand slides down your side and over your hip, only stopping once his hand is fully cupping over your center. Two of his thick fingers tease your hole for a moment before he sinks them in. The welcomed intrusion has you gasping out in relief, even more so when his rough thumb toys with your clit. Your arm wraps around him and hold on for dear life as he picks up the pace, his fingers reaching deep inside you as he works you open.

Just as you feel yourself hurtling towards your climax, Eddie abruptly pulls his fingers from your pussy, much to your dismay. You look up at him in disbelief and watch as he coats his cock in your juices before pushing it inside of you. He looks at you once he’s in, an apologetic look on his face.

“Sorry,” he says as he pushes himself in to the hilt, “Wanted to feel you cum on my cock.”

And you did. With only a few sloppy pumps as he got his rhythm going you were spasming around him, legs shaking as he continued to fuck you through it.

The bed creaks as his hips rock into you. Skin against skin, sweat dripping from his face down onto yours from your combined body heat filling the room. Eddie’s very vocal when he fucks, whether its grunts or groans or him reminding you how good you feel around him every time you cum.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fill this omega pussy up,” he pants, his sloppy movements signaling to you that he’s reaching his end. “Feels so fucking good. Didn’t know what I’ve been missing all these years.”

His words ring in your ears, but you’re too fucked out to dissect them now. Instead, you lock them in your mind to explore at a later time.

“Hah, shit!”

Eddie grits his teeth, hips stilling as his fills you once again with his cum. Any remaining ache immediately dissipates once you feel his hot seed inside you, satiating your need for the time being.

There’s a twitch at the base of Eddie’s cock and you brace yourself for his knot. But Eddie pulls out before he can fully knot you, his chest heaving as he sits back on his haunches. Instead, he grabs your legs and lifts you up until your butt rests against his legs, elevating your lower half.

“This is supposed to help I guess,” he huffs out, his hands still holding your legs by the ankles, his knotted cock twitching against your ass.

“Why…why did you—?”

“Not knot you?” You nod.

“No knotting if the other alpha is waiting their turn. It’s in the contract, remember?”

“Oh yeah…”

Eddie calls out for Steve, waiting for few moments for him to respond. When he got nothing, he called for Steve again. Still nothing.

With a huff, Eddie moved around the contents of your nest until you were elevated without his assistance. He hopped off of the bed and grabbing his boxers, sliding them on over his still hard cock.

“I’m gonna go find him. Just try and stay like that for the ten minutes.”

You waited patiently for the ten minutes, expecting Steve to come in and take his turn with you. But, he didn’t show. You waited another ten minutes just for good measure, but the need to pee took over and you had no choice but to move.

As you opened the bedroom door, you were met with Eddie once again, his fist raised as if he was about to knock.

“Oh, hi,” he said awkwardly. “Sorry that you had to wait.”

“It’s okay. I just have to pee and then I’ll be ready for Steve.”

“Oh, um, Steve’s…not in the mood. So, you’re good to shower or sleep—actually, you haven’t even eaten today. I’ll go make you something to eat real quick.”

Eddie doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s bounding down the stairs, leaving you in the doorway with your mouth hung open.

Five grueling days later, you wake up feeling…sore. Not in the same way as your heat made you feel sore, but rather in the exact way that you think you would feel after being fucked multiple times a day for 5 days straight.

Waddling as you move, you pile all of the clothes that you’d stolen from the two men during your heat onto the center of your bed. Stripping the pillow cases and bed sheets, you drag everything down the stairs to start a load of laundry while.

The house was quiet as you moved around it. A note left for you on the counter from Steve and Eddie said that the both of them went into work today to catch up on what they might have missed during the week.

Yesterday you wanted to spend alone time in your nest, so you knew that it was your last day of your heat. You’d let the boys know that you’d likely not be cycling anymore so that you all could go back to your normal routine the next day.

Which is exactly how it felt.

You spent the day cleaning, doing laundry, prepping dinner for when Eddie and Steve would come home. Your went through the motions that you had gotten used to in the first two weeks of you being here.

But, you also had time to spend the whole day analyzing everything that had happened during the last week.

Thinking back, there wasn’t anything that came to mind that you could complain about on your end. You’d rationalized everything that happened in that first night; Eddie and Steve had both been a little tipsy. You didn’t notice the alcohol on their breath with the overwhelming smells of their pheromones all around you. But when you recalled the memory with a clear mind, you could definitely smell it on them any time they got close enough to your face.

Sure, the things that happened were off from what the terms of your contract outlined, but most of those terms were made with you in mind. And you didn’t really mind what had happened at all…

But, Steve clearly wasn’t happy. He still had sex with you during your heat, but it was more like how you had expected it to go in the beginning. It felt as clinical as sex could be. You were thankful that he had to cum inside of you, or else you might not have gotten the relief of the ache without it. He also left once he was done, usually sending Eddie in not long after to check on your.

Sex with Steve felt like you were being used, but you couldn’t fault him for it.

Sex with Eddie was different.

With Eddie’s talkative nature and inability to filter his thoughts when he was inside of you, you’ve come to the understanding that you might be the first omega that Eddie’s ever been with. You also think that Steve had been around the block a few times before getting with Eddie.

“Now I see what Steve’s talking about.”

“I get why Steve was worried about bringing an omega around.”

“Can’t believe Steve could ever give this up.”

And other things along those lines paint a picture of the relationship dynamic that these two might have when you’re not involved.

Steve was hesitant from the get go because he knew what he was missing as an alpha being in a relationship with a non-omega. Eddie’s either never been with an omega, or he’s never been with anyone other than Steve.

After coming to these conclusions, your mind couldn’t help but think about them over and over. Was Steve’s reluctance to open up to you because he felt bad about your first time together, or was he putting up a barrier between you to keep any potential feelings at bay?

Eddie certainly didn’t seem to mind. There must have been a discussion between the two of them about making things even when it came to having sex with you. Because Eddie was always eager to jump you, his enthusiasm clear every time you were together. But, it was always either preceded or followed by a less enthused Steve.

As the hours ticked by, the more nervous you began to feel for the arrival of the men of the house. You didn’t want things to be different after everything that had happened. It’s not like any of this was spontaneous. Having sex with each other was the whole point, but you couldn’t get over the feeling that things weren’t going to be okay anymore.

It was a little after 5:30 when the front door opened for the first time. You didn’t hear it over the radio playing and the loud sizzling of the oil as you seared the steaks for dinner. Your singing along with Madona’s Like a Prayer turned into a loud shriek when you turned and saw Eddie leaning against the counter with an amused look on his face. Your hand flies to your chest as you collect yourself and Eddie almost keels over from laughter at your fright.

“Eddie, you asshole! You can’t scare me like that!” You hit him lightly on the arm with your hand towel.

“I didn’t do it on purpose! I was just enjoying the free concert that I didn’t know was going on in my kitchen.”

“Oh, please,” you say over your shoulder as you return to the steaks. “I didn’t take you as a Madonna guy.”

“I’m not. Only listen to her to appease Steve.” Eddie moves to lean against the counter next to you. You can feel his eyes on you as you flip the steaks around, checking on the twice baked mashed potatoes in the oven, reading over the instructions for the Stove Top.

“If you’re going to hover around me, then you can make yourself useful. Here,” you walk to the pantry and pull out a box of brownie mix, “Why don’t you make sure we have everything we need to make these?”

“We do,” Eddie says, taking the box from you with a smirk. “Everything…except the ingredient that makes them fun.”

It takes a moment for it to click. He laughs at you again as your eyes roll.

“Sounds like a good time in here!”

Steve peers into the kitchen as he pulls his coat off, placing it on the back of one of the island chairs.

Steve’s presence suddenly makes you acutely aware of how close Eddie is standing to you currently.

“Hey there, handsome,” Eddie cooes as Steve makes his way over to him. Steve leans and kisses Eddie on the lips. It’s a purely innocent kiss between to lovers, but your brain immediately flashes to the other night. The way they kissed each other with so much passion, completely dismissing you in their own pursuit of pleasure.

“Hi, babe,” Steve says between a few more pecks. When he pulls away from Eddie’s lips, he sniffs the air around him dramatically before looking at you.

“Damn, it smells amazing in here. Are you cooking steaks?”

Steve talking to you like he had before alleviated at least 85% of your anxiety over the last week. You nod, smiling up at him proudly.

“Yep, picked them up on sale last time we went to the store. Everything is almost done, too. So I hope you boys worked up an appetite today.”

Dinner went without a hitch, the conversation flowing normally between the three of you. You expected there to not be any mention of the past week, but small things in passing were brought up without any hidden malice or passive aggression. Eddie even mentioned that his coworkers were ragging on him for taking his first week off in years just to get laid.

After dinner, Eddie insisted on helping you make the brownies while Steve showered. Everything seemed normal as you read off the instructions. Eddie ran around the kitchen to grab you everything you needed.

“...and I’ll need a big bowl to mix everything in.” You were standing against the stove, back to Eddie as you set the oven to preheat. The box was still in your hand as you read it over one more time, not paying much attention to anything else as your head bounced to the low hum of a metal tape Eddie had put on.

Suddenly, you were being squished against the stove. Eddie’s arm reached out above you, his whole body pressing into yours as he opened the cabinet and pulled out a large mixing bowl. And as if it wasn’t weird enough, he stayed pressed against you as he placed it in front of you. You didn’t know how long he would have stayed like that, only backing away after Steve’s footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs.

Eddie didn’t touch you like that for the rest of the night, and you didn’t bring it up. And as you laid in bed that night, you couldn’t decipher what exactly had happened. It already felt like how he pushed his body against you was wrong, but you could swear that you felt him…hard against your backside.

Not wanting to dwell on it, you chalked it up to lingering hormones. It might take a couple days for Eddie to adjust back after sleeping together for the last 6 days. You pushed it into the back of your mind and ignored it until you dozed off for the night.

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