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broodybuck · 4 months

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Title: Milk Bar

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, omega verse, milking, college AU, alpha Steve, omega Bucky

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The Milk Bar had a simple purpose, to milk. It was established in most omega schools by the late 1900s when they discovered that omegas will chafe from too much masturbation while in heat. They found they were too desperate to use their slick properly and ergo the no masturbation rule for omegas came into play.

In the beginning, there was some retaliation to the rule and the construction of the Milk Bar but after a short time, omegas fell privy to the convenience and enjoyment of it.

Over time, the Milk Bar has become fully customizable. Each omega fills out exactly how they want to be milked whether that be by a machine, toy, a professor's hand, or a professor's cock. The bar assures full anonymity for both sides and the bar is open 24 hours.

When Bucky first got to university, he hated the idea. He even rebelled when he got his first heat at school and secretly got himself off during the nights. But the chafing was worse than ever since he was so rushed to get through it in the limited hours under his bedsheets.

Eventually, he stubbornly tried the bar and ordered a toy. And yeah, it was nice. Alone in a soundproof room with a slicked up toy that got him off so well he couldn't resist coming back.

The more he went back, the more he wanted. He couldn't help himself, every sign of a boner and Bucky was rerouting to the bar after class, before bed, during lunch. Basically, all the time.

Finally, the day came when Bucky swallowed his pride and ordered a professor's hand. Bucky wasn't sure what to expect and he walked into the room hesitantly.

Ends up, this service is similar to a glory hole except it's more like five-star establishment glory hole. The hole is built into a velvet patterned wall with a spongey rim. There's a plush cushion set on the floor so that kneeling will be more comfortable.

Bucky settles onto the cushion. He unzips his fly slowly, gulps down a lump of nerves and then pushes his hard cock through the soft hole. Already, the spongey texture hugs the base nicely. He has the urge to slide his cock back out then in again and get himself off on that alone but he doesn't have the chance when a warm hand wraps around him.

The movement is careful at first. Slow, calculated. He feels fingertips graze over the head of his cock and he shudders. Maybe he was missing out, he thinks. Using toys all this time doesn't quite compare to a human touch.

The hand grips him firmly and strokes down his entire length. Bucky coughs out an uneven moan. The unknown, the anticipation of what the man — or hand — will do to him is making Bucky's gut coil with excitement. Yeah, this might be a whole lot better.

"You must've been waiting for this," a voice speaks from the other side of the wall.

Bucky tenses, he wasn't expecting the person to talk. Is that part of the service, he wonders. There were no specifics in the order form.

"Poor head is all red and swollen. You're leaking, honey. Oh, you need this bad," the voice goes on.

Bucky shivers. Damn, the voice is nice. It's low and deep, definitely a man. And the way the man's talking to him is making his skin burn in all the right ways. He wouldn't be opposed to more dirty talk. So he answers.

"Been holding out all class," he replies and he's embarrassed by the crack in his voice. He's still nervous, he's never done this.

"Awe, poor thing," the voice coos and strokes him tightly.

The grip stays firm and makes sure to pull all the way from the base to the very tip. It's not until the palm circles his head, his thumb pressing into the slit that Bucky moans wanting and loud.

He bites down on his lip, feeling his face flush even though the other man can't see him — won't even know who he is. Still, he's embarrassed. But the man on the other side hums contently.

"That's it, honey. Let it happen. I know how much you need this."

Bucky whines at that, god it's really doing something for him. No more toys ever, he thinks right before his brain goes blank because the man starts stroking him rough and fast, focusing mostly on the head before another hand squeezes through the hole to cup his balls.

Bucky pushes forward on instinct trying to fit his balls through the hole, trying to give as much of himself as he can to this stranger who's helping him so well.

It's perfect then, the man plays with his balls and strokes his cock with a fervor Bucky can't usually maintain himself. And then there's something wet on the head — oh fuck, a tongue. Bucky has no idea if this is included in "Professor's hand" he's pretty sure it's fucking not but he doesn't give a single fuck.

Bucky's hipbones thump against the wall as he thrusts forward, desperate for more. He wants the man to put his whole mouth around him, swallow him down. He keeps pushing against the wall in a sad attempt to get it.

"Oh please," he hears himself plead. "Oh god."

He never gets more than the tongue teasing the tip but everything the professor is doing is more than enough to send him straight over the edge. And Bucky howls. Honestly, he swears he's way too loud but his orgasm bursts out of him so unexpectedly he can't help what broken sound escapes him.

His forehead drops against the velvet. He pants roughly as he feels the hands release him and fall away. He pouts, truly pouts, because he wants those hands back, that tongue back — that voice.

Don't go, he wants to say but it's their job to leave. This is it, this is all he ordered.

He's not sure if the man is still there by the time Bucky finally picks himself up and rezips his fly. But he still says it out loud just in case.

"I'm coming back after my class... at 7."

He walks out on shaky limbs.

And it's crazy, there's no reason to hope the same man will be there. He'll never know who it is and all he did was talk a little sultry to him. Maybe they all do that... guess he'll find out, Bucky supposes.

~~~

He's back sliding his cock through the hole more eagerly this time. A hand wraps around him. Bucky closes his eyes.

"You're just as hard as last time, honey," the voice says.

"It's you," Bucky lights up, eyes open wide again.

"Of course, figured your message earlier was a request for me. I hope so, at least."

"Yes."

"Good," the voice hums, making his fist stroke with his fist. "Been thinking about this sweet cock for hours."

Bucky shivers, smiling now, and pressing as much as he can against the wall.

"Please, it's so good," Bucky mumbles.

The man fists him in tight strokes, slowly at first, before picking up the pace. He reaches for the balls. Bucky thrusts forward. This time the man pulls them forward so they're pressed tightly under his cock, squished to the rim of the hole. The professor teases his balls gently as his other hand plays with the leaking slit.

Bucky moans brokenly. His hips hump the wall in short spurts letting the spongey rim stroke the base of his cock as the man on the other side services the rest.

The tongue is introduced a few minutes later and Bucky whines breathlessly when he feels the first lick against his tip.

"Please, please," Bucky mews.

The tongue pauses momentarily before a pair of lips engulfs the head of his cock. Bucky sucks in a breath of anticipation. The heat of the mouth stays fixated around just the head but it's enough. Bucky comes in pulses, immediately, right into the man's mouth.

Then a cold air hits him brutally as everything falls away again.

It's no surprise Bucky keeps telling the man exactly when he'll return. It happens three more times before the man changes.

Bucky's so disappointed when he feels a different hand wrap around him. When the new person doesn't speak a word to him, it takes Bucky double the time to get off. And at one point, he hears a huff of annoyance on the other side of the wall when it takes that long.

Bucky's scared to go back now. It was so different with someone else and there's no guarantee he'll get the man with the pleasant voice. So Bucky goes back to the toys but he's missing the mystery man like a song he's desperate to play on repeat.

~~~

One day after class, Bucky walks out half hard. It's frustrating at this point to think about going to the bar for a mere plastic toy. It doesn't feel enough anymore.

He stands in front of the door to the Milk Bar contemplating his order. He doesn't want an irritable, silent hand again. He'd take any toy over that. But is the small chance worth it to order a Professor's hand again in hopes it'll be him.

Eventually, Bucky realizes he's got to go in. He's starting throbbing in his jeans. He tugs on himself discreetly before stepping up to grab the handle of the door when it swings open.

The door hits him in the shoulder and he tumbles backward falling onto the ground.

"Shit, I'm so sorry."

Bucky stiffens, he can't move even as a hand grabs his elbow and tries to help him up.

"I'm sorry about that," the voice says again.

Bucky looks up, eyes wide with disbelief, and stares into the face of an attractive older man. Eyes blue as the ocean, blonde hair with waves to match, and a voice he recognizes far too well.

Bucky's speechless and it worries the man. He helps Bucky to his feet and steps back with a frown.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?"

Bucky shakes his head, his skin starts to tingle with every familiar note he gets.

"I'm... Bucky," he says and puts his hands out.

"Oh, I'm Steve or well, Professor Rogers. I don't think I've had you in class before," he replies, shaking Bucky's hand.

And Bucky feels the memorable warmth and smoothness of the palm in his. He holds on tightly, not letting the man's hand go. Steve's brows knit together in confusion.

"No, you haven't," Bucky answers. "But I think we've met."

Steve still looks lost, he glances down at their hands, then shakes his head with more confusion.

Bucky motions to the bar behind them and Steve's eyes go wide.

"Oh, no. That's completely anonymous," Steve objects.

"I told you when I'd be back but you weren't there."

Steve's mouth parts. "That was you?"

"It wasn't the same," Bucky frowns, finally letting Steve's hand go.

"What do you mean?"

"No one does it like you," Bucky's voice cracks but he doesn't care this time. He's finally found the man behind the wall and he can't let him go now.

Steve's face morphs into something else, his eyes darken.

"Well, no one's ever answered me before."

Bucky smiles, he can't help it from spreading across his face.

"Please, could we..."

"The bar has to be anonymous, you can't request me."

Bucky sighs.

"But now that we've met outside the bar..." Steve points out, "we could go somewhere else."

~~~

They stumble into Steve's place. He switches the lights on, kicks the door shut and leads Bucky to his bedroom kissing him all the while.

He crawls over Bucky on the bed, kisses him everywhere. This is what the bar is missing, Bucky thinks. Kissing. Bucky loves it, he squirms in delight kissing the man back as best he can.

"Want more," Bucky breathes.

"Mhm?"

"More than your hand. Want your cock, Steve."

"Fuck," Steve growls and latches his mouth onto Bucky's neck before he kisses down to his collar.

He lifts Bucky's shirt up kissing the skin revealed underneath. He licks over a nipple and Bucky shudders. He moans when Steve's lips suck down. He grabs Steve's hair, moaning in his ear as Steve moves to the next nipple.

"You're sensitive," Steve hums happily.

He kisses down Bucky's ribcage and Bucky sucks in sharp breaths feeling a fiery heat spread over him.

Steve sits up, his hands collecting at the fly of Bucky's pants. He runs a hand over the bulge there.

"You need it as bad as last time?" Steve teases.

"Worse," Bucky huffs, his hips bucking into the air.

Steve chuckles darkly pushing his waist back down.

"Well, I better see for myself," Steve says and undoes the fly, slipping his hand inside to pull Bucky out.

Bucky's aching in his hand. He bites back a whine as Steve holds him. It feels as perfect as he remembers.

"More Steve," Bucky whines again trying to push up into his hand but Steve won't budge.

"I know, honey. You want me to fuck you. And I intend to."

Bucky shivers with his words. It makes Steve smile and he leans down to kiss the head of the cock. He sticks his tongue out and laps gently over the tip. Bucky breathes out shakily.

"I wasn't supposed to do this at the bar," Steve says in between short licks. "But I couldn't resist. Once I saw this pretty cock."

Bucky moans in response.

"I needed it. You knew," Bucky whimpers.

Steve lets out a satisfied growl at that and rewards Bucky by sucking the head into his mouth. He lets his lips slide further down this time, eyes trained on Bucky as he taunts him with more and more of his hot mouth.

"Yes, please."

Steve smiles around him and finally, swallows him down to the base. Bucky moans out a long and loud. He tries to savor the feeling but then Steve lifts up much too soon.

"It killed me when you begged me," Steve pants over him. He kisses him hard and then grabs his cock, stroking him steadily in between them. "God, Bucky you're the only one I had to touch myself with at the bar."

Bucky whines desperately, fuck, it's the hottest picture Steve could've ever put in his head.

His hips lift again as Steve's fist moves up and down him.

"More, Steve. Please, please."

"I know, honey," Steve coos and lets go of his cock.

He slides Bucky's pants and underwear off, brings three fingers to his mouth and slurps on them vigorously. He wets Bucky's rim, licks his fingers again, and sticks the first one inside.

Bucky's body instantly reacts. Slick drips out of him, coating Steve's hand and his thighs.

"Fuck, honey. Look how bad you need it."

Bucky nods, pushing his hips forward, and biting his lip.

"Tell me, 'mega, what do you need?" Steve asks.

"Your cock, alpha," Bucky mewls.

Steve growls with a smile and whips his hand back. He tears open his pants and pulls his cock out. Bucky drools at the sheer size of him. Then sucks it all back in when Steve shoves it inside him in one hard thrust. He cries out, slick pours out of him. Steve captures his mouth in a filthy kiss.

"We can't do this at the bar," Steve croons as his hips jolt into a cruel and fast pace. "Can't watch your face, can't see what my cock is doing to you."

Bucky whines, hugging Steve tight as his cock rubs over his prostate repeatedly.

"Yeah, I know sweet thing. I know how bad it is. I'm gonna help you, just take it," Steve coaxes.

More slick gushes out of Bucky. Another kiss invades his mouth. Steve's tongue invites himself in and then Steve starts ramping up the pace. Pounding his cock into him like it's his job.

Bucky's eyes roll back, he's already too close.

"That's it, honey. You need this," Steve husks and grabs his cock to pry the come out of him.

It works, much too immediately, and Bucky starts shaking as he comes.

Steve sits back to admire his work. Bucky's come spread over his stomach. Steve smiles right before he pulls back and then slams into him again. Then he fucks him that hard until he comes and Bucky's nutting all over again.

They catch their breath together. Bucky can already feel how sticky he is with the mess of slick and come between his thighs but he doesn't care. He kisses Steve's shoulder until the man picks his head up and kisses him on the lips.

"Feel better?" Steve asks.

Bucky nods breathlessly. Steve pulls out and easily scoops Bucky into his arms, flipping them around so Bucky's curled into his chest as Steve rests against the headboard.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Steve says kissing Bucky's forehead.

"For what?"

"For letting me see you."

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 3 days

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Mixing Bad Decisions

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, blood, cursing, insults, threats, guns, gun violence, mob bossery, panic, mf being her frustrating self, Collette being a badass, Tom being amazing, alpha posturing, past abuse/trauma, terrible puns, naughty reminiscing, improper wound cleaning, bickering, Dom fighting his urges, Dom failing, hints of murder, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: mature (edge of explicit)

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Dom's chest felt tight the moment they walked into the building. He didn't like being underground on the best day and while his morning might have started lovely, it went downhill fast. He kept trying to be understanding but it was difficult not to feel emotional whiplash. The second they stepped through the door his mate's shoulders squared, he stood up straighter, fixed his sunglasses close over his eyes, and squeezed his hand before letting go. The faux-Alpha walked ahead of him and his stomach felt ill. It seemed like a precursor to worse. He trailed behind like the lost puppy he was and was thankful when Collette stepped closer. She curled her arm in his again and gave him a sad smile.

“It'll take him time to realize the family he and my mate created would love him anyway. I'll never understand how he can know we save omegas but think his boys will look down on him for being one. Like I can't kick all their asses at once.” What started sad ended with Dom laughing at her words but he tried to take it in and understand his lover. Colson was under a lot of stress and he could be a good partner in crime. He just couldn't help but worry seeing the man he loved acting like all the shite he hated would mess something up. He was trying, but he was still only human. Supposedly.

“At least you get a good view?” Tom offered from deep in his borrowed hoodie on his other side. The omega was obviously nervous but still trying to help Dom settle and he'd never understand what he did to deserve his brother. The Alpha had to agree though, with Kells walking ahead of him he certainly enjoyed the sight.

Once inside the office the killer felt even worse, the table- while a welcome reminder of the day they made their baby- was also surrounded by other people he didn't really know. He knew of them all, he'd been following his omega for over a month and researching with Tom in his free time, but he didn't know them and they obviously had no clue who he or his best friend was.

“Hey! Dead man walking. Figured you were six feet under somewhere after that entrance!” One of them- Mod, was the first to shake himself free of the obvious confusion. He seemed nice enough, and a beta which was always a point in the boy's book.

Collette gave his arm a pat as she pulled away and took a seat on Col’s right, but thankfully since her son wasn't making a move to explain, she did. “Boys, and Megan-” Her voice went hard over the name and Dom fought himself not to glare. She promised she had a plan and he wouldn't interfere. Yet. “This is Dom and Tom, they're working with us now. Tom dear, Mod is our tech man here so get acquainted. Dom, you know where you go.”

He really really didn't but from behind the purple shades his mate thankfully flicked his gaze to the chair on his left. He desperately just wanted to get comfortable and move on, he hated being perceived and feeling like a kid on their first day of school was his own personal hell. As he moved to step around the table the other natural Alpha in the room finished making her espresso and slithered into the chair he was heading for. His fists clenched at his sides as she looked up at him with fake innocence, she couldn't even hold it long before she smirked. “I always sit here. You can sit next to… Tim was it?” When Dom’s hand shifted to his hip where he kept his bag Colson cleared his throat.

Their eyes met and the boy forced himself to swallow his pride. He thought for a moment about making a point and sitting directly in the wanker boss’s lap but he didn't want to fight so soon. After a long moment of Collette glaring at her son and the Alpha bitch she finally vacated hers for the next seat down and patted it in an offer. He wanted to run but instead he followed her direction and hoped he could be the right hand his lover needed. He could be out taking care of his urges instead of feeling shat on but no, this would be his life. He wanted to be good for his family. He'd failed so miserably at it before but with Cols it was different. He was a father now. He couldn't be as bad an example as his own.

As the leader stood up and leaned over the table Dom had to push down his memory but when his sight caught on the gun under his man's arm he felt his eye actually twitch. He didn't just hate the things, he hated that the barrel was so close to his whelp. Fuck.

Colson noticed the deep breath his Alpha took but he ignored it and tried to keep his mask of arrogance and machismo in place. It was harder having the psycho in the room where they first fucked but he had to do it. Too much depended on him… didn't it? “Like mom said and as you fucks can obviously see, we have some new people in the house. I'm not gonna call anyone by name- Megan- but I'm starting to think I can't trust any of you. I thought we might need a little new and maybe even… young blood in the family.” He couldn't help the toothy smirk of pride at his joke as he sat back down and even though Dom simply arched a brow, the other omega snorted. He counted it as a win, he needed Tom to like him.

“You've got to be kidding Daddy, we don't even know them! For all you know they could be… I don't know, baby eaters or psycho killers or something!” When Megan had to add her two cents it set off alarm bells in Dom's hindbrain. Did she know? Had she been the one who hired him? Maybe she thought she could take his lover's place. He didn't say anything but he watched her with almost dead eyes and filed it away to examine later.

“Cause we're fucking saints?” Mod asked. The beta was already leaning close to Tom and they were looking at something on the omega's computer. Colson couldn't help but notice but he wouldn't say anything unless the photographer seemed upset.

“We're definitely better than this. We don't hire out Daddy, we never have. Why would you start now? Especially with-”

“What? With what? You don't know shit about them!” Kells had to cut her off because he wasn't sure what she knew or what she might try to say to weave discontent among his men. He had always trusted her and he was trying to stop his worry but hell, she'd seen Dom enter his home. She might know something he didn't want outed. Damnit, he had to either forgive her or cut her out. There was no real in between.

“Neither do you, which is my point. You're too soft. You see one sad omega and you have to save them. Are you fucking this one or just giving him a pretend job?” She asked, gesturing in Tom's direction.

“You'd know pretend wouldn't you love?” Everyone was a bit surprised when Tom spoke up but he didn't seem like he was going to say more. It was enough to make Mod chuckle though and they went back to whatever they were doing.

“Are you going to let him talk to me like that? He's at most a fucking contract worker and that's disrespectful-”

Again Colson cut her off, he was truly getting tired of her shit. “No.” He growled and her smile grew as if she thought she'd won before he continued. “He's not contract, he's not a sad random I picked up off the street. They're both family now Megs and if you can't get that then you can get the fuck out!”

Everyone was silent but she finally settled down. Kells knew he had to draw a hard line in the sand but he didn't think she'd start that soon. It took him a minute to quell his rage but when no one spoke up against his statement he nodded once and sighed. Fuck he had a headache already and it wasn't even noon. “Tom is here to help us figure out what happened with our last shipment. There's supposed to be another in a couple weeks and I won't fucking stand for it getting stolen again. It makes me sick knowing we failed them all and it should make you sick too. I'm starting to worry you all forgot what we're doing here.” That was the thing, all his men found their way to him because they had been in some kind of trouble or had omega family or friends saved by what Travis had begun. He felt like he was failing the only father he'd ever known and it stuck in his heart like a thorn.

“I'm sure I'm close. Since you gave me full access to all your files I was able to follow the bank trail back to the fake company who- well… I'd rather not bore you all with the technical shite.” Tom obviously felt awkward being the center of attention for the moment but Colson noticed his friend staring at him in awe. He wasn't sure yet if it was a nerdy bro crush or what but he was happy to see at least one person trying to get along. “I'm going over your books too. I thought there might be a clue somewhere, a connection, but it may take me a little longer. There's heavy firewall.”

“I can help? I mean you're way smarter than me but two heads are better than one.” Mod shrugged.

“Your boss would know.” The omega muttered under his breath and Kells was surprised at himself when he choked on a laugh. The balls on that one. Yeah, he could see them becoming friends. “But yes, long as you don't fuck me up or slow me down.”

The boss was happy to see that problem getting solved but there was still another glaring one. “Just putting it out there guys, he's not kidding about having full access. If any of you have screwed me over it's time to say. I might be a little more lenient if you tell me and I don't have to find out the hard way.” He huffed, his gaze lingering on each person in turn. The few that were with them didn't seem too scared but when he looked finally to Megan something felt off. Everything felt off with her.

“What? You realize none of this shit went wrong until he came around. Maybe don't glare at the people you know best when you've got a pet snake in the house.” She tried to deflect and he was honestly so over it.

Colson rolled his eyes but was starting to itch for a fight. “If you don't like it, you can go.” He said calmly.

Dom was almost trembling with his need to see her insides on the outside. He was trying so hard to let his lover lead but he felt pushed to the edge of control. Every little thing that annoyed him felt overstimulating to the nth degree, the gun on his mate's ribs, the subtle noises of others breathing, the tap tap tap on a keyboard, and this bitch trying to ruin his life. When she finally stood up he did so too, the two of them facing off over the table. He watched as she headed for the door, her heels on the floor driving him mad.

“You should tell your bitch boy to heel. I can't believe you're acting like this over an Alpha Daddy, Travis must be rolling over in his grave. It's like you just can't help yourself, almost like you're a bitch in heat or something. I'll be waiting for your apology when you remember who your real family is.” She quite literally flipped her hair over her shoulder but her words were just a step too far.

“Dom. Stop.” The Machine Gun’s voice was barely above a growl as the Alpha started to stalk after her. He was close enough to see Megan smirk as she stopped at the door. The killer heard a click and he turned his head to see a barrel pointed… at him? He was so lost in a haze of red it took him a moment to realize he was standing between his lover and the man's possible target. “You don't fight my god damned battles. Sit the hell down.”

Another click and Dom knew there was another weapon pointing over his shoulder to his omega. That was not allowed. He took one step to the side to block her aim but Colson just glared at him harder.

“Move. Now. Megan, put it away or my warning shot is gonna find out if an implant can stop a fucking bullet.” What Knells knew his Alpha didn't understand was that this wasn't new. He and Megan had been fighting like this since they were kids. It just seemed to be getting worse with age.

“Looks like your guard puppy doesn't even see you as boss. Why should we?” She hissed and that did something to Colson.

The sting was immediate and the sound was deafening in the marble walled room. Dom's sensitive hearing was overwhelmed by the shot but all his senses zeroed down to the pain in his arm. A growl rumbled in his chest as he cupped his free hand over the wound and it took his brain a second to process and realize who's bullet just sliced through his arm.

“Oh you asshole! That was my favorite jacket!” The woman behind him went off and stormed out of the room and that's when it hit the boy.

“Did you jus’ bloody shoot me?” He demanded of his lover who shrugged and set the weapon on the table in the spot Dom had tossed it the day they first had sex. If that memory jog was supposed to be an apology it failed its intent. The killer was frankly quite pissed.

“You wouldn't move. I told you to move. I handled the problem. You were about to make a mess.” Col knew he should feel badly but he had to prove a point. He couldn't look weak to anyone in the room.

Collette scoffed at her son before following Megan out, she had a plan to set in action and she hoped her idiot boy hadn't just ruined it. Besides, she needed to be away from his stupidity long enough to get control of herself or she might just bend him over her knee.

“But you shot me! Ya answer to me not listening were GUNS?” Dom tried to lower his voice but he was near the edge and- “I fucking ‘ate guns!”

“I know. Don't be a pussy, I barely grazed you.” Kells shrugged. He didn't want to fight. They'd had such a good night but public was different and he had to get it through the psycho's thick skull.

“I'm bleeding you twat! I can't feel me fingers and tha’ weren't a fucking apology!”

“Yeah, bleeding like a pussy. It's not even that deep.”

“IT'S A GUNSHOT WOUND!”

“And you sliced my arm when we first met. Fairs fair.”

Tom calmly stepped closer to the Alpha with a first aid kit he was given by Mod. He'd patched his friend up plenty of times but was surprised when Dom hissed at him this time. The photographer rolled his eyes and took the box to the boss, giving Col a gentle nudge towards Dominic. “Why should I do it? He's being a baby. I've been shot in way worse places.” The man grumbled before turning to his men. “Let's call it. Go do your own shit for a while alright? I need to clean up this mess.”

Everyone but Mod and Tom left and it helped Colson relax a little. His friend didn't exactly know about him but he never felt he had to be as hard around the beta. When they were left just the four of them he stood up and stepped closer to his lover, opening the kit and rolling up Dom’s sleeve. “You fucking shot me. You didn't even wound ‘er so wha’ was the bloody point?”

“She thinks we're just being our normal asshole selves to each other and that maybe I don't trust and-or care about you all that much.” The omega explained as he leaned down and flicked his tongue over the boy's skin. The next noise out of Dom was more of a whimper than a complaint. “I'm not that fucking blonde asshole. And besides, you deserved it.”

“To borrow ya words ya twat- like fuck I did. I were protecting yas.”

“Exactly. Don't fucking do that. I didn't ask you and there's no reason.” When Dom’s gaze dropped to the omega's stomach he glared and grazed his wound with his teeth.

“Oi! Fucking ‘ell. You a right bitch.” They were angry whispering between them but the other two men were fully wrapped up in their own world. “So… so wha’? Tha’ were all a ruse?”

Kells felt his brows furrow as he looked up at his mate's grumpy confused face. He sat back after cleaning the cut and he set to work taping a bandage over it. It was still bleeding pretty heavily but it would heal up quick he was sure. Just like his lover he knew all the important points on a body, Dom would be just fine. “Yeah, a ruse. Now we just have to meet Colonel Mustard in the library with a lead pipe.” He teased, patting over the gauze a bit too hard.

Dominic scoffed as he yanked his sleeve back down and thought about just leaving the place. Would Colson even care? “Hey boss? If you're done playing nurse I think we found something.” Mod called from the other side of the table. Both men were a little glad for the interruption as they went to see what was caught.

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A few hours later they were getting ready to leave for home. A plan was in place to meet back at the boy's flat to start moving them into their new home and go over all they'd discovered. Collette would join them eventually, she was still off putting her plans in place and the rest of the family had dispersed. Mod and Tom had gone ahead and the building felt somehow more suffocating without distraction. Dom didn't feel any better than he had, he was on edge and burning with needs his mate couldn't quench. His arm was throbbing and his head ached from keeping himself in check. On their way out two of the new guard staff stopped them to ask about the noise in the room before wandering off. Most of it the Alpha ignored until they reached the door and he heard one say something to the other about ‘what a hot piece of ass that omega was’. He didn't care if they meant his mate or his brother, he was too far gone to guess. With whatever control he had left he turned to the mob boss and asked- “I fink I left me phone on the table. Would you please check?”

Colson arched a brow but after shooting the boy he figured he could at least help him out. He nodded once and turned to head back to their conference room. His hand was on the doorknob when a sound hit his ears, a strangled choke, a thud, and a zipper being opened? He turned back just in time to see his mate pulling a blade and sinking it deep inside his guard’s throat. He knew he should move but his feet were frozen in place. Dom didn't want him to see this but he couldn't look away. The monster was out to play and Kells was far from scared of the dark.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

So this was fun to write, I'm enjoying them trying to navigate Col's job. I can't wait to see what happens when Kells watches Dom in action, what about you? I hope you enjoyed it! 🔪🩸🖤

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limeinaltime · 1 year

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Sad wife hours 😔

- Part of the first generation of Projects, gained Administrator status alongside Adam although she has been forced to not use her power in a way she sees fit. She was made shortly after Adam when his creation was deemed a success.

- In her youth, India was considered a legend among her peers, known for her kind and motherly nature outside of combat, but for her strength, skill and courage when on the field. Smart, talented and beautiful, she was the receiver of awe and even attraction by many, but remained humble and kind to all. But that was in the past, and now India is a quiet, passive woman, preferring to keep her head down and out of Adam’s radar. One might even accuse her of being submissive, but her kindness and gentle nature still remain. She is good with children, and serves as a calming maternal presence to counter Adam’s imposing and unsettling cruelty. She can be brave in times of need for the sake of others, although Adam often manages to get her to back down.

- She was “arranged married” to Adam shortly after she returned but never loved him, although she was hurt by him cheating on her yet never letting her go, as well as his treatment of their children. In their youth, he was also entranced by her skill and beauty, and the fact that she surpassed him in strength and power made him want to claim and control her, a goal that he eventually succeeded with the help of the company. While she’s not outrightly spiteful, India has a huge dislike towards Adam’s main mistress/pseudo-wife, Eve, and is a constant victim of mockery from the younger women, despite having been their not-straight awakenings back in the day. However, she has a decent relationship with two of Adam’s younger mistresses, Delta and Juliet.

- The mother of Hotel and Iota and the adopted mother of 7. She cares about them a lot and does her best to give them reprieve from Adam’s abuse and Eve’s cruelty. She also did her best to provide comfort to Omega when Eve’s back was turned, and he grew to see her as more of a mother than the one he shares his AI with. She is very protective of them, and trusts their word that their father is hurting them.

- Ironically, she’s the most powerful of the three head Projects, being immune to Adam’s mind powers and outclassing Eve’s electric powers by a lot, but her current personality serves as a major roadblock to her true potential. Her electric powers are abnormally powerful, capable of even causing mild weather anomalies as a side effect and reducing buildings to rubble. It hits with enough force to kill before the shock and heat does, and if India concentrates enough, she can form energy into weapons, mainly a sword.

- Tail has no blade and functions like a bullwhip. She can also charge it with electricity for an extra kick.

- India often has dreams about another life, with another husband and kid, but she often brushed them off as delusions brought on by her abusive “marriage” and loneliness in the past. They become more vivid after the flock lands on Copper 9, which leads to her exploring more of her forgotten past in hope of answers.

- Oddly drawn to a Worker she’s seen around once or twice. Eko has also piqued her interest, and she feels like she should know the young Core Drone better than she does, although the reasoning for that eludes her.

#Project India #murder drones #oc #ref sheet #my art

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animeomegas · 2 years

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Reading your newest post, I feel like Neji, Iruka, Naruto, Kiba would be the quickest to warm up the the new child. The Naruto boys oddly enough.

As we all know Naruto is a sweetheart that would instantly understand and comfort the pup because he knows what it's like to be alone.

Neji would be jealous, of course, but his desire for a child would overcome his jealousy. He may smother them in his mothering ways as I can definitely see Neji as the type to treat all sad looking pups like a mother hen.

Kiba is definitely another jealous one but he has his herd of pups so what's one more? If it's his Alpha's pup, you KNOW he isn't gonna let his alpha reject a pup of theirs.

Lastly, Iruka, an obvious one. I mean, come one, he took in Naruto so you know he isn't scared to adopt pups. Iruka loved pups so to have another one is just a blessing for him.

As like a side note, Rock Lee and Itachi would definitely be the best bros for the new pups. They would make the pup feel so welcome and loved.

Yes, yes, yes! All of this!!

Naruto is so friendly with orphaned children, he knows what it's like to be all alone, and he really accepts them into his family with no troubles at all. He's might be a bit overwhelming for a grieving pup sometimes, but he really tries his best and I could see the pup getting very attached to him, very quickly.

Neji feels an initial sick jealously where he's reminded that his alpha can apparently conceive by accident with other partners, but with him, who's broken, that just doesn't happen even after a year of actively trying. He recognises how toxic that reaction is though and pushes it down. He's very gentle and understanding with the new pup and his inclination towards structure probably helps the pup adjust. He accepts the pup as his own and lowkey really hopes they start calling him oma... He won't force it... But he wishes it a lot.

Kiba is incredibly salty that his eldest wasn't technically your oldest pup. He's lowkey pretty internally hateful towards this other omega, but he doesn't take it out against the pup at all. He welcomes the pup with open arms, but I can imagine the pup finds the family very overwhelming. It depends on the pup's personality whether they take to Kiba straight away or not, but he doesn't hold it against them if they don't. He's determined to make the pup part of the family eventually.

Iruka's heart bleeds so much when he meets the tired, crying pup holding your hand and hears about his oma dying/being dead. He takes them in straight away and doesn't even hesitate. He lets them design their room and makes them hot milk when they have nightmares. He really steps up as an oma with no complaints and a serious dedication. He will cry when the pup first says that they love him.

And you're totally right, Lee and Itachi would also welcome the pup with open arms, the sweethearts :D

#asks #hcs #adopted pup au #naruto #iruka #kiba #neji #itachi #lee

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all of part 1 aas my favourite i think because it was the most emotional for me personally.

*im so sorry this is so long i’m just really passionate about poyt5*

Anyway my specific favourite scene of part1 was defo steve’s fight with peter and the aftermath I think because it was so interesting seeing Steve battle with his emotions.Throughout poyt he’s always been so strong and confident and it was really exciting to see him confused and vulnerable.I was so glad Steve automatically assumed it was Peter who initiated the joss and beat the shit out of him because i was worried he would be angry with Omega like how he was when he saw her with Sam in poyt4.It also was so intense watching it all play out and i don’t know how to describe it but it was almost satisfying I guess to finally see Steve lose control(I know that sounds weird but i was literally like “beat his ass steve!”throught the fight)Also Omega absolutely slayed when she spoke up to tell Steve that she wouldn’t forgive him if he killed Peter.I felt like a proud parent.

OMG and when Peter have that big speech??!! I was so shocked I wasn’t expecting it at all(because he was on the brink of death i didn’t think he would’ve had the nerve LOL).And Steves reaction top it all oh my god.Again throughout poyt we’ve only really seen the confident side of steve (apart from poyt4)that’s so sure of himself and it was so refreshing to watch him physically battle his emotions.Also Steve having a panic attack?!?! wasn’t expecting that. Once again loved it because it was so different to the steve were used to seeing AND the way omega comforted him!!I was so proud of her,because that was the first time we’d seen her initiate any physical intimacy because normally she’s too shy!!That was so cute I literally felt my heart melting and when they sat there hugging eachother UGH LOVED IT!!!!!

It also made me giggle when Steve made Omega play that stupid game so he could justify asking her if she loved Peter,he’s so silly.

Now onto the part with Omegas Mom BECAUSE OH MY FUCKING GOD I WASNT EXPECTING THAT.Bestie I’m a sensitive girlie who cries easy you CANNOT do that to me without a warning!!! I was crying so hard bro even after I’d finished reading, as I was trying to fall asleep I was still crying feeling so bad for Omega.I cannot believe the nerve of that woman, she leaves her daughter with a letter she might not have even seen?!? and then attempts to justify her actions by saying “you could always look after yourself better than I ever could”. EXCUSE ME?!?!THATS BECAUSE YOU MADE HER HAVE TO LOOK AFTER HERSELF.Yeah that whole scene at her childhood home was incredibly emotional especially when she mentioned seeing the ghost of her younger self and started screaming after reading the letter(I’m literally tearing up as I type this)I loved steve’s reaction and when he said “we’ll be each-other’s homes”.That was such a beautiful full-circle moment because in the beginning he uses her relationship with her mom to manipulate her into being with him and instead this time he actually tries to comfort her instead of making her feel bad about it.God when she mentioned she’d wanted to die my heart shattered, poor Omega she’s so strong, but I was very proud of Steve I think he did a good job at comforting her.

Another thing I loved that wasn’t a part of part 1 was when they figured out that Steve got her pregnant the first time they got together and he was like “Well you see I told her doctor…” I laughed so hard it was so funny to his old cocky self appear for a moment. OH and when she kissed him and he was like “two months ago you could barley look at me let alone kiss me” I was blushing so hard I genuinely loved that bit like i know it’s a small moment but those are always my favourite. I don’t know how to describe it I was smiling so hard and just felt really warm inside and i was so proud of Omega because of how far she’s come and everything she’s been through.

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Thank you so so much for reading!!!

Steve’s panic attack scene was definitely something that I wanted to write since the beginning when I was first thinking about this chapter! I don’t know if I did it justice but I really tried to just write down what I personally felt when I have had panic attacks in the past! It was a bit of a struggle to write that scene bc I didn’t know if I was conveying it well enough! I just wanted to show his slow breakdown at Peter’s words bc you’d never expect an alpha like him to be so affected by Peter’s words.

On to omega’s mom’s letter… I wanted to try and convey like… a nonchalant type of air to it?? Also I love how you mentioned how Steve in the past literally used her lack of a relationship with her mom to manipulate her and now he’s the one comforting her… bc omfg I honestly didn’t even notice that parallel??? But it’s so true!!! It really shows how Steve did change a lot from the guy we first saw!!

And LMFAOOO Steve during the ultrasound appointment 😂😂 just being his smug self. I wouldn’t say that’s his “old” self bc he’s still like that! He’ll always be like that hahaha. Also when he was being awkward with the doctor all like “she’s pregnant so do your thing…” BAHAHAHA (not me chucking at my own shit hahaha)

And you’re right, all the little moments between them were heartwarming and I’m glad you liked those. I tried to sprinkle them throughout the fic bc I wanted to make y’all smile through your tears lol

ily bestie thanks for this fab review!! 🥰💜

#anon #⚡️anon #poyt ask #poyt 5 ask #poyt 5 spoiler

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soaps-mohawk · 2 months

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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 11: It's Coming

Summary: Things have begun to shift in your developing relationship with your pack. Unfortunately, nature has the worst timing in the world.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, language, medical stuff, plenty of fluff.

A/N: I wrote like 90% of this chapter on my phone so please forgive any weird typos. I'm super excited for this one and this whole part really. Lots of good stuff coming up!!

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At first you’re not quite sure what pulled you from sleep. You’re warm and more comfortable than you have been in a long time, despite the dull throbbing between your thighs. The pillow against your back shifts, a chill settling in as some of the warmth disappears.

You blink your eyes open, squinting against the harsh blue light of a phone screen. Price lets out a quiet groan, swiping at something before settling his phone back on the nightstand in front of you. His arms wrap back around your middle, his face pressing into the back of your neck as he settles against you again.

It was his phone vibrating that had woken you, pulling you from the gentle arms of sleep. It’s still dark out, far too early to be up and getting phone calls, especially on a Sunday morning. You wonder how often John actually gets to sleep, between his job and everything he does when he’s not away. You’re understanding the couch in his office more and more now.

“Go back to sleep.” He murmurs, a quiet rumbling vibrating against your back as he purrs.

You don’t need to be told twice, snuggling down under the covers again, letting your eyes close.

You wake a while later alone. It’s daylight finally, the sunlight coming through the window lighting the room. You press your face into the pillow, inhaling Price’s scent. It still smells a bit like arousal and sex in the room, both of your scents heavy in the air. They blend together surprisingly well, Price’s musky woody scent mixing with the sweetness of your own scent. It makes an intoxicating aroma of alpha and omega.

Price comes out of the bathroom, slipping back under the covers. You curl up against his side, laying your head on his chest as he wraps an arm around you.

“Morning.” He murmurs, voice heavy with sleep still.

You hum in response, resting your head over his heart.

“How do you feel?” He asks, his fingers trailing your bare back.

“A bit sore.” You say, acknowledging the throbbing between your legs. “Not as bad as I thought I might.”

Price huffs out a laugh. “It shouldn’t hurt, not if you know what you’re doing.”

You hum again, the knowledge that he’s very experienced coming to the forefront of your mind. Even if it has been two years, you can imagine him when he was younger, the kind of experiences he must have had. Omegas and barrack bunnies and all sorts of women probably fawned over him.

“You’re thinking too much.” He says quietly, eyes closed as he lays there with you.

You’re starting to think he might be able to read your mind.

“Can I ask you something? Something...personal?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at him.

He cracks an eye open to stare down at you. “Don’t think you can get much more personal than we already are.” His lips twitch up in a smile. “‘Course, you can ask me anything.”

“When was the last time you helped an omega through a heat?” You ask, listening to the steady thump of his heart under your ear.

“Years ago. Well over a decade ago.” He says, voice still thick and raspy with sleep. He clears his throat, a hand settling on your waist. “Back when I was still a Sergeant. I had the idea back then of settling down, finding an omega and having my own pack. Had a few on and off relationships. Then I started getting sent off on more and more dangerous missions. I realized my skill set and my purpose, and gave up the idea of having an omega. I couldn’t stand the thought of putting them through that, if something happened to me. I’ve seen what losing an alpha does to an omega firsthand too many times.”

A frown tugs at your brows as you lay there against his chest. You know the risk of them dying is high. The CIA had spent ample time warning you of that risk, telling you about how dangerous their lives are and how every assignment, every deployment, could be their last. They could be gone for weeks at a time, months at a time, and they could go and not come back. They know that every time they leave for an assignment it could be their last, and now you’ll be stuck behind knowing they might not be coming back.

You’ve heard about omegas that have lost their alphas, how damaging it can be. It’s not something you’re taught at the institute. That’s not something you’re supposed to think about, something you shouldn’t have to think about.

“What’s eating you?” Price asks softly, his finger stroking the pinched skin between your brows.

You shift against his side, leaning more on his chest as you look up at him. “What if you don’t come back?”

His smile is a bit grim as he stares up at you, his fingers trailing across your face. “I won’t lie and say that’s not a risk. There’s always a chance.” His fingers trail down your arm to rest on your hand where it’s pressed flat against his chest. “We’re here for a reason. We are the best at what we do.”

He pauses as your hand moves, your gaze lowering from his as you trace one of the scars on his clavicle. You can only imagine what caused it. A knife? Shrapnel? Where was he and what was he doing when he got it? You might never be able to know all the details. So many secrets, so much you can’t know.

John wraps his arms around you, easing you off his chest as he rolls you onto your back. You stare up at him as he hovers over you, his hand brushing stray hairs from your face. “Don’t worry too much.” He says, his finger trailing the line of your nose. “We always try our best to make it home. Now we just have an even greater reason to.”

Your hand cups his cheek as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. You hum against his mouth, pressing your body closer against his. You can’t help but smile against his lips as his cock hardens against your thigh.

“Again?” You murmur against his lips, making him chuckle.

“Can’t blame me when there’s a beautiful omega naked in my bed.”

Your face burns as he leans back down to kiss you, his hips moving against your thigh. Warmth spreads through your whole body from his scent thickening in the air, his arousal prevalent as he twitches against your leg.

“John.” You moan softly, hands grasping at his back.

You both pause as a door shuts in the hallway, the reminder that the others are just a thin wall away coming back to you. The moment is over as your stomach growls, also reminding you that you’ll need to eat eventually.

John chuckles quietly, leaning up to press a kiss against your forehead. “Come on, let’s get the day started and get some food into you.”

You frown a bit as he pulls away, cock still hard and angry looking as he stands from the bed. “John?” You call out, scrambling off the bed after him. “You’re just gonna...”

“Give it a minute and I’ll be fine.” He says, moving to his closet. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Your frown only deepens and you step closer to him, catching him as he turns around. You stare up at him through your lashes, wrapping your hand around his cock. He pauses, letting out a little groan as you squeeze him gently.

“Let me help you.” You say, dragging your hand along his length.

His eyes darken as he stares down at you, the pants in his hand dropping to the floor.

Your face is still a bit flushed as you make your way to the mess. You’re hand in hand with John, dressed comfortably in one of his shirts and a pair of leggings. You can’t help but feel a bit bashful, as if they’re all going to know what you did, as if every soldier in the mess knows you and Price slept together last night.

They’ve probably been thinking that since you arrived.

Price leads you through the line, making your tray for you. You nearly beam with pride at him taking care of you, your omega preening with happiness as he carries your tray and his to the table. You take the spot next to Gaz as usual, still practically beaming.

“Have a good night, love?” Gaz asks, smirking a bit at your pleased state.

“Yeah.” You say, your face getting warm again at their stares.

“Practically glowing, kitten.” Johnny says, winking at you from across the table.

Your face flushes hotter and you quickly bury yourself in your porridge to avoid exploding at the breakfast table.

“Sounded like ye had a great time.” Johnny continues.

Christ, they probably heard the whole thing. You halfway want to sink down beneath the table to hide from their knowing stares. You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about, not really. They’re your pack, and eventually you’ll be in the same position with them too.

“Didnae know ye had it in ye, kitten.” Johnny continues. “We certainly enjoyed the show.”

You do start to sink down in your seat a bit, surprised steam isn’t rising off your skin from how warm you feel. Gaz’s hand on your leg stops you, his fingers squeezing your thigh gently.

“Don’t pay too much attention to him, love.” Gaz gives you a reassuring smile. “He’s just jealous he didn’t get to go first.”

“Am not.” Johnny whines, practically pouting.

You can’t help but smile a bit at his antics. You know from how much he bragged about getting to be your first kiss that he probably was rather put out that John got to be your first. It would have been that way regardless, but you know you asking John before your heat changed things a bit. It would have always been John, though.

It would have always been your alpha first.

Gaz’s hand doesn't move from your thigh, holding its place there as you all eat, Johnny still pouting a bit. You know they’ll want to pursue that sort of relationship with you after your heat, but now that John’s removed the barrier of the first time as well, you can only expect them to up the teasing tenfold. A shiver runs up your spine at the thought of Gaz sliding his hand slightly higher, fingers slipping between your legs.

You’re certain there has to be steam coming off of you now.

Your thighs squeeze together, trapping Gaz's fingers between them as you continue to try and act normally. Gaz turns his head just slightly, side eyeing you as you continue to try and eat your breakfast as normally as possible. Gaz's grip on your thigh tightens, fingers digging into your skin. You fight the noise threatening to come up as he holds his hand there, continuing to eat his breakfast as if nothing is happening.

You hold Gaz's hand as he walks you back towards the barracks, leaning against his side. His grip around your fingers is tight, not even the rain dampening the heaviness of his scent. It's deeper than usual, the musk of arousal tinging the edges.

Your back meets your door as soon as you're back in the barracks, Gaz pinning you against the wood. Your own breathing is heavy as you stare up at him, his eyes dark as he meets your gaze.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?” He groans, leaning down to kiss you. It's far more passionate than you've ever kissed him before, his hands sliding down your sides to grip your waist. “Making all those sweet noises last night.” He breathes against your lips. “Haven't seen Price that relaxed in a long time.”

Your face warms at his words, your hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt. He presses harder against you, pinning you against the door as his tongue prods at your lips. He tastes like the tea he drank with breakfast, herby and earthy.

“Has us all worked up last night.” He groans against your lips. “Hearing you, knowing our alpha was treating you nice.”

He presses his forehead against yours, staring down at you. You meet his gaze, shivering under the intensity in his deep brown eyes.

“Johnny bout cried he was so worked up.” Gaz's lips twitch in a smile. “Simon left for the gym bout halfway through, had to work out his tension.”

Your brows raise at the news about what Ghost had been up to last night. You figured he might join Johnny in his room, or perhaps head somewhere so he didn't have to hear you. Not that he would leave because he was being affected by you.

“Johnny was being such a whiny little bastard. Had no choice but to take pity on him.” Gaz nips at your jawline playfully. “I fear he's going to be unbearable until he gets his chance.”

“Well, he'll just have to wait his turn.” You say.

Gaz laughs, kissing you again before he takes half a step back, leaning his arm on the door above you. “Any plans today?”

You shrug, still leaning against your door. “Might read, or nap. Maybe both.” You sink your teeth into your lip, reaching back to put your hand on the door handle. “You wanna come in?”

Gaz's grin widens into a smile, his eyes practically sparkling. “Sure.”

You open the door, stepping into your room. It's a bit of a mess from you preparing for your date last night. You toss the clothes from your bed onto the floor haphazardly before pushing Gaz onto the mattress. He kicks off his shoes before making himself comfortable. You toe off your slippers, grabbing your book before joining him on the bed. He pulls you against his side, pulling his phone out of his pocket as you settle against his chest. A quiet content purr begins rumbling in his chest, easing the tension in your body as you relax against him.

You stay like that, reading while cuddling Gaz, for quite a while. Your door is wide open still, the others coming and going as they do on the weekends. Gaz keeps your back to his chest, arm wrapped around his middle as he scrolls on his phone while you read.

Slowly his head starts to droop until it's resting against the top of yours. You can feel the content sleepiness settling into your bones as well, the words on the pages starting to swim a bit. You mark your place, moving just enough to set your book on your nightstand before you curl up against him, letting his even breaths lull you to sleep.

You jolt awake suddenly as Gaz's arms tighten around you, keeping you from flying off the bed. You blink open your bleary eyes, squinting at Johnny's grinning face inches from yours. His body is draped over both yours and Gaz's, a solid weight against you both.

“C'mon ye lazies. Gotta eat lunch eventually.” He says, sounding far too chipper for a Sunday afternoon.

“Fuck off mate.” Gaz says, shoving at Johnny's shoulder. “Was comfy.”

“Yer hogging the omega!” Johnny says, poking Gaz's side. He pushes himself up, scooping you into his arms and lifting you. “Some of us would like tae spend time with ‘er too.”

You yelp at being lifted suddenly, wrapping your arms around Johnny's neck to hold on for dear life.

“Well, maybe you just need to be a little bit faster.” Gaz says, standing from the bed.

“I'm plenty fast.” Johnny almost whines. “Close to beating your time on the course.”

Gaz smirks. “I'll believe it when I see it.”

You look back and forth between them as Gaz steps closer to Johnny, caging you between them.

“And ye will see it.” Johnny says.

“Cheeky.” Gaz murmurs, closing the distance between them.

You stare wide eyed as they kiss just inches in front of your face. It's all tongues and teeth, Soap's chest rumbling against your side as he purrs. A quiet whimper leaves your lips as you watch them, your body starting to get warm again.

They break apart, both turning to look at you. Gaz's lips turn up in a smirk, Johnny's eyes sparkling.

“Look at you, kitten.” Johnny smirks. “Ye like watching us?”

You make another quiet noise, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. Johnny slowly lowers you until you're standing between them, Gaz not moving an inch as they trap you in a beta sandwich. Their bodies are warm and solid as you stand there, back to Johnny's chest. You can feel the bulge in his jeans pushing against your ass, Gaz's body a solid weight against your front.

You can imagine it, naked between them, skin against skin with hands everywhere. A quiet purr begins in your chest, eyes dilating as you stare up at Gaz. He smirks down at you, leaning down towards you. He skirts to the side at the last minute though, kissing Johnny behind you.

You can't see them this time but lord can you hear it. Johnny is still purring, the sound vibrating against your back. Gaz let's out a quiet sound, his hand dropping to squeeze your waist.

Johnny pats your side before pulling away. “Should get ye some lunch.”

Your head is still spinning as Gaz hums his approval, stepping away as well. You stand there blinking for a moment at the sudden loss of contact, the sudden shift in energy.

“C'mon, get yer shoes on, sunshine.” Johnny says.

You move half in a daze still towards your bed, your body tingling a bit still from the many thoughts that had been racing through your mind.

Something in the back of your mind begins to itch as you stare down at your bed. Your brows pinch in a frown as you stare down at the mess of blankets and pillows.

It's not right.

Your fingertips twitch as you stare at the mess in your nest, your mind taking over as you begin to rearrange the blankets and pillows. You forget you're not alone in the room as you fuss with the blankets until the itching begins to lessen a bit. You fiddle with the pillows, moving them around over and over again until you're happy with how they're organized, the quiet humming in the back of your mind fading away to nothing.

You sink down on the edge of the bed, letting out a long breath. You feel tired and almost winded after your effort to make sure your nest is just right.

Nest.

You're nesting.

You blink up at Johnny and Gaz, suddenly aware of their presence in your space again. Johnny is staring at you wide eyed, mouth slightly parted in wonder. Gaz has a sparkle in his eye as he grins at you.

You've just built a nest.

“Feel better, love?” Gaz asks, still almost beaming from witnessing you make your nest.

You nod, a sudden weight lifting from your shoulders. You've nested. You're nesting. Everything is going to be okay.

“C'mon.” Johnny says, slipping your slippers back onto your feet. “Let's get lunch in ye.”

You let him help you up, holding both their hands as you make your way from the barracks, a small, relieved smile on your face.

You wake up nauseous.

There’s a clawing feeling in your stomach and you’re not sure why.

It’s early, too early to be up. The sky outside is still dark, and the barracks are quiet. You get up, heading for the bathroom, the gnawing feeling still plaguing your stomach. Cold water on your face doesn't help the light-headedness or the dizziness you’re beginning to feel.

You can’t possibly be sick. You haven’t been around anyone that’s sick. You know heat sickness isn’t a threat right now. There’s no warnings out about possible exposures. It couldn’t be food poisoning. You eat the same things they do.

The gnawing intensifies, your stomach rumbling a bit.

Realization dawns on you suddenly.

You’re hungry.

You’re very hungry.

You check the time on your phone. Three a.m. Still too early for any of the boys to be up, and still a couple hours from when the mess would start serving breakfast. You head for the rec room, hoping there’s at least something in there to tide you over until breakfast.

You dig through the cabinets, plenty of tea and a couple packets of instant coffee you know belong to Johnny. You dig out a couple protein bars, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge before taking a seat on the couch.

The protein bars aren’t great. They don’t taste good, but you’re so hungry you don’t care. You down them quickly and the entire bottle of water. For a moment you feel relief, the gnawing in your stomach easing. You head back to bed, slipping back into your room quietly.

You toss and turn, unable to go back to sleep as the gnawing begins in your stomach once more. You let out a quiet sound, muffled by your pillow as you lay there, knowing you still have a long time until they’ll come and get you for breakfast.

The thought makes you almost want to cry.

You’re waiting as soon as they knock, narrowly avoiding Johnny’s hand as you open the door mid-knock. The bright look in his eyes fades as he stares at you. You know you look miserable, maybe a little sick, even. You feel worse, your stomach twisting and gnawing. Those protein bars four hours ago hadn’t been nearly enough.

“Ye alright, kitten?” He asks, a frown marring his face.

“Hungry.” You all but whine, slipping out the door, closing it behind you.

“Ye hungry, kitten? Ye could have said somethin’ sooner. Coulda brought ye somethin’.” Johnny says, following you down the hall.

You’re determined to get real food and you’re not about to let anything get in your way. You feel ravenous, despite the fact you’d had a good dinner the night before.

Maybe it hadn’t been enough.

You make your own tray this time, loading on more than you usually do. You take your normal spot between Price and Gaz, all four of them eyeing your tray as you happily dig in.

“Hungry, love?” Price asks, watching you spoon huge mouthfuls of porridge into your mouth.

You nod, chewing quickly before spooning more in. It tastes delicious, something you never thought you would say about British food.

They all watch in awe as you clear your tray, eating every last crumb, having to refrain from licking it clean. Finally, for the first time since you went to bed last night, you feel full and satisfied.

“Damn. Putting us to shame.” Gaz says, staring at your empty, nearly clean tray.

You grow bashful under their stares, realizing you not only out ate them, you also finished first. “I was hungry.” You say, fiddling with your fork.

“No kidding.” Ghost huffs out, all of them finishing up their trays.

You’re in a far better mood leaving the mess than you were entering it, the sweet relief of being full after hours of gnawing hunger making you feel almost giddy. Ghost walks you back to the barracks, walking slow enough you can easily keep up with him. So slow, your arm brushes his as you walk next to him.

“Sorry.” You say, moving a step away from him. You’re so used to standing directly next to the others, you’ve forgotten Ghost prefers his personal space.

He stares down at you for a moment but doesn’t say anything, holding the door to the barracks open for you. He stands just inside the door, watching you make your way down the hallway to your room. He waits for the click of the lock before he turns, leaving you alone in the barracks again.

You settle into your usual routine of laying in your nest and reading, the giddiness starting to wear off as the time passes. You make it until ten a.m. when the gnawing hunger begins to return. You let out an annoyed whine, dropping your book to the floor as you roll onto your stomach.

You want to cry and scream at the same time, watching the clock tick by on your phone. You’re tired of being so hungry, and what’s worse, you don’t even know why. You’re just ravenous and you can’t think of a reason.

Lunch can’t come soon enough, and you find yourself struggling through the afternoon just as much. It’s almost like your body is on a timer and every two hours you’re suddenly starving, as if you haven’t eaten all day. You eat just as much as you did at breakfast, scarfing down food like you’re a starving animal.

You certainly feel like one.

You head to the rec room after dinner, Ghost and Johnny joining you. Johnny takes the seat next to you on the couch, draping his arm behind you as Ghost takes his usual spot in the chair.

You curl up against Johnny’s side, watching whatever he decides to put on TV half-heartedly. You’re waiting for the inevitable, the gnawing hunger to creep up on you again.

It does, roughly two hours into your time in the rec room.

You shift against Johnny, pressing against his side more as you try to ignore the hunger burning through you. His arm wraps around your shoulders, holding you against him. You breathe in his scent, letting the citrusy scent of him wash over you.

It only serves to make you more hungry.

You let out a quiet whine, trying to get closer to him. Tears prick at your eyes as you know there’s no relief coming. There’s no more meals until tomorrow. You’ll have to go all night before you can eat again, before you can relieve the hunger. You’re not sure you’ll make it that long. You might perish in the middle of the night, or become violently ill. Perhaps both.

You let out another quiet whine, standing from the couch. You can’t take it anymore, both Johnny and Ghost watching you as you head for the cabinets, kneeling on the floor and rummaging through everything, desperate to find another protein bar or anything.

“What are you doing?” Ghost asks, staring at you as you’re halfway in the cabinet, checking every last corner.

“Hungry!” You snap, half considering eating one of the tea bags just for something.

You’ve just closed the cabinet door in irritation when an arm wraps around your waist, lifting you from the floor. You let out a yelp, Ghost carrying you easily back to the couch.

“Stay.” He says after dropping you back next to Johnny. “I’ll be back.”

Johnny wraps his arms around you as you pout, nearly in tears from how frustrated you are. You’re just so hungry.

“Easy, kitten.” Johnny says, pulling you back against his chest.

You nuzzle into him, curling up into a ball against his side. He starts purring quietly, trying to soothe you while you wait for Ghost to return. You can’t pay attention to the TV, Johnny trying to change the channel every time a food related commercial comes on.

You’re nearly shaking when Ghost returns, arms full of snacks. Your eyes widen as he dumps them on the coffee table, pushing yourself up from Johnny’s chest.

“Where did you get these?” You ask, dropping to your knees on the floor in front of the coffee table.

“Vending machine in the mess.” Ghost answers, sitting back down in his chair.

You stare at him teary eyed, sniffling a little. “Thank you.”

He grunts in response, turning his gaze back to the TV as you reach for a bag of chips.

You can barely even taste it as you kneel there on the floor, basking in the first taste of sweet relief from a bag of salt and vinegar chips. You grab them by the handful, burning through the small, snack sized bag quickly.

You’ve barely finished chewing when you’re reaching for a candybar, a sudden realization striking you as your brain begins to regain the ability to think now that it knows relief is coming. You stare at the purple Cadbury on the front of the packaging, your fingers trembling as you hold the candybar.

You take a deep breath, quickly opening the wrapper before taking a bit, sitting back on your heels as you chew. “Well, shit.”

“I know, I hate the exam rooms too.” Dr. Keller says, flipping through her clipboard. “Too clinical and sterile looking.” She lifts your hand, removing the pulse monitor from your finger. “A little higher than normal.” She says, writing something down on the clipboard.

She takes your blood pressure and temperature, writing both down on the clipboard.

“Temperature is still normal.” She says. “How have you been feeling?”

“Hungry.” You say, picking at the thin fabric of the hospital gown you’ve been forced into. “Ravenously hungry and clingy.” You continue. “A bit more emotional than normal too.”

Dr. Keller nods, writing all of it down. “Normal things for your pre-heat, according to your file. Anything out of the ordinary? Aches and pains? Any nausea or vomiting, not related to hunger?”

You shake your head. “No. Kinda sleepy all the time too, but the hunger makes it hard to sleep.”

Dr. Keller nods. “That’s normal. Your body is preparing for a few days of very little caloric intake and little rest. I’d say you’re exhibiting all the signs of pre-heat. You’re right on time, as expected.” She gives you a little smile. “Judging by your vitals you still have a few days before the full heat symptoms begin. Any questions?”

“What do institutes do for heats?” John asks where he’s sitting to the side of the exam table.

“It depends on the institute.” Dr. Keller says, looking at you.

“FIOT rotated between sedation and isolation.” You say, not really wanting to think back on the heats you had gone through at the institute. “Sedation for the full heat, or shutting us in private rooms for a week to ride out the symptoms alone to avoid triggering heats in the other omegas.”

“Neither are great, but in that sort of environment there’s not a lot that can be done. Sedation is the better of the two, though it can still be disorienting. Isolation is painful and risky, especially if proper care isn’t given.” Dr. Keller says.

“Is sedation an option for the future?” Price asks.

You turn to look at him, before looking back at Dr. Keller.

“It’s something we can explore. I know it can’t be expected of you to be here for every heat. We can start exploring some alternatives after this heat is over and I have a better idea of what they’re going to look like.” Dr. Keller gives you a soft smile. “Now, I’d like to do a little exam just to give me a baseline for after your heat when I check for any abnormalities or injuries.”

She directs you to lay down on the exam table and put your feet in the stirrups. You suddenly feel nervous, her words doing little to calm you. John appears in your peripheral, slipping his hand into yours.

“Is that a risk?” You ask as Dr. Keller pulls a clean pair of gloves on.

“Only a small one.” She says, standing at the end of the table. “I know you’ve probably heard all the horror stories, but those are only really concerns with inexperienced alphas who have never helped an omega through a heat before, especially those who had limited exposure to omegas in general.” She smiles at you. “You’re in good hands, my dear.”

She does her exam, letting you sit up once she’s finished. John helps you up, still holding your hand. Dr. Keller’s words do ease your concerns just a bit, but you can’t help the images flashing through your mind, the horror stories of mutilations and even deaths. You trust Price to take care of you, but at the same time, you won’t know until it’s over.

“Everything looks good.” She says. “The best thing you can do right now is try to satiate the pre-heat symptoms and take this time to make sure everything is ready and in place for when the full heat begins. Don’t worry too much.” She looks pointedly at you. “I’ll be on call and ready should something happen.” Her gaze turns to John. “Your beta knows what to look out for, right?”

John nods. “Kyle has been doing a lot of research. He knows what to do.”

“Good.” Dr. Keller says, looking back at you. “Why don’t you get dressed, then we can go back to my office where it’s more comfortable and talk some more.”

Dr. Keller leaves you alone in the room, Price helping you change back into your normal clothes, leaving the room with you. You turn to look up at him, Dr. Keller waiting for you near her office door.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Price says, leaning down towards you.

“Yeah.” You say, standing up on your toes to kiss him.

You try to ignore the look on Dr. Keller’s face as you walk past her and into her office, your face warming a bit in response. You take your normal seat, trying to get comfortable despite your bashfulness.

“You and Captain Price seem a lot closer.” Dr. Keller says as she sits across from you on the couch.

You nod. “Yeah. We, uh, we have gotten closer.” You chew on your lip. “We slept together...on Saturday night. Had a date, he cooked dinner. Then we...did it.”

Dr. Keller’s brows raise at your words, her face surprised. “Oh? Is that so? Is that something you wanted?”

You nod. “I asked him if he’d do it. I wanted my first time to be when I could remember it...before I would feel like it was something that had to be done.”

Dr. Keller hums, writing something down. “Did you have fun?”

Your face warms at her words, and you halfway wish the chair would swallow you whole. You nod, hiding your fingers beneath your sleeves again. “Yeah. I uh, started nesting too.”

Dr. Keller’s face breaks out into a huge smile. “That’s great! That’s fantastic news! Perfect timing too.”

You nod. “Yeah. Started on Sunday. Been feeling it since.”

“Good. That gives us one less thing to worry about.” She sets her notebook aside, crossing her legs as she stares at you. “How do you feel about your heat coming so soon?”

“Nervous.” You answer honestly.

“It can be a bit daunting, I’d imagine, your first heat with an alpha. Captain Price knows what he’s doing, though. He and Sergeant Garrick will take good care of you.”

“I know.” You say, fiddling with your sleeves. “It’s still scary. A lot of things can happen and...what if one of them does?”

“It’s not very likely.” Dr. Keller reassures you. “Captain Price knows what he’s doing. He’s experienced with omegas and heats and the likelihood of him losing control is small, even after so long without any contact with an omega. It sounds like Sergeant Garrick has educated himself on things to look for, and what to do to help. I’ll be ready and on call the entire time as well. I’ll make regular check-ins with Sergeant Garrick too, to make sure everything is going smoothly. You’re not alone in this. We’ll all make sure you’re well taken care of. I know it’s a lot to ask you to trust people that are still somewhat strangers, but we all have your best interests in mind here.”

“I know.” You say quietly. “It’s hard, not knowing much of anything. They tell you everything you should expect at the institute over and over again, then you get in it and everything is different. Nothing is like it should be. Nothing like they said. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I know. You were prepared for one life and got an entirely different one. Lucky for you, though, you’re surrounded by very understanding people who are more than happy to help you. I know this is so far from ideal for you, but I think you’re doing a fantastic job with what you were handed.”

You stare at your hands, thinking over her words. John’s called you a good omega before. He’s called you that a few times. He thinks you’re doing a good job, despite the fact you feel like none of your skills are useful here. Despite the fact you feel like you haven’t been trying.

You think over everything they’ve done for you, how hard they’ve tried to help make you as comfortable as possible. She’s right. They’re all so understanding and you know they like you. You can see it in their reactions to you, you can smell it on them. You know Gaz won’t let anything happen to you, even if something goes wrong.

They have yet to prove themselves untrustworthy, for the most part.

Maybe you really don’t have anything to worry about.

“Come on.” Ghost says, standing in your doorway. You almost don't recognize him in a beanie and surgical mask instead of his usual balaclava. “Get shoes on, and let’s go.”

“Go where?” You ask, sitting up on your bed.

“Shopping.” He says, before turning on his heel.

You frown, but do as he says, slipping on comfortable shoes and grabbing your phone. You head down the hall towards the door, a familiar car parked outside. Price and Ghost are waiting next to the car, both dressed in civilian clothes. You approach them hesitantly, suddenly feeling intimidated in the presence of the two alphas. You know you have nothing to worry about, but this is the first time you'll be alone with both of them.

Ghost steps up to you, a bottle in his hand. You barely have time to hold your breath before he sprays you down with scent blocker, the harsh chemicals burning your nose as they settle on your skin and cut off your scent. It's necessary, even with two alphas around you.

“Ready?” John asks, letting his eyes scan over your form for a second. He could probably pick up on your tension and uneasy energy from a mile away.

“Can...Can I ask why?” You ask as John opens the back door for you.

“Well, we can't have you starving to death on us, can we?” John smiles. “And we need to get a few things for your heat.”

“Oh.” You say, blinking up at him.

“Hop in. Hopefully we can get the shopping done before dinner.” John says.

Before you get hungry again.

You climb in the backseat, John closing the door before getting in the driver's side. Ghost is already in the passenger seat, buckled in and ready.

You sit and watch the landscape pass by, the car quiet except for the radio. The contrast between the two betas and the two alphas is almost as distinct as night and day. Johnny and Gaz had talked almost nonstop the entire drive to and back from town. Ghost and Price seem content in their silence, Ghost watching the landscape pass just like you.

It speaks volumes of their trust and ease with each other.

The farmlands turn to city and you find yourself back at Asda again. You hold John's hand as you walk, Ghost taking your other side, sandwiching you between them. People stare as you pass, their eyes on Ghost, but he doesn't even seem to notice.

You stick close to John as you walk through the store, picking up items you'll need for your heat, as well as some other things. Ghost follows like a shadow, people giving you a wide berth when they spot him. You're almost grateful for it. You swear some of them can tell you're about to start your heat, their eyes burning into you as they pass.

You can feel the beginnings of hunger starting to creep in as you walk down the bed liner aisle. You know if you weren't starting to get hungry, you would have been close to combusting from the knowledge of why this aisle was necessary.

You let out a sigh, leaning your head against John's arm as he crosses the bed liner off the list.

“What?” He asks, amusement in his voice.

“You know what I miss?” You say, wrapping your arms around one of his. “Good authentic Mexican food.”

The corner of John's lips lift in a smile. “Yeah? You getting hungry again?”

You nod, a subtle whine to your tone. “Yeah.”

John turns to look at Ghost, the two alphas having a seconds long silent conversation before Ghost heads off, disappearing from the aisle.

“Where's he going?” You ask.

“Getting a head start on the other supplies for your heat.” John says. “Just a couple more things, then your snacks and we'll be done and we'll get some dinner.”

You stop as you turn the corner around the end of the aisle, your eyes spotting a giant teddy bear. It looks soft and squishy, your pre-heat addled brain already picturing the perfect spot for it in your nest.

“You want it?” John asks, looking between you and the bear.

You snap back into reality for a moment, glancing up at the price. You nearly die on the spot, shaking your head. “I-I don't...”

John turns you to face him, speaking firmly. “Do you want it?”

You stare up into his eyes, nodding slowly.

His gaze softens just a bit, a smile tugging at his lips. “Then grab it.”

You're moving before you can even have a second thought, wrapping your arms around it and lifting it off the shelf. It's just as soft as you thought it would be, nearly as big as you are too. You can imagine cuddling it in your nest, napping contently, surrounded in soft plushness.

“C'mon pup.” John says, patting your back gently. You're purring, you realize suddenly, the sound leaving you entirely unconsciously. “Let's get you some snacks then we'll get dinner.”

You carry the bear, following John to the grocery section of the store. He takes you to the snack aisle and you pass the bear off to him, grabbing anything and everything that looks good, loading up the cart. You grab a few things from the American section as well, snacks you didn't think you'd miss, but right now they sound like manna straight from heaven.

“Simon's done with his part.” John says, glancing at his phone. “We'll meet back at the car.”

You take the bear back once you're done filling the cart with snacks, heading towards the checkout. You're hesitant to let the bear go long enough to be scanned before you're holding it again, purring quietly and contently.

John keeps his arm around you as you walk through the parking lot towards the car. There's already bags in the trunk from Ghost, the alpha already in the passenger seat. They must have both been carrying keys to the car. Safety precautions. Things most people wouldn't even think about.

“Thank you.” You say as John fills the trunk with the rest of the bags. “You didn't have to do this.”

“Yes we did.” John says, looking down at you. “Not going let you starve like that if we can help it.”

“It's still strange to me, getting taken care of.” You say, squeezing the bear. “Still makes me feel a bit like a sugar baby.”

John chuckles. “Don't worry, I won't make you call me daddy.” He leans in close to your ear. “Unless you want to.”

Your face burns hot, your entire body igniting with heat at his words. He gives you a gentle pat on the ass, directing you to the door of the car before taking the cart back to the store.

Your face is still burning as you attempt to climb into the car with your bear, giving up and stuffing it in first.

“What the hell is that?” Ghosts asks, turning to look at you.

“My new bear.” You respond, arranging the bear so its sitting in the seat beside you.

“Christ.” He breathes, and you can practically hear the eye roll as you buckle the bear in.

You buckle yourself in as John climbs in the driver's seat.

“All set?” He asks, turning to look at you.

You nod, smiling happily despite the hunger eating away at you.

“Let's get some dinner, then we'll head back to base.” John says, turning on the car. “Can't have our omega starving on us, can we?”

Ghost snorts. “Best feed her before she decides we look appetizing.”

You wrinkle your nose. “You'd be too gamey, Ghost.” You say, eyeing him before turning your gaze to the seat in front of you. “John, though...” You lick your lips. “I already know you taste good.”

John lets out a deep chuckle that rumbles with the edge of a pleased growl. “Easy, kitten.”

Ghost lets out a heavy sigh, running a hand over his face. “Spare me. Now there's two of ‘em.”

John chuckles again, squeezing Ghost's shoulder. “Little did you know, Simon.”

Ghost turns to look at John. “Is it too late to get a refund?”

You stifle a giggle as John smiles. “You'll have to ask Laswell.”

Ghost sighs, turning to look out the window. “No hope for it, then.”

“Hey, at least I'm cute!” You grin. “Don't tell Johnny I said that.”

You practically beam with pride as you see Ghost's shoulders shake with his laughter. Maybe you can get through to him more than you think you can.

Maybe, just maybe, you can get him to like you.

The knock comes at your door unexpectedly. It's late, and you had just begun to feel the pangs of hunger once more. You hate it, but you know it's necessary considering you'll have to go roughly a week getting in nothing but what nutrient bars can offer while exerting insane amounts of energy. Your body needs to store the calories now so that you don't die during your heat.

You're surprised to see Ghost on the other side of the door, back in his balaclava. His shoulders are squared, but you can't scent any anger or hostility on him.

He almost seems...nervous.

“Hungry?” He asks, staring down at you.

“Always.” You answer almost instinctively, staring up into his deep brown eyes.

He motions for you to follow with his head. “C'mon.”

You frown a little, but you step out of your room, closing the door behind you. You follow him towards the rec room, staring at his broad back. His shoulders are still squared, hands in his pockets.

The rec room is set up again not unlike it was for your date with John. The card table is out and there's foil covered dishes on it, along with a couple plates. Your brows raise in surprise as you take it all in.

“I made you something.” Ghost says, moving over to the table, removing the foil from one of the dishes.

You move closer, blinking in surprise. “You made...enchiladas?”

He nods. “As close as I could get with what I could find on short notice. There's rice and beans, too. And salsa.”

Tears blur your vision as you stare down at the food on the table. It smells delicious and that's not just your ravenous pre-heat hunger talking. “You...did this for me?”

“Well, I had help,” He says, looking past you.

You turn, Soap and Gaz standing at the windows that frame the door to the rec room. They smile and wave at you as you turn to look at them. A quiet laugh leaves your mouth as you smile at them.

“Help yourself.” Ghost says as you turn back to the table. “There's plenty.”

You serve yourself a plate, nearly melting off the chair as you take the first bite. It takes you all the way back home, the good years when your father was stationed in Texas.

“Taste okay?” Ghost asks, watching you. “I know it's not authentic, but I did a lot of research.”

“It's amazing, Ghost. Really.” You say. “Tastes just like the ones my mom would make.” You wipe at the tears in your eyes. “Thank you for doing this.”

He shrugs, looking almost bashful. “It's the least I could do. I know how big of a deal heats are to omegas and how nervous you've been. Thought you could use a little comfort.”

You smile softly. “That means a lot.” You can't help but giggle softly. “I knew you liked me deep down.”

He gives you a look, making you giggle even more. “Don't push it.”

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Fanfic Round-up 2023

Holy crap, I actually wrote enough this year to make doing one of these posts worth it!

All stories are locked to AO3 users only. I have invites if anyone needs one.

The last three stories are part of my WIP Amnesty, meaning they're unfinished and will never be finished. Read at your own discretion.

Emotional Motion Sickness (Star Wars: The Bad Batch | CF99, Rex, Phee | 5505 words)

Echo is sitting alone in the cockpit when the comm starts to blink with an incoming transmission. It’s Rex, hopefully with some actionable intel, but Echo isn’t going to hold his breath. Or: Clone Force 99 doesn't rescue Omega and Crosshair from Mount Tantiss; Rex does.

No Alterations (Star Wars: The Bad Batch | CF99 | 450 words)

"Wait, if Omega is an unaltered Fett clone, then why is she a girl?" Oh my god, Wrecker, you can't just ask someone why they're a girl.

A Step to the Left (Star Wars: The Bad Batch | CF99 | 1442 words)

His first immediate thought is to order everyone back to the rail line, but half of the squad is still in the hangar. A different choice is made and the universe moves a step to the left.

Waiting to Begin (Star Wars Prequels Era | Mace Windu, Leia | 862 words)

Mace has just settled onto a comfortably padded bench in a secluded garden, thermos of tea and packet of biscuits at his side, his datapad displaying the first page of a novel that Shaak had recommended to him just last week, when a whirlwind rushes through the open doorway.

Until Break of Dawn (Star Wars: The Clone Wars | pre-Codywan | 686 words)

It's a beautiful planet and under any other circumstances, he might be able to enjoy the sights, but as it stands, it feels like they've been redeployed here every other week to try to take back the same ground they've been fighting with the Seppies over for the entire war.

Bedside Manner (Star Wars: The Clone Wars | Codywan | 1769 words)

Normally Cody wouldn't answer a personal message while on the bridge, but normally his general wouldn't have been left behind while the rest of the battalion was dispatched under another Jedi. He makes sure that his comm is routed to his bucket and not his vambrace projector and accepts the call. "Cody here." "Cody," says Fox on the other end of the call. "You need to get down here ASAP. It's your general."

Easy as Breathing (Star Wars: The Clone Wars | Codywan | 834 words)

Cody takes an accidental nap on the most comfortable bed in the galaxy.

I am not the ghost you are to me (Star Trek: AOS & The Lord of the Rings | Jim Kirk, Eomer, past Jim/Bones | 1205 words | WIP Amnesty)

It all starts with the cultural anthropology department requesting permission to observe a pre-warp civilization. If it was purely up to Jim, he'd just say yes and let them fabricate native clothing and go down there, but it's not, so it takes nearly two weeks of orbiting an Earth-like planet before they receive the go-ahead from HQ.

Young Not-Married Not-a-Couple (Star Trek AOS | Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, pre-Jim/Bones | 2678 words | WIP Amnesty)

The relationship between Jim and Bones could best be described as "old married couple" except they're not even dating.

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HHL 3

prologue | HHL1 | HHL2

synopsis: our guy Terry struggles to process some emotions, Kai isn't so innocent, Ben doesn't deal with people very well, and C heads off to deal with her heat.

word count: 7050

genre: werewolves, my own take on A/B/O, female OCs, domestic bullshit

warnings: it gets angsty and then it gets horny, there's mentions of ab*rtion, misc*rriage and st*llbirth.

notes: i'm not sure if it's necessary, but just to be clear, i don't want any of this to happen to irl people. a friend of mine read up to this chapter and refused to continue because she couldn't believe that i'd want things like this to happen to anyone. i promise i don't. but to be fair the topics in this are pretty dark. remember to take care of yourselves and don't read this if any of the warnings freak you out.

~/*\~

Terry pulled an old brush through C’s cropped hair, struggling to fixate on the task at hand. The two of them were sitting on the floor of Terry’s apartment in the human sector since he was banned from her side of the compound for the next week. He usually loved the moments he got alone with C. It made him feel normal and sane and like the world wasn’t on the brink of destruction, but sometimes everything was too much.

It had been three hours since he first walked into room 106 and his already narrow attention span was waning further. Despite the familiarity—despite the comfort—he couldn’t focus for the life of him. Part of him wondered if it had anything to do with the tears. But that couldn't be it.

Maybe it was—

He shook his head just a tad, rejecting the thought before it could fully form.

Exhaustion.

That was it. He just needed some more rest and a lot more water. It was the hangover speaking. He entertained the thought of calling Kai over.

Now that C was calm, her pheromones wouldn't overpower the Omega. In fact, it was probably best for Kai to be caring for her—she probably needed another Lupi’s touch.

Terry knew that no matter how close he was with C, nothing could beat the bond she had with her Omega. If he was any less of a person he might have felt jealous, but right now he just felt…

…tired.

How to tell her that was where he came up short. Unknowingly he let out a sigh. His movements stilled at the noise before he gently placed the comb down. Licking his bottom lip, he struggled with the words he wanted to say—where to even start.

“Would you mind calling Kai for me?” C’s voice was soft and tiny and Terry felt his heart break at the unfamiliarity of it. With tears pricking at his lash line and tongue weighed down with guilt, he nodded and stood from his seat behind her.

“I’ll just…” He gestured to the door, avoiding her eyes. Noting her nod from his peripheral he stepped into the apartment hallway, pulling the door shut with a gentle click.

He hated feeling like this. Like he had to walk on eggshells around himself. Like C wouldn’t understand if he tried to explain.

Because he knew she would. Just like she always had. She’d hug him. She’d tell him he had nothing to worry about. She’d walk out of his apartment with a smile and strict instructions to rest. And in a week she’d leave him a peach she managed to scrounge up from who knows where with a little sticky note on it saying she missed him.

And then everything would be fine.

So why did he have to feel like this every time?

He sighed, rubbing his hand down his face before trailing it to his back pocket where he kept the cell. Kai’s number was programmed into the device as 2461.

When the world went down in flames so did most forms of communication. Beah seemed to have expected this (just like she expected everything else) and brought in a man named Tyrone to create a new network. Terry had no clue how exactly this network worked, but it was clearly successful. Beah quickly put a cellphone ban on outwalkers so none of their various enemies would be able to hop on the HHL’s network.

C didn’t seem to mind so much, but Terry didn’t quite believe her—she was only a few years older than him which made it difficult to reconcile the lack of a cell phone addiction.

After what felt like years, Kai picked up on the second ring. “Beah isn’t here, Tae.”

Terry ignored the younger human’s words. “Would you be able to head to my apartment right now?”

Kai stuttered. “Uh…” Vague murmuring drifted through the cell line, as if Kai was confirming something. It wasn’t long before he came back with a, “Yeah. I’ll be right there.”

Terry sighed and braced himself to fight the battle he’d rather run from. She really hated it when he ran, and he didn’t want to risk losing his only family.

Another sigh and he was ready.

Ready to fall on his ass apparently.

“Are you ok? I didn’t realize you were leaning against the door.” Terry looked up from his impromptu seat on the floor, locking eyes with C. She offered him her hand. A hand he stared at for a second too long. “Terry?”

“Ah.” He reached out to grab her offered hand. “I’m fine. No damage done.” He gave her a small smile without actually looking at her.

Terry looked at the floor, brushing the invisible dirt off himself. His movements stilled when C wrapped her arms around him.

How unfair. He felt his bottom lip tremble.

She knew what she was doing. He didn’t bother to reciprocate. “Thanks for putting up with me today.” Her nose burying into his neck brought him closer to tears than he’d been in awhile, and he felt his eyes flutter shut to keep them at bay. “I’ll wait for Kai in the courtyard.”

When he opened his eyes she was gone and he was staring into his empty studio apartment. The warm glow of the midday sun definitely wasn’t fitting his vibe right now, but he supposed that’s what the blackout curtains were for.

~/*\~

“I wonder what it was this time.” Kai hung up the phone and stared at it, confusion hanging on his brows.

“What do you mean?” The Omega returned his gaze to his bed bound friend. He still didn’t quite believe that Beomgyu was sitting in front of him.

Kai bit his lips together in thought. “Since he’s been with us, Taehyun gets in these… moods sometimes.” He sighed and looked back to his hands. “ C says he just needs some space, but…” He shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t matter: whatever Alpha says, goes.”

“That doesn’t seem right.” Kai’s eyes flicked back to Beomgyu’s and he tilted his head in a silent question. “Why does this “Alpha” decide what you do?”

As innocent as the older man’s question seemed, it made Kai laugh harder than he had in awhile. “Because she’s Alpha. When you’re like us you can’t really go against an Alpha’s orders.”

Beomgyu scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, an action that immediately made him wince. “Yeah well I have no intentions of becoming part of the hive mind you all seem to have.”

Kai smiled at him. “You don’t have to. It’ll probably make Alpha sad, but not everyone’s cut out to be Lupi.” His smile turned to one of pity as he watched the blood drain from his friend’s face. He pinched his lips together again and continued in a softer tone. “I’m going to go get her now. She’ll probably be able to explain things a lot better than me.”

He didn’t wait for an answer—not really expecting one—and got up to head towards the human district where Taehyun’s apartment was.

~/*\~

Kai didn’t make it any further than the main yard when he noticed a surprising lack of humans in one corner. There were a few open spaces within the human district, but the main courtyard was always the most busy. No matter where you turned there would be people crowding around tables and benches and the scraps of lawn Beah insisted were necessary for “proper human socialization”.

Today, however, there was a distinct lack of people in the north eastern corner. Kai craned his neck as he walked over, ignoring the way the humans parted for him like the red sea. He may not have been intimidating in the Lupus world, but over here he was to be feared. It helped that he was rather tall and well built—traits most Lupi adopted rather quickly after being turned. For him though the only major change was his physique, his “lack” of height, something Alpha accredited to his Omega status.

It wasn’t long before he had a clear path to the empty space.

And apparently C. She sat on one of the wide stone benches that were littered around the area, feet tucked up on the seat, arms wrapped around them in a tight hug.

Taehyun must have kicked her out.

Kai couldn’t imagine how that interaction went down, but from the way her figure was hunched in on itself? Not well.

She didn’t notice him until he touched her head and even then it took a moment longer to meet his eyes. She’d been crying. It didn’t seem like anything recent, but her eyes were still bloodshot and a little puffy. He sighed and stepped closer to pull her crumpled form into a hug smooshing her face into his stomach.

They stayed like that for a while, ignorant to the stares of their human companions. It was only when a chilly breeze blew past that Kai pulled back and helped his Alpha to her feet. Once he was certain she was stable he turned around and crouched in front of her.

“I’ll carry you, C.” This time he didn’t wait long. The familiar feeling of her soft skin brushing over his shoulders was enough to send his heart into a frenzy, but years of practice kept him strong—the only sign of weakness being a subtle twitch in his jaw.

The second test of his self-control came when he slid his hands under her thighs to keep her from falling. Her muscles tensed and released and the twitch in his jaw intensified.

The third test came when she rested her chin on his shoulder. At that point he could barely hold back, fighting back every instinct that told him to throw her on the grass and mold himself against her soft—

Wait a second…

“Alpha, when’s your heat coming up?” He didn’t really need an answer. He’d been around the Lupinas long enough to know when it was time to escape and C was getting dangerously close.

"Um…" Kai 's nostrils flared at the feel of her breath on his neck and he felt his control waning. "I'm probably gonna start tomorrow, now that you mention it." He heard her lick her lips and then, "Sorry. Do you…" Her arms tightened almost imperceptibly around his neck. "Would you… I-I can walk on my own if it's too much for you."

"No!" His reply came embarrassingly fast and Kai felt his ears get warm. He cleared his throat and tried again, "No, it's ok. I'll tell you when it's too much."

C hummed and relaxed against him, trusting him far more than he trusted himself in that moment. Normally he would have taken her to her heat room immediately, but judging from the state he found her in…

The way her pheromones encompassed him didn’t do his rational side any favors either.

Damn. Kai really hoped he could keep it together for long enough.

They were already near the gate when a thought occurred to him, “Do you have anywhere you want to go?” He wouldn’t be able to take her to her house since the Lupinias would be able to smell him from a mile away. Maybe Beah’s?

“Let’s go back to Beomgyu.” Kai’s steps faltered for a second, but C seemed too caught up in her thoughts to notice. He knew it was the soul bond speaking, but it still kind of stung when she didn’t say his place.

And that’s the hormones speaking. Especially considering that was his plan to begin with.

He really needed to calm down. “Alright.” His eyes glanced towards a snow bank, debating on whether or not it would be a good idea to throw himself into it. Rationality won out this time and he only hoped that would hold true in a few hours. He wondered if Beomgyu would mind him using 106’s private shower.

Probably not, but he’d ask anyway.

The walk back to hospital room 106 was uneventful—despite the insane horny levels—and Kai began distracting himself with his surroundings.

The lack of humans and Lupi alike should have been self-explanatory, but Kai wondered about their disappearance for just a second too long. Then again, the place was still positively bustling. It wasn’t like the HHL suddenly became deserted, but there was a distinct lack of bodies and the noise that typically accompanied them. Small clusters of people were scattered around the community center, speaking in hushed tones.

Fortunately the tone seemed to be light hearted. The giggles coming from a particularly excited group of girls made him smile and heated glances passed between them and a group of guys on the other side gave him a sense of loss.

The nostalgia hit him like a freight train and he had to pause to take a breath. At C’s questioning he simply shook his head and threw a smile over his shoulder. A large part of him didn’t want to bother her, but a smaller, more insidious part, told him she wouldn’t understand.

She was already an adult when the apocalypse hit—even if it wasn’t much of an adult—how could she understand what he felt like? What the loss of normal felt like?

What even was her sense of normal? In his five years with her, he’d never seen her struggle with things like the rest of them did. Even Beah had her moments of weakness, wishing for a past that could never come back.

C, however, didn’t get like that. She didn’t have breakdowns. She didn’t have nostalgia. She never talked about the past.

And he couldn’t bring it up either or he’d risk getting the cold shoulder for a few weeks. He doubted it was intentional—C liked to confront her problems—but it was hurtful nonetheless.

Another giggle echoed across the cobbled square and Kai picked up his pace.

It didn’t feel fair.

Why wasn’t she scarred like he was? Why did she get a free pass when he struggled to get out of bed? Did she even have a heart?

Ok. That last one was a bit harsh.

He scolded himself for thinking like that. If she didn’t have a heart, she wouldn’t have saved him all those years ago, and she most certainly wouldn’t have stayed with the HHL—or founded it to begin with. C was softer than anyone gave her credit for.

He felt shame wash over him, and he fought the urge to apologize for his thoughts. The apocalypse wasn’t fair to anyone, much less the girl who suddenly had to become a mother to rabid non-humans at 19.

Kai wondered how she did it.

C sighed and rested her temple on his shoulder. He knew better than anyone that she wasn't cut out to be a leader. She found it much easier to carry out whatever task Beah assigned to her than to stick around and organize a group of rabid Lupi. It was largely why she never stayed at the compound for too long.

Kai pinched his lips together and hoped that Beomgyu would be able to stabilize her a bit, though the knowledge of his adamant refusal to "become one of them" brought him down a bit.

Great. Way to over think.

At least he wouldn't be needing that cold shower anymore.

~/*\~

Ben wasn't sure he wasn't dreaming. Everything seemed real—the searing pain in his arm and thigh replacing the pinch he for sure would have given himself—but it didn't at the same time.

He had watched Kai die, but here he was in the flesh sitting in front of him, joking like they'd been separated for weeks instead of years.

What the fuck was happening?

Three hours ago he was blindfolded and handcuffed and headed to who knows where in the back of that awful jeep and now he was sitting alone in the most comfortable bed he'd ever been alone in.

It didn't feel real. But it had to be real. He didn't know what he'd do if it wasn't. He was safe for the first time in years and if he woke up tomorrow and he wasn't?

Ben held back the tears, refusing to give in to what-ifs.

For now, it was real. Kai was real. The safety was real. The fluffy bed and warm blankets were real. He wasn't going to ruin this for himself. If it turned out that none of it…

He gulped, stopping that train of thought before it got any further. He would deal with the consequences of his fantasies in the future.

A cell phone ringing snapped him out of his thoughts and he wondered if the apocalypse actually had been a dream. He watched Kai with bated breath as the younger man answered and spat something about a bee.

“Uh…” He turned to his bed bound friend, “do you mind if I leave for a bit?”

Ben shook his head even though everything in him screamed in protest. “I don’t mind. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

Kai smiled back at him and answered the one on the other line. “Yeah I’ll be right there.”

If Kai left, would that be the turn? Is that when things finally fall apart? He choked down the abrupt panic, feeling it tingle in his fingertips and somewhere above his head.

“I wonder what it was this time.” Ben felt air rush back into his lungs, blinking back tears as he tried to respond.

“What—” The emotion got caught in his throat, but luckily Kai didn’t seem to notice anything. He tried again, hoping the second attempt would be more successful, “What do you mean?” His voice cracked half-way through.

Nailed it.

Kai turned to look at him and then paused. It was uncomfortable and Ben found himself in yet another spiral, wondering if it was something he said— “Since he’s been with us, Taehyun gets in these… moods… sometimes.” Cool, cool. So Kai was just thinking. It would take a bit to get used to that. “C says he just needs some space, but…” A half hearted shrug and Ben got the distinct feeling that Kai didn’t agree with those words. “I guess it doesn’t matter: whatever Alpha says, goes.”

Ben felt his blood boil. “That doesn’t seem right.” He should have expected something like this to be happening at the HHL and yet it still took him by surprise—they were supposed to be the good guys right? It seemed not even the hope of the new era could escape the grasp of power hungry bastards. “Why does this ‘Alpha’,” you’re damn right he used air quotes, “get to decide what you do?”

He did not expect his righteous anger to be met with delirious laughter. It took Kai a few moments to calm down enough to answer his perfectly valid question. “Because she’s Alpha.” Because that made sense, how? “When you’re like us you can’t really go against an Alpha’s orders.”

Like us, huh? Whatever, Ben could take a hint. Kai clearly didn’t see them as friends any more. “Yeah? Well I have no intentions of becoming part of the hive mind you all seem to have.” Two could play at that game.

Kai once again acted in a way Ben didn’t expect, placing his hand on his injured friend’s good leg and smiling at him. A strange sense of loss hit him like a train. He knew it had been nearly half a decade since they split, but damn if he didn’t miss the old Kai—no matter how unbothered this one seemed.

“You don’t have to.” Ben looked up at his friend, confused. He quickly searched his mind to recall what he just said, expression hardening again once he caught up again. “It’ll probably make Alpha sad, but not everyone’s cut out to be Lupi.” Why would it make this Alpha chick sad?

Wait.

Cut out to be what?

…

Fuck.

He just said something insensitive didn’t he. How do you apologize for being an unintentional bastard again?

Ben scrambled for words, but nothing was connecting enough to get past his lips. “I’m going to go get her now. She’ll probably be able to explain things a lot better than me.” He watched Kai get up and close the door softly behind himself.

Damn.

He really hoped he didn’t just screw that up. Then again, Kai was still Kai, no matter how much he changed, he was still the same person…

Right?

He threw his good arm over his face and groaned into it. There were greeting cards for this, right? Something that said, “Sorry I called you a mindless bot. Even if you kind of are one, I totally didn’t mean it in a mean way.” It was the HHL, the land of plenty. He’d ask one of the nurses when they came in.

~/*\~

Just because Ben would apologize to Kai didn’t mean he wanted to apologize to C—he blatantly refused to call her Alpha, but, to his utter disappointment, it didn’t bother her as much as he’d hoped. If he was being honest, nothing seemed to affect her. She was like a brick wall.

No fun.

She did have the answers though. All the answers. He was just being a little shit when he asked about the fresh peaches she brought, but of course she had to have the answers to that too.

“Palisade.” She said, crashing through his hopes and dreams of annoying her. “There’s an old greenhouse there that I steal peaches from during the winter.”

What a bitch.

Ben conveniently looked past his own contribution to his personal annoyance. He didn’t quite understand what it was about her that made him so annoyed. If he was being honest with himself, she was perfectly nice and extremely patient. Two qualities that normally would have endeared her to him, but in this case, he found himself liking her less and less as the time passed.

Speaking of which, how long had she been sitting there? Ben glanced at the clock and was devastated to find out that she had only been hanging out with them for ten minutes.

He closed his eyes briefly, nostrils flaring. He just barely missed the poorly concealed smirk C tossed at Kai. A look that was blatantly reciprocated—he caught that one. Neither of them seemed cowed by his glare and he wasn't sure why, but he had a guess.

It was totally his show stopping good looks. Definitely not because either of them could crush him with a single pinky toe.

“So what’s this Lupi thing about? I thought you guys only had a few weeks at most before you went Were.” If he had to deal with her presence, he might as well milk her for all she was worth.

The silence was deafening. They were probably thinking, but that didn’t stop him from wondering if that last part actually came out of his mouth. He was so lost inside his mind that he once again missed the traded looks between C and Kai.

“It’s a long story.” Cool. It definitely wasn’t him. “The gist of it is: there’s a drug that keeps our emotions regulated and prevents the Were from taking over.”

He nodded and mentally hit himself. He knew about that. Kylo let it slip once when talking about the HHL’s supposed tyranny. Ben figured the stories weren’t entirely exaggerated. “So kind of like suspended animation?”

“Yeah. Almost exactly like it.” Why did she look so proud? He wasn’t a fucking kid.

Whatever. “So you have to be on the drug for your whole life?” His face scrunched up in confusion. “What’s the point of living?” This time he didn’t miss the way they glanced at each other, seemingly as baffled as he felt.

“How much do you know about Lupi?” Kai spoke first this time.

“Uh…” Ben stuttered as he mentally filed through his brief knowledge of the new world. Nocturne, and the Quickshot alliance as a whole, didn’t give him much information, preferring their bitches to be ignorant. “Werewolf bites a human. Human becomes Lupi. Lupi becomes Werewolf.”

“That’s it?” C looked incredulous. “That’s all you know?” Ben felt his blood boil beneath the surface, and he struggled to keep his thoughts inside his head. She didn’t need to know how he was abused.

His thoughts might have stayed in his brain, but his face gave him away. “That’s all I know.”

She looked angry. Why did she look so angry? “The hell were those bast–”

C’s mumbling got cut off by Kai’s enthusiastic clap. “We’re going to start with some basic knowledge!” The tall Lupus gave his Alpha a warning look. A look that wasn’t well received by the glare she sent back, but like a fucking boss he didn’t even flinch.

Ben would never admit it aloud, but holy crap they were intimidating. He had never thought of Kai as scary before, but something about the change… changed him for lack of a better word. Now he was buff as hell and about a foot taller than the last time they met. Ben was certain that even if he stood he'd have to look up at the younger man.

And C.

Damn she was scary. Did she ever smile? Was it just a bad day? Whatever it was, she was intimidating as fuck. It didn’t help that she also towered over him. Not quite as tall as Kai—she still had to look up at him—but if Ben stood, he bet that C would be his height.

…

Alright she’d probably be taller, but he wasn’t going to figure that out until he stood up and that particular activity wasn’t on his todo list for awhile.

And her face. Why did it look like that? She looked like she would top him and then toss him a towel after. He’d be a liar if he said it didn’t turn him on just a little bit— that was definitely the trauma speaking.

And he was definitely a liar. So he hated it.

The silence pulled him out of his thoughts, making him realize they had been staring at him for awhile. “What?” This really wasn’t good for his anxiety.

C shook her head when Kai glanced at her. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. Ben wished he would.

“We’ll start off with some of the more widely known facts.” Even though Ben’s eyes were firmly locked on Kai’s, he couldn’t help his mind from noticing the way C relaxed into her chair. She was wearing a loose sweater and tight fitting jeans. Her thighs could totally crush his skull.

Ben gulped.

Too loudly.

C had to look away. Was that a smile? Why was she smiling? She knew how to smile?

“You have the general facts, but Lupi can also become Lycans.” Kai’s words pulled him from his thoughts once again. But Lycans? The hell were Lycans?

“Lycans are what Werewolves were depicted like before the apocalypse.” Apparently his face asked the question for him. “They can freely shift between a wolf and a human. They’re also extremely rare.”

Ben licked his lips in thought. “Why?”

He didn’t want to stare, but the way C chewed on her tongue was downright sinful. This time he couldn’t look away when their eyes met. “Have you heard of a soul bond?” He most certainly hadn’t. “When a human is initially bitten by a Were, there’s a few things that happen.” She leaned forward and rested her elbows on spread knees, eyes still locked with his. “First: venom gets spread around the body. This stage is extremely painful, but only lasts a few seconds to a minute, depending on what kind of Were bit you. Second: the venom settles and in its place you can feel someone else.” Ben found himself riveted by her voice. Why did she have to be so ho–

Hold on.

“Some one else? Like a person?” She nodded her head.

“That’s the soul bond. It’s a…” C chewed on her tongue again and Ben hopelessly prayed it wasn’t a habit of hers. “It’s something straight out of fiction. When you’re Lupi, you can feel the other person’s emotions and, if you’re close enough,” she swallowed and looked away, leaving Ben full of questions, “you can see images of what they’re thinking.” He didn’t miss Kai’s head snapping towards C. That last part must have been news to him.

He tentatively licked his lips and asked, “I’m guessing this ‘bond’ has something to do with Lycans?”

C leaned back with a nod. “If two soul bonded Lupi bite each other, then they’ll gradually complete the change to Lycans within a few days to a few months.” Ben closed his eyes in thought. Becoming Lupi didn’t seem so bad anymore. Maybe one of them would be willing to–

“Don’t.” He glared at her wondering if he said something out loud. “We’re not gonna bite you on a whim.” Kai nodded in agreement and Ben assumed he had let his thoughts roam free. “Being Lupi isn’t a walk in the park and there’s too many obscure factors to becoming Lycan.” She sighed and rubbed her face with both hands and Ben felt the familiar annoyance bubbling under his skin.

“What’s so obscure about getting bit twice?” He met her exasperated stare with a challenging one of his own.

This time Kai answered, “There are cases where a Lupus chooses not to become a Lycan.”

What?

“Why not? Isn’t that the best outcome? No more medicine. No more fearing for your life.”

C shifted in her seat again, clearly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. Luckily for her, Kai was all too willing to answer his questions. “The soul bond isn’t about mental connection,” Oh. He could see where this was going. “It’s about a physical one.” Kai shrugged. “We’re not entirely sure why the bond exists, but it seems to be a procreation thing. Meaning one male one female.” He threw his hands up in surrender this time. “That obviously doesn’t vibe with a lot of people. Plus there’s people out there that already have someone they love. Humans don’t feel the bond anyway, so if you’re Lupi and your bond is human, there’s a huge chance they’ll reject you and once you’re rejected…”

Kai trailed off and glanced at C. She looked awful. Ben wasn’t sure why, but he nearly went feral when Kai pulled C onto his lap. He hid his distaste behind a mumbled comment about their combined weight and the flimsy chair, but it did little to stop them from being all lovey dovey.

“So which one of you got rejected? Or did you reject them?” He couldn’t completely hide his bitterness, but he didn’t feel like he said anything uncalled for. A thought which clearly wasn’t reciprocated by them.

C was definitely intimidating and the glare she was sending his way did not help one bit. It was almost physical the way his breath was sent whooshing from his lungs. “Kai doesn’t have a bond.”

Shit. He did that unintentional bastard thing again didn’t he? He could admit that it wasn’t entirely unintentional this time.

Ben opened his mouth to apologize, but C wasn’t finished. “And my bond is currently an ignorant human, so who knows if that will ever work out?” Alright, so no fucking apologies were gonna come out of his mouth.

Who did she think she was? Ben pitied the poor guy who was bonded to her for the rest of his life and made a mental note to tell whoever it was that she wasn’t worth it. It didn’t matter if she was hot or could take his breath away with a stare or if her smirk could put him on his knees.

Why was he thinking of that right now? She really didn’t like playing fair, did she? Getting in his head like that was completely against the rules.

Alright. Now wasn’t the time. He had to say something snarky back, something that would put her in her place. Uhh…

“I’m not ignorant!” He was proud of himself for almost a full second before he realized what he said.

One) He most certainly was ignorant.

Two) She wasn’t talking about you dipshit. How the fuck was he going to recover from that?

Ben turned away and could still feel the smile she was trying to hold back.

“Sure.” He narrowed his eyes in astonishment, snapping his head towards her, only to be met with the most sinful expression he’d ever seen. Her head was cocked to the side, right side of her mouth quirked up to reveal sharp canines, and eyes slited in amusement. He fought back the urge to kneel and beg when her tongue darted between her teeth.

Stop. He was supposed to be angry right now. He wouldn’t let her hold all the cards.

Ben fought with his thoughts, begging them to stay mad, but he was slowly losing his grip. The face in front of him morphed to one of his dreams. The room now dark, moonlight the only thing lighting up her mostly nude figure. It started with that hellish smirk, then a delicate hand peeling off her remaining garments, then she started crawl–

“OK!” Ben’s eyes flew open—when did he close them—musings cut short by C’s exclamation punctuated by the chair she was just sitting on, slamming against the wall behind her.

That was dramatic.

Hold on…

She was blushing.

Crap.

Why was she blushing? Did he say something out loud? He glanced at Kai, who seemed equally confused, and decided his thoughts didn’t get broadcasted. But then why was she staring at him like that?

It was scaring him. Her pupils were blown wide and the blush on her cheeks gave him a weird feeling. She looked like the women that—

Her face went white. “I– I gotta go.” She looked incredibly panicked and practically fled the room. Did he do something? Wait. He didn’t like her anyway, so why did it matter that she looked like he killed her puppy?

He chewed on his bottom lip and refused to admit anything—even to himself. His eyes slowly turned to Kai who was still staring after C. He looked just about as confused as Ben felt. “What was that?”

Kai shrugged. "Her heat's coming up. That's my guess. Maybe she just got too horny to handle it."

That was suspicious. Maybe he wasn't the only one who felt the attraction? "How do heats work?" He asked confidently. "Does she need any help?" He asked much less confidently.

That earned him a well deserved raised eyebrow, but he held his tongue, certain that his only response would be some variation of the word ‘Uh’. “She’s been Lupi for a long time, Beomgyu-형. She can handle her own heats.” Kai paused for a moment, as if debating whether or not he should share more information. Something about Ben’s pleading expression must have convinced him to share, “You wouldn’t be able to help her anyway and she’d probably be too…” The younger boy bit his lip uncomfortably. “ Lupinas get aggressive when they’re in heat and they need…” Ben felt something delightfully familiar in Kai’s bashfulness, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “They need a knot to get any kind of relief.” He whispered that word and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

Ah. It was innocence—like taking a giant gulp of cold water on a hot day. Ben smiled at Kai. Kai most certainly was still Kai.

But then a thought occurred, “Do you knot when you cum?!” He really needed to work on his impulse control. Things were never this bad at the Quickshot alliance. Somewhere in the back of his brain he wondered why that was.

Kai practically melted into a pool on the ground, sliding out of his chair, hands covering his face. Ben felt a small inkling of sympathetic embarrassment, but his desire for knowledge outweighed it. “Did she… Have you… Together?!”

Ah yes. The eloquence of a man thirsting for knowledge and nothing else.

Kai’s panicked “No!” nearly shocked him off the bed with the sheer volume of it. “We’d never–” The Lupus stumbled over his words for a moment before taking a breath to collect himself. “She’s three years older than me, and she practically raised me. Even—” He swallowed thickly. “Even if I offered, she would turn me down.”

Oh, he's definitely offered before. Ben felt a strange sense of pride. In Kai? In C? He wasn’t quite certain, but he didn’t dislike it. He sat on that knowledge for a moment before subtly asking, “Does she turn down everyone?”

Subtle. Not suspicious at all.

Kai’s eyes narrowed in his direction, but Ben conveniently disregarded it. “She does now.”

Now? So there was someone she didn’t reject.

“She slept with one guy at the start of the apocalypse. It was when I was still in a rough space, so I don’t remember all the details, but I think he got her pregnant by switching out her contraceptives. He tried to claim the Alpha title after that, but she ended up killing him.” He sounded like a bastard. No wonder she killed him.

But wait–

“What happened to the kid? Did she get an abortion? Was that even possible back then?” The idea that she could have a kid running around somewhere else didn’t really occur to him. Nothing about her screamed ‘mother’.

“Lupi can’t give birth.” Ben felt his blood run cold. “If a Lupina gets pregnant, it will be a miscarriage or stillbirth. No one’s successfully carried a kid to term.” He wondered which one C was forced to go through, but there were other questions to be answered.

“But– Then– Did she–” He shoved down his steadily growing rage. “Did that guy know?”

Kai slowly nodded. “It was pretty common knowledge back then… yeah.”

Ben found himself wishing he could have been the one to ring that guy’s neck. “How did she do it?” He was met with a confused stare so he clarified, “How did she kill him?”

“Public execution.” Kai swallowed loudly. “I think it was around then that the rumors of her being bloodthirsty started spreading.”

Understandable. Ben thought nodding in approval. He hoped the execution was as bloody as the rumors suggested. It made sense why she didn’t want to sleep with anyone else if that was her most recent experience, but then how did she get through her heats?

“I– I don’t know.” Kai covered his face again and Ben made a mental note to keep a better grasp on his thoughts.

~/*\~

C panted heavily as she raced towards her heat room, the image of herself very much naked and crawling invading every corner of her already deteriorating mind.

How embarrassing.

She knew he didn’t like her very much, but clearly that same distaste didn’t extend to her physical appearance.

Ugh.

The fact that her heat was sneaking up with enough swiftness and force to knock out a small cow almost had her crumbling in the middle of the community square. The intensity of this heat far outweighed anything she’d gone through since her first go around, and she had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with how hot and heavy her bond was. She doubted he was ready for anything more intense than thoughts though.

He obviously had some trauma from the time he had spent at Longshot, if the way he reacted to her heat glare was any indication. Completing the bond would have to wait until he knew exactly what he was getting into, and until he was in the right headspace to do it.

Now precisely when that would be, gave her plenty of concern.

C was so caught up in her musings that she almost splattered Beah across the pavement, barely forcing herself to a sliding halt mere inches away from the much smaller woman.

Beah did not even flinch. She never did, even on closer calls than this one, and C once again found herself wondering how much her mentor truly cared for her life.

“C.” The curt address snapped C out of her thoughts and she reminded herself to back up a bit. The action was met with a grateful nod as Beah continued, “We’ve finally managed to track down that gunpowder supplier thanks to that bond of yours. You’ll need to head off as soon as your heat is over.” The tiny woman glanced around C as if looking for something. “Where is he? You should complete the bond as soon as possible. That way he won’t be in any danger when he goes with you.”

“He’s not coming with me." C glared at Beah. "Why do you always assume that any other human would want to be turned immediately when you have no plans of becoming Lycan yourself?”

“I–”

“Don’t. He’ll be staying at the HHL for the foreseeable future. He has issues he needs to work through before I even attempt to bond with him.” The Lupina shook her head in disappointment. Beah was always about the research until it came to her own personal life. C wasn’t just an experiment any more, but sometimes it seemed like the ex-researcher needed an occasional reminder.

“I’ll head off in a month.” She began walking past her mentor, but paused when she realized the older woman wasn’t following. “What are you doing?” Beah spun around, eyes wide and confused. “You need to lock me in the heat room.” Recognition took over her face and she quickly caught up to her much taller counterpart.

C shortened her strides and slowed her pace so Beah wouldn’t struggle keeping up.

Their walk to the heat room was uncomfortably quiet, both women stirring in their thoughts. It wasn’t until C stepped through the large metal door that Beah finally spoke.

“I’m sorry.” It was soft and quiet and if C wasn’t Lupi she might have missed it. But she was Lupi. And she didn’t miss it. And any apology deserved a hug.

A hug that Beah uncharacteristically accepted.

At least she knew how to properly apologize.

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lucky-bishop · 7 months

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4 5 and 6 please.

Thank you, anon <3

#4. Alpha Peter bitches Stiles So, this is obviously a working title lol. I've actually been working on this one for over a year at this point, off and on when I'm not working on other projects. It's only about 3k at this point. It's exactly what it says on the tin - in an A/B/O AU, Stiles (who is an alpha) is kidnapped and turned into an omega for Alpha Peter. Definitely not a love story. Here's a snippet!

Stiles stared past Peter at the wall, horrified. Peter followed his gaze to his wall of trophies, and allowed a condescending tone to slip into his voice. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t be like that. You’re very special to me - just because you’re not my first, that doesn’t mean that you can’t be the best. I have a good feeling about you, darling. You just might be the one to do it - be the perfect little mate for me. If you could just accept your place, you’d be the last one.” At the mention of being mated to this monster, Stiles mentally renewed his efforts to fight. He wasn’t going to let Peter continue to get away with this - even if he’d be next to join that wall. He was going to escape, and he was going to ensure that Peter never had another victim. They’d done their best to train him - to break him - at the facility, but all he’d learned was how to put on a good show.

#5. Archive - Steter Valentine Exchange Ooh, this is an interesting one! As you can tell from the title, this was something I was working on for this year's Steter Valentine's Day Exchange (which I ended up writing The Empty-Nester Alpha for). It was about Claudia Stilinski and Talia Hale being college friends because they were two supernatural kids (Talia still being a werewolf and Claudia being a crow shifter). They drifted apart, but as Talia brought Peter up as left hand, he was always told to go find the Stilinskis if there was ever trouble. He comes home from college and goes to pick up Derek and Cora from school only to see the fire and find out it's too late for his family. So he goes to his local police station and they call Sheriff Stilinski, and he honors Claudia's wishes of taking in the Hales even though it's just him and crow Stiles. Stiles and Peter Do Not Get Along because they're too similar, but when Stiles' dad is in trouble and Peter helps him, they see new sides of each other.

#6. Creature Comforts Probably OOC AU where Peter is a little and very self-indulgent but puts on a very cold, professional personality. When Stiles is brought in as a consultant he sees through Peter and they end up in a caregiver/little dynamic. Peter is still a little shithead through and through, though, and has a hard time letting go. Luckily, Stiles can match him toe to toe. This is similar to #1, where I work on it every now and again when inspiration strikes or I have the time.

“But what?” Stiles says, not turning around lest he reveal the wide smile on his face. There’s a pause, like Peter is trying to decide if he’s really going to ask for this or not. His voice is quiet when he finally asks, “Can I have a goodbye kiss, please?”

Send me a number, 1-37, and I'll tell you what I can about that Teen Wolf WIP in my Google Docs.

#my writing #ask #anon #teen wolf

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alheria · 11 months

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Fresh wind on a hot day (2/9)

Jim woke up terribly sore, a bit too warm and oh, so pleased. It was officially the best sexual encounter he's ever had and for the first time in the history of his one-night stands, he didn't feel the urge to sneak out before the other person woke up to avoid the irrational embarrassment, cringy small talk and awkward goodbyes. Instead, Street grabbed Buck's wrist and pulled it further to tighten the loose hold around his naked waist, a small smile rose on his plastered to the firefighter's chest face when the man shifted to press him closer.

-Good morning. -he hummed rubbing Jim's arm, still half asleep, not ready to open the eyes and acknowledge the harsh reality of being awake. Such a nice feeling it was, however, to not wake up alone for a change, to experience the comforting weight of another body, to be held. Buck couldn't remember the last time he actually slept with someone. He could surely get used to it.

-Good indeed. -murmured the officer, tilting his head up to nuzzle the dozing off man's horribly bruised neck. -I hope I am not overstaying my welcome.

The Alpha huffed softly, wondering what made Jim as much as think he's creating some kind of inconvenience. He kissed the top of the Omega's hair and whispered:

-Of course not.

They stayed in bed for what felt like hours, but was merely twenty minutes, not talking at all, just cuddling and enjoying each-other's presence. Street could not stress enough how amazing it was, listening to a quiet heartbeat and shallow breaths while his back got fondly stroked, surrounded by a pleasant warmth and a thick mist of the most relaxing smell. He wondered if being so comfortable in a literal stranger's presence was just a part of his nature that he never previously explored, too afraid of losing his precious, masculine personality.

-I should go. -he said, not moving an inch though, his body refusing to leave the tender embrace.

-Only if by "go" you mean to shower and then downstairs for coffee. -Buck yawned, untangling himself from his lover to relieve the stiffened limbs.

-Are you trying to coerce me into staying longer? -laughed the cop as he sat up right, glancing at that beautiful, muscular, completely naked man stretching like a cat, basking in bright rays of the morning sun. Should be illegal to look so damn hot at such an early hour.

-Maybe. -smiled the firefighter, opening his sleepy blue eyes that instantly went wide. -Oh God, Jim, what happened here? -he demanded, suddenly fully awake, firmly grabbing Street's wrist. The entire external side of his upper arm was a one massive, red and purple bruise that actually seemed worse than it felt.

-I...might have hit it yesterday. -sighed the cop, lightly poking the sore flesh. -It's nothing, really. -assured, seeing how concerned Buck's gaze was.

-Hiding injuries, huh? -the Alpha shook his head disapprovingly as he got up. He couldn't judge tho, himself being a very reckless person who often ignored damage to their own body. It did, however, make his heart feel oddly heavy, the sight of Jim's ugly injury. -I guess firefighters and police officers are quite alike after all. -he joked, fetching a clean towel from the wardrobe.

Street quickly closed the short distance between them, wrapped his arm around the surprised man's waist, pressing their shirtless chests together.

-Don't you ever say such profanity out loud again. -he barked, with the free hand painfully squeezing the prominent bite on Buck's shoulder. This must have been the source of blood in his mouth last night. -Shower together? -proposed, making the firefighter's eyes darken and his dick twitch. Not waiting for a clear answer, he clashed their lips in a greedy kiss and, minding the ankle contusion, let himself be slowly guided towards the bathroom.

The warm water felt incredible on the sticky with old sweat bodies as their tongues danced, hands lazily roamed the muscular backs, Jim's partially pressed to the cold tiles. He pushed his hips forward, giving the younger man a clear signal that his already fully erect penis requires attention.

-You're pretty fucking big for an Omega. -Buck observed, tightly wrapping his large palm around both hard shafts. A deep groan escaped him when he began to stroke them painfully slowly, forcing beautiful sounds out of his aroused lover.

-And you're pretty fucking obedient for an Alpha. -Jim responded, shamelessly sucking onto the exposed neck, suggestively groping that perfect, muscular ass as he further bruised the sensitive flesh. -If you allow me, I'll fuck you one day, I'm pretty good at it. -added, pulling away to look into the foggy, blue eyes.

-Let me be the judge. -snorted the firefighter, reaching for a small bottle standing on the nearby shelf. -Do it. -he ordered, shoving the container into the cop's hand. The confused older man glanced at the mysterious object. It was lube.

Fuck. Yeah.

Shaking with excitement, he quickly opened the bottle and generously coated his fingers. Waiting for them to move towards his needy hole, Buck rested his forehead on Jim's shoulder while still jerking them off. He didn't bottom often and never for an Omega before, but Street's huge dick looked like it would feel heavenly inside him. And that confident attitude? So fucking hot.

The officer swiftly lined up his fingers with the opening and, accompanied by quiet moans, pushed one inside. Buck shivered violently at the intrusion, which nearly costed Jim his sanity, being already brutally overwhelmed by the fact he's finally found a rare male Alpha open to taking dick. It didn't take long for a second finger to fit, the younger man must have been no stranger to anal, nicely stretching around the digits, slowly stroking the aroused cocks he blissfully relaxed in his lover's embrace, who peppered his bitten shoulder with tender kisses.

-We don't have a condom. -sighed Jim, nudging Buck's neck. They really should've gotten one before going to fuck in the shower.

-Ugh...behind the mirror. -whined the firefighter, reluctantly letting go of their joined shafts and moving aside, so the other man can reach the shelf. Street swiftly dealt with the issue, a few seconds later was already standing behind his lover, rubbing the twitching hole with more lube, simultaneously spreading the liquid on his covered penis.

-You good? -asked, caressing the muscular back as he lined himself up. Buck only nodded, barely audible please escaped his wet lips soon parted by a loud groan when the cop suddenly pushed into him, the wide cock effortlessly spread the entrance and easily disappeared in the contracting insides.

It felt so powerful, railing a strong Alpha moaning beautifully like a fucking Omega with each rough thrust, his hips trembling under the tight grip, leaning on the wall in fear the wobbly legs decide to give out. Jim absolutely loved being in control, even though his genetic makeup didn't necessarily agree. Clouded by raw ecstasy, he enjoyed every second of pounding that burning, chiseled body shaking like a fragile leaf. Impossibly turned on, the officer grabbed Buck's neglected penis and began to jerk it, speeding his moves to bring his lover to the edge. At that point, the firefighter's mind was blank, all he could sense was the lukewarm water hitting his skin and jolts of pleasure sparkling from his prostate being constantly grazed by Street's fat dick.

-Come for me, Alpha. -Jim demanded, feeling his orgasm quickly approach. The younger man mumbled something incoherent before he spasmed violently, cumming all over the wall as the Omega buried himself deep inside, twitching from the force of his own release. Still coming inside, he leaned over heavily panting Buck, wrapped an arm around him and just stayed there, laying gentle kisses on his neck, holding them close until they were both ready to part.

---

-Can I ask you something rather personal? -inquired the firefighter, handing Street a cup of fresh coffee as they found themselves downstairs, Jim sat on the couch with an ice pack on the resting on a pillow ankle the two of them somehow forgot was injured before engaging in physically demanding activity, therefore now stung terribly. It was so odd how not awkward at all has their morning been. They woke up, cuddled in bed, had hot shower sex and then simply got dressed while casually talking about their plans for the rest of the week, as if they knew each-other for years, not for literally twenty-four hours. And somehow, none of it felt wrong.

-Shoot. -the cop agreed, watching Buck take a sit next to him, a nervous glow visible in his blue eyes.

-Why couldn't I smell you the first time we met? -he wondered. -I was able at the bar, but not before.

-Oh, that. -chuckled the officer, averting his gaze towards the dark, steaming liquid. He didn't mind clarifying, however, it was still a sensitive subject he preferred to avoid if possible. -Um...whenever an Omega joins police force, military or whatever "Alpha typical" field, they are offered temporary scent suppressants. I always take them before work, that's why you didn't smell me. The effect washed out during the day and eventually the scent came back, as you can clearly tell by now. -he explained, tightening the hold around the mug, painful burning easily muted the unwanted feelings flooding his chest. It always made him emotional, thinking about how hiding his true self is, and forever will be, an essential part of his life. -It's not mandatory, taking those meds, but you know...makes our lives easier when people think we are Betas.

Which was something he learned the hard way back in the academy as the only Omega in his class. The harsh words from his peers were somewhat easy to swallow, being well-used to hateful comments since the very day he presented, although what they did to him on a one random, gloomy Monday broke something inside him, made his mind despise with passion the fact he was not born "normal" or "better". Made him wanna disappear.

-I like the way you smell. -Buck whispered as he moved closer, reassuringly squeezed Jim's tense thigh, sending a pleasant, calming vibrations down his spine, because that's how being comforted by an Alpha often felt. He got that knowledge from his close friendship with Luca. -Like fresh wind on a sunny morning.

-I smell like...fresh wind on a sunny morning? -Street frowned, shooting the firefighter a puzzled look. It was perhaps the first time someone described his scent, although he would have never expected it to be such a nice fragrance. -You missed your calling as a poet, Buck? -he snorted, causing the other man to laugh in a really fucking adorable manner, like if he was high on joy or something. It made Jim desire to make that guy even happier.

-Hot summer afternoon. -he said after taking a good minute to think about it. -You smell like hot summer afternoon.

And oh, Buck's face just lit up, a wide smile rose on his glowing face as he looked at the officer with pure admiration. He set his drink on the table, did the same with Street's mug, who didn't protest, slightly confused and fairly curious about what was happening. The Alpha then kneeled over the stretched legs, firmly cupped the cop's cheeks, and with utter seriousness in his voice asked:

-Did you just call me hot?

-No?! -Jim giggled, absolutely caught off guard by the ridiculous question, laughing further as Buck smooched his face while the large hands travelled down, easily slipped under the borrowed shirt and started exploring the naked flesh.

-Oh, I am pretty sure you did. -he hummed, pulling the material over Street's head, already gazing at him like he was a fucking snack. -Third time's a charm, isn't that right, you shameless flirt?

Jim didn't even bother to answer that.

---

Fourteen hours. Fourteen hours they spent together, and it was fucking mental, because who does willingly spend that much time in a stranger's house? The craziest part was, after all this time, Street didn't event want to leave, he was truly enjoying himself in Buck's relaxing presence. And sex was great too.

Once he found his phone long forgotten under the bed, and realized how many calls and texts he missed, the firefighter drove him back to Luca's, where the cop has been crashing for a while now. It was fairly unheard of, an Omega being platonic roommates with an Alpha, but they just...clicked, treated each-other as brothers from the day one. There was never any romantic chemistry between them, and the older man was actually openly aromantic, so they happily coexisted in their shared household without any weird emotions involved.

The ride was quiet, not really awkward, but some odd tension clearly lingered in the air, growing in strength the closer to the destination they were.

-Can I ask you out on a proper date whenever we're both free? -asked nervously Buck after he helped Jim get out of the car, firmly holding his smaller hand, the other entangled in the brown hair behind the ear, thumb gently caressing the soft jaw. Street's chest was so tight, he could barely breathe, oddly anxious about them parting ways, but at the same time overjoyed by the offer.

-I mean, you can surely try. -he teased, reaching for the back of the younger man's neck, pulling him down to press a feather-light kiss on his blushing cheek. -It was a pleasure to meet you, Buck. See ya. -he whispered, and without further ado, carefully watched by the firefighter, limped towards the building and quickly disappeared behind the door.

Where some intense meeting seemed to be in progress.

-Hi there, Jim. We were just about to call the police, nice timing. -informed Chris, intense fire raging in her dark eyes. She and Luca were sitting in the living room, casually drinking beer at 10AM on a Wednesday. -Details please.

Details, huh?

-No idea what you're talkin' 'bout. -he mumbled despite being covered in bruises, fucking glowing, and wearing a too large shirt that was clearly not his.

-Street. Don't make it harder than it needs to be. -chuckled Luca, patting the empty spot next to him where the officer obediently sat, accompanied by a deep sigh. What was he supposed to say? That he had possibly met the most incredible guy out there and kinda wants to have a relationship with him, or that he had the best sex of his life and somehow managed to fuck an Alpha? He would never hear the end of it.

-He's amazing. -concluded, throwing his head onto the backrest to not look anyone in the eyes. -Really fucking amazing.

-Fuck me, are you blushing Street?! -exclaimed Chris, not believing in what she's seeing.

-Fuck off, I am not! -he laughed, covering the flushed face with his hands. It was so embarrassing. As a grown man, a fucking SWAT member, he should not be blushing over some cute guy he had a hot one-night-stand with, maybe a date if the firefighter reaches out. Maybe.

-You totally are! -she gasped, suddenly getting up from the armchair to sit by her friend. -Are you gonna see him again? -Chris grinned, wrapping her arm around Jim's, itching all over from curiosity, the need to know everything fueled by the questionable state of his neck. He was always very protective about it, would never allow just anyone to touch it, let alone bite it. There must have been something really special about that Alpha dude, and she was not going to leave without finding out what exactly.

Street only smiled, feeling longing pleasantly squeeze his racing heart.

-God, I hope so.

---

After the interrogation finally ended and satisfied with answers Chris went home, Jim found himself lying in his bed, exhausted by the lengthy conversation and the unexpected flood of various feelings that reappeared after staying dormant for many, many years.

It was scary, terrifying even how a seemingly innocent encounter so heavily influenced his whole mindset. Made him re-evaluate his needs and rethink the personal goals that were solely career-oriented for as long as he could remember. It was always about joining SWAT, proving he is capable enough to become a respectable officer regardless of being in physical disadvantage. And he absolutely managed to do just that.

So what now?

Street was never particularly interested in the concept of dating, not mentioning starting a family. From time to time, he would hook up with some unsuspecting male Betas, but avoided seeing them more than once due to this internal repulsion he had. His brain subconsciously kept blocking the ability to develop romantic feelings towards anyone who was not an Alpha. What was very problematic, because Jim avoided them religiously. Just an idea of being "domesticated" made him wanna throw up, and finding someone who would admire or even tolerate his dominant side and athletic physique without developing an urge to change him seemed impossible. So it was better to not try. Disappointment is a bitch.

Which kind of brings up a question of why the hell did he hit on Buck in the first place, knowing well in advance he was an Alpha?

By all means, Street did not listen to his Omega instincts like ever, but for some unknown reason he couldn't stop himself. Every cell in his body wanted to chase after that beautiful firefighter who saved his ass. And now, didn't want to let go of him.

No man before made Jim feel this way, conflicted, vulnerable, greedy. Buck is just so fucking perfect for him, there surely must be something horribly wrong with this guy, hiding underneath that pristine facade. A shockingly dark secret that would ruin the image of a friendly, bright, respectable Alpha the second it spilled. But to Street, it didn't matter. He was not flawless himself, barely containing his own horrible truth stuffed deep inside. Perhaps the two of them were actually destined to meet, the world finally realized how much he struggles and decided to put someone compatible on his bumpy path, give him a chance to at last fall in love. Have a happy ending. What seemed unreal because Jim seriously thought he cannot possibly be loved.

And then he got an unexpected text message.

And realized he might be completely wrong.

#m/m smut #ao3fic #m/m #9 1 1 fanfiction #SWAT fanficiton #Buck x Jim #omegaverse fanfiction #omegaverse

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moonlit-jeno · 3 years

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friends (m.)

pairing: lee jeno x fem reader

genre: explicit sexual content | omegaverse | heat sex | unprotected sex | some name calling

words: 3.6k

don’t like don’t read :)

“Your heat’s coming up.” Jeno says, point blank in between bites of his apple. You just nod, taking a break from your notes to side eye him. It’s not odd for him to know intimate details of your life- you do make sure to keep him updated on your cycle just so that he can send you the notes for the days you miss - but it’s not exactly a common subject for the two of you. “Who are you spending it with?”

There are still 13 powerpoint slides for you to grind through, but you figure a small break won’t hurt. Might as well use the conversation topic for something good, aka a reason to slam your laptop shut. You turn to Jeno, giving your best friend your full attention, and take the iced coffee right out of his hand. He doesn’t protest. “No idea. Would call Jaemin but he’s ‘found the one’ or something, so I’ll probably just spend it by myself.”

“By yourself?” Jeno’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as if you’ve just admitted to committing a sin. It’s not like the concept isn’t unheard of, there’s a market full of toys to help you through it. “Isn’t that dangerous?” You shrug and take a sip of the coffee, offering him your smoothie in exchange. He takes a sip and then bites down on your straw. His entire face scrunches and he yanks his face away from the beverage. He pulls the straw up, inspecting the now soggy and dented object with disgust. “Fuck, what is this made out of?”

“Paper.” You huff a laugh out through your nose, taking your smoothie back. “And I mean, it’s not any more dangerous than spending your heat with the wrong person. Plus, my heats get kind of… intense.” If Jaemin sleeping for three days straight and limping after is anything to go by, both parties take the short end of the stick. You’d felt so bad after and apologized to him profusely, but he had just thrown you his signature dazzling grin and told you that drowning in pussy was exactly the way he envisioned himself dying. He definitely didn’t complain about the brownies you’d baked him as a ‘thank you’, though.

“Spend your heat with me.” The bold request has your brain malfunctioning, at a loss for where to even start reacting to his statement. You just stare at him, mouth opening and closing repeatedly while he returns the gaze earnestly. “Look, it makes sense, right? I know you better than anyone, and you already trust me. Plus if they’re as intense as I’ve heard they are, you need someone there.”

You frown, opening your laptop up and staring blankly at the screen just to avoid having to look at Jeno. It does make sense to have him there with you, and it’s not like he’s the worst person to have sex with. Plenty of people around campus have delighted in talking about their nights with Jeno, dreamily telling you how lucky you are to have him and falling deaf to your insistence that the two of you aren’t like that. Plus, you’re not blind and even if you’re not the cute couple everyone thinks you are, you can admit that he’s hot.

“Wait, hang on. What do you mean ‘heard’ about? What shit is Na Jaemin saying?” Jeno’s shoulders shake with his laughter at your sudden concern. “I mean, he didn’t say anything, but that was kind of the problem. He didn’t show up to practice for like a week and when he finally did, he looked like he’d been mauled. Coach had to bench him.”

Your heart drops slightly at hearing that Jaemin’s soccer had been affected. He hadn’t told you that. “Oh.” The guilt must show on your face because Jeno is quickly soothing you, making sure to tell you that they all found Jaemin’s state funny. “Okay, wait. Wouldn’t you have the same problem if you help me?”

“It’s off-season. So, what do you say?” Jeno waits for your response expectantly, eyes soft, curious. “You can say no, y/n. I don’t want to pressure you at all, I’m just letting you know that it’s an option.” “I’ll think about it.” And you do. A concerning amount.

You spend that night tossing and turning, trying and failing to shut your brain off. Worries about ruining your friendship and about hurting Jeno bounce around your brain no matter how much you try to stop thinking about it. What if something bad happens during it? What if you never talk again? And worst of all is your brain telling you that he doesn’t actually want you specifically, he just wants to be with an omega in heat. You’re just convenient.

That thought actually makes you cry and you wrap your blankets even tighter around yourself, sobbing weakly into your pillows. In an effort to distract your wandering mind you grab for your phone, opening instagram to find an influx of dm’s from Jeno. It calms you a bit, the messages ranging from cute dogs to absolutely cursed memes, and you smile softly at the reminder that he’s your best friend, and that he definitely cares about you. Biting your lip, you hesitate for only a few moments before typing out a “you can help”, hitting send before you can second guess it. You lock your phone and set it face down on the dresser, thankfully finding sleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

It’s hot when you wake up, clothes clinging to your skin uncomfortably. Peeling your shirt off only gives you relief for a moment but then the sticky heat is back full force. You whimper in misery, trying to snuggle back into your bed for at least some comfort, but you find that the corner of your fitted sheet has come up, the rest of your blankets on the floor. There’s only one pillow near you and it’s soaked in sweat. You panic slightly, frantically yanking your sheets back onto the bed and trying to fluff them up as much as possible, only calming down once the bedding has been fixed to your liking. Only once you’ve settled down in the plushness of your blankets do you have a moment of clarity.

“Oh shit.” You shoot up and search for your phone, dropping it once before finally managing to open the correct app. There’s a few messages from Jeno that you don’t bother looking at, going straight for the ‘call’ button. He picks up on the third ring.

“Hello?” He sounds groggy, like he’s just woken up, and a flash of heat runs through you at the low tone. “Why are you calling me at 5 a.m?”

You manage to stop fantasizing about your best friend long enough to choke out the word “Heat.” It comes out pathetic and whiny and you pause to clear your throat, trying to keep a clear head as well. “I’m sorry, my heat came early and I wanted to call you but you can go back to bed, I didn’t realize-”

“Fuck, okay, I’ll be over in 10.” Jeno cuts off your rambling with a swear, some rustling in the background accompanying his words.

“Thank you.” You whisper, setting the phone down and curling up in bed, trying not to focus on how agonizingly slow the time is passing.

Jeno’s looking down at his shoes when you open the door, kicking idly at the door mat and fidgeting with the bag in his hands, though his head snaps up when he notices you. The smile on his face falters when he inhales, turns a little strained as he gets a taste of your heat, and you honestly give him props for the amount of restraint he has. It’s definitely more than you have, at least, because you’re on him the second he’s inside. He ends up sandwiched between you and the door, bag dangling precariously in one hand while he envelopes you in his strong arms. You don’t (can’t) do anything besides bury your face in his chest and whimper, knowing exactly what you want but being too needy and fuzzy to remedy it.

“Jeno, it hurts.” You whimper and lift your face to nose along the skin just above the collar of his shirt, finding that while the skin to skin contact helps, it doesn’t fully relieve the heat scorching through you, the dull ache screaming for Jeno to take you already. “Please…” He holds you closer to his chest, encasing you fully in his scent, and picks you up bridal style. “I’ve got you baby, don’t worry.”

Being around Jeno does help to ease your stress, but it also serves to make you needier. The warm scent that you’ve grown to associate with the man is stronger than you’ve ever smelled it and it’s making you lose your mind more and more by the second. You’re worried that you’re drooling by the time he sets you down on your bed. He pauses to drop the bag he’s holding on the floor, and then he’s on top of you, strong arms caging you in.

The first kiss is soft, chaste. It would be cute if you weren’t so fucking needy, but you are and it’s just not enough. Unsatisfied, you thread your fingers through his hair and tug, nipping at his bottom lip and tilting your head to the side to get a deeper angle. A groan rumbles in his chest and he returns the kiss with more intensity, trying to take control again. You don’t let him, even if every instinct in your body is screaming at you to just submit.

Jeno shifts on top of you, scooting so that he can fully lay down between your legs. You wrap your limbs around him on instinct, pulling him as close as you possibly can and- oh. The close proximity means that you feel everything when he grinds down, and the feeling of having him so close to where you need him has any semblance of control that you had draining out of your body. You gasp pitifully, annoyance clawing at you from the amount of fabric blocking you from what you want.

“Please,” You almost sob, tugging at his shirt while trying to grind your lower half against his, the pressure of his cock against your center making your eyes roll. Jeno pulls back to yank his shirt off and then he’s back, hands sliding down your body to your panties, tugging the fabric down as far as he can before he growls in frustration and just rips the fabric in half.

“Shit, you’re so wet.” Jeno moans in awe, breaking the kiss yet again to marvel at your pussy. “Bet I could just slip right in.” He drags his fingers through the slick on your upper thighs, eyes glued between your legs. You’re just about to complain when he finally presses his fingers into you. The initial relief has you moaning sweetly, though it quickly turns to impatient pleas for his cock. You clench around his fingers, reaching a hand down to palm over where he strains against his sweats.

“I need you to fuck me.” You beg, looking at him with what you hope is a convincing expression. “Please Jen, I need you.” “You have me.” He promises you, flicking his wrist faster, curling his fingers just right. “I’m right here baby.” It’s sweet, and under normal circumstances it would be enough, but right now it’s not what you need and the frustration has you on the brink of tears.

You buck your hips and try to arch up as if it’ll magically make him slip in, but Jeno remains as patient and controlled as ever. It’s too hot and every part of your body is screaming for him to fuck you, for him to claim you, and his refusal is killing you. “Alpha please, I need you.”

He absolutely snarls, pinning down your wriggling body with one hand around your throat. The other hand stays between your legs where it continues to strike pleasure into every single nerve ending you have, adding to the fire already coursing through your veins. “What you need is to take what your Alpha’s giving you. You’re not in charge here, okay?” With his face pressed so close to yours you have no choice but to make direct eye contact, staring straight into the most intense gaze you’ve ever seen. His pupils are blown out so wide that his eyes are almost black. Unable to tear your eyes away and as if in a trance, you find yourself nodding. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Good girl. Now listen to your Alpha and cum.”

It happens almost instantaneously, as if his words were directly connected to a trigger, your body exploding just as soon as the words leave his mouth. Your entire body locks up, mind going blank as the immense pleasure takes hold of you, leaving you clawing at his back and screaming silently into the air.

The orgasm only serves to thicken the haze in your mind, clouding any thoughts that aren’t related to the Alpha above you and his cock. It takes a moment for your eyes to finally come back into focus enough to make out your surroundings, and you’re greeted by the sight of Jeno with his fingers in his mouth, sucking your essence off of his digits. You’re burning so hot, so much hotter than you think you’ve been before, and it’s hard for you to function. All you can think about is his cock.

“Please,” You beg, swatting at him weakly. “Alpha please, I need you so bad.”

There’s no way that Jeno isn’t being affected by the pheromones clouding the air, but he manages to appear unbothered, his actions rough but nowhere near as desperate as yours. He just laughs lightly at your begging. “Aww, baby needs me?” The rhetorical question is punctuated by a slap, his hand coming down on your pussy hard enough to draw a yelp from you, thighs closing on his hand in a conflicting attempt to relieve the pressure from the hit and keep his hand on your cunt. He laughs meanly and pulls his hand away, drawing back slightly to spit onto your already soaking pussy, rubbing the spit into your skin while he talks. “This pussy belongs to me, yeah? You’re mine now.” Jeno leans down, mouth at your neck so that he can bite at the skin. “That means that I can do whatever I want with you.” You can’t speak, can’t even begin to think about what you should say in this situation. He presses a kiss to your jaw before pulling back and uses his free hand to turn your head so that you make eye contact with him. “Tell Alpha what you need.” “Need Alpha in me.” You beg, plead, flipping yourself over onto your hands and knees and arching your back, presenting yourself to him. “Need your knot, need you to fill me up, breed me, Alpha please-” Your sentence is cut off by his cock slamming into you, the filthy sound being drowned out by his groan. You gasp in relief, breathy thank you’s leaving you with each powerful thrust he delivers. His cock stretches you out so well, makes you go dizzy with the relief of finally having him in you. Your elbows give out nearly instantly, your chest hitting the mattress, and Jeno takes instant advantage of the new position to pull your hips even higher into the air.

It’s so good- almost too good- and it leaves you drooling and clawing at the sheets. All you can focus on is how well he’s fucking you, how he’s going to fill you up so well, breed you like he was meant to.

You scream when he pulls out, alarm bells going off as your body instantly protests. It only lasts a second though, Jeno’s hands never leaving your body as he flips you onto your back.

“Couldn’t see you,” Jeno pants out, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth and pushing back in, returning back to the brutal rhythm he had before. It has your eyes rolling in your head at how fucking good he feels. “My pretty baby, taking everything I give her.”

He’s got you so fucked out that you don’t even realize your tongue is hanging out of your mouth until he pinches it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it out even more. “You love my cock, hmm? You love everything I give you.” The pad of his thumb rubs over your tongue, the sensation making your toes curl and tears slide down your cheeks. “Such a fucking needy omega, isn’t that right?” He tugs on your tongue, your head following his actions as he leads you into nodding.

Jeno laughs and lets go of your tongue, dropping his face down to kiss at your neck. He sucks mark after mark into your skin, licking over each one to soothe it after, until he finally gets to your most sensitive, vulnerable spot. Even just the feeling of him close to your mating mark has your entire body aching for it, your neck craning to the side and pushing into his touch. The leverage you get from your legs wrapped around his waist has him pushing even deeper into you and you can feel his knot at your entrance, not quite fully swollen but definitely getting there. It has you absolutely keening, the thought of being so totally owned making you desperate.The sweet drag of his cock along your walls paired with the absolute filth he’s spewing has your body locking up with no warning, your orgasm ripping through you. You arch off the bed, the action only pushing you further onto his cock.

“God y/n, fuck!” Jeno curses, slamming his hips into you with even more force, his knot popping into your entrance and forcing the neediest sound you’ve ever made to leave your lips. You desperately wrap your limbs around him, trying to get him even closer, digging your heels into his ass to push him further inside. He grinds his hips against you one, two, three more times before he shudders, teeth clamping down right on your sweet spot as he comes. Jeno seems to come forever, filling you up with delicious warmth, making your body purr in satisfaction. He finally comes down, having the clarity of mind to tip the two of you onto your sides so that he doesn’t crush you when he collapses. He still tugs you close, arm thrown around your body possessively, his chin resting atop of your head.

“Told you it was intense.” You laugh out, trying to break the silence in the room. The heat’s subsided for now, but you’re still barely in your mind, and you have no idea how long the break will last.

He huffs out a laugh, chest shaking against you. “I understand Jaemin now.” His hand pets over your back, sliding up to the back of your neck and scratching lightly at the skin there. “You alright?” “Mhmm, yeah. Perfect.” His fingertips press lightly against the mating mark, sending sparks shooting down your spine, and it has your head spinning. You try to adjust yourself against him in an effort to keep your cool, but moving has his cock shifting inside of you and you sleepily grind against him, not thinking. Jeno hisses and tightens his grip on you to keep you still, but the way he grabs your leg has him shifting inside of you and pressing against all the right places. Heat floods through you and your grinding turns more urgent.

“Ohgod,” You moan, finding enough strength to push Jeno flat on his back. Your body has a mind of its own and you find yourself bouncing desperately on his cock. His knot has you locked into place and you’re barely able to move, but you can still swirl and grind your hips against him, feel the delicious friction of his knot against your entrance. “Alpha, it feels so good.”

“Fuck, look at you. So fucking knotdrunk, hmm? Can’t get enough.” Jeno shakes his head, laughs in a way that’s meant to mock you but it comes out strained. His hands are heavy on your ass, squeezing and slapping to feel the way it jiggles, to feel the way you clench around him with every hit. You throw your head back and let him do as he pleases, losing yourself entirely in how full you feel, in how good his knot feels in you. He buries his face into your chest, moving one hand from your ass to play with your tits, his mouth wasting no time in marking the delicate skin up.

“Shit baby, gonna make me cum again.” His lips seal over your mating mark again in a sloppy kiss and that’s exactly the final push that you need, your eyes rolling back and your tongue lolling out as your cunt spasms around him, orgasm ripping through you almost painfully. Jeno groans as well, hand flying to your back to pull you as close as possible, and his knot pulses inside of you as you swear you feel more cum shoot out.

He shudders against you, tight grip finally relaxing, though he still keeps you anchored to his chest. You follow suit, collapsing against him. A tired moan leaves you and you let yourself relax, lips absentmindedly mouthing at his skin. His hand pets your back soothingly, touch heavy and sluggish, and the last thing you feel before you fall asleep is his lips on your forehead.

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