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inkyquince · 2 years

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BLOOD OF THE CONVENANT IS THICKER THAN THE WATER OF THE WOMB Jordan x PC x Sydney

My first entry for the Omega Hunt Collab!

content warning. Dubcon, Coercion, Brat! Corrupt Sydney, talk about past noncon turned dubcon turned con, knotting, breeding, threesome, GUILT, mentions of violence. 3.7k words

Growing up, it had always been hard to get a good look at the moon. Bailey had taken their job as the jailer very seriously so it had always been hard to see it behind tinted windows and bars on the outside. It had always looked vague, foggy, as if you were trying to get a glimpse of a shiny 10 pence that had fallen down a sewer grate. You always firmly told yourself that the first night of freedom you got, you were going to make sure to take in its beauty.

The moon looming, bright and luminous, shedding a clear light on the forest was a stab in the back. You had waited so long for this, to be bathed in the brilliant silver night, yet the moon's very light made every single one of your friends, crying and afraid visible. It was like it was going out of its way to highlight the lot of you.

You could still hear the faint sounds of whimpers and footsteps, coming from every direction. The omegan stereotype of being brainless little things disgusted you but now? You felt vitriolic anger at the fact that the same people you grew up with, hardier than anyone expected were being far too obvious with their location. Hell, you stumbled over your old room mate, curled up and crying as if just waiting for someone to come and help.

Not that you were better off.

Dread coated your skin, making the cold night even cooler. You knew that your heat pheromones' were making you stink, leaving a clear trail to you but still you stumbled onwards, just wanting to put as much distance between you and the alphas emerging onto the hunting grounds.

You had been an early bloomer for an omega and your first heat was totally unexpected, to the point Bailey had another omega drag you to the top floor, as far away from his office as possible as to not stink the place up anywhere near him. Usually, your heat had you overheating, shaking and whining. At one point, to your mutual disgust, you tried to present yourself to Bailey when he came to force suppressants down your throat. He did take a beat longer to look away from your drooling hole but that was typical alphas for you.

But this time?

Instead of struggling to move like so many of your peers, overheating to point you'd have to peel your clothes off, you had never felt colder in your life. You could feel the heat prickling just below your skin, but the feeling of being watched, being tracked had goosebumps rise on your skin.

And despite the moon overlooking all, in this damned town, silver giving way to a deep red, you had an unnerving feeling that it's gaze wasn't the only one on you.

A new scent permeated the area, almost immediately soothing you against your better judgment. It was warm, like the smell of a cooked meal coming from the kitchen. Well looked after books, that incense that would be carried over by the breeze from the Temple. A claim.

What was a mated Omega doing here?

The sound of soft footsteps creeping closer should have kicked back into high alert but foolishly, you relaxed, comfort washing over you with ease.

A blond head of hair peeked out from behind a bush, followed by a pair of squinting eyes, as if they were struggling to keep you in focus. It took you a moment before recognizing him.

Sydney, one of the older boys who was taken away last year to participate in the hunt. He stood out from the rest, his father almost always coming to visit him while being kept under Bailey's thumb. The others always looked on, forlorn as Sirris and Sydney spent time in the garden or in the living room, the friendly beta being one of the few parents to keep ties with their child. You also... Heard some rumors that Sydney had a soft spot for you, the kind heavily dissuaded in omegas.

But here he was. Had he hidden out in the woods this long? Unlikely, he looked well taken care of. Hair clean with nary a speck of dirt on him. In fact... He was wearing new clothes, not the hand-me-downs from long-gone omegas.

Sydney didn't seem perturbed by your staring. No, he was too wrapped up in his own joy.

"Thought I caught your scent!" The lanky lad flailed a bit to scramble out of his hiding place, trotting over with the same look of open warmth in his eyes, as if no time had passed at all.

"You thought... My... Sydney, what are you doing here?" Your thoughts tripped over each other, your circumstances and surroundings melting away, just like it used to when you two lived together.

Sydney's smile faltered a bit but he brushed it off, instead grabbing your hands tightly, thumbs running over your knuckles. He gave you a once over, eyes focusing on your neck, both sides before slowly dropping to your bare legs, searching for something that wasn't there.

"Just in time." Sydney finally ceased his analysis and gave you a smile, grip not lessening. "I was worried that someone else would get you."

You finally noticed his scent was marred with something else, not just the way it had been tinged by a mating bite. Sweet, syrupy. A scent you weren't familiar with, your old home not being an ideal place for omegas to seek out... That.

He was aroused. You could smell the slick. Sydney was aroused and was not letting go of you.

Your reality came crashing down. All at once, the fog lifted, and you felt the cold again, the heat purring underneath your skin, the sweat cascading down your back. The pine needles digging into your feet.

"No, no, don't be scared." Sydney stepped even closer, right into your space. "It's okay, I want to get you to safety, please, please trust me-"

"Trust us, beloved." Both you and Sydney were startled by the sudden emergence of someone else, slightly out of breath.

Sydney's shift in scent alerted you that they were slightly sour at this intrusion between the two of you before they recovered, lowering your hands but not letting go. Worst of all, you recognized the new scent. Even from half the clearing away, you could pick up the joined scent between them.

They were who claimed Sydney last year.

He was also not what you expected of an alpha.

Covered fully by conservatory clothes, the only skin shown were the glimpses of his fingers tips and everything above the collarbone. His blond hair held back neatly, with intensely clear blue eyes, rivaling the leering moon in their brightness.

His gaze flicked between the two of you before settling on Sydney, and he drew closer.

"Beloved, you ran off. I almost lost you." His smile was lovingly, soft, and he trailed his hand over Sydney's arm.

Sydney just gave a hum, not breaking eye contact with you. With a sigh, his alpha turned towards you, his smile not changing from the loving one for his mate.

"Do not be afraid. We came to save you from a terrible fate at the hands of these people. My name is Jordan."

You could smell the Temple on him. You could smell Sydney.

Despite not getting any response from you, he nodded, as if to himself and glanced around.

"It would be better if we abscond. We wouldn't want any of those brutes chasing you down." Jordan moved to put his arm over your shoulder but Sydney blocked him off, his own arm around you in seconds. Jordan's eyes flashed with something before looking back over where they both appeared from.

Sydney practically dragged you along. Now that he was closer, you could properly scent him. He stunk of arousal. It was weird, Sydney always was devout, and whenever the topic of what the omegas were held for popped up, he flushed and ran to his room. During his heats, the usual bag of toys Bailey leaves outside the dorm doors were totally neglected, left against the side of the door. Sydney always tried to pretend his heat wasn't happening, swallowing down his suppressants and trotting back downstairs, faux cheery smile on and stinking of slick. It got so bad towards the end, Bailey backhanded Sydney out of anger, so hard his glasses went flying and one lens was badly cracked.

Speaking... Of...

"Syd." You whispered, needing to put more and more of your weight on him, your knees weak as your group walked. "Where's your glasses?"

You barely noticed Jordan's shoulders tensing up as he overheard you. Sydney, however, gave a snort.

"Oh yeah. Haven't worn those in a while. Isn't that right, Jordan?"

The priest didn't respond, just hunching his shoulders.

You knew he was waiting for you to ask further, but there was a sour scent creeping into the air. Guilt. Regret... Desire. Sydney seemed blind to your discomfort, pressing you closer against his side as the scent of slick grew headier.

"They were already kinda broken but during the hunt? Stood no chance."

"Sydney, please." Jordan begged, suddenly looking over his shoulder, in clear distress.

"Jordan's way rougher than you would expect, right? My glasses were beyond crushed, all cause of the way he tackled me." He carried on, as if he didn't hear his alpha.

"Sydney, not now." Jordan's voice was tinged with panic, and not just from his mate's re-telling. "Not a good time, o-or place."

"Wait, let me show you."

You were roughly shoved to the ground, taken by surprise so suddenly you couldn't even protect yourself from your harsh impact against the cold forest floor.

"Sydney!" Jordan miserably tried to interject but Sydney was already getting on his knees.

"So, he did that, shoved me, but then he grabbed me like this." The omega grabbed your ankles and yanked you closer to him, pulling you up enough that your ass hit his crotch. You could feel his omegan cock, hard and twitching underneath his clothes.

He started to grind against your ass, humping as if he was in a frenzy. The heady scent of arousal grew stronger, but this time not from Sydney. Jordan stood, stock still, a bit away, eyes transfixed on his omega's movements. Worse, you could see his robes start to tent, erection pressing against the fabric.

"Started to do this too," Sydney panted shallowly above you, letting go of one of your ankles to steady himself by your face. "Really tried to hump me like a dog."

Your limbs felt too heavy, head felt like it was filled with water. All you could focus on was the way Sydney was touching you, making sure to nudge his erect cock against the growing wet patch on your clothes.

You didn't expect him to smell so good. From excessive lessons about Omegas, Betas and Alphas, it was drilled into you that if an alpha took two omegas, they were programmed by nature to form a nest together, but nothing else. At best, they were essentially room mates who were dating each other's alpha. Omegas with omegas was not seen as anything serious, so why was your entire body reacting to Sydney's touches like this?

You felt slick starting to seep from your hole, reacting in tandem with Sydney's arousal, that only now you realized was for you. Sydney wasn't horny from his alpha, or when surrounded by the pheromones' of the hunt. He had seen you and wanted to fuck you.

Jordan was uneasily shifting a little way off, eyes fixed on Sydney's hands tugging open your clothes, as he grinded against you with gusto.

"It felt so good." Sydney panted above you, leaning over so your lips were just barely brushing against each other. "And at first I was glad he wasn't doing anything else, but before I knew it he had me on all fours."

Sydney pulled away, once again manhandling you into position, shucking his trousers down to let his cock spring free. He laid himself over you, cock bumping against your thighs as his hot breath hit your ear. The ground was uncomfortable against your palm, even worse on your knees, but all you could feel was your friend's drooling dick, trying to press into you.

"Not as a big as him." He gasped, cockhead snagging on your hole for a moment. "But wanna show you what a brute he was."

"Sydney!" Jordan sounded upset, but there was something else tinging his tone. Lust.

"He couldn't get off of me, not until the sun came up."

You shivered at the thought, cutting off your own whine with a gasp as Sydney's cock finally caught your hole and he shoved the entire length of his erection into you.

No, Sydney's cock wasn't an alphan. But it was the only cock you ever had inside of you, and it was already much bigger than the toys you had been forced to use. It was also leaking, like Omegan cocks usually did. Within seconds you were feeling full, and dripping with Sydney's slick, even with just his cockhead inside of you.

He started to rotate his hips, grinding the head instead of thrusting with it, wet, sloppy noises filling the air as he let copious amount of slick drip out of you. You felt the way it stuck to you, his fluids somehow different to yours. Of course, mated omegas' slick morphed to entice their alphas but you were just as affected, dizzy and overcome with the need to be used.

"Beloved..." Jordan murmured, voice much nearer despite its soft tone.

You didn't notice he had come closer, now kneeling in the grass beside the two of you. His fingers curled into his robes, forming fists with his knuckles strained and white.

"You said... To bring them to safety." His voice wasn't smooth anymore, shaking.

"But don't you want them, Jordie?" Sydney's tone wasn't as sugary as it was with you. He... He sounded authoritarian, as if he was the one ruling over his alpha, despite not being the one with the knot. "I want them."

Jordan let out a hiss of breath. Sydney suddenly shoved your face down into the dirt, twigs sticking against your cheek. You felt hand rest against the back of your neck, putting a slight bit of weight on you as they loom above you, almost nose to nose with Jordan.

"I want them. The same way you wanted me. Same way you want me right now. I don't care how, but you'll want them too." Sydney drifted his lips close to Jordan's and from your position, you could smell the precum oozing already from the Priest.

"We... Not allowed more than one omega... It's wrong, you aren't... You're people, Sydney, only brutes collect omegas." Jordan's eyes flickered shut as the omega brushed his lips against the edge of his mouth.

"You're a brute like the rest of them, Jordie. If you don't want my beloved for yourself, want them for me. If you don't want two omegas in your bed, then let me have them in mine, for my sake. You can come home and smell your sheets, where two omegas fucked all day." Sydney finally pressed an open mouthed kiss to his bottom lip, tongue flicking against his skin. "You owe me, beloved."

Sydney never swore before. Then again, Sydney wasn't mated before. His cock was slowly but surely inching deeper inside of you, the squelch of your slick drowning out their combined heavy breaths.

There was a beat of silence. Then:

"Fine. Get out of them, Syd." Jordan's scent shifted harshly, no longer welcoming and soft.

The loud whine you keened when Sydney pulled out of you was obscene, and almost had you deaf to Jordan's breath getting all shaky.

"Fine. Fine." He seemed to be muttering to himself, pulling his robes off of his body, finally revealing his heavy cock, the tip swaying against his belly. It looked painful, struggling to stand fully erect from how hefty it was. "Fine." He repeated. "For my atonement, I must."

Sydney was either deaf to his alpha's plagued thoughts, or he didn't care, clambering around you to lie down in front of you, chin resting on his palm like a schoolgirl with a crush. He rested on his hip, just so his other hand could slowly play with his cock, tugging as it wept excessive amounts of slick.

Jordan's hands shook as they rested on your hips, lifting them just enough to nudge his shaft against it, pulling back until his cock finally rested against your hole. You gave a loud whimper, the sheer girth making your insides knot up, either in excitement or fear, you didn't know.

"You have to relax... B-Beloved. Or it will hurt." Jordan tried to sooth you, one hand shyly reaching up to stroke the nape of your neck, thumb skimming lightly over your scent gland. He paused over it, pressing down on it gently before Sydney made a noise of annoyance and Jordan dropped his hand. You whined at the loss of his touch but Sydney just shushed you, scooching a bit closer to nose at your neck himself.

The featherlight kisses he pressed to your skin had you dazed, until you felt Jordan slowly sink himself into you, practically whimpering as he felt you around his cock.

Thank God Sydney had mounted you before hand, Jordan's sheer girth was already uncomfortable, stretching you out more than you'd ever had been in your life. It seemed he was having trouble too, gasping and whining in tandem with you. The only one not making such noises was Sydney, was who whispering encouragements, pulling on his cock with more gusto. It should hurt, the way his cock was prising your walls

Now, to bite you, to mark you, to sink his teeth into your mating gland.

Yes, he did know that it wouldn't take effect, not like Jordan's bite would be, but he wanted the symbolism, he wanted his teeth in your skin, as you moaned and squirmed and came repeatedly over his alpha's cock.

Sydney gently cupped your chin, tilting your head so he had unfettered access to his goal. It was finally happening. Your whines in his ear, gasping and drooling. He was suddenly filled with such adoration, he couldn't take it.

He ignored Jordan's soft noise of bewilderment as he sunk his omegan teeth, somewhat blunt, into your mating bond, biting down hard enough to leave mark. It wouldn't take, not like an alphan bite, so he was going to be spending the rest of his life biting down over and over again, deepening the scar until his mark looked as vicious as Jordan's, on his neck and later, on your neck.

His tongue lazily lapped over the mark, and he let his mind set into a pleasant haze, tasting the small amount of scent oil the mark gave.

Now, this is when his heaven could start. His memories felt bright, his heart beating fast. Just as euphoric as when Jordan did it, but Jordan was the wrong person. Life was unfair, he should have been an alpha, even a beta for you. But this way, commanding Jordan and twisting his guilt for what he did against him.

Jordan did feel bad. He showed him that every day, his apologies and the way he tried to atone, atone for failing not only Sydney, but Sirris. A man of the cloth should be able to retreat a young omega, but apparently he couldn't. And Sydney felt his first ever vindictive streak when he saw the heartbroken look on Sirris' face when he realized that Jordan wasn't safe from his own instincts, and Sydney was no longer his to look after.

To be fair to Jordan, he was good to Sydney. He knew he had accidentally corrupted the boy, the moment his cock sunk into his mate to be, he would be different. Which led to now. Not only would he wake up with Sydney mouthing at his cock, hungry again, but he... He had walked in on Sydney playing with himself, touching himself while searching up Omega x Omega porn, leaving dozens of tabs open of cute little things whining and humping each other. If he hadn't been marked, Sydney would have simply thought his attachment to you was one of Omegan connection, but living free meant he finally figured out that he didn't want to just be friends with you.

So, Sydney pressed sloppy kisses to your mouth, happily reciprocated with your tongue in his mouth. Mewling and moaning as Jordan was loosing himself again, pumping load after load into you, spilling out on the forest floor, the three of you blind to omegas running past, Alphas taking a moment to sneer before continuing the hunt, to Betas pausing and squeezing their own knots momentarily before resuming their hunt for their employers.

Jordan's rut would still momentarily, and he'd slump against a tree, panting and naked. He couldn't help but watch as Sydney took his place, sinking his knotless cock into you, letting cum coat both of your thighs. You two held each other as you rutted against each other, kissing and mouthing and Jordan... For the first time since he had presented as an alpha, since he marked Sydney, Jordan couldn't see the sin in this love making. He murmured a short prayer of thanks as his cock stiffened back up and he crawled over, ready to push into Sydney, ready to bite down on your neck with your shared lover squirming between you.

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undead-merman · 2 years

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This was written for @inkyquince Omega Hunt Collab. Landry's will be posted later at some point. Also Defiant PC, give me angry Omega.

Heat was pooling in your gut and sweat was pouring down your body. Your legs felt like jelly and were trying to give out on you, but fear pushed you on despite it all. You had been snagged by a beta beforehand and fought tooth and nail. Adrenaline allowed you to kick them off, but sadly, they ruined your clothes. You are sure you can last if someone else attacks you.

Spitfire and spite were the only things able to keep you going while your instincts wanted you to find someplace safe and make a nice and comfy nest and wait for a nice and strong beta or alpha to come and fuck and claim you. Heh, Not a fucking chance. You're not going to let any of these sick bastards touch you, let alone look at you.

Before the Hunt you had heard rumors that the hospital could be a sort of safe haven. It was always open in case of emergencies and tonight was no different. Though you had to get an appointment. Surely it wouldn’t be easy, but it was better than the woods with wolves ready to attack as well as that damn hunter on the loose, and with the added freaks of the town snooping around.

Crawling through the alleyways while quivering and shaking and doing your best to control your scent. You made it to the hospital and sure enough, there were a few people hanging around, some of them smoking, making it hard to trace their scents. You weren’t sure if they were part of the Hunt but you’re not taking the chance. You slipped through the landscaped bushes and flowers and found a side entrance without any eyes around and snuck through the fluorescent lit hallways to Harper’s office, a place you knew sadly too well. His name is engraved on a plate right next to the thick wooden door. You pulled out a hair pin. You had learned to always wear them in case something like this happened and then tried to pick the keyhole once you found it locked. Try as you might your hands and legs were trembling far too much. Had what they sprayed you with finally caught up to you and made you useless? You collapsed on the ground and felt far too hot. The door opened and Harper looked down at your nude, trembling form.

“Oh my. I didn’t expect to see you here.” His voice was just as calm and cool as it always was. You had only known him as a beta, someone who wasn’t overly affected by Omega pheromones like Alphas were. He was a doctor. Surely he'd help in some manner. So, with confidence, you held onto his white coat and whimpered.

"Sprayed me with something… started coughing and feeling hot. H-heat…" You wanted to be more clear but you found yourself drooling before you could finish explaining everything. Even your legs betrayed you as Harper had to hold you up.

“Calm down. You're in safe hands now. Let's sit you down and get you something to wear, shall we?” He’s tugged you over and sitting you down in the examination chair just as he sat in his, handing you a patient gown. He pulled your records up as he listened to your whining and panting. It was wonderful, and your smell was fucking delicious. Despite you knowing him as a beta, he was an alpha. He hides his characteristics using scent blockers. It’s a natural thing in the medical field to make visitors comfortable, but he always hid his secondary gender. He didn’t want it to affect his work or, more importantly, his experiments. But now that he had you here during this night, he could run some new ones. After all, omegas are a rare breed and nearly impossible to get as a subject like you, especially one that's unmarked and practically crying and whimpering at his knees.

“Okay, let's take a look at you.” He gently looks over you, letting his touches linger longer then they might have to. His stethoscope is freezing against your hot skin. He used his mediscope to look into your throat, even taking a swab and watching you gag on it. He had to hold a smile back on that one as you glared at him. As much as he wanted to shove his cock right in there, he knew he had to wait. He wanted to wind you up like a spring until you practically exploded. It's a delightful game that you didn’t even know you were playing. He asked you what you knew about what was sprayed at you and listed some heat-inducing chemicals that could be the cause, but his voice started to fade and all you could focus on was those lips and teeth of his as he spoke.

He sent the swab to be tested even though he knew exactly what you had been sprayed with. And he was surprised to see how long your trembling body was holding out. What a solid will you have. As he went to leave, you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed onto his coat again and panted.

“D-Doctor… Harper… I can't take it anymore.” You couldn’t help the drool falling out of your mouth as you pulled his addicting body heat closer. “Fuck me.”. And those were the words he wanted to hear. A sinister and delighted grin wormed over his face, and he leaned in and kissed you. Tongue sliding in as he tasted you. You tasted better than he could imagine.

He pushed your gown up and licked his lips at your quivering and aroused form. He rubbed your thighs with gloved hands and lightly stroked your sex with a single finger. The moan you gave him was exquisite, so he keeps stroking to get more out of you and gets you wanting more. He strokes slowly but more firmly, and each time you buck into his hand, he can feel himself getting so much harder and his instincts scream louder and louder. You beg and bumble for more. Well, if you asked for it, you wanted it.

He shrugs off his coat and unbuttons his trousers, pulling out an impressively large cock. You might have seen a few dicks before, but the base seems a bit swollen...

"See how your omega pheromones are affecting me? You're releasing so much that the knot is already starting to swell. You know what kind of cock this is, right?"

If the swelling wasn't enough of a tell, the scent blocker he was wearing was rubbing off. The words melted out of your mouth as you held your arms open to him. "Alpha."

"Correct, very good.” His dick was twitching and already looked painfully hard already and leaking with precum. “Now then. If you could, please present yourself. Hips in the air.”

You comply, turning around so your chest is pressed against the paper of the examination table as your ass was up in the air even wiggling unconsciously wanting to look nice for this alpha. You could hear him chuckle, a fond and breathy chuckle, as he adjusted your hips.

“You’re positively dripping. What a mess.” You looked behind him to see him pulling out medical blue gloves and pulling it on one hand and rubbed his thumb along your slick hole causing you to gasp out and push back. He grabbed your hip with his free hand. “Stay still.” giving your ass a tight squeeze and watching the meat of your ass squish around his fingers as he continued to tease your slick lubed entrance, never pushing in.

“Never mated before?”

“N-No.” you huffed back with as much as your lungs would allow.

“Have you used toys during any of your heats before this?” His voice was still just as cool as before. Annoying the shit out of you since you were all whiny and out of breath and he seemed just fine.

“Is that really important?”

“As your doctor, it’s important to be honest so I can treat you properly. We don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Y-Yes…”

“Good, it’s important to listen to your body. Omega heats can last much longer if they don’t stimulate themselves with penetrating toys.” His fingers slowly pressed into your hole and started slowly at first and you let out a long high-pitched groan you didn’t even know you could make.

Harper took way too long for your tastes as he fingered you with an increasing number of digits. You moved your hips back to match his pace, but it wasn’t enough, even when his dexterous digits hit some really nice spots. You both know you won’t be satisfied until he shoves his cock inside you and knots you up. You can smell his scent leaking through the blocker he used. You grinned, knowing that he was just as affected by you as you were of him.

You decided to drop the title. “Harper- come on now. Damnit, I’m going crazy.” You wiggled your hips at him and you could see his face flush and his eyes dilated while focusing right at you. You even stuck your tongue out for good measure.

“What a rascal.” He pulled your hips to his and began grinding his cock against your hole, causing you to mewl in want and quiver as you ground your hips into him, trying to get him inside you as quickly as possible. "Are you ready?"

You screamed at him, “Yes!" and without hesitation he shoves his cock deep into you with a soft squelch from your slick. And now that he was finally inside the omega that had been flooding the room with thick heat pheromones, he couldn’t hold back. He pushes your neck down putting pressure on your sensitive scent glands and shoving your face into the examination table harder.

He fucks you like an animal. His massive alpha cock impales you, and the stretch hurts so good that your instincts push you to grind your hips deeper into his. The sounds of slapping and squelching as he drove himself as deep as he could into you as possible.

You shook and shivered as he filled you up completely and fully. And you could feel his knot hitting your rim, not fully penetrating yet. You drooled all over the examination table. Harper’s gloved hand slipped around and you could taste your own slick in your mouth as he played with your tongue. You sucked on his gloved fingers, weakly grabbing his wrist as your alpha’s skin slapped against yours. The pace quickly picked up faster and faster and you were seeing stars as Harper's hand was the only thing you could focus on.

Soon you could feel the build of orgasam finally reaching its ending point as sweat poured from the both of you and Harper’s hand moved to grab your wrists and pull you back as he leaned down pressing his chest against your back bit your shoulder just missing your scent gland and came while stroking your sex to finish you off as well.

You came as his knot inflated, catching your rim and hot cum filled your insides. It felt like molten lava despite how hot you felt and he just didn't stop cumming. With every twitch of his cock inside you you were pumped with more and more semen to where it felt like you were bloated. You collapse as Harper lets you go.

Your body is spent quivering as the knot keeps you linked together. You can feel his heartbeat through his dick and it’s racing as he pants above you. His hot breath smells like spearmint and blows over your neck right over your scent gland.

“What an exciting opportunity...” His voice was low and gravely, befitting of an Alpha and you couldn’t help feeling the pleasant vibrations of his voice relax you. “I’ve heard the rumors and claims of what certain pairing connections can do…”

Drunk off your alpha’s scent and cum you just shifted so he had better access to your neck and softly grunted. This had worked out splendidly.

Now, normally he’d be home at this time, only coming in case of emergencies. But he had to 'stay late' looking over some files. He made sure to keep his light on for you, and soon enough he could hear the shaking on his doorknob and the stink of omega pheromones, overly sweet from a heat, but the unmistakable scent of bitter fear and your own personal hint of allspice. He thought it was fitting for a rebellious soul like you.

He knew you'd hear those 'rumors' completely untrue but enough to gain your interest. He had no doubt you'd be able to get your way here. Still, an impressive feat due to how hard that concoction can hit Omegas. You were a feisty one and would rip apart just about any Beta that might try their luck with you.

Perhaps fate is a much more tangible idea than he initially anticipated? It was something he had always wanted to study, explore the possibilities that the bond had. Regardless he had one more thing to do before he could begin the tests. His fingers stroked your neck and he breathed right into your ear.

“Would you like to be my guinea pig, little omega?”

And you purred at being called his and shuffled with a huge grin as you dipped your neck in a submissive gesture, offering him your scent gland.

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#omega hunt collab #the omega hunt collab #dol #degrees of lewdity collab #degrees of lewdity #harper the doctor #omegaverse #tw dubious consent #tried my best with this doc #the world slick gives me heebie jeebies #also was going to add much more medical play but decided against it and now im kinda kicking myself

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angelgoeslewd · 6 months

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I beg you make a part to for the dol omegaverse plsss 🙏🙏🙏🙏

listen this fic has absolutely ruined my life. whitneys part is at 15k and for some reason i wanted to make an unofficial kylar part bc i’m disgusting. haha. do not ask me for other characters bc i WILL do it.

#dol #.sms sent #degrees of lewdity #omegaverse #omega hunt collab

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hopefully-hellbound · 2 years

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My submission (ha!) for @inkyquince 's Omega hunt collab! Turned out way longer than i intended but oh well

M!Briar X NB!Harpy!Defiant!PC

CW for dubcon, power imbalance, blood, Briar being Briar, group (in the literal background), manipulation

You run.

Starting off is the hardest, with all the alphas right on your tail, you jump to the side to avoid the mayor's slimy grasp, you let go of your school blazer when a slim woman grabs it.

Left and right you see other omegas being jumped, clothes torn and screams tearing out of their throats as theyre mounted - your friends, people you watched grow up with you. It's horrifying, you should stop and help, every instinct in you is telling you to help someone, anyone...

You see Robin ahead as they dart towards the beach, and that's enough for you.

Robin's safe, for now.

You run.

You're an athletic thing, clever and defiant, you've gotten a reputation in this town and while it usually helps people think twice about messing with you, today it paints a target on your back as everyone wants to be the one to claim the Scar, such a notorious little scrapper. You look to your right and see a man advancing, a well aimed kick to the groin seems to make him change his mind. He won't be the first tonight.

You reach the shopping mall and climb, hiding on top as you take a moment to just breathe, clear your mind.

Hard to achieve when your brain is getting foggy, slick coating your thighs from your persistently more aroused sex.

You're running out of time.

Think, you pause, think.

You run through your mind to try to think of a safe place in town, maybe a safe person that would take care of your heat without-

....

Doesn't exist.

Not inside the town, at least.

The thought would almost sadden you had you not lived your whole life in here. You have noone you could trust.

But outside of town...

You stand on the edge of the roof, one hand casually rubbing your crotch without you even noticing, as your sharp eyes scan the horizon.

Tower on the moor, you realize.

The one place noone would dare to come to.

Your spine tingles from the effort of hiding your true self, but you dont have to for long, because the entrance to the roof gets suddenly kicked down and you're facing Remy and his goons, advancing. Remy says something about farms and what a menace you are, but you grin, your eyes looking different when you open them again.

If you survive this night, it will be more than worth it just for seeing that rat bastard's face when you flipped him off and jumped right off of the edge.

Your strong wings glide you safely to the ground, and when you dont have to supress them, you feel a bit at ease - you can now focus fully on supressing your upcoming heat. Wind in your hair and Remy's shouting dying in the distance help, too.

But you land eventually, now with a goal in mind. If you can just make it to the moor, you're sure your mate will find you, and you'll spend the rest of the night draining his balls until he pleads for more. Sounds like the best scenario you could wish for, especially with Remy behind you and not around his farm.

You shouldn't think about your mate's thick cock in you, the way it slithers out of the little slit in his body. The way he's so easy to pin down once you straddle him, lets you-

You whine audibly and nearly collapse, just the thoughts clouding your brain with lust that you can't afford right now. Youre in the industrial backstreets, and thats a terrible place to collapse at. You think you should try to make it to the coast and then fly as far as you can, youre sure your mate will find you if you just set your foot to the moor, you're sure, just have to-

You're tackled to the ground just when you're running past the docks, and you beat off your initial instinct of just... Getting in the mating pose. Baring yourself to the attacker, the sweet heavy weight on top of you just-

"Fuck!! You goddamn-"

"Bring them in already!"

"Fucker bit me!!"

Oh no.

He's not alone.

What's worse is, you don't know any of them. The thought of just being claimed by some rando is enough to set the fire of defiance alight once more, and you fight, oh how much you fight them. You need to be restrained by four men to stop you from lifting off of the ground, three men to hold your strong wings down to prevent you from whacking them with it. Your elbow hits someone's face in the most satisfying crunch, you smell blood in the air and it fills you with a bit of pride.

You'll have to fuck my corpse if you want me, you think, but much to your horror, they don't want you.

You dont smell alphas, just betas, and you shout insults as vile as you can think of while they drag you into a mysterious building you've never entered before.

Then the smell really hits you.

You've always wandered where town's betas and less strong alphas go to during those hunts - now you know. The place reeks of sex and despair and people, you see a few poor omegas being passed around, blank eyes and drooly faces as every open hole of theirs is violated by a lust-blinded alpha or beta. One hasnt been broken in yet, you recognize the girl from the orphanage, the one who always lost her backpack and you'd help her find it, shes stuffed with two thick cocks in her ass, her useless cock hard and dripping... Her scream when the man behind her bites down on her neck rips your heart apart, it's the most horrifying sound you've ever heard, enough to freeze you in place for a good second.

Doors behind you lock and the men start grabbing at your clothes, you're tremblind with lust but you cant end up like this, you won't!

Your eyes panickly scan the room for a way out, any way out, anything but being left at mercy of those animals. Doors are locked with chains, windows are blocked, heavy scent of hormones and sex is making your head so dizzy you know it's only a matter of minutes, maybe seconds, before you're reduced to nothing but a cock hungry omega.

Then your eyes meet his.

It's one man that sits above everyone, the VIP section of whatever godforsaken facility youve been dragged into. He sits calmly, legs spread like he owns the place, long brown hair falling to his shoulders. Open blazer with nothing underneath, showing off a golden necklace, rose tattoos. Something about him radiates power, but what really drives you in, is the shine of gold decorating each of his fingers, makes your stupid bird brain chirp in interest.

That should do, you think.

Better than some random.

You were so busy you hadn't even noticed a man nosing around your scent gland, it makes you shiver in disgust, but you stick your hand in your pants' pocket for the last pepper spray you have on you - it's now or never. His scream is music to your ears but you push him aside, you bite, kick, flail your wings around until everyone lets go of you for one precious moment- and you rise from the floor, fly all across the room.

Only to collapse in front of the pretty man and his pretty rings.

He cocks an eyebrow, but raises his hand to stop his beta guards from attacking you.

"It's not a threat - are you, darling?~"

His voice is like a symphony to your ears, so rich and smooth. You think you'd hate his smugness usually, but today it makes your juices overflow.

Alpha, alpha, breed me, mark-

You shake your head like a wet dog, but train of thoughs has left the station and you're just trying to run after it, hold onto any semblence of yourself.

"And what are you, an angel?"

He's so calm, but you can smell him, not an alpha on supressants. Just one in control.

You're on your knees by his feet, and look at him, at the man making a couch look like a throne the way he sits on it.

"If- if you want me to be."

You manage to get out, rising on your knees, your hands running up his legs, to his thighs. He seems amused.

"Is that so."

You nod your head ferociously, only for him to experimentally place his hand on top of it, and you downright purr. You know your wings and tail are all puffed out behind you, his touch -and those rings- feels just so right...

He craddles your chin and you melt in his touch, the defiance he saw when watching you fight off his men seemingly completely gone.

"And what brought you here, darling? To my feet?~"

"Y-your men."

You know they work for him, there's no other way. The world should work for him, you think, for him and his pretty eyes like emeralds.

"Mmm... But they only brought you to this place, you went to my feet all on your own~"

Fuck me! you want to scream, the conversation is killing you despite how pretty his voice is - his cock is inches away from you, and you move forward to try to mouth at it through his pants, get the point across.

The slap you recieve sends you flying, you fall on your ass and look at him with wide open eyes.

"Don't be crude now, darling. You think you deserve this?"

He smiles down at you, and your bottom lip trembles - rejection might make you cry, you realize, even though you haven't cried in years.

"Please." you mutter, shaking hand holding on your cheek, your lip where the rings broke it. You hope you're pretty with some blood on you, you hope he thinks so.

"Please, dont- don't let them..."

You still hear omegas screaming behind you, you want anything but that and this man is your last hope.

"I'll- i'll do anything, i'm good at- at t-things..."

"Oh? And what things would that be, darling?~"

You sigh happily at the nickname, it feels so good, someone nice to you... You're not sure if you can speak much anymore, your pants are soaked through and through from just how wet you are. You just lean forward and set something in his hand as your answer.

The man stares in amusement at his own ring that you stole and returned, and he had no idea. It's a pretty one, gold with a ruby, it's shaped like a dragon wrapping around itself, ruby is his eye.

"You can steal?~"

"A-and fight! And fly and run and- a-and-"

Your words get lost as you try to think of more, any more skills that could be useful to such a man, but a wave of heat hits you harder than any before, and you topple over, hands between your legs with a whimper.

"please..."

"You poor thing~"

His foot is so close to yor face like this, it nudges at your cheek. Fancy shoes, you recognize in the distant corner of your brain. Real leather. He doesnt have to do much more to prompt you, your lips are on it before you even know what youre doing.

You are vaguely aware of how much you're gonna hate yourself when this is done, how quickly you were reduced to licking a stranger's shoe just to get them to fuck you, but youre past the point of caring.

Your hand sneaks in your pants and you shove two fingers inside of yourself, you're so wet they go in without a problem, your otherwise unused hole... The man's rough grip on your hair stops you though, he pulls your head up.

"I don't remember allowing you to do that, little bird."

You whine like a beaten dog, but good news are, you can see his crotch now. And just how much tighter those pants look all of sudden.

"Oh you poor, weak minded creature... You really want to be mine that badly?"

Tears pour down your cheeks, blood from your split lip. You want to be his, yes, he put it right, you think you're going to die if you don't get his cock in you right fucking now.

Luckily, his pupils are blown wide open, cock straining against his pants. In control or not, he's still an alpha, and he can't resist a leaking omega slobbering over his feet.

You cry out in relief when he yank you on his lap, sobbing out little 'thank you's and 'please's and 'take me's.

"Don't expect me to be this nice to you next time, little bird."

He sighs in your ear and you know, you just know, that on any other day, you'd hate him. His smug smile and predatory eyes. Hands that now hold your waist as you can't get your pants off fast enough. Heart that beats right under where your nails scratch his exposed skin.

Then you finally get to sit on his cock and feel so stupid to think that you could ever hate someone that feels so right inside you.

Your wings puff out the moment the world washes away, thick alpha cock filld you up and you can do nothing but sob and hold onto him tighter. Tighter so that he can't ever push you away again.

"I love you i love you alpha please please alpha-"

Words spill from your mouth when he pounds into you from below, grunts coming from him too as he finally loses his composure.

Right there, in omega hell, he shows you the heaven - and you love and hate him so much for that.

He's the one who gasps and grabs your hair and pulls you in a kiss, wide open green eyes burning into yours as if he can't look away from your strange bird pupils. His hands dont leave your wings, the place where skin meets the feathers is so sensetive and you see stars when he grabs onto it. Using your wings as handles as he fucks you bent over the couch, any composure he had lost the more time he spends pounding away in that beautiful, perfect, soaking wet little hole of yours.

His guards arent sure where to look.

You aren't sure how much time has passed, how many times you've cum around him, but you're sitting on the couch, legs around his waist as he fucks into you, when you start to feel him get sloppier. Deeper.

You know what's coming - hint, it's him.

It's a beautiful moment, you vaguely think while you plead him to breed you.

You get to see his wild face, hair out of place, green eyes clouded with lust. Reduced to an animal. Animal with fangs out, you vaguely notice, and in response turn your head away so he could reach your scent gland, and he does, he doesn't even have the mind to stop himself. He bites down and he's yours and youre his and he's yours.

You chirp like a bird when he finally comes, fils you up, his knot so big it keeps all of him stuffed inside of you without any leaks. His tongue is feverishly licking at his bitemark on your gland, the bond that connects you, now and forever.

You feel a sense of pride, again.

Man this powerful, who seemed this put together, in control.

He belongs to you now.

You see it in his eyes when they clear up and he's aware of what he's just done, and you grin in response at your mate.

"... Tricky little bird."

The man mutters, and you bring his hand close to your exhausted face, kissing his knuckles. Kissing every ring, tongue wrapping around each finger once he shoves them in your mouth.

He's yours and you're his, forever.

Those rings should now also be yours, you think.

The man doesn't protest when you take the dragon one and slide it on your own hand, he maybe likess how your tired eyes light up with greed when you see it around your thumb - every other finger too small for it.

"Uh... Briar? What now?"

One of the guards anxiously asks, struggling to hide his own erection, and his boss frowns as he notices.

"... I'll think about it in the morning. Make sure everything's cleaned up by the time we open."

He picks you up, still stuck on his knot, and you wrap your hands around his shoulders, sighing in content.

You don't feel like you've lost the fight tonight, oddly.

It's confirmed when Alpha takes you to his room, his bed, pretending he wants to get some rest and not feeling that craving to take you to a nest.

You're still stuck on him when you cuddle up to go to sleep, pressing a kiss he can't bring himself to refuse on his neck.

You'll be fine, you think.

You can use the curse nature gave you to your advantage now.

You play with the shint necklace around his neck as you slowly drift to sleep - the necklace has a pendant with a letter B on it.

Briar, huh?

Your property has a name now. And more shiny things than anyone in town, it seems.

And now its all yours.

#the omega hunt collab #dol #briar the brothel owner #inkster #sumbission #omegaverse #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity briar

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letstalktea · 2 years

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Tags: afab!alpha!!Niki, GN!omega!Reader, a/b/o, cunnilingus, handjob, female alpha have cocks (fight me), emotionless sex, knotting, dubious consent

Note: Written for @inkyquince “The Omega Hunt” collab

Word Count: 4k

The forest was endless darkness and the sound of insects chirping distantly in the night. You run as deep into the trees as you can, but your legs are heavy and unsteady as you make your way. Of all the disadvantageous situations to be placed in, being in the onset of your heat was probably the worst. All you wanted to do was collapse onto the ground as your chest squeezed tightly. The worst part was the feeling of your hole leaking uncontrollably, wetting your underwear and filling you with the overwhelming desire to finger yourself until it subsided. Doing that would leave you vulnerable and exposed to any stray alpha, however, so you keep pressing forward instead. Your headstart has to be over by now, so there is no time to rest. All you can do is keep running away from the place you started.

You want to puke up your insides from running. This game was rigged against you from the start. You’d been kept like a pet at best and a prisoner at worst. They couldn’t expect you to be able to run, especially given what they’d done to all of you before the hunt even started. You were sure they were out there right now, laughing at your pathetic attempt to keep away from them. You hated them. Every single last one of them that was laughing at you as they followed your and every other omega’s scent through the trees and bushes.

You weren’t an object to be owned by someone else just because you’d been born. Although, clearly that was an opinion held by you and few others given your current situation. You are, after all, nothing more than an omega.

Among the scent of oak and ash wood, in between your thoughts, there is something else that tugs at your senses; something sweet and bitter and like chemicals that assaults your nose as it tightly grips at your mind and pulls you closer. It’s as if the jelly feeling in your legs disappears suddenly so you walk forward. Or, less disappear and more that it’s far less important than following the trail laid before you.

And where does it lead you? Straight to the sight of a woman staring at the trees through the lens of a camera. She’s in white slacks and a muted floral top, draped over with a long knitted dark blue sweater that hung loosely open at the front. Out of her mouth hangs the white stick of a lollipop which seemed to bob up and down slightly as if she was chewing on it more than sucking on the candy that should be on the other end.

She sighs as she looks at the display on the camera, quickly going through and deleting any shots that couldn’t be salvaged. How many times had she explained that she wasn’t an action photographer? But, noooo, Quinn just had to have photos of the event for publicity reasons and she was their go-to photographer. She appreciated the compliment and the faith they placed in her, but she hated that they didn’t listen. Still, she refused to take anything less than the perfect photo for her very reliable client. Though, she suspected, Quinn only cared about publicity second and about seeing the fruits of their event first. The pervert couldn’t hide from her keen, well-trained eyes.

You can’t help but stare at her silhouette through the darkness, unable to look away from the woman who hasn’t noticed you yet. She’s so calm. Despite the hunt having already started, she doesn’t seem to care. She seems to barely think anything of it. There is no way she can be an omega like you. If she was, she would be panicking like everyone else. Instead, she stands there without seemingly a care in the world.

Alpha.

Something in your head whispers to you. A beast deep inside of you claws at your skull and beats at your ribcage. Your lips feel cracked and dry as you look at her. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you step forward without thinking.

Need… alpha….

No!

Closer.

You refuse to walk straight into an alpha's arms.

Closer.

You need to run.

Closer.

She'll treat you like the omega you are.

Claim me.

Damn it all!

Her head finally turns to look at you once you are close enough to be more than a shadow in the night, which gives you the chance to see her in full at last. Now that her details are easier to see, you recognize her face. She was the photographer that had come to the bakery and who you had seen around every now and again; someone who had only spoken to you once before.

Her name is Niki.

"Hm?" she hums as if you had asked a question. "What do you want?"

Your blood runs cold even as it feels like magma fills your gut. There’s an alpha right in front of you and you can feel your underwear completely soaked.

She appears to read your mind – or perhaps your pheromones – as she motions for you to leave her be. "I'm not interested."

She was a professional, after all. If she had wanted to participate in this hunt, she would have rejected the job from Quinn and lined up to run. “Feel free to stand there as long as you want though. Maybe you’ll lure someone in so I can get a decent photo.”

She does think to herself that you are a rather attractive person. If she could, she would like to invite you to her studio so she could have you model for her. She would have to ask whoever ended up catching you if she could borrow you for a photo op at some point. That was, assuming they didn’t decide to turn you into a mindless drooling sex toy as so many desperate alphas do.

This disdain in her voice does nothing to dissuade you, however. Even the harsh implication of her practically asking you to stand around and get raped so she could photograph it. No. In this state, even those words have you dripping into your underwear.

You don't have any coherent words for her as you drop to your knees and you cling to her pants. Your brain is telling you to run while you still have the chance, but your instincts won't even allow you to lift yourself back to standing. Everything inside of you is screaming out for the alpha in front of you while you beg your legs to work the way you want.

You part your dry lips to speak, but no words come out.

Niki sighs, apparently out of annoyance more than anything else. All she wants is to capture a few photos of the event like she is supposed to so she can get paid, yet here you are distracting her from that. It's a burden, especially when you are letting off such an alluringly sweet scent…

Oh fuck. She really should not be thinking that…

"Pl...ease…" you mutter as your fingers dig helplessly into the fabric. You don't know if you're begging for her to show you mercy and let you escape or if it's your inner omega begging for an alpha to lay claim to you. All you know is that you need to beg her for something.

Her uninterested eyes seem to look through you completely as she debates something internally. You are a bother that keeps her from working. She can easily shake you off, but it isn’t as if anything else is happening around her right now. Plus, if she keeps you around maybe you will attract another alpha and she can finally take a good photo.

That is the logic she uses to justify how her eyes linger on you pathetically clinging to her, anyway; a sight she knows that others are attracted to, but has never swayed her in her entire life. Tonight is different though. Tonight every omega is running around, each one letting off a sickeningly sweet scent and overloading her senses. You just happen to be the closest one; so close it starts to push her over some precarious edge she didn’t even realize she was standing on.

Her alpha instincts are demanding to mount you – an instinct she is trying and failing to silence. An instinct that only got worse as you desperately began to paw at her groin as if trying to tear away the fabric between her and you.

Niki lets out one short, exaggerated breath as she releases the camera in her hand and lets it hang from the strap around her neck. "Let's get this over with so you can stop distracting me." It’s easier than trying to fight against both of your instincts. Hopefully, this would be enough to shut you up and let her get back to work.

Quinn really should have chosen someone other than an alpha for this event if they wanted anything to get done. Surely, they had to know what would happen. Maybe that had been their plan all along – to get her to let down her guard and find herself a little omega that they could use to taunt her and remind her that her professionalism and cold distance only went so far– but that would assume they cared enough to drag her into such an elaborate plan, so it was more likely a very aggravating oversight on their part. Then again, Quinn was a bastard so anything was possible.

She reaches down to the button of her pants to open them up. You were the one grabbing at her zipper and pulling it down, driven forward by nothing but your inner omega begging to be comforted by whatever alpha it could find.

How you hated that drive.

Admittedly you've never seen a nude female alpha before, but you've heard about them. That, just like male omega, they have both sets of sex organs – although their penis is located where a clitoris should be and their testes are apparently internal. Even though you know that it's still a shock when you pull her pants and underwear down to come face-to-face with her already half-hard cock.

Where surprise is obvious on your face, hers seems to stay completely neutral. Even in her current predicament, Niki is nothing if not calm and collected in her everyday life.

You open your mouth wide to wrap your lips around her cock, only to feel her hand push your head down lower so you're staring at her cunt instead.

Your eyes glance up to her face to see what she could possibly be thinking. There’s no emotion on her face as she looks down at you; no desire or happiness, but also no frustration or annoyance anymore. The only expression on her face seems to be aloof patience.

She's an alpha. You know that. Yet she hasn't lost her mind to the overwhelming power of your pheromones like you have to her's. If you could pull yourself away from between her legs, you doubted she would even force you back to your spot. She wore her disinterest in you on her face. Right now, this was only happening because of the unwanted circumstances of both of your births.

At least your heat-filled stupor brought you to the only alpha you could imagine fulfilling your desires without forcing your hand. Actually, it felt more like you were the one forcing her given how little she seemed to care if you stayed or walked away. The strong musk wafting from her cunt made it even harder for you to walk away though, especially when your inner omega was so happy to serve her.

You reach out your tongue, shyly licking up her slit to test if she'd let you continue or push you away once the hazey lust you were both forced into was more than just some vague feeling and the real thing was staring you both in the face.

Far from stopping you, her legs actually spread wider apart to give you easier access to her wet heat. You practically kiss her flushed pussy lips, allowing your tongue to sink inside until you taste just how deeply her arousal goes. She's the alpha, but you're the one fucking her on your tongue. At least, you are until she starts to roll herself against your face.

Her lips part slightly as soft moans escape into the night air along with the sound of your tongue lapping hungrily at her inner walls. As you push in deeper, your nose bumps against the base of her cock which twitches just above. The smell that drew you in earlier is even stronger here.

Alpha~

Whatever opinion you had earlier about alphas is gone. All you can think of now is how much you want to belong to Niki and her superior alpha cock. Your body aches for her, the screams in your mind to flee before she changes her mind and turns you into her property fade somewhere behind the desire to be owned by her. The final thread of your rationality fades as a bead of precum rolls out of the tip of her cock, down her shaft, and plops onto your cheek. You reach up your hand, wrapping it around her length and stroking her as your mouth continues to devour her cunt.

Her cock is long and pretty, standing perfectly upright without a curve to speak of. The head you run your thumb over is fat and thick, so smooth it could be mistaken for silk.

She stares down at you with a grimace. You aren't great at this. Your motions are clumsy and frenzied as if you are desperate to please her. Still, she can't ignore how her cunt pulses around your tongue, squeezing as if she doesn't want to let you go with each tug of her length. Your hand ventures from base to tip and back again and she tries not to hiss. If making her want you despite herself is your goal, you are succeeding.

It isn't until you get brave – or foolish – and run your tongue not just through her cunt but over the underside of her shaft that her own restraint finally falls apart. You're an omega and her instincts are shouting at her to treat you like one, despite what she may want to do otherwise.

"Damnit," she mutters under her breath as she grabs you by the upper arm and pulls you up.

She unceremoniously spits the stick out of her mouth as she roughly spins you around, pushing against your upper back so you have to lean forward and away from her. Her fingers hook into the hem of your pants and pull them and your underwear down all at once. The cool night air makes you shiver as it brushes against your desperately wet hole. The chill doesn't last long though as Niki pulls your ass flush against her so she can rub her cock against your hole. A blazing heat spreads throughout your entire body from the contact as your inner omega screams to be mated by the alpha holding you.

She seems to know exactly what you're thinking as she says, "This doesn’t mean anything," with an authoritative bark in her words.

You whine sadly without meaning to, but it changes to gasping as soon as the head of her cock presses against your entrance and bullies its way in.

The alpha inside of her howls out in pure possessive glee as she buries herself deep inside of your warmth, her hips slamming against yours with each thrust forward.

Your vision fills with more stars than are in the sky above as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air alongside your panting and mumbling for her to take even more of you.

"Alpha~ My alpha~" You are her's. Deep down, you already know that you belong to her. The moment you ran into her and smelled her pheromones, you were hers.

You stretch your neck to the side to bare your scent gland for her. This is it. She is your alpha. Deep down, you can feel how you were born to belong to her.

A growl escapes from deep in her throat as she wraps her hand around your neck and pulls you back against her. The camera around her neck pokes you in the back, but the minor discomfort is quickly mitigated by the pleasure flooding your head.

Shivers run down your spine as you feel her hot tongue trail against the side of your neck. Her teeth are so close. All she has to do is bite down and you will be her omega. Everyone will know who you belong to. She can walk you out of this forest and you will have no choice but to follow on her heels and worship at her feet.

But she doesn’t.

Even as her cock pistons inside of you and your brain melts inside of your head, even as her lips graze over that spot that would make you hers, she refuses to bite down. Even as she pushes in one last time and holds you in place as her knot begins to swell and your insides are flooded with burning hot cum, bringing back with it some sense of your rational mind unmuddled by heat, she never dares to bite you.

You aren’t sure if you’re grateful for her self-control or if you hate it with a passion. Probably both. The rational part of your mind that is returning is glad that you won’t be someone else’s possession this night, but your inner omega is weeping at being rejected when it was offering itself so readily. Why didn’t its alpha want it?

The two of you are stuck here now, at least until her knot goes down. With so many other alphas around and her refusal to bite you and mark you as claimed, you were a sitting duck. One that seemed to be attracting the attention of other alpha nearby, you finally realized as one stepped through the foliage to see where the sickeningly sweet smell had been coming from.

You trembled in place, knowing that you couldn’t run from a feral alpha in your current state; not with Niki’s knot still inside of you. Even if she deflated right now, you couldn’t fix your pants back in place and run away from them in time.

You have no options right now.

"Don't bother," Niki says as she wraps her arms around you. She stares down the other alpha whose shoulders are hunched over and eyes are blown wide at the promise of an omega so close by. "This one is already claimed." You can feel her cock twitch inside of you at that as it spurts out more cum inside of you.

Your head turns to look at her out of the corner of your eye. The scent gland on your neck tingles even though it hasn't been bitten. She hasn't laid claim to you in the way your body craves, but she's made her intentions perfectly clear. Or, she’s at least a good enough liar to fool you and the other alpha into thinking she may just be telling the truth about her intentions. Either way, a small spark of hope that this alpha will have you blazes deep down.

They growl predatorily, but the glare Niki shoots in their direction as she nestles her head against your shoulder is enough to send them back through the trees whimpering. Clearly, she was a much bigger dog than they were willing to deal with.

As soon as they are finally gone and her knot finally deflates enough to pull out of you, Niki pushes you off of her. You fall onto your knees again as your right mind finally returns. You haven’t been claimed but your heat has settled down a bit now that you’ve properly mated.

“That’s enough,” Niki says as she fixes her clothing back in place and lifts the camera around her neck to look through the photos she's taken so far to switch her attention away from what she’s just done. All it does is remind her that she hasn't managed to get the perfect shot yet, which is frustrating to say the least.

You had been a distraction, one she was suddenly regretting indulging in because it meant she’d lost time to capture the perfect shot of the event. Hopefully, there were still some omega running around that would attract the alpha to them so she could capture the moment someone got claimed or knotted. That was the kind of shot that her client wanted and she would hate to disappoint.

“The sun won’t be up for a while.” It was meant to be reassurance for herself – a reminder that she still had time despite what she’d already wasted on you – but for you it was a warning.

You had already given in to your instincts once tonight. Even if your heat had settled down after Niki had cum, you would be at the mercy of any other alpha you ran into should it flare up again.

With a shaky hand, you reach out to grab onto her one last time. She couldn’t leave you alone. You wouldn’t make it to morning surrounded by all these alpha that were spurred on by your and every other omega’s heat; and if you found yourself being claimed by anyone other than her, you are sure you would die a slow, agonizing death as a disheartened omega.

She glances down at you, disinterest heavy in her eyes once again. You look pathetic down there; only half-dressed and nary a thought in your head other than the silent plea for her to take you with her.

She turned on her heels, shaking you off. Your heart grows heavy and lungs refuse to breathe until she speaks up, "Grab my bag." It wasn't a question. If you wanted to be claimed, bite or no, you were going to be useful. First and foremost, she cares about business.

For tonight, you can carry her things so she can stay mobile as she pursues the perfect shot. Tomorrow… well, you could possibly be molded into a decent model. It was easier to have a model she owned and who was willing to do anything she asked of them rather than someone random off the street. It helps that she already sees potential in you.

She isn’t in the mood to take on a mate in full, but keeping you around could prove to be more useful than not. At least temporarily. Not that you were in much of a position to reject her generous offer given the alternative was to run around until you were either grabbed and forcefully mated with or the sun rose to show you a small mercy for another year. The latter was for the better, but the former was more likely and they would be nowhere near as kind as she had been. Well, kind by the standards of this town, at the very least.

She reaches into her breast pocket and pulls out a small lollipop. She peels the wrapper off quickly and shoves the thing into her mouth without missing a beat. “Keep pace,” or she would decide she’s better off alone after all.

You stumble over yourself getting to your feet and quickly fixing your clothing, ignoring the way her cum shifts inside of you or the pang of pleasure that runs through your veins as it does. You pick up her camera bag, surprised by its weight, before rushing after her; your temporary alpha.

#h2ho #nsft post #degrees of lewdity #niki the photographer #dol niki #the omega hunt collab #dol collab #tw a/b/o #tw emotionless sex #tw knotting #please do not perceive me #i started screaming into the void at some point and blacked out only to find the thing was fully written #when you see niki as business before pleasure #a cool drink of water

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tinypixl · 2 years

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Part of @inkyquince Omega Hunt collab 🎉

Pairing(s): Alpha!Remy (m) x Omega!Reader (f)

(Implied Omega!Robin (f) x Omega!Reader (f))

Warnings/Additonal Info: 18+ smut, Non-con, Afab reader (no pronouns), Discrimination, General Omegaverse Stuff, Predator/Prey, Mentions of blood & injury, Implied wlw reader, Mentions of whips, Slight violence, Breeding/Impreg mention, Rough sex, Condescension, Choking, Slight mention of vomit, Implied kidnapping, Bratty/Defiant!Reader

You used to have a certain kind of ritual back when you were younger, back when everything had still been okay in your narrow worldview.

Delicate feet would sneak out of different bed, climb out of a different window, lie down onto different grass in the dark of the night. Once there, you would close your eyes and wait. Until tiny, cool droplets gently hit your former small face like liquid pearls. A soft smile tugging on the corners of your lips. It had given you a feeling you couldn't quite describe, but it was peaceful.

Even after your former life had been ripped out of your hands it had been your comfort. One that you shared. How could you not? So it had been the comfort of both of you two. Sneaking out of smaller beds, tiptoeing through the dark halls instead of climbing out of a window and lying down outside in the darkend garden hand in hand, as the rain would caress your skin. It was peaceful, it felt like home.

After you had ran you tried to recreate the same scenario again. Again, sneaking out of a larger bed, finally being able to climb out of a window again and lying down onto... not quite grass. Then, you waited until you felt the touch of the cool water on your face again. It had been peaceful, it felt like home. But that time something was missing.

Your hand tingles, the cheap metal around your neck feeling heavy.

Everything seemed to happen so fast. Too fast for your brain to really process it. The mayor's voice rang through the area. The time was ticking for all of you. Your mind went through your backup-plan on repeat. All the while, shoulders bumped into you left and right, trying to make the most of what little time they had left. You didn't follow them. Your form quiverd, your throat was dry and everything felt so sensitive. Your irritated eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, greedliy taking in the blurry picture, looking around frantically.

Until

You finally spotted her. Standing there, frozen just a few meters away from the cages. Whatever these bastards had given you must have hit her hard.

"ROBIN!!"

She showed no reaction to your call.

Not daring to waste another second you grab her by the wrist and pull her along into the dark woods before you. In a direction no one else had ran to. Robin shakily looked up.

"Remember what I told you...", you breathed. Her thick sugary scent tingling your senses.

Hungry gazes on both of your backs, you disappear beyond the trees.

It was so unfortunate that your urgency had made you fail to spot a certain familiar face among the crowd.

The chilly midnight air whizzed past your quivering forms. Both of the twin lockets around your necks trailing behind you as you fled through the darkness. A smell of wet tree trunks, sweat and sugar perpetuated the air around you. You thought you could hear the distressed screams of the other omegas in the distance. Robin was also having a visibly hard time keeping up the pace you set, trailing almost completely behind you, stumbling a few times.

She panted heavily, exhaustion as well as something else thick in her voice:

"W-wait... I... I can't...keep... w-we need to..."

She collapsed before she could finish her sentence. Your heart jumped in your chest. Instantly coming to a halt, you knelt down beside her. It was only now that you'd realize the taste of coppper on your tounge. Lips bitten bloody in a vain to ignore the ever growing flame in your gut, which seemed to flare up even more as you gazed upon Robin's tired, flushed expression, moonlight illuminating her in a tinge of grey-blue.

"God... are you okay?", you queried in a hushed tone. Not like you could make a louder sound with your throat as dry as it was. A guilty feeling overcame you. She would be safe if you had planned this better.

You tried to lift her head slightly, but your hands dug into your wrist painfully. Everything suddenly got hotter and it took everything in you to keep yourself together. Robin shook and gasped in your arms.

"Do... you... smell that?", she croaked and it instantly hit you like a truck. A heavy musk lingering in the air around you. It seemed familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. It numbed your own mind for a slim second. A whimper fell from your lips and you supressed the urge to call out. Behind the lust, fear pricked at you painfully. It was enough to push yourself through it.

"Fuc-kkk.. we need to go!", you whisper-yelled to Robin just before hastily pulling her up.

You tried your hardest to keep up a steady pace. Leaves and small branches crunching beneath your feet while two sweating hands held onto each other for dear life. It was difficult to breathe, sides aching and lungs burning, telling your body to slow down. You prayed to whatever was out there that your legs wouldn't give in. Robin heaved beside you and you took another look at her panic stricken expression. Memories, promises coursed through your mind, which caused you to squeeze her hand tighter.

A platter of fast approaching footsteps snapped you out of your thoughts. A familiar musk dancing around both of your nostrils promising relief. You didn't listen. Fear seemed to pulse in every vein of your body causing you to pick up the pace, narrowly dodging a nearby tree as you did. Your feet pounded over the muddy forest ground.

All of a sudden, Robin was yanked from your grip, screaming. You stopped dead in your tracks to wip your head into her direction. A clearly distressed Robin was being held up by a figure you couldn't quite make out in the dark. It send a surge of rage down your spine, fists balling up as you tried to supress a snarl. Just as you were about to charge towards them however, your head whipped back painfully.

Something around your throat constricted your airway and you could only pathetically grasp at it as you fell backwards onto the hard ground. A low chuckle rang behind you:

"Well what do we have here?"

Your eyes shot wide open. You'd recognise that smug voice anywhere. The universe was making some kind of sick joke, right?

It had only been a few weeks ago when you and Alex fought off his goons, as well as Bailey's thugs again that day in a victory that had been going on for 5 months at that point. No fields lost. Alex and you had fallen into each others arms, covered in grime and dirt, laughing. You had spotted him out of the corner of your eye on a steed upon the top of the hill he always stood and watched, waiting for your fields to light ablaze. You thought that you had seen him look at you in particular at that very moment, his green eyes narrowing before riding of.

Your hands still fruitlessly tugged on the whip around your throat.

"R-rat... bas- gh-...-tard!", you croaked as well as your voice would allow you to.

You caught a glint of Remy grinning down at you in the dark. Beside him, you noticed two other figures, standing at each side. Of course he wouldn't arrive without help.

"Not even a proper greeting? How ill-mannered.", he scoffed.

You refused to answer, keeping the angry expression on your face but on the inside you were panicking, remembering the disgusting shit you had seen on his farm the few times you had snuck in there.

Robin was still whimpering beside you. A pathetic sound that ripped at your heart. This was not the fate she deserved because of a mistake that you had made.

"Let... reuggh... her go...please", you choked.

Remy chuckled:

"As you wish..."

He looked towards the person holding Robin. The other alpha dropped Robin onto the ground, who looked at you with fear. You nodded, a confirmation that you would be okay, hoping she would make it to the cottage. She didn't waste a second and started sprinting. The other alpha went after her. Remy shook his head behind you with a lighthearted chuckle. As if humouring the silly antics of an old friend.

It clicked in your head. They were playing with her. This was part of their sick game... of course it was. Anger made you grind your teeth together. It mixed with your fear and the unwelcome heat, creating an overwhelming mix.

"You know...", Remy's voice rang behind you again:,

"I'm no fool. It couldn't have been a coincidence that Alex's little excuse for a farm only became such a threat to mine after you showed up.." He sounded slightly agitated but hid it well.

Before you could come up with a snarky answer, his hand connected with the back of your skull in a harsh slap. It collided with the mud, hard. Remy didn't follow too late after, caging you beneath him. The musky scent got stronger than ever, sending a shameful jolt through your pussy and making you whimper. You were able to see him clearly now. His flushed face way too close for comfort. That unnerving smile never left his face. He whispered in the shell of your ear:

"You're quite the little menace. Fortunately, I have just the solution for that."

You tried to snap out of your lustful daze, pushing at him weakly. To no avail, the heat caused your body to be frail and worn out.

Remy reached down to undo his pants. You shivered, eyes ripped open wider. Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead. Your right hand frantically grazing around the forest floor as a last ditch effort. Until something sharp pricked your hand. Some honed rock.

"I'm going to break you.", Remy hushed under his breath next to your ear. His hands grasped your denim shorts. It was now or never.

With as much stength as you could muster, you stabbed the rock into his thigh.

He cried out and flung his hands towards the spot you had punctured. Which gave you enough time to stumble to your aching, unsteady feet and start moving. Managing to evade the hands of his goons reaching for you. More yelling ensued behind you.

You felt strained. Branches whipped into your face as you bolted. The heat was getting worse by the second. You barely avoided slipping on a muddy patch. Terror and boiling rage burned in your head. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. It should've been obvious that it was stupid to stay. Three pairs of footsteps were getting louder behind you. You should've ran away with Robin sooner. Should've left the city completely. But you didn't want to give up the farm. Didn't want to abandon Alex and leave them at the mercy of Remy's attacks. Looking behind you, Remy and his goons were closing in on you. A sob escaped your lips. You should've been more careful when you snuck into your former home the night before. You should've explained the situation to Robin properly, but there just wasn't any time. A pair of fingers brushed over your hoodie but they failed to grasp anything. You were mad. Mad at this town, it's residents. Mad at the way things are. The unfair battles you had to face because of something you had no control over. An angry roar instinctively broke out of your throat and rang through the night. Though it turned into a loud weep midway through. But for the most part you were angry at yourself. The footsteps got louder. A small voice inside you told you to give up. Another tear ran down your cheek as you blinked. Your aching heart refused. You opened your eyes again and felt the breath in your throat hitch upon the sight before you. You recognized this patch. You recognized it from the first time you had ran from the town. You were close.

Your little heart was beating with a tiny glimmer of newfound hope. If you made it out, you could still have a chance to buy yourself some time... to make it right, to save Robin. Your hand held your locket tightly.

However your optimism was short lived. In a flash, you could feel your feet- no, your whole body losing it's balance. A swift sensation that felt like your stomach leaping into your mouth registered in your mind. Your left ankle twisted painfully as it crashed into the ground again. The top of your torso came next, resulting in a sickening crunch that traveled up your ears. You were sent tumbling down the slope. Leaves and branches hitting you in the face, the vicious rolling making you nauseous.

It finally stopped when you knocked into a tree, hard. You were back on level ground. At least the heat subdued the pain a bit.

And for a moment it was almost peaceful. The sounds or owl in the distance of the trees, the sensation of dirt beneath you, the moonlight shining down on you. It was like the quiet before-

"Wouldn't expect much more from an omega.", one of Remy's lackeys commented a few meters away. Footsteps halted right before you. That same musk dancing in your nostrils. Your head was pulled up by your hair and you came face to face with Remy crouching before you, one hand resting on the wound of his thigh.

"Insolent little terror...", he scolded,:

"You made this harder for everyone, yourself included."

Despite your body having reached it's limit your mind still seethed with silent scorn. You had half the mind to mock him for not even showing up on his own but it would've been a shot into your own leg as he didn't even need the help of his farmhands to catch you. So you opted to just stare up at him in defiance, heaving loudly but not answering. That insufferable smile appeared on his face again.

"But maybe that was your plan. Just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn. It's fine, nothing we can't correct with a little time.", he mocked and dropped your head into the dirt again.

Hands grasped at your hips pulling them up and shoving your shorts, as well as your underwear down to your knees roughly.

You could hear what sounded like a zipper being undone which send a vile little jolt through your most sensitive parts. Your cunt glistend with slick, as a cockhead pressed into it. You ground you teeth together and held your breath, trying to stifle the little calls that seemed to be so deeply ingrained into your nature, body paralyzed with pain and want.

Remy laughed behind you again. It was louder now, less controlled. He bent down so that his chest was pressed against your back. You could feel him panting. He was good at supressing the rut your sweet little scent had him in.

"Say... do you enjoy making this so hard on yourself?", he tauntingly asked, his cock still not fully sheathed inside of you. His hands traced over your hips in a mock-loving fashion.

You snapped.

"Fuck you! 'Dumb as fuck to bring me to your farm! Gonna make sure to burn down the whole fucking thing this time!", you seethed, unsuccesfully trying to supress a terrified whimper as what you said rendered in the rational part of your mind the moment it slipped out of you.

Without warning he fully enveloped his cock inside you, stretching your insides and eliciting a loud, unwanted moan from you.

He laughed again, even louder this time:

"Oh... I knew it was you who wreaked that havoc. No wonder Bailey wanted to get rid of you so badly."

He started pumping in and out of you as he lifted your head by your hair again.

You gritted your teeth in disgut when you felt his breathy voice closer to your ear:

"They told me a lot about your little shenanigans. You're quite the menace, running away like that, making them look unfit as the omega caretaker. But they knew you would come back for your little friend..."

Your eyes shot open. Your pussy still being relentlessly thrusted into, slick trailing down your inner thighs. This should've been something you expected, it should have... Blunt nails dug into the dirt underneath you. Vile, shameful feelings were growing stronger in your lower regions to your disgust. Tears filled your eyes. They fell onto the small patch of grass before your sight. Guilt crept up your back. Remy's voice got more quiet as he continued:

"But I know what is lurking under that feisty little exterior of yours. You may want to play tough but you can't deny your nature... I saw it right away the first time when you were still hiding on that beta's farm... just a small soft little creature putting on an act to protect itself. You were quite annoying... But I know you will be perfect once you submit, and I do need an heir after all..."

If you weren't panicking before, you definitly were now. Despite your whole body aching, limbs shivering in fear, you fought with what little strength you didn't know you even had left. Kicking shins, arms wildly hitting around, all while mouthing shrill phrases of "Oh no nono, fuck no-". This just confirmed your worst fears. Honestly, a fate of being forced into one of his 'special fields' would've felt more merciful than this to you. The image of being some overprized pet or at best a obedient little housespouse made you gag. This was not what you wanted. This couldn't be futher from what you wanted. It sounded like fucking nightmare!

Remy clicked his tongue in annoyance and, using his body weight forced you flat on the ground, making it hard to even move at all. His cock was pushed deeper into you as a result. You could feel it pulsing inside your heated walls. It made everything hotter and so much worse. His hand crept under your hoodie to roughly grab a handful of your right breast. The index and middle finger of his hand found your teat. He alternated between gently stroking and roughly pinching it. Your hands were griping the dirt so deeply that it started to hurt your nailbeds. All the while his cock continued to rest deep inside you. And you felt ashamed of the fact that the lack of movement frustrated you.

"It's okay... I know omegas can be so emotional sometimes.", Remy cooed beside your ear. The thumb of his other hand gently wiping at the tears and dirt on your cheek. The intimacy felt vile.

"Fuck off...", you sobbed quietly, completely failing to sound tough. Remy just hummed in response. His hand just gently lifting your face into the direction of the end of the forest towards the farmlands, slightly west. Your blurry vision perceived a figure. No... two figures. One slumped over the shoulder of another. It was honestly hard to see in those early hours of morning. They walked into the direction of town and passed by a few meteres beside you. Squinting your eyes, you finally recognized her. Robin. Her clothes hanging down her form in tatteres. Hair messy and in tangles, no necklace decorated her delicate neck anymore. Her arms motionlessly dangling down the back of the alpha who dared to-

Loud, choked sobs rattled through your battered body. The cheap metal aound your neck felt heavy. If it weren't for your empty stomach, you're sure you would have vomited. This was your fault. All of it. You couldn't protect her. You broke your promise...

The painfully calm voice behind you spoke again:

"Oh hush now, you should be relieved. She's in good hands. They're a good friend of mine, neither a brute nor a collector. One of the best fates an omega could be graced with."

Your weeping didn't subside one bit. Remy sighed.

"Not quite convinced? Do you want to know what really happens to the ones that don't get claimed in the hunt?"

You shook your head, just crying harder. Sobs still punctuating your irregular breaths as you buried your head in your arms. Inaudible apologies bubbled from your lips in silent prayer. Remy cooed at you.

The cock inside you started to move again. Slick coated everything just near your pussy. Moans began intertupting your cries now, but you didn't care enough to stop them. Body and mind too exhausted and hot. Groans were audible behind you now. A hand brushed your hoodie up to your armpits. It slightly lifted your bruised torso. A wet mouth latched onto your right breast. Tounge swirling over the rose bud in the middle. A lewd moan fell from your mouth, only slightly muffled by the fabric of your hoodie. Somewhere distantly in your mind, you humoured your wanton response. Cunt clenching around the moving dick while slick gushed out of you. The musk in your nose felt welcome now. Your body acting like this was the only thing it was good for. And you almost believed it in that moment.

The movements got faster, rougher and your pussy greedily obliged, welcoming the pace. You could feel an orgasm slowly building up it's approach.

Your abused nipple got released from it's confinement with a loud pop. Lips instead trailed up your limp body and rested on the juncture between your shoulder and neck. The uncontrolled groans behind you send little vibrations over the sensitive skin there. The sweet tingling promise of release tickled your inner walls.

Nails suddenly dug into your sides. A knot was being pushed into you so deep that it knocked all the air out of your lungs. Sharp teeth sunk into you. A scream ripped through you as your own climax came crashing down on you in that very same moment. Seed spilled inside of your womb.

Your exhausted lungs heaved while your mind was stuck in the afterglow.

The bitten spot throbbed, warm blood gushing out of the small punctures and yet it barely hurt. The aching heat inside your body finally slowly subsided. For now. You laid there, still heaving, with leaves sticking to your sweaty forehead.

The air felt cooler. One tiny, cool droplet gently hit your forehead and ran down the bridge of your nose. Another followed. Then another. You felt mocked.

The weight on top of you shifted. Your body was being lifted and turned so that you laid on your back, cock and knot still buried in your flodded walls. A calloused hand grasped your chin gently but firmly. Green orbs seemed to analyze your face. He looked odd like this, not as put together as usual. You just stared back blankly, laboured breaths being the only sounds coming from you. A slight smirk adorned his bloody lips. Your blood.

"Let's get you home."

#if you don't like the sapphic stuff just pretend you're a historian #degrees of lewdity #dol collab #remy the farmer #robin the orphan #i literally procrastinated uploading this for 2 weeks now #i didn't like it but didn't wanna restart lol #i still don't idk honestly what this even is #too much lore for a oneshot #uploading it now or never #remy was supposed to be fem but i'm stoopid and didn't understand f!Alpha atonomy bruh #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics

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ghostfives · 6 months

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The Werewolves Of The Canadian Wilderness

Chapter Two

A/N: This fic was written by myself and diamondstariv, but from now on she will no longer be apart of it or my blog. This fic is no longer hers, only the first few chapters. Just a warning, don’t go checking her blog. She’s decided to delete everything, so there’s no point. All our collabs will be here.

Hunter tastes the warm blood in his mouth as he bites into the fleshy neck of the buck, which kicks around and writhes on the snow littered ground. He waits until the life drains from its eyes to let go, dropping it to the ground. “Great job, Hunter!!” Wrecker yells as he runs up to Hunter, followed by Crosshair and Echo. Crosshair and Wrecker are each carrying their own bucks, making Hunter smile.

“Three should be enough for now, we’ll come back out tomorrow.” They nod. “Yeah, I have a night shift in a few hours at work.” Echo growls, and Hunter then frowns. “Before we go home, we should… We should bury Omega’s mother.” Everyone's ears press back, but they nod. “Of course, let’s go.” Echo says solemnly, as Crosshair sighs. “We don’t even know her name, we have nothing to say about her.” He growls angrily, hating that the humans caused this.

They all run, and see the pitch black fur, covered in a light sprinkling of snow. The storm thankfully kept any animals from eating her, as Wrecker starts digging a hole in the ground beside her. Crosshair then walks over and gently lifts her up, setting her in the hole. Hunter tears up, seeing that she still has her baby bump, she died so soon. It’s not right, she hardly even got to know her child. Never even got to see Omega open her eyes.

They all contribute to burying her, gently setting the dirt over top of her. Once it’s filled, Echo sits back as Wrecker frowns. “Should we say something?” He asks, and they all frown, then Hunter steps forward. “We hope that wherever you are, you’re in a good place now. And we are so sorry that you never got to care for your daughter like you should have.” Hunter says softly, ears pressed back, then Crosshair steps forward a bit. “We promise to take our best care of little Omega, and make sure humans never touch her. She is under our protection now, and we will never let anyone hurt her.” Crosshair promises, as the others smile at him.

“Yeah, what they said. Omega is safe with us, so please rest peacefully.” Wrecker adds, and Echo smiles. “We will bring her to visit you when she’s older, I promise.” Echo promises her, as they all bow their heads for a moment of silence. Once it’s over, they grab the bucks and head their way back to the cabin, but only after marking her resting place with a rock.

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The others walk in to see Tech feeding Omega, the tiny pup bundled into a blanket. They put the bucks into the utility room, connected to the kitchen, where Hunter skins the buck with his hunting knife and Tech guts and chop it up. He does that since he doesn’t have a proper job. So he’ll bag up the guts and chunks of meat up to be frozen, ready for the winter. Tech isn’t one for killing though.

Yes, you may think that werewolves are mindless, evil killing machines, but they’re not. It’s all down to the personal preference of the werewolf. And if they are in a pack, like the Bad Batch, some of them may want to opt out. So in this case, it’s Tech. He is okay with them already being dead and dealing with the corpse, but he hates having to kill.

Even though it’s completely natural, Tech actually found it embarrassing, he was so nervous and thought he was going to be abandoned by his brothers because of it. They were so supportive though, telling him that he does not have to hunt. That’s when Tech said that he would prepare the meat, but have Hunter skin the buck first.

Echo sits down next to Tech, removing his prosthetic legs, since they irritate him sometimes. So when he’s in the comfort of his own home, he’ll take them off and relax without having pieces of metal attached to him all of the time. Hunter, Crosshair and Wrecker walk back into the large, open room of the cabin, filling the air with the divine, ambrosial smell of sweet blood. The three of them lick themselves as clean as they can, not wanting to waste any of the fresh, delicious blood from the buck.

“Tech, we’re just going to clean ourselves off in the lake. We’ll be back in a bit.” Hunter lets him know, walking back out and heading to the lake, running into it and splashing around, making sure to get the rest of the blood out and any dirt from when they were tackling the buck. Tech and Echo chuckle contently, hearing their brothers outside in the lake playing around and having fun. Omega lets out a burp, bringing Tech’s attention back to her, so he smiles as he puts the bottle down and burps her.

After a moment, her burping intensifies as she pukes all over Tech’s chest. Echo’s eyes widen, grabbing one of the blankets and wiping her mouth gently, while he leans on Tech’s shoulder for support so he doesn’t fall. Omega whimpers and cries, making Tech frown “Oh dear, Darling. There there, it’s alright. Shh, youre okay.” His voice is soft and comforting.

Omega starts to calm down a bit, only letting out small whimpers. Tech turns to Echo. “Maybe you should shift to human and give her a bath, and I’ll go and clean up in the river?” Tech suggests, and Echo nods. He quickly pulls his legs on and runs to another room, shifting back to human before running back in and taking Omega in one arm, she’s a bit heavy, but he manages.

“Aww, do you need a bath, sweetheart?” Echo asks, using a soft voice as he watches Tech run outside. He then walks to the kitchen, grabbing a small tub and holding it under his right arm as he then walks upstairs. He makes a mental note to buy a baby bath in town tonight for Omega. Echo sets the little tub in their bathtub, setting Omega on the carpet as he gently turns the water on, doing his best to get a nice temperature for her.

She whines at the loss of his heat, making Echo look down. “Shh, it’s alright. I’m right here, sweetheart.” Echo soothes her, turning the water off once the little tub is half full. He checks the water, dipping his elbow in and humming when he feels that the water is perfect. He smiles and picks Omega up, taking her diaper off and gently setting her in the tub.

She lets out a whine, not liking the water at all, it makes Echo chuckle. “Don’t worry, it won’t be for long.” It only takes a few minutes to get the vomit out of her fur, and he pulls her out, wrapping her up in a fluffy towel.

“There, all clean.” He whispers, pressing a soft kiss to her nose. Echo stands up and leaves the washroom, walking downstairs and back to the living room. He immediately sees that everyone is back inside, still in their werewolf forms, Tech is probably cleaning the deer, getting all the guts out.

“Wrecker, your turn to cuddle her.” Echo informs him, and Wrecker nods, curling around the blankets as Echo sets Omega down in the middle. Wrecker chuckles as he gently dries her off, then he grabs a diaper. He struggles with it, making Hunter chuckle. “Want me to do it?” He asks, and Wrecker nods sheepishly. Hunter takes the diaper and puts it on her expertly, making Wrecker jealous “Show off.” Wrecker grumbles, making the others laugh playfully. Hunter places a hand on his shoulder “Don't worry, I'll teach you sometime, then you'll be a diaper changer expert too.”

“Alright!” Wrecker pumps a fist in the air enthusiastically, making his voice so it's just above normal talking, but not loud enough to cause the pup to wail. Tech then walks back in, drying his hands off as he smiles. “What’s all the excitement about?”

“Wrecker can’t wait to learn how to change a diaper.” Hunter tells him, then Tech chuckles. “What’s so funny?” Wrecker asks, raising an eyebrow. It then occurs to Hunter too, making him laugh. “What??” Wrecker asks again, a little louder.

“Well, just prepare for a lot of mess. You’re not going to like it,” Tech tells Wrecker, patting his back and chuckling to himself. “I had to deal with a pretty messy one last night.” Wrecker looks a little worried now. “Uh, how messy?”

“Do you remember that time we made a cake last year, and it exploded in the oven? Just picture that, along with a much worse smell.” Wrecker nods, taking a moment to realise what he means, making him begin to have second thoughts, going “Eww!” Which makes everyone laugh.

Hunter then pipes up “I’m an expert, because I remember how many messes you guys would make.” Hunter holds back laughter the best he can, picturing memories of them as toddlers, remembering when Wrecker would jump up and run around butt naked whenever Hunter was changing his.

It was only them and their mother for three years. They lost their father when Hunter was only seven years old, he died in a car accident. Well, that’s what they were told. Hunter found out three years later that their mother had murdered him, so he ran away with his brothers.

They ran across the plainlands, through dense forests and even swam through freezing rivers. Thank god for their fur, because they would have frozen to death. Now here they are, living a safe, happy life out here in the wilderness.

They’ve come so far from where they began. They started off with living in a cave not too far away, then they built their own cabin after some time, gathering up money and resources. It’s the perfect place to be raising a kid, not outside in the snow, since it seemed that Omega’s mother had no place to stay, so Omega may not have even survived the winter.

Hunter is pulled out of his thoughts when Omega starts to whine, and he pulls her close as she shivers. She starts trying to suckle again, making Hunter sigh and Tech chuckle. “Looks like Miss Omega needs another bottle.” Tech stands up, leaving to go get one warmed up. Hunter gently holds Omega, then he looks up to see Crosshair staring at Omega. “Want to hold her?”

Crosshair’s ears press back. “She might cry.” He tells Hunter, but Hunter shakes his head, handing Omega to Crosshair. “She won’t.” Crosshair takes her, gently cradling the pup in his arms and against his chest. She tries to suckle, making Crosshair chuckle.

Then Tech runs back in, smiling when he sees the sight and handing Crosshair the bottle. “Here. I’ve added some blood from the buck in it, so it’ll fill her up a little more than the other feeds did.” Crosshair takes it, bringing it to Omega’s nose and allowing her to smell the milk. As soon as she smells the milk, she starts whimpering and whining, moving up towards it. Crosshair gently pops the nub in her mouth, and she starts to drink. This time though, she drinks it more quickly and hungrily, due to the fresh blood in it.

Everyone smiles, watching their youngest brother with the pup. It’s so sweet, making it even more worth it to raise Omega. She drinks the milk, hitting her little clawed hands against the bottle. Hunter smiles, petting her head from where he sits beside Crosshair. “Such a hungry little thing.” He chuckles, making everyone smile.

“Yeah, we’ll need to go get more supplies soon.” Tech suggests, and everyone nods, Crosshair and Echo look at eachother. “We can grab a few things, since I have to drive Echo to work.” Tech nods. “Good, I’ll make a list.” He runs out, just as Omega finishes her bottle and Crosshair gently burps her. Watching their brother doing that is the weirdest thing, but it warms everyone's hearts.

xxx

It’s been two weeks since they found Omega, and since then, she’s settled in really well. The Bad Batch have planned on baby things she will need, so Tech is working on hand making a wooden baby crib, Wrecker is busy hunting for more Buck for them and smaller creatures for Omega when she starts teething, since werewolves like to chew on pieces of meat. Crosshair is out and about in town, looking for baby toys and books, while he waits for Echo to finish his shift at work.

Hunter on the other hand decided to take a nap with Omega, to keep her safe and company, hugging her with one arm. That’s when he hears her crying. They’ve become accumulated to her crying, knowing that it’s either that she wants a bottle or needs her diaper changing. Hunter rubs the sleep from his eyes with his free hand, allowing him to see clearly and open his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “What’s the matter, Pup, hey?” He coos, but when he turns his head to look at her, he’s met with an unexpected surprise.

He can’t lie, he panicked for a moment, for some reason he can’t explain, but he just gets the biggest smile on his face. His eyes meet with hers. She’s opened her eyes! “Hey, Pup. Hi.” Hunter is overjoyed, her soft brown eyes meet with his yellow ones, making her coo and reach out to his face, patting her hand against his cheek.

Hunter thinks to himself, trying to figure out why she has brown eyes and not yellow like theirs. He’s brought out of his thoughts though when he remembers why he got woke up, hearing her whimpers start again. “Ah, yes right. You hungry, Pup?” As an answer, Omega suckles on him again. He lets out a small chuckle “Dinner it is.”

He stands up from the sea of blankets in the lounge, bundling her up in a blanket and walks to the kitchen, grabbing an already prepared bottle. He warms it up and then walks outside to the front porch of the house, holding Omega close to keep her warm.

Sitting down, Hunter makes sure Omega is cradled comfortably against him before feeding her. Once he’s happy, he brings the bottle to her mouth and smiles when she drinks the milk and blood concoction. They have been bringing Omega outdoors every now and then, more and more regularly as time goes by, to allow her body to become accumulated to the colder temperatures, so when she’s older, she won’t have a literal shock to her system.

Hunter see’s that the moon is starting to rise, making him frown. “Oh no.” He whispers, seeing that his brothers aren’t back yet. But just then the truck arrives, squealing to a stop as Crosshair and Echo rip the door open and jump out, ripping their clothes off, and in Echo’s case, his prosthetics.

They then kneel on the ground, starting to shift from the full moon. That’s one of the only things about them the humans did not make up, they are forced to transform and stay in their wolf forms during full moon’s. It sucks.

They both let out growls and groans, as they grow larger, fur covering their forms, it’s only a few seconds and they’re done, Crosshair picking Echo up and carrying him up to the porch, setting him down. “Sorry we’re late, Echo was kept late at work.” Crosshair explains, and Echo nods apologetically. Hunter smiles. “It’s alright, as long as you guys got back in time.”

Crosshair smiles, running in and grabbing Echo’s legs, bringing them back. He hands them to him, watching his older brother place them on before standing. “That is so much better.” Echo groans happily, making Hunter smile.

Crosshair then smiles, looking over at Omega, he comes closer. “Aww, someone got hun-- Holy Shit!!” Echo slaps Crosshair’s arm as Omega starts wailing. “Cross!” He scolds.

“Sorry. Sorry, but her eyes are open.” Echo freezes as he moves closer to Hunter, who has a beaming smile. Both Echo and Crosshair get their own large smiles. “Woah, you’re right! Hello there, Omega.” Echo coos, as Crosshair chuckles, but then he frowns. “Brown eyes? But she’s in her werewolf form, shouldn’t they be yellow?”

Hunter shrugs “I’m not sure. She could be defective like us--” “Please don’t say that.” Hunter looks at Crosshair, completely forgetting in the moment what that word means to him. That was the last thing that their mother had shouted at them...

You defects won’t last a day out there!! I hope you just drop dead! You all deserve it!!

Hunter flinches and shudders at the almost forgotten memory “Sorry, Cross. Maybe Omega’s just different, like us.” Hunter explains, looking into her eyes which are teary now. He smiles and gently wipes away her tears with a finger. Omega then reaches up her hand and curls it around his finger.

It’s an adorable sight that warms all of their hearts, and there’s an even bigger heart that is currently running down the path towards them. Wrecker bolts towards them on all fours, kicking up the snow as he runs, a smaller Buck in his mouth and smaller animals tied on a string over his shoulder and around his chest. He skids to a halt just in front of them, dropping the buck on the ground from his mouth and standing up, taking off the string of smaller creatures and placing them on top of the buck.

“Heya, guys!” He smiles, but his smile becomes even wider when his eyes meet with two soft brown ones staring up at him. He refrains himself from yelling, not wanting to scare Omega, who’s still being fed. “She’s opened her eyes?? That’s amazing, when?” Hunter nods, noticing that Omega has finished her bottle, so he burps her. “It was about ten minutes ago, so quite recent. Echo and Crosshair have only just got back too.”

“I know, I heard the car from a mile away. Sounded like you were driving pretty fast, Cross. Echo held back at work again?” Crosshair nods, letting out a small growl that makes Omega flinch, but not cry, now she knows what is making the sound. “Yeah, they did.” They all look at Echo, who’s rubbing at his stub.

“Echo, you shouldn’t keep working there if they hold you back but don’t pay you extra. It’s not right, neither is it fair. Especially when it’s on days like these.” Hunter explains to him, a sad look on his face when he hears Echo sigh. “At least my one manager gives me a bit of extra pay, he’s nice. I know it’s not the best, but what other choice do I have? I can hardly work like you guys can, since I’m not as able.”

They all let out a whine, hating that Echo feels like this. It’s one of the reasons why they hate humans for hating them. When they are human, everything is fine, but if they talk shit about werewolves, it really pisses them off. “You could take art up. I can go on some extra hunting jobs until you get the hang of it?” Crosshair offers, and Echo perks up briefly, before whimpering nervously “No, no no. I can’t make you do that--”

“You aren’t making me do anything. It’ll be better for you. Us as well.” Crosshair carries on, then Wrecker interjects. “Yeah, we worry about you, Echo.” Echo’s tail wags, happy that they are there for him and care about him so much, even if he isn’t physically whole. “Thanks guys. Hey, maybe we should go and see Tech.” Everyone nods in agreement.

“Great idea.” Hunter lets out a rumble of content, making Omega snuggle into him as they all walk around the side of the cabin to the shed that they built. It’s the perfect size for a human, but not for a werewolf. They have another, more werewolf sized one. Hunter crouches down and walks in, as the others peek from the doorway, they all see Tech slumped over the table, still in werewolf form and completely passed out. They all snicker, this isn't the first time this has happened. He’s hunched over plans for Omega’s crib.

Hunter gently hands Omega to Crosshair, then moves closer to Tech, shaking his shoulders. “Tech, you fell asleep again.” Hunter says softly, and Tech yawns. He blinks his eyes open. “Hunter? I’m up, I’m up.” Tech goes to stand up, making Hunter and everyone realize he must have fallen asleep while still human.

“Tech! Wait, don’t--” But it’s too late, as Tech hits the roof with a loud thump, making him yelp and crouch down. “Ow ow ow ow.” He whimpers, rubbing his head and growling.

“You okay?” Hunter asks, and Tech nods. “Yeah, forgot it was a full moon.” He says, rubbing his head as both him and Hunter exit the shed. Tech stretches as soon as he gets out there, and Hunter laughs as he takes Omega from Crosshair.

“Someone wants to see you, Tech.” Hunter says, and Tech looks at him with confusion. “What? For one, she can’t see me--” Tech freezes when Omega is set in his arms, and he sees the big, brown eyes staring at him.

“She opened her eyes? When did that happen?!!” He asks, and Hunter chuckles. “Only a little bit before the moon rose.” Tech gets the biggest smile, just like the others did. Then he looks down at Omega. “Well, looks like you finally get to see us, Miss Omega.” Tech coos, and Omega coos back, hitting his arm with her little clawed hands.

Everyone awws at her, then Wrecker starts jumping a bit. “Let's howl at the moon now!!” He says excitedly, making everyone stare at the moon and get antsy. “Won’t it scare Omega?” Crosshair asks, but Hunter shrugs. “She wasn’t scared when you growled, because she can see who’s making it now. If she does get scared, we stop.” Hunter offers, and they all nod. Tech hands Omega back to Hunter, knowing how much his older brother loves to hold her.

They walk to the edge of the small lake outside their cabin, Hunter holding Omega close as they all stand tall, taking in a big, deep breath as they all howl at the moon, loud and strong. After a few moments, they stop to breathe, but before they can howl again-- “Awoooo!”

They all freeze and look at Omega, who lets out the loudest howl she can muster, but it ends up sounding squeaky. Their hearts warm and they smile widely before howling again, this time Omega joining. The night air is filled with their howls, letting the whole forest know that they aren’t afraid to hide who they are whenever they are safe and alone with the company of each other, able to be free and proud to be werewolves, the so-called monsters that humans think that they are.

Once they finish, they sigh in content, letting out a deep rumble from their chests. Omega then yawns and closes her eyes, falling asleep. “Aww, someone's tired.” Wrecker coos, and then Omega shivers a bit, making everyone frown. “We should get her inside now, she’s been outside for a while.” Hunter lets them know, making everyone nod and head inside.

Hunter waits for a little bit, seeing that Omega has opened her eyes again, mesmerized by the bright lights in the sky and the glow of the moon, reaching up towards them. Hunter chuckles and whispers to her “Those are stars, Pup. We’ll come back and see them tomorrow, I promise that they’ll still be there.” Omega’s eyes droop again and close, her head falling against Hunter’s chest as she drifts off to sleep.

Hunter smiles and carries her into the cabin, and to her little pile of blankets. His brothers are all sitting on the floor, and smile when they see the sleeping baby. “You know, if anyone asked us two weeks ago if we’d ever take care of a pup, I’m pretty sure we all would say no.” Hunter whispers, making everyone chuckle. “Yeah, look at us now. We have a baby. A baby who’s a girl.” Wrecker laughs out, making everyone chuckle. “Yeah, wouldn’t change it, tho. The only way I would change it, is to have her mother survive.” Echo says, and Hunter frowns. “Yeah, I’m sure we’d all change that.”

xxx

Hunter and everyone lazes with Omega, the little Pup being so aware of her surroundings now. They are all still in their werewolf forms, this being how it always is after a full moon. It’s nice for them to stay transformed afterwards.

The only time they turn human right after a full moon is when one has to work. But that's usually Echo, and he thankfully only had a morning shift, so Crosshair and him transformed as soon as they got back, not even coming into the living room until they were wolves.

Omega coos, as Crosshair changes her diaper. This one, was unfortunately a messy one, making them all cover their noses. “Uh, how does such a little thing make such a stink?!!” Wrecker asks, and Hunter chuckles. “You were much worse, believe me.”

Everyone laughs at that, as Crosshair finishes, throwing the diaper out. “Ah, all clean, Squirt.” He coos, making Omega make her own tiny cooing noise, hitting his nose as he nuzzles her little stomach. Hunter smiles softly, as Crosshair lays her down and curls around her.

She yawns and falls asleep, but they all know she’s due for a bottle in about an hour, so this nap won’t last for long. Crosshair smiles as he lays beside her, petting the tiny Pup’s head. He frowns. “She hasn’t gotten much bigger?” He says with confusion, making Tech hum. “Well, she’s only two weeks old. And premature, who knows how long it’ll take her to grow.” Crosshair nods, worry leaving his features.

Hunter stretches out a bit, laying on his back. “Nice to be able to have a day of being a werewolf.” He hums, and Wrecker laughs loudly. “Yeah, Omega gets that every day.” They all laugh, laying down and just relaxing.

xxx

Hunter smiles as he gets dressed, it’s been about two days since Omega’s opened her eyes, and everything’s been great. He finishes getting dressed, and walks downstairs. Tech is cuddling with Omega this time. So the rest of them are human. Wrecker, Echo and Crosshair are still sleeping. Hunter walks to the living room to see his Omega.

But when she sees him, she shakes and starts wailing, pressing her face into Tech’s chest. Hunter gets a confused look. “What’s wrong with her, Tech?” Hunter walks forward and crouches down, going to pick her up, but when Omega turns back around and sees Hunter go to pick her up, she nips his hand, and scratches him. Hunter lets out a whine, one that he’s made while around Omega.

It’s at that moment that Omega’s wails turn to sniffles, her ears perking up a little. Hunter seethes in slight pain from the scratches, but when the pain passes and the scratches start to heal themselves, he looks at her, seeing her expression is no longer one of fear now, but more confusion. It’s quiet for a few moments, but then Tech realises-- “She must have been scared and didn’t know who you are, and it seems like she is still confused and unsure.”

Hunter feels bad for scaring Omega, but then he uses the gentle voice that he’s been using in front of her for the past couple of weeks. “Hey, Pup. It’s alright, don’t be afraid.” Omega is still not sure about him. Tech hums “Maybe you should transform in front of her.”

Hunter’s eyes widen. “It might scare her being this young.” Hunter whimpers a little, but then Tech sighs “I know, but I don’t see any other logical solution to this situation, because if you walk out and transform and walk back in your wolf form, then she’ll think that your human form is just a stranger. So seeing you transform will make her realise that you are the same person.”

It does make sense, Hunter sighs in defeat, standing up and walking away, Omega watching with curious eyes. Hunter pulls off his shirt and his bandana too, placing them on the couch. Next, he changes his pants for a pair of the already ripped ones in the box. He concentrates and starts transforming immediately, sighing when he feels it start. He keeps his groans and growls to a minimum, knowing that this is Omega’s first time seeing them transform.

He sees Omega watching him with wide eyes, also letting out a whimper and a whine here and there, but Tech rubs her back soothingly. Hunter’s bones crack and rearrange, fur growing all over his body as he gets bigger, his pants tearing. His face elongates into a snout and his tail grows long and fluffy. He huffs once it’s finished, standing in the familiar wolf form that Omega has seen him in for the past two days.

Omega’s expression is almost unreadable, so Hunter speaks softly and coos “See, it’s still me. I promise, Pup, I’m still me when I’m like that.” After a moment, Omega whines and reaches out to him, making tiny grabby motions. Tech smiles when Hunter walks over “See? She recognises you.”

Hunter smiles and gently takes her into his arms, holding her close. “Yeah, I’m so happy about that.” He says, nuzzling Omega and making her laugh.

Suddenly Crosshair, Wrecker and Echo walk in. Crosshair smiles and walks over. “Hey, Squirt.” He says groggily, but they all wake up immediately when she starts wailing.

“Omega, what’s wrong, Sweetheart?” Echo asks, but she continues to cry. Crosshair walks over and tries to pick her up from Hunter’s arms, but she nips at him, making Crosshair pull his hand away. “Is she afraid of us?” Wrecker asks, noticing that she’s trying to hide. Hunter sighs. “She’s never seen us as humans before, so she doesn’t understand that we’re the same.” Crosshair gets a confused look.

“But we’ve been human around her before?” He questions, but Tech pops up. “Yes, before she opened her eyes. And since she’s opened her eyes, it was a full moon, and we’ve all stayed in our werewolf forms. Except you and Echo, but you two have transformed before coming anywhere near Omega’s line of sight.”

“Oh, so she thinks we’re strangers.” Wrecker ponders, and Tech nods. “Yes, also you do smell the same, so that may also be confusing her. Since in her mind, your scent belongs to three werewolves, not three humans.” Echo nods. “That makes so much sense, a sweetheart.” He coos, but Omega just cries. Wrecker goes to walk closer, but she lets out a small, squeaky growl.

“Aww.” Wrecker coos, but he gets a sad look. Hunter frowns at them. “I had to transform to show her that I’m… well, me. I’m thinking we transform for a few moments, but then transform back to human? To maybe seal the deal, and prove that it’s us.” They all nod.

“That makes sense, then Tech can just transform to human.” Echo suggests, and Tech nods. Echo, Crosshair and Wrecker all take their shirts off, grabbing their ripped pants from the box near the door, quickly changing and walking back in. Echo pulls off his legs, sitting on the ground since he won’t be in that form for long.

“Alright, this won’t scare the Squirt?” Crosshair asks, and Hunter nods. “She was a bit, but she didn’t seem scared. More upset, she probably thought it caused me a lot of pain, and not just discomfort.” They all nod.

“Alright, here we go, Kid!” Wrecker softly tells her, enthusiasm evident in his voice, she whimpers a bit, making their hearts break. They then close their eyes and start to shift, sighing in relief. Crosshair opens his now yellow eyes, looking to Omega who has a confused look, as they all try to keep their growls and groans in a bit more, not wanting to scare her too much.

Echo growls a bit, fur covering his body as his bones crack. His body grows bigger, arm growing longer, as his teeth grow sharper. His mouth elongates, becoming a snout. Wrecker smiles happily, as his legs crack and bend, becoming haunches. It doesn’t feel as nice for them, since they were all wanting to be in their human forms, but anything for Omega.

It ends with them growing a bit bigger, and tails growing from their backsides, but Crosshair and Wrecker stretch out a bit. Omega coos at them now, making them smile. “There, so should we turn human now?” Wrecker asks, and Hunter nods. He hands Omega to Tech. “How about we go first, then Tech goes? Since someone has to hold Omega?”

They all nod and then step back, closing their eyes in concentration before they feel themselves change back. Omega whimpers, reaching out her hands to them, struggling in Tech’s hold. Tech presses his ears back as he hushes her. “Shh, it’s okay. There there, they’re okay.” Omega looks up at him with teary eyes as her lip quivering a little, looking at him as if she can understand, because she stops wriggling around but still whines, her eyes looking in the direction of everyone transforming.

Their bodies start to crack and snap back into place, their fur, teeth and claws retracting as their ears become less pointy and their eyes become less wolf-like, returning to their usual honey brown appearance. Their tails grow shorter and shorter until they become nothing, their legs and arms now human as they shrink down to their normal human selves. The transformation finishes and Hunter ties his bandana around his head. None of them bother getting dressed for now, since they usually don’t put their clothes on straight away, they’ll just walk around in their torn pants and even sleep in them.

Omega is still whimpering in Tech’s arms, but she no longer seems scared. Hunter takes a few experimental steps forward, not wanting Omega to feel scared again. Instead of the timid reaction he expected, she throws her hands out infront of her, as if she needs him. Tech chuckles sweetly, this time letting Omega move to the direction she wants to go. In this instance, that would be Hunter “Looks like she wants you, Hunter.”

Hunter smiles and walks a little quicker, stopping right in front of Tech and Omega. She pulls retreats back into Tech, thinking for a moment with a timid look on her face, almost as if she is having second thoughts. But then she reaches out again with a whine, letting Hunter know that she wants him to pick her up.

Hunter reaches out to her and takes her from Tech, cradling her gently in his arms, holding her close to his chest. He kisses the top of her head, making her let out a small noise of content, nuzzling into his face. Tech stands up with a smile and transforms next, becoming more and more human, then only half a minute later, he’s fully human.

Crosshair walks over and pets her head. “Glad that’s taken care of, I do not like her being scared of us.” He grumbles. Seeing Omega afraid of him had really, really hurt. Omega coos, hitting his face with her hand. Crosshair smiles a rare smile, sighing with relief. “Omega!” Wrecker runs over, making Omega coo. Echo follows Wrecker, chuckling softly as he looks at the little pup.

“You are such a Sweety. I’ll have to see you later. Cross, I gotta work.” Crosshair nods as both him and Echo run to get dressed into regular clothes, as Tech walks over to see Omega, the Pup whimpers until she smells him, then coos.

Echo and Crosshair run out the door, jumping into the truck. Crosshair starts it up, driving down the road. He turns and looks to Echo. “Have you eaten today?” He asks, knowing how his oldest brother is. He has a habit of starving himself at some points, part of his trauma. Echo frowns. “No, I haven’t.” Crosshair sighs softly. “Let’s pick you up something from Tim Hortons, alright? Just a breakfast wrap and smoothie?” He suggests, and Echo nods. “Alright, thanks Cross.”

Crosshair smiles. “No thanks necessary. We take care of eachother, no matter what.” Tim Hortons is right on the edge of town, next to the gas station, so they get there in only a few minutes, pulling the truck into the drivethru and winds down his window, looking at the menu while he waits for--

“Hi, welcome to Tim Hortons, what can I get for you?” The employee asks through the speaker. Crosshair rests an arm on the car door. “Hi, just a bacon and sausage breakfast wrap and a smoothie.”

“Yep. Okay, what flavour and size smoothie will that be, sir?” Crosshair looks at Echo for an answer, then Echo smiles “My favourite, please.” Crosshair nods and smiles, looking back at the speaker. “Strawberry and Banana, also make it a large.”

“Is that everything for you?” The employee checks, then Crosshair looks over at Echo who nods timidly. “Yeah, that’s everything.” Crosshair replies.

“That’s great, just drive on round and make your payment there.” The employee tells Crosshair. “Thanks.” He replies, driving around the building to the payment and collection window.

The employee has a kind smile on her face as Crosshair pulls up, reaching for his wallet. “That’ll be $13.” She says, Crosshair handing over the money in exact amount. The food soon arrives and is handed over to him. “Have a good day, sir.”

“Thanks.” Crosshair takes it and places the wrap in his lap as he places the staw in the smoothie before handing it to Echo, who takes it and drinks some of it as Crosshair drives into a space in the parking lot. He parks the car and takes the wrap off of his lap, holding it to Echo. “Here ya go. It’s nice ‘n’ warm.

Crosshair frowns when he notices that Echo pretends to not see or hear him, sipping his smoothie as he looks out of the window. Crosshair sighs a little, not in anger, but in sadness “You need to eat, Echo.” Still no reply…

“...Has someone said something to you?” Crosshair asks, seeing the way Echo flinches at the question. “Maybe.” Echo mumbles as he sips more of his smoothie. Crosshair bristles a bit, growling. “What did they say?” Echo shakes his head. “Nothing, it’s fine.”

Crosshair knows it’s not fine, not at all. But he sighs, knowing that Echo won't tell him anything now. “Eat. Please, Echo.” Echo sighs, placing his drink between his legs. He takes the wrap from Crosshair, ripping the top half of cardboard off and taking a small bite. Crosshair smiles, checking the time to see that they still have twenty minutes until Echo’s shift. He always leaves early, just in case Echo needs food.

He takes small bites from his wrap, humming at the taste. “Hey, you think we could con Hunter into getting a pizza for dinner?” Crosshair jokes, making Echo chuckle. “Isn’t it me who you usually con?”

Crosshair chuckles. “Yeah, you got me. Can we get one?” He asks hopefully, making Echo laugh. “This is one of the few times you actually sound nineteen, Crossy. And not older.” Crosshair shakes his head. “Can we?” He asks again, and Echo sighs. “You know I can’t say no to you. Of course we can, it’ll be a surprise for the others.” Echo winks, then looks down with a surprise look to see half his wrap gone.

He takes the rest out, eating it quickly. Crosshair smiles. “Yeah, definitely.” He then frowns. “You know you can tell us when someones saying things to you, right? Just because you’re the oldest, doesn’t mean you need to hide these things from us.” Crosshair tells him, his voice going much softer than usual.

Echo has taken care of them for a long time, ever since they found him and nursed him back to health. Crosshair was ten back then, and Echo helped raise him and his brothers ever since. Echo sighs. “It’s fine, Crossy. I only have ten minutes to get to work, can we please go?” Crosshair lets out a sigh, but nods. “Of course, can’t have you late.” He starts the truck, pulling out of the parking lot. Echo sips at his smoothie as they drive, and Crosshair keeps an eye on him.

He pulls up in front of the blockbuster, three minutes to spare. Echo smiles. “Thanks, Cross. Here, you can finish off my smoothie.” Echo hands him the half full drink, hopping out of the truck and running into the store after the door closes.

Crosshair stares at the cup with worry in his eyes, this is Echo’s favourite drink. He almost always finishes it, this isn’t right. He drives away, promising himself that he’ll speak to the manager when he gets back later, so as not to let Echo know. He just wants his brother to be watched over, not trusting these damned humans.

He drives to a local pub, one he usually stays at. Not to drink, but to talk, and see if he hears anything about Omega’s mother… or perhaps her unknown father. He also would love a game of darts about now, or pool.

xxx

Crosshair had gone shopping for supplies earlier in the day, so he took a trip back home before heading back out to town to pick Echo up from work. He works five hour shifts Monday to Thursday, so his job isn’t too hard on him but he still gets paid enough.

Usually his manager is kind and pays Echo more, knowing that he needs the extra help and support. Echo is usually stubborn about being helped out, since he wants to feel independent, but when it comes to being paid or having some sort of service done for him, he’ll take it with gratitude.

Crosshair drives down the road and approaches the blockbuster, but what he sees makes his blood absolutely boil. Echo is on the floor, surrounded by some teens, about a year younger than Crosshair. They laugh and spit on Echo, making Echo grimace in disgust and cry.

One of the teens is holding his leg, teasing Echo with it by pretending to give it back, but quickly ripping it away when Echo reaches for it. Echo’s face has some dirt there and is riddled with bruises, not healing. Echo’s healing hasn’t worked very well after what the humans poisoned him with. Which makes his brothers even more protective of him.

Crosshair has never swerved into a parking lot and parked the car up so fast in his life, jumping out and running over to where his older brother is on the floor and trying to crawl away, tears streaming down his face. One of the teens is about to kick him when Crosshair pushes him back. “I’d give that back and fuck off if I were you.” Crosshair warns through gritted teeth, standing over Echo protectively.

The teens cower back slightly at Crosshair’s tone, but the oldest doesn’t seem to back down, instead walking towards him “Oh yeah? What you gonna do about it, old man--?” In a split second, Crosshair’s fist is thrown at the teens face, making the teen stumble back and clutch at his nose, his eyes watering “Shit! He broke my nose!”

Crosshair glares at them “Now...Give me his leg back and fuck the hell off. Ya hear me?” The other teen holding the leg is panicking and doesn’t want to go anywhere near Crosshair, so he tosses it into a garbage can.

At that moment, one of Echo’s managers bursts out of the store, brushing some of his ginger hair from his face. The other one had already gone home early, as usual. “What’s going on?” He asks, eyes wide, when he sees Echo on the floor, a group of teenagers and Echo’s leg in a garbage can. He sees red when he glares at the teens. “Leave, now! Don’t come here ever again, you hear me?!”

The teenager with the broken nose and blood on his face glares at Crosshair and then they all run off. Crosshair is absolutely fuming, trying so hard right now not to transform, but then the sound of whimpering and sobbing draws his attention away from the retreating degenerates.

“Echo…” Crosshair says as he kneels on the ground and pulls Echo up and into him, wiping away his tears and being careful of the bruises there. Echo sobs and hides his face in his arm, making Crosshair feel so angry and so sad that they’ve broken Echo to pieces. “Those bastards. I swear, I’ll kill ‘em.”

Crosshair feels someone tap his shoulder, making him whip his head around, seeing Echo’s manager crouch down, holding Echo’s leg out to him. This must be the nice manager he’s heard about. “Here, it isn’t too dirty. Luckily it just landed on some boxes.” He hands it to Crosshair, who takes it and immediately attaches it to Echo. The manager sees something in Crosshair’s eyes, was that...a flash of yellow?

“Why don’t you come into my office? I have a first aid kit, so we can patch him up.” Echo’s manager offers, his blue eyes full of sadness that his favourite employee has gotten into such a state. Crosshair is struggling to process anything, but he nods “Please.”

The manager sees the sharper teeth when Crosshair talks, but says nothing of it as he helps Echo up along with Crosshair, each putting an arm over their shoulder, Crosshair on Echo’s right, since he knows how sensitive Echo is about others touching his stub.

As they go into the store, the manager closes the shop, flipping the sign from open to closed, to make sure no customers will enter. They walk through the empty store and into the back where the office is located. It’s a pretty decent size, though it’s only big enough for a desk, some cabinets and a sofa, in which they lay Echo on.

Once Echo’s in a comfortable position, Crosshair sits down on a seat nearby, interlocking his fingers and placing his elbows on his knees, leaning over as his leg bounces. The manager eyes Crosshair as he walks to the white first box on the wall and brings it back over to Echo, kneeling down and taking out an antibacterial wipe.

Being careful of the bruises, he wipes the dirt off of Echo’s face gently, frowning at the sight of Echo’s weak and sobbing form and Crosshair sitting hunched over on the chair. “Can you take off the beanie? Just so I can check for bruising, or a head wound?” Echo shakes his head rapidly, making the manager frown. “Please? You know me, I won’t make fun or anything. I just want to help.” He sees the younger brother tense up a bit, but Echo sighs and nods. He takes the beanie off.

The manager frowns with worry when he sees the patchy hair, a few bald spots here and there, but smiles. “Hm, no damage. That’s good. You can put it back on now.” Echo nods, pulling the beanie back on. The manager then turns to his brother, smiling. “I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet, I’m Obi Wan.”

Crosshair hums, groaning a bit. “I’m Crosshair, Echo’s youngest brother.” Obi Wan smiles. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, are you okay?” Crosshair nods, still looking down. “Yeah, can you give us a bit alone? Please?” Obi Wan nods, walking out. Echo looks at Crosshair, frowning. “You okay?” He asks softly, but Crosshair shakes his head.

“I’m going to transform.” Echo goes pale, even paler than usual. “Crossy, no. You gotta hold it back.” Crosshair starts pulling his shirts off, then his boots in preparation.Crosshair looks up, bright yellow eyes looking in fear.

“I’ve been holding it back Echo, since I saw ya getting beat up. I can’t anymore.” He whines a bit, making Echo growl and look to the door. Crosshair’s right, he won’t be able to hold it any longer.

He’s going to hurt himself if he does. “Alright. Alright, just… we need… no.” He panics, not knowing what to do. He needs to protect his baby brother, but how. He knows Obi Wan is nice, but what will he do when he finds out about them?

Crosshair lets out a yell, falling to the ground and groaning. Echo’s heart breaks, knowing how painful a transformation is after holding it in, especially when your body forces it. Echo jumps off the couch and limps over to Crosshair, holding him close. “Shh, it’s alright. I’m here, It’s alright.” Echo whispers softly, holding Crosshair close, shoving his face into his chest to muffle his baby brother's screams.

He holds him close as Crosshair’s bones crack, bending and rearranging. Crosshair growls into Echo’s chest, as fur grows all over his body, and his face starts to elongate. He continues to grow bigger and bigger, dwarfing Echo as a large fluffy tail grows from his backside, and his legs crack and form haunches.

It’s finally finished, Crosshair fully transformed and sporting grey fur, claws and sharp teeth. He whimpers and whines, pulling Echo into his lap and holding him like a lifeline. The painful transformations are always bad for Crosshair, causing him to be extra scared and cuddly.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Obi Wan yells, neither Echo or Crosshair saw him come in. He’s holding up a pair of scissors, pointing them menacingly at Crosshair. Crosshair whimpers a bit, burying his face into Echo’s chest. He hates humans seeing him, it always hurts when they fear him, and call him a monster, it hurts every one of the werewolves.

Obi Wan gets a confused look, not understanding what the hell is going on. Echo holds his hand up in surrender “Don't, Obi Wan, please.” He begs, tears in his eyes, thinking that Obi Wan is going to kill them. Obi Wan blinks a few times, not sure if he's seeing things or what. He holds the scissors in his hand, but not pointing them at Crosshair with such menace. “Is that...Crosshair? H-He's a…? Shit.” Obi Wan's voice wavers, he feels fear and falls back against his desk, covering his mouth with one hand.

“Don't hurt him, he's only young.” Echo whimpers, wrapping his arm around Crosshair. Obi Wan is speechless, not sure about what to do or say. After a few moments, he finds the courage to talk “Won't he hurt me?” The question makes Crosshair whine, nuzzling into Echo to hide his face, chewing vigorously on his hand.

Echo pulls Crosshair impossibly closer, letting out a sad sigh “We are just misunderstood, all because we look scary. But really, we are who we are on the inside. We are like you humans, some of us are good and some of us are bad. We are good. The only thing you humans got right about us was that we are forced to transform whenever there’s a full moon.”

Obi Wan is shocked to the core, looking at the scissors in his hand and then back at Crosshair, who's shaking. Obi Wan then throws the scissors across the floor away from him. Crosshair's ears flick back at the sound, making him peep out to see that Obi Wan is no longer armed. Crosshair still stays hidden though. Echo notices that Crosshair's hand is bleeding from where he's been biting on his hand, so Echo gently moves his hand away, shaking his head “No no, don't do that, please.” Crosshair reluctantly does so, the teeth marks are obvious, but they start to heal.

Obi Wan stares in shock and disbelief, but what Echo was saying seems to be true, since Crosshair has been a shaking and whimpering mess in Echo's arms for the past minute. Obi Wan takes in a deep, quick breath “Echo...You were saying we a lot, so you’re a werewolf too?” Obi Wan asks. Echo nods, looking nervously at him. Obi Wan sighs shakily. “Now it makes sense why you always left early on full moon nights, sorry for that werewolf joke a few weeks ago.” Obi Wan apologizes softly, feeling a bit bad.

“I've known you for three long years now and I've never even known that you were a werewolf. It's strange to think about that really.” Obi Wan runs a hand through his hair, seeing how Echo looks at him with a nervous look and stays quiet. Obi Wan is full of guilt “I'm not going to hurt you. After all, you said that you are you, right? So why would I want to hurt my friends?” Echo looks at Crosshair with a small smile “True.” Echo says, Crosshair looking at Obi Wan a little more, not as afraid now.

Obi Wan then looks towards Crosshair, grimacing a bit. “I’m so sorry for threatening you, do you need some bandages for your hand?” Obi Wan asks softly, and Crosshair nods. “Y-Yeah, please. I’m sorry for transforming in your office, I’m only nineteen, and still have a hard time controlling my emotions. Sorry again.” Obi Wan smiles. “It’s alright.”

He walks over to the first aid kit, grabbing a few bandages. He walks back over, eyeing Echo. “Do you mind if I do it? Echo may have a troubling time.” Crosshair nods, and Obi Wan gets to work, gently grabbing Crosshair’s hand after he sits beside him, wrapping it up. “Hmm, soft.” He hums, making Echo chuckle.

“You’re taking this better than I thought.” Obi Wan smiles. “I can understand that, I’m still sorry for threatening your brother--” “It’s alright, you walked into your office to see a giant wolf. That would scare me too.” Crosshair tells him grumpily, making Obi Wan smile.

“I see why I’ve never met your brothers, Echo. And why you five are so reclusive.” Echo nods. “Yeah, I wanted you to meet them. But we just don’t talk to people much, and we kind of get nervous around humans.” Obi Wan nods in understanding.

“I understand, I’m sure you’ve almost been hurt by us before.” Echo frowns, looking at the ground. “Echo… humans did that to his legs and arm. The story he told you about the car accident was a lie.”Crosshair tells him, making Obi Wan’s eyes widen.

“We… A human did that! That is the most disgusting, absurd thing I’ve ever heard!! When was this!!” Obi Wan asks, making Echo sigh. “I was sixteen, they also poisoned me and killed my mother. The only reason I survived was because my now brother’s found me and saved me.” Obi Wan feels like he wants to be sick, Crosshair raises an eyebrow. “I thought all humans hate us, you’re different though. I like you.” Crosshair grumbles, making Echo’s eyes widen. “Woah, Crosshair never likes humans. You made a good impression on him.”

Obi Wan smiles, but then Echo chuckles nervously. “Um, mind driving us home? I can’t drive and Crosshair… he needs to hide in the back.” Obi Wan nods. “Of course I can, I’m sure your brothers are worried.” Echo’s eyes widen, as he checks his phone and flinches. “Yeah, ten missed calls from Hunter. We better get going.” Obi Wan nods, watching Echo grab Crosshair’s shirts. Obi Wan peeks out the door.

“The coast is clear.” He calls, as Echo and Crosshair peek out. They then run to the truck, quickly hiding Crosshair under the tarp. Obi Wan locks up the store, then hops in the front seat, finding the keys still in the ignition from Crosshair’s hasty jump out earlier. He waits for Echo to jump in, then he turns the car on and starts driving away, as Echo directs him to their home.

xxx

Obi Wan sees the cabin, humming a bit. “Looks like a nice place to live.” He tells Echo as they pull up, then three men run out, one with goggles holding something bundled in a blanket. But when the man looks at him, he turns and walks quickly back into the cabin, closing the door behind him. The two other men stay standing, wide-eyed and standing nervously.

The truck pulls up, Wrecker shifts about on his feet nervously while Hunter just stands with his arms crossed, feeling both confused and angry as to why a stranger is sitting in the driver's seat. The truck pulls up and stops on the driveway, the stranger and Echo both getting out and walking over. The stranger looks nervous, but Hunter doesn't let it cross his mind right now “Who is this hu-- stranger, and why was driving the Marauder and not Crosshair? Where is Crosshair, did he get lost again?” Hunter fake laughs, but it sounds genuine.

Get lost is something they say instead of saying transform. Hunter's eyes widen and shakes his head as he sees Crosshair walk up behind the stranger “Um, don't turn around.” Hunter says to the stranger, hiding the alarm in his voice the best he can, but instead of the stranger turning around, Crosshair walks right up behind him. The stranger looks at Crosshair with a smile, but Hunter takes it completely the wrong way.

“Crosshair, no!!!” Hunter growls. There's no time for reaction, because Hunter is lunging at the stranger in an instant, knocking him back and making him slide across the cold, muddy ground.

Obi Wan groans and rubs the back of his head, then the sound of cracking and screaming makes him look back towards the place where he saw the man run at him and push him away with inhuman strength. Obi Wan's eyes widen to see the man transforming into a werewolf. He then runs and pins him down, growling menacingly. “Were you holding Echo captive?!!! To lead you to us and kill us?!!”

He then pulls his clawed hand up, sharp claws tapping the one end of his throat, ready to slit it. Obi Wan whimpers, trying to crawl out of the hold to no avail, but then Crosshair pushes the werewolf off of him, pulling him up and hiding him behind him. “Hunter, stop!” Obi Wan freezes, hearing the name Echo’s spoken about, his oldest, younger brother. He’s also heard the name as one of their best lifeguards in the summer.

“What are you doing?!! He's a human!!!” The wolf, Hunter, yells, but Echo runs over. “He's my manager, Hunter.” Hunter freezes, but then growls “The shitty one?” He asks, and Obi Wan would chuckle if he could from behind Crosshair, but he’s too scared.

Echo shakes his head “No, the nice one. My friend who gives me the extra money. This is Obi Wan.” Echo moves to Crosshair, gently pulling Obi Wan out. Obi Wan shakes a bit, as he sees Hunter looking him over.

“Are you one of the bad werewolves?” Obi Wan asks, making Hunter’s ears press back. “Uh, no. No I’m not. I’m sorry, I was protecting my brothers, I didn’t mean to… well… I’m so sorry.” He says sheepishly, but Obi Wan starts to calm down, letting out a tiny chuckle. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Hunter. I’m sorry, your brother had gotten beaten up, but me and Crosshair helped him. Then he transformed and… You probably know the rest.” Hunter nods, frowning and looking at Echo. “We will speak about this later, once Obi Wan leaves.” He tells him, making Echo nod.

Hunter then turns back to Obi Wan. “Well, guess we owe you dinner and an explanation.” Hunter chuckles nervously, and Obi Wan smiles. “Yes, thank you.” Hunter smiles, then Echo looks at Wrecker. “Think you can run and pick up a pizza?” He asks, and Wrecker nods. He runs to the truck and starts it, driving off. Echo picks up his phone to order quickly. Crosshair has an excited look, as Hunter chuckles. “Wrecker should only be about twenty minutes, so let's head inside.”

Obi Wan nods, following Hunter, Crosshair and Echo into the cabin. They walk to the living room, seeing the man with goggles sitting on the couch, a bottle of milk in his hand. Obi Wan looks towards the bundle of blankets, which are pulled to the man's chest even closer, a nervous look in his eyes. Obi Wan smiles kindly “Do you guys have a baby?” He asks, Echo nods and smiles “Yes, her name's Omega, she’s a baby werewolf. The man holding her is Tech.”

Tech still looks nervous, Echo notices “Don't worry, Tech. This is Obi Wan, the nice manager from work.” Obi Wan chuckles “Guess I'm known as the nice manager.” Tech laughs as well, nodding as he brings the bottle to Omega's mouth “Yes, we all despise the other one. It's nice to meet you, Obi Wan.”

Obi Wan smiles at the bundle of blankets, Echo noticing. “Would you like to meet her?” Obi Wan nods, then he walks over and round the back of the sofa, smiling down at the tiny, blonde werewolf in Tech's arms “She's a cutie.” Obi Wan coos, but Omega, who's still feeding, whines a little at the sight of the stranger. Tech rocks her gently “Shh, it's alright, Darling.”

Omega calms down, then Obi Wan looks at Tech “How old is she?” Tech looks at him “She's just over two weeks now. She isn't any of ours though.” Obi Wan nods, but then he's confused about how they have a baby werewolf, but then clicks in his mind. “I see. I guess I was right then. That werewolf that ran through town two weeks ago was pregnant.”

They look at him in shock, Hunter piping up “You saw her?” Obi Wan nods “Yes, I heard all of the townsfolk saying about how she was fat, but that was not what a fat wolf looked like. That fluid, she was ready to give birth then?”

They all have surprised looks, surprised with how much he knows “Yeah, she was-- how do you know so much?” Obi Wan didn't even realise that he was showing off his veterinary skills. “I have a degree in veterinary, but I have never been able to find a job around here to be a vet. I was going to run my own business, but I've noticed that no one really owns pets around here. Sorry, I'm probably boring you all, so where is she? The mother, I mean. Could I meet her?”

They all frown, looking at each other. “She didn’t make it, she bled out.” Tech tells him, making Obi Wan growl. “She went into early labor because of the townspeople chasing her, right? Those assholes.” He growls, making them all like Obi Wan even more. “Yeah, we didn’t even know Omega was there until she whined, we almost left the poor thing to freeze.” Echo explains, making Obi Wan frown. “Well, it’s good you found her.”

“Who wants Pizza!!!” Wrecker yells as he walks in, making Obi Wan chuckle a bit as he walks over. Obi Wan, Echo, Tech and Wrecker all sit on the couch to eat, as the werewolves, Hunter and Crosshair, sit on the floor. Echo runs and grabs them some plates, handing them out before sitting down. Then Wrecker starts handing out pizza.

“So, you’re the nice manager?” Wrecker asks, handing Obi Wan a slice of pizza and he chuckles, nodding. “Yes. Yes I am.” Wrecker gets a huge smile. “You’re the first human to know about us… who hasn’t tried to kill us, I mean. Any questions for this once in a lifetime experience.” Obi Wan nods. “Alright, maybe some true or false. Is it true that a silver bullet will kill you?” He asks, and Echo chuckles. “Pretty much we’re like humans in that aspect, except we heal faster.” Hunter explains.

“Who wouldn’t a silver bullet kill if it hits the right spot?” Tech questions, making Obi Wan nod. “Understandable. Do you guys act wolf-like? Like howling at the moon, or licking as a form of affection?” Echo smiles. “That’s true, we do act more wolf-like, but still human.”

Obi Wan hums “I see. Do other mythical creatures exist?” he asks, taking a bite of his pizza “We only know the existence of vampires, but we aren't very sure of others, such as witches, dragons, fairies, merpeople and a wider range of creatures.” Tech explains as he burps Omega, since she has finished her bottle.

“Interesting, so do vampires sparkle when they go into the sunlight?” Everyone grumbles, Crosshair facepalming “Did you get that idea from Twilight?” Obi Wan looks at him curiously “Yes, why?”

“Those films are so dumb. Everything about them is wrong. Vampires burn when they go into the light, and it's very very painful.” Echo explains, grimacing at the memory of when a vampire attacked them, how it's whole body burned until it was nothing but a pile of bones. “Ah, not very pleasant then.” Obi Wan laughs a little nervously.

Echo nods, then Obi Wan looks to the other werewolves. “You also look very different from movies, much fluffier.” Hunter chuckles. “Yeah, we are pretty fluffy. The ones on tv always have something that looks off about them, they just can’t get us right.” Obi Wan chuckles too. “I honestly like you guys better, now another question, if you bit me would I become a werewolf too?” Echo laughs and shakes his head. “No, for werewolves you need a specific gene. Actually, two humans could have a werewolf child, if they had the right genes, of course.”

Obi Wan hums. “That’s good, so are full moons real too? Since you always seem to rush out during those, Echo?” They all nod. “That’s the only thing you humans seemed to get right about us.” Crosshair grumbles, making Obi Wan smile at him. “That’s very interesting, I’m glad I know about you guys now, I can help Echo get out of the store earlier during full moons.”

Echo’s eyes widen. “You don't have to do that, Obi Wan.” Obi Wan smiles. “It’s alright, I don't mind. You are my friend.” Echo smiles, and then Hunter chuckles. “Yeah, I have to add. So sorry for never meeting you, we just… we get nervous around humans.”

Obi Wan nods at them, smiling kindly “That's completely understandable, us humans don't exactly trust each other either.” He takes a bite of pizza as Hunter agrees with him “That's true, we've heard of the wars between them, how they use guns and explosives to fight and kill. But I guess that all werewolves need is a sharp set of teeth and claws.”

Obi Wan nods, swallowing his mouthful of pizza as he looks at Hunter's claws “Yes, and I guess that they are much more efficient, seeming that you have them at hand. Quite literally at that.” Everyone laughs and continues to eat. “Thank you for trusting me. I know it must've been difficult since I am human.” Obi Wan looks at them all, Tech hums and pipes up “You're welcome. After all, you have helped Echo a lot and we are forever grateful for that.”

Obi Wan smiles, feeling overjoyed that his efforts to help out his friend have definitely paid off. A few minutes later, everyone finishes their pizza and Wrecker collects the boxes and takes them out to the garbage. They all sit around, then Obi Wan hums. “You know, I actually met a werewolf once before.” They all perk up. “Did you?” Echo asks, and Obi Wan nods. “Yeah, it was… my parents were driving me home from the library, and they almost hit it.. no, him. They almost hit him.”

They all frown, and Hunter looks at Obi Wan. “Did you get in an accident?” Obi Wan nods. “Yeah, I remember that my parents… they died, but I was pulled out of the car by the werewolf, then I passed out. When I woke up, the werewolf was gone, and a boy was there. He was the same age and told me that the werewolf had run away right after I passed out. I remember he… he kept me with him for a month and we became… friends. Then I woke up in an orphanage, and my brain must have blocked it out.” Hunter and Everyone looks at each other, this story is familiar, too familiar.

“Well, the brain does funny things when something traumatic happens. It must not have been able to separate the memories so it just blocked everything.” Tech comes to a conclusion, making Obi Wan nod.

He then looks at the time. “Crap, it’s late! I better be heading home.” Wrecker jumps up. “I can drive you home?” Obi Wan shakes his head. “No no, my home isn’t far, so I’ll walk. I’ll see you tomorrow Echo, and hopefully I can visit soon.” Echo nods as Obi Wan walks out the door.

Then he looks to the others. “Did that story sound familiar to you?” Echo asks, his face a little scrunched up in thought. They all nod “Yes, it did.” Crosshair pipes up, the Hunter adds in “It sounded a lot like Cody's story he told us of a human boy he saved.”

“Wait wait wait, that was him? The boy Cody told us about?” Wrecker asks, looking out of the window, watching as Obi Wan rounds the corner and disappears into the night. Tech hums “We should tell Cody.” Everyone looks at each other, then they nod. “Okay, I'll call him in the morning to see if he can come round in the afternoon, once Echo is back from work.” Hunter voices the plan for tomorrow, everyone else nodding in agreement.

“Okay, well I need to get some rest for tomorrow at work, so I'll see you guys in the morning.” Echo gets up, his legs a little shaky. He's overworked himself again, but he refuses to “be weak”. He makes his way up the stairs, Omega coos and then burps when she finishes her bottle. Tech smiles down at her and puts the empty bottle down, bringing her up into a sitting position against his chest, patting her back to burp her. She burps another time before she nuzzles into Tech's shoulder, yawning and feeling sleepy. “Aw, let's get you to bed now, Darling.” Tech runs a hand over her back, earning a sleepy coo from Omega in response.

Tech goes upstairs too, leaving Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair. “I want a cuddle pile tonight with you guys.” Wrecker admits, walking over and snuggling into his brothers as they lie down. Hunter nuzzles his head “Of course, Vod'ika. Sleep well. You too, Crossy.” Crosshair gives a sleepy huff in response, making Hunter smile. They all drift off to sleep.

xxx

Soon enough, it's already the afternoon next day. Echo's shift is almost over, so Wrecker has gone to pick up today and Cody will be on his way to them. Hunter called him this morning, telling him that they needed to talk in person about something important. Hunter paces around the living room, Omega in his arms.

“Shh, it’s alright.” She’s crying, and he had no idea why. It seems to be just one of those times when babies cry, and it’s impossible to calm them. Hunter is in his human form at the moment, holding the pup close to his chest. “Shh, honey, what’s the matter?” He asks rhetorically, as the pup continues to wail. He starts singing softly to her, but even that doesn’t work.

“Come on, Sweetheart. It’s alright, I’m right here. And everyone else will back in a bit. Please stop crying.” He runs a hand through the fur on her head, and she nuzzles up into it. Hunter sighs softly, but then––“ when did you guys get a baby!!?” Hunter startles as he turns to see Cody standing in the doorway to the living room.

“Hey, Cody. Um, yeah. Sorry for not telling you, these past couple of weeks have been hectic. This is Omega.” Hunter starts to explain briefly, Omega crying and nuzzling into Hunter’s chest to hide her face. Cody walks into the room and stands next to Hunter. “Aww, she’s a real cutie,” He coos, frowning when she keeps wailing, then he looks at Hunter. “She one of yours’?”

Hunter shakes his head. “No, can we talk about this when the others get here? Wrecker has gone to pick Echo up from work, Crosshair is hunting and Tech is probably in the shed.” Cody nods, showing a kind smile to Omega when she peeps her face out to look at him, only to hide back into Hunter’s chest. “Of course. Is she alright?”

Hunter shakes his head “I’m not sure, she’s been crying for a while now. I’ve tried everything to calm her down. Feeding her, checking her diaper, Tech checked her temperature to see if she was sick or not. She isn’t, which is good. Oh, I even sang to her as well, but...yeah.” He explains, rubbing Omega’s back soothingly as she cries.

Cody is surprised “Even your singing didn’t help? Aw, she must really be upset.” He coos, reaching out and rubbing the top of her head. Omega flinches, but then she nuzzles shyly into his hand, realising that what the strange man is doing isn’t hurting her, but instead it feels nice and comforting.

“Have you tried rocking her?” Cody asks, making Hunter shake his head and begins to, but his movements are a bit too slow and he wobbles a bit. Cody places a hand on his shoulder. “Would you like me to hold her? You look exhausted, Hunter.” Cody offers, Hunter looking down at Omega then back up “Please, if you don’t mind.” He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head before handing her over to Cody.

Cody takes her gently into his arms, her wailing persists, making him frown and coo “Aww, shh. There there, lil’un, it’s alright.” He rocks her gently, swaying side to side and dancing around the room a little.

It takes a good ten minutes of the little dance, but she eventually stops crying, making Cody and Hunter both smile at each. “I’d also recommend getting her some toys, they might help her when she’s sad like this.” Hunter nods from his spot on the couch. “Yeah, we just… we haven’t had the time, but we’ll pick some up soon. Where did you learn that dancing trick?” He asks, making Cody smile.

“I’ve had lots of brothers, some by birth and some adopted. I know my way around young werewolves, I’ll give you guys all the info about baby werewolves later, I promise.” Hunter nods, smiling as Cody comes and sits down beside him, but Omega starts wailing again. It makes him chuckle and stand back up, starting the dance again.

“WE’RE HOME!!!” Wrecker yells as Hunter sits up to see Wrecker, Obi Wan and Echo. Then he sees Crosshair walking in as well, “The deer is in the backyard.” He says simply, making Hunter nod. “Go get Tech, then we can explain to these two why they are here.” Cody gives a curious look as Hunter gestures to him and the ginger haired man. Why does he look so familiar?

Tech then runs in, and Echo leads Obi Wan to the couch. “Alright, everyone but Cody sit down, since Cody is keeping Omega from crying.” They all nod, and sit down, Obi Wan giving a confused look.

“So this human knows about us?” Cody asks, and they all nod. “Cody, please tell us the story about that human boy you met?” Hunter asks, Cody looks at him and nods. “Well, it was about sixteen years ago when I was running through the woods, chasing after a fox. What I didn’t realise was that it was heading straight for a road. I ran out, not thinking about the cars that could be there, and that’s when I saw headlights coming straight for me.” Cody flinches at the memory, making them all frown.

“I thought that was it for me, but then the car swerved in a split second, avoiding me but hitting a tree instead. The car horn was constantly going, so I ran to the front of it and saw that the man driving was lying with his face turned towards me, his eyes open and lifeless. I opened the door and pushed his head off of the wheel to stop the horn. He was completely still and the woman had a tree branch piercing her chest.” Cody sees the man sat next to Echo looking at him with a shocked and confused look.

Cody carries on though “That’s when I heard crying, so I looked into the back and saw a boy my age just sat there and staring at the woman. I was sure that it could have been his mother. That’s when I pulled him out and tried to calm him down, since he was kicking and screaming, trying to get back to the car, then he passed out.”

Obi Wan is completely frozen, mouth agape. “I then transformed back to human and brought him to a cave. When he woke up I lied and told him the werewolf left, I kept him with me for a whole month and fell in love with him, but then…” Cody pauses, looking at the ginger haired man whose mouth is agape. “I had to return him to the humans, so when he was sleeping I took him to an orphanage and left him there.”

Obi Wan tears up, and when he and Cody lock eyes, he can’t take it anymore and runs out of the house.

“What?” Cody asks, and Hunter sighs. “He’s the boy from the story, Cody... the one you saved.” Cody stands there for a moment, frozen in place and unbelieving, then his eyes widen. “Wait...he...that was-- no, how’s that--” Cody doesn’t know what to think right now, struggling to believe that the man who just ran out of the cabin is the boy he saved.

Echo then pipes up, explaining a little more to Cody “He moved here a little over three years ago and became my other manager at the Blockbuster store I work at.”

Cody can’t believe this. He thought Obi Wan had still been living in the town he dropped him off in, closest to where the accident happened. “I-I...I need to go and talk to him. Can...oh god.” Cody holds his head, everything feeling too much right now. “Can someone take Omega please?” Cody asks frantically, needing to go and run after the man who is apparently Obi Wan.

Once Wrecker takes Omega off of him, he runs out of the cabin and into the snow. It would have been pitch black if not for the half moon and stars. He sniffs out the scent, noticing that he has run into the woods directly ahead of him. Cody goes running, following the scent for about a minute before he sees the man’s form just there in front of him, kneeling on the ground.

Cody slowly walks closer, moving to stand in front of-- “Obi Wan?” Cody asks, kneeling down in front of him.

Obi Wan growls. “You left me!! Why!!? I thought--” He chokes back a sob as tears flow freely down his face, breaking Cody’s heart. “I thought you loved me…”

The heartbreak, the anger. This cannot be faked, this is Obi Wan, this is the young boy, now man, Cody had fallen for all those years ago. The one Cody has loved every day since, the one he had wanted to be his mate. “Obi Wan…” he whines, then he loses control, kneeling down on the ground and ripping his jacket and shirt off, making Obi Wan's eyes widen.

“What--” a large crack interrupts him, making Obi Wan gasp as Cody starts to grow larger, and he watches him go through the transformation, fur growing all over Cody's Body. His ears grow pointy and move to the top of his head, as his mouth elongates and a large, fluffy tail grows from his backside. He now has clawed hands and feet as well.

Cody looks at him, fully transformed. There are tears in his eyes, as he lets out sob after sob and curls up on the ground. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He chants and whines, hiding his face in his hands. He can’t believe this. This is the boy he had left at an orphanage all those years ago.

Obi Wan sniffles, partially from the freezing cold and from his sobbing that has ceased. This is Cody, the one who saved him and fell in love with him. The one he had shared his first kiss with. He was the werewolf that saved him, he is the werewolf he just yelled at for abandoning him and now he is broken down and a sobbing mess on the floor.

Too lost in thought, Obi Wan has subconsciously been moving closer to Cody, wanting nothing but to comfort him right now. “Cody...I’m...I’m sorry. Don’t apologise, you haven’t done anything wrong--” “I left you! I’m such an idiot, I just thought that you would be safer there. But instead I made you think that I abandoned you!” Cody sobs out, his claws jabbing into his head, almost piercing the skin, making Obi Wan frown. “Stop, Cody, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

Cody shrugs “I deserve it. I was scared that you wouldn’t be safe, I...I wanted to do the right thing for you.” Obi Wan shakes his head “No, no! You don’t deserve this, Cody, not in the slightest. I shouldn't have just assumed, or even said, that you abandoned me. That was wrong of me, I see that now. I still love you, Cody. I love you so fucking much and I don’t want to let you go, or let me go, ever again. You saved me, and that’s something I want to repay you for, I want to do that by spending the rest of our lives together.”

Obi Wan cries again, leaning down and placing his forehead against the backs of Cody’s hands. He then gently holds one of them, sitting up and trying to pull one away. “Please, Cody. don’t hurt yourself.” Obi Wan begs, making Cody finally relax his hands and letting Obi Wan gently pull it away.

Obi Wan gently laces their fingers together, Cody’s hand dwarfing his own by a lot. Cody’s wide eyes look at Obi Wan with so much uncertainty, and fear. But Obi Wan just leans over and gently kisses Cody’s forehead.

“I… I love you too, Obi Wan. More than anything else in this life.” Cody sits up and pulls Obi Wan into his lap, making the ginger man smile and nuzzle into the fur. “You should have told me, I… I think you look very handsome like this, Love.” Cody smiles softly, nuzzling against the top of Obi Wan's head.

Cody’s tail wags at the compliment, blushing under his fur. Obi Wan smiles and chuckles “You like that? Me calling you handsome?” Cody nods and licks the top of Obi Wan’s head. Obi Wan then looks up at him with a slightly confused look, but not a disgusted one. “It’s my way of showing affection, so it’s like a kiss but just in a wolf way.” Cody explains shyly, but Obi Wan nuzzles his fur “Then you can do it as many times as you like, because I love it. I love you, Cody.”

Cody hugs Obi Wan close, licking his hair and wrapping his arms securely around his long lost lover, keeping him safe from the pesky frostbite that threatens to make him cold. Cody then smiles and really just wants to let out how he feels “Obi Wan, I...get if what I’m about to say is uncomfortable, so I totally understand if you’re weirded out or--” “Love, it’s okay. You can tell me your deepest, darkest secret and I would never stop loving you. Okay?” Obi Wan assures him, making Cody wag his tail again. “Thank you. Well, when we were kids, I wanted you to be my mate, but...I wasn’t sure back then if you would still love me if you knew what I was, but now…” Cody trails off, feeling embarrassed.

Obi Wan catches on, feeling surprised that Cody wants him to be his mate “You know now that I still love you, and...you want me to be your mate?” The question is a shot in the dark, but Cody nods, happy that Obi Wan understood, so he nods. Obi Wan cups Cody’s face “Then I’ll be your mate.”

Cody lets out a rumble of content from deep within his chest, basking in the presence of his long, lost lover. Obi Wan buries himself into Cody’s fur, enjoying the comforting warmth. His sniffles die down as he warms up, since Cody is keeping the cold from nipping at his skin, but he still lets out a sneeze. Cody smiles softly, pulling Obi Wan impossibly closer. “Want to go back now? I’m sure the others would have the fireplace going by now, so we’ll go and get cozy. I’ll make you a hot cup of cocoa too if you want?”

Obi Wan hums with content “That sounds wonderful.” He kisses the side of Cody’s snout, his eyes fluttering closed as he snuggles into Cody. He yelps in surprise when Cody repositions him so he’s carried bridal style. Cody gives him a small smile as he picks up his jacket and shirt before carrying Obi Wan back to the cabin.

It takes them a few minutes, but they arrive back. Cody was right, the fire in the lounge is crackling away, emitting a warm glow. Cody walks up the few steps and places Obi Wan down. “I’ll transform out here so I don’t scare the pup.” The pup--? Oh he means Omega. “Okay, no worries at all. I’ll see you in there.” He reaches up to cup Cody’s face for a moment before heading inside.

He’s met with warm, comforting smiles. “Hey, Obi Wan.” They’re speaking quieter than usual. Omega has fallen asleep next to Hunter on the couch, making small cooing sounds as she sleeps peacefully. He walks over and takes a seat on the smaller, empty couch. He takes a small, deep breath and smiles.

“Everything okay now? You seem happier.” Tech observes, Obi Wan nods “Yes, we talked for a little bit, mainly just making up. We’re fine now. Cody had transformed, so he’s just transforming back.”

#my writing #the bad batch #hunter #crosshair #werewolves

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chaos-le-mieux · 10 months

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Do you have future Idea with the "oasis" World, like create a mini stories, or try to contact artist who like Chara and make a sort of coopérative Chara World like a Omega timeline but with only Chara ?

At the moment, I have no plans for the Void Oasis. The Void Oasis was created out of circumstances of the time. While serving as a story beat, also serve as a tribute to several creators that came before me. As for it's use, The Void Oasis is kinda like a safe haven for Chara's and Chara like beings (Swap type Frisks, Shift type Metatons, etc) who have no place to go, and are tired of being hunted down. You can draw some parallels to the Omega Timeline, but it's definitely a lot less busy. Collabs aren't completely out of the question, but that takes a lot of time, resources, and synchronization. So unlikely at the moment. That being said, anyone is free to use The Void Oasis for their own mini series or stories. I would just elaborate on the rules if they do chose to do so. It's never come up before, so I haven't spent any time on it, lol.

Have Fun~

#Mod Talks #The Void Oasis #Chaos Le Mieux

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seeminglyseph · 2 years

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I’m kinda exhausted right now, my guts are creating agony for “stoned binge of hotcakes” so I cannot polish this further for the moment but, I still haven’t decided the pink one’s name so for now he is the Bubblegum Bitch. Inane rambling about OCs and omegaverse concepts under the cut

So, like… I have come to like solidly decide “fuck it all I will not apologize for my love of the sexy gender queer furry bullshit that is omegaverse”

I know that’s not particularly groundbreaking but there are so many half baked think-pieces about how bad and fetishizing and whatever but like. Yeah it’s a porn/romance genre. Welcome to where the fetishes go. Also I love the way gender roles get examined if you take away the traditional binary system and have a kind of base trinary system that depending on the universe might not even fully present until adolescence so you get kids growing up with a different understanding of interpersonal relationships. Sure not everyone is interested in exploring that but some stories have really interesting dynamics and perspectives on gender and relationship dynamics that are almost so ingrained in society that having it bluntly stated in a typical het romance it would fall flat or be too universally frustrating perhaps to be cathartic.

On top of that I’ve been listening to like… audio smut and there’s some pretty cool omegaverse concepts out there. (Pulling my hair out I didn’t know about GWA subreddits or whatever before now) and I am somehow like “oh, this is a cool concept for a base smutty story…. But. What if I took that and expanded upon it in a way beyond the questionable anatomy of knotting?” And now I’m stuck in worldbuilding mode for a story based around a subreddit community I have just begun lurking and don’t know all the social rules and so I don’t actually know if it’s at all normal even remotely to like… make fanart and OC concepts in your head, even if you keep it to yourself? Like do you send a message like “hi I was inspired by your narrative grunting and made a fanfic universe sorry I have a brain that doesn’t work like a normal brain”

Like sometimes I am mortified by my own lack of social understanding. I just like. In my brain the concept of the Omega Hunt CYOA Collab is so fucking fascinating??? And they all feel like these character prompts that my brain wants to create universes around despite the fact like… I do not know the social norms of this community and have not earned entry in any way.

Also like if there’s no physical descriptors of most of the characters is it fine to just bullshit something based on a mental image? What if you offend the person by assuming they look a way because of how they sound? What if your idea of a bear and their idea of a bear is like 50lbs different and someone gets upset???? But what if I do just be doing my thing over in the corner and they find out and are like “…… dude that’s my porn character.” Like??? Mortifying?

But also Grant is a sadist with a knife fetish who also mentions he’s gonna protect you and patch you up when you get home because he’s got no interest in breaking something once it’s his and I have no idea why my brain is so stuck on creating based around him and his southern drawl being my country up. I absolutely adore the tropes he seems to be and if he’s just gonna sit there bein a one off character in one porn audio can I not just like… take it. Not like take take. But. I am. Oddly compelled.

I want to create a ship of pragmatic antagonism and a couple who essentially marry before getting to know each other and fall in love over the course of learning to direct their mutual anger at the right people, and being damaged in the right way to fit together comfortably. I want to create the fucked up corporate and wealthy elitism that leads to a situation where there’s an event where they kidnap some omega to go hunt for some rousing entertainment and tradition. What society makes that I want to play in it… aaaaaaaaa

#stoned ramblings

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meanderingfamilytree · 7 days

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Contains: GN!Reader, M!Bailey, noncon, omegaverse, blackmail (kind of???), threats of mentioned sharing, an obscene amount of Bailey’s bastardery

Written as part of The Omega Hunt collab

Around 2k words

The leaves of the forest bristle against the wind. The scent of lust permeates the air, dripping like honey against the tongue. Though some remain oblivious to it, like Bailey himself, even betas wear a primal hunger like a second skin. Bailey’s eyebrows twitch at the sight of the town’s most prominent alphas all worked up. The omega scents must practically call for them—oh, take me, fuck me, alpha—and in turn, the alpha scents must render those poor little omegas helpless to their touch.

In a way, it is a disappointment. But Bailey is used to disappointments. It was inevitable from the moment Quinn delighted over their genius idea of spraying all the omegas with an aphrodisiac to trigger their heat. Have them squirming and easier to subdue, pliant and mewling—eager, even. He understands the appeal. It is less work, isn’t it? And this crowd may prefer that.

Bailey prefers the brutal; bruises and finger marks, violence in the form of skin against skin. Is it really fucking without it? He would rather take you in a single, fierce thrust whilst your hole is still dry, shoving his cock inside you. Render you gradually helpless as you accept that this has indeed happened—this is your only reality. Fuck you until you reek sharply of nothing but semen and blood.

Unfortunately, things do not always work out in Bailey’s favour. Instead, he would have you served in a goddamn silver platter, all turned on and squirming. Pleasant, in its own way, he tells himself. Beggars can’t be choosers.

Bailey could not possibly turn down the invitation for the hunt. In fact, shouldn’t he be given credit for this entire event? Dear Mayor Quinn struts around proudly, but this hunt would not have happened at all without Bailey. He had been the one to tug and hassle with all those omega brats as they whinged and whined to maturity. He served as a firm fist to hold them on a tight leash until this day, keeping their sorry little ass safe from trouble. Acknowledgement doesn’t matter too much, however. As long as Quinn’s money sufficiently lines his pockets, it is enough. And he gets to have you. His rightful reward.

You are the reddest apple of the bunch—and doesn’t Bailey deserve to sink his teeth into the best? Lap up the sweet, tangy nectar as it runs down his wrist?

Bailey looks around, and all he can see are animals gathered in anticipation of the upcoming hunt. Each and every one of them is a reflection of himself, no matter how much they usually pretend otherwise.

What is there to account here but for hunger? Greed, lust, desire, impulse, fate, love, call it what you want. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. At its root, Bailey considers it pure, unadulterated hunger and nothing more.

The willingness to devour; swallow you whole. That crumbling feeling in the pit of his stomach when he looks at you must be hunger. He will lick every inch of your body clean. Suck on your lips, pull at it, and nibble on the base of your throat. Take you, because that is all Bailey knows how to do—he is a greedy man, fingers clawed and grasping at all the world offers.

He had watched you for a while now. Examined the flexing of your fingers and the lines of your waist from a distance as you made a life in the orphanage. Nothing broke you yet, did it? Life was likely difficult for an orphan and an omega at that. But somehow, you are still moving, living. With eyes that breathe with hidden light, unlike Bailey’s.

Bailey wonders if you really smell as intoxicating as those alphas enthuse about. Though he has always considered his beta status a convenience in his profession, detached from a primal, blind lust, it is a pity for once. In the quiet corner of his mind, he laments being unable to take you fully.

No matter.

He’ll still be able to look into your eyes when he fucks you. See his own reflection within your pupils. Watch as the light flicker and die.

It makes Bailey’s stomach clench.

And you are oblivious to all of Bailey’s thoughts. Sure, you know that a fucking bunch of perverts are chasing after you. You know that your fate will likely be dim if you are caught, so you run. Bare-footed, tripping and tumbling to the ground, but running. It is a frantic flee from the looming shadow.

But it’s so difficult. A tantalising hunger at your core is tearing you apart from the inside out. You nearly want to turn around and throw yourself at the nearest alpha. A persistent throb between your legs doesn’t subside no matter how far you run; instead, it only intensifies.

In the lawless haze of pleasure haunting your own mind, you do not realise you are running in circles. After all, with an aphrodisiac sprayed all over your body and in the tangled wildness of forest trees, one gets easily lost.

You are too tired soon enough. The trees around you seem relatively quiet, and the wind doesn’t betray the scent of any nearby alpha. The temptation of a brief rest is too strong. Just to catch your breath, and no, your hands are definitely not tentatively touching between your legs, searching desperately for any sort of reprieve.

It isn’t hard for Bailey to find you.

Bailey watches you pant, gulping in shallow breaths like a fish drowning in water. Your eyes dart this way and that, momentarily relieved of your perceived solitude. Perhaps it would be amusing to stay hidden a little longer. Indulge you. He does not approach you but only leisurely traces the lines of your body, each curve and bend. The sheen of sweat against your skin looks like fucking silk—or is it velveteen? It is almost ridiculous.

Fuck it.

He walks out from his hiding place; you scream.

Like a frightened deer, you try to run—only to be caught by unhesitant fingers pulling at your hair. In a swift, detached movement, Bailey pushes you down on the ground and mounts you easily.

You struggle. But Bailey only tightens his hold of you as he shoves his left knee between your leg.

“I would shut up, if I were you,” he snaps, “Keep screaming and others might decide to happily join us. Would you prefer that?”

Bailey is rather glad that he is not you, actually. He would’ve even pitied you if he was not who he made himself to be. But that is beside the point. The point is that he would like to fuck you right now. Hunger always triumphs.

He rubs his knee against your groin with the slightest pressure, and you fall apart. It’s only natural, considering the state you are in, but all the more fun to mock.

“Turned on already, are you?” Bailey asks. His hands grip and fondle your skin—starting from your nape, your hard nipples, down to your waist, and to the insides of your thighs.

I will claim you here, he thinks. As mine. Not much of your life will change. You will stay in the orphanage for another year, just while regularly bouncing on my cock. Panting, tongue hanging out, until you truly become a bitch in heat. Until you drool with hunger as fierce as my own, until the light in your eyes finally goes out, until I break you. But I’ll bring you back here next year; you will join the hunt again. And I’ll hunt you, claim you, fuck you with a vicious hunger again, and again, and again—year after another, and another, and another. Until I get bored of you. After that, I might even sell you off to the highest bidder; I can’t monopolise you forever, can I? But until then, you belong to me. And even then, you would always be my property.

Bailey does not hesitate.

“I could call for the others, you know,” he threatens, as he lines his cock against your lips, “Show them what a pretty sight you make.” Slowly, he rubs the shaft on your face, disregarding how you wince and cringe. “I know all the worst bastards in town. Perhaps I could have them claim you instead?”

These are all empty threats, not that you know that it is. You know with a devastating certainty who Bailey is and how far he is willing to go. So when he finally thrusts his cock into your mouth, you ensure that your teeth don’t scrape against the shaft.

It’s too deep. Gasping for air, you feel your face redden. His cockhead touches the back of your throat. All you taste and smell is him and nothing more. Bailey’s fingers dig into your hair, grasping onto it as if it’s a convenient handle. Your eyes water, but Bailey slaps your face warningly if you try to close it, even for a split second.

Why me? You wonder. Why me, and not the omega who used the room across the hallway? Perhaps you should be relieved that at least you know the true nature of the man who is brutalising you. There is no naive hope here. No glimpse of false light in the darkness of the tunnel, no hoping that maybe, maybe this alpha or beta wouldn’t be too much of an asshole.

Even as you despised Bailey the entire time under his care, you did not expect… this. Somehow, you thought that he was incapable of feeling anything, really, but anger and annoyance. Not even desire. Not even hunger. This makes him feel too human. As you taste Bailey’s cock, he becomes no different from all the rest of the nameless, faceless townspeople, lusting after pleasure.

What makes the whole ordeal worse is how much your entire body increasingly pulses with desire. In a lightheaded, giddy, trance-like state, you undeniably, inexplicably want his cock. Not just in your mouth but inside your hole. Fucking you whole.

After what feels like a lifetime, Bailey takes out his fully hardened cock from your mouth. When he places each of your ankles on his shoulders, your legs are spread wide open, revealing your twitching, eager little hole.

He shoves his cock inside you in a single motion, and it plunges in deep with surprising ease. It is as if your body has been longing for it all this time—the ultimate betrayal.

Even so, you choke from the momentary pain. Then comes the blinding pleasure. You can feel every inch of his cock—thick, firm, and warm inside your body. Bailey rubs the end of his nose against your neck, and for a moment, he deceives himself that he can really smell you; perhaps he can finally know the intoxicating, torturing scent of omegas. But the moment passes. What he really smells is a mixture of sweat and fear and the sweet soap that you wash your body every day with.

Moaning involuntarily, you try to clasp your palm against your lips to silence it; Bailey does not allow it. He holds your wrist above your head as his thrusts set into a methodical yet unpredictable rhythm. You cry out loud.

Yet this hunger is relentless. Even while Bailey fucks you hard and rough, the knot in his stomach only seems to wind up tighter and tighter. Perhaps it is not so much a hunger but a thirst.

Your hunger is relentless too. Whilst the sensation of a cock spreading you wide open takes the edge off momentarily, it does not satisfy you. After all, Bailey is a beta and nothing more. Your omega nature squirms desperately for an alpha to claim you, rut against you.

But there is no one else here.

No one but Bailey.

Bailey, who you hated with an undying passion since the very beginning and evermore. Bailey, who would never be enough for you. Would never be your alpha. In turn, you will never be his. At least, that is what you tell yourself.

He kisses your lips with all teeth—a clash rather than the gentle embrace of the lips. Things seem marginally better. Choking back a sound of pleasure, he shuts his eyes.

He does not see his own image reflected in your eyes—perhaps it is better that way, at least for his sanity, not that there is much left anyway.

Bailey spends inside your hole with a sharp grunt as your body limply shudders at the sensation. It is almost gentle, the way that he picks away the damp hair clinging onto your forehead after that. His fingers travel across your cheek and onto your neck.

He could easily choke you like that; his fingers grasp your neck. But he does not apply any pressure.

Bailey kisses you again; this time with tenderness.

You close your eyes.

#heredi: bailey

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inkyquince · 2 years

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"Without further ado, let the annual hunt begin!"- Mayor Quinn, 2022

STATUS: Open!

Omegas have become increasingly rare in England, and small towns are hit the hardest, with decreased birth rates overall. Oh woe, whatever shall they do?

Mayor Quinn of one infamous town has an idea. Benefits the important people and the important establishments in town, and that's their bread and butter after all.

The well trusted caretaker can look after the town's hoarded omegas, collected from different places, and once a year, the hunt is held, a night long race for the town's most important alphas and betas to each claim an omega, its only fair after all. From plaything, to being forced into work for their establishment, once that omega is theirs, they are allowed to do whatever they wish with it.

Good news for some, Quinn does turn a blind eye to any rapscallions that sneak into the hunt, after all, they would never tear a bonded pair apart like that! What sort of monster do you think they are?

Bad news for you, the day of the hunt is finally upon you and your peers. Kept in cages until dusk, you could hear the excited chatter of the alphas and betas just out the door, kept away from the terrified scent of the poor little omegas.

You are assured that if you get through till dawn without being claimed, you are let free for another year.

But just when you have that little glimmer of hope, you are all sprayed down with strange chemicals that kick start your heat. Without even a second to gather yourself, head dizzy and legs unsteady, the cages are opened and the forest looms ahead.

You have a three minute head start. Better start running before someone catches up to you. Good luck.

Hello and welcome FBI's most and least wanted, to Inky's first hosted collaboration for Degrees of Lewdity!

We already have some of the highly esteemed scribblers of our fandom on board for writing for the large plethora of ladies, gentlemen, interesting miscellanea and degenerates of our favorite game. As of the 20th of June, the event is open to join and submit your entry, just message me with the character you want to write for, and your blog name, and I shall link your work!

The event doesn't have a solid closing, but want people to feel free to always add, and not be stressed about turning it in!

Shall also be posted to AO3, you can find the collection here!

♡ Rules of the Hunt ♡

Gender Neutrality is encouraged for fairness, but its truly up to you.

Multiple authors writing for the same character is more than okay.

Make sure to tag your work for anything triggering.

This is a NSFW collab so to join, please have your age clearly in the bio!

We do want to avoid snuff, scat and ANYTHING underage, but everything else is fine, as long as you tag.

Entities of Interest

➳@angelgoeslewd • Whitney

➳@angrelysimpping • Wren

➳@cloudsmooch • Bailey

➳@crookedkryptonitebeliever • Eden

➳@fauxyandere • Robin

➳@hopefully-hellbound • Briar • Veteran Guard

➳@inkyquince • Jordan + Sydney • Prison Guards

➳@letstalktea • Niki • Leighton

➳@love-toxin • Harper

➳@monstrousvoice • Avery

➳@myhereditament • Bailey

➳@necromantix • Leighton

➳@necroticguts • Black Dog

➳@prey-and-predator • Gwylan

➳@tinypixl • Remy

➳@twisted-alte • Kylar

➳@undead-merman • Harper • Landry

➳@whoreforbailey • Alex • Sirris

#dol collab #dol #degrees of lewdity #omegaverse #nsft #quincewrites #others writing #had to drop announcement a bit earlier since weather making internet funky #ah well #degrees of lewdity collab

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undead-merman · 2 years

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This is a very self indulgent entry for @inkyquince’s Omega Collab. Featuring a defiant Male PC with a Male Landry.

Bastards, every last one of them. You couldn’t help but fantasize about biting and clawing at them even when your legs shook and shivered as your cock was aching and dripped just as your aching hole did. You couldn’t move from the alley. After fighting off a few betas you were completely drained and limp. Bite marks littered your arms and hands, even down to your fingers.

Your life is over now, isn't it? As much as your mind raced and begged your body to stand, you simply couldn’t. You were going to be taken and enslaved with either working at some terrible sweatshop conditions or as a piece of meat in a window. Your gaze turned to the moon. How you wish you could burn this town to the ground.

“What are you doing out here? I was wondering where you were.” A voice called out from the alley, one that you knew far too well.

You tried to say his name, but it came out as a pathetic squeak. “Landry.” A rough chuckle followed as footsteps approached you, slow and smooth steps as a scent flooded your nose. A smoky and minty, a distinctly Beta smell that you’d always known him to have, but now that whatever drug that was pumping through you made your mouth water.

He stood over you pinching his nose shut. “You never fail to come see me on Fridays to sell me your goods. Was worried about you.” When you didn’t give him a response, he continued. “I didn’t think you were omega.” You took pride in being able to mask it so well that people often assumed you were beta or even an alpha on a good day. Today was not a good one.

You try to snap back, but just a moan comes out as your hips shift trying to get friction, and you can feel just how sticky you were. Dirt and debris stuck to your ass and inner thighs. You're stuck catching your breath and feeling disgusting and dirty as the man you’ve worked with for so long now stares down at you and he himself is sweating in the cool night air. It feels like a standoff, one that you both know the outcome to. But to your shock, he sighs and shrugs off his jacket and throws it over you.

“Come on. You're dirty.” He half turns watching for you to get up, but even as you try to stand, you can’t. Your body simply refuses. He watches you struggle for a moment more before letting out another sigh while scratching his chin before stepping up and scooping you up in his arms. His hands hoist your ass up and you whimper as your dick makes contact with his stomach. His scent is even stronger now and his classic gray sweater feels so warm in the biting cold.

Even as you give a light growl of warning, he gives one back. “Knock it off. I’m trying to help. Stop stinking up so much and control yourself.” He smiles, showing he’s not too mad and offers your ass a light squeeze as you growl again. As if it was that easy. But even while held, you hold your neck with your life. You bear it, but soon you relax into a warm Beta smell while his steps offer an ease to your dick as it grinds against the soft material and his hands hold your freezing ass.

You don’t pay attention to where Landry is taking you. Just pressing your face into his neck and inhale the scent. His scent was comforting instead of being suffocating and burning like Alphas. Your body relaxed and the pain from before was becoming more noticeable, but mixing with the heat as your dick rubbed into that soft sweater.

You could feel him shifting you around in his arms, at one point supporting your weight with one hand and arms, but the shifting only made you bite your lips and convulse, bringing an unsatisfying orgasm. You can feel yourself sticking to his sweater with your cum, slick, and sweat. And you fall down onto an old, weathered leather couch.

Landry smiles down at you and looks down at his sweater. His smile crept even bigger. “You got me all dirty.” He seemed so pleased by it. You could only shake as your body craved more. The drugs now completely muddle your mind and with the calming Beta scent in the air you knew it was over. You needed more.

Landry shuffled off his shirt and threw it off somewhere but picked you up again, which you happily outstretched your arms to hook around his neck. “You’re acting so cute right now.” and you shove your face into his neck and buck your leaking cock against him once more. “I must be one lucky guy to see our famous spitfire, all sweet and cuddly.”

You just tightened your hold. “No need to choke me. Let’s get you cleaned up.” And he carried you away once more. Brighter lights flicked on and the smell of lemons and cleaning supplies was strong. “Let's at least get you wiped up.” He tried to pull you away from his neck and you let out another whine as you held on tighter. He called out your name. “You are making it so hard right now. P-Please just let me clean you up and if you really want to spend your heat here we’ll do what you want.”

The keywords slowly turned your whines into purrs, and you let go before he sat you on the edge of the tub. Your eyes quickly dropped to his tented pants, and you grabbed them. He jolted. “Damn, okay. Let’s hurry this up then.”

But you didn’t let him. As he tried to wash you, you shoved your face into his pants, licked his trousers, and tried to pull his cock free as he was leaning over you to wash you over quickly. Mouthing and moaning over his bulge, trying to get this Beta to finally lose control and fuck you like you needed. You could feel him trembling under your touch, and while it pleased you that he was feeling your tongue and mouth, he wasn’t just pushing you over and filling you with what you could feel was a massive cock. Getting pissy that he was holding out on such a delicious treat. But you stopped when he reached your ass. The grime was still stuck on as the shower head ran off the grime and his hand assisted.

You arched your ass trying to get his hands on your hole. “Good boy.” as he ran his hand over it again, offering it a light smack. You couldn't hold back the pornographic moan. You couldn't take it anymore, and your hands violently ripped his trousers.

He shouted before you ripped his boxers too and you engulfed his cock. His hands grabbed your head and intertwined in your hair as he gasped. You could feel his cock twitch violently in your mouth. He cursed, and the bathroom echoed with his voice. His taste was pleasant, a bit salty, but your heat was making his precum taste like the best drink in the world. So you gulp it down and his thighs quiver as you hold onto them so you can swing yourself deeper into his cock. He hisses and growls your name before his dick twitches again and spurts cum.

Just like a good omega, you gulp it down, eating it like it was caviar and not wasting a drop. His whole body was shaking, but you wanted more. So you swallowed his cock again.

He pulled you back by your hair, leaving a strand of saliva connecting you to him still as your mouth hung open. “Alright, since you can’t wait, we can do it here.” He huffs but the expression didn’t seem like one that was upset. He looked quite pleased. “Turn around. Show me that ass.”

Of course you did bend; your elbows rested on the side of the tub and you wiggled it. His thumb parted your ass cheek to get a look at your ass. The other hand took your cock and started milking it, making your hips buck. “Heh. I am pretty lucky to have you all to myself. Not to mention when you’re all compliant. I must have hit the lottery.”

He moved his hand that was jerking you and held your chest as he leaned over you. His chest pressed against your back and he took one of your hands, examining your bitten hands. He made sure you were looking at him when he started biting them over, making them with his own tooth marks. His cock nudges your ass. “You want this? Want a cock to fill you up?”

“Y-yes…”

“You can do better than that.” a playful growl and grin “I brought you all the way here and cleaned you up. Beg.”

You pulled your hand back and nipped his fingers with your blunt fangs. “N-no. Just hurry up… I’m letting you… have me. You should be grateful I’m letting you touch me.”

Landry’s dick twitched against your hole again, telling you he liked that, and a hand slapped your ass. “There’s the little spitfire I know. But that’s not begging. Want me to fuck you better?” You ground your ass back against him, trying to get him to just forget about it and hurry up and fuck you. The tip caught your rim, but he moved back and you growled. “Come on now.”

Your yearning was beginning to become too much again as your guts begged to be rearranged. You bite your lip, then finally blurt out. “F-Fine! Please… I need your cock.”

“Such a good boy.” And with a single thrust, he was inside you. Your whole body tensed and quivered from the intrusion. Your heat helped you ignore the pain, only letting the stretch from his huge cock make you feel like cumming again. “You’re so warm! I didn’t know Omegas felt so good.” But you didn’t get to say anything else as he started pulling back and quickly shoving his hips forward.

Total bliss. It was complete and utter bliss as something was finally stuffing you just as you wanted. The lewd noises of your hole sloping as it sucks him in. Both of you are moaning and groaning as his hands grip you tightly and keep you against his chest. He then pulls your other hand to start biting over the others as well. “You like being marked by me? You tighten up real nice when I-” And he bites over another as a demonstration, and your stomach tightens.

“Such a good Omega.” The sound of his voice and the slapping of skin in your ears mixed with a thick Beta cock inside you is becoming too much. You cum the hardest you’ve ever had in your life and you see stars. With a few overstimulating and harsh thrusts from Landry he finally pumps you full of cum.

You’d almost think he’s an Alpha with how much he cums and each spurt you can feel his dick twitch and your purring the entire time. “Damn…” Landry moans out as he leans back and grabs your ass. “You alright?”

You can’t even respond, blissed out on cum and pheromones, as you start drooling all over yourself. Landry shakes you a bit, but you don’t respond. “Oh boy. I broke him.”

He picked you up, sliding his now soft dick out from you, and panted as he picked you up again, grabbing a towel and heading back to the couch. As he dried you off, your head lulled down, baring your neck. “Damn those drugs sure are strong… I’m going to have to fuck you again in a few minutes, aren’t I?” He knew he was talking to himself.

But the memories of your smug attitude when you presented your haul for the week. That prideful grin when you take the cash and even buy him a round. A tall, lean, but capable man. An Omega this whole time, he could still barely believe it even with the cum dripping out on his couch.

What if he hadn’t gotten curious and went out looking for you. He had completely forgotten it was the Omega hunt since he had been waiting for you all day. If you had been claimed by someone else, that weird kid that stalked you? That cute red haired kid you buy tons of water for when running his lemonade stand. Those men who leered at you when you’d come in. What if you had been taken? He’d miss those Fridays. Those handsome grins and cute frowns and adorable angry faces when you sock a man for grabbing your ass.

Not only that, he started thinking about the possibility of going into business with you. You could clearly handle yourself, at least without the damn heat. He could take you pretty far. If he bit you, you wouldn’t be forced into servitude. With him, you’d have a choice and not be forced into working in that shabby café or as some mannequin like model. It would be a waste. But as a Beta, he couldn’t bond with you outside of a heat.

But as you started coming out of your cumdrunk haze and nuzzling him again and pulling him down as your legs shook and wrapped around his hips, he figured this was something you two could sort out later. For now, he just wanted to satisfy his Omega, at least his Omega for the night.

#degrees of lewdity #DoL #landry the criminal #degrees of lewdity collab #the omega hunt collab #omegaverse

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angelgoeslewd · 1 year

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When is your Whitney part of the omega hunt collab? I’m super excited to read it

hi hello this has been sitting in my inbox 4ever but I did NOT forget abt u, got some irl stuff going on thxs 2023 🙏 but I will treat u w a excerpt <3

⚠️ warnings: +18 implied content, minors DNI, omegaverse!au, foul mouthed whitney <3, slight references to non-con instances, references to violence, gn!reader

“caught you,” he whispers, wandering hand reaching your neck, closing it in a firm grasp.

—your blood runs cold. it makes goosebumps rise through your heated skin, you- you had thought—

he had saved you. why was he doing this—?

you can feel a laugh reverberate against your ear.

“you know I can smell you, stupid slut?” whitney lets your neck go, choosing to replace his hand with his mouth, making a gasp escape your lips unintentionally. a warm lick of his tongue up your nape, a scrape of his teeth back down. “did ya really think I’d let someone else take my pretty little whore? my own little omega toy. i’ve had my eye on you for a while...”

you don’t even realize how low his hand has dropped, until it squeezes your ass, almost sharp enough to be a pinch. you try to squirm away from it, but whitney is pressing his whole body against you, with your thighs parted around him and folded against the sidewalk, you have nowhere to go.

“whitney-” you begin, but are interrupted by loud rancorous laughter behind him. his goons. you had almost forgotten they were there. at the realization, you shyly press toward whitney; he’s the only thing standing in between your nude form and his henchmen, and if you had to choose between a warm, good smelling alpha and whatever they were… at least whitney would keep them in check.

(‘it’s not so bad,’ a voice in your head whispers, ‘warm, safe, powerful alpha. smells so good, so strong, alpha took care of us! pups, pups, pups… fill me up alpha—’)

“-maybe it was their ass, whit,” they chuckle, and their piercing, not-your-alpha voice kicks you out of Omegaspace, a trickle of panic shooting through your spine.

whitney’s arms close around you quickly, and it takes a second to realize that you had flinched against him. he’s looking at you in a way that might be construed as concerned, before he turns away to look at his friends.

you peek over his shoulder, following his eyes, watching them elbow each other and raise their eyebrows. ‘they’re waiting for whitney,’ you realize, ‘he really is powerful…’

“…get the fuck out of here.” your head snaps toward your- the alpha holding you. weren’t these his friends? didn’t he make a show of sharing his victims with them at school? it makes your head dizzy, and you aren’t sure if it’s the situation or the pheromones.

the laughter stops at immediately. “whitney? aren’t we gonna—?”

“get. the fuck. outta here. do i have to fucking say it again?” their eyes glance at the bloodied, metal baseball bat near your thigh, and they turn tail, running down the residential alleyways.

he finally turns his head back towards you, and the possessiveness you see in his eyes makes you shiver. “alpha…”

“you call me that one more time and i’m gonna mate you on this dirty ass sidewalk.”

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol whitney #whitney the bully #angelic songs #.SMS SENT #whitney gonna make u lick ur slick off the sidewalk i stg #gimme that toxic alpha 🥰🥵😍#☕ of dol

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hopefully-hellbound · 2 years

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I am a slut for continuations so this is the followup on the @inkyquince 's omega hunt submission

M!Alpha!Briar x Defiant!Harpy!Omega!PC

CW for Briar having feelings, shitty people doing shitty things, golddigging, dangerously close to fluff, smut, Sadist PC

Briar... Did not expect this to happen. Ever.

He kept away from the yearly Omega hunt for decades now, because the man just held no interest in having a mate - didn't have a need for one, in his business. He was good just loading up on suppressants, finding a Beta whore and just enjoying the show.

And then you showed up.

Quite literally flew into his life, a person he's never met before, a thing he's never seen in his life.

And now he laid next to you in your shared bed, face burried in your wings -such pretty wings, god, he could touch them forever-, and he wondered how the hell did he let you do this to him.

You chirp in your sleep and the noise is so sweet and content it warms his heart and makes him want to vomit.

At first, Briar wants you to perform in the brothel, thinking if he can treat you like his employee, it'd be fine, he'd be fine. You aren't happy with it, you pout and try to play on his heartstrings, his cock, but when that gets shut down, you go to the stage.

Good, like a good whore should.

Except that Briar can't write you off as just some employee, you are his mate and when he sees all these people leering at you, he shatters a glass in his hand without even noticing. He seed your principal raise his wallet and you follow him to the private room, and he grips the broken glass in his hand to stop himself from going in there and ripping Leighton's head off.

You return smelling like another man and Briar drags you backstage and fucks you until you cry. It's his fault but he doesn't want to hear it, it's yor fault for seducing him, for carrying his mark. Your fault that your teary eyes make him want to slow down and kiss it better.

Briar shoves your head in the pillows and grabs a hold of your wings for a better grip.

He clearly can't be okay with sharing you ("Not a cuck, ey?" you ask him, grinning after he slaps you. You dare too much.), so Briar thinks to keep you away. Tells you to leave as much as you can and you do, and the moment he watches you fly away, he regrets it. He shoves the need to call you back down and returns back to work, business as usual.

Except it's not, because you haunt his mind like a ghost. Where are you? What are you doing? Who are you with?? His henchmen grow nervous as Briar gets irritated, out of character, pacing around when he's not at meetings and glancing through the windows as he pretends to be interested in the weather.

Birds are a free spirit, but Briar wants to cut your wings if that would make you stay with him.

"Or, you can just stop telling me to leave?" you'd suggest, and Briar has to choke you out to wipe that smile off of your face. "Touché," you'd pant, then wear his bruises with same pride you wear his gold.

You come back a week later and he nearly jumps you in front of everyone, but manages enough self control to just drag you to his room. There, you're the one who jumps him first.

Your claws leave marks on Briar's skin, like noone else was allowed to mark him before. Your sharp teeth leave more scars on him than he got in his long and shady career. Your wings wrap around him when he beds you and you scream like a harpy whenever you cum, and Briar likes it, drags those screams out of you, lets the whole world hear you're his.

"If I'm yours then you're mine," you'd say, and Briar would backhand you to shut you up, but he wouldn't object.

You like shiny, expensive things. That's good, Briar can get you those. Puts you in gold and silver that makes you shine like his most prized possession, even if you're the one posessing him. Precious stones on your rings and necklaces, chains that you couldn't escape from if you wanted to. You don't.

It's not long until Briar starts having you around more - perhaps he's been ashamed until now, to admit that even he now has something he cares about. Not cares, just... Wants. He paid off your debt to Bailey for you and you had nothing against him using you as a footstool while he negotiated. You in general don't seem to mind his perversions, such a cute puppy for him, a beast from Hell if anyone else would try his shit. It fills Briar with pride to see you fight off men twice your size, and then come to him with big bird eyes for a smidge of praise.

He uses your abilities to make you his guard, you prance behing him in a little suit that he can't wait to rip off of you every night, maybe even more, when you step to the side to be alone. He takes you to one of Quinn's pervert parties and shows you off naked and bouncing on his cock like you'd die if you'd have to stop for even a second. He takes you to a fancy ball, your dress matching his suit and showing off your chest, the chandelier's light from above reflecting in your dozens of golden accessories. You dance and beat Avery and his ratty little omega, and Briar revels in knowing how badly this must piss off the pretentious bastard, and he rewards you in the bathrooms, makes you cum on his tongue until you cry and he almost chokes under the pressure of your thighs around his head.

Briar comes to appreciate you, all of you.

The way you revel in violence, only to cower under his every sadistic whim. The way you always return his bites with matching ones, mirroring on his own skin. The way your wings puff out and you blush like a schoolgirl when you watch him do his job.

Yeah, all is good, for both of you.

And now year after year, you watch the hunt together, the hottest shit couple in town, and you make bets on which orphan will get away and which won't.

You both cheat, but that makes it even more fun, after all.

#dol #degrees of lewdity briar #briar the brothel owner #dol briar #briar #degrees of lewdity #omegaverse #the omega hunt collab

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letstalktea · 2 years

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Tags: amab!alpha!Leighton (he/him), amab!beta!Robin (they/them), Defiant!GN!omega!Reader (you/your), a/b/o, dubious consent, teacher/student, angst, NTR(?)

Note: Written for @inkyquince “The Omega Hunt” collab. Please ignore how bad it is. This has been in my wip folder for so long and I forgot things along the way. 🥺

Word Count: 3500

They opened the cage and said to run, so you ran. While other omega ran into the forest, you bolted away from it. The forest was full of beast people, plants, and some strange beings you couldn't explain but didn't want to deal with on top of alphas. You had to escape to narrow down your problems. Moving was hard though since your system was swimming with whatever they had given you.

"Psst," you heard someone call to you through the dense night after having run for who knew how long.

You turned your head expecting to need to punch whoever it was, only to see wide eyes and the most innocent smile beaming at you.

You smiled back. "Robin?"

You couldn't believe they had found you. You hadn't seen them since the day you'd been taken away and locked up for this event, but here they were. Of course you had to jump on them and give them the biggest hug you ever had.

"How did you-"

"I… I was watching everything from just outside the starting point. I saw you when they…" They couldn't even finish the thought. Seeing you in that cage while everyone surrounded you and jeered had been terrible. They couldn't even imagine what it was like for you to be in that situation.

"I'm here to help," they finally said. "Two heads are better than one, right?"

You laughed dryly, but happily. Robin really was your best friend and always there when you needed them.

"Sure." Maybe they could help you keep your wits. "Somewhere unpopulated with decent security…"

Oh, you had a terrible thought.

"Mind getting me get to the school?"

Robin pursed their lips as if to question your choice but wrapped an arm around your waist anyway. You slung one around their shoulder so they could support your weight as they led you away from the sounds of other omega screaming as they were inevitably caught. You could, thankfully, still walk mostly on your own despite your legs feeling like jelly so all Robin had to do was help keep you from falling down, which is something they were very good at. You two had been supporting each other longer than you could even remember. From the time you were both little and they were picked on by the other kids in the orphanage so you screamed and chased them away, to holding each other’s hands when you snuck into a scary movie as preteens, to the time you got really sick just before your first heat and they took care of you every moment they could… until you were taken away from them without mercy. You two had only one another for so long.

But right now wasn’t the same as when you’d both fooled around as kids. Right now it was serious for both of you. If you were caught before dawn, you would be thrown to the nearest alpha and turned into their personal property – a fate you could hardly imagine the worst of. As for Robin… Mayor Quinn had looked the other way in previous events, but that was for those who had mated despite not being part of the hunt. That was for those poor alpha and beta that had been lured in and seduced by some duplicitous omega’s pheromones. How could the mayor possibly punish the victim of some omega’s thoughtless actions?

The thought made you sick. As if you were the perpetrator on this night. You were too busy running for your life from people that saw you as nothing more than an object! Well, more like hobbling with the assistance of the one person you trusted right now.

Thank goodness Robin was still there with you every miserable step of the way.

Getting to the school wasn’t easy – having to take indirect routes to avoid attracting the hypersensitive senses of any alpha on the street that may have thought it strange to find a stray omega wandering around – but you did it. The gate was high and locked up, but you scaled it often enough without an issue. The only difference was that this time you had a partner in crime. Robin wasn’t skilled in this kind of thing, unlike you, so you had to give them a lift over the fence before crawling over for yourself. That would serve as the first layer of defense, as the number of people that were willing and able to hop the thing was significantly less than the amount who could possibly be chasing after you.

The second line of defense was to do a little breaking and entering. Most people wouldn’t think of breaking into school, but those people also didn’t realize how much money, random jewelry, electronics, and personal items people left in their lockers that could be pawned off for a quick buck. Getting into the school building was as easy as breathing for you at this point. After that, you and Robin could slip inside and lock up so no one else could come in. Maybe you would hide in a classroom without windows to the outside just to add an extra layer between you and the raving lunatics hunting you down.

The best part was that, once you and Robin settled down in that classroom, it was like good old times. You two could break into the canteen and raid the terrible school food, search people's lockers for snacks, maybe even find the TV and see what videos were lying around; it could be the most fucked up sleepover ever.

The throbbing between your legs was going to be a problem though. That stuff they gave you had left you a horny mess. Thank goodness Robin was a good person or else you would be worried about them putting the moves on you.

"Catch," you shouted to them as you popped open some poor sod's locker and tossed them a bag of chips they'd left in it. You were choosing to ignore the vibrator in there right next to it.

They looked at you with a frown for stealing, but they accepted the treat as you both ran to a classroom and settled in for the long night. You couldn't find any good videos for the TV, but you both managed to find a few board games to bide your time. It really was just like the good old days. Now all you needed were some flashlights to stick under your faces while you told scary stories late at night.

The buzz between you two faded quickly as you heard the only door into the classroom open up, swiveling your heads to see what was happening.

You felt the color drain from your face as you caught yourself staring straight at your rat bastard of a headmaster.

"I see we have a couple of trespassers," Leighton said as he stepped inside.

Of course he would be here when the hunt was going on. The man, despite being an alpha with seemingly some amount of status, probably creeped out too many people to be invited to the hunt himself. But did he really have so little of a life that he just had to hang out at the school after hours.

"Fuck off," you spit at him.

"Is that really the stance you want to take given the situation you are in?"

There was no point in arguing. You were sure that Leighton would get whatever he wanted eventually, by hook or by crook. He didn't need to claim you in order to own you. All he needed was to remind you that he was the person with more control over your life than almost anyone else. You would fall in line or he would gladly punish you for his own sick amusement.

On the other hand, Robin was a beta; just another average person with nothing special to their name. They were as much a victim of Leighton as you in this situation. The only difference was that they could still walk away tonight with their freedom if you played your cards right.

You dropped to your knees with your hands resting on the small of your back so your chest was pushed out. You lowered your head to face the ground hoping it would save you some kind of dignity if you didn't look him in the eyes. It certainly did not. More humiliating was how Robin's fingers dug into your arm as they shook. Clearly they were terrified and trying to wear a brave face.

"Every year," Leighton stepped closer to you both, "someone thinks they can break in here to hide. Then I get to oversee their discipline. It's the first time an omega has brought a beta with them though."

He was too calm. It was as if he knew everything would go his way without even trying… and you hated to say he was right because you had to keep him from turning to Robin. You knew the kind of sick shit he was in to and they didn't deserve that.

However, you failed to realize that being so familiar with Leighton also meant they were familiar with you. You were a delinquent of the highest order. He'd seen you in detention many times and had dealt with all of your defiance. Robin, on the other hand, was a perfect student. They never got in trouble which meant they had never truly experienced one of Leighton's punishments. That meant they were vulnerable. And the way they clung to you? That was exploitable.

"Perhaps I should call the cops and see how they deal with your trespassing. I'm sure they would also love to return a wayward omega to the hunt."

"No!" Robin shouted and, in doing so, sealed your fate.

A chill ran up your spine as the edge of his mouth twisted upward. "I could manage your discipline myself. A beta interfering with the hunt. What shall I do?"

"No!" This time it was you that shouted. "I'll take it all. I'm the one that wanted to come here."

"But I helped," Robin argued. "The blame is mine. Please don't put itl on them."

"So both of you need discipline." That worked for him. He loved when he got two brats caught in a trap.

He shot his eyes toward you. "Come here."

You'd been through this enough times to know what he wanted. You stood up and slowly walked over to him, presenting yourself meekly so he wouldn't get angry and take it out on Robin. As you got closer though, you smelled something familiar clinging to him. It was the same smell that was always there; the reason he could make you bow to his perverted whims during detention. It wasn't as strong as others, but wafting off of him was the scent of an alpha.

Normally, you would sneer at the stench and curse him as he overpowered you and left your ass red, but today you had been primed. Smelling an alpha like him so close made you weak in the knees. You couldn't help but collapse in front of him as your underwear flooded with your juices.

"Are you okay?" Robin called to you, but it sounded so far away.

"It seems you've gone into your heat," Leighton said as he kneeled in front of you. His finger brushed against your sensitive nipple which twitched even under the fabric of your shirt. His hand gripped at your bottoms, ripping them open as you hissed.

"S-stop it," Robin protested what he was doing.

"Oh?" He looked back at the trembling beta with that same sickening smirk. "I would be glad to."

He flipped you so you were facing Robin as you laid against his chest. He grabbed your ankles to lift you legs high, exposing your fluttering, dripping hole to your best friend. "I think this would be the best punishment for you two. Since you two were trying to escape together, claim them as your omega."

….

"What?" Robin asked in disbelief.

"They're an omega in the hunt. They're meant to be claimed. By you or by someone else," he lowered his mouth toward your neck to make a point, "is up to you."

"I c-couldn't…"

"Then you can at least satisfy them. Look how desperate they are. Fuck them until the hunt is over. If not," Leighton licked at your gland, making you shiver and squirm beneath him as his teeth inches dangerously close to the spot that would rob you of your freedom, "I'm sure I can think of a different punishment for you both."

"You bastard," you mumbled through your building lust, but it wasn't very intimidating when there were hearts in your eyes as you stared at Robin's crotch.

Just under those pants was a cock all for you. Leighton didn't have to help you spread your legs. You felt so exposed under Robin's gaze, but you suddenly wanted them to see you and your leaking, wet hole.

"Please…" you begged without thinking. "Want… cock…"

Robin's face turned bright red as you stared at him, leaning against your headmaster who was forcing this on you. It was sickening.

It was even more sickening that they didn't hesitate to settle themselves between your legs and fish out their cock. They were already hard and ashamed that staring at you had done it to them.

"We'll laugh about this later," they promised you, but mostly reassured themselves. This was only so Leighton wouldn't hurt you, they swore. Even as your warmth enveloped them and you claimed their first time.

How many times had they imagined this? They had thought so many times about finally confessing to you and making your first time together special, but now they were sinking into you with an erratic rhythm under the gaze of your headmaster.

Your gasps and moans danced in the air around them, sounding so happy every time they bottomed out inside of you. After this, they would tell you the truth. They would let you know that they wanted to be more than friends, even if the steps were out of order.

Oh but you were so tight around their cock. Robin was disgusted with themselves. They had tried so hard to save you, but now they were the one buried deep inside of your sloppy, greedy hole as they listened to your obscene moans.

"I'm sorry," they chanted in time with each thrust.

They weren't sorry for doing this to you – well, they were but that's not what they meant by their apology. They were sorry for enjoying it. They were so, so sorry for getting lost in your heat as their hips snapped against yours. They were sorry for loving the way your addled mind begged and pleaded for them. They wanted to see you as the friend they loved more than anything else, but the only thing you were right now was a cock drunk omega.

Meanwhile Leighton sat there lazily watching how Robin fucked you as he wrapped his hand around your throat to hold you in place against his chest. Watching you both fuck like horny rabbits made him wish he'd remembered his standing camera so he could add this night to his collection. Although, the sight of you wrapping your legs around Robin's waist to make sure they stayed nestled deep inside of you would be burned into their mind for a while yet.

Robin pushed in one last time, filling you with so much cum that it leaked out around their cock.

"More," you whined, but they had nothing more to give. They weren't the type to be able to get hard so soon after an orgasm. It would be too much to even try.

Leighton peered at them in disappointment as his teeth grazed against the gland on your neck and Robin felt sick.

"I can keep going," they insisted, but when they tried to move they groaned in pain. They were so sensitive that even having your walls grip onto them was too much. If they didn't move though-

"Too bad."

Robin's mouth opened to protest further, but Leighton's fangs had already sunk into your neck. Your legs convulsed as you came to the feeling of him and you being bound together by your DNA. It was instantaneous, but you suddenly felt as if he was the only reason you existed. You weren't nor had you ever been a real person; you were only born to please his cock and accept his cum.

Your alpha.

You were practically clawing at Robin to get off of you so you could sink onto your alpha's cock instead. What was some beta when compared to the delight your alpha could offer your omega body? As far as you were concerned, nothing. You belonged to only one person now and no one else could take his place; not even the best friend you'd been with your entire life. They couldn't offer you the comfort of dominating and mounting you whenever you were in need, nor could they bite you and make you theirs. Even if they could, they had already lost you in their hesitation.

Robin slipped out of your hole, cum seeping out as they did. You twisted in Leighton's lap, turning to face him as the fresh mark on the back of your neck tingled to let you know you were doing the right thing. You had to fuck him. Your instincts were telling you to accept him or else your body would never be satisfied again.

He was already hard as you lifted your hips and sunk down onto his thick cock. Your toes curled as you began to bounce in his lap without a care for Robin who was still watching you mate like a beast. Maybe you would feel guilty for not giving a shit about them once your rationality returned to you, but for now all that mattered was being stuffed full of your alpha's cock.

Leighton, for his part, seemed to be content to lie back and watch your face twist in animalistic pleasure as you rode him. Your tight walls squeezed down on him as your omega slick dripped down the length of his shaft. Unlike Robin, Leighton could actually satisfy you. Only an alpha could satisfy an omega bitch like you, after all.

Robin could only watch helplessly as you rutted against the headmaster, loudly screaming in pleasure as he stretched you open and turned your brain into mush. It was like you had forgotten all about them now that you had been shown your proper place. You were nothing more than an omega.

"Please," they muttered so quietly it was drowned out by your cries, "no more. Don't hurt them."

Leighton looked at them from over your shoulder. "I would never hurt my favorite student. Do they look like they're in pain?"

As if to exemplify his point, you slammed your waist down and felt your eyes roll back in your head as you finally came after being pent up for so long. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you shuddered and trembled in orgasmic bliss.

He gripped your hips, forcing you to keep rolling against him until you had finally done enough to make him reach the same high so he could flood you with enough cum to push all of Robin's out.

Leighton pulled out of you, letting you go pathetically limp against him as you continued to quake.

"You-" Their words got caught in their throat as they lowered their head in defeat. He had won and they couldn't save you like they had desperately wanted to. If anything, you had ended up with the worst possible fate.

They were so lost in their misery at failing you that they didn't even notice as Leighton stood up and fixed himself to be presentable, forced you to stand by holding the back of your neck (not allowing you to fix your frayed clothing), and stepped closer to his disheartened student.

"Don't worry," he whispered in Robin's ear as if to taunt them. "I'll let you practice as much as you need until you understand how to make them come." Omega were simple creatures, after all. As long as you made them come a few times, they would like anyone. Although, Leighton would always own them

The look of defeated helplessness that clouded over Robin's tired eyes made him drunk. The way you desperately held onto him, much to your old friend's horror, made him hard all over again. He wanted to see how much lower they could fall before they finally broke like you already had.

He placed his large hand around the back of your neck and squeezed tightly so he could lead you around as he pleased. You obeyed him without a struggle, only concerned with satisfying your alpha.

"Come to my office Monday morning and don't be late," was what Leighton said as he began to drag you away from the classroom.

Truthfully, he hoped Robin was late. He had plans for how to punish the brat if they didn't come when he called, all of which involved you; pictures of your vulgar cock-hungry face plastered on their locker for anyone passing by to see, inviting them to his office to watch you be punished in their place, making them sit back while you enjoyed slobbering all over his cock, and so on. The list was endless.

And it didn't end at Robin either. He knew for certain that there were multiple brats and even a few teachers in need of discipline at his school. You were just the best bait to lure them all in.

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