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wheneclipsefalls · 7 months ago

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heyy i love ur works sm, could u possibly write a fic like the one you wrote about Lo’ak in Unmoveable, but with Neteyam as the alpha and the reader as the bratty/dominant omega. (Preferably fem reader) Tysm!!

Pairing: Adult Alpha Neteyam x Olangi Princess Omega Reader

Summary: Princess or not, a spoiled brat like you needs to be put in her place. And since you have been given over to him now, Neteyam is more than ready to put that attitude in check.

Warnings: dubcon/noncon, explicit MDNI, aged up Neteyam, omegaverse, dom/sub dynamics. power imbalance, very talkative Neteyam, breast play, nipple clamps, anal, punishment, kidnapping/arranged marriage, swearing, etc.

A/N: Hi anon...you probably thought I was never going to fufill this request😆😅 Hopefully you are still online to see this

Adult Neteyam pic by Cinetrix

Unmovable for reference

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting.” You reply simply, folding your legs upon where you are perched on a nearby boulder.

“Is that so?” One of Neteyam’s hairless brows curves upwards into an unusual expression as he places his hands on his hips. You shrug it off as morphed social skills he has picked up, a consequence of living with Sky People. You don’t let it ruffle your feathers.

“Yes. Soon you will have left and I will finally have some peace before my clan comes to get me.” You supply the information with a tilted chin and confidence oozing from every pore even as the towering alpha closes in on your space.

“Your clan has given you to me, princess.”

You refuse to meet the gaze that somehow manages to penetrate your defenses with a heated fire, contrary to his poised posture that emanates a relaxed grace.

“An oversight on their part.” Your fingers interlock together and place on your lap. If he wants to put on a tough bravado why shouldn’t you? “Once they come to realize their mistake they will come to retrieve me. Until then, I wait.”

However, waiting here may take more patience than you care to admit. The Olangi clan are known for their expertise as pa’li [direhorse] riders but even they may require a day or so to catch up to the point where Toruk Makto’s son has dragged you to. It's the furthest you have ever been from home. Consequently the first time you have seen the beautiful rolling grounds of the plains slowly transform into congested forest.

You can only see a portion of the sky with these interlocking trees in the way. It pushes in on you like the bars of your enclosure, yet another representation of how trapped you have become in Neteyam’s grip.

“I’m waiting too, paskalin [honey].” You shuffle slightly when he comes to sit beside you. The rich essence of his scent wraps around you in a vice-like grip. It has your inner omega running restless but you maintain a serene exterior. It wouldn’t be the first time an alpha has tried to rope you into submission with drifting pheromones. “In fact, we all are waiting.’ He gestures to the handful of Omatikaya warriors that have made the journey with him. They pretend to busy themselves with loading up pa’li that are already prepared. “Waiting for you to stop this tantrum of yours.”

“Tantrum?” The word feels foreign on your tongue.

“It means a child throwing a fit when they do not get their way.”

“I am not a child!” You seethe, lips peeling back to reveal your pointed fangs. “I am a princess and-”

“And I am a prince.” Neteyam shrugs, cutting you off. “Yet neither of those titles mean anything out here.”

You scoff, allowing your hair to act as a protective curtain from his searing attention. A prince. What a laughable thought. A true prince does not drag a female away from her home with bound wrists and promises of mating. He has no right to call himself such a thing.

Then again, your father calls himself Olo’eyktan yet he was the one that handed you over to the alpha. All for the promise of protection against the RDA. The Omatikaya could have asked for anything to seal the alliance between your two clans in battle but all that Neteyam had come to collect was you.

Your father’s decision, however, could be forgiven in your eyes. He was doing what he thought was best for the people. His greatest error was believing Neteyam would be a suitable mate for you, for thinking that any alpha would be a good match for you after all that you’ve expressed against such a union. You are a free spirit. Despite your presentation as an omega you were never meant to live in an alpha’s shadows.

“Look at me.” His voice is soft but firm. Another scoff of refusal is traveling up your throat but this time Neteyam doesn’t wait for you to follow his command. He captures your chin and forces you to turn and feel the weight of presence. It feels as if his alpha pheromones not only bleed into the space between you but also cinch around your throat like a claws. “I am your alpha now, your mate. That is the only title you should be focused on.”

Neteyam is a strange alpha, that you have come to quickly realize. Where other alphas often raise their voices in demand for respect and submission he delivers his commands in the form of smooth purrs traveling down your spine. He uses force when necessary but never done rashly or out of anger, simply a tool to get you back to where he deems you should be. Among the other males there is no passive aggressive commentary or puffing of chests to remind them of rank.

Instead he converses with them as old friends do. He leads the group in every sense of the word but it’s done with almost a playful hand as they laugh and make jokes with one another. And yet, after all of this backwards messaging, there is an air of dominance that laces his every move. He walks and talks with a relaxed expression as if he knows there is no need to prove himself. His supremacy is something that would not dare to be questioned.

And somehow that comes off as higher snobbery than any other foolish alpha you’ve seen wrestle for your hand.

“I don’t have an alpha. Nor will I ever.” With a tug your face is whipped from his hold. You manage to conceal the rush of heat to your cheeks by smoothly shifting your hair and facing away from him once more. “I suggest you accept that fact and stop wasting both of our time.”

Not a single bat of your eyes in his direction as you stare confidently ahead at the strange tree in front of you and wait to hear the party’s retreat. Instead your ears only catch the sound of a small sigh and shuffle before Neteyam is standing before you.

“Come now, princess. It’s been fun but we still have ground to cover.” He reaches his hand out to help you up but you only gamble casting a glance at it from your peripheral vision. As far as you are concerned, Neteyam does not exist in your world. And so you treat him as such.

“Neteyam!” A voice bellows across the distance. “We are losing daylight, brother. Are we set to travel?”

Neteyam doesn’t hesitate to send the other male a small smile before saying, “She is coming along now.”

“No I am not.” Your instant response is tainted with a gasp of offense. How dare he speak for you! “I am not moving from this rock until my clan comes to get me.” You insist, slapping his hand away.

Neteyam remains unperturbed, simply giving a shrug before murmuring, “Have it your way then.”

You aren’t afforded a second for a sense of victory to settle in before the prince is tossing you over his shoulder. Strongs arms wrap around the back of your thighs to keep you pinned there and decrease the range of motion for kicking. It doesn’t stop the gasp of outrage and pure spite that emanates from you. Limbs swinging in every which direction to deliver damage, you quickly resent the way his strength greatly overpowers your own.

“I am not some fresh kill for you to carry home. Set me down right this instant!”

“I gave you the chance to walk over with dignity, princess. What else am I supposed to do?” He tries to retort but you can detect the grin in his voice. Even more humiliating, from your upside down position you are still able to spot the other males squirming to not laugh at your compromising position.

“You are a mongrel of a man!”

The scratchy venom of your tone is morphed into a surprised squeak when you are let back onto your feet. Regardless, you remain trapped in Neteyam’s arms as you are wedged between him and a pa’li.

“Don’t waste your energy, tiyawn [love]. It will be at least a few more days before we reach Omatikaya soil.”

They are surrounding you from every side. The five other males may wear amused expressions and appear to be enraptured in conversations with one another but you are no fool. These men are under Neteyam’s jurisdiction. At the first sign of trouble they will be snapping into action. Running now will only get you dragged back and fighting against Neteyam’s hold may get you flung into a humiliating position again.

“At least let me have my own pa’li. I know how to ride.”

Neteyam's chest heaves with the responding laugh that awakens within him. White pearly teeth on display, his amusement rises higher. Several of the others try and fail to not join in. It heightens your blood pressure until your face is hot to the touch.

“That’s a very good try, princess.” He beams, patting your hip.

Neteyam unfortunately is not the fool you hope for him to be. Nor the arrogant alpha that would make the mistake of believing himself capable of catching you once you’ve set off on a pa’li. You’ve been riding since you were barely able to walk. The Omatikaya may understand the concept, but they hold not near the same precision and skill that your years of training have granted you.

It’s a fact he seems acutely aware of because he doesn’t let you saddle up first. All it would take is a few seconds for you to make the bond and leave them in the dust. Instead, he hands you off to another male as he settles himself upon the creature and only after he has made the bond himself does he have you lifted to sit in front of him.

By the time you settle around a fire for dinner and begin setting up camp, you can feel your eye on the verge of twitching. This journey has been nothing but painful and slow. So exceedingly slow. Although every step is one step further from your home that doesn’t erase the annoyance you feel at their painstaking pace. The only thing that stops you from snapping at them to hurry up is the hope that this extra time will help you come up with some sort of escape plan.

It’s clear that your father’s remorse is far too sluggish for you to solely rely on at this rate, so it seems it is once again up to you to meet them halfway.

However hatching up plans is exceedingly difficult when you have an alpha sculpted against your back, his essence clouding your mind and his eyes constantly peeking down at you as if he knows every thought swirling in your head. Try as you might, there is no reasonable way to veer away from his touch while riding the pa’li, at least not one that keeps you from developing excruciating back pain.

Trying to set your inner turmoil aside, you focus on using this time away from the Omatikaya prince to properly set your head right. However, it seems Neteyam has different plans as he settles to lounge by the fire. He thanks one of the other males for a drink he is handed before his attention lands on you.

“Come sit, princess.” He pats the spot beside him. There may be a warm smile to accompany his words but you know that it is nothing short of a command. The steely undertone of an alpha’s call reverberates in his tone.

It locks your spine into a ramrod straight position and your tail already tries to tuck itself the longer you wait to obey. It’s irrelevant, however. You’ve become quite adept at pushing down your omega instincts in favor of following your own logic instead.

With a smooth stroll and a feigned innocence to your smile, you maintain eye contact while making a show of sitting next to a different male across the fire. He’s a beta and your proximity immediately has him twitching.

Neteyam’s golden eyes take on a darker hue, but he remains where he is. You’ve challenged his authority, in front of his men no less, but somehow you escape the night unscathed from his rath. Or so you think.

It’s hard to say whether these sleeping arrangements are usual for the Omatikaya or rather just a setup meant for traveling. Either way, it is the most bizarre thing to sleep in a roll of fabric high up in the trees. Netyam claims it’s safer to stay off the ground during eclipse in the forest. A silly point truly when it’s just as dangerous, if not more likely, to turn over in your sleep and fall to your death.

Climbing up to the hammock is all the more painful and terrifying than riding with Neteyam. He patiently trails behind, waiting and giving unwanted direction for your climb until you have finally cocooned yourself in the fabric. Still trembling but refusing to voice any complaints that could be mocked, you take a moment to catch your breath.

That moment is exceedingly short.

The hammock suddenly swings and you look up to find the prince lowering himself down carefully from a branch above.

“No no, absolutely not. This is my bed. Get out.” He chuckles as you try to push and swat at his muscular thighs but it’s no use when he is settled in the fabric a few seconds later.

“Technically it is our bed.”

“Then I will take my chances on the ground.” Your stomach somersaults at the thought of enduring the climb down.

Comment ignored, Neteyam coaxes you to lay down before slipping himself behind you. You’re tempted to kick when he wraps an arm around your waist but the hammock is still swinging to a point of nausea. Best not to make it any worse.

“You’re trembling, omega.” It’s murmured against the shell of your ear. There is no need to look down in order to confirm his assertion. How do the Omatikaya sleep peacefully up in the trees like this? You’ve never considered yourself to have a fear of heights but today has you questioning that assurance all together.

“You look like you need someone to calm you down.” The palm of his right hand runs up and down the length of your arm, as if the transferring heat there would diminish your shivering.

“What I need is a break from your pestering.”

“I already gave you one.” His tale tickles at the back of your knee just as his accented voice deepens. “A break that I have still not received a thank you for.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath waiting, my prince.” You sneer. It wasn’t his decision to have you sit away from him during dinner. It was entirely your own and he is not about to receive acknowledgment as if he had any control over what you do.

“I hope you know what you’re playing at, princess.”

Those are the last words he speaks of the night and consequently the same ones that leave you restless and twitching. Sleeping like this is impossible. When you’re not worried about falling to your death you become acutely aware of every point of contact between you and Neteyam. His toned chest is like a bustling fire against your back. His tail at some point wraps around knee as if it belongs there. Even his silky ebony braids tickle at your neck, almost as bad as where his face tucks itself behind your ear.

There is no forgetting who lays behind you. Sleep seems to never come because you are constantly trying to calm your raging heart and control the pheromones that threaten to slip into the air. That would wake him up far too easily.

His breath is heavy, heartbeat consistent and strong from where it pounds against your back. You’ve been sure for a while now that he is fast asleep. Now is the time to make your move, but frozen you remain. Eventually you look down to find that your fingers have begun tracing the veins of his forearm as an anxious tick.

Thank Eywa he seems to not wake up from the touch. Or perhaps it is the smooth caress that has coaxed him further into sleep. Either way, you hold very little hope of not only climbing down the trees without splitting your pretty head open but also doing so unnoticed.

Sleep comes and goes along with the hours until waiting has wound you taunt. It is only a matter of time before the sun rises again and you’ve lost the window of opportunity. So with sweaty hands and a heart threatening to come up your throat, you cautiously slide yourself out from his hold.

By some miracle it turns out that Neteyam is the deepest sleeper you have ever met, because even as the hammock sways from your climbing out, he simply lets out a sigh and turns his head further into the fabric.

Scaling down the tree is a test in vigilance and patience. Every smooth breath you force yourself to take is a practice in these arts. Stubbornly you refuse to look down, knowing it will only bring forth nerve ridden mistakes. So with the pace of a snail you inch further and further down the trunk.

You just need to make it to a pa’li.

That’s it.

So close. So very close, you tell yourself, even as you know it’s a lie.

“What are you doing?”

Your breath catches in your throat, thighs tensing as you remember to still keep hold. Your muscles relax slightly, however, when you notice that the voice holds an Omatikaya accent but it is not Neteyam’s. The beta from dinner sits up in his hammock, eyes squinting at you through the darkness. Say the wrong thing and he is bound to sound the alarm.

“You should not be out of bed.” He sighs.

“I must relieve myself.” Biting your bottom lip you steer your features into confident defiance. “Or am I not allowed to do that too?”

The beta lets out a sigh and a curse you do not recognize. It must be part of the Sky People’s weird language.

“Alright, I will assist you just wait for a moment.”

“I don’t require an audience.”

“But you do require supervision.”

It’s difficult to argue when you remain clinging to a tree for dear life. So when the beta helps you make it down the tree foothold by foothold, there is nothing left in you to protest. Instead, you simply shift gears.

��Be quick.” The male says, gesturing to a secluded spot behind thick bushes.

“It takes as long as it takes.” Head held high, you walk past him and into the bushes. Luckily the sounds of nocturnal creatures are loud enough to excuse why you are so silent in the bushes. Furthermore, it’s clear that male has at least some respect for your privacy as a woman when he doesn’t question again what takes you so long.

Those advantages aside, running now would still do you no good. He has steered the two of you further away from the pa’li and running on foot will only get you lost in this entanglement of greenery. And with a beta, one native to the area nonetheless, there is no chance of getting far.

Lucky for you, there is always one sure fire way to disable a man without violence.

“What did you say your name is again?”

The beta straightens when you walk past him.

“Um, I didn’t.” He picks up into a jog to catch up with your sudden retreat. Not a foot of space is granted between you two. He has grown suspicious.

Shifting your long glossy hair over one shoulder, you look over at him with a subtle pout. “Well I don’t see how that’s fair. You know my name but I don’t know yours.”

The beta doesn’t immediately melt at your softened composure like most males at home do. Rather he seems to clear his throat in discomfort before muttering out, “Ke’ve”

“Hm, Ke’ve.” You repeat back, as if savoring the taste of his name on your tongue. He’s nervous. No doubt, devoted to keeping his distance from the prince’s intended. There are ways to relax him, however. “Well Ke’ve, not every male is noble enough to lend his help in the middle of the night. You must know your presence has brought me great comfort out here.”

His eyes scrunch but he doesn’t respond, perhaps unsure of what response would be safe.

“You see,” With a sigh, you come to a halt. “I’m not very accustomed to feeling vulnerable. We are so far from home in a place I have never been but I still do not enjoy being seen as weak. So I wouldn’t admit this to anyone else but I feel as if I can trust you when I say,” You pause for dramatic effect and will tears to your eyes. “I’m scared.”

Were it an alpha, the essence of your fear would be enough to swoop you into their arms and make an oath of protection. Ke’ve on the other hand is a beta, so his response is more subtle. Yet just as promising when his expression falters and he looks on the verge of sighing again.

“You are safe with us.” And as sure as the sun rises in the morning, so does that inevitable flash of concern spring forth.

“I do feel safer with you.” Just a gentle brush of your fingers against his elbow. So subtle in wake of your shining vulnerability that he doesn’t shrug it off. “I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

A few stray pieces of hair fall over your cheek to frame your depiction of soft spoken innocence. You are perfectly poised like a flower ready to be picked, a delicate beauty that deserves to be protected at all costs. The same disposition that has had beta men falling at your feet time and time again.

They are always enchanted by your demeanor. So much so that when the Olo’ekytan’s daughter suddenly spins the table so she is straddling their waist and taking control, they can’t help but hand the reins over.

“Yes well you…you don’t need to worry.” Ke’ve’s eyes don’t hold the same snare that Neteyam’s do but you can already imagine how pretty they will look rolling to the back of his head when you have his cock in your mouth. Pleasure has a way of rendering a man defenseless, therefore giving you the perfect opportunity to carry out your plans.

With the stealth and precision of a predator stalking its prey you snake your hand up his bicep and over one broad shoulder. Consequently it has your own face inching closer to his wrist where you sensually let his pulse point rub over your throat. It will leave the trace of his scent there, igniting a primal side of him that can be molded perfectly into your designs. “How can I repay you?” You ask, batting your lashes up at him as you begin the slow descent to your knees.

But they never hit the ground.

Sharp pain erupts along your scalp as a hand abruptly grabs a chunk of your hair at the roots. That hold is used to veer you back onto your feet and fall back against a warm chest. “I can think of a few ways.”

Your carefully crafted composure shatters into a hiss as you try to recover from both the shock of being caught and the unforgiving grip Neteyam has in your hair. Even more so, the tingling sensation that brutal hold sends down your spine.

“Ow! Let go!”

“Tell the others I will be having a little talk with my omega.” Neteyam commands, ignoring your useless struggling. “You are dismissed, Ke’ve.” The beta doesn’t need to be told twice, already scurrying to get away.

“Now let’s get you sorted out.” Still keeping his hand tangled where you try to dislodge it, Neteyam drags you further into the mysterious forest. You note that the distance, however, is not quite far enough to completely conceal your whining from the others.

Feet stumbling once that hold is released, you find yourself unceremoniously deposited onto a large boulder. You can spot the cliff’s edge where it drops down into a waterfall and beyond is the rolling landscape of Pandora’s forest. The glimmer of eclipse is slowly shifting into the first ray of sunshine to cast over the horizon.

“You just had to prove me right, tiyawn.” Neteyam tutts, squatting onto his haunches so that he is at your level.

It takes considerable effort to get your brain back online and position yourself into a pose more flattering and fit for a princess. No male has ever handled you so roughly. They wouldn’t dare. But the sting of Neteyam’s tug on your scalp leaves a strange ache behind that has your mind reeling. Trying to put your confident mask back on, you fuss with your hair to get every strand back into place.

“And you just had to act like a barbarian.”

“Did you really believe it was that easy to sneak away from me?”

Your throat runs dry when you meet his eyes. This wasn’t a near successful escape, it was planned. One look at his face and it’s clear that he knew exactly when you left and exactly who was assigned to deter you.

“Can’t a woman pee in peace?” You fumble out, making your last attempt at defending your story.

“I suppose not when it ends in you practically nuzzling at another man's tewng [loincloth] like a little slut.”

Your jaw drops before you can stop it. Eyes ablaze and tail pointed on alert, you are tempted to throw caution to the wind and slap the alpha’s pretty face. No male, in fact no Na’vi, has ever used such a vulgar term to depict you. You’ve had your share of fun among the betas in your clan, but that makes you no less glittering of a gem. And certainly not a slut.

“No man of honor would even think of using such a term, let alone directing it at me.” When you rise up to your full height, Neteyam stands in suit. “Is this why you asked for my hand? Any normal prince, especially the son of Toruk Makto, should have half the women in the clan begging to mate with him. But maybe even they could not see past your arrogant disrespectful bravado, so you had to travel to another clan entirely to find an unknowing prospect.”

“Is that your theory?” Tone deceptively calm, the deep drag of his voice washes over you like silk.

“You may think that you’ve conquered and can now return home with a pep in your step but no matter what you do, there will always be one truth that will haunt you.”

You gulp down the lump in your throat when one of his long strides closes the distance between you. Regardless, you refuse to retreat.

“And what truth is that, princess?”

Your wild eyes shoot to pierce through him.

“That you chose wrong.” You let that statement hang in the air for a beat, hoping it will press down on him in the silence. However it is disappointment that lays a hold on you when his unreadable expression remains in place.

“Is that so?”

He’s close enough to nearly feel the beat of his heart.

“It may be your experience that omegas in your presence bow in submission and shudder beneath that charming grin, but I am not one of them. I am not subject to swooning for or baring my neck to any alpha. I am too independent for your tastes.”

His chest vibrates with a deep chuckle, one that ironically holds no jovial warmth to it. Instead, paired with the sinful curve of his lips, it wraps thick tendrils around you that act as the calm before the storm.

“You’re not independent, princess. You’re a spoiled brat.”

He’s undeterred by your scoff or bat of your hands when he forcefully grasps your chin between two fingers.

“When my father finds out what kind of man you-”

“Your father has done you a great disservice.” Two steps forward and Neteyam has successfully backed you up against the cool stone. “He has given you everything you’ve asked for, let you go entirely unchecked. We can place part of the blame on him for turning you into a spoiled little thing that thinks it only takes a bat of her lashes to get what she wants.”

When your lips part to sneer a nasty comment at him, Neteyam swiftly presses his thumb over them.

“It’s because of this spoiled attitude that you have not properly learned the pleasure of submitting to your nature.” He’s not trying to hide the shadow of his scent over you now, it circles you into a clouded dome. Leaning his head down, his lips just barely whisper against your own that are still trapped beneath his thumb. “You don’t understand the ecstasy of being tamed.”

A warmth pools at the pit of your stomach. You recognize that feeling and what it means. Putting your desire to win this argument aside, it’s clear that now is the time to bow out before this escalates too far.

“Get off.” At first it’s just a whisper. Then when Neteyam’s body remains curled over yours, rock hard and unmoving, your voice rises. “I said get off! You egotistical pervert!” Your cries don’t stop and neither does the useless rain of your fists against his chest.

But then he is snatching your wrists and hooking a hand beneath your thigh to slide you up onto the rock. The stone is cold against your exposed back and ass, your tail becoming trapped beneath your own weight. Neteyam crushes all hope of sitting back up when he cages your smaller form with his own bulking frame.

“Always have to make it difficult, don’t you, tiyawn?”

You fight the urge to squeeze the muscles beneath your captured hands when they land on his chest to push him away.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so difficult if you just got off of my ass for once.”

“Oh but princess that is exactly where I want to be.” That devilish grin is accented by a ray of sunlight painting his features.

Without an inch of personal space it becomes aggravatingly obvious how gorgeous the man above you is. Neteyam is the perfect contrast of broad shoulders and a slim waist shown off by his beautiful woven battle band. His immaculate braids swing down across his cheeks and collarbones to frame his intense eyes, sharp jawline, and lips that were simply made to do sinful things.

Your reflection is cut short when a band begins to wrap around your wrists. Squirm as you might, Neteyam holds no sympathy for your protests as he expertly ties the appendages together. Empty threats. Cries for help. None of them make an ounce of difference.

“Scream as much as you want if you’re that eager to give the others a show.”

That shuts you up in an instant. It confirms your earlier observation of proximity and immediately has you playing back the conversation to guess how much of it that other males have already heard.

“You’re a monster.”

“Hm, and all yours, princess.” A wicked grin across his lips, Neteyam secures your bound wrists to a low branch over the rock. You’re left stretched out and trapped laying across the boulder beneath him.

That cocky expression blanches its color once he draws his nose along your neck. The exact spot you had tricked Ke’ve to scent you. Your heart hammers on its own accord when Neteyam’s wicked smile drops. Mere seconds ago nothing had seemed more appealing than ripping apart the alpha with the lash of your tongue, but now something in you warns to stay still. To stay quiet.

“I was going to wait until we reached Vitraya Ramunong [tree of souls], in light of tradition.” His breath is hot against your neck, a heat that travels like lava down to your very core. “But it seems my little brat can’t wait that long.”

His teeth sink in without warning. It takes a moment for the shock to fizzle out and allow you to feel the pain. Neteyam’s teeth bite and capture the soft flesh there without mercy before his lips suck a dark spot directly over where Ke’ve’s scent used to be.

Your spine arches, hips already bucking without your consent. The only response to your screams and squirming is Neteyam’s own hips pressing you back against the stone. He is ravenous. Biting, sucking, and licking at that one spot until the area has become desensitized to his ministrations.

Your body has spiked from zero to one hundred in a matter of seconds. Your head reels with the whiplash of having the male reprimand you one moment and the next sinking his teeth into a mark terrifyingly close to your mating gland.

“Better.” Neteyam finally murmurs against your neck. He seals the mark with a deceptively tender kiss as you are left short circuiting. Your instincts flare, that primal part of your nature climbing out from under the rock you’ve kept it trapped beneath.

“Are…are you insane? Biting that close-”

“I won’t mark you there tonight, tiyawn. Want to be able to feel you through the bond when that happens.” A curved knuckle runs down your kuru, making your toes curl. “Once we are under the spirit tree together. There are still some traditions I’d like to keep.” He says with a grin that you could almost associate with a charming gentleman, not the same male that just savagely ravaged your throat like a predator of the night.

“But we will need to find a way to get you to behave until then.” You can’t mirror the ease he feels as he speaks. It becomes clear now how dire your circumstances are. You had thought Neteyam wouldn’t dare to put a hand on you without permission but now he has proven to be more than willing to not only touch but leave marks behind. There is no telling where he draws the line.

And you’re scared, just as you should be, but there is something else far more terrifying that plumps into your bloodstream. A dangerous intrigue that borders excitement.

“How do you suggest we do that, princess?”

No matter how hard you try, no humble response willingly bubbles to your lips. Neteyam is still an asshole, gorgeous or not. Alluring or not. No matter how tempting he may be, that doesn’t mean it’s worth exploring the mysterious punishment he has up his sleeve. And you…well you’re still pissed.

“My behavior is nothing in comparison to yours. You-”

A hand comes down on the side of your ass hard enough to have you choking on those words.

“You hit me!” Neteyam simply tilts his head at your accusation.

“Good observation, tiyawn.” Not a hint of apology present. This man is not remorseful, he is proud. “If you keep running your mouth like that I will be forced to do it again. Knowing you, it won’t take long for me to tan that ass red.”

Your father never spanked you as a child. It would break his heart to see his little girl cry the tears it would inevitably provoke. And with your dating experience exclusively being betas, no man has ever tried to right that wrong. Thinking of riding on a pa’li with a red ass now has fear jumbling threats past your lips haphazardly.

“I swear on my-”

His right hand clamps over your mouth. The pressure is hard enough to have you whining beneath his skin.

“That’s enough from you for now.”

There is nothing left for you to do but watch. Body rendered immobile and now your last weapon at your disposal silenced, you are at the utter mercy of the prince. A mercy that does not appear to be afforded any time soon as his other hand trails down to start undoing the knots of your top.

It shouldn’t be as scary as it is, watching string be string get unlooped as your crystal top begins to fall slack. However, this particular intimacy is one you are not accustomed to.

It had started out as just a silly game you had played when you first started dating. Men were often foaming at the mouth to get a proper glimpse of your subtle breasts. It had been an immediate source of amusement as you’d seen how far they were willing to go for only a chance. And even more rewarding when you noticed how easy it was to never follow through with satisfying this desire.

So it continued. It became somewhat common knowledge among your lovers, and any future interested prospects that you keep that part of yourself private. However, you hadn’t meant for it to go on as long as it did. Eventually you would cave to a worthy beta and watch him go feral, but that was before you discovered simply how sensitive your nipples are. It only took a few times of playing with yourself, brought on by your interest in nipple piercings, for you to see how vulnerable that area of you is.

And now it is ironically Neteyam that uncovers that part of you.

He can sense the shift of your scent the moment it happens. With every tug on the feeble strings your essence takes on a darker hue. Pleasure and pain. Arousal and fear. These combinations are ones you have not been properly exposed to. Perhaps were it not for him, you would never have been humble enough to try them.

The last undone tie allows the strung crystals to slide over the curve of your chest before dropping to the floor. What pretty little things you adorn yourself with, yet they do very little to protect you. Because it’s clear to him that in your eyes, protection is never needed. You can not fathom how much you have truly gotten away with.

Prancing around in your little outfits. Torturing men with what they want but can’t truly possess. Expecting the world to shift whatever way you desire with the wave of your hand. It’s laughable how you never imagined to face the consequences of such actions.

You’re a haughty little thing just waiting to be put in your place.

“My brat.” Neteyam smirks, leaning down to place a kiss at the slope between your breasts. Goosebumps ripple over your beautiful azure skin. It’s a visceral reaction to the smallest of his touches and it drives him near insanity. How perfect this pretty body of yours will be as a canvas for his marks. A vessel for his heir.

Fuck, you are beautiful.

Perhaps he can’t entirely blame you for being so arrogant. Your beauty is enough to hold a man captive with just a simple glance. And you’ve taken advantage of that far too many times.

He allows himself to fall captive to it now. Unlike the others, he won’t need to starve after you once you’ve decided you’re done playing with him like a toy. No, you will be bound to him. You will belong to him completely.

“So pretty.” He coos, his lips just barely painting over your right breast. When his bottom lip hover over your nipple he watches in awe as it hardens. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

You’ve gone silent, but he can feel the stutter of your breath beneath his hand. It would be unfair to neglect the other side, so Neteyam takes his time showing your left breast the same gentle attention that has your other nipple following in suit. He’s heard of your reluctance to reveal such pretty breasts to your lovers, but he never imagined it would be due to such sensitivity.

It’s like watching a flower bloom for him. The way you squirm and whine at even the drag of his eyes over your delectable form. Neteyam lets his hand slip from your mouth, no longer willing to explore only with his lips.

His fingertips start a trail down by your navel and ascend up over your stomach and towards your chest at a slow pace. When he finally reaches to gently palm at your right breasts he feels your heartbeat pounding like a drum under his fingers. So many nights he has dreamed of touching you like this, rendering you utterly speechless before he has even started. Now as your lips part and breath becomes labored from his simple touches, there is no sight more delightful.

You are perfect. You have an attitude that is in major need of fixing but even that is simply a beautiful challenge Eywa has created for him. The way you fit in his hands, gently massaging that supple flesh, it’s clear She crafted your body specifically for him too.

The sun has finally breached the line of the horizon and now it sparkles along your chest in a dazzling show. The white crystals woven in your hair remind him of the halos worn by the angels his father has described.

He applies more pressure with his right hand until the plump flesh is spilling between his fingers, giving him the perfect presentation for his salivating mouth. What starts out as an open mouthed kiss a few inches above your nipple quickly turns into sucking that flesh into his mouth until you are writhing. He groans at the sounds you make and when he pulls back to see the purple mark rising along your skin, the sight is enough to have him on the brink of purring in elation.

Neteyam bends forward and starts crafting his brand on the other side so they are a matching set. This time he takes care in placing it further below your left nipple, at the crease where your stomach meets your chest. It will be difficult for you to find a top able to cover up this claim wrought by his teeth, a purposeful decision on his part.

“Tey…mmm… teyam wait!”

He grins at the cute nickname you’ve already coined for him, but that only buys you a few seconds before he is finally puckering his lips around one of your stiff points. The reaction is instantaneous, spine curving and a screech barreling up your throat. He doesn’t start off sucking too hard, instead just enjoys the way you feel in his mouth. Eventually, though, the whines you make are too decadent for him to resist making them ring louder. So he sucks harder at the little point and groans around the sensitive area so that it has vibrations shooting through you.

“Finally being so good to me, tiyawn, aren’t you?” He says, taking a moment to release your nipple with an audible pop. “Laying yourself out for me to enjoy. I knew you could be a good girl.”

You haven’t come to earn this praise yet, but it’s important to leave an alluring snippet that exhibits what could come if you only behave. As much as you may want to fight it, your nature won’t let you escape how good such praise feels. You are a stubborn woman but your body wants to submit to him. There is a part of you, no matter how deep you’ve buried it, that yearns to please your alpha.

He snaps you back into the moment by softly closing his teeth around your left nipple. It takes a hand against your stomach to stop you from rolling onto your side and away from his soft torment.

“It’s too sensitive! Stop!” Your pouted lips beg but your strengthening perfume gives your arousal away. Just as he figured, you’ve yet to experience how beautifully pleasure and pain intertwine. He rolls that bud sensually between his teeth before carefully giving it a tug.

He alternates between tormenting your nipples and savoring the plush curve of your breasts with his hands and mouth. The skin is soft beneath his calloused palms. It has him wondering how it would feel to have that velvety skin squished around his cock and as he fucks your breasts. Neteyam swallows back the pooling saliva on his tongue, a string of it still connecting his lips to where he laid his last mark on your tits. It’s almost tempting enough to forgo his plans altogether and sate his lust driven curiosity, but Neteyam shakes it away.

The two of you will have plenty of time to experiment later.

“Teyam, please no more. It’s too much!” Your pleas have died down in volume. Now they are coated with your labored breath as you try to control the pounding of your heart.

“Too much, princess?” He questions and guides his hand down south to rest over your loincloth. “Or not enough?” When he cups your pussy through the fabric you roll up against him and chase whatever friction he is willing to give.

It’s not nearly enough, he can tell from your disappointed expression when he pulls away entirely. Pupils blown wide and chest heaving to catch your breath, you remain silent as he reaches for the pouch attached to his tewng.

Neteyam pulls out a line of woven crystals, much like the ones you wear in your hair but these were foraged from the caves near his home. There are fastens on either end of the chain that took far too much time for him to craft.

“Is that for me?” Naturally you ask, that pretty face already showing how quick you are to forget what he was doing to you mere seconds ago once a shiny gift is presented. Neteyam fights the curve of his lips and keeps his every from rolling. Always so predictable.

“Just for you, princess.”

He had crafted it after his last visit to your village. Far before the Olangi clan thought the threat of Sky People was great enough to require protection but him and his father had been there to spread the news regardless. He knew before you even spoke that you thought the world was at your feet. Even the way you walked, spoke of a spoiled elegance. And when he had tried to sate his curiosity towards you with a conversation you were nothing but rude and spiteful towards him.

He knew then that you were going to be his, one or another.

And so he started foraging for the crystals that first night back.

“So pretty,” you murmur, voice airy. Those golden eyes narrow as you squint to look at it. Despite your current position and already wrecked voice, a sneaky little smirk forms over your lips. “But you miscounted. My hair is much longer than that.”

He lets you have your moment, watches as you grin up at him as if you have finally landed a critical blow. All for that to sizzle out when he bends down to whisper in your ear.

“Who said anything about your hair?”

The confused scrunch of your features doesn’t last long when he begins running the cool metal of the clamps up and down your right nipple. Nipple clamps are not a traditional erotic tool for the Na’vi so he’s certain you don’t believe your first instinct as to where that is going until he starts to pinch the right one to prepare it.

“Neteyam, no! Get that away-” He clasps his other hand over your mouth again. Always the demands with you. Sooner than later you will learn that begging gets you a lot further with him. It’s a little trickier to prepare with only one hand available but Neteyam manages.

The alpha plants a knee across your pelvis to keep you place while his right hand tugs at your nipples to confirm they are pointed enough to clamp onto. When the first clamp goes on your right nipple, your screeching goes up an octave. You know what to expect better when the left one is attached but that doesn’t diminish your reaction.

Lovely little drama queen you are, the fit that follows is inevitable. He’s tested the clamps and consulted with several Sky People before deciding to use them on you so he knows there isn’t any real damage being done. Still, you are going to squirm and screech and, were it not for his hand, probably shout every insult you can think of at him, because you have never been punished like this. And your tantrums are what has worked for you in the past.

He lets you fight it out as he holds you down. Neteyam doesn’t mind as it gives him time to admire his handy work. The chain of crystal connecting the clamps hang exquisitely between your curves. Those stiff points have turned a new shade of purple as they peek out between the clamp’s teeth.

“Enough.” Neteyam finally quips back, tugging at the chain. A mix between a moan and groan rumbles from your throat. Once his hand has retreated he can hear the sound properly. Keeping his pointer finger curled around the crystal chain, the prince raises a warning brow at you. “Are you done throwing your fit?”

He watches your pupils dilate and lips curl into a pout.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like my gift?”

“It hurts.” You whimper with a quivering bottom lip. It’s difficult to say how genuine the reaction is considering what a good little actress you are.

He nods his head, mocking your pout with a feigned one upon his own lips. That only whips your stare into pointed daggers.

“It’s supposed to, tiyawn. That’s why it is called punishment.” He kisses right above your left clamped nipple. “A term you may become very familiar with if you don’t fix your attitude.”

Pulling back from where you glare, Neteyam settles himself beside you on his side. His left arm props against the rock to casually support his head while the right drags down your torso. The alpha’s ears perks at the little hiss you release when he just barely brushes the chain but he continues down south.

Another time when the moon is still out he will kiss every little tanhi that dots your precious body until you cry for more. For now, he is only focused on one location.

Neteyam can sense the heat of your core the second his fingertips slip beneath your loincloth’s waistband. You are soft and wet, just like he had imagined so many times. Flared nostrils greedily inhale your scent as he pauses to cup your entire pussy. Much like before, you can’t help but react to his touch. With a little more pressure in his firm hold, a trickle of wetness drops onto his palm.

Fuck, you are inescapable!

You may believe he is to blame for this arrangement but the truth is you are the one that has trapped him since the moment he caught a whiff of your essence. It is him that has been utterly destroyed by his constant thoughts of you.

“But I know that isn’t all there is to it, is there?” He continues, softly kissing your shoulder. “It’s not just pain you feel. There’s something else.”

Your poor bottom lip has been utterly abused by your sharp teeth. Whatever sacrifice it takes for you to keep from admitting the truth to him. He discards your tewng with one hand.

“A unique sense of-” He spreads your folds to suddenly massage your peeking clit with his pointer finger, stealing a gasp from you. “Pleasure.” Neteyam finishes with a grin.

You turn to putty in his hands. The tension riddled along your muscles unravel as he rubs circles along your clit with just the right amount of pressure. When he clasps the chain between his teeth and tugs your eyes fly open, taking in your surroundings as if the pleasure has made you forget where you are entirely.

“Can’t space out on me yet, princess. We still have more to discuss.”

Talking appears to be the last thing on your mind, hips already rolling to hump against his hand. So close to the edge already that it causes a burst of pride to warm in his chest. Warm thighs bracket his hand as if afraid it will pull away at any moment. Smiling softly at the display, Neteyam smoothly covers your upper body with his own, nose to nose in a matter of seconds.

There is nowhere for you to hide now, every microreaction bared for him. Those vibrant eyes remain locked on his own, but he catches the way they occasionally dart to his lips before returning.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Your lips against his are like decadent chocolate, the swirl of his tongue around your own is another burst of flavor he simply can not get enough of. And so the prince swirls the kiss into a languid roll of passion that leaves your lips ruby red and breaths coming out in puffs once he pulls away.

His hand is drenched in your juices. So much so that when he switches to his thumb rubbing your clit and pointer finger tapping at your entrance, those soaking walls capture him at the first sign of intrusion. Your tight heat sucks in the first digit, pulsing around him greedily as your eyes roll back.

Another tug to the chain and he has your attention again.

“Let’s start with an easy question, tiyawn.” He starts. “What were you going to do to Ke’ve?”

Smart little thing that you are, or perhaps manipulative is a more accurate term, you act as if the pleasure has completely swept you away from understanding him. Beautiful little whimpers rumble in your throat and a look of pure lust crosses over your deceivingly innocent features.

Neteyam isn’t willing to wait to see how you act your way out of this.

His finger stops curling and thumb halts before his other hand pushes your thigh upward so that he can land a crackling spank to your ass.

“Princess,” Neteyam drawls out in a mocking sing-song voice. “I’m running out of patience.”

The charade drops but your body trembles from the sudden lack of stimulation.

“I was going to distract him.” It’s spoken so softly that his ears twitch and strain to make sure he hears you correctly. The finger inside of you restarts, curling up against your g spot while his thumb torments that bundle of nerves from the other side.

“That’s a nice way of putting it.” He slots his face against the slope of your throat. The fragrance that is so uniquely you is especially strong here so there is no stopping the way his tongue naturally flicks out to draw a wet line from your collarbones to jaw. “Let me be more specific. How were you going to distract him?”

The context clues were clearly enough to put two and two together, but he still demands that you say it out loud. The first step to developing remorse is acknowledging what was done.

When you take your time thinking up a strategic answer he cruelly pulls his finger out and jams a second one back with it on the thrust. Your toes curl and your face is turned to bury in your hair.

“Princess.”

No response, just a small whine as he scissor his long digits to stretch those velvet walls.

“Were you going to suck his cock?”

Your silence is rewarded with his hand stilling. The disappointment has your lips parting to no doubt say something far outside of a good girl’s vocabulary, but one raised brow has you falter in that decision.

He twirls the middle of the chain around one finger so it is shortened and with each word he tugs it back sharply.

“Were. You. Going. To. Suck. His. Cock.”

“Ah mm Yes!” You gasp, eyes squeezed shut but pussy wildly pulsing around his fingers.

“That’s what I thought.” He revels in the naive relief you exhibit when he begins his ministrations between your thighs again. How cute of you to think that a little truth would forgive your earlier sins.

Neteyam prowls down your body, savoring the slide of your skin against his own until he is settled between your thighs that are now pushed over his shoulders and he has an unobstructed view of your greedy cunt. While diligently pushing you closer to an orgasm, the alpha takes special care to decide where his next visual claim will be laid. He decides on two spots.

The first one is atop your upper thigh where it will be in clear view of anyone you come across and the second is harshly sucked into the sensitive flesh of your left inner thigh.

“You will never walk upon Omatikay soil without my marks.”

You don’t appear to hear him.

“Oh mm Neteyam…feels so good.”

It might just be the first good thing you’ve said all day and his inner alpha purrs in deep satisfaction. Unfortunately for you, punishment comes before rewards.

Retracting his hand entirely, Neteyam swipes the remnants of your sticky arousal over your inner thighs, painting his beautiful canvas. There is no time to complain at the loss before he is running the flat of his tongue from your convulsing pussy up over your clit and even navel.

That wet muscle dances along and between your folds in practiced precision. Your essence tantalizes his very tastebuds until he is producing so much saliva that it is difficult to say how much of the wet mess at your apex is made from him versus you. He supposes in some ways he is responsible for both.

The prince’s lips shine with the evidence when he pulls back to speak.

“Do good girls do that?”

“Huh…what?”

“Do good girls try to suck cocks that are not their alpha’s?” He reiterates, weaving a firm steel into his voice.

“I…uh…no,” Comes your timid response.

Those thick lashes flutter when he returns to feasting on your delicious cunt. It only lasts for a second, however, before he is speaking against the soft skin of your thighs.

“That’s right, tiyawn. Good omegas know who they belong to.”

Your body jolts as if stung by lightning when his thumb rubs at your sensitive nub again. He can see it in your face now. His omega is just barely tipping on the edge of release.

“So what do you think you should do about it?”

Breath borderline erratic the muscles in your legs tense in anticipation of that wonderful release. The same one that he roughly rips away when you don’t respond, not daring to even breath across your cunt.

“No no please! I’m so close! Just a little longer. I wanna come!”

“What do you think you should do about it?” Neteyam repeats, tampering down the smirk that threatens to cross his lips when he sees the way you whine and tugs at your bonds.

“For…for what?” You’re so genuinely confused he has to hold back a coo at how adorable you look.

“What do you think you should do to make up for trying to suck his cock?”

That little head of yours is working overtime to craft an intelligent response. It becomes all that much harder when he starts playing with your clit again, keeping you tantalizingly close to the edge but never over.

“I…I could…I..”

“Yes?” Neteyam considers himself very patient but he is forced to halt his touch when you take too long to respond and get far too close to coming.

“No wait! Why did you stop?” Your foot stomps against the rock like the spoiled brat that you are, so utterly confused and crestfallen at being denied for the first time. Has any male ever even tried to edge you? If your response is anything to go off of, it’s clear that he will be the first to teach you the joys of orgasm denial too.

“Answer my question, oeyӓ tiyawn [my love].”

Frustrated tears run from the corner of your eyes and this time Neteyam is positive they are genuine. Your little pout is broken by sharp teeth torturing your bottom lip again while you try to get a hold of yourself to respond properly.

“I…I could suck your cock.” It comes out almost as a question but the prince is eager to take it.

“There you go.” He hoists himself up to deposit a kiss on your lips before shrinking back down and continuing a very special kiss between your legs. Your pretty thighs immediately clamp around his head, shaking so hard he can feel the vibrations. As much as he wants to taste your release properly he can’t pass up the opportunity to see your face for the first time as you come.

So the alpha escapes the cage of your thighs and replaces his tongue with skilled fingers the fuck up into your pussy and play with that precious bundle of nerves. He kisses his way up your body, this time being mindful of the crystal chain, until he is nuzzling against your cheek. The woodsy essence of his own scent will integrate there, letting everyone know that you have been claimed.

“Such a smart girl my omega is. So good for her alpha.”

That is your undoing. Like a woven tapestry he watches you unravel into an explosion of pure ecstasy. All of this time you’ve denied yourself the wondrous caress of an alpha’s praise. It’s left you with no defenses once finally showered with his sweet words. Neteyam groans deeply beneath your whiny scream, savoring the way his hand is now properly drenched as he rides you through the orgasm.

You don’t register when Neteyam pulls away. In fact your head is so high above the clouds that it’s only when your hands drop like a dead weight against the boulder that you realize Neteyam has cut your bonds.

It feels as if the world is a hazy blur of color, everything so vibrant and wondrous as you come down from that high. Even the simple kisses Neteyam gives to each of your wrists feels like drinking sunshine. In fact it is so incredible that you instantly crave more.

More of him.

More of this electric pleasure.

Anything and everything that has brought you into such a happy state.

However, when the prince comes to carefully help you off the boulder and back onto your feet, it’s suddenly clear what it will take to get another taste of cloud nine. And in this case, that means tasting him.

Neteyam hardly needs to prompt you onto your knees. Whatever is brewing inside of you is now your new addiction and somehow being at eye level with his crotch has never seemed more appealing. Your alpha wants you to atone for your sins, perhaps then he will grant you another orgasm. Well if taking him down your throat is redemption then you are going to be good at this game.

Past experience is the foundation of your confidence.

Hands still shaking with aftershock, they fumble to get a hold of his tewng. You’re about to catch hold of the waistband and simply rip the fabric down when strong hands catch your wrists. You look up at him in bewilderment. What type of man stops a woman on her knees second before he is about to get his dick sucked?

“We’re not going to do this your way, princess. If you want to make it up to me then you will learn to follow my instructions.”

In some ways it’s borderline insulting. What is wrong with the way you suck a male off? No man has ever complained. And if they did, how would Neteyam even know? He’s never experienced nor witnessed what you do. But of course as an alpha he must believe he knows best.

Typical.

Those thoughts don’t bubble into words, however, because as much as you would like to prove how fucking fantastic you are all on your own, you don’t want it more than another orgasm. Preferably by the means of his skilled tongue.

When he drops your wrists you shift uncomfortably, both impatience and the tight press of the clamps around your nipples creates the undeniable need to squirm. All while Neteyam simply watches you from above, perfectly calm and entertained by your position.

That is until you go to shift the clamps and your wrists are immediately snagged again.

“Did I say you could touch that?” He asks, that smooth voice taking on a smoky edge. Just when you are about to pout, however, Neteyam pulls your hands to place them along his upper thighs. You don’t need to be told twice. Running your hands along the smooth skin and squeezing the corded muscle there is a nice enough distraction to silence your objections.

That is, until a new distraction presents itself.

His long fingers carefully start to undo the ties of his tewng. Done at such a leisured pace it’s obvious he is determined to torture you, even pausing at one point to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before finally lets the cloth fall away.

Excitement quickly mingles with apprehension when you see what you are faced with.

Beta males have always satisfied you with their size, just enough to make you choke a little and hit that special spot inside of you. However, you’ve forgotten entirely what it means to be with an alpha. Neteyam’s cock curves up against his lower abs, fully hard and already sporting a drop of precum. But even the thought of fitting your mouth around that bulbous head, let alone trying to get the massive length down your throat makes your ears begin to twitch.

All confidence quickly drains from your face.

“Are you ready to listen now?”

Finally peeling your gaze away from his twitching cock, you look up at him to see him staring down at you with the same intensity.

“Yes.” You whisper, suddenly grateful for promised instruction now that you’ve been properly thrown for a loop. Perhaps you should have branched out to fucking with alphas at least once, just to know the difference properly. Because now you feel like a proper virgin waiting for their first lesson on giving a blow job.

Surprisingly there is one feeling that rises higher than your trepidation.

Curiosity.

Somehow the challenge before you sparks a further interest. A need to map out every part of his body until it has become less mysterious. Until it feels familiar beneath your hands.

And as if Neteyam can read your thoughts, he says, “You can explore now, tiyawn. Take your time.”

Take your time. Not the direction you would expect from a male whose cock is fully hard and jerking against his lower stomach. You had thought all alphas to be forceful, wanting to claim and fuck in a quick and dirty fashion. But Neteyam stays true to his word when your hands slowly travel up his thighs.

You are given more than enough time to familiarize yourself with the area. You start small, running the pads of your fingers down his muscular abdomen to feel each and every muscle there. Then once a little bit of confidence has been regained they come to rest around his base.

The dark blue shade of his skin elegantly bleeds into a beautiful purple the closer to the tip it goes. All to then end on a subdued shade of pink along his head and balls. Even without the moonlight you can make out the small tanhi that dot along his skin. They lead along the side, creating a trail beside the thick vein lacing the underside of this cock before fanning out around the tip. As if they were perfectly crafted to entice your eyes towards the prize.

Neteyam’s tail lashes the first time you run your fingers over him. His arousal is an essence that infiltrates the very air around you like a thick cloud. Surely he must be anxious for you to hurry up, but the prince keeps his body strictly in place for your exploration.

It is only when he catches your tongue swiping over your bottom lip that he speaks up.

“You can use your tongue, tiyawn.” With an inaudible gasp you pull back in surprise, practically forgetting he was there. An amused grin shows off his pearly white teeth, never faltering as you hesitate for a moment. “Are you feeling shy, princess?”

“No.” You bite back even as your stomach does a somersault.

“Remember, I will guide you. No need to stress.” His fingers run through your scalp and in spite of how good that feels you rear back and glare at him.

You don’t need help. And you sure as hell are not shy. So what if you are a little caught off guard? That does not give him the right to treat you like an omega virgin ripe for the picking.

So you draw forward and boldly draw the flat of your tongue slowly from the base to tip. Much like he had done between your own thighs. Because much like him, you are not afraid and you are not one to hand the reins over easily.

What you do not anticipate is how the taste of him blossoms over your tastebuds. It sends a thrill through you that is difficult to conceal as you go in for another taste. It gets sloppy very quickly. The moment you try to take the head into your mouth, your nerves get the better of you and that ends up making you draw back.

Just in time as Neteyam slots a hand in your dark locks and grabs hold of the roots. “Why are you rushing, omega?”

“I am not.”

“Follow my directions. No need to prove yourself.” He says, but he already wears a crooked smirk.

It continues like this back and forth until you are finally tired of having your head yanked back by your hair so you wait for his instructions. Neteyam is meticulous in the way he has you explore, the way he forces you to taste him before even giving you the chance to take him into your mouth.

But when you do finally take in the first few inches your inner omega springs forth without reserve. You feel every ridge and vein of his cock as they slip past your outstretched lips. And that stretch, that utterly deniable feeling of being stretched full, is what has you drawing in for more.

Before now being on your knees has always felt like a place of power. You’ve riddle men down to whimpering messes just by the skilled trace of your tongue. You’ve swallowed everything they’ve had to give while they’ve sung curses to the sky. It is them that is rendered entirely insatiable as you hold their pleasure in the palm of your hand.

It doesn’t feel that way now.

It’s hard to determine what he awakens within you but every time you are pulled off of his cock and told to take a moment to breathe, it is you that feels insatiable. You figured it would get better once Neteyam fell deep enough into his own ecstasy but somehow the evidence of his pleasure only escalates your own addiction. You can never get enough of him.

Never will you tire of seeing his magnificent neck on display when he throws his head back with a rumbled groan. Never will you suck down the taste of him enough to satisfy your carnal desires. And never will there be a more magnificent feeling than the wash of his praise over you as your throat contracts and you gags around him.

It is him that leaves you ravenous.

“All the way down now, princess. That’s it, you can take it.”

You’d take just about anything this man says at gospel at this point. A fact that is evident by the way you no longer hesitate to sheath him down your throat when commanded. And when those sinfully gorgeous hips start to move, you fight every need for breath and simply let him fuck your throat without complaint.

In fact it is you that complains when you are given a chance to breathe, tears streaking down your face and drool coating your chin.

“No whining.” Neteyam tsks, wagging a finger playfully. It would normally piss you off but now it only registers as the absence of praise. So when he continues to the pattern, moaning and bucking his hips only to pull off seconds later, you bite back the urge to cry and beg for his cum. “Just get me wet, princess. Tongue out. There you go.”

It makes no sense, but then again that seems to be the theme when it comes to Neteyam. He demands you suck him off only to deny you the pleasure of feeling him shoot down your throat. Your pretty face is nothing but a mess of tears and spit when he finally rears you back for the last time. For a moment it seems possible he will jerk himself off and finish across your face or pinched nipples but his next direction has your tail tucking.

“There’s my good girl. Now stand up for me.”

“Neteyam.” You whine but he is quick to grab hold of that crystal chain and force you to your feet as your nipples ache.

“Are you still wet for me, omega? Spread your legs.” He slides a hand between your thighs to inspect the evidence of just how aroused you truly are. “Very good girl.” He grins against your ear, as if he didn’t already know how desperate he has made you.

It’s only a second of attention to your clit before he is taking your hand and dragging you through the forest.

Neteyam has always been known for being meticulous. Or in Lo’ak’s words, obsessive. He has lived his life with a plan and great attention to detail. So when he has you following him, your hand in his own, he can’t help but look for the perfect spot to take you. The ideal place where he can admire you spread out for him and finally experience what it is to be inside of that sweet little body.

He’s pleased to find you put up no fuss when he coerces you onto your stomach with your face down and ass up. In fact, your spine curves as you look back at him, a seductive gleam in your eyes that says you are still not above playing games to get what you want.

“M’ready.” You sigh against the grass, tail curling upwards to give him access. It may as well be the equivalent of snapping your fingers in a fetching command. Regardless, Neteyam decides to let you off this time, especially when you are creating the most gorgeous display for him.

Your pussy clenches around open air, your cunt an absolute mess that has dripped down between your thighs. There is no mistaking what you want.

But that doesn’t mean that is what you’re going to get.

You don’t immediately react when he uses both hands to knead and spread your plump cheeks apart, but when he begins to push a finger at your tightest hole, you squeak and draw back. With a stern hand gripping your hip he pulls you back against him where he kneels. Tentatively you trust him once more only to squirm when he only sticks his fingers into your pussy in order to collect your slick arousal and spread it between your cheeks.

“Neteyam!”

“Mawey, princess. You’ll like it, I promise.” And you will, despite your better judgment.

“No, not there!” Were it not for the hazy glow he has you in now you surely would claw his eyes out for even suggesting such a thing but with his thumb reaching down to rub at your sensitive clit, your defenses are greatly weakened.

“And why not, tiyawn?”

“I want you to fuck me.” You drawl with a whine.

“And I am.” Neteyam slinks up so his chest is pressed against your back, pushing away your hair so he can whisper in your ear. “I am going to fuck my spoiled brat until the only words she can manage to utter are thank you and my name.”

You sputter at his sensual words, pussy trying to clamp around the finger that swirls through your juices.

“But that’s…t-that’s not what I mean.”

“Are you nervous, tiyawn?”

“N-no.”

“No male has ever tried to stretch this little hole before, have they?”

You simply attempt to tuck your face away from him as it turns a lovely shade of red. Neteyam grins and kisses your cheek.

“I am going to take every first you have left, princess. I will fuck all of your holes over and over again, including this naughty little hole.” A shudder ripples through your trapped frame. “Your greedy pussy too but the first time I do that we will bonded beneath Vitraya Ramunong so until then…” He grips your hip to keep you in place when his lubed finger finally starts pushing past that clenching rim.

“Breathe oeyӓ tiyawn.” He hushes your whines. It takes considerable effort to coax you into relaxing for him but Neteyam finds that the right amount of praise and gentle kisses seems to get the job done.

Fuck, you are so incredibly tight! It feels as if you are trying to cut off the circulation in his fingers as he adds another. His heart races at those pulsing walls around his cock. You do nothing to aid his patience as little pants filtering from your lips and soon your eyes are fluttering closed.

You won’t want to admit it, but this new pleasure has you entirely hooked. A strange sensation no doubt, and even uncomfortable at times he can tell as you struggle to take a third finger but so too do you eventually start pushing your hips back against the intrusion.

Holding you in place is no longer required, allowing his other hand to slip to the front of your body and resume strumming your clit. Grass becomes intertwined with the sparkling crystals in your hair due to the way you keep turning your head to whine and squirm.

“I wish you could see how perfect you look like this. Sweet little ass sucking in my fingers like it was made for this. I knew I’d see you like this someday, my pretty brat learning to behave.”

“F-fuck you.” You sputter.

Neteyam can’t even find it within himself to be mad when you are clenching around him like this. He’ll take care of that naughty mouth soon, but for now he is content to focus on making your body fully submit to him.

“As you wish, omega.”

The prince pulls his fingers out and makes sure to spread more of your natural lube over his cock. He feels like he could bust any moment just looking at your hole clenching at the loss. The gleam in your eyes when he lines the head of his cock up to your tightest hole gives him all the information he needs to know.

“Teyam!” You gasp just before his head makes it past the entrance.

“Doing so good for me, omega. Stay nice and relaxed.”

“It’s not going to fit.” The protest is greatly undermined by the way your pussy leaks juices down your thigh.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll make it fit.”

And true to his word, Neteyam patiently rears forward and rubs sinful circles over your clit until his pelvis is cushioned by your plush ass.

“Oh my Eywa!” You quiver, thighs no longer doing the work to keep you up.

“What was it you said about getting off your ass?”

“You fucking…Oh…asshole.” Your insults are barely tangible as he begins with shallow thrusts. “Oh my…oh…aahh.”

“Different than you thought, isn’t it?” He smirks, but even he has to close his eyes and take a moment to breathe. Your walls cinch around him so tightly it feels as if you're trying to strangle his cock. Even his shallow thrusts take considerable effort, even more difficult not to prematurely fill you with his seed every time those gummy walls pulse. “Deep breathes. Let yourself enjoy it.”

“M-more.”

His ears perk, wondering if he has misheard you.

“What was-”

“More! Move now! Move fucking now I swear-” The air is punched from your lungs when he harshly rears back to the tip before plunging himself all the way inside again. The noise that escapes you is one he has never heard before and he knows for a fact that it rings loud enough through the trees for the others to detect.

Grasping a handful of hair he pulls you up onto your knees so that your back is flush against his chest. From this vantage point he can see the crystal chain sparkling in the sunlight.

“Is that any way to ask for what you want?” He rumbles against your ear.

The sound of clapping skin echoes through the forest as you eagerly push yourself back against his now brutal pace.

“Teyamteyamteyam,” Comes your endless spew, head thrown back against his shoulder. He’s too lost in his own ecstasy to chew you out for not answering his question. Instead he roughly manhandles you off of his cock and pushes you to lay down on your back.

“But-”

Legs thrown around his waist he sinks back inside to the hilt. “You need to learn some fucking patience, princess.”

“I’m sorryyyyy!” You drawl but those little hands are already grasp at his biceps, demanding that he slots himself closer. Looking down he swears he can practically see his cock moving in your stomach.

“How are these pretty tits doing, hm?” Swooping down, he leaves sloppy kisses around your secured nipples, groaning when your fingers claws at his hair to pull him closer. “Tell me the truth now, princess. Tell me how much you love me my cock in your ass.”

He knows you're far gone when a response comes back without any fight. “I love..ngh..ah…I love your cock in my ass. Don’t stop, alpha. Pleasepleaseplease.”

“Take a breath for me.” He commands softly and the second you comply he undoes both claps in tandem. In some ways he has heard that taking them off is more painful than putting them on. If that is true, you must have a secret love for such pain because you bare down on him so hard that it takes everything within him not to bust inside of you.

“Fuck!” You curse, yanking him down impossibly closer. “Neteyam!”

“Good girl, princess. My good girl.” He murmurs between sloppy kisses laid on your chest. He licks gently over your pointed nipples in efforts to soothe them.

Neteyam’s own patience is quickly unraveling but he wants to come in time with you. He wants you to squirt across him as he paints your walls white. So with his own breaths coming out in pants and hips ricketing at a desperate speed, he reaches between you and assaults that little bundle of nerves.

“Come on, brat. Do as you're told for once and come for me.”

You steal the very air from his lungs. Your silky walls milk him dry as you come around him. Stars dot his vision and his abdomen flexes at the pure pressure of his own release. He spills himself inside of you as your nails dig into his shoulder blades.

When he finally does come down from that high, your grip won’t release. His name is a whispered mantra on your lips as you pull his heavy body atop of yours. He falls without resistance, crushing you beneath him.

You’re overwhelmed. It makes him both proud and spiteful that no other male has truly managed to get you into this floaty state before. From the way you claw at him as if he is the very oxygen you rely on, it’s clear you don’t know how to handle such new intense emotions. To think you’ve gone so many years without truly satisfying your omega.

“I’ve got you, omega. Your alpha’s here.” He tries to prop himself up on an elbow to relieve some of his body weight from you, but that has your panic rising. With an endless draw of sweet nothings he presses himself back down just in time for your lips to demand his.

That anxiety gradually smoothes away the longer he indulges the impromptu makeout session. When his tongue swirls around yours, your movements become more leisurely. Even the very nature of the kiss becomes lazy while you softly play with his neat braids.

“Teyam…”

“Yes princess?” He checks to make sure your breathing has finally turned back to normal after pulling away.

“I’m ready to sleep.” You say as a matter of fact.

“No tiyawn we still-” It’s too late. Chest somehow managing to rise and fall beneath his weight and eyes fluttered closed, you are dead to the world. Very typical fashion for you to simply state your wants as reality without waiting for any protests.

He rolls his eyes fondly before carefully situating both of you onto your sides. His legs feel like thin vines walloping in the wind. Neteyam has to hold back a groan when he finally manages to slip out of you. Bathing in the sunlight with you tucked against his side, he allows himself one moment to recover and bask in the feeling.

And when that moment is gone, he does everything in his power to dress and clean up both of you without disturbing your slumber. Your hair is still tangled and the echoing screams are sure to be enough evidence of what has happened between you two but when he walks out carrying you bridal style, he playfully glares at the other males who are anxious to make their teasing comments. They will beat him up about it later, for now it is important that you sleep.

With narrowed eyes and a hiss he demands their silence before he situates you in front of him on the pa’li. Facing sideways on the horse you snuggle closer in your sleep, body shivering. You only wake for a second so that he can slip his thick poncho over the both of you. This way you are kept warm and eyes are shielded from the sun as you sleep.

“Well?” Tak’nal, his second in command, asks with a raised brow.

“Problem solved.” Neteyam says simply. “Let’s go home.”

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miss-vanta-likes-to-write · 3 months ago

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*deep sigh* I was, as always, inspired by @ilostthewar , aka Baby Moth. This is that post right here.

This got pretty long and I sorta like it. And I will be writing this in multiple parts because I am a sucker for porn with plot.

Title: Soap found her

18+ poly omegaverse 141 x reader

You had known Soap, or Johnny, as he insisted you call him for all of three months. He is one of the few omegas on base, and it's nice to have the comraderie. You work in the civilian and contractor sector, doing intelligence and all of the alphas and betas annoy you. They normally do their best to either coddle you or assert their dominance. So when you meet Johnny, it's like a breath of fresh air.

It starts off slowly at first. Lunch together, you bring him things that you make to share. He's particularly fond of your cooking but is head over heels for the sugary treats you give him. You don't notice how there are two other alphas and a beta watching you two, as you whisper and laugh about things only omegas would get. Next comes deliberate plans to hang out away from base. You invite him to your flat, it's cozy, and you show him the rows of shelves and baskets and trunks full of nesting things. Blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and fabric softeners and scent sprays. You explain that you change your nest and the theme of the nest monthly, just one life's little pleasures.

Johnny likes that your place is cute and kitschy and that you don't use the big lights in any room and opt for various soft fairy lights. Back on base in his pack's home, the guys notice that Johnny is redoing his own nest. He's added led strip lights, fairy lights, and softer more delicate blankets and pillows. He comes back home one day and gives each of his pack mates a squishmallow to cuddle and sleep with, really drench it in their scents before it goes into his nest. Price and Simon don't think much of the change, and they only notice when Kyle says, "Johnny doesn't normally feed into these types of behaviors."

This causes the three of them to watch their omega a bit closer. The only thing they notice is that Johnny has made a new omega friend, and any unease they had is quelled.

The fourth month comes of you and Johnny knowing each other, and now you're both very close. He has a key to your place and swings by often. So much so that your home carries his scent and the trace scent of the alphas and beta from his pack. You and him do everything that pack omegas would do, together! Things such as shopping for nesting materials, visiting omega only cafés (and you're shocked truly that he hasn't done something like that), he's even gone shopping with you for heat toys to prepare for your upcoming heat (the look he gives you during that trip was one you couldn't really decipher. But his cheeks were pink often).

So much time being spent together means that things...tend to sync up.

Johnny is the first to notice it when his heat is a week late. He confirms that he's not been accidentally pupped by his pack (they are all very careful with not getting him pregnant). The doctor laughs at him and says with a smile on his face, "Your body is probably trying to sync up with a new pack mate."

Johnny is shocked with news, and it's even more true when you start complaining about your own heat not showing up.

"Johnny, I went and saw my primary. She said my hormones are okay, but my body is preparing for a heat soon... Do you think we synced up?" You whisper on the phone with him. It's a bit later in the evening and you've been worried all day since your own appointment. Your heat was due two weeks ago. "I won't be able to make it back to my family in time to be looked after."

"Well, bonnie Bunny." He says quietly, he's laying in his own nest. Simon's shirt fits loosely on him, and the sweats he stole from Gaz fit for the most part. He's got his face in the stuffed animal that smells like cigar smoke and teakwood and notes of the expensive cologne that Price likes to sometimes wear. "My own doctor thinks we're synced up, haven't told my pack yet, but the doctor is suggesting that my team and I be benched until the new break through heat comes."

"Oh Johnny, I'm so sorry." You whimper. "I didn't think this would happen -"

"Nothing to say sorry for bonnie." His voice is low, "I think it's a good thing. I've finally got the push to ask you if you want to, uh...formally meet my pack. They know your scent, and they like it." He chuckles at the memory of Simon inhaling the lingering scent of you from a pillow case he took for his own nest. Another thing that close omegas did was share nesting items and comfort each other.

You're silent for a moment, and it worries him. There's a sigh, it's dreamy in a way, "I'll admit, seeing you with those three on base was nice. I may be respectful, but I'm not blind."

He's grinning like the Cheshire cat. Johnny has always wanted another omega in the pack, but most omegas were either afraid of Simon or put off by Price (he's a bit of a control freak). They also didn't want to be brought into a military ran pack with the chance of one of them randomly getting killed in action. It's fate really that both of your bodies decided to sync up like airpods.

The next morning at the breakfast table, before they all get pulled in different directions for the day, Johnny sets down his lab reports in front of Price. He's not daft. He knows that they know his heat is late. Kyle had made a mention of it in passing that he had stocked up on everyone's favorite snacks and whatnot and that they have not used them yet. At the time Johnny just shrugged, feeling sluggish but nowhere near ready or wanting to be knotted and fucked stupid.

Price raises an eyebrow as he sips his coffee, "You had an appointment and didn't tell us?" He seems a bit hurt. Like if something was wrong with any of his boys, his loves, he would have noticed it. Sure, Johnny's heat was late, but that's happened before when he was stressed over a mission or the outcome of a mission. He chalked it up to the last op they were on, nasty work, but they all made it back in one piece.

"Yeah." Johnny makes himself a plate of food and grabs the orange juice from the fridge. "Been feeling off lately, and it's a new break through heat cycle forming."

This time, it's Simon who snorts. He's not one for random changes. He remembers when his father would have random changes to his rut, and it always meant that he had been cheating on his mom. He really doesn't want to assume the worst right away. "What are you trying to say, Johnny?"

"I want you guys to meet my friend." He says with a small smile, "The friend that smells like toasted marshmallows and sugar cane."

The guys all perk up about that bit of information. The air in the room seemed to be charged with anticipation. Common knowledge that omegas tended to keep their omega friends separate from their packs to avoid issues. Their darling Johnny had found a friend, a new pack mate, and was trying to gauge if they would all accept her. Kyle is the first to break the silence.

"Well." The chair creaks as he leans back in it. In thought, "Is she the reason your cycle has been thrown off, and is that stack of papers from your doctor about to bench us until your break through heat is over?"

He feels a bit sheepish at being called out. "I really like her, and I've been to her house and seen her nest and I'd like to show her mine" he rattles off hastily, "nothing has happened besides us hanging out, and you guys like her scent and well..." Johnny thinks over his next words carefully. He doesn't want to offend his mates, and he doesn't want to put them on the spot. The deep sigh he lets out is long and he listens as John shifts through the doctor orders and suggestions about being benched while waiting for a new heat cycle to happen.

"Tell us Johnny." Kyle reaches over and grabs his hand lovingly. "We won't be mad."

"I get lonely sometimes and normally I can keep a good balance but sometimes you just need that extra bit to make it whole and I think she's that extra bit that could make, me- us whole." He quickly corrects, but everyone already heard.

The reality that Johnny wanted another omega in the pack settled on everyone. It was sudden but understandable. Two alphas and a beta (who leaned more towards being an alpha sometimes) could be a bit much on one omega. They didn't need to think it over, just feeling the dull scent of honey apples coming from him says it all.

John looks up from the papers and smiles gently, "Sure, we'll meet her and go from there." Getting up, he downs the rest of his coffee and moves to put his dishes away. "I'll get the paperwork put in for stand-by medical leave for us. Pick someplace comfortable for you and her, you little muppet."

Johnny can only grin about this change of events.

He's also very excited to experience a synced heat with another omega in his pack. But he's not the only one if the dreamy look on Kyle's face and how Simon looks to be excited is anything to go by.

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malereadermaniac · 4 days ago

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૮ • ﻌ - ა The Clan's leaders - Alpha Adaman x Omega Male Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Plot: Alpha/Omega relationships were even more traditional during the Hisuian Era, but you lucked out with your Alpha. You couldn't be more content with a domestic life as the Diamond Clan's leaders! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Featuring: Top!Alpha!Adaman x Bottom!Omega!Reader

Warnings: A lotta domestic fluff (& you have kids) but also some smut!! Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI Brief Mpreg warning!

- the meeting -

Before Adaman had even presented as an Alpha, his parents and the rest of the clan treated him as one. Full-grown adults would bow to a ten-year-old Adaman on the streets of the village, greeting him with the title of 'Alpha heir of the Diamond Clan'.

Once Adaman had actually presented as an Alpha at the age of fourteen, all of the behind-the-scenes preparations made by the clan's superiors and Adaman's parents were put into play. Inheritance ceremonies were held, leadership classes doubled in frequency and intensity, and, of course, matchmaking appointments became a monthly occurrence. Until the Diamon clan heir turned eighteen, matchmaking appointments mainly consisted of (scientifically limited) tests and samples being taken from Adaman, along with archaic mating tests being administered. Blood type testing, scent analysis, birth charts being drawn up, and all the rest. But once Adaman was old enough, the matchmakers started providing potential matches, though it took a long time for an actual match to be made. By the time Adaman had turned twenty-five, his advisors and clan superiors were becoming antsy. The Diamond clan's leader still hadn't found a mate, let alone produced an heir! If an heir was not produced soon, one of the biggest clans in the Hisui region would be at risk of collapse, or worse, a coup. Though no one knew that Adaman was actually very much courting someone, and had been for a while. The Alpha wasn't the biggest fan of Hisui's traditional, archaic views on mating and omegas; so whilst the matchmakers were offering him traditional omegas whose ages only got worringly younger as every year passed, Adaman kept his mind open. That's why Adaman set his eyes on you as his future mate.

You were the same age as Adaman, something that all clan superiors deemed taboo; 'an Omega must be young and fertile for an Alpha' they would say. You were also what superiors and matchmakers would call a 'peasant' or 'commonbred'; not someone suitable for the leader of the Diamond clan. But you caught Adaman's eye as he watched you care for the wild Teddiursa and Ralts near the Diamond settlement; simple acts of kindness, but for a commoner to befriend wild pokemon, it was a major feat. And that was that, you charmed Adaman without even meaning to, and the rest was history.

Courting started small. Adaman would make sure to see you at least once a day, no matter how briefly. At first, you were a bit shocked and confused at why the leader of the Diamond clan was even spending time in the village, let alone talking to you of all people. But as time passed, and Adaman insisted on speaking with you and getting to know each other, you became more comfortable in the Alpha's incredible presence. Then, the gifts started. Adaman would hand you a pouch of 'spare change [he] had lying around' and tell you to 'buy something pretty for yourself'; even though the amount in the pouch was much more than 'spare change'. Flowers were also common gifts from Adaman, along with berries and poffins for the wild pokemon you would care for. You would always insist that the clan leader shouldn't be showering you in such gifts, but Adaman would always retaliate that you deserved them, subconsciously showing off his competence and ability to provide for a mate. On the topic of showing off, Adaman couldn't even hide it. That was exactly what he was doing. With every moment spent together, the clan leader would try to subtly show you how good of an Alpha he was; showing off his strength by helping you around your house, showing off his knowledge by telling you details about your favourite pokemon, and obviously showing off his money and status through gifts.

Then, the sneaking around started. Courting was already a hassle for most couples in Hisuian times; it was seen as an important tradition that had to be upheld and followed to the letter. The already annoying courting process was made even more of a pain due to the fact that Adaman couldn't exactly be obvious about it. The alpha knew that the Clan elders and advisors would do everything in their power to prevent Adaman from courting a commonbred Omega, so he wanted to make the relationship as official as possible before making it public. Though the fact that Adaman couldn't publicly stake his claim on you didn't mean that he would put any less effort into courting you. The alpha would take you on thought-out dates, ones that Adaman spent time coming up with to make sure you would enjoy them. He'd take you star-gazing, he'd teach you about the Pokémon in the surrounding area, and he'd even help you befriend wild Pokémon.

- the relationship -

Unfortunately, your relationship with the Diamond clan leader was discovered by the public before either of you wanted. Though you two really lucked out, the clan elders and advisors were so desperate for Adaman to find a mate and produce an heir that they chose to ignore your common background and less-than-traditional values and education. Your relationship with Adaman was made public the very day that you and the Alpha were found out; by request of Adaman's advisors, who suggested that it was imminent for Adaman to be publicly mated and able to continue the Diamond Clan legacy. Even basic courting was suggested to be skipped over, and for the two of you to just hurry up and mark each other, though Adaman was very vocal about his contradictory feelings towards these suggestions. The Alpha wanted to court you properly, and most definitely didn't want to rush marking and do it properly (even though he'd been desperate to claim you for a while now).

You and Adaman came to a compromise with his advisors; the early courting stuff would be skipped over (especially since you and Adaman had been doing said stuff for the past year or so), but the two of you would mark each other when you felt that the time was right. The advisors bit their tongues and agreed. What else were they gonna do? That was the official start of your relationship. Dates became more extravagant, despite your constant insistence to Adaman that you didn't need bought-out restaurants and riches. Adaman also became much more public with his affections and staking his claim on you; he couldn't help it! The Alpha wants everyone to know that you're his and he's yours. Oh, and Ancient Sinoh help everyone if Adaman's claim feels threatened by another Alpha (which happens often 'cause Adaman sees even the smallest smile from an Alpha and freaks out). Your Alpha will be outwardly snarling at whoever is threatening his claim; sizing them up at the same time, and really just going against any and all training he received whilst growing up surrounding these kinds of situations.

In terms of love language, Adaman was a polyglot. Seriously, the Alpha would shower you in words of affirmation and material gifts, he would always make time for you, he literally couldn't stop touching you, and acts of service were a daily occurrence! But if Adaman had to pick one love language, it would have to be scenting. It was part of your routine at this point. Within the first hour of waking up, Adaman just needs to scent you; rubbing his cheeks against your own, against the scent gland on your neck, and even rubbing the scent gland on his wrist against the one of yours when holding your hand. It started out as a subconscious thing, but it quickly got to the point that both you and Adaman couldn't ignore it. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy it! It was quite the opposite. It was just that Adaman was scenting you so, so much that it was almost improper to smell so much of each other. It may also have triggered your heat early once... The clan leader now holds himself back a LOT. But he has to scent you at least a little every day. And Adaman expects you to scent him back, too! He fucking loves smelling of you. Scented clothes are very often exchanged as gifts between the two of you, especially when your heat or Adaman's rut is approaching.

Adaman will also always make time for you, something you were a little worried about going into a relationship with the leader of the Diamond Clan. But your worries were silenced almost immediately, with Adaman proclaiming to his court and advisors that he would set aside specific hours of the day or days of the week where he would be unavailable for clan duties, using that time to spend time with you instead. There have been many days when one of your Alpha's advisors will literally be pounding down your door, desperate to get Adaman's attention for some clan duty. But he just ignores it and cuddles into you more on your couch, his purring intensifying as he nuzzles his nose into your scent gland

Adaman gifted you something you'd treasure forever on your first anniversary. Hisui tradition for clan leaders and other high-ranking individuals is that after a few months of courting, the Alpha and Omega will marry and mark each other within the first year of dating. But due to your... unprecedented situation, different rules applied. Adaman didn't want to force these rules onto you and force you into marriage so soon, but he did want to show his love and devotion to you. He decided on a promise gift, something that high-ranking children who are betrothed when young give each other before actually proposing and getting married. Though this is usually in the form of a ring, your alpha knew you too well to assume that something as materialistic as a ring would be what brought you as much joy as you brought him. So instead of a promise ring, Adaman gifted you an Eevee. He knew how much you loved and cared for Pokémon, and he explained that with him having befriended Eevees and even evolved them, he felt that it would be symbolic if you did the same. Too cute.

- first time (mini) -

About 4 months into your official, public relationship with Adaman, you two made the leap and slept with each other for the first time. Before this, you two had gotten intimate before! But had never gone all the way. Adaman would constantly scent you, and you would do the same to him, rubbing your wrist against his, and rubbing your necks or cheeks together. You'd gone through a few heats during your relationship, and Adaman had gone through at least one rut; but you both provided each other with heavily scented clothing and worn undergarments but did nothing more. Not wanting your first time to be blurred by the haze of a heat or a rut. It was also commonplace for you two to kiss for solid hours at a time! Blood would rush to your face and your crotch as Adaman would dominate your mouth with his tongue and roam your clothed body with his big, masculine hands. But it never went further than that. Both you and Adaman would break away from the long-lasting kiss, spit still connecting your lips together and pants escaping your mouths as you both agree to stop and do something else.

It wasn't that you both didn't want to go all the way; it was that it just felt too rushed. And really, you were both more than happy with the current situation of long make-outs and touching. However, that didn't mean that you two wouldn't think about it. And boy, did you two think about it often. You would ask the clan nurses about heats and ruts and what to do, taking mental notes but consciously ignoring why you were so invested in the information. The idea of taking and claiming you was also on loop in Adaman's mind. The Alpha had even visited libraries and read about mating, pregnancy and most importantly, pleasure. Though when the first sentence of a book specifically about pleasure in Alpha-Omega relationships was "an omega's pleasure doesn't matter at all...", Adaman scoffed and rolled his eyes.

But nonetheless, once both of you were on the same page, you made that big step. Late one night, Adaman and you were making out as per usual; however, things were getting more intimate, more touchy, more desperate. You could feel Adaman grind his hard dick into your thigh as his hands gripped your waist and his tongue swirled around yours. And the breathy, shy moans you would let out when Adaman moved his hand down to your clothed crotch did nothing but egg the Alpha on. It happened very naturally. Adaman instinctively knew what to do, and so did you; your clothes and Adaman's had slipped off, and all of a sudden the leader of the Diamond clan was fingering you open as he kissed your mouth, your body and eventually reached your aching prick. Before you knew it, Adaman was above you, huffing in your scent as he pistoned his big, hard member in and out of your warm, tight walls.

It was a moment you would never forget; it made you fall even deeper in love with Adaman, and he felt the same. You couldn't get enough of how gentle the Alpha was being, but also how he could show a strong, rough side, too. It was romantic, it was primal, it was raw. You loved every second of it. From the foreplay to the afterglow to the aftercare. It was all incredible.

- the mate mark -

A year and a half into your relationship, Adaman's advisors were growing weary once more. Sure, the leader of the Diamon clan was in a public relationship at the very least. However, he was unmarried and unmated; how could anyone be sure that an heir would even be produced? The high court of the Diamond Clan and Adaman's advisors urged him to mark and marry you, or else they would no longer support the already unorthodox relationship. Luckily enough, Adaman was also on the same page; it was about damn time that the two of you staked your claims on each other, solidified your relationship.

Ever since your first time together, you and Adaman started fucking like bunnies, it wasn't as if this was going to be any different; the only difference was that after the marking, you two were going to belong to one another until the day you die! No biggie! Adaman had subtly let you know about the pressure that the court was putting on him to mark you already, and he was very pleased when you showed nothing but interest and excitement towards the idea. You knew that Adaman had to mark you at some point; it had gotten to the point that you were just kinda waiting for him to ask.

It started off like any other time the two of you were intimate. Adaman gently stripped you off, caressing your body with his calloused hands as he kissed you. Your arms would wrap around the Alpha's neck as you pull him in closer to kiss him deeper. Airy moans bounce around your shared bedroom as Adaman burries his ring and middle fingers inside of you, curling them into your prostate and rubbing the bundle of nerves softly as he also focuses on loosening up your tight, warm walls. Adaman would always focus on your pleasure, almost as if hearing your moans and smelling your scent as it became thicker and more potent made him feel as good as you felt. You'd have already orgasmed once before the blue-haired Alpha even brought his thick dick anywhere near your hole; Adaman's skilful, long tongue making sure of that fact by shifting its attention from your sopping, slick-dripping hole to your precum-leaking prick and back to your hole. Oh, and don't think that your sweet, omegan cum would be wasted on coating your stomach! No, no. Despite how good the sticky, white liquid looked on you, Adaman would never dream of letting the delicious, aphrodisiac-like substance go to waste; his warm, wet tongue licking it up off of you and immediately sharing it with you through a sloppy kiss.

Despite every second feeling like hours when you're with Adaman, you can't deny that sex with him makes your mind go fuzzy; it's moments like these that you really hate your secondary gender. The rush of hormones and Adaman's scent make it really hard to live in the moment and focus on everything that's going on. So before you know it, the muscular Alpha is fully naked, massive muscles and god-like build on full display as his long, alphan cock re-arranges your guts. Adaman's grunts, pants, moans, and the praises he stutters out as he tries to grind his dick deeper into you, it all gets you going so much. And the same goes for Adaman; the moans you let out, the way you mumble and moan out his name like a prayer, the way you scratch up his broad, muscular back, and holy fuck the way you smell? It all makes him wanna fuck you more and MORE!

Once the two of you were nearing climax, Adaman held himself up above you, looked down into your eyes and asked, 'Am I okay to mark you now, my love?'. As expected, you nodded as eagerly as a (near)orgasming omega would and let your Alpha bite down on your scent gland. The pain was quickly dulled out by the pleasure of an especially hard orgasm crashing down on you; your moans getting even louder, your walls clenching even tighter around Adaman as his knot breached your hole, and your scent... Holy shit, your scent was making Adaman actually spiral. In the chaotic pleasure of feeling your Alpha claim you as he knotted you, you bit down on Adaman to ground yourself; instinctively going for his scent gland and marking your Alpha back as he marked you. Unintentionally, you and Adaman hit two birds with one stone. Because, sure, the main goal of this was to end up marking each other; however, with Adaman's knot being locked inside of you, shooting multiple, thick, fertile loads, you were also almost guaranteed to fall pregnant.

Low purring was all that could be heard throughout the bedroom. A stark contrast to the loud moaning, groaning and other adjacent noises just half an hour beforehand. You and your (now official) Alpha basked in the afterglow; your head resting on Adaman's bicep as his face nuzzled into your scent gland. Your scent now changing ever so slightly to mix with his own; a change that Adaman didn't know would make him feel so much more possessive over you. If that were even possible. Your wedding ceremony took place shortly after you and Adaman had marked each other. He was officially your mate. You two couldn't be happier. And the honeymoon phase was going strong, 'cause you two were literally fucking every second of the day! It didn't help that your heat had started literally the day after your ceremony, but even after your heat, instead of recovering, you were bouncing on Adaman's knot like no tomorrow! And as you'd expect, that resulted in a positive pregnancy test pretty quickly.

- the pregnancy -

Things had calmed down after your mating and wedding to Adaman. Both in how chaotic life was and how high your libidos were. Don't misunderstand! You two were still fucking literally every night. But that was a very big reduction in comparison to how you two were during your honeymoon.

You had a hunch you had fallen pregnant. Within the 10 or so weeks after your wedding, you began feeling nauseous and vomiting early in the morning. Your moods would swing, and you would crave foods you'd never even tasted. Adaman also had a hunch; your scent had gotten sweeter. Initially, he'd had a fleeting thought of it being your heat. However, that didn't make sense; you'd just had your heat! And the change in your scent wasn't exactly the same as the one when that time of the month had come. Though it was a change Adaman could surely get used to~ Eventually, you listened to that hunch you felt. The clan nurses had given you some archaic and imperfectly accurate tests to try and get some sort of confirmation. And sure enough, you were with child.

Adaman was of course, as you'd expect, elated. The high court of the diamond clan and Adaman's advisors had all taken a sigh of relief. And you? You were happy, but definitely also very nervous. By your second trimester, you were showing. Every time Adaman would see your bump, his Alpha would swell with pride, and he'd be all over you. Even though the bump was small, the Alpha would still caress it and kiss it, calling it and you beautiful, along with all other sorts of compliments. You'd gained back a lot of your energy, with many of the negative symptoms from your first trimester subsiding, and you were almost back to your usual self. Which also meant that you and Adaman were getting intimate again... Your hormones were all over the place, but those that controlled your libido were always the same during your second trimester; through the fucking roof. Adaman wasn't complaining; he loved making love to you. Though he would get worried about your own health and the pups', but it took very little convincing from you for him to get back to business. It also didn't help that you looked so fucking sexy pregnant with his pups; growing them so well and keeping them so safe. Also! Another thing that didn't help Adaman's attempts at holding back was that your nipples had swollen so fucking sexily. The muscle tissue around your nipples had slightly swollen to allow for the milk ducts to swell, shaping your chest in what looked like soft, pillowy pecs. Adaman has sucked and bitten on those things so much, you've almost started lactating early...

Your third trimester was the hardest. You were constantly tired. Constantly uncomfortable. Constantly in moods, mainly stemming from feeling like a burden to Adaman. Though your moods never lasted long, with Adaman constantly by your side, showing you the love, care, and affection you really needed in those moments. You spent most of your days during your third trimester with Adaman; your Alpha having halved his work days so that he could spend as much time as possible with you. You'd think you'd run out of things to talk about, but between name ideas, first pokemon ideas, and other future plans, you and Adaman would always fill the silence. And when there were moments of silence, it was always deliberate; with you resting your head on Adaman, breathing in his scent as your purrs and his croons filled the room.

The birth was one of the hardest parts. The pain was barely numbed by the herbs provided by the nurses and doctors. Your screams filled the Diamond Clan's main house. Adaman had to be locked in an adjacent room and also be sedated with the same herbs provided to you; to prevent him from harming any doctors or nurses in order to get to you. His alpha was screaming at him the entire time to do something, to protect his omega. His perfect omega. But it was all worth it. Once you'd come out of your post-birth daze, and once Adaman had been released from his mini-quarantine, you got to meet your perfect children.

- the children -

The names have been chosen from the origins of 'Dialga's name; choose different ones if you want!

You and Adaman welcomed two beautiful pups into the world. A girl named 'Dia', and a boy named 'Gon'. As you can imagine, Adaman is an incredible father. He makes sure that you're well-rested and does a lot of your feeding shifts even when you insist that it's your turn. As the two pups grow up, you and Adaman constantly talk about what the kids will present as; bringing forth evidence as if you two were holding court. Dia's possessiveness over you has got Adaman certain that she'll present as an Alpha. She's growled at her sire when he's gotten too close to you and had to be told off; though it wasn't very effective due to Adaman's insistence that it was adorable (which it was). You, on the other hand, are convinced that Gon will present as an Omega. Your precious little boy was too cute to turn out as a burly Alpha; his personality was also much more that of an omega than that of an Alpha, relying on logic over instinct. Gon also scents absolutely everything, including you and Adaman; he physically cannot fall alseep without scenting you two and getting scented back.

Glimpse into the future: Your predictions were correct. Dia has presented as an Alpha and has become one of the most protective people you know; she even outdoes Adaman when it comes to her brother and her papa (you). Gon presented as an Omega; Adaman had to literally lock you in your room to stop you from checking on your son every five minutes during his first heat.

- the family -

The family dynamic is domestic heaven. You and Adaman were made to be with each other, and you were especially made to be parents. Adaman is an incredible father; he takes your kids out almost every day, teaching them things and playing with them while you tend to the house and cook. But don't think for a second that a relationship as unorthodox as yours is that traditional; you and Adaman swap roles very often. One day, you'll be at home and Adaman will be with the kids and dealing with Clan business, but the next you'll be the one taking the kids out and teaching them how to read and befriend pokemon whilst Adaman cooks a meal for you all whilst holding a clan meeting in your living room!

Adaman's whole thing is not wasting time, and he's especially concerned about his time when he could be spending his time with you or the kids! The clan's court and advisors honestly regret pushing Adaman to have kids so quickly 'cause a lot of the early clan business hasn't been tended to just 'cause Adaman wants to spend time with his family instead! That being said. Adaman couldn't be happier 'wasting' his days away by your side. Spending his days in his sleepwear, cuddling you on the futon as you watch your children play with Adaman's Leafeon and your Sylveon/Jolteon. (Symbolically, the Eevee gifted to you by Adaman would evolve into one of these as they are the only two unused Eeveelutions by either Adaman and Irida! But more than welcome to imagine a different one)

YO YO YO! Sorry about my inconsistent uploads lololololol! I have a job, I have summer work for uni, and i can't be arsed most of the time lol. I usually wouldn't apologise for my shitty writing schedule but my dumbass did literally tease up-coming fics and then dipped so I feel this is needed lmaooo

But yeah! Really enjoyed writing this (I fucking love ABO), hope u guys enjoyed too!!

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terriyeah · 10 days ago

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Yan!Demon x GN!Reader⭑.ᐟ (Omegaverse)

Your demon alpha husband, Keith, not knowing that your pregnancy was going to last 9 months or even more depending on the baby, him being horrified at the thought of that because demon omegas only go through 2 months of pregnancy at best and there aren't many healthy complications. Though, after using this, 'internet' thing, after hours of trying to make it work and read human language, he is horrified to see the side and long lasting effects.

That day as you're watching your favorite tv show on the couch, eating a mish mash of pickles and chocolate, you see your husband walk up to you in a very...sad, confused and angry state?

The sight looked very cute with his dust pink shirt, he has been so into the 'coquette' aesthetic as soon as he found out about it, it just looks attractive when his big pecs are stretching the small pink bow on his t-shirt. You snap yourself out of it, turn the volume of the tv down as he sits beside you, "Keith, what's wrong?"

He looks at you, his bottom lip trembling as his hands twitch, the pink nails adorned with small bows and hearts you helped him get the appointment for sparkle so prettily under the light of the sun spilling through your curtains, he really wants to hold you in some way, shake you from your shoulders, but he's too scared to hurt you so he just grips the fabric of his pajamas instead.

"Why didn't you tell me..."

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you waited for him to go on,

"That your pregnancy was so dangerous!?"

You blinked.

"I mean... all pregnancies are like that. Plus it's been okay all things considered, why are you—"

He holds your hands in his as he looks at you with a serious expression yet pouty lips,

"I will not let you die,"

"Okay, darling but—"

"I will take care of everything you need, you aren't going to lift a finger for anything when I'm around,"

"I—"

"Understood?"

You sigh in defeat and nod, he isn't going to let this go, might as well go along with it. You made a small noise of surprise when he pulled you into a hug as softly as he could,

"When big things like this happen, you tell me, when you feel even a sliver of discomfort you tell me, I love you so much. I'd rather kill every human in this planet and myself before hurting you, you know that right, darling?"

You sigh and nod as you cup his cheek with your palm, he can really be so dramatic sometimes...

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obsessivevoidkitten · 10 months ago

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Practical Demonstration

Kinktober Day 3: Exhibitionism Yandere Male Alpha Professor x Gender Neutral Omega Teacher Assistant CW: Noncon, public sex, exhibitionism, abuse of authority, knotting, musk, scent kink, biting, claiming bites, pheromones, overstimulation, a/b/o dynamics, slick, suppressants, manipulation, praise kink, general yandere behavior Word Count: 1.6k (Okay guys, hope you enjoy this given how long you have waited for it! PLEASE comment, comments feed me <3)

You were the teacher's assistant for the renowned and well-regarded Professor Reid Sullivan. He had degrees involving anatomy and physiology as well as the psychology of alphas and omegas, and the college he taught at was prestigious.

Professor Sullivan was a bit of a prodigy, already being a highly respected academic despite only being in his early-thirties. His unkempt shaggy hair, dark circles around his eyes, and slight stubble made him appear older. His classes were popular, though he refused to teach large crowds. They reduced his efficacy. At most, he would teach 24 students at a time. This class, though, was limited to 20.

This meant students were always clamoring to sign up before all the slots were filled. Not only were people eager to watch him teach because he was so accomplished and good at educating but also because he was considered rather attractive by many students.

It didn't help that he was also an alpha, and despite his tired nerdy demeanor, he was actually quite fit.

But the main reason his classes were so popular was that he often incorporated live demonstrations into his lessons. In the past, he had omegas demonstrate heat and alphas show off knots while he pointed to and described the anatomy and the purpose for it. He even had an alpha and omega pair demonstrate mating on more than one occasion.

Working under him wasn't bad at all. You were an omega, so you were naturally pretty nervous at first. Working with an alpha superior could sometimes be rather hard. Even in this progressive age, there was still a degree of discrimination and power abuse.

Professor Sullivan was exceedingly kind to you. He even got you coffee and something to eat every morning, even though that would typically be a task more suited to you. He also let you sit in his large cushy chair and was quick to let you use his jacket as you rarely used one, and his classroom tended to be cold.

He was very patient and understanding, guiding you through lessons and helping you learn how to handle a class.

Then, on the day of the final lecture, his true colors were revealed.

He locked the door and then stood in front of it. He put on the display screen a presentation about seducing and breeding an omega.

"Omegas are instinctively attracted to mates that provide them with food. It doesn't have to be major, but a daily coffee and small bit of food will make them naturally more receptive to you..."

The lecture went into greater detail on the subject, also explaining how he microdosed the coffee to make suppressants less effective, but you weren't paying much attention. You were too busy staring at the screen that had pictures of you happily sipping coffee or nibbling on muffins or bagels. It was all so surreal.

"For a shy omega, you can't simply bombard them with your scent. It could scare them away or turn them off completely from your continued advances. Instead, get them acclimated to it..."

The screen now showed how he slightly scented his chair and jacket and gradually scented it more juxtaposed with images of you grading papers while wearing the jacket and sitting in his chair.

You were mortified. Professor Sullivan was a monster! You tried to push past him and get to the door. It almost worked as he was taken aback by your determination to escape, but the extra few seconds that you spent fiddling with the lock were all he needed to wrap his arms around you from behind.

"If your omega acts fearful before mating then the steps we took earlier will help us now."

“G-get off!”

You thrashed and squirmed, but he licked, sucked, and nibbled at your neck until the overstimulation clouded your mind and made your resistance much more feeble. After that, he turned you towards him and, after disrobing completely, pushed your head under his arm so that you got a full dose of his pheromones.

The students gave the professor their undivided attention. One or two omega students envied your place as they stared with wide-eyed fascination at Professor Sullivan's now throbbing cock. The rest were a bit uneasy because you clearly hadn't been willing. They weren't actually too shocked, though, this type of thing wasn't exactly uncommon.

"See how limp the omega is? That's because I canceled any bothersome suppressants, made them accepting of my scent, and subconsciously had them see me as a provider."

The professor had a student roll over his chair to the center of the class before locking the wheels in place. He sat you down tenderly after taking off all your clothing and setting it aside.

"Gather around class, feel free to masturbate as long as you pay attention. This is especially important for you alphas."

Some of the students rubbed their crotches. The alphas encouraged the omegas since it would be helpful later to get them all hot and bothered. After the class formed a circle around the two of you, he continued.

"Now, before an alpha inserts themself into their omega, they must make sure the omega is properly slicked up. Some was produced earlier, but we will want more."

He demonstrated the proper neck stimulation techniques as well as how to slowly stretch out and prepare an omega by inserting gradually more fingers. Then he showed them how to massage an omega’s entrance with their cocks before penetration.

Before he even slipped his cock into you, you were already drooling with a dazed expression.

"Okay class, I said today would be an interactive lesson. The 10 alpha students were each delegated an omega and as part of their final grade, they were tasked with doing everything to their omega classmate that I have done to the TA. Omega students will be granted a participation grade."

The alpha half of the class began pulling the omegas close, stuffing the omegas' faces into their musky crotches or underarms.

The omegas were all bewildered. One gladly accepted their fate, a few were shocked into inaction, and most struggled. Only one managed to escape and get out the door but was chased down and brought back.

These were all students with dreams and goals, most didn't want to be an alpha's property and cumdump. At least not before they did things with their lives.

"I made sure all of your desks were sturdy enough for this, you can prop your omegas up on them if you'd like, putting your clothes on the desk and laying your omega on that will make them more comfortable, like a miniature nest with your scent."

The alphas were all stoked and barely able to hold back.

"If you have your omega in a state like our wonderful TA here is demonstrating then you may slip your cock into them, go slowly though, at least at first."

Professor Sullivan was the first to sink in, causing you to moan softly, soon the entire room was filled with the gasps and moans of a room full of omegas mingling with the grunting and heavy breathing of their alpha lovers.

The air was heavy with pheromones, musk, and the scent of slick.

Your mind wasn't really able to process what was happening around you, though. Your nose was focused on the scent of the one mating you as you instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him.

"Oh, don't forget to praise your omegas, they may not understand your words right now, but the tone will soothe them."

He kissed you possessively.

"You're such a good mate for me. A perfect partner. So good at helping me teach this lesson. Taking my cock so well~"

He cooed into your ear lovingly as the alpha students praised and complimented their mates. Occasionally, an omega shuddered and squealed in orgasm with their alphas not too far behind.

Sullivan sped the pace up for you, and you didn't last much longer after that. You spasmed wonderfully around his dick as you came hard. Not the only time, though, as he coaxed several more climaxes from your trembling body before he finally came himself and tied you with his big knot.

"Once you've knotted your lover you should bite their neck to mark them as yours. This is essential to making your omega feel safe and loved and will make you secure in the knowledge that everyone knows who they belong to."

The professor bit your neck hard, causing you to moan more even as you flinched in pain.

"You look so beautiful with my mark."

After all the mating had finished and all the knots had deflated, the omegas were all still pretty out of it. Mating and being claimed took a lot out of them and it would probably be an hour or two before they recovered.

"Don't forget your homework! Aftercare is ESSENTIAL!!! Take your omegas to your dorms and make sure they are hydrated, well fed, and praised. If they get cranky at today's events, they probably just need another round or two of breeding."

Which, as it turns out, is exactly what he determined you needed when you wouldn't listen to reason at his home later. He tried to explain that it was all to enhance his teaching. He had been looking for the right omega to fall in love with and help with his lessons for YEARS!

And he finally found you. A TA aspiring to work in his field! You had always wanted a career in academics, and now you had one as his permanent assistant and live demonstration participant!

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mydearzero · 2 months ago

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Unstoppable Force | Omegaverse Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x fem!Reader

Summary: He hadn't had his rut in YEARS. You took suppressants. Some manipulation from Val made sure both those things would change.

Contents: SMUT, mild dubcon, Omegaverse, fem!reader, Alpha!Bob, Omega!Reader, No Y/N, thunderbolts!reader, penetrative sex (p in v), breeding, designations aren't obvious until rut/heat, creampie, light possessiveness, if I missed any tags let me know!

WC: 4.6K

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Masterlist

A/N: I still have Bob brainrot and was thinking about a A/B/O fic and couldn't find any so I wrote it. I've never written A/B/O before so yeah do with that what you will. had to hold myself back from using the phrase 'lost in the sauce' so be glad that's not in the middle of the smut y'all

“I’m not sure I understand,” you let Valentina know. “How is this going to improve my fighting?” She took back the folder she’d slid to you across the table.

“It’s just some testing, nothing more. Now if you’ll just come with me, I’ll go get us some more drinks. We’ll discuss the details later.” Val said as she picked up the cup she’d handed you earlier. Whatever it had been, it had been sweeter than you preferred.

“I’m good, thanks. Where are we going?” You politely declined another drink. You walked through a hallway with no windows, no doors, except for the one all the way at the end. Val entered a code into the keypad and held the door open.

“Just wait in here, I’ll be right back.”

Your eyebrows raised when you walked into the room. It looked nothing like a meeting room, or a laboratory, for that matter. A large mirror was hung on the back wall. The door closed behind you suddenly. The echo startled you out of your focused assessment of the room. A door on the other side opened, and the hairs on the back of your neck immediately stood up.

Alpha.

The smell was blinding, almost making you want to hunch in on yourself. It was natural for it to overtake all of your thoughts, yet it surprised you how much it made you pause in your tracks. Whoever it was smelled phenomenal. You slowly backed away, making sure that whatever you did, you didn’t run. Your back met with the door and you grasped for the handle blindly, twisting it, only to find it locked. You cannot be serious.

“Val?!” You questioned loudly, sure by now the room was being surveilled. She’d tricked you. To do what, you weren’t sure yet. You shouldn’t have trusted her. Shouldn’t have let your guard down, even for a second.

Your eyes finally caught what your nose had already told you, hunched in the doorway. Bob? He wasn’t an Alpha, right? He was a Beta, Yelena had told you herself. Was there someone else behind him? There must be. You tried to look around him, but suddenly his frame looked broader than you’d ever recalled it being.

“Bob? What’s going on?” You questioned. His eyes snapped to yours. He looked just as alarmed to see you as you felt.

“You can’t be serious!” Bob yelled out to nobody in particular, banging on the door that had closed behind him, presumably also locked. “You can’t do this to her!”

His breathing was irregular as he spoke your name. “You need to stay back. Just– Just stay there, on that side of the room. I’ll stay here and we’ll wait it out.” He hunched in on himself and crouched into the corner furthest from you, behind a lavish bed.

This wasn’t research. You still didn’t understand what Val was up to, but this couldn’t be good.

“Bob, please tell me what we’re doing in here,” you pleaded softly, though you did as he said and followed his example, hunching in the opposite corner.

“They can’t do this to you,” he mumbled. “It’s not fair.”

“You’re scaring me,” you whispered. He scoffed a laugh.

“Good. You should be,” he refused to look at you, turning his face into the wall. All this time, the looming scent of Alpha hadn’t left the room. It was messing with your ability to think.

“You’re a Beta, right?” You searched for any change in his body language for an answer. His spine stiffened.

“... Right?” You begged. You already knew the answer. All these months in the tower, it had somehow slipped past all of you that Bob was, in fact, an Alpha.

“I’m sorry,�� he whispered. “This– It wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t know you’d be here!”

“What is this place?” You looked around the room, trying to spot a way out. It was hard to think critically when every nerve in your body was starting to scream at you to go over to Bob.

“It’s… hard to explain. Just… Stop talking, please,” he cupped his hands over his ears.

“I’ll stop talking when I understand what the hell is going on!” You were getting frustrated with him. You were scared. Your stomach turned as your fingers began to tingle. You brought your hands up to your lips, remembering the drink Valentina had given you. She hadn’t drank any herself. Fuck, how could you be that stupid?

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he repeated.

“What wasn’t supposed to happen, Bob?” He gasped softly at the mention of his name.

“Don’t– Don’t say that. Don’t say my name.” He demanded. You raised your hands in mock defense.

“You have to understand,” he started. “They said they were going to help me. They promised.” He averted his attention from the wall to the ceiling.

“This is cruel!” He yelled at the ceiling. “You don’t know what’s gonna happen! What I– What he might do to her!” Did he? Did he know what was going to happen? He obviously knew something, knew more than you.

You saw him slump against the wall, roughly hitting his head against it. He turned, finally making eye contact. You drew in a sharp breath. His eyes were flickering gold, the way they only did when he was using his powers. This wasn’t right. He had been working on controlling it for months now.

“It’s been years. They– They said they’d help me,” he ran a shaky hand over his face, laughing at his own past stupidity. “I should’ve known they’d pull something like this.”

“You have to tell me what’s happening. Fucking spit it out already,” you demanded.

“I haven’t had a rut in over 15 years,” Bob informed you. “But I’m having my first one right now.”

Fuck.

No no no no no no no no no NO–

“You– Right now?”

“Right now.” Bob nodded.

You had to get out of here. It’s not that you didn’t want Bob. Quite the opposite, actually. But he wasn’t going to be in his right mind. God, you should’ve known the second you smelled an Alpha that you were in trouble. Actually smelling someone’s designation could only mean two things; either they were experiencing very extreme emotions, or they were nearing a rut/heat. You couldn’t think about the smell. Couldn’t let it get to you, or it would trigger your heat.

“I’m assuming you’re an Omega?” Bob distracted you from your thoughts.

“Yeah… I didn’t think it mattered!” You cried. “I’ve been on suppressants for forever. I haven’t had my heat in like… God, 5 years? Maybe 6? Val said they were just going to do some testing with my new suit… I should never have trusted her.”

“I think I’m going insane,” Bob laughed maniacally. “It’s like I can smell you. But that’s impossible if you’re taking suppressants.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, actually,” you winced. “She gave me a drink. Didn’t think anything of it because apparently I’m an idiot.”

“She spiked it with something?” His breathing was getting more and more laboured. He was realizing by now that you had been set up, too. This was all an elaborate scheme.

You shrugged. “I guess we’ll be finding out real soon if she did, and with what.”

Bob turned his back to you, back facing the wall. You could tell from the heaving of his shoulders that he was breathing heavily. He was trying his best to stay in control.

You, too, felt like you were slowly but surely losing your mind. Whatever Val had given you was working fast. You could feel sweat build up on the back of your neck. You were tempted to take off your clothes, but were sure that wouldn’t exactly make the situation any easier for Bob. You could deal with the temperature, as long as he stayed away and didn’t trigger your heat.

It had been so long you’d had one, and even when you did, you’d never spent it with an Alpha. A rutting Alpha? Even better. No. Don’t think about that. Don’t think about his rut. Don’t think about what he could be thinking about. Don’t think about what he could do to you. Don’t think about his knot.

Shit.

You were definitely thinking about his knot, now.

So what if you’d been harbouring a secret crush on him for months? It had been harmless, up until now. He was relying on you to control yourself, and you were messing that part up real fast.

The temperature was rising quickly. The room was too small for an Alpha experiencing his rut, especially with an unmated Omega so nearby. You untied your shoes, trying to find the best way to cool down without setting him off. You put your socks in your shoes. It helped for about 0.3 seconds.

A familiar feeling was starting to build in your stomach. It wasn’t discomfort, exactly. Dissatisfaction. An itch. A need.

You tried to hold it in. You really did. His scent was so overwhelming. That combined with the fact that your system had been flushed clear of all suppressants for the first time in years? You were fucked.

A soft whisper of your name rang from the other side of the room. It sent a shiver up your spine. You understood, now, why he’d begged you not to say his name. It was like he was speaking directly to the part of you that was holding up your reserve, and crumbling it.

“Hmm?” You acknowledged painfully.

“How… How are you feeling?” Bob asked quietly. He’d likely smelled it already. The desperation. His rut had triggered your heat. Neither of you were going to be able to hold back.

“Like I’m slowly burning from the inside, but other than that, peachy,” you replied sarcastically, bringing your hand to your forehead to wipe away the beads of sweat.

“I don’t know– I don’t know how much longer I can control this. It’s been so long…” He didn’t dare turn around. Maybe you should turn your back to him, too. Maybe then it was easier to keep your mind off him. You decided to give it a try. The second you tore your eyes off him, you felt a dire need to put them back on him. You resisted, for now.

You heard the ruffling of fabric. You were so tempted to turn around. The heat was getting to him. He’d taken off his sweater and let out a small sigh of relief. It sounded downright pornographic, though you were sure any sound he made at this point would sound like that to your ears.

You decided that, since neither of you were looking, it couldn’t hurt to take your shirt off as well. You grabbed it by the hem and lifted it over your head, leaving you in your bra and pants. The air was a lot colder, bringing goosebumps and relief to your skin. You discarded the shirt somewhere behind you.

The smallest of whimpers escaped your lips. It was really starting now. A trickle of slick escaped your core, and you knew he could smell it. Your senses were overwhelming you, telling you to rip all your (and his) clothes off and just get it over with. You couldn’t give in. Not with whatever Val had been planning to happen.

“Bob?” He moaned obscenely at the mention of his name. He acknowledged your questioning tone with a small groan.

“I– I just think I should tell you something, before…” you didn’t have to finish the sentence.

“What is it?” He grunted. The sound of a zipper opening made you freeze in your tracks. Was he…?

“I– these last few months… I just– I’m not sure how to say this,” you started. You just wanted to reassure him it was okay if he broke. You wanted him, regardless. It was okay to lose control. You knew he’d already smelled your pussy from across the room, yet still felt like a schoolgirl about to admit her crush.

“It’s okay… If you, y’know. I– I like you, Bob,” more rustling from the other side of the room. You were fighting with every fibre in your body not to turn around.

“You’re just saying that,” he gasped out. “Because of the– the heat.” You could hear him moving. The sound was slick, though ever so silently. He was touching himself.

“I’m not! I like you. I do,” you were squirming, trying to find a position that would alleviate the building pressure in your abdomen. You rolled your shoulders, the tension in your neck was killing you. All you wanted to do is throw your head back and expose your neck for him.

The slick movement was increasing in speed. He sounded delicious, even though he was obviously trying to contain all the small moans and whimpers. Whether it was to spare you the need or himself the embarrassment, you were unsure.

“Are you,” you bit your lip. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” he groaned out. “‘M sorry… I can’t– It’s, fuck, just– Stop talking.”

“It’s okay,” you were surprised by the sensual tone of your voice, barely above a whisper.

“Stop. Talking,” you could tell he was close. His laboured breath was something you wished to feel against your skin. You slowly snuck a hand into your waistband, no longer able to control yourself. You gasped when your finger made contact with your clit.

“Fuck, no, are you? Oh fuck,” Bob immediately groaned loudly, immediately coming at the thought of you touching yourself to the sound of him doing the same. He held the base of his cock tightly, refusing to pop a knot right then and there. Coming inside of his boxers was bad enough.

You took your pants off, no longer content with it limiting your range of movement. Had all your previous heats felt like this? You couldn’t remember ever feeling this out of control, this insane. Fucking hell, you could smell his cum. He really wasn’t helping the situation right now.

“Do you feel better?” You asked. An orgasm usually helped keep the hormones at bay, even if it was only for a few minutes.

“No, I hoped I would but I–” He clenched his teeth tightly. You circled your clit with two fingers, willing your hips to keep still as to not obscenely go and fuck your own hand.

You knew you made a mistake the second your resolve broke and you sent a glance over your shoulder to look at him. He’d been able to control his need to turn around, still facing the wall. It didn’t matter. His sweaty, naked form, heaving from his orgasm, was enough to enthrall you. He instantly noticed you’d gone silent. Worried for your wellbeing, he slowly turned around, meeting your hungry gaze.

Something snapped. He flung his head against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. The force had cracked the concrete on impact. He groaned loudly, every muscle straining, fighting to keep his hands off you. Your parted lips, wide eyes, undressed form, it was his undoing.

The sight of him losing control was enough to send you over the edge. A high pitched whine escaped your lips, your toes curling. His eyes snapped open, lips parting at the display. He was on your body before either of you could blink. His powers were taking over. He pinned your arms above your head, to the floor. While you were only in your underwear, his pants had yet to leave his body.

“I’m sorry it has to be like this,” he spoke, scanning your face.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him again, trying to wiggle out of his hold. “I want you. Wanted you long before today.”

He released your wrists and brought a hand to your cheek, softly caressing it and taking you in for a moment. He couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe you wanted him.

“I’m not gonna be able to stop,” Bob confessed. You flung your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You leaned into his ear to speak, feeling his hot breath on your neck.

“Then don’t.”

It was enough. He kissed you hungrily, bringing your body as close to his as it could go. He tasted every bit as good as he smelled. His hands made quick work of your bra and underwear. Your head whirled as your back suddenly met the soft mattress. His powers. He was so fast. So strong. The bed swallowed you.

He was biting at your lips, nipping at the skin of your jaw. The only way you could explain it was feral. You put your hands on the waistband of his jeans, tugging them down. The zipper was still open from his previous endeavours. “Off,” you demanded between kisses. He shimmied them off while maintaining contact with his mouth to your skin at all times.

“Never would’ve guessed,” you breathed as he worked his mouth down your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking harshly. “–that you were an Alpha.”

“What, I’m not imposing enough?” He laughed, making eye contact and switching to the other nipple. There was a big, noticeable wet patch in his underwear from where he’d come in them before. He quickly shimmied out of those, too. His cock slammed up against his abdomen, already hard again and ready to go. God, he was big.

“Hmmm, you’re too sweet,” you told him. It was true. He always made an extra cup of tea so you could have one. Did the laundry for the others. Made sure everybody’s favourite snacks were at the tower at all times. He was just so thoughtful.

“Wanna take care of you,” he came back up, having spent enough attention on your breasts, for now. “Is that not an Alpha thing?”

“Now that you mention it…” He did have a point. An Alpha took care of their people. All the things he did so the team was at their best was exactly that. You tugged him back down to smash your lips against his again. You could spend eternity like this. You were going to get addicted to kissing him.

You trailed your hands down his chest, over his tight abdomen. “Can’t even begin to tell you how hot I think you are,” you informed him. His eyebrows shot up.

“Really?” He started kissing dangerously close to your mating glands. The feeling of anticipation was killing you. You craned your neck to the side instinctively, giving him more access. The feeling burned, in a good way.

A new wave of desperation washed over you. It was starting to hurt, your eyes blurring with tears as you tried to work through the burn. Bob noticed something was off, pulling away for a second to check on you. While noble, it only made the feeling worse.

“You okay?” He asked, eyes scanning your face for any discomfort. Like a good Alpha.

“It– It hurts, Bob,” you whined. “Please, make it stop.”

“I’ll make it stop. I’ll help you, baby,” he whispered, bending back down to suck a hickey over your mating gland. A promise. He ground his hips down, sliding his cock between your wet folds. The contact made both of you moan. Bob’s jaw fell slack as he closed his eyes, throwing his head back.

“Fuck me, Bob,” you put your hands on his shoulders. “Need you inside of me.”

“Look so good like this,” Bob mumbled as he took his length in his hand, lining himself up with your entrance. You prepared yourself mentally for the stretch. He shuddered as he slowly pushed his tip inside, spreading you open. It notched inside and he paused for a second, checking to see if you were okay.

You were more than okay, lost in your heat, desperate to get him deeper. You gave him a small nod, signalling for him to please continue pushing inside. The stretch felt amazing. If you had ever doubted his Alpha status, the feeling of his girth inside you would’ve changed your mind. You were so full. He still wasn’t all the way inside, going torturously slow.

When he finally bottomed out, you stopped breathing. Bob’s eyes snapped closed, mouth agape as the pleasure of feeling you around him overtook his senses. A sense of satisfaction settled in your body. The fact you were finally giving in, finally letting yourself be filled by an Alpha during your heat, was a taste of something you wouldn’t ever get enough of. You almost felt complete. There were only 2 things missing;

A knot, and his teeth biting your neck.

“M-move, now,” you demanded. He obliged, dragging his hips back gently. When he snapped them forward again, you couldn’t hold back a moan.

“That’s it,” Bob nuzzled your neck, pulling his cock out and snapping forward faster this time. Your exorbitant amount of slick made the slide much easier. If this would become a recurring thing, you weren’t sure you’d even be able to take him outside of your heat.

“Gonna make you mine,” he groaned. “Nobody else can have you.” Another gleam of gold flashed through his eyes. God, you sure hoped Val was prepared for Sentry to make an appearance, because it was looking like that might be the case by the end of this.

“Already yours,” you sighed. “Always have been.”

“Say it again,” he pleaded. “Say you’re mine.”

He probably hadn’t intended for it to be an Alpha command. It had just slipped out.

“I’m yours– All yours. Only you,” you whimpered out, unable to resist the command even if you’d wanted to. It had sent a new rush of heat spreading through your body. A newfound sense of need settled in your very being. You needed him closer, deeper, anything. You’d crawl into his skin if it were possible.

You knew he felt it too, what the Alpha command had done to you. You’d tightened around him, clenching his cock tightly. A mischievous expression took over his face. His balls slapped against your cunt as he finally started fucking you the way you needed. Hard. Frantic. Feral.

“Fuck, Bob!” You keened. He’d found that spot. You dug your nails into his back, desperate to keep him going exactly like that. “Don’t stop.”

“So good for me,” Bob moaned. The way he chanted your name like a prayer was obscene. “All mine.”

He dropped his head to your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth and tonguing around it. He kneaded your other boob with his hand, rough enough to sting, but so, so good.

“So pretty,” he babbled. He was losing his sanity to his rut. “You smell so good.” He was nuzzling your neck again, inhaling your scent deeply, committing it to his permanent memory.

“It’s like you were made for me. So tight. Perfect fit,” Bob mused. You could feel it, too. The way he filled you exactly to the brim. Stretched you out just enough for you to feel so, so full.

He pounded into you, but it wasn’t enough. “More, Alpha. Please,” you begged. Bob lost all sense of control at the title.

“Such a good Omega for me,” he grazed his teeth over your mating gland. It sent your head reeling, dizzy with pleasure.

“Please.” What you were begging for, you didn’t know.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Bob whispered with haggard breaths. He brushed your hair out of your face, cradling it in his hands as he continued his brutal pace, chasing both of your highs.

You knew you were getting close, the knot in your stomach tightening. Bob grabbed your hips tight, snapping his hips forward. You were sure there’d be finger shaped bruises all over your body by morning, but you couldn’t find yourself to care.

One of his hands worked itself between your bodies, seeking contact with your clit. Your head slammed back against the pillow, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Holy shit.

“Ah, Bob- fuck, oh-” you sought anything to hold onto, settling on the sheets underneath your body. Your knuckles turned white as you held on tightly. Your jaw fell slack at the sensation. He was trying to make you come, and he was succeeding.

“Come for me, O-Omega,” he moaned loudly. “Ah- Come on my cock.” His voice was faltering with the sheer effort he was putting into fucking you right. He was mesmerised at the sight of your tits bouncing wildly with the rhythm and force of his hips pounding into yours.

“Knot me,” you begged. You needed it. Needed it right now.

“‘F course I’ll knot you,” Bob reassured you. “Gonna fuck my cum inside you. Fill you up real good.”

“Fuck, please.” The thought of him filling you up to the brim drove you insane with lust. “Alpha, please, knot me, knot me.”

“So good for me, baby. Come for me,” his fingers sped up, circling your clit in tandem with his thrust. His hips were starting to falter, he was getting close. A tear rolled down the side of your face at the intensity.

He bent down and bit down on your neck, exactly where you needed him to. You were screaming out his name, gripping his shoulders tight as you came on his cock. You shuddered, body tightening with your orgasm. Your vision went white as the bond settled in and connected your very being to him. Mates.

Bob groaned loudly as his hips stuttered, filling you up with his cum. You could feel the base of his cock swell, stretching your entrance and locking you together. He ground his hips, now unable to pull out, but desperate to keep fucking more cum inside of you.

He finally slumped over you, exhausted from the strain it had taken. He rolled over and pulled you on top of him. He placed a few soft kisses on your new mating mark. For a second, you rested just like that, still connected, chests heaving with deep breaths. Your mind was clearing of the fog brought on by the heat.

“I’m sorry,” Bob whispered, stroking your hair softly as you laid your head on his chest.

“Don’t be,” you picked your head up, looking him in the eyes. “I loved every second of it.”

“I did too,” Bob smiled, but then it faltered. “I’m just… Valentina…” Right. That was the whole reason you’d ended up in this situation.

“She’s probably looking for a way to replicate whatever they’ve done to you. Maybe she wants super babies,” you sighed. It was the only explanation you could think of. You felt his cock twitch inside you, making you gasp as another light spurt of cum came out of it.

“Don’t– Don’t talk about us having babies while I’m still inside of you.” You laughed and clenched around him intentionally, making him hiss and throw his head back.

The doors audibly unlocked, then. Bob quickly threw a blanket over your connected bodies.

“Well, are you going to thank me, or what?” It was Val. Of course it was.

“You better get the fuck out and leave us alone if you know what’s good for you,” Bob threatened.

“Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you,” she grumbled, walking back out and closing the door behind her.

“I’m gonna kill her,” you grumbled, laying your head back on his chest and drawing tracing shapes on his chest.

“I’ll help you,” Bob agreed. You hated her, but at least you’d gotten a mate out of it.

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rawme-price · 11 days ago

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Yknow that myth about periods syncing? Well that but heats with omega!reader and omega!simon....

It was, shockingly, actually your cycle that ghost synced with. Which means hes totally unprepared when his heat hits him, not having put in the proper leave requests or anything. This results in a very grumpy lieutenant for a few days when he realizes he wont be able to get to his flat before his heat starts properly.

Price gave him a few options, but out of all of them the least painful was sharing his heat with you. You live alot closer to base, so only and hours drive and he was there.

You, for the most part, seemed absolutely thrilled to have ur fellow pack omega with you. You pulled simon into ur apartment and showed him ur nest, much more extravagant than the one on base, and all the hear supplies you were willing to share. The more you spoke the more ghost realized he maybe was an outlier with how he handled heats.

Usually just tucked away in his nest, no toys or snacks or anything. Gritting his teeth and riding it out.

When he mentions this, you gasp "What? Dude, no wonder you get so grumpy during heats, that sounds miserable! Here, lay down, this will be good."

And it is good. You scent ghost all over, snuggle up against his chest until hes purring in contentment. You encourage him to touch himself when the urges strike, even help him take a knotted dildo for the first time. Its all so overwhelming and good to have his packmate there to guide him. A calming presence he never knew he needed.

When he gets extra needy, whining about how he needs to be pinned? Ur more than happy to take a knotted dildo and ur strap, biting his scruff like an alpha would while u cant into him.

Needless to say, ghost asks to spend the rest of his heats with you, and you happily agree.

#omega heats that dont turn u into a mindless animal but maybe ur packmate giving u the strap will #cod #cod smut #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #ghost x reader #omega ghost #omega!ghost #omega reader #omega!reader #abo dynamics #omegaverse

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invincibledc · 9 months ago

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Omega! Male reader who is just a baker in Gotham. He has daily break ins which causes three known vigilantes to check up on the poor omega daily. Nightwing, red hood, and Red Robin. These three just straight up show in their civilian clothes and persona, trying to get to know you. But they show up on different days, the poor alphas don’t even know their other brother is showing up to met the sweet omega. Damian is getting annoyed and tired hearing dick talk about the omega that’s a baker down the city’s street. So Damian goes, and he’s hook when you talk to him about art and your adorable dog that you showed a picture of as he eats the delicious sweet treats. you are worthy to date any of his brothers.

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miange1 · 11 days ago

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ALPHA HUSBAND PLSS

maybe him DURING readers pregnancy? so caring and careful trying to care for the mood swings, weird cravings, exercises and all that?

SWEET MORNINGS🥐

batch. . .🥞(๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠). . . alpha husband x omega male reader. pt. 1. pt. 2.

batch ingredients. . .🥮(ﾟ⁠οﾟ⁠人⁠)⁠). . . mainly fluff not many warnings , mood swings , odd cravings , small arguments , heavily written w choso in mind , spoiling , pregnancy themes/mpreg (obviously)

bakers note. . .🥠⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄. . . this was kinda fun to write. i never proofread

every morning you woke up, you refused to get up. your tummy was as big as two watermelons and you had to sleep on your side. "mm..love," your husband nudged you to make sure you were awake, kissing the skin of your neck softly. "we need to get you ready. have you some breakfast." this baby gave you such annoyance. your ankles were the size of the average alphas ego , temper sky rocketing when you didn't mean for it to(your husbands sweet soul putting up with it, bless him.) "jus' order me somethin'.." he shook his head, not stopping the soft kisses. "ain't good for the baby love."

hell, this baby wasn't being good for you. he'd massage your ankles , give you sweet words and confirmations. all this just to get you out of bed. his hand would be at your back and shoulders to support you, watching every single reaction to make sure you were comfortable. "fuck— ouch!" he stopped, face in front of yours. "sweetheart? what's the matter?" what the matter was that this baby was trying to kick the hell out of your insides.

you could eat more than three plates, and of course he would cook it all for you with no back talk. you were his husband of course, what kind of monster would he be if he didn't. "eat all you can, alright? you want any more i'll cook you more."

at home workouts were his favorite. it was calming for you and him even when the baby started kicking. they weren't really you moving around, just small stretches and what some instructor called grounding yourself. your legs were outstretched, your husband behind you as your comfort show played out. this was nice, his hands on your stomach and massaging very very softly, nothing but the low hum of your TV show and slow steady breathing.

of course those moments never lasted forever. there were some disgusting times worse than throwing up randomly.

when he felt around the bed, you were gone. he was instantly up, trying to find where you were. what if you were sick? did something happen? why didn't you wake him up? he raced downstairs, huffing and puffing only to find you sitting at the table— eating. eating...whatever the hell you were eating. it was such an interesting mix, left overs from a few nights ago all mushed together in a sandwich with honey and syrup dripped onto it.

"..love?" "hm," he took a deep breath, sitting at the seat in front of the bar like table. "if you were hungry, you could have woken me up. i would have cooked you or ordered you something." you shook your head, taking another bite of that thing. "im good." he laughed, blinking away his sleepiness. he leaned over, placing a kiss to your forehead and rubbing your shoulder. "return to bed soon, you worry me."

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softaestluv · 19 days ago

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Turning Page

You work at the library Simon and his daughter frequent.

single dad! alpha Simon Riley x librarian! omega reader

tags | alpha! Simon Riley, Omega! Reader, a/b/o dynamics, mentions of mating bonds, heat, scenting, fluff, angst

chapter 8 | masterlist | ao3

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Story time turns into lunch breaks spent with him and Clementine. Coffee or Ice cream— Mint’s personal favorite.

The weekends turn into date night. Breakfast at your place, cooking dinner with Clementine at his.

Dinner turns into bedtime for Clementine, which turns into Simon pressing you into his couch cushions, teeth grazing skin, fingers dimpling flesh, nose buried in your scent gland.

He has to stop himself every time he starts to rut into your clothed cunt like some dog, lapping at your neck desperately. Every time you begin to whimper in his ear, baring your neck for him so prettily, the plea for him to sink his teeth into your skin dying on your tongue.

It’s a routine, until it isn’t.

100-degree fever is the culprit.

He woke up to his sweet Mint sniffling with tears in the corners of her eyes, skin pale as ever.

“Papa, I don’t feel good.” She had barely managed to croak quietly to him.

“Oh, baby girl.” He cooed, placing the back of his hand on her already sweaty forehead, “Think you got a fever.”

He scoops her into his arms, her little mermaid pajamas damp where his palm and forearm press, “What hurts, baby? Your head?”

She snuggles into the crook of his neck, tiny nose pressed to his scent gland for comfort with a small nod.

“Yeah? Poor girl,” He murmurs, rubbing circles into her back soothingly, “Daddy’s gonna give you some medicine, okay?”

She shakes her head in protest, whining weakly against his skin.

“I know, pup, but it’s the cherry one. You like that one, remember?”

It takes a few sips, several dramatic grimaces, multiple gulps of water, and an abundance of negotiation on Simon’s part to get her to finish the medicine, but she eventually does. His brave girl.

He gives her a bath after, washing away the sweat clinging to her skin. She holds on to him the entire time, eyes fluttering and falling heavy with each passing second. By the time he lifts her out of the bath and changes her into a new set of pajamas she’s snuggling into his hold, pale skin turned rosy from the warm water.

He lays her across his chest after, lying out on the couch before putting on her favorite cartoon. It’s her favorite spot; it’s his favorite spot. His pup curled up on his chest, tucked into his arms— safe.

Except, now his Clementine is in pain, tiny brows furrowed, prominent pout on her lips, and small paws fisting his shirt. There's already a streak of sweat forming on her forehead again, but her little body is shivering like she’s freezing.

He rubs her back, runs his fingers through her blonde curls, and presses kisses into her scalp as he projects his scent, trying his best to soothe her with his alpha pheromones. She presses deeper into him when he does, searching for the comfort only he can provide.

He sees the moment the medicine kicks in, the moment her eyes finally shut and she falls asleep in her safe space.

The first time his pup got sick she was just a baby, smaller than his forearm, and he thought his world was crashing around him. He was useless at the time, didn’t know what his baby girl needed to feel better. He had trembled at the sight of her pouting and afraid.

Now, he’s a better father, replaced the calluses on his palm with smoother skin. Learned how to soothe her, nurse her back to health instead of slaughtering those who faced the barrel of his gun.

Clementine wakes up just as he’s finishing making her soup. He doubts her stomach will hold it down, but she hasn’t had anything to eat since the night before.

She patters into the kitchen, fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, “Daddy!”

“What’s wrong?” He asks, brows furrowing with worry.

She balls her fists at her side, her tears collecting at the collar of her shirt, “Story time! Daddy, we missed story time!”

“Mint, you’re sick.” He exhales a chuckle of relief. “We couldn’t have gone.”

Clementine isn’t pleased with this answer because she starts to sob harder, choking on her breaths in seconds. He pulls her into his arms at that, shushing her softly as he carries her to the couch and sets her in his lap.

“Hey, pup, look at daddy.” He cups her face, wiping the tears away with his thumb, voice dipped lower, comforting. She’s trying her best to speak, blubbering through her tears. “I know, baby. I know you’re sad. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

He holds her tiny hand to his chest, taking deep breaths with her until she’s able to breathe without hiccuping.

“There we go, pup. Good job.” He praises, alpha rumbling in his chest, “We can go next week when you feel better. But you want to know how we can do that?”

Clementine nods, bottom lip wobbling. His sweet girl.

“You gotta eat your soup, take your medicine, and get lots of sleep. You think you can do that?” He asks, tapping on her chest with each reason.

She nods again, climbing off his lap to her bowl of soup.

By the time she’s finished her soup and he’s managed to feed her some more medicine she’s ready for bed. He lets her sleep in his bed for the night instead of squishing both of them onto her much smaller bed.

He doesn’t nest, it’s not in his instincts, but he lays her favorite stuffies and blankets around the bed the best he can manage. Corduroy hugged tightly to her chest, her head snug to his arm and shoulder.

He’s so concerned with Clementine’s health, that he almost misses the message that pings his phone.

‘Didn’t see you and Clementine at story time today. Hope everything is well!’ —and there’s that damn heart you always use at the end of your message.

Clementine barely moves when the doorbell rings the following day, but when she sees you, books in arms, she jumps up from the couch.

“Miss Librarian! What are you doing?”

You smile at him in greeting before bending down to her height. “Well, I heard that you were sick and weren’t able to come to story time this week.”

Clementine nods. “But I took medicine like daddy said.”

“I'm glad you are. Gotta get healthy to come to story time again, right?” You agree, “But, in the meantime, I’ve brought the book we read yesterday. Do you want to read it with me?”

Simon practically sees stars in Clementine’s eyes, gasping as she nods her head eagerly.

“Yes! Yes!” She’s already dragging you to her bedroom before you finish your sentence.

You examine her room, eyes stopping on her makeshift library, “Wow, you’ve got your own mini library, don’t you?”

“Yep, but it’s not as big as yours.” She pats the empty spot next to her on her bed.

You chuckle at that, “Well, maybe one day you can have your very own library even bigger than mine.”

A Bad Case Of The Stripes.

It’s a bit fitting considering Mint’s health.

She sits in your lap as you read to her, tiny feet wiggling as she focuses on the pictures on each page, gasping at each new design on the little girl as Simon stands in the entryway.

He’s a little scared to walk in, sit on the bed with the two of you that definitely doesn’t have enough space for the three of you, so he admires from the door. He watches Mint read with you every week, but now it’s in her room, curled in your lap.

You underestimate his Mint, just a bit— ‘Do you want to try reading with me or are you not feeling up to it?’

Mint makes you read it with her four more times until she’s tuckered out, rubbing her eyes with a small yawn, and turning around in your lap to snuggle into your hold.

“Miss. Librarian?”

“Yes?”

“Are you my new mom?”

Simon watches your mouth part, eyes flickering over her face to find the right words, voice soft as you answer.

“I’m whatever you want me to be, sweetheart.”

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woncheolisms · 2 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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malereadermaniac · 4 months ago

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ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Forced Mate - Alpha Zenin Naoya x Omega Male reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Plot: Naoya had the privilege to choose his Omega - your relationship with the heir after an arranged mating and marriage has many ups and downs

Featuring: Top!Alpha!Naoya x Bottom!Omega!Reader

Note: Not watched JJK, probably OOC!!

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

As expected by anyone who knew him, Naoya of course presented as an Alpha; and as the golden child of the clan, his father set out to find him the perfect mate as soon as possible. Naturally, this proved easier said than done. Naoya had been an egotistical narcissist since he was barely walking, he demanded that his opinions and choices be taken into account on the hunt for his mate, and hell did he have many opinions...

'A woman who doesn't know how to walk three paces behind her husband should be stabbed in the back'

Zenin Naoya was a known sexist. Once he had presented as an Alpha, many thoughts ran through Naoya's head; 'this was expected' - 'of course I'm an Alpha' - 'been stronger than these betas since I was a kid'. But also, after many self-indulgent and boastful thoughts, Naoya also thought 'Thank fuck I don't have to knock up some bitch'. The youngest heir of the Zenin clan was a fucking misogynist, getting a man pregnant seemed like a much sweeter deal than having to deal with a woman as his mate.

So, whilst his father was busy organising match-making meetings and courting hours for his son, Naoya was busy rejecting every single Omega brought to him; because of course, they were all female. The Zenin clan were still traditionalists, if Naoya was to mate with an Omega, that Omega was to at least be a woman. But as you'd expect, Naoya couldn't give less of a fuck about what the clan wanted. He only cared about himself. So once his father eventually gave in and began matchmaking the blonde with male Omegas, Naoya had made his choice. You. And what an honour you would find out this was (or rather quite the opposite). You had caught the Alpha's eye almost immediately after walking into the room. You had aristocratic blood, had undergone etiquette and submission training, you were healthy, and you had so many more 'appealing' qualities for an Omega; but Naoya cared for none of that. The brooding Alpha made most of his decisions on instinct and feeling alone, and it helped that you were quite the head-turner in the looks department. So the decision was made rather quickly. You were to be mated and married to the Zenin clan heir.

You thought you knew what you were in for. Being born into a powerful clan but presenting as an Omega meant one thing; you were a bartering piece, something to marry off in order to establish political relationships. Ever since you presented as an Omega, you had undergone many types of training to become the ideal mate, and you thought that you knew what to expect when it came to how an Alpha would treat you; badly. But boy did you underestimate just how bad it could get. After all of the contractual and political work was out of the way for your arranged marriage, you were immediately moved into the Zenin residence. You had your own room; small but not as crummy as those of the servants. Whilst Naoya viewed you as above all women, he still viewed you as less than any man due to your secondary gender, meaning that he wouldn't share his chambers with you, he wouldn't acknowledge you romantically; you may as well be his live-in prostitute... The night of your moving-in, the two of you were expected to mate; as in, you were expected to submit to Naoya and allow the Alpha to mark you. It was a hard night for you, the hardest by far. Naoya was an impatient man, a selfish man who cared only for his own pleasure, and even worse for you, a sadist by all means. You were in immense amounts of pain that night, the Alpha forcing his way inside of you and drilling into you the whole night; your screams and whines of pain egging him on, turning him on. Your body was covered in bite marks and hickeys, your nape permanently marked by Naoya; your now mate forever, your Alpha.

It did get better though. With time, Naoya began to tolerate you. Most of your interactions did of course still take place in his chambers; you would visit your Alpha's bedroom almost every single night at his request, leaving in the early hours of the morning back to your chambers. Naoya acknowledged you now though: a chuckled scoff when passing you in the gardens, allowing you at his dinner table, calling for you when he was bored. Of course, Naoya never spoke your name, he often had to be reminded of it by his advisors, he would instead call you 'Omega'; but weirdly, that was enough for you. You also couldn't complain about the sex! He may be a maniac, but Naoya sure does know his way around your body. The Alpha knows how to rut into you in ways that make you writhe and scream in pleasure, he knows how much pain you can take to where you aren't in agony, but you do cry out his name and shed a few tears; he knows you, and that's a lot coming from such a self-absorbed man. Naoya loves it when workers walk in on the two of you fucking; he acknowledges whoever walked in, but he doesn't stop whatever it is he's doing to you. Whether it be his fingers curling into your slicked hole, his tongue forcing your tight walls apart, his hand forcing your head up and down his length, or his dick visibly thrusting in and out of you, Naoya never lets an unexpected audience prevent his pleasure.

The Alpha would never admit it, too proud and narcissistic, but there are things he likes about you. Hell, Naoya fucking loves certain things about you. The blonde goes absolutely feral for your scent, demanding that you scent his room bi-weekly to "comfort his inner Alpha". Naoya will hold you closer while he fucks you, just to get more of your intoxicating, sweet scent. He'll even use your scent as an excuse to have you sleep in his bed; claiming that a mate's scent helps an Alpha sleep. That's another thing he's come to like - sharing his space with you, more specifically his bed. Naoya has become unable to sleep in an empty bed. He'd never admit to missing your weight beside him, to missing the scent of your hair as you curl into his muscular body; but Naoya knew deep down that he loved having you around. But again, the Alpha refused to vocalise his liking of you; you just had to assume from his actions that your Alpha didn't seem to mind you as much as he used to.

Naoya's ruts are another key part of your relationship with the Alpha. Knowing how he is when in his right mind, you can imagine how Naoya behaves during a rut. The man is a fucking menace. Your body usually goes limp from suffering multiple orgasms without breaks in between. Hickeys and deep bites always end up littering your body. Naoya's body glistens with a sheen of sweat as his muscles flex and tense after what must be ten orgasms in one night; the endurance and stamina of Alphas is a medical phenomenon. Naoya loves to be as close as physically possible to you when in rut, pushing his body down onto yours as he drills his thick, long cock in and out of your warm, tight hole. You switch positions many, many times in one night during one of Naoya's ruts; a favourite of his seemingly being speedbump, but with his muscular arm around your neck, your cheeks squished by his bulging bicep as the Alpha pounds you into the bed with a ridiculous amount of force. Usually, Naoya is talkative when messing around with you, loving the sounds you make and your squirms at his dirty talk, but a rut fully takes it out of him; all of the man's energy going to fucking, with none to spare for any words other than 'Omega' and 'mine'. That's another thing about his ruts, Naoya becomes extraordinarily possessive during them! During pre-rut, Naoya will have anyone who dares speak to you locked away for a week! The blonde has to always have some form of physical contact with you during his pre-ruts and becomes much less of a cunt; showing a more endearing side of himself when he demands to cuddle you and be around you constantly. During Naoya's full ruts, he never allows you to leave his side. The man could be dead asleep and if you get up to clean up or grab some water, he wakes up within seconds and grips your wrist as tight as he can, looking up into your eyes with his own, dark, brooding ones.

Your heats are a completely different story. Naoya is his usual self times ten! Such a fucking sadistic tease. He refuses to touch you where you want him to, going as slow as possible, and making your big, pretty eyes pink up with tears. You end up begging, pleading, crying mess before his dick gets anywhere near your ass! Your Alpha's fingers do most of the work for your first couple of orgasms, his mouth moving from your nape, to your scent gland for a hit of your hypnotic, sweet smell. Until you're screaming out incoherent pleas and 'Alpha' s, Naoya doesn't allow you the pleasure of fucking you to heaven and back; but damn, when you finally cave in and beg like a pathetic bitch (his own words), your world shatters. During your average heat, Naoya will make sure that you're writhing in pleasure beneath him as he roughs you up; the Alpha's eyes locked onto your immensely pleasured form, watching and admiring how physically and mentally overwhelmed you seem with pleasure, pleasure that only Naoya can provide for you. Kisses are a lot more common when you're in heat. Naoya knows that you are too dazed from the hormones running rampant throughout your body and brain to remember almost anything from your heat; so he lets some affection show here and there. His kisses are tender. So soft and even to an extent loving. The blonde fucking loves to interrupt your moans and desperate panting with a kiss, turning the moment of primal desire into a romantic one; the juxtaposition kinda turns him on, and it most definitely helps you with your heat! Naoya's kisses go right to your brain (dick), your inner Omega screaming in pleasure at the sign of affection; subconsciously understanding the kiss as 'my Alpha loves me', 'my Alpha cares'. And even though he would never admit it, Naoya did care about you.

Many months go by after your first night with your Alpha. A weird, but comfortable relationship blooming between you and Naoya. But this was an arranged marriage, the key word being marriage. So of course, Naoya's father pushed the two of you to get married as soon as possible. And the demands kept coming from the Zenin clan... House work. Resigning from your career. Submission. Children.

The Zenin clan needed an Heir; one that would take over even after Naoya. And you were expected to provide that. On the one hand, as an Omega, you did naturally crave having children in your life; caring for pups came naturally to you. But holy shit was it insulting. To be told to your face that you were good for nothing other than producing offspring; really knocked you down a few pegs. So much so that Naoya even noticed; he didn't like it. He liked that you usually had some fight in you; normally, you would clap back at him when he was being a cunt, and you would knock him down a few pegs. But after his father basically called you a breeding cow, you stopped being... interesting.

It got to the point that you were barely even talking to Naoya; simply presenting to him whenever he wanted to fuck. That pissed him off. Usually, you'd at least call him a name or insult him! What snapped you out of this little lull was Naoya himself; told you he secretly cared. A harsh slap to your face and your cheeks squished between the Alpha's masculine, strong hand, and you were sorted! Well, it was a little more than that... Naoya gave you a good talk too, tellin' you that you were more than just an incubator for his heirs, you were his after all; verbatim "Nothing that's mine is so boring and surface-level". So you sucked it up. All the opinions of the rest of the clan didn't matter anymore; you simply didn't care. Sure, you would produce an heir, you would produce many. But what a kick in the balls to all of the traditionalist cunts in the Zenin clan it would be if you raised your pups to be the exact opposite of what they wanted. And when you promised that to Naoya, his grin couldn't have stretched any wider.

I feel like this was really shit. Sorry. But I did really wanna get more omegaverse out cause I love it so so much! And Naoya is fucking hot.

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softjeekies · 16 days ago

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Waiting After The Rain - 11

Pairing: ot8!stray kids x pregnant omega!reader

Synopsis: An omega pregnant and alone after being kicked out by their alpha stumbles upon a pack willing to take them in and care for both the omega and their pup as if they were their own, because now they are.

Genre: strangers to lovers, angsty but lots of fluff to even it out.

Warnings: a/b/o, violence, past abuse physical and verbal, past sexual abuse(mentions of past non-con), mentions of past violence, trauma, self esteem issues, pregnancy, aftermath of abuse, panic attacks, anxiety, pack dynamics, angst but it will be okay, polyamory, cursing, killing is mentioned but it never actually happens

A/N: god i am so sorry for such a long wait, i’ve been busy with work, concert prep, and the actual ateez concert but here we are!! thank you for your patience and please enjoy <3

previous chapter // next chapter

Part of Changbin thought maybe he wouldn’t even be awake this late, that he wouldn’t open the door, too busy fast asleep without a care for the omega he traumatized and abandoned with his pup. No. That’s not his pup anymore, that pup is theirs now. The alpha is only a little shocked when the grimey alpha opens the door.

“Oh, what the hell do you wan- “ Changbin cuts him off with another punch straight to his nose. As the alpha stumbles back Minho and Changbin make their way towards him, closing the door behind them.

“It’s not fun when you’re the one getting hit is it?” Minho’s tone is just as devious as the look on his face, he wastes no time grabbing the scumbag by his collar forcing eye contact so he can remember who did this to him, and who would do it again.

“What do you have to say for yourself huh? You stole this young omega away from the world, you abused her, and then once your dumbass gets her pregnant you beat her up one last time before throwing her on the street! Who the fuck do you think you are?” Minho is screaming now, so close to the alpha’s face he’s sure his spit is all over it.

“You have no idea what I did for that slut! If you want her you can have her, she’s been worthless to me anyway!” Minho sees red.

“Wrong answer.” He speaks so calmly before slamming the alpha onto the floor and slamming his fist into the alpha’s face until he’s as satisfied as he can be without killing the man. Once he’s sure the alpha won’t fight back he throws him to the side towards Changbin, his turn. Changbin leans down and grabs the alpha’s shirt smacking him across the face to get his attention back on them.

“You’re going to stay the fuck away from Y/N you got it? You’re going to pack up your shit and take your ass out of this town, I don’t want there even to be a chance you cross paths with her! Do I make myself clear?” Now Changbin is screaming in his now mangled face. The sound of the alpha’s whimpers makes the two chuckle.

“Fuck bro I get it, I get it. I’ll leave, just let me live, please.”

“You can spend the rest of your worthless life silently thanking Y/N for us sparing your life.” With one last kick to the alpha’s abdomen, the two men walk out calmly.

Once in the car, the two alphas share a kiss full of passion and protection, A silent promise that they did well. They thought for tonight they could get away with this, it was late, their pack members should be sleeping safe and sound in their plush beds, some probably sleeping together. So it was a shock when they walked in the door at three am and saw you at the top of the stairs looking at them. You smelled the blood before you saw it, but your eyes immediately got caught on Minho’s bloody knuckles. Everything in you screams for you to run. Well except your omega.

Alphas hurt. Take care of them. Need you.

You take a cautionary step backwards hoping your feet would carry you away to the, probably false, safety of your room. But as they have many times, your legs fail you, rushing you forward down the steps and towards the alphas. Without thinking you silently take Minho’s hand, examining it before dragging him to the downstairs bathroom ushering Changbin to follow as well. As you wordlessly grab the first aid kit from below the sink it dawns on you that this is the same place Felix has taken care of you many times when the nausea became too much, and here you were taking care of his alphas, your alphas? You brush off the thought as you clean off Minho’s wounds.

“Y/N baby we’re okay, there’s no need to stress yourself out over us.” Changbin pipes up only for you to turn and glare at him, he immediately shows defeat, deciding to wrap his arms around your waist for comfort instead of arguing with an omega in protection mode.

“Is anyone going to tell me what happened” Now that Minho’s knuckles are clean and wrapped you can breathe enough to address the elephant in the room.

“Let’s go sit down and we will tell you everything.” The alphas lead you to the living room, you’re tense and on edge but they do their best to sit close to you in hopes you’ll relax into them even a little.

“When that alpha said those things about you, I wanted him dead, fuck I still do. If you weren’t with me I would have beaten him into next week but I needed to get you home, I needed you safe. So I decided tonight I would put a close to what he started. Minho caught me leaving and decided to come with me. I won’t lie, we kind of beat the shit out of him but he will never bother you or your pup again.” Changbin is only met with silence. Both alphas’ scents spike out of fear, watching your face intently for any sign of a reaction, anything. You feel like a bomb just went off in your body. Why would anyone do this for you? Your breathing quickens for a moment and it terrifies the alphas but before either of them can snap you out of it you settle on your own. It feels like the bomb has somehow fixed the destruction that was previously there, like you could see the pieces aligning within you.

“That is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.” Your eyes water as you lean into Changbin’s chest, now your body shakes in full sobs and the two of them look at each other dumb founded. But they waste little time before comforting you.

“We will always do anything for you two, you’re part of our pack now, and we love you.” The way you look up from Changbin’s chest with a puffy face and wet eyelashes makes Minho’s alpha howl in protectiveness.

“I-I love you guys too, thank you for saving me.” Both alphas feel gooey and warm at your confession, pulling you into a hug.

“You need to get back to sleep baby, Why don’t we sleep in the pack nest tonight?” You perk up at the younger alpha’s world allowing him to lead you to that beautiful nest for the best sleep you’ve had in a while.

The morning brings a very needed pack meeting after Chan notices Minho’s wrapped hand. This is how you found yourself sitting between Felix and Han on the couch while Chan paced the living room floor in front of everyone.

“You did what?” The way Chan yells causes you to flinch, he doesn’t even notice, but you can’t fault him for that. The omegas notice though, pulling you into their embrace on the couch while their pack alpha scolds the younger alphas.

“Chan you weren’t there when he said those things about Y/N, I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I did nothing.” Changbin is posturing, standing his ground in front of his pack alpha is a huge deal and it terrifies you what this could result in.

“You didn’t think to discuss this with your pack first? What if you got hurt? What if you had put Y/N in more danger? How could you be so stupid?” Chan’s voice only gets louder, you have to remind yourself he’s not mad at you and he wouldn’t hurt any of you, but what if this is his breaking point?

“Christopher!” Felix lays you in Jisung’s arms and gets up to confront the alpha.

“Don’t Christopher me, you know they should have brought this to us before going off in the middle of the night on some John Wick mission.”

“Of course, I wish they had come to us first, but only so I could have gotten some punches in as well. I wish I were there to kiss Minho’s injured hand too, but what’s done is done. They said the alpha won’t be an issue anymore, shouldn’t we be celebrating? She can truly heal now.” Felix smiles resting his hand on Chan’s cheek to calm him down. Chan just wanted to reciprocate the affection Felix was giving but in your traumatized mind the way the alpha’s hand raises sets off alarm bells and before you know it you’ve jumped off the couch and are standing between Felix and Chan pushing the alpha away from him. The room is silent for a moment, everyone is feeling varying degrees of shock at your outburst, not paying enough attention to even know why you did it.

“P-please don’t hit Felix for my mess.” Your stance is strong, like a mama wolf protecting their pup, but your voice gives way reminding everyone once again how truly afraid you are of alphas due to no fault of anyone but those who hurt you. Tears well up in your eyes as your arms stay firmly placed behind you holding Felix away from his alpha.

“Y/N. Chan wouldn’t hurt me, he wouldn’t hurt any of us. And even if I was in danger you don’t step in front of me, think about your pup.”

“Think about my pup? Felix, you think I don’t think about my pup every second of every day trapped in this house with these alphas who could kill them at the drop of a hat?” Your screams bounce off the walls and you’re met with the slew of silence as before only now you can hear all the alphas letting out their own whine, hurt by your words. The air leaves your lungs in an instant, suddenly the room feels too small, hell this whole house feels too small. They say old habits die hard, so you run. Out of the living room and through the front door. You don’t look back, but you can hear and smell Seungmin running after you. You’re a wolf, inherently you can run fast, but you were never trained and now you’re carrying an entire being who makes you need midday naps most days, so you should have known you wouldn’t make it far. Yet you still let out a sob when your legs give up on you in the forest up the road, more out of embarrassment than anything else. Your feelings heighten when Seungmin comes running scooping you up into his arms on the forest floor.

“Don’t do that! Don’t you ever do that again. Fuck puppy you scared the shit out of me.” Seungmin’s cries break your heart. You were selfish, you ran without even thinking about how much it would worry the pack. Seungmin in the midst of kissing the crown of your head and checking you over for any injuries is halted by your pained voice.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Your sobs are loud and they twist Seungmin’s heart into something painful.

“Please calm down puppy. Nobody is mad at you, I’ll carry you home, I just need you to calm down, your puppy needs you calm.” The beta’s fresh cottony scent does little to soothe you, but it’s enough for him to be able to pick you up without a fight. Embarrassment is eating you alive the entire walk to the house and it only gets worse once you get through the door met with the eyes of your entire pack. It smells horrible, every scent has soured and spiked with fear and guilt. Seungmin lets you down, allowing you to choose what happens next. You bow your head towards the pack alpha but before he can tell you not to apologize you speak.

“Kill me.” The entire pack is speechless at your request.

“What? Y/N this was all a big misunderstanding Why would I kill you? I can’t kill you! You’re our omega, we love you!” Chan’s heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest, his alpha howls so loudly in his head that it sounds like screams.

“I betrayed you. I spoke back to your pack omega and I ran away. So now you must kill me.” Felix lets out a loud whimper and buries his head into Changbin’s neck, Guilt is eating him alive. Chan walks forward with tears brimming in his eyes but he pushes them down, he has to be a strong alpha just for this moment, he has to show you. He places a hand on your cheek and raises your head to look at him.

“As my omega, it is my job to protect you from everything, Nobody is going to kill you, I will never even let anyone lay a hand on you ever again, especially not any of us. You didn’t betray me or disrespect Felix. You were scared and hormonal and we get that. Were we worried when you ran away like that? Of course, you’re carrying our pup-“ Chan cuts himself off. The way your eyes widen causes panic to rise in the alpha’s chest, Can he do anything right?

“I’m sorry, my stupid alpha brain moved faster than my tou- oof.” Now it’s your turn to cut him off. Your arms wrap around his waist, your cheek rubbing gently into his chest, letting him know it’s okay, this is good.

“Thank you for accepting my baby.” Your tears are back, but this time it’s the happy kind. Chan runs his large hand over the back of your head softly as if you’d break otherwise.

“Of course. I told you on day one your baby would always be a part of the pack with us.”

“But you saying it’s your pup is different, like you’ll be a dad and raise the baby with me as your own.” There’s a childish tone to your words and Chan is struck by the reminder of how little life you’ve truly lived. You don’t know any family structure besides mom and dad, omega and alpha, mom cooks and cleans and raises a whole bunch of kids while dad provides and controls. He has to remember to have patience and be clearer with you on his intentions and how things work around here. Chan looks down at you placing his hand on your cheek once again causing you to look up at him. Your puffy eyes hurt him but the smile you give him melts away all his worries for just a moment.

“Baby, if you’ll allow us, all of us would be more than willing to raise your baby with you. I’m sorry we didn’t make that more clear.”

“Like you’ll all be the dads?” There’s hope in your eyes and that eases Chan’s alpha in a way he didn’t even know was possible. You feel a gentle hand on your back, It’s Jeongin. He looks a little unsure of himself but there’s also a layer of confidence there, he knows what he has to do and while he’s scared he’ll mess up he’s going to try his hardest.

“We will do everything in our power to be the most amazing dads to our pup.” When the younger alpha responds you feel it again, the feeling of things inside of you making sense of themselves. As you three hug, one by one you feel more arms wrap around you, you’d never thought you’d feel love like this in your life.

“No more running away okay. We know there’s still a lot you don’t know or understand, and a lot of stuff still scares you but we are going to work on it together, baby steps.” It’s Minho who speaks up once the group hug disperses.

“Okay. I want to learn, to try this new life out.” Felix reinitiates contact wrapping his hands around the sides of your waist both thumbs rubbing circles on the curve of your stomach.

“Are my babies feeling okay after all that? That was pretty eventful, maybe you should rest for a bit.” Felix cannot contain the joy he feels in calling you both his babies, from the first night you walked into their home he knew and it was so hard for him not to scream it from the mountaintops.

“Hmm, some cuddles with you and Hannie do sound nice… Oh! And some banana milk.” Felix grins widely, taking your hand to lead you down to the pack nest.

“I’m sure Chan would love to grab you some while the others get ready for work, anything for you princess.” Felix smirks at his pack mates clearly reveling in their jealousy towards the three of them getting to spend the day cuddling their omega, especially after such a big progression in their relationship. No worries, their time would come.

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