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Kinktober - Day #1 (Love, Death + Robots)

"Alphas, Please"

Fandom: Love, Death + Robots

Pairing: Alpha!Decker x Alpha!Sobieski x Omega!Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Werewolves, Discrimination, Omegaverse, A/B/O Dynamics, Omega! Reader, Usage Of Term 'Cunt', Implied Polyamory, Mating, Marking, Double Knotting, Double Penetration, Threesome, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Implied Impregnation, Nesting, Blowjob

Word Count: 2,353 Words

Author's Note: This took WAY longer than I thought it was going to write out, so I hope y'all enjoy. That being said if other entries take the same amount of time as this one Kinktober will probably be extended.

The way that they were using (Y/N), exposing them out in the open deserts of Afghanistan, was absolutely dangerous. ‘Absolutely foolish,’ If anyone would bother to ask (Y/N)’s opinion on the decision. Yet, that wasn’t much of a concerning issue with the US Marines, not that they viewed (Y/N) as anything more than an expendable resource, therefore as long as the mission was completed they could essentially care less about the casualty or injury inflicted onto (Y/N). Despite that fact, they knew that there were at least two other individuals similar to themself that were keeping an eye out for them, ready to jump into action to defend them at a moment's notice.

In this world there’s an amount of the population that are described to be werewolves, enough for them to be commonplace, but discriminated against. They’re viewed and taunted as being unnatural, despite that they function mostly the same as the humans do, and essentially isolated from others unless it plays into their benefit. “Dogs” they’d be disgracefully nicknamed, and if it wasn’t made obvious yet, (Y/N) was considered to be one of these “Dogs”. They weren’t the only one that was considered to be “Dogs” within their platoon. There was two others that were the same and dealt with the same discrimination as them, Decker and Sobieski. Sobieski was quite the comedian, always cracking jokes and acting like something of a goofball in order to lighten the mood. On the other hand, there’s Decker, who’s more into being logical in some sense of form, being the “lead” whenever it comes to things involving the “Dogs”. They had both been a part of the same platoon for quite some time now, and with (Y/N) having joined the platoon the duo then became a party.

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“If I would’ve known we were going to be stuck in this intermodal container for who knows how long, I would’ve brought Decker’s sister along! Make this party even more of a party, if y’all know what I mean~” Sobieski’s casual joke about banging Decker’s non-existent sister leads him into starting off with his usual sexual grunting and thrusting movements, Decker shaking his head in amusement disbelief while (Y/N) lets out a hefty laugh, having always found the joke to be kind of funny. (Y/N) would have to agree with Sobieski’s statement though, if they would’ve known about being stuck in this container for an undetermined amount of time that they would have brought something along with them to pass the time. Maybe a pack of playing cards or a book, at least something. There wasn’t much information given to them about the mission on hand, just that the “Dogs” were to reside temporarily, but for an unknown time, in this container to “observe the enemy from afar.” “Bullshit,” Decker called immediately, but there wasn’t much that could be done besides obeying orders.

Once Sobieski has settled down from his sexual fantasy of banging Decker’s non-existenet sister, and engaging in some brief going over recent mission updates with Decker himself, (Y/N) decides that there’s not much else to do besides pass some time with some sleep, excusing themself from the men who continued to chat with each other. Sleeping doesn’t last for a significant amount of time, not between the increasing pain that starts stirring (Y/N) from their slumber, followed by being shaken awake and attempted to be talked to by Decker. “Hey, (Y/N)..? (Y/N)?” Decker’s only met with a groggy groan from (Y/N), them gently slapping at his hand as they stir awake. “W-What..? What’s going on?” Decker seems hesitant in responding, all while Sobieski is standing by the slightly ajar entrance of the container, coughing out while avoiding eye contact. “What’s wrong with Sobieski?”

Upon repositioning themself there was a guttered moan that escaped (Y/N)’s lips, visibly shuddering all while suddenly feeling a wetness of some sort start to trickle down their thighs, all while the cramping had started up once again. “Shit,” (Y/N) mutters, stumbling slightly as they attempt to walk, being caught and latching onto Decker before having any chance to fall. “Decker..” His scent was starting to waft around him: an exquisite balance of fresh citrus, herbal and aquatic accords with captivatingly sexy woods. “You smell~” Eyes widened at the moment of realization, tearing away from him and heading straight towards their bag of essentials stashed within the things that they had brought along. Practically ripping the bag open, the contents spilling out and clattering against the floor, (Y/N) starting to frantically pilfer through them. “Shit, shit, shit! I-I don’t have anymore!” Sobieski briefly glances towards them, taking a couple steps towards them, then glances over towards Decker. An exotic blend of sweet & smooth gourmand & vanilla notes, with deeper woody, ambery and spicy scents. “S-Suppressants.. God, y’all smell so.. good~”

“They’re going into a heat,” Decker finally speaks up, glancing towards Sobieski who was shuffling around in his spot, becoming affected by (Y/N)’s scent starting to waft throughout the container as well. “Creamy, lush florals.. accented with sparkling fruit notes.. rounded out with soft, musky, woody undertones… God, you smell good as well, (Y/N)~” Decker eyebrows knit in confusion for a moment, deciding to take steps forward to put himself in between Sobieski and (Y/N), “You’re able to tell all that? I thought that you barely knew how to read or write?” A joke from Decker, Sobieski chuckles, “Took some scent classes during training, guess it’s done something.” (Y/N) was becoming flabbergasted how the two men could be heart lightly joking with each other in a scenario such as this one. Yet, at another point they could understand, the outcomes of two unmated Alphas stuck in a container with an unmated Omega that was going into an unexpected, and becoming an aggressive heat. “Outside.. I can go outside, stay outside till it passes.” (Y/N) interrupts the conversation between the two men, starting to head towards the entrance of the container before a surprised squeal escapes past their lips, figuring out moments later that Sobieski had intercepted them, picking them up and flipping them to hang over his shoulder. “It’s too dangerous for you out there, we can’t allow that.” Decker agrees, squatting down to be face to face with (Y/N), “You go out there, and who knows what would happen. But I can tell you, it would be good. It would probably end up worse than what could possibly happen here.”

While they agree with what Decker has to say, the more he speaks the more his words become jumbled as his alluring scent is overwhelming (Y/N)’s senses all while their shivering against Sobieski’s touch trailing up and down their thighs. All they can think is about how their slick is now drenching their thighs, probably soaking Sobieski’s chest, listening to that voice overtaking their mind. ‘Two Alphas!~ Oh, two, so delicious Alphas!~ It’s about time we’ve gotten with an Alpha, but two?~ Oh, this is going to be so good!~’ It doesn’t take long for (Y/N) to start mumbling the nonsense that’s lingering in their mind, licking their lips as they continue to shift themself in Sobieski’s hold. “I don’t know about you Decker, but I think this Omega of us are needing to get themself situated~” It doesn’t take long after that for (Y/N) to be set upon their feet, starting to look around for cloth like materials in order to make some sort of nest, at least the best that they could. Sobieski has already discarded his jeans and shirt into the nest, while Decker at first hesitated to, but eventually added his to the nest as well.

There’s momentarily silence between the three individuals, Decker and Sobieski watching as (Y/N) finishes constructing the nest, adjusting things to their ideal to make it comfortable to them, then looking up to them as they wait patiently. ‘They wait so patiently~ Waiting so patiently for us~ Good Alphas waiting for their good Omega~ Can’t wait to have them, have them inside~’ Reaching out cautiously, (Y/N) takes both Sobieski and Decker’s hand and slowly leads them to the nest, giving a nod to signal that they were being accepted into the nest, that (Y/N) would accept them both as their mates. “Where do you want to be, Decker?~” Sobieski questions, not wanting to cause a conflict between his longtime friend. “Doesn’t matter to me~ Why don’t you ask them?” There’re no words, just guiding the men to where (Y/N) wanted them to be, in this case Sobieski down at their thighs all while having Decker close to their face. There’s no hesitation, gently grabbing hold of Decker’s cock and guiding it to their mouth all while lifting their hips up to Sobieski.

Hips jerked against the stimulation Sobieski was causing with flicking his tongue and thrusting of his fingers into (Y/N)’s cunt, devouring the slick as if he was claiming it as his last meal. The sensation was causing them to vibrate Decker’s cock with their muffled moans, the jerking causing them to occasionally deep throat his cock and gag, their other free hand cupping at Decker’s balls. “Hm, you look so beautiful, (Y/N)~ So fucking pretty when you're sucking my cock so well like that~” He reaches a hand down to run his fingers throughout their hair, then trailed down their neck and then to their chest, gently rubbing and pinching at their nipples. ‘Mm~ Alphas making us feel so good, so good~ Not enough, need more~ Need more soon~` Want them both inside~’ Chuckles sound throughout the air from both the men, must’ve been saying those Omega thoughts out loud again, because it doesn’t take long for them to adjust (Y/N), them laying on top of Decker while having their legs spread out by Sobieski, starting to rub circles on their thighs. It doesn’t take much of anything for Decker to slip his cock right in, starting out with slow thrusts to allow (Y/N) some time to adjust, hands gripping their hips rather tightly. “Ya know, I’m usually not one for this type of sex, but I’m quite enjoying it right now~” Sobieski comments, using the slick coming from (Y/N) as a lube to prepare his cock, licking his lips as he continues to watch the sight in front of him.

Assuming that his partners are ready, he proceeds to align the tip of his cock right above Decker’s at (Y/N) cunt, slowly but surely getting his cock inside as well. A couple of slow thrusts gets him situated inside, snug against Decker’s cock, giving an acknowledging grunt that he was ready to continue. ‘Tight, tight~ So tight~ Snug, full of cock~ Their cocks, Alpha cocks~’ (Y/N) resting their head against Decker’s shoulder, hands clutching tightly at Sobieski’s biceps, rolling their hips in order to give some sort of pleasure to their men, but less in control as the men become more frantic with their thrusting. Eventually the sound that dominates the air is skin against skin, followed by the mix of growling, grunting, and moaning leaving the lips of all three, and occasionally the mindless mumbling leaving (Y/N) as well. They were almost there, almost about to reach the orgasm that they so desperately have wanted, having been depriving themself from, clenching their walls against the thick cocks thrusting inside of them. ‘So good, almost there!~ Omega almost there, Omega needs it!~ Need Alphas knots~ Need Alphas cum~ Cum, Cum, Cum~ Gonna breed Omega, give Omega babies!~’

It was as if the mindless mumbling about being knotted and bred was enough to drive the men over the edge, them both struggling to fit their swollen knots snug into (Y/N)’s cunt, attempting to respond to (Y/N) words but it only came out in guttered growls. ‘Mark, Alphas~ Mark Omega~ Please, Please, Please!~’ Decker quickly goes to grip (Y/N)’s hair, yanking their head back to reveal their neck, revealing their scent glands, neck being so naked that it was practically just begging Sobieski and Decker to leave their mating mark there. Sobieski leans down and brushes his tongue across the scent glands, chuckling before biting down directly around (Y/N)’s gland, Decker eventually repeating the action not too long afterwards, both of them proceeding to hold down (Y/N) as the pleasure becomes overwhelming, trembling tremendously against them while crying out. Throughout their senses being haywire at the moment both men are able to secure their knots within (Y/N)’s cunt, and despite it being somewhat painful, the only thing upon their mind was filling (Y/N) cunt up with their cum, mind set on the intent to breed their newly marked Omega.

After some unaccounted time (Y/N) happens to wake up once again, hands feeling around but only coming into contact with the bare bodies of the men laying next to them, Sobieski’s snoring echoing throughout the container. “Feeling better, are we?” Decker quietly asks, running his fingers gently through (Y/N)’s hair while glancing down at them. “Uh, yeah.. Sorry to put you both in that position, but I did enjoy it if that matters.” A chuckle, followed by a moment of silence before Decker speaks once again, “Not that we had it planned either, but we both enjoyed it as well. Don’t sweat about it though, it’s something we all had to see as an outcome anyways with how much of an asshole our platoon is towards us. But if there’s any other time that you need either of us to take care of you, just ask Omega~ We’ll take such good care of you~” With the way his words sent shivers straight down their spine, (Y/N) knew that they were bound to ask for their help any time after this.

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