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Vicissitude | Part Three

You always hated intoning. Having seen the way alphas did it so casually, so carelessly like it meant nothing, like it didn’t have any effect on the brain of Betas and Omegas especially. Even as an alpha yourself, you couldn’t bring yourself to command another wolf to follow exactly what you’re asking of them by force. By mind control. It wasn’t right and went against your morals.

It took you weeks to forgive Kyle when he had once intoned a ‘barrack bunny’ to get away from you. A beta who used to love harassing you for being the only woman on the team when you were a newbie. He grovelled and finally earned back your forgiveness with the promise of never doing it again. He and the team made sure they never did it while you’re around knowing how much you hated it.

You were glad you would never have to worry about being intoned, being forced to listen to an alpha’s command purely because of the tone of their voice. It was something you never thought would happen to you and yet here you were subdued all because Simon had intoned you to stay calm.

Your wolf scratched at her bars, whimpering at the feeling but as much as it hurt she willed herself to remain calm all so you could remain calm. You felt numb, like your body and mind had no feeling.

You’d feel less attacked if Simon had scruffed you. You would feel light and happy, and it would be easier to come out of than being intoned. Being made to comply unwillingly while your brain is active and aware of the situation around you. And all you feel is awful and heavy.

Wings clipped, poor omega caged and shackled.

Sitting in the debriefing room, Simon’s large hand on your thigh as you slumped into the cold, hard chair.

“Veil listen to me.” Your Captain muttered not loud enough to startle you but just so you could hear, “I don’t know how this has happened, and we all thought it impossible but you are an omega now.”

You shook your head, eyes burning as tears slipped down your cheeks. Pathetic. Simon’s hand squeezed your thigh, maybe in reassurance? Maybe to get you to speak? You’re not sure and you’re getting too tired to even look up into his eyes to decipher what it meant.

“I know this will take you a while to accept and Johnny is going to work as hard as he can to possibly come up with an antidote from your blood samples. Simon, Kyle and I are going hunting for more of that gas or at least who created it.” This has you perking up.

“You’re leaving.” Your voice was croaky, throat roar from crying. Anxiety thrumming under your skin now, buzzing behind your eyes.

“We are. Johnny is staying behind to look after you and work in the lab.” Simon mumbled, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the fat of your thigh. All you could do was nod. There was no use arguing with them, how could you even dare to?

John made his way around the table and squatted next to you, “Follow me.”

You’d been walking for five minutes and already you were in unfamiliar territory. John escorted you to a part of the base you’d never been to before. Opening a door to reveal what looks like a therapist's office with the big comfy couch, soft blankets and pillows as well as a high backed leather chair opposite said couch. There was a blood pressure machine and a weight and height chart as well as a step on scale in the corner of the room.

The book shelf to the right of the couch had all sorts of books, some novels but mostly filled with Omegan biology books and how to help a newly present omega. On top of the shelf was a PHD in medicine and a doctorate in Omegan Anatomy and Biology.

You’d put the pieces together but before you could even open your mouth to argue a woman in a white lab coat, pulled over a smart casual outfit and trainers walked into the room. “Oh you’re already here, brilliant.” She was smiley and warm, lush medium length brown hair and dark brown eyes that landed on you after shaking John’s hand.

“I’m Doctor Mandry but please call me Melissa. Captain Price explained your situation and thought it might be a good idea we talk.” She spoke softly, you noticed she was pushing out her beta pheromones to keep you calm.

“My situation?” You glance at John who looks at you sternly, you don’t let her reply, “It looks like you specialise in Omegas and as my file, which I’m sure you’ve extensively read, so clearly states I have been an Alpha since I presented as one and I will continue to always be an Alpha. That’s not something you can change, it’s impossible!” You don’t mean to yell but, the intone is wearing off and first hearing the guys say it and now she is saying it too, you’re…scared.

“Unfortunately it isn’t anymore.” She replies calmly as though you hadn’t just shouted at her two seconds after meeting her. “The gas you inhaled has changed you and you know it.”

“It might have changed how I feel but it can’t change my genetic makeup, my dna, that’s not-“

“But it is, and I’m here to help you come to terms with it and work with you on any feelings you may have that you don’t understand.” Melissa gives you a small smile, it’s one that says, I’m sorry this happened to you but it’s not pity. Though it doesn’t change how you feel one bit.

“No.” You snap. John grumbles out your name but you shake your head, “I don’t want to work through any pathetic little feelings I may have that don’t make sense, I want to go back to the way I was. I’m an Alpha and I will always be one. I will not accept anything else.” You bark storming passed the both of them and all the way back to your room, it’s there you lock the door and crawl into your bed.

So what if you grab more blankets and pillows from the cupboard to put on it, it’s just some comfort to help you sleep, nothing more.

Waking up the next morning was sereal. You had a splitting headache, your muscles ached and felt weak as you stretched. Your mind felt muddled and murky, so unable to decipher your thoughts and feelings.

A little knock on the door had you glaring at the doorknob begging it not to turn…..only for it to turn and low and behold Johnny is stood there with a kind smile gracing his lips.

“Hi Lass.” He greeted.

“Lemme guess the big bad wolf sent you to teach me a lesson.” You raise an eyebrow at Johnny who’s stood in your doorway, blue eyes glancing at the big pile of blankets on your bed before they land back on you. His lips twitching slightly in the shape of a smirk.

“He just wants you to give the doctor a chance.” Johnny begins.

“The quack.” You scoff.

“He thinks it could really help, just in the meantime while they’re out looking for a solution.” He uses those stupid puppy dog eyes that he’s had mastered since his teen years. They melt you into a puddle and so an hour later you find yourself on that annoyingly soft couch opposite the quack.

“I don’t condone any of this.” You mutter loud enough for her to hear, it makes her smirk, amusement clear on her face.

“I know. But I think it’s important to do it.” She replies, rolling the pen between her fingers that’s hovering over her fancy leather bound notepad.

“Fine.” You sigh, “Fire away then.”

“How are you feeling?” She begins, a basic question that’s very difficult to explain.

“I don’t know how to answer that.” You say because it’s true. You don’t know how to explain yourself, it doesn’t make sense to you, how could you possibly explain it to someone else.

“Okay. What about physically? Does it hurt anywhere?” Melissa asks, pen pressed against paper ready for your reply.

“Yes, my body aches as if I’ve been doing too many drills or a really tough workout.” You answer as honestly as you can and she scribbles against the paper. The noise grating on you.

“I would say that’s normal but-“

“But none of this is normal so you can’t say that.” Your hostility doesn’t do anything to deter her, in fact it encourages her to want to break through to you even more than before.

You’re no longer the predator in today’s society. You’re a pathetic, snivelling little prey that is surrounded by danger. You’ve never felt like this. Always on edge. Eyes darting everywhere in search of danger. Of the next thing to worry about. It’s not only something you’re not used to, but it’s also something you hate with a blazing fire. Body burning with fear.

You’d considered scent blockers and pheromone inhibitors on your walk to Melissa’s office but you’d doubt the men up top would give their new little experiment ways to hide from them. You’d figured it out, why suddenly you’re being bundled into an office that clearly had a lot of money spent on it. Sat across an omegan specialist that clearly took far too many notes.

Those notes were going to be ready by the men up top, they would be filed away and used against you in the future. You knew this no matter how many times you were told all this was confidential. She worked for the government, none of this was confidential.

The rest of the talk with Melissa goes somewhat smoothly, though you’re on edge almost the entire time. Thinking about how you’re being perceived, what she’s writing. Your mind spins and spins until you’re exhausted and enough is enough.

Johnny is there on the other side of the door, telling you how the guys have already gone to start searching. You feel a pang in your heart, hearing how they left without saying goodbye. It something you try to push away but it’s like a splinter stuck inside. The skin healed over, letting it fester in your body.

The feeling stayed with you all throughout lunch with Johnny, the whole time you were sat watching his analyse your blood in the lab, all throughout dinner and even now as the tv played in the common room.

Johnny sat next to you on his phone, his thumb scrolling and clicking on the screen. Unbeknownst to you he was looking at nesting equipment websites.

Titsi was an amazing omega comfort shop, it was the most popular out of all the chains. It was not only online but had thousands of shops all over the world. It sold, soft and rough nesting blankets; all different shapes, colours and sizes. It sold stretchy clothes so they didn’t rip when people turned into their wolf forms. Clothes for new pups and toys.

And lucky for Johnny the spring sale was still on. He scrolled down to the nesting blankets, clicking the softest category. It's at this point he realises, he doesn’t know your favourite colour. It makes his cheeks burn with embarrassment and he feels shite that he’s never asked you before. He stores that question away to ask later, but in the end he picks a nice neutral white. He imagines it all messy on your bed with the other blankets and other comfort items he plans to get you.

He purchases the biggest size on there and pays the extra few quid for next day delivery, the money is nothing to him but he hopes the blanket is everything to you. He hopes you add it to your nest the second he gives it to you but he doubts that will happen. He just prays you don’t reject it.

Johnny pushes his phone into his pocket feeling like he’s accomplished something today after failing to come up with any results in the lab. He hated the sad look on your face when he had no good news for you. You’d sat so patiently and didn’t complain once. Unconsciously Johnny lifts his hand and begins stroking your hair, petting you. It has your shoulders tensing up but the constant soothing movement soon makes you relax. Your eyes fluttering shut as you relax back into Johnny’s warmth.

“Such a good pup.”

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elysianightsss · 1 month ago

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couldn’t tell you tbh. simon x reader. brat dynamics

it was an innocent prank. that’s all it was supposed to be anyway.

folded over your bed, listening to the familiar sound of fabric and metal clashing in simon’s hasty effort to get his cock free, an idea sprouts before you have time to cut it.

the joke is notched between your teeth, and you hide your smile in the sheets when you feel his hips crowd your ass. try your damndest to take his inches while relaxed, minimizing your flinches when he eventually bottoms out.

then, you croak, “is it in yet?”

a sadistic pause. you feel the air short circuit, frayed ends of electric wires making the hair on your back stand up. immediate regret when you feel a hand grab your jaw, turning your face to look over your shoulder.

his features are calm, but the look in his eyes reveals boiled frustration. your courage drops to your stomach, and runs out straight out your cunt when his nostril notches.

“don’t feel me? let me help you.”

and suddenly you’re on your back, knees by your head. there is no warning, only a cock that digs straight into the gummy walls of your cunt, tip knocking the consciousness from your cervix. lightening shoots up into your throat, forming a plea,

“f-fuck simon- deep.”

he grunts, an annoyed version of a laugh, before continuing to ruin your cunt with the insatiability and aggression of a man challenged.

“feel me now, sweet’eart? or do i need to go deeper?”

you spend the rest of the night as a sore loser, with a sorer cunt.

#I will take ten more #I need him so bad #this got me blushin

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elysianightsss · 1 month ago

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Vicissitude | Part Three

Wings clipped, poor omega caged and shackled.

Sitting in the debriefing room, Simon’s large hand on your thigh as you slumped into the cold, hard chair.

“You’re leaving.” Your voice was croaky, throat roar from crying. Anxiety thrumming under your skin now, buzzing behind your eyes.

John made his way around the table and squatted next to you, “Follow me.”

“Unfortunately it isn’t anymore.” She replies calmly as though you hadn’t just shouted at her two seconds after meeting her. “The gas you inhaled has changed you and you know it.”

“It might have changed how I feel but it can’t change my genetic makeup, my dna, that’s not-“

So what if you grab more blankets and pillows from the cupboard to put on it, it’s just some comfort to help you sleep, nothing more.

A little knock on the door had you glaring at the doorknob begging it not to turn…..only for it to turn and low and behold Johnny is stood there with a kind smile gracing his lips.

“Hi Lass.” He greeted.

“He just wants you to give the doctor a chance.” Johnny begins.

“The quack.” You scoff.

“I don’t condone any of this.” You mutter loud enough for her to hear, it makes her smirk, amusement clear on her face.

“I know. But I think it’s important to do it.” She replies, rolling the pen between her fingers that’s hovering over her fancy leather bound notepad.

“Fine.” You sigh, “Fire away then.”

“How are you feeling?” She begins, a basic question that’s very difficult to explain.

“I don’t know how to answer that.” You say because it’s true. You don’t know how to explain yourself, it doesn’t make sense to you, how could you possibly explain it to someone else.

“Okay. What about physically? Does it hurt anywhere?” Melissa asks, pen pressed against paper ready for your reply.

“Yes, my body aches as if I’ve been doing too many drills or a really tough workout.” You answer as honestly as you can and she scribbles against the paper. The noise grating on you.

“I would say that’s normal but-“

“But none of this is normal so you can’t say that.” Your hostility doesn’t do anything to deter her, in fact it encourages her to want to break through to you even more than before.

Johnny sat next to you on his phone, his thumb scrolling and clicking on the screen. Unbeknownst to you he was looking at nesting equipment websites.

“Such a good pup.”

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elysianightsss · 1 month ago

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Something something Johnny returns to the highlands whenever he’s on leave. It’s freezing and stinks like seaweed but it’s home and he loves it all the same. Plus there’s something laughable about seeing a beefy SAS sergeant wearing a duck feather stuffed coat.

He helps his parents out, fixing things around their old house, cooking in the kitchen at their pub and just being around for them. It’s the same routine every time he’s home, he likes it, likes the steadiness of everything being the same.

But this time when he comes home on leave, arriving at his parents pub to help out, he sees you there. A new person taken in under his parents wings. You’re just arriving to start your shift with a cheery “Evening all!” Johnny’s instantly drawn to you.

Like it’s not even funny. Whenever you enter the kitchen in your cute little black apron tied around your waist, he’s looking up from the fish he’s grilling to stare at the way your hips sway side to side as you walk. He burnt so many meals that night.

Johnny doesn’t recognize you until his mum asks if he remembers the girl who used to push him in the sandpit all the time at preschool. Then it clicks who you are. His childhood crush, all grown and so fucking gorgeous. You used to live there when you were young but when your parents drowned after a trip on a boat, you were taken away by your aunt.

He wonders why you’ve come back now but puts it in the back of his mind. He’s more focused on how prim and proper you are, sticking out like a sore thumb in the pub. Johnny’s learned you’re feisty and a little bitchy the hard way, but he fucking loves it. Makes him so damn horny. Your Scottish accent is still there but soften by years in the English countryside.

And of course he flirts with you, woos you, asks you on a date and you end up sleeping together. The little cottage you’re living in for the time being is luckily far enough away from town that no one can hear you screaming Johnny’s name. The headboard hitting against the wall with each punishing thrust. His thick, slightly curved cock pumping in and out, in and out, in and out after he spent a good hour with his head between your plush thighs. Best night of your fucking life.

When you wake though he’s gone, a note left on your pillow explaining he’d been called into work. An emergency. Worst day of your fucking life.

He’s back to saving the world, fighting to survive, living on base, joking with his task force. It all seems so mundane to him. He can’t ignore the itch in the back of his head, the knot in his back he can’t reach. He can’t rid you from his mind, not when he’s training, not when he’d just sniped someone’s brains all over the wall, and especially not when he’s in his bed, hand wrapped around his cock.

He cries out your name when he finishes in his hand, globs on stickiness coating his stomach and he prays you’re there waiting for him when he returns.

But when he does returns home, he doesn’t see you at the bar or the cottage and his mum is scowling at him like he’s kicked a puppy and his dad has this disappointment in his eyes that Johnny is transported back to his teenage years when all he saw in his dads eyes was disappointment.

He asks whats happened, what he’s done wrong but his parents shake their heads and stay silent. It wasn’t their story to tell. Johnny’s confused and hurt, thinks about just going back to base. Would brace the drive back over dealing with the icy stares from everyone in the pub.

Needing a drink to dilute his feelings, he heads to the local little market to grab a pack of beers when he sees you standing in front of the milk aisle, a sad look on your face as you decide if the three pounds you have left will be enough for both chocolate milk and strawberry milk. Even though they are two pounds each.

He starts towards you, but as soon as you turn back to your trolley he stops in his tracks. Your hand strokes over your swollen belly, a bigish bump there for five months pregnant. You know your baby is gonna be big headed just like his father.

Johnny feels as though he’s been shot. His world spins and he’s nearly sick. He knocked you up and left you. No wonder he’d been receiving so much hate everywhere he went. He hesitates, wondering if this is the best place for you to see him again, thinking up the different scenes that might take place. But he’s too late to make a plan when your eyes move to his.

He’s frozen in place watching the way your face contorts, all manner of emotions buzzing through you until they land on one that Johnny knows well. Anger. You rush forward and he gets this need to run niggling in his chest, but he stays rooted to the spot even when you slap him hard across the face.

He bites back a grin, you slap harder than Simon.

Oh yes, he’s gonna keep you for sure.

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