#Cod omegaverse

[girlfromflor]

alpha!kyle has been a current thought in my head, so i wrote about him coming back home after a long mission.

it's his fourth day home since his last mission ended.

kyle has you tucked close to him, under the covers inside the big nest you made for yourselves. he still smells a bit like tiredness, the exhaustion from the battlefield clinging to his muscles but it's almost imperceptible now.

your sweet, honey-like scent mingles with his and into the fabric enveloping you. there's a low, constant purr rumbling in your chest, scratching an itch on kyle’s mind that he waited so long to get rid of.

he's home. safe and sound with his omega so close to him, happy and purring at his presence. the notion makes his own chest vibrate with a purr as an answer, the growl of it making clear how his alpha scrapes the edges of his consciousness.

it's probably early in the morning, kyle doesn't look for his watch nor his phone, instead just basking in the dim, morning light seeping through the window – which is opened only a bit, the cold wind from outside making the fabric of the curtain swing ever so slightly.

despite the breeze, he's warm where he lays with you. the heavy weight of faux fur fabric working well on keeping your naked bodies' warmth secured inside the blanket fort you call a nest. you've been naked ever since he came home – his clothes smelling like blood and gunpowder, alpha stressed and tired, growling grumpily at the thought of fabrics keeping your skins from touching each other.

you haven't fucked nor have you indulged in any type of sexual activity, it didn't felt quite right yet. instead he just stripped off his clothes, dragging you around the house so you both can, in this very order: get cleaned up in a quick shower, eat something light and settle on the big nest you have in the corner of the living room, napping on the cushions that cover the floor inside it.

he knows you're awake and you're aware he's too, but none of you say a word. it's peaceful like this. the calm, quiet atmosphere working the remaining of his stress away, giving you time to fully push away the sleepy haze that has been pulling at you, until you move from his arms to stare up at his beautiful face.

his eyes are closed, eyelids shut very lightly. his lips pressed to one another, but they part as soon as he takes in your shifting scent – which is reacting to his relaxed, laid back expression –, nose twitching to take it in better. he grumbles, one hand brushing down your side to hold your hip as the other runs its fingers to your hair.

his eyes are sharp and lidded when he opens them to stare at you, making a shiver run down your spine. you've never been so close to having him bared to his soul in front of you, alpha so present it makes his scent almost fresh out of the woods. it brings your omega from where she was resting far inside your mind, her claws scratching softly around your head, urging you to sleep so she can step in.

it's been like this for four days. it's always rough for him, coming down from mission-mode, but this time kyle's inner alpha seems ready to fight for control, begging for your omega to comfort him at all costs. you both allowed it to happen the first day – and the second –, having to hold back on it by the morning of the third day. you couldn’t risk going feral together, not without someone to watch over you two.

kyle seems to read your mind, your bond doing most of the talking as you bask in the silence, the room quiet except for the – now almost inaudible – purr coming from deep within your chests. his voice is low and hoarse when he speaks, a groan following as he cleans his throat and tries again.

"could ask john to come over, honey..." he mumbles on his thick accent, holding you while he watches your reaction. "he could watch us next time, mhm? he's a good alpha, he'd take care of us..."

"mhm..." your hum of agreement is barely an answer, the grunt coming from him making it clear that he wants you to elaborate. "if you trust him, than it's fine by me, love."

kyle hums then, pleased with your answer. his adorable omega, relying on him whilst taking care of his once exhausted body, helping him work through the tiredness and out of the alert mode he had to depend on so much over the last few weeks – giving him enough support so he could recover from weeks of soldier-like routine on a hostile environment in only a couple of days.

he truly does love you a lot and maybe it's time he shows it to you, rewarding you for been so good to him.

a/n: part of I'LL CALL THE MOON: COLLECTION (coming soon)

[quarterlifekitty]

cw: dubcon, manipulation, babytrapping?

You ask Alpha!Gaz to spend your heat with you because he’s so chill. He’s always treated you just like one of the guys— since day one. Never once mentioned your designation, because he doesn’t care about that kind of thing, right? So when you ask him why his teeth are at your throat he smiles and laughs like you’re being silly, and says “I’ve been courting you for as long as I’ve known you, love.”

You ask Alpha!Soap to spend your heat with you because he’s so promiscuous. He’s slept with everyone on base, no strings attached, no broken hearts— obviously he’s a man who knows how to keep it casual, right? But when you’re pressed against him, stuck on his knot, he’s rubbing your stomach and asking “How many pups ye want, bonnie? Ah was thinkin’ we’d have a proper big family.”

You ask Alpha!Ghost to spend your heat with you because he doesn’t really seem to like anyone. Not the type to form attachments. Won’t give any part of himself to anyone, right? But he keeps you prone and pinned with his massive body, oriented so he can watch the door, grunting “You’re mine now, understand? Anyone who tries to get between me and my mate s’gonna end up torn apart.”

You ask Alpha!Price to spend your heat with you because he’s your commanding officer. He’s always been calm, cool, and completely professional with you. He wouldn’t compromise the structure of the team over some biological event, right? But he’s panting, tongue soothing over the fresh mark in your neck, telling you he’ll have a talk with your landlord once your heat is over about breaking your lease. “Gotta get you moved in with me, darl’. Pups’ll need more space to run around. What color do y’want the nursery?”

You ask Alpha!Nikolai to spend your heat with you because you trust him, but you don’t exactly have a relationship. You work with him some of the time, and he’s a good man, but he lives across the globe. He wouldn’t disrupt his globetrotting lifestyle to settle down with some omega he barely knows, right? But he’s cooing honeyed words in your ear that you can’t understand, one hand pawing at your abdomen while the other is at your throat, rubbing your gland and bringing the blood to the surface in preparation for his bite. “Imagine the look on John’s face— when he sees I’ve poached his prettiest little sergeant for myself…”

[n1ght0f-nyx]

pt 3 of my royal au! cod series

warnings/tags- this will end in poly icl!! eventual smut, not much rn just warnings ahead, these are just introductory drabbles!!

knight! kyle 'gaz' garrick x princess! reader

The training yard is blanketed in morning fog, the chill mist curling off the stone tiles like the exhale of some slumbering giant. It weaves between armored legs and the clangor of steel meeting steel, swallowing the sounds into a soft hush. You shouldn’t be here. This place—raw, loud, alive with sweat and calloused hands—is no place for royal silk and bloodline.

But still, you come.

Because he's here.

Sir Kyle Garrick, knight-commander of your personal guard, cuts through the haze like a blade through shadow. Each motion he makes—sword arcing, shield lifting—is refined, deliberate, disciplined. There’s an artistry to him that the court’s bards could never put into verse. Perspiration darkens the linen at his collar, glistens along his brow, dampens the curls that cling stubbornly to his temple. And yet, his poise never slips.

When he catches sight of you at last, he lowers his weapon and dips into a bow, his chest rising and falling with the deep rhythm of exertion.

“Your Highness.”

You cross your arms over your bodice, chin slightly tilted in mock reproach.

“Sir Garrick.”

He straightens with a lopsided grin, eyes alight with mischief beneath the edge of discipline.

“Spying on your knights again?”

“I prefer the term ‘inspection.’” Your tone is smooth, but your eyes flick to the sword in his hand, fingers twitching with curiosity.

His chuckle is low, warm, almost intimate. “Then what’s the verdict, inspector?”

You step forward, the hem of your cloak whispering over the dew-slick stone. You reach out, trailing your fingers along the weathered hilt of his sword. The leather is worn smooth where his hand has held it a thousand times, molded to him like a second skin.

“You fight incredibly,” you say softly, barely above the hush of the mist.

He blinks, a faint flush rising to his cheeks. His voice, when it comes, is quieter.

“Thank you.”

A heartbeat passes. Then, a flicker of something playful in his gaze.

“Care to try?”

You hesitate, eyes on the sword, heart thudding. “I might fall.”

He moves behind you, the heat of him bleeding through your layers of fabric. His voice is low, a promise.

“Then I’ll catch you.”

You don’t answer. You just take the sword.

[lay-z]

sleepy omega!reader x poly 141 just constantly wanting cuddles or just sliding into their beds in the middle of the night because the massive stuffed teddy in their nest isnt doing it for them-

Gosh dang it, I've become such a sucker for anything Omegaverse 🥹 Thank you for your request! I hope you'll like this blurb 🩷 And I'm so sorry this took so long, omg!

Pairing: alpha!TF-141 x omega!gn!Reader

Warnings/Info: military!Reader; packmates; alpha/omega dynamics; domesticity; hurt/comfort; fluff; teammates/friends to lovers

No matter how much you're tossing and turning while clinging to your favourite ginormous bear plushie (a gift from Price himself), your nest feels... off. It's not nearly as warm and cosy enough as you need it, and you don't understand why.

You haven't made any big changes, have you? You'd simply fluffed up all the blankets and pillows and plushies you own; the usual routine. Your nose wrinkles as you sit up inside your nest to sniff around in the dark. Okay, perhaps the scent of your pack mates isn’t quite there anymore—only barely lingering on your nesting materials, but that shouldn’t bother you as much as it does right now.

They’re right here, just across the hallway in their respective rooms or perhaps still lounging in the living room, quietly suffering with their episodic insomnia. So, knowing that they’re under the same roof with you should be enough, but it simply isn’t.

As you dig yourself out from under your pillow fortress, you immediately shiver as soon as the chilly winter breeze currently sweeping in through the cracked window hits your flushed body, because even in the deepest winter season, you cannot sleep with the window closed. And now clad, or rather drowning, in one of Simon’s hoodies and a pair of warm sweatpants, you’re still cold.

No, something isn’t quite right.

You feel too restless, uncomfortable, and lonely.

Crawling out of your nest, you scramble to your feet and make your way out of your bedroom and into the living room down the hall—where you can already see the flickering light of the flat TV around the corner, though the volume is low and heavily drowned out by your pack leader’s hackle-raising snores. 

Peeking around the corner, not wanting to disturb him, you find John sprawled out on the large armchair, clutching the remote in one hand, his head tipped back and mouth wide open while he continues to sound like a berserker with sinusitis. It’s an endearing sight, seeing him this openly vulnerable and relaxed, and you can't stop yourself from getting a whiff of his sleepy, musky scent as you sniff the air greedily.

It makes your heart flutter and a pleasant shiver run down your spine.

Oh, how tempted you are to simply walk up and crawl into his lap, bury your face into his chest and sleep with him like this, but you don’t want to risk waking him up, so you let out the softest sigh and slowly turn to sneak off into the other direction, back towards your own cold, empty bedroom—

Just to bump into a tall, solid mountain of lean muscle.

“Havin’ fun stalking the Cap while he’s knocked out cold?”

You swallow a surprised squeak and stare up at Kyle with wide doe-eyes as he swiftly reaches out to grasp your forearms to keep you steady and in place. His voice is soft, full of amusement, his warm brown eyes nearly twinkling in the flickering lights of the TV as he looks down at you. “Aw, did I scare ya, little mouse?”

You shake your head adamantly. “No, I was just getting a glass of water.” It’s a white lie, but you don’t want to start explaining something you have no explanation for yet.

Kyle lifts an eyebrow and releases you to cross his arms as he scrutinizes you while you can clearly see his nostrils twitch as he scents you discreetly.

“I see,” he replies eventually, though, knowing Kyle, you can tell that he’s not buying your lie one bit. “So, you’re good, yeah? Headin’ back to your den then?”

The question lingers in the air and as you open your mouth to answer, he beats you to it.

“Or perhaps another room tonight?” Kyle watches your lashes flutter as you blink dumbly, and he ignores the sudden urge to squish your cheeks with his hands and pull your face against his neck to scent-mark you thoroughly. “I’m just saying,” he shrugs, “ya haven’t been seekin’ out any one of us lately, ‘s all.” He’s not accusing you, just stating an observation he’s made.

And it’s true. You haven’t been seeking out the alphas of your pack; too afraid to be viewed as annoying or too clingy. It’s been hard enough to be the only omega in TF-141, after all. You don’t want to be their burden but an asset instead. 

Swallowing thickly, you really wish you had a cold glass of water right about now. “Uhm, well–” You press your lips into a tight line before you shrug, feeling like a complete idiot. At this point, you might be worse than Simon when it comes to articulating your feelings—not that you’d ever willingly admit that out loud.

“I just... don’t wanna bother anyone. You’re all stressed and busy and uh... yeah, I’ll just go back to my room, I guess,” you grumble, hoping that neither sadness nor disappointment spike your scent to tell on you.

Kyle lets out a small huff through his nose and rolls his shoulders as he listens to you. There’s a slight twitch between his brows as you mention being a bother to them, but then he fixes his face into a more neutral expression before he steps aside.

“Alright. Have a good night, sweetheart.”

You give a small nod, wishing deep down that he’d simply tug you along and make you sleep in his bedroom tonight, but Kyle stands stock still, and you walk past him back down the hall and into your empty, chilly omega den—somehow feeling worse than before.

Your gloomy bedroom feels even colder while you rearrange your nest for the third time, but never feeling satisfied with it. You keep swallowing down the little, high-pitched chuffs and whines of distress bubbling up in your throat; afraid someone might hear or smell the underlying bitterness now lacing your usually bloomy, comforting scent.

When the door suddenly creaks open, you freeze and hold your breath, spine straightening as you kneel in the middle of your nest, clutching your plushie to your chest.

“Relax,” Johnny chuckles quietly, his voice hoarse and gravelly with sleep, “…s’ jus’ me, hen.”

He slips through the crack and leaves the door ajar before he casually walks towards your nest, stretching languidly with a yawn before slipping inside with you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble reflexively, nearly whining, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

But Johnny only clucks his tongue, eyes already fluttering shut in bliss as he pulls you into his arms. “None ‘o tha’, hen,” he grumbles, letting out a contented chuff as soon as he buries his nose into your hair. “Ah missed ye.”

The vibration of his low rumble makes you shiver, it breaks you out of your momentary stupor, and you swiftly reciprocate his embrace, burying your nose into his neck and huffing his lightly smoky scent eagerly with a happy purr.

And while you and Johnny cuddle, bringing balance back to your room, your bedroom door is pushed open once more and a warm, musky scent is added to the atmosphere—like suede and cask aged bourbon.

Simon slips into your nest and curls his massive body around you from behind with nothing more than a deep, sleepy grumble as his heavy arm snakes around your torso, pulling you closer until the tip of his nose is pressed against the nape of your neck.

Feeling like you’re finally on omega cloud nine at this point, surrounded by two of your precious alphas in your own nest, you can barely hear the other two males stumbling into your room above the beginning snores coming from both Johnny and Simon.

“C’mon, Cap, this way.” Lifting your head up, you can hear Kyle mutter quietly as he guides a sleep-drunk Captain Price towards your nest.

“Stay.” Johnny mumbles in his sleep, curling his arm tighter around your waist below Simon’s arm as you shift in their snug embraces, but before you can reply, Price lets out a soft growl—not a warning but a non-verbal order—and suddenly, all four men arrange themselves in your nest, dragging their bulky bodies around sluggishly until they’ve build a proper cuddle pile around you.

They end up snuggling and hugging you one way or another, their noses pressed into your skin while you’re practically buzzing as you purr for them.

“T’was a proper pain in the arse to wake ‘em up, sweet’eart,” Kyle mutters with a soft sigh, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “Next time you feel like this, you let us know. We’re here to take care of our ‘mega… and don’t lie to me again,” he grumbles, interlacing his fingers with yours tenderly while your heart thuds steadily against your chest.

“You’re a shit liar.”

[leyavo]

Omega!reader that rejects every bond that any superior offers.

You don’t speak much, that the Alpha’s and Beta’s that have asked you to join them think you only know how to say no.

So when Roach comes along and doesn’t force a conversation to hear you talk, you can’t help but be drawn to him.

Price watches the two of you go about your days in silence. Subtle hints that you are comfortable around the Beta, Roach. Your elbow brushing his, knee touching his thigh as you sit next to him on the sofa in the rec room.

How you lift your gaze each time Roach enters the armoury, where you work. Slight nod of your head as you offer a nonverbal good morning.

The way you sit with him in the canteen, nothing but the sound of your forks scraping the trays. How you trade food that you don’t like and go back for seconds when it’s not busy.

Each time they return from an op Roach searches for you, his boots no longer heavy and dragging along the floor. No, he just needs to see you, feel your presence not your voice.

Your scent merging with Roach’s that Price asks you if you’d like to join their pack. He’s seen the positive impact you have on each other.

And Roach doesn’t complain when he finally hears your soft breathy voice.

“Yes, Alpha.”

[countrycritter]

Alpha!Reader comes back from the mission to Omega!141, except they’ve had a revelation.

Reader realized while they were on the mission that maybe they were being just a bit overbearing with the guys. After all, they weren’t used to tapping into their omega instincts so Reader decides to take their comfort down a notch.

They still take care of the 141 after a mission and look over them to make sure they’re okay, but other than that they don’t make too much of a fuss.

Reader insists that they don’t have to have a nest and that they won’t make them do it. The guys can make their own comfort nests out of each others’ clothes, right?

Reader doesn’t make the effort to constantly pump out their woodsy scent to calm everyone down. Besides, it didn’t really help much before anyways.

Overall, Reader is pretty unbothered and has learned to lay off the omegas a little. Meanwhile the 141 is STRUGGLING.

What do you mean they had to go WEEKS without their the alpha and don’t get all their attention as soon as they get back???

Bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. They want to have Reader’s woodsy scent on the nest that they INSISTED they didn’t need (they do need it).

They want to be doted on and taken care of by the calm alpha plaguing their minds every single waking moment.

But they’re stubborn. So instead the 141 will continue to make small gestures hinting towards the fact that they wanna be cared for, meanwhile Reader just brushes it off.

But the real question is… why is Reader waking up every night to one of their the omegas cuddled up to their side, covered in THEIR blankets and scent?

[bunnibombz]

Pt 3 because I can't stop thinking about him...

Links to pt 1 and pt 2

Pt 4

Alpha! Simon who wakes up later in the morning to the sound of thunder rumbling and the sweet taste of your slick against his lips. A deep groan buzzed through your body when he locked his arms around your waist to hold you down against his mouth, lips and tongue laving over your clit and clenching hole as you moaned and clutched at his hair

Alpha! Simon who can feel himself getting painfully hard again in the light of your arousal, the sound of rain against the window and the soft sounds of your pleasure dragging his eyes shut again as he smothered himself against you. Wanting to live in this moment with you forever.

Alpha! Simon who fucks you roughly on his fingers, trying to fight the burning instincts telling him to sink you down on his cock again. Wanting to respect John as your Alpha even though it made his jaw ache to think about leaving you after this.

"Easy Omega where's Price?" He asked as you moved down away from his mouth to rub your sticky cunt against his throbbing length.

"Makin' breakfast" you mumbled against the hot skin of his throat, where his scent was the strongest, the smell of your mixing pheromones had you grinding against him.

"Maybe I should go get him" Simon said, lifting you off easily and sliding to the edge of the bed. As he got up and was about to pull on his underwear he felt your hand grab at his hip. He turned before he thought and groaned probably too loudly when your lips made contact with his cock, standing at attention with a leaky tip as you kissed and sucked the skin of his shaft.

Alpha! Simon who can't help but thread his scarred fingers through your hair, fucking against your mouth as you swallowed around him with a moan that had his thighs shaking. He wanted to go get John and at least let him know that you were awake but goddamn if he was gonna try and pull you away when you were looking up at him so pretty, watery eyes and drool running past the tight seam of your lips as he bumped the back of your throat.

"N-Need to go get John" He stuttered, pulling hips back only for you to follow and suck him back against your tongue. "Lovie, come on-".

"No need" John's voice said from the doorway, cup of coffee in his hand when Simon looked over his shoulder. John stood from the doorway and walked around the bed, a soft smile on his lips when he saw you. John's heavy hand smacked down on your bare ass, drawing out a whine as his scent began riling up in the air.

"Ravenous isn't she, Simon?" He asked with a smirk, observing the multiple hickey's across the other Alpha's chest. "She'll drain you dry and keep asking for more". Simon could only grunt in agreement, not trusting his voice to reply as your tongue slithered across his sensitive head, fresh pre-cum running against your tastebuds.

Alpha! Simon who was paying no attention as John undid the tie on his sweatpants and got up behind you on the bed, didn't notice until you cried out with a warbling moan around his cock.

"My greedy little Dove" John cooed as he pressed a kiss against your spine, "Let's see how you handle two at once, maybe that'll tire you out".

[beloveds-embrace]

(Poly 141 x unusual reader, omegaverse setting)

You were born with a rare genetic mutation wherein you lack all the hormones that decide your designation and give you your unique scent. It makes you abnormal- but also an advantage for the military, where you are unburdened by heats or ruts or pissing contests brought on by emotions. It makes you a glue even stronger than Betas, on top of you slippery infiltration capabilities.

John Price has never regretted pulling you into his Task Force even if it took his pack a while to get used to someone who just… was not like any of them. Who had no scent and no behavioral cues. They adore you now, either way.

They don’t adore how fucking oblivious you are to their advances, though.

Possessive behavior

[angelloverambles]

Alpha!Nikto who feels like a failure as an alpha. As a result of his time with Mr. Z, his scent gland is damaged. Heavy scarring covering the area, making his scent hard to find. While it's helpful for the job, it's not helpful in attracting a mate. He’s getting older, he wants to settle down. Maybe have a pup or two. None of the other operators of KorTac know his want to find a mate, why would he bother to tell them? Why do they need to know? 

Until a scouting mission with you. An easy mission, really just sitting and waiting but in the heat of the sun? He's absolutely sweltering in his gear, his scent only truly clinging to his sweat. His scent is wonderfully masculine, smokey and warm like a bonfire, promising warmth and comfort. He doesn't say a word about his own scent, thinking you don't notice it, but it's hard to resist sliding closer to him. It’s hard to tame the urge to investigate further. 

Maybe he’d let you, all you'd have to do is ask…

[koenigsdossier]

Accidents

You and König are both omegas, but your heat cycles have never been an issue as you both took heat suppressants. It was a requirement in the military. Everyone had to take heat or rut suppressants to avoid any messy situations, and so you could be battle ready. But König had been so focused and stressed out about his upcoming mission that he had completely forgotten about taking his pills.

+18 NSFW, Omega König, König with vagina, grinding, marking, Omega reader, reader has vagina but no pronouns mentioned

You had woken up to a very hot and very sweaty König as he clung to your sleeping body, grinding his extremely slick cunt against your thigh. His sweatpants were completely soaked in his slick, the fabric doing nothing to separate you two. You were glad you decided to wear shorts to bed. Not that it really mattered, König's soaked cunt seemed to flood the bed with slick.

"K-König?" You called out to him in a shaky voice. Your eyes had fluttered open a while ago, but your sleepy brain couldn't catch up to what was happening. All you knew was that König was on you and grinding his swollen cunt across your thigh. König whined out your name, your ears able to hear the weak and wobbly sound he had to his voice.

"I-I'm sorry... Didn't mean to wake you... I... It hurts... It's too hot and it hurts... I'm sorry..." He cried to you, the moonlight that poured through the curtains catching his tears. You felt your sleepy mind wake up instantly at his words as it connected the dots. König's body was burning up, and he was saying it hurts as he rolled his hips down against your thigh. He was in heat.

You should have noticed the signs. His scent had been stronger all week. He couldn't sleep as he obsessed over the placement of the pillows and blankets on the bed, trying to make a nest but failing. He was sensitive to anything you did. He would almost start breaking out in tears if he felt like he was bothering you with his obsessive clinging. You put off his tells as stress from preparing for an important mission he was assigned to. You should have known better.

"Fuck, you're in heat. D-Did you not take your suppressant?" You tried to sit up to assess König better, but he was huge for an omega, and his clinging was weighing you down. It didn't help that your movements had caused his heat numbed mind to panic either.

"D-Don't move... Don't leave... Please, it hurts so bad... J-Just need to cum and I'll feel better..." He pleaded with you, stuffing his face in your neck as he tightened his hold on your waist. Even though you were an omega yourself, König was going to you like you were an alpha. He still sought out your scent as he nuzzled your scent glands, breathing you in heavy as he activated them. You placed a hand on the back of his head, holding onto his mask tightly as you sure he stayed pressed against you. The whine he let out and the small tears that fell onto you broke your heart a little. There's no telling the last time König's had a heat. He joined the military so early, and suppressants were a requirement. It's probably so overwhelming for him, your poor omega.

"König, baby, you're in heat. You need an alpha o-or something..." You whispered in his ear, hoping he could understand some of what you were saying through his heat haze. It seemed he did as he pushed his head even deeper into your neck somehow as his grip on you became bruising.

"N-No! No, alpha... Don't want an alpha, just you... Please just you..." König did not want anybody near him except for you. You had to admit, you didn't want anyone near König right now either. He was way too vulnerable right now, and the thought of anyone seeing him like this made your body burn with possession. It was early in the morning, and you doubted anybody was up anyway. Still, you had to push your instincts aside and try to convince König to let you get help.

"I can't knot you though... You need an alpha so they can knot you... I-I don't know what else to do..." You told him gently, your other hand rubbing circles on his back. You felt König's hips stutter and a high whine leave him at the mention of knotting. You thought his needy, omega mind would agree with you, but instead, he shook his head no against you.

"N-No... Don't care if you can't knot me... I don't want an alpha... I just want you... Please... Please don't go get an alpha..." As if you even could get up. König may be in heat and incredibly sensitive right now, but his strength still remained somehow. You let out a sigh, not knowing at all how to deal with König. He wasn't letting you up, and he refused to listen to any logic. Were all omegas like this?

"At least let me call Horangi, please. I need his advice." You kept your voice soft and gentle as you whispered to König. König's body shuddered at the mention of Horangi, his body tensing up before he let out a defeated whine. Horangi was an alpha, but he was also König's best friend. You watched as König reluctantly removed his head from your neck, eyes glossy and wet with tears.

"Only call him... Don't let him come over here..." You felt relief flood you as König agreed to let you call Horangi. Your hand on the back of his head moved to his front, gently grabbing the end of his mask and pulling it up. König wanted to protest his mask being pulled up, but some of the heat left him as the air hit his face. Your thumb caressed the side of König's face, making him feel a bit calmer as your skin touched his.

"I'll only call him, promise... How about you take off your pants and use my thigh while I call him? Does that sound good?" Your hand on König's back trailed down to his hip, rubbing the material of his sweatpants against his heated skin.

"Y-Yeah... That sounds good." You felt relief that König agreed with you. You didn’t want to have to mean or rough with König when he was like this. He was already sensitive and crying just from the heat and pain in his lower half. You didn't want to add more stress to him. You took your hand off of König's face and placed it on his waist, slowly sliding it down as your other hand curled around his waistband. Gently, you pulled König's sweatpants as far as they would go in his current position.

"Lift your hips for me, baby." You gently command König, your eyes flickering up at him. His face was already flushed red and had soft tear streaks trailing down his face. It broke your heart a little to see König in such a state. You're so used to seeing him so strong and able, not weak and vulnerable like this.

You felt his hands leave your waist, now placing them on each side of you to steady himself as he lifted his shaky hips.

"Good boy... You're doing so good... Such a good omega for me..." You gave König reassurance as you pulled his pants down to completely exposed his pussy. Your brows furrowed as you could see how his slick was sticking to his pants, a line of it keeping the two connected. You couldn't deny the sight made your own body start to fill with desire, but you had to stay focused. Especially when König let out a low whine and decided he couldn't hold himself up anymore. You let him lay on you, tilting your head up so he had complete access to your neck as he buried himself back in it. You let out a gasp when he placed his swollen cunt back on your leg. You could feel the throb he had to his pussy, how swollen his clit was, and how his leaky hole clenched around nothing. You could already tell how bad his condition was before, but feeling him skin to skin just solidified it. God, your poor baby.

You lifted your leg a bit, making sure your flesh stayed pressed against König as he began to grind against you again. It was slow but desperate, his cunt feeling too sensitive and overwhelmed for any sensation on it. But at the same time, his body needed stimulation so badly. He couldn't stop.

"Oh, it does hurt. I can feel it. I'm so sorry, baby. I'll try to make it better, I promise." You cooed to him as you ran your hands up his back, rubbing circles into him to try to soothe him some more. The whimper that left König due to your words tugged at your heartstrings. The instinct to make your omega feel better and take all his pain away was strong, even as an omega yourself. König was your boyfriend, the person you loved and cherished. It was only natural that you felt this way. You almost forgot all about calling Horangi for help.

Begrudgingly, you turned your head away from König, looking at your nightstand for your phone. It felt like pain shot through both of you when you took one hand off of König. Neither of you wanted less contact with each other, but you had to call Horangi. You doubted he was even awake at this time, but you still had to try. You yanked your phone off the charger, not caring if the action caused damage to it at the moment. You quickly dialed Horangi, hoping and pleading in your head that he would pick up.

"Why the hell are you calling at this time?" Horangi's voice fell from your phone after one too many rings.

"König's in heat." König let out another whine, like he was confirming your sentence.

"What!? Umm fuck, okay... Do you want me to come over there?" Horangi's voice wasn't sluggish or irritated anymore. He seemed to be fully awake now. You could hear the rustling of bedsheets on his side.

"No, he doesn't want any alpha's near him at all. He only wants to be around me." You subconsciously pressed your hand down on König's back, making sure he stayed close to you. König pressed his face deeper into your neck in response, his grinding getting a bit faster as he inhaled your sweet scent deeply.

"Is he fucking stupid? You can't knot him. He needs an alpha. That'll be the fastest way to get him some relief." Horangi couldn't help his harsh words. He was woken up and immediately told his best friend was in heat since the first time in forever. You knew this, but it still didn't stop the anger in you from flaring up. You didn’t even notice how König whined at the change in your scent.

"I know that! But he's being stubborn about this, and I don't want to stress him out more. He's in pain- König..." You were interrupted by König pressing kisses to your neck, directly on your scent glands. He was trying to calm you down, to get that fully sweet scent back that he needed. It was calming you down but also making the heat pool at your belly more.

"He won't be in pain if an alpha knots him... Just mark him and make him cum for now. I'll do some research and call you back. You owe me." Horangi hung up before you could respond, but he gave you sound advice. You could mark König and ease his heat's desires just a bit. It wouldn't stay and be permanent like an alpha's, but it would work for now.

You let go of your phone, letting it fall beside you as you returned your full attention back to König. He was licking at your neck now, absorbing every bit of scent that poured out of you. The feeling of his tongue made shivers run down your spine to your own cunt.

"K-König, want me to mark you?" You spoke lowly to König, your hands now on his shoulder blades as you massaged the muscles gently.

König’s tongue stopped mid lick, his hips stuttering and his body tensing up as he registered your words. He pulled his head away from your neck and looked down at you. His eyes were already pleading with you as a whimper left his lips. He pressed his aching cunt down on your on thigh even more desperately as he began to grind rapidly. It seemed just the thought of you marking him was enough for him, to bring him closer to relief.

"Y-Yes! Please... Please do... Please... W-Want your mark so badly..." König whined out each word in a desperate plea. You moved a hand further up him, cupping the back of his neck and forcing him down against you again.

"I'll give it to you, don't worry... You can mark me afterward..." You whispered to him, your lips brushing against his neck, making his hips stutter in anticipation. You took a second to breathe in König's scent as it poured from his scent glands. It felt like you were drowning in König. His scent was already taking up the room, but you've haven't had the chance to take it in fully yet. You couldn't help the moan that rumbled in your throat as his scent took over all your senses.

"My omega smells so good... Such a perfect scent..." You whispered against him before placing a kiss on his scent gland. You were rewarded with König's hips stuttering and a beautiful whine falling from his mouth, one from pleasure and not pain this time.

You wasted no time in biting down on König. You opened your mouth and licked one stripe over his neck before biting down harshly on him. You couldn't go soft with this. It had to feel like an alpha was marking him, claiming him as their own forever. You felt his body tense up against yours, his hips freezing in their desperate pace as the sensation of being marked filled him.

"Y-Yours... I'm yours... All yours..." König moaned out, soft tears falling from his eyes as the sensation took over him. In his omega brain, it really felt like an alpha was marking him. It felt so good to have your teeth sink into him. You could feel the throbbing in his cunt get harsher and leaking more slick onto your plush thigh.

"That's right... All mine, my omega... My beautiful, perfect omega..." You confirmed against his neck before sinking your teeth back into him. König let out a soft sob, tears blurring his vision and falling from his face as your teeth felt so good biting into him. He bucked his hips sloppily against you, his cunt feeling much more sensitive but also so desperate for release. You moved the hand still on his shoulder blades down to his hip, helping him rut his slick pussy down on your thigh. You flexed the muscles in your thigh, providing a more firm surface for his clit to rub against. Everything you were providing for König made him rut against you faster as he chased after the sweet promise of relief.

You wanted to offer more words of encouragement, but you figured keeping your teeth on his hot flesh was helping him out more. You kept your thigh as still and steady as possible for König. Your hand on his hip gripped onto him tighter, making him keep up his pace. You began to lightly suck on the flesh you had between your teeth, making sure there would be a mark left on König.

"D-Don't stop... Please don't stop... G-Gonna cum... Please..." König pleaded with you, panting and moaning out each word. You wouldn't be able to stop König from cumming if you even tried. His warning was entirely too late as he suddenly tensed up completely, and his mouth hung open. You could feel how his swollen clit twitch and throb on your leg as he came. His hole fluttered around nothing as slick and cum poured out of him. Your bedsheets and mattress were definitely ruined and tainted with König. Not that you were complaining.

König continued to buck against you, milking out every last drop his sensitive cunt had to offer. You could hear how he was crying softly from oversensitivity as he quickly became overwhelmed but unable to stop his hips from rutting weakly against you. You let go of his neck, placing a soft kiss over the mark that was already forming before you spoke up.

"König, stop moving. You're gonna overwhelm yourself. Here..." You kept that same gentle tone with him you've been using as you used the hand on his neck to push his head back down into your neck. His tears wet your skin as he inhaled your scent again, making him calm down from his release. But he was still moving his hips, still whining and crying from the oversensitivity his body was experiencing.

"Stop moving and mark me." You pressed your hand down harder on his neck to make his lips pressed against you, encouraging him to mark you. It worked too as something seemed to snap in his foggy brain and bit gently at your skin. You let out a satisfied hum and moved your hands back on his back again, rubbing those soft circles against him. Slowly but surely, he stopped moving his hips down against you. All his attention went into marking you, the need to claim you planted in his mind heavily.

"There you go... Good boy... Just relax and claim me... I'm yours..." You cooed at him, getting a whine in response as he bit harder at your flesh. His heat seemed satisfied for now, his body relaxing against you as he put his claim over you. You didn’t know how long he would stay like this, though. It was going to be a long week for the both of you. Your poor, poor omega.

[hyperprosexia]

cw: 18+ | omegaverse; pregnancy; bonded mates; jealousy; alpha!ghoap x fem!omega!reader

your alpha mates, simon and johnny, who go through a strange kind of behaviour once you do end up carrying their pups.

suddenly, there seems to be an imbalance between your beloved mates the sweet affection and mutual respect they shared now withered like rose petals, despite your efforts to keep the stem watered.

perhaps your love isn't enough, though?

perhaps you're not loving on them equally?

or perhaps it's the fact the other can sense who has managed to knock you up during your last heat just as well as you can already tell?

you do feel especially drawn to simon since that night. even more so since you figured out what's been causing your hormones to go haywire along with that morning sickness and fatigue.

while simon keeps claiming that he knew he's finally done it the moment his knot had lodged itself inside your eager cunt, johnny keeps challenging him every chance he gets taunting and snapping and growling at him from his side next to you.

and johnny is especially clingy now that your bump starts showing at five months pregnant, carrying not one, but two pups at that.

he's ushered you into the bedroom again, helped you arrange the large nest to your liking before pulling you right into his loving arms as you rest with your back against his bare, furry chest.

it's nice, peaceful. you feel loved and cared for in a way that has you purring, though it's not the lack of attention or affection that's been stressing you out, it's

"my turn," simon grumbles lowly as he enters the shared bedroom. he's been looking for you for a minute too long for his liking, and finding you curled up against johnny again leaves his wolf snarling and his stomach churning with the acidic need to protect and possess his pregnant omega.

"move, mactavish."

behind you, johnny stiffens. "negative. ah need this."

the tension rises at once as they snarl at each other; air thickening as their usually calm and soothing scents turn bitter, nearly causing you to gag.

"stop," you trill, squirming in johnny's embrace as the puppies move inside your bulging belly, sensing your distress. "no more fighting. i need you two to start getting along again."

johnny's growling almost stops completely when he senses your shifting mood; it lowers to a soft warning that vibrates against your back while simon approaches the nest, towering with his broad shoulders squared in a display of alpha dominance.

and even though he's not meaning to intimidate you, you duck your head naturally.

"he's been hogging you for days, love! i miss you," simon huffs, pinning johnny with a sharp glare; tawny eyes glinting with fury as he watches the other alpha's hands caress over your bump. "these pups are mine and so are you."

you wince when johnny's growl rises again.

"she's mine, too! the fuck are ye on about? ye can rest with her later."

"i want to rest with her now."

"johnny." craning your head back to gaze at him, you let out a soothing chirp. "make some space for simon, please."

johnny tuts and huffs, melts underneath your stare when you blink your eyes up at him so prettily, and he relents with an annoyed chuff.

and simon looks all too smugly about it, when johnny obeys your request.

you're shifted and moved carefully, manhandled with the utmost care by the roughest pairs of hands on this planet, until you're laying on your back, staring at the ceiling in the dimly lit bedroom while both of your massive mates sandwich you between them.

yet they're still acting like a pair of petulant toddlers, fighting over who gets to have their favourite toy as they keep growling at each other, holding eye-contact over the ample swells of your breasts.

as you let out a deep sigh, johnny nuzzles your shoulder apologetically.

"ah cannae have one moment with ye without tha' big geezer bloody growlin' at me."

"one moment? tch," simon countered, rubbing his mammoth palm over your baby bump self-soothingly. "you've been spending way more time with her than me."

while they continue to growl at each other so quietly, anyone else wouldn't be able to hear it, you keen softly: "i just want you two to get along again."

eventually, you reach up to cover their eyes with your hands respectively; blinding them like one would a predator to calm them down and cutting off the view of each other.

"enough," you hiss warningly, their sour stench agitating your omega and maternal instincts. "no more fighting, you're upsetting me and our pups, and i cannot deal with it anymore."

both men go silent immediately once they can hear and smell how much their behaviour is affecting you. they take deep breath, nuzzle against your warm palms, and start to relax into the mattress of the nest at last. for now.

as you lower your hands again, johnny scoots even closer to you.

"ah jus' wan' tae be with ye, bunny."

on your other side, simon wraps one heavy arm around you, careful as he rests his hand on your pregnant belly. "and i need to be with you, pet."

"and i need you both equally," you remark emphatically. "this pregnancy is already taking a toll on me and i need you both to take care of us."

whining softly, you squirm between them on the mattress, trying to get more comfortable.

"i'm scared as much as i'm excited."

finally, realization seems to dawn and click inside their thick skulls, and then your alphas share a long look full of understanding and raw determination something you haven't witnessed in months.

suddenly, a concoction of wet oakwood, warm brandy, and featherlight soot mixes with that of sugarplums, clean cotton, and dried cloves, and you inhale it deeply as you feel a new wave of fatigue seep into your limbs; turning them heavy and full of lead until you're practically pinned to the mattress.

and while johnny gently nuzzles your sensitive scent gland, simon continues to rub and feel up your swollen belly, cherishing every single tiny kick and flutter of his growing pups as you arch into their gentle ministrations with a happy, content purr.

"can we turn off the light? i'm tired already," you keen and yawn throughly, snuggling even closer to both alphas to steal their warmth while scent marking them as well.

they can't help themselves but coo at the sound of your yawning, finding it both endearing and adorable; all too aware that you're growing tired more easily as pregnant and ripe as you are now, and needing more attention and tender, loving touch all things only they can provide.

neither of them can quite handle how precious you are, especially now. it fills them with a strange, possessive pride to know that they're the cause of it though one of them in particular.

johnny pulls the duvet over you, making sure to keep you warm and comfortable next to him, before flicking off the bedside lamp.

"lemme hold ye, hen," he mumbles under his breath. "cannae sleep if ah don't."

he curls himself around you like a needy mutt, and buries his nose into the crook of your neck, nosing along your skin, determined to leave no space between you two while simon nuzzles the crown of your head, inhaling and huffing your scent like an addict, his muscular legs all entangled with yours.

"rest now, pet," he rumbles with his hand still splayed over the curve of your bump possessively below the duvet.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

pt 2 of my royal au! cod series

warnings/tags- this will end in poly icl!! eventual smut, not much rn just warnings ahead, these are just introductory drabbles!!

Royal personal assitant! John 'Soap' Mactavish x Princess! Reader

credit to @strangergraphics 4 da banner/divider thing!!

Your chamber is in chaos.

Velvet gowns hang half-overturned across your bed, jewels spill from chests like liquid light, and ribbons lie tangled across the floor in a battlefield of color. You sit on a velvet stool, half dressed, hair only half-braided, and already half-regretting agreeing to tonight’s banquet.

Then comes the knock.

Not sharp like the guards. Not cold like the chamberlains. It's three brisk taps followed by a gentle, “Permission to enter, your highness?”

You sigh.

“Get in here, MacTavish.”

The door creaks open and there he is: sleeves rolled up, a stack of scrolls under one arm and a smirk under his breath.

“Holy shite,” Soap says as he takes in the mess. “the feck 'appened in 'ere?”

You glare at him.

“Didn’t ask for commentary.”

He drops the scrolls on the side table and starts picking up the jewelry like a seasoned lady’s maid. “Ye never do, but ya still get it. That’s the deal, remember?”

He talks easily, comfortably, as he hands you a comb and gestures for you to sit. You raise a brow.

“Since when do you do hair?”

He shrugs.

“Learned from my sisters. You lot aren’t that different..yer just louder.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. The tension in your shoulders starts to ease. He works quickly, expertly, braiding strands and weaving in soft pearls with a craftsman's touch. When he speaks again, it’s softer.

“You don’t have to go tonight if ya don’t wanna... I’ll make an excuse... tell 'em ya fell ill.”

You blink.

“You’d lie for me?”

He grins into the mirror. “I’d kill fer ya. Don’t tempt me.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile lingers.

[lay-z]

pregnant!omega!Reader being insatiable at five months pregnant and driving your alpha mates wild with your neediness. — [ 18+ ] PRT. 1 | Kyle & Johnny

You keep whining and yowling dramatically, calling out to all four of them in your cozy nest, and smiling slyly, when you hear their swift feet carry them to you—like a pampered princess ringing a tiny bell for her servants.

Only that instead of food or drink, you require their fat knots and hot mouths instead.

"Steamin' Jesus," Johnny groans, dragging his tongue over the curve of your large baby bump, up to the valley between your swollen breasts. "Gonna give us a bloody heart attack one o' these days, hen."

Next to you, Kyle nuzzles your throat, tugging on your hair to gently tilt your head back for better access.

"Let her be, Soap, our sweet 'mega needs us." He sucks a mark into your neck, eliciting a moan from you while his chest rumbles with a growl.

They're both as naked as you are, warm and solid as they surround you just how the doctor said they should whenever you get anxious and needy; filling the nest with their calming scents, pheromones oozing oof their skin, aphrodisiacs tangy in their saliva.

Johnny peppers wet, open-mouthed kisses over your swollen breasts, lavishing them with sweet attention while your darkened nipples peak and tighten, causing your toes to curl and your breath to hitch with a pained whine.

Both alphas growl softly, all too aware of your sore body, and the strain the two unborn pups are putting on your lovely body.

"Lemme help ye, luv," Johnny husks, licking his lips as he gazes up at you with dark eyes, dark like the deep blue sea. "Lemme taste ye, aye? Ease tha' pressure in yer bonnie tits."

Kyle utters a breathy curse against your spit-slick skin as Johnny's words affect him, too. He pulls back to look at the other alpha before cupping your jaw to smooch your lips, murmuring: "I want to help you, too, baby. Can we?"

You nod, panting softly as your eyes flit between them. They both look utterly wrecked already—lips swollen, eyes hazy, cocks hard and pulsing between their muscular thighs.

"Yes, okay," you mewl, huffing as you prop yourself up in your elbows while Kyle helps you. "I need your help."

Their nostrils flare at your pathetic little mewls, bulging muscles flexing with restraint as they shift their positions, laying down on each of your side.

"Been fuckin' dreamin' about tastin' yer milk, luv. Fuck." Johnny is beaming, his cockhead leaking clear droplets of pre as he slowly ruts against your thigh, dragging the sticky mess along your supple skin. "Am starvin' f'ye."

Kyle cups your left tit reverently, thumbs over your stiff nipple before rolling it between rough fingertips until a small drop of pale golden liquid dribbles over his knuckles.

"Holy shite, lookit this, baby." He swallows thickly and his throat bobs. "You're leakin' for us." Johnny snarls at the sight, something wild and feral clawing behind his ribcage, and Kyle growls at him. "Easy there, Soap. Don't scare her."

"S-Sorry," he mutters, and his buff chest heaves with panting breaths; sweat matting the dark hairs on his pecs and running down his taut stomach. "Ah'll behave, hen."

When they both finally latch onto each of your ample breasts, plump lips closing around puffy nipples, your eyes roll back so hard, you fear you might faint at the sudden jolts of relief and pleasure wrecking through your body.

Kyle suckles gently, circling your sensitive areola with the tip of his tongue while massaging the underside of your breast with his hand to make you leak more milk into his eager mouth, his hazel eyes shut in bliss, dark lashes fluttering over his high cheekbones.

Johnny, on your other side, sucks on your tit like he's at the verge of dehydration, one hand splayed on the curve of your large belly possessively. His moans are muffled, his jaw unhinged to fit more of your flesh into his mouth while he drools and huffs breaths through his nostrils, eyes twinkling like azure gemstones as he stares at you adoringly, unblinking.

Words leave you as your body and mind succumb to the feeling of your alpha mates taking care of you so eagerly, so loving. Your head lolls back, your back arches as the tension leaves your chest only to pool between your legs, wet and warm.

When your angled knees fall apart and the scent of your arousal becomes more prominent in the air around the master bedroom, both Kyle and Johnny act instinctively—two different hands sliding between your legs to cup and toy with your mound.

Fingers petting your bush, parting your folds until you mewl and moan, exposing your slick heat to the air until your clit swells even more, pulsing with need.

"S' fuckin' good, luv," Johnny mutters around your nipple, liquid dribbling from the corners of his mouth to run down his stubbly chin, looking like a fat puppy high on mommy's milk.

"Taste bloody divine," Kyle agrees, flicking his tongue over your nipple with a lewd groan before kissing the spot where your heart flutters rapidly while his fingers rub figure eights over your swollen clit, changing between fast and slow strokes until you're panting and dizzy with arousal.

"Ngh–Kyle–" you sob, nails digging into the plush blankets underneaths you as your legs begin to tremble; your climax building up deep and intense at the base of your spine.

Suddenly, Johnny slips two fingers into your sopping cunt, grinning against your tit as you yip wantonly. "Tha's right, lovie," he murmurs, his voice a low gravel. "Feel us both, aye?" He curls his fingers deeply inside your silky walls, brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly as he fingerfucks you slowly.

Their simultaneous stimulation and the lewd suckling and smacking of their lips against your tits is enough to make you combust, bracketed between them—all warm and needy and safe.

You cry out when you climax, face twisting in pleasure-pain as your spine curves against their bodies, belly bulging while your pussy quivers and clenches; gummy walls sucking Johnny's thick fingers in, clit throbbing under Kyle's fingertips.

They watch with glee and awe as you fall apart between them, eyes glinting with pride, and cocks twitching and drooling precum with raw desire for their perfect omega.

"Beautiful," Kyle breathes, leaning in to nose along your jawline before helping you ease down on your back again. "So bloody gorgeous, babe."

You go pliant, blood rushing like warm molasses in your veins, eyes glossy and unfocused as you shudder with pleasant aftershocks when Johnny pulls his fingers out of your fluttering hole.

"Aye." He grins, gazing down at you with a cheeky grin. "The bonniest 'nd best fuckin' omega there is, and ye're all ours."

And then he brings his fingers up to lick your syrupy slick from his digits with a lewd moan, eyes rolling back into their sockets as the saccharine taste of you bursts on his tongue, mixing with the aftertaste of your sweet colostrum.

"Oi, ye muppets!" Price's voice suddenly booms through the house, causing both younger alphas to duck their heads, eyes wide with shock and slight fear of possible consequences.

You're too blissed out to care, fully aware that no harm or reprimand would ever come to you in this state, while both Johnny and Kyle whimper deep in their throats, squirming and rather panicked as they look at each other for help.

Then, two pairs of heavy steps can be heard marching up the stairs.

Price and Simon. You giggle softly, rubbing one hand over your pregnant belly as your puppies stir at the commotion.

The door to the master bedroom flings open, revealing two more rather pissed looking alphas.

"Oh... shite," Johnny grumbles, curling up behind you while Kyle glares at him, huffing: "Bloody coward."

"You both knows she's supposed to be resting," Price growls lowly, hands tightening into fists as he assesses the scene.

Next to him, Simon rucks his balaclava up to sniff the thick air sharply before he snarls: "Could've called us, too, ya fuckin' twonks."

[leyavo]

| The Bite | 1

| Part 1 | series masterlist

Human!reader that grew up with beta!Johnny and they’ve been inseparable ever since.

Johnny even scented you as a teen, so that no one could take advantage of you and you could be safe with his family pack.

Even though you have your own family, you used to live on the borders between your two kinds. Sneaking out to wander the woods with Johnny and his siblings. Mud splattered your shins and knees that your mother used to scrub them with bleach and a hard bristled brush.

So naturally you end up living with Johnny in the residential house on base, but he forgot to mention the guys. The two beta's and alpha he's been with for years now. So easy to forget that you’re human sometimes and not all clued into the pack dynamics.

That and all the other small task forces/packs that roamed the base. How they lean down to sniff you, hot breath fanning against Johnny’s bite mark on the side of your neck. It never did quite fade, even after Johnny swore it would.

How some of the others call you Pet, because that’s what you are to them. No different from you humans that have dogs, Johnny’s got himself a nice human pet.

They never say it around Johnny though, no he hates the way they say it. A snarl ripping from his throat, you blink and he's got them by the collar of their t-shirt, pushed against the wall.

But you can’t help but like it when Alpha!Price calls you Pet. How the word falls from his parted lips, gaze fixed on you as he waits for you to correct him. How he quickly changes his tune, calling you Petal whenever Johnny’s around.

John Price such a gentlemen, of course he'll look after you when Johnny's not about. How he presses his mouth to your mark each full moon when the burn is unbearable, teeth grazing the puckered skin and hands keeping you in place from squirming.

> [Part Two]

[Cod omegaverse masterlist]

[countrycritter]

It’s always omega reader this, omega reader that..

Feast your eyes on Alpha!Reader and Omega!TF141 😈

Alpha!Reader who was put in the Task Force by Laswell even though the 141 didn’t want another member. They got increasingly more angry when they were informed that the new member would be an alpha.

Let me tell you these men are hella feral. They’ve learnt to not only push down most, if not all, of their omega instincts but also take care of each other with these accommodations.

And then Reader walks in, displaying as the complete opposite of these feral omegas. They are very in-touch with their instincts and often very calm when not on the field.

Of course, on instinct, Reader immediately claims them as their own even though the 141 absolutely HATES them.

Their comforting woodsy scent always fills the room when they go to see one or multiple of them (they just wanna make sure their the omegas are comfy).

Reader doesn’t even hesitate to give up their food when they so much as sense that one of the guys are hungry.

If they sense earlier on that one of them is coming down with something, they’re immediately fussing over the soon-to-be-sick omega. (The men are pissed meanwhile Reader is STRESSING.)

Reader who made a nest for them because the 141 refuses to have one on the regular (Reader was heartbroken when they found out).

The men show nothing but disdain towards Reader but they don’t seem to notice just from the constant doting they do towards the omegas.

One day, Reader has to go on a solo mission for a few weeks, nothing major right? The 141 realizes that maybe they do need their alpha even though they refuse to admit it.

Sorry this is very scatter brained :(

[bunnibombz]

Alpha! Simon who packs his overnight bag when Price called him for assistance, though a little apprehensive despite the other Alpha's reassurance. It would only be for a night or two. Your heat had gone on longer than it ever had before and showed no signs of stopping, John hadn't slept in nearly four days despite breaks and had reached his limit.

Alpha! Simon who is immediately on edge the moment he steps into the house. Filled with the scent of your heat and the protective pheromones of the Alpha chugging a bottle of water in front of him. The older Alpha reassured him again, running through the game plan like the military Captain he was. John would shower, eat, and sleep for an hour or two and then take over when need be.

Alpha! Simon who felt better about this situation knowing that you weren't bonded yet, wanting to wait until you were married next year. and also knowing that this scenario had been discussed in length before your heat with Simon in mind. Knowing you trusted him so much had his heart pounding.

Alpha! Simon who knew it wasn't conventual for an Alpha with their Omega in heat to ask another for help but was willing to do anything, especially for you.

Alpha! Simon who was all soft rumbling purrs and hushed tones when he opened the bedroom after being bid upstairs by Price when he heard you begin whimpering. You showed no signs of distress as he laid a warm hand against your shoulder, your scent brightening a bit and untying the knot that had formed in his stomach.

Alpha! Simon who practically melted under your touch as you pulled yourself into his arms, rubbing your scent on any bare skin you could find, his cock swelling and teeth aching under the thick pheromones of your heat

Alpha! Simon who, in an attempt to control his instincts, lays you down against the sheets despite your whines of protest and slots two of his fingers in your wet pussy with ease, stifling the satisfied growl that threatened to spill as your slick leaked down his fingers.

"s'allright Lovie, I'll take care of you for a bit," Simon murmured, throbbing in his pants when you began fucking yourself on his fingers as he curled and flexed them to reach that soft spot inside of you, "sweet little bunny, cum for me and I'll give it all to you"