#Of Pups And Wayward Omegas

[whisper-in-the-night]

Undesirable

Plot: Thomas is omega who will never find his true mate. Or no?

Warnings: omegavers; slight mention of bullying; deviation from the canon; omega!Thomas Hewitt, alpha!male!reader / Y/N

Note: it's my first work in this fandom and even first work in Omegaverse, so I hope it'll be fine. Thanks for reading. About 3-4 chapters planned here.

Part 1 | Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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It's hard to be an omega. And it's even harder to be an omega when you don't fit the description of an 'ordinary, attractive' omega.

Thomas understood the essence of this system from his childhood, as soon as he went to school. And although, because of his strength and size, Hewitt thought he was at least a beta as a child, fate seemed to mock him. During one of the tests to determine the second gender, his results finally turned out to be positive. The young man nervously looked at the neatly folded piece of paper in the envelope. He carefully pulled it out and unwrapped it. Many of his health data were written on white blank paper, but what caught his attention was the green inscription in the middle of the sheet "Omega".

At first, the boy did not attach importance to this word, his childish curiosity and some naivety accepted it simply as a fact. Other children in the class were violently discussing their secondary genders, sharing their impressions and all that. A couple of minutes after the results were given, Thomas was approached by a group of children who had previously often mocked him because of his external features. As soon as they surreptitiously noticed the inscription in Thomas's results, mocking laughter broke out in the crowd. "Look at him! He's a freak! So also omega! No alpha in your life will look at you, monster," one of the boys said enthusiastically, grinning nastily.

That evening, Thomas locked himself in his room. After several unsuccessful attempts to invite her son to dinner, Luda went up to the second floor and gently knocked on the child's door. There was no response. Then she cautiously opened the door. The lights in the room were turned off and the windows were curtained. The woman cautiously went inside, when suddenly she heard a slight crunch under her feet. Picking up a crumpled piece of paper from the floor, Luda read the unfortunate word. She carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the child into her arms. The boy allowed himself to cry out loud, burying his face in his mother's chest, clutching the fabric of her dress in his fists.

As the years passed, the Hewitt family was left alone in this ill-fated town on the outskirts of Texas. They had to come to the current of life that we all know about. This family consisted mostly of betas, with the exception of the youngest, Thomas. And yet now, life seemed much easier for him. Since he left school, just for many years, his abusers have grown up and left, and Thomas has become a little easier. Although self-doubt and pain remained deep in his big warm heart. He really believed in their words. Thomas was too big and strong man to be a desirable omega. Too strong, too big, too wayward, too rude. The man has long accepted his place in society. Although sometimes he still sat in his room at night with a heavy heart. Sometimes he wished he had a mate he could rely on, a mate who could protect him and calm his heat, maybe even give him pups. But Thomas knew he didn't have time for that, he had to protect the family.

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The sun seemed to come out of hell in Texas this year. The heat was incredible, there was a drought all around. The small grass turned yellow, and those rare trees turned into a kind of deadwood. There's not a cloud in the sky.

Thomas was helping his mother in the store, it was damn stuffy in the room. Recently, due to the intense heat, there were no visitors from the word at all, so he did not care about his appearance at all. The sleeves of a light-colored shirt were rolled up to the elbows, dark tangled hair was pulled into a low ponytail, only a few strands fell over a face in a leather mask. The man's brown trousers were slightly damp from how often he wiped his sweaty palms on the fabric.

Suddenly, a light ringing of the door bell was heard, followed by Luda's tired but pleasant voice.

"Hello, how can I help you?" the woman asked the man who entered.

"Oh yeah, hey. I'd like to refuel my car," you replied smiling, scratching the back of your head, "Do you have some gasoline?"

The woman smiled slightly, which caused fine wrinkles to run across her tired face, and turned towards the back room, shouting a short "Tommy!". A couple of minutes later, a dark-haired man came out from behind the shelves, holding a canister of gasoline. His gaze slid down on you, as if assessing you, and his eyes widened for a moment. You were a tall, muscular man, it seemed, even one and a half times bigger than Thomas himself. Your short sleeved high-collared shirt was unbuttoned at the top buttons, and because of the sweat, the outlines of your strong body showed through the damp fabric. You were also wearing beige breeches that hugged your toned ass beautifully. Thomas licked his lips almost instinctively and came out from behind the counter, handing you a can of gasoline. And indeed, you were almost a head taller than him, which made Thomas feel almost small, which had not happened to him for a long time. The man's nostrils were touched by your island fragrance. Something like an orange with black pepper and bergamot mixed with your body's natural scent. Your pheromones, even under a veil of suppressants, made Thomas feel heavy in his knees.

You smiled briefly and picked up the canister, lightly brushing the rough skin of Thomas's fingers. It almost made the man blush. You took your wallet out of your pocket and handed the woman some green bills, so she nodded curtly.

"Tommy, can you help the young man?"

He didn't need to be asked twice. Although Thomas hesitated a little at first.

Thomas followed you outside in case you needed help, which he clearly doubted. You looked like a confident, independent person who didn't need anyone's help. Besides, you were clearly an alpha, given the smell of your pheromones. It was an extra time for Thomas to be in your presence. He had met alphas before, at least because many of his victims were one, but he had never felt such a strange sense of comfort around an alpha before. Your presence calmed his inner omega.

"The summer is too hot this year," you muttered with a slight grin, sorting out the car and seemingly hoping to strike up some kind of small conversation with the big guy. There was no response. Thomas's head was too busy with your pleasant scent. "You're not the talkative type, are you?" There was playfulness in your tone, but you clearly weren't trying to humiliate another man. Thomas frowned a little at first, listening to your words, but eventually relaxed, nodding briefly. The scars on his face always made it difficult for him to speak clearly, but lately, due to the intense summer heat, every word he uttered seemed almost painful.

After ten long minutes of intense silence, you finally finished refueling the car and put the empty canister on the ground, brushing off your hands.

"Well, thank you. I think without you, I would already be stuck somewhere on the road in this wilderness..." You said, looking back at Thomas and smiling amiably. "Well, alright. I'm already a little late. I wouldn't like to be late for my sister's birthday. For missing her 'special day' one more time, she'll definitely stab me half to death," you said with a light laugh and patted Thomas on the shoulder, "Bye."

Finally, you went to the car door, got into the driver's seat and started the engine, driving away from the old shop.

Thomas watched your dirty beige car drive away for a long time. Your touch is still clearly felt on his hot skin, and his head is slightly dizzy from the citrus scent of your body.

[thebiggerbear]

Dean Winchester Fic Recs List

Rec list under Read More:

The Stranger by @deanwanddamons - Demon!Dean turns up in the bar you work in. You are drawn to him, but can’t work out why.

No One Will Notice by @deanwanddamons - Y/N hopes that she sees the mysterious Dean again.

All She Wants by @pink-sparkly-witch - As an Omega, Y/N’s biology dictates that she needs to be claimed and have pups. Despite seeing her through her heats for years, Dean – the Alpha Y/N wants to settle down with – refuses to give her what she needs.

A Helping Hand by @deanwanddamons - Dean is tired after a hunt, so asks Sammy to drive Baby. You and Dean cuddle up in the back seat.

Always Remember Us This Way by @wayward-dreamer - Maintaining the facade of a normal life while hunting was harder than Dean had imagined.

Into the Unknown by @deanwanddamons - Dean is desperate to get laid. Will his hunters instincts betray him?

A Moment Of Peace by @wayward-dreamer - All Dean wanted was a moment to himself, but a chance encounter in the Men of Letters bathroom may grant him everything he’s ever wanted. Set between 14.03 The Spear and 14.04 Mint Condition.

Blind Love by @jawritter - Dean is struck blind by a witches’ curse, and it’s up to the reader to look after him while Sam is gone to try and find a cure. The reader has to overcome her shy nature and feels she’s hiding from Dean in order to make him feel better.

Too Close To Gone by @jawritter - Dean's been gone for a year. You have been gone from the Bunker for just about as long. When you finally get the guts to go back "home" after leaving, someone you never thought you'd see again stumbles into your life, and now you have to figure out how to move on with a constant reminder of what you've lost following you around in the flesh.

The Devil's In the Next Room by @jawritter - They told her he was The Devil in the flesh. She was just a hired escort, so it should have been just another job, so how did she get in so damn deep?

You Deserve To Be Happy by @jawritter - Even heroes get lonely. Dean had resided to his fate that one day he would die alone, but one trip on a supply run changes all of that.

I'm Going Down by @jawritter - Six years was a long time to be alone, but as fate would have it a wounded stranger that you find in the woods would not only turn your world upside down; but he might just save your life in return.

When the Lights Go Out by @jawritter - Life hasn't been your best friend lately, you lost your job, and are on the verge of losing your apartment. Who knew when you decided to join a Sugar Daddy app that your best friend suggested in a last-ditch effort to save your apartment, and not end up on the street, your first and only client would turn your whole world upside down.

having sex with Dean and you passing out after your final orgasm by @impala-dreamer

Best Surprise by @smol-and-grumpy - Dean only has eyes for Y/N, not even the relatively hot co-worker can persuade him to stray. No matter how hard Bela tries, he told her that she’s never going to get his dick — until she does, technically.

Smooth Operator by @smol-and-grumpy - Dean Winchester has a crush and his friends think the only way to get over a crush he’s not ready to act upon is, to get under someone else. Or at least getting off as many times as he can in order to lift up his mood. That’s the story of how he came to be sitting on his couch, with a gift card from a phone sex company in his hand, and enough credit to last him a couple of orgasms.

We'll Be Alright by @smol-and-grumpy - Detective Dean Winchester is assigned a new partner against his will. He’s not happy about it — until he is.

Sweet Relief by @smol-and-grumpy - Dean suffers a serious case of blue balls.

Best Night by @smol-and-grumpy - You took Dean out to a local music festival to distract him and according to him, it was a good night, if not the best.

Take You For A Ride by @smol-and-grumpy - What do you say when Dean wants to take you for a ride?

Tease by @smol-and-grumpy - You’re a demon and Dean teases you when he gets the change.

Redlight by @smol-and-grumpy - Dean Winchester is a rich, recently divorced entrepreneur who visits Los Angeles for business. While he was out with acquaintances one night and was waiting on a limousine to get back to his hotel, he witnessed a woman in need, and rushed in to help, only to learn that the woman was a prostitute. Dean should have left after he made sure she was okay, but there was something about her that wouldn’t let him walk away.

Instant Attraction by @smol-and-grumpy - Dean Winchester is thirty-eight and the stepdad of her best friend Ben. He’s caring, goofy, dorky, sexy and has a deep soothing voice. She wants him so bad, but he is more than a decade older than her. The thing is, she knows he wants her too but he’s holding himself back. How far can she take it until he caves? — Or the one where Dean tries to resist but fails miserably.

The Wedding Date by @smol-and-grumpy - After her engagement with her stupid ex crumbled and burst into flames, Y/N tries to get her life back together. She’s fine — or at least she was — until she got her sister’s wedding invitation in the mail. A wedding in which her ex will serve as the groom’s best man. In order to show her past fiancé that she’s totally over him, she needs to show up with a date at the wedding, even if it’s just a pretend relationship with a male escort whom she pays a lot of money for. But pretending is all it is, because she can’t let herself fall for an escort — or can she?

A Little Crush by @smol-and-grumpy - Rule #1 — Do not fall for your client. It sounds so easy, right? When Y/N made up the rule, she never accounted for the day that she’ll meet her teenage celebrity crush, and she has certainly never anticipated that they’ll become such close friends. No matter how much she wants to deny it, she quickly falls head over fucking heels for Dean Winchester.

To Be Free by @smol-and-grumpy - Escaping and hiding away, that’s what she wants to do. Her parent’s remote cabin in the mountain sounds like the best place for it. There, she meets someone from her past - a green-eyed mountain man.

What I Want Most by @smol-and-grumpy - Dean’s life has been all work and no play lately. When Gabe, his friend, coerced him into tagging along to a club, he couldn’t say no as Gabe has been pestering him for a while now. What Dean didn’t expect was that he’d meet his match in that club in the form of a stunning woman with underlying daddy issues.

Legally Yours by @smol-and-grumpy - Dean Winchester tops the list of hottest entrepreneurs 2020 and yet, there’s still something he wants but can’t have because, in order to get that, he would have to settle down and get married. She agrees too quickly because she wants to secure a more comfortable life for her and her daughter. Will she be able to help Dean get what he wants without losing herself in the fake story they spin up to deceive his father and the world?

Something Just Like This by @smol-and-grumpy - Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Sky Full Of Stars by @smol-and-grumpy - He’s Dean Winchester, ex mobster boss, still a little cocky, less ruthless and not at all short tempered anymore. Instead, he thinks he’s hilarious (she doesn’t agree, though). They both try to live a quiet life. And Dean hopes, very hard, that his former life won’t come knocking at their door.

Euphoria by @smol-and-grumpy - He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.

Teacher Of the Year by @smol-and-grumpy - Heartbroken and restless, she walked into a bar with the full intention of getting smashed but she got more than she bargained for. Much more.

Cross My Heart by @smol-and-grumpy - After opening up a letter, the life as she knows it, changes forever. Her husband hires Dean Winchester to protect her but is Dean really who he said he was? And is her husband really worried about her safety?

After Hours by @smol-and-grumpy - They’re just outside of Helena, Montana, when they get pulled over. Dean knew that nothing good can come out of letting Y/N behind the wheels of his Baby. Little does he know that it’s probably the best thing that could happen to them in months. That good thing comes in the form of a tall, green-eyed Sheriff.

The Fool by @jawritter

Right In Front Of You... by @jawritter

I Hurt Too by @jawritter

Living With Regret by @jawritter - Death can be hard to deal with in any aspect, but when you’re in the life, it’s something you deal with all to often, and carry with you until it’s your turn to burn.

Don't Let It Show... by @jawritter - She’s had enough of him, just like every other woman always seems to, and normally, he doesn’t care, but this time…this time it hurts.

Touch Starved by @jawritter - Sometimes when the hunt is hard, and his mind is loud, Dean just wants to be close to someone he loves, but is to scared to say it out loud. Thankfully, she knows him better than he knows himself.

Something Unexpected by @wayward-dreamer - Jody needs back up on the hunt she’s on, and Sam and Dean aren’t going to be enough. She calls in Y/N Y/L/N, without knowing that Dean and Y/N can’t stand each other. Things come to a head during the hunt, words are said, and feelings are hurt, but something unexpected occurs. Something new with the promise of more, if they only give in to how they actually feel for each other.

Something Wonderful by @wayward-dreamer - Dean and Y/N have been together for a few months now. Despite that, there’s still tension between them. Y/N has been pushing him away and Dean’s sick of it. When he tries to find out what’s wrong, some things are said that aren’t meant. Later when they try to fix things, Dean finds out what Y/N has been keeping from him and why she’s been pushing him away in the process.

Christmas On the 26th Floor by @wayward-dreamer - Still keeping their relationship a secret, Dean and Y/N attend the annual Christmas party at Smith Construction Co, where they still manage to find a way to spend the night together.

Love On the 26th Floor by @wayward-dreamer - Y/N has been working as a personal assistant to the successful CEO of Smith Construction Co, for just a few weeks. It may not be her field of expertise, but she needs this job to pay off her student loans and live her life as she tackles a part-time Masters degree at the same time. She finds her boss Dean Smith incredibly intimidating and insanely attractive; but an office fling is the last thing she needs, especially with her employer.

Before You Know It by @wayward-dreamer - Dean has to leave for a business trip in London, giving Y/N the idea of making sure he has something to keep him satisfied while he’s away.

Better Than Fantasy by @wayward-dreamer - Y/N moves in with Dean, and finds herself in a dilemma when she can’t stop fantasizing about all the things she wants him to do to her. She has no idea that Dean has a few fantasies of his own.

The Cost Of Friendship by @wayward-dreamer - After a string of troubled ex’s and bad dates, Y/N is frustrated, wanting something with no strings attached for a while. She turns to her best friend Dean and they find themselves in a friends with benefits arrangement. However, Dean has a secret. He’s been in love with Y/N since their high school days and he’s never found the courage to tell her. Could now be his chance or will he end up with his heart broken?

caught in the act by @dilfs4bunny - dean covering you with his leather jacket whenever sam accidentally catches y’all in the front seat of the impala

Fever Sex by @l13

Marlin and Nemo by @supernatural-jackles - After getting kidnapped on a hunt, and tortured for seventy two hours, you’re having trouble getting back to normal. You figured a drink before bed would help, only Dean has other plans to help you move forward.

Marry me in the battlefield by @herstarburststories - Dean decides to propose you in the midst of a hunt.

Morning Cuddles by @winchesterfanatic1967

Voicemail by @sunbaby01

Fake Yours by @supernatural-jackles - Your brother is getting married to one of your best friends, and you’re the maid of honour. Your horrible mother is on your case about showing up with a date, as you ex, the best man, has moved on. Your only option is to beg the stranger who took you home, to pretend to be your boyfriend until the wedding is over. How much pretending did you really have to do to convince them all it was real

Ladies With Experience by @hintsofhoney - When Dean makes an off-handed comment about “preferring ladies with experience”, you try (and fail) to not let it get under your skin. You’re a virgin, but you’ve done just about everything else, and when you talk to Dean about it, he offers to be your first. He’s your best friend, and you’ve been in love with him forever… who are you to deny him?

The Triplets by @welldonebeca - Lizzie moves in with her favourite honorary Uncle, Beau, to find work in a big city, and starts sharing a house with him and his other two twins brothers. The triplets - Dean, Ben and Beau - couldn’t be more different and more similar at the same time. One thing they all share? Well, they all want to fuck her, of course.

Stolen Crown by @roonyxx & @jay-and-dean - What happens when she is sent in a world that isn’t hers, but with very familiar faces ?

No, Screw You Sweetheart by @jawritter - You HATE Dean Winchester, I mean really, REALLY hate him.

Head To Head by @wayward-dreamer - Bobby is retiring from the Head of Department and sourcing a suitable candidate for the position. Dean and Y/N are each other's main competition, but the fight for the job leads to an unexpected but satisfying outcome.

My Best Friend... by @jawritter

Strip Studying by @awkward-and-indecisive - You have an exam tomorrow but can’t seem to remember anything. But your boyfriend, Dean, has just the technique in his mind to help you study.

The Talk by @avanatural - Jack catches Dean and Y/N while they’re being intimate. The Nephilim has a lot of questions about what he witnessed, and Dean takes it upon himself to answer at least the most important ones.

Dean and Best Friend!Reader where he makes her squirt by @imyourbratzdoll - dean makes his best friend squirt after she confesses that no one ever has

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by @deanbrainrotwritings - sharing a room with sam when dean has the sex drive that he has usually means he has to be quiet when he’s doing the dirty with his girl.

Rules Were Meant For Breaking by @waywardxwords - You meet a mysterious man on your flight. When a long travel day turns even longer, you find yourself breaking all of your personal rules as you get to know the stranger.

Movie Night by @deanwanddamons - Dean and Y/N have a movie night which ends with them making a movie of their own.

Daddy In A Different Way by @kaleldobrev - A simple misunderstanding leads an older woman to believe that you and Jack are together, not you and Dean. But Dean does a “very good job” at clearing things up…But maybe not in the best way.

admirer by @nesnejwritings - Mornings were easy and they always gave you a chance to admire your favorite green-eyed hunter

*I will add more as I go

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[suzloo]

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering what you're personal headcannons are for Bruce Wayne?

(and wondering if you'd write anything for the Call of Duty modern warfare characters?)

Bruce Wayne Headcanons:

- In my eyes, he's an omega because despite what others would think, he has more traits of an omega than an alpha.

- Despite being on scent blockers and heat suppressants because he wants no one to know his secondary gender, most people assume that he's an Alpha, even those on the Justice League who don't know his secondary gender.

- He has constant puppy fever. Whenever he sees a sad pup on the streets, he has the intense need to bring them in. As he gets older, Alfred has to stop him because it gets out of control. It's mostly due to him losing his parents. If Alfred won't let him adopt said pup, then he'll put them through one of his many organizations to help wayward pups without parents, paying for their schooling and meals.

- At first, the puppy fever was brought on because of his parents dying. It got worse when Dick left when he was older, which is why he took on Jason. Then it got to catastrophic levels once Jason died and he literally had to have a pup around him so that he didn't succumb to omega devastation.

- He was the one who gave birth to Damien. He was under the affect of a heat inducing drug and thalia was conveniently the only Alpha nearby. He didn't hate being pregnant as much as he thought he would and actually considered it a 9 month vacation while Dick took over. After that, his puppy fever was severe. Like he genuinely doesn't mind being pregnant again but theres only so many times Batman can "mysteriously disappear" for 9 months. Although Gotham citizens are kinda dumb so he might be able to get away with it.

- His nest consists of mostly clothes that still have his kids "puppy smell" on them.

- Loves it when his kids lay in his nest with him, even if they're not pups anymore. It just brings him comfort to have them close to him.

- The older he gets, when his heats are far and few in between, his puppy fever gets stronger. If you've ever seen That 70s Show where Kitty was going through menopause, he's like that. Constantly staring at babies, constantly looking at baby things, reminiscing about when his pups were younger, it's just "baby baby baby, must be pupped, want pups." On the brain constantly. Alfred has to reel him in and remind him that he already has 8 pups, 9 if Terry Silver pops up.

- Speaking of Terry, Bruce would be devastated to find out he has a pup, who's, well, not really a pup anymore, that he didn't get to raise.

- Went through severe devastation when Dick left and it nearly killed him when Jason died. Losing a pup is the worst pain any omega can feel.

- Adopting Tim got him out of that devastation. It might have looked like he was "replacing" Jason but it was for the betterment of his health, he would have succumb to his devastation if he didn't.

- Has only been pregnant once but he still lactates, even before his pregnancy. Dr Leslie thinks that it's just his body's abnormal way of responding to his puppy fever, even if his pups are way too old to nurse or if they're not even pups anymore.

(Also, yes I'll write for the COD Men)

[weebsinstash]

werewolf dude: anyways you’re my fated mate so now you gotta come live with me in this isolated community called a “pack”, i’m the alpha wolf uwu so everyone obeys me. i’m going to mark you so we can have a mating bond, you have to obey me too and give birth to pups uwu. also you’re not allowed to contact anyone outside of the pack.

darling: bro that’s literally so cringe wtf

No but for real I've literally sat and thought about how most of these werewolf traditions or weird pack behaviors would be absolutely bizarre and fucked up to an outsider, like either to a human or to a "long lost" wolf raised outside of any pack who got retrieved (which is another story idea I've had but, for another time maybe)

I'm just tickled of the idea of like, human/wayward wolf Reader encounters this small little town that turns out to house almost exclusively werewolves and it turns out the Alpha wants you as his mate/you're his fated mate from the Moon Goddess, and as you're beginning to learn more about their "traditions and culture" you are just sort of unapologetically freaked out

Alpha: and that's the quarters where the Omegas sleep once they're done tending to their work for the day and--

Reader: wait is that slavery. Oh shit that's slavery isnt it

Alpha: what?

Reader: you guys are assigning people specific roles in your society based off of their birth and you automatically make one class of people the servants below everyone else and a lot of people juat treat them like shit outright just because of rank? Bro that's a caste system, that's slavery, what the actual fuck, do you think that's normal?

Alpha: uh..... yes

Reader, shoving breadsticks into their purse: I have to go also I reject you as my mate + L + ratio + the wifi out here is shitty anyways

No but it really is a ticking time bomb before I write something completely original and I was kinda mentally tossing around ideas of what to do with that. It'd be fun to write some cheap little $3,$5 self published story of my own (I mean some of these audio books are straight trash and they still make money lol) but then I worry of the legality of like, does anyone actually hold claim on some of these ideas and I could get in trouble if I were to officially monetize it isk 😩 also don't a lot of more accessible "publishers" like Amazon just outright have clauses entitling them to your works. No thanks.

But yeah just imagine you're starting to really get along well with this guy and then you find out all the werewolf stuff and he's just shocked when you reject him because "I didn't even do anything" but you assert that the very way he thinks and was raised and his very community and environment is repulsive to you, and then well, he just forces you to stay anyways! I mean, YOU'RE the one who followed an Alpha straight onto his own pack grounds where he has full authority. There's not really anyone here who's going to help you escape, let alone disobey their leader.

[vivalavili]

Ten months of captivity. Ten months of being away from my mate. One month since my precious pup was born.

I knew I had to get out when the leader was thrilled I wasn’t pregnant anymore, so that he could put one in me.

And so, I did. I snuggled Luca up tightly wrapped against my chest and found my saber, slashing through multiple men as I stole a ship, managing to get away.

But… they must have been prepared for that, only filling ships up enough to reach one of their checkpoints. Once there, I had to find someone willing to take in a wayward omega and her pup, feigning that innocence that comes with regular omegas, the innocence I don’t have due to the Jedi.

That man only took me so far, and each station I had to put on the same act, begging for someone to take me near my mate.

But this station… this station is swarming with troopers. Thank the Force.

I hurry over to one, “trooper.” I address him.

[thedarklordmegatron]

Of Pups and Wayward Omegas - Chapter 2

It’s finally up! Nearly two weeks late...whoops. I’ve been working 12 hour days, 6 days a week atm as well as having to finish my cosplay for my last Con xD It’s done now though and the next chapter will be up quicker than this!

AO3 Link

As the fic contains Mpreg I’m going to whack it under read more, just in case my followers don’t want to read it :)

It was shortly after seven-thirty in the morning and during a particularly strong contraction, that Prompto heard three pairs of footsteps thump around upstairs. From where he knelt in the centre of his nest, chest resting on the largest and fluffiest pillow he could find, Prompto pointedly ignored their calls. They would find him soon enough, his scent would make sure of that. He was more interested in focusing on the contraction and trying to get through it. Thirty-six seconds after the now familiar pain began, it finally ended. Sighing in relief Prompto shuffled around, trying to alleviate some of the pain in his lower back to no avail. With a huff he grabbed his phone and set the timer, continuing to ignore his mates as the footsteps thundered down the stairs and the calls increased in volume.

Three echoes of ‘Prompto?’ followed by a wave of familiar scents suddenly assaulted his senses. Pulling his head away from the pillow he stared at the heavy wooden door separating him from his mates. They obviously knew where he was, he could see the Noct’s shadow as the other Omega tried to peer through the gap between the door and floor. He continued to stare in their general vicinity in silence until Gladio threatened to break the door down.

“‘M fine” He called out, his voice muffled as he turned his head back into the soft fabric of the pillow. He could hear his mates shuffling around on the other side of the door, but his attention was taken away from them by a harsh kick to his spine. Hissing in pain he rubbed his bump. “Come on baby, please stop kicking.” So far he had managed to keep his composure, burying his fear in favour of focusing on safely delivering his pup.

Early in the morning after being woken by his water breaking, he’d broken down. Not quite able to believe that after so long, after so many lost pups, the little one inside him was so close to being safe and most importantly, alive in his arms. That he was finally going to be a parent. It was almost too much for the young Omega, and he so desperately wanted to wake his mates and bury himself safely in Gladio’s arms. But he didn’t. Instead he found the playlist Ignis had helped him create for the labour months earlier, and made himself comfortable as he focused on calming down. He was going to be the bring this pup into the world safely and he was going to be a much better parent than his own, nothing was going to hurt them.

Once again he was forced to speak up when he overheard Noctis start panicking. “I’m fine.” The voices fell silent.

“Prom.” Gladio rumbled in response. Six that voice never failed to make his legs go weak, not that they were particularly strong in that moment. “Open the door please.”

“I’m fine.” He repeated for the third time as he carefully shifted to lay on his side, wedging a pillow between his legs (He’d have to remember to wash it later) and another behind his back. “I can do this.”

“Darling, no one said you cannot. We just want to help.” Prompto would forever be grateful for having Ignis’ calm personality in his life. “How long have you been in there?”

“All night.” Prompto replied, voice barely loud enough to be heard, but heard he was if Gladio’s soft curse was anything to go by.

“C’mon Prom, open the door please.” Noct chimed in. The shadow beneath the door, or lack of one, informed Prompto that his fellow Omega had laid himself down. Whether he was still trying to look in was another thing entirely, it was most likely that Noct had simply gotten lazy and couldn’t be bothered to stay kneeling.

“I can’t. The door’s locked and I don’t want to move. ‘M comfy.” He shot back. It wasn’t a lie, he had made himself quite comfortable and really didn’t want to get up or well...shuffle across the room to open the door for his mates. Still, it was amusing to hear and smell his Alpha’s frustration. Unlike Ardyn, even when Gladio was frustrated there was never any malevolence to it, and if there was it was never directed at him. Initially that frustration had been terrifying, Gladiolus was after all significantly larger than Ardyn could hope to ever be, but after being accepted into the back his size was more comforting than threatening.

“Baby, please open up. I promise that once you’ve opened the door you can lay back down and you won’t have to move again.” Gladio said. Prompto huffed and looked over at his phone, three minutes and twelve seconds. If the last few contractions were anything to go by, he had about two minutes to get to the door and settle down again. With a fair amount of difficulty Prompto was able to shift onto his knees and start crawling towards the door, there was no way he was going to try to stand up if he didn’t have to. He’d tried that once a couple of hours ago and very nearly face-planted into the floor.

It was just as he released the lock that the familiar pain started up once again. Grunting in pain he placed his hands on either side of his bump and hunched over. Closing his eyes he tried to retreat into his head, focusing on breathing through the pain and attempting to time it. He lost track at thirty eight seconds when the pain finally overwhelmed him. As soon as the first cry tore itself from his throat he was bombarded by the comforting scents of his mates, as well as a soft crooning noise that could only be Ignis. He gasped when it finally subsided. That had undoubtedly been the most painful contraction yet.

“Shift away from the door Prom.” Gladio said softly and it was only when a hand touched his back did Prompto realised they had managed to open the door a fraction. Just enough to get their arms through but nothing more. Doing as asked, the labouring Omega shifted slightly and blushed when Noctis wriggled his way in through the larger gap. He’d completely forgotten that he was naked. In spite of having spent plenty of heats with his packmates, he was still incredibly self-conscious about the state of his body, more so when the stretch-marks appeared.

“Hey Prom” Noctis whispered with a smile. Slowly and cautiously he approached the blonde until they were within arm’s distance of one another, at which point Prompto gladly collapsed against him. Nuzzling Noctis’ neck and inhaling as scent. Immediately Noctis’ arms were around him as he returned the gesture. “You should’ve woken us up Prom.”

“Sorry” Prompto whimpered, clinging onto him as though he would vanish at any moment.

“You have nothing to apologise for darling.” Raising his head from Noctis’ neck, Prompto was greeted by the sight of Ignis and Gladio, the latter carefully maneuvering himself through the doorway in an attempt to prevent it from swinging open and hitting one of his mates. He couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, a sound which brought a smile to everyone’s faces. Ignis leant over and pressed a kiss to Prompto’s forehead, moving aside a moment later to let Gladiolus do the same.

While the Alpha and Omega lavished the youngest member of their pack with affection, Ignis took stock of the nest. Eyes landing on the damp pile of blankets and abandoned clothing  in the corner, accompanied by a few empty bottles and water and an apple core. It was quite obvious what had happened.

“I forgot to time it.” Prom mumbled after a few minutes. The three looked at him in confusion. “I’ve been trying to time the contractions and the space between them. Forgot to do it this time.”

“The contraction lasted forty-three seconds.” Ignis added helpfully with a warm smile. “I began timing it as soon as your scent changed.” With a smile of his own Prompto reached out and took Ignis’ hand. “We’ll time the space between the next two, one missed one isn’t going to cause too much of a problem.” Lifting Prompto’s hand to his mouth he pressed a kiss to the back of it. Prompto pulled a face and placed a hand on his bump, moving away from Noctis slightly to look down.

“Please stop kicking me.” He said softly. Gladiolus tilted his head and shuffled around the pair of Omegas, laying himself flat on the ground so he was eye level with his pup’s current home. Grinning up at Noctis and Prompto he winked.

“Stop kicking you mother pup.” Gladio chided playfully. Prompto made an almost inaudible noise and shifted once again, a sure sign that the pup was quite happily ignoring its parents.

“I blame you for this.” Prompto joked as he relaxed against Noctis once again, dropping his head onto his shoulder. Despite his earlier determination to give birth to his pup alone, it was a relief to be surrounded by his pack, his mates. Behind him Ignis started rummaging through Prompto’s collection of blankets, throwing the damp ones down the hallway and setting the clean ones off to the side.

Noctis watched the Beta over Prompto’s shoulder “What are you doing Specs?” He questioned.

“It may have escaped your attention but this is hardly the most hygienic location for a child to be born.” Ignis started, wrinkling his nose when he discovered three apple cores hidden beneath a pillow. Gladiolus sat himself back up, keeping a hand on Prompto’s thigh. Collecting up the pillows Ignis set them against the far wall, he’d organise them once he had cleaned up the mess. Satisfied that everything was in a more manageable state, he turned to his three mates. “Gladio, Noctis, why don’t you take Prompto upstairs and get him in the bath while I finish up here.” The blonde Omega looked back over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “You’re thighs are covered with various fluids darling, and a warm bath will help with the aches and pains.”

Prompto had completely forgotten that he was entirely naked from the waist down, and how disgusting his legs were. A bath was a really good idea. Aw crap. He was pretty much sat in Noct’s lap, almost certainly covering him in said birthing fluids. Not to mention Gladio had been lying on the floor beside him. He blushed brightly and ducked his head, burying his head in Noctis’ shoulder.

“Don’t be embarrassed Prom.” Gladio said, noticing the way his Omega tried to hide his face from them.  “We’ve been covered in worse.” Noctis snorted, playfully swatting at the Alpha while Prompto whined and tried to shrink in on himself. With a groan Gladio climbed to his feet, nudging a few pillows out of his way. “C’mon babe, let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up.”

It took both Ignis and Gladiolus to get Prompto onto his feet, though they had to pause mid-way to allow him to breathe when his back twinged in pain. When he was finally on his feet Prompto took a deep breath and stretched his arms above his head, after spending so many hours on his knees and in various positions laying down, it was almost a relief to be standing once again.

“Oh, ow.” His hands desperately searched for the nearest body, which just so happened to be Ignis. Grabbing onto the Beta he bowed his head as another contraction tore through him.

“Easy baby.” Gladio soothed, stepping up behind Prompto and massaging his lower back. “Breathe in time with Iggy.” Rather than attempting to copy his breathing patterns, Prompto elected to take a deep breath and let out a soft moan.

Noctis moved to stand beside his mates, wringing his hands together. He longed to touch them but wasn’t sure if his presence would be welcome when Prompto was in pain. Instead he settled for making comforting noises and whispering words of encouragement.

“Forty-eight seconds.” Ignis stated once it was over. “Noctis would you please reset the timer on Prompto’s phone please?” Happy to do something for his mates, Noctis nodded and collected the phone from where it had been left on the floor, doing as asked. “While you’re upstairs make sure to keep track of the time between them okay?” The older Omega nodded and gave a jaunty salute before ducking beneath Ignis’ arms to pop up between him and Prompto. Startled by Noctis’ sudden appearance and the bright smile on his face, Prompto giggled and leaned in to rub his nose against his.

“Alright you two.” Gladio interjected. “Break it up, we’ve got to get sunshine upstairs and in the bath.” The two Omegas reluctantly parted from one another, allowing Gladiolus to open the door fully. Prompto winced at the sudden harsh sunlight, in all the excitement he’d forgotten it was nearing mid-morning.

Ignis accompanied them to the bottom of the stairs, collecting the previously discarded blankets as he did so. “When you come back down darling, we’ll check how far along you are.” Turning to Prompto he kissed him softly. “Enjoy your bath.” With that Ignis retreated into the kitchen with an armful of blankets and the determination to make the nest as comfortable and clean as possible.

Deciding it would take far too long for Prompto to walk up the staircase, and most likely cause too much discomfort, Gladio crouched down and very gently scooped him up into his arms. He squeaked in surprise, wrapping his arms around his Alpha’s neck and grinned at Noctis as they started up the stairs. It was going to be a long day but he could do it, he could bring his pup safely into the world.

[sgt-seabass]

𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕

✧˚ · . 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘣 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

pairing —  mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c —  13.7k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only.  AU Masterlist.

warnings —  dark!fic, non-con (non-consenting intoxicated reader), a/b/o dynamics, non-major character death (but it’s still gonna hurt), murder, violence, blood, violence against reader (face slapping, hair pulling, manhandling), pet names (pup, puppy), human trafficking and auctioning, biting, suicidal ideations, forced alcohol use, forced intoxication, choking, caging. a/n —  the Mace referenced in this fic is James Mace from Sunshine, not Mace from the 355. A massive fucking thank you to @buckybarneschokeme​​ and @navybrat817​​, this fic wouldn’t exist without either of you. And thanks to everyone who let me scream at them about this idea. Beta read by @buckybarneschokeme​ but any mistakes are mine.

I want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight Lie still, close your eyes, girl, so lovely, it feels so right I want to hold you close, soft breath, beating heart As I whisper in your ear, "I want to fucking tear you apart" ↳ Tear You Apart, She Wants Revenge

The blazing summer rays burned into your back as you walked down the cracked sidewalk, the concrete only further radiating the ardent heat as you struggled to keep a hold of your grocery bags.

They were heavy and overpacked, and your body feverish, but you were almost too tired to care. Your childcare shift in the town’s daycare had gone over, and so you were stuck out late with the week’s groceries in your grip.

The sweat trickling down your skin made you feel as if you’d gone into heat, but the distinct lack of slick coming from your core confirmed you were just boiling under the evening sun’s remaining beams of light.

You had no doubt your scent must be in full force. You’d already seen the way Sherriff Bodecker had eyed you as he passed in his police cruiser, window down and shameless leering gaze on you as he passed. Creep. He could have at least offered you some help.

As your tired feet continued to lead you down the street, passing by the small houses that adorned your wayward town, all similar in design and undeniably boring in architecture, you couldn’t help but notice a black SUV with tinted windows roll past you. Not once, but twice.

It sent an odd chill through you despite the scorching temperature, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. And as your eyes caught sight of a missing poster on a nearby lamp post, an image of an Omega from a few towns over the presentiment of danger worsened. The image of the smiling girl felt as if it was peering into you, warning you as severe, cutting anxiety settling in the pit of your stomach, beginning to spread like rot through an old oak tree.

Your steps quickened, ignoring the sweat beading along your forehead and dripping down your face, before you dipped down a side street and into a nearby park, hiding yourself amongst some foliage. Time seemed to slow as you waited, wanting to see if the car would pass you again. But it never came.

As you hid you thought of James. Your boyfriend would be home by now, his appointment at the VA having finished at noon. He wasn’t the same after he returned from deployment, his left arm gone like a lot of his joy for life, but he was working on himself, and it made you so proud.

You knew the risks of having a partner in the Army, but you were lucky to have him. While neither of you were ready to bond, his presence was undoubtedly calming, the two of you like yin and yang, fitting in a perfect harmony. You didn’t have to try with James, he was a sweetheart through and through, just the mere thought of the Alpha put a smile on your face. He wasn’t there, but it was like you could feel his arms tight around you, whispering in your ear that you were safe.

“I’m never leaving again, doll. Never again. Just you and me ‘til our last breaths.”

“Don’t be so grim, Jamie. We have all the time in the world together. You and me. What is it you always say to Steve? ‘Til the end of the line, right?”

His breath fanned over your neck as he nuzzled into you. Comforting warmth washing over you, his hands ghosting over your flesh with a gentle touch.

“Yeah, sweetheart. ‘Til the end of the line.”

It was difficult for him integrating back into society, especially when in a small town all people do is gossip. But he’d found a nice group of friends he played social poker in the next township over. While you lost Wednesday nights with James, you were hoping he was finding himself again. One step at a time.

Once enough time had passed you crawled out of the park and back onto the path home, that nervous feeling still fluttering in your stomach. The sooner you got home to James and the comfort of the beefy man’s tenderness, the better.

It luckily wasn’t much longer until you were close to home, the sun beginning to reach its lowest point, red and gold hues filling the sky like flames beckoning home the oncoming darkness.

You stopped for a moment, right outside your house, distracted by the artistic colours that painted the horizon before you noticed it. The black SUV. Parked in your driveway in front of the house that was undeniably no more aesthetic than any other. But it was yours. Yours and James’.

James.

It felt as if you were moving in slow motion as you made your way to the ajar front door, each step getting heavier as you feared what you would witness on the other side.

But no amount of time could have prepared you for the sight awaiting you in your home.

As you passed the threshold of the doorway, you dropped the bags to the floor with a shrill scream. The fresh produce spilled across the carpet as you took in the situation before you, milk spilling from the carton around your feet.

In your living room was James, bloodied to a pulp, his face hardly recognisable as a group of six men surrounding him.

“James!” You exclaimed with a rush of tears, ignoring the suited men as you rushed to your Alpha’s side, cupping his face in your hands, your skin becoming tainted with his blood.

The other Alpha’s seemed wholly unperturbed by your entrance.

“Get out of here…” James mumbled, barely coherent through his puffed face, pulling more sobs from you as you glanced over his body.

Slashes and bruises covered him. He was a strong Alpha, but with a missing limb and far outnumbered, he’d been beaten within an inch of his life.

Rage burned through you as you turned to the men, eyes falling on the one with the most dominant presence in the room, his scent competing for dominance with your Alpha’s. Clean cut hair, piercing azure eyes, 6’4” hulking figure, and a tailored suit probably worth more than your yearly salary.

“Get. Out. Of. My. House,” your words came out dripping like venom from a snake’s fangs, a hiss rising from your throat.

The man just laughed at you, squatting so he was eye level with you as you cowered to protect James’ body.

“Feisty Omega.” You watched the way his eyes travelled to your exposed neck, his head tilting slightly, “feisty unmated Omega.”

Under the man’s leering gaze, you kept your body in front of James, blood covering every part of you that touched your Alpha as it spilled from him. But you could still hear his little wheezing breaths that told you he was alive.

‘Til our last breaths.

“Just leave us alone, please. I don’t know who you are or what you want, but we don’t have anything to give you.”

“Well, puppy, that’s the problem. Your boyfriend doesn’t have anything to give me. Including the money he owes me.”

You blinked in confusion, the lack of understanding clear on your face.

“Oh, he didn’t tell his Omega he was in debt from his little poker habit. And I thought communication was the most important part of a relationship. Although I guess being unmated, well, maybe he just didn’t think you were worth it, little puppy.”

He was mocking you, ridicule clear in his baritone tone, and it made you even more enraged.

“Nick… Leave her alone, please...” James’ weak voice sounded behind you, but all you saw was red.

Without thinking you leaned forward to push the man, Nick, backwards from his squat. But his hands easily latched onto your wrists, pulling you down on top of him. His deriding chuckle had you squirming to get off him, but he held you close, hand gripping the back of your neck and pinching the muscle that caused Omega’s to go limp.

Your body gave way with a cry, weight lying on top of his chest as he kept his fingers firm on the scruff of your neck. “Good puppy,” he mused, sitting up with you in his lap, taking the opportunity to nuzzle his nose into your scent gland with a deep inhale.

Through dazed eyes you watched as his eyes fluttered, pupils dilating before he scented you again. And again. As if he couldn’t get enough of your smell, mouth salivating. “Oh, I see why he likes you now.”

The other men simply stood by and watched as Nick licked a stripe up your neck, growling into your ear and nipping at the lobe. “But you still smell too much like him.”

“Boss,” one of the armed men caught Nick’s attention, nodding towards the body of James.

Nick stood, letting go of your scruff and gripping your forearm instead to have you rise with him. Tears streamed down your face as you looked at your Alpha, struggling to pull himself up with his right arm, looking up at you with pure desperation.

Shivers ran down your spine as Nick’s lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. “You really want a future with a broken Alpha like him, hm? Thought he was going to give you pups? Maybe buy an old home, fix it up together. Grow old in your rocking chairs. What a waste, a sweet puppy like you with a man like him.”

You watched as James managed to get to his feet, his form swaying as he could barely keep himself up.

You wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab him. Hug him. Help him.

But your intuition told you this wasn’t going to have a happy ending for either of you.

“James…” Whimpers left your lips at the sight of him, heart twisting as your pulse raced. “I love you, James.”

Nick’s grip on your forearm tightened, and you could sense the anger under his confident persona as his jaw clenched. Now he’d scented you, he wanted you all for himself.

James smiled at you, his glazed eyes boring into you.

He looked so tired.

And both of you knew how this was going to end.

“I love you too, doll. It’s okay.”

“Mace, hold her.” Nick ordered the man with a military style buzz cut, shoving you towards the Alpha who easily took you into his grip, his handgun held to your side as you couldn’t do anything but watch.

“Just let her go, Nick. Please. She has nothing to do with this. I can get you the money, I can work for you, anything but hurting her, please.”

“You really think I would fall for that? With the amount of money you owe, it’s impossible.”

“I-I can work for you. I used to be in the military.”

Nick glanced at James’ left shoulder, scoffing. “Well, I wonder why they didn’t want you anymore. What the fuck am I meant to do with a one-armed Alpha who can’t even mate an Omega?”

“Please, just leave her alone. She didn’t know. She’s innocent. Just leave her be, please.”

Hearing James plead, his blood dripping to the floor from where he stood, it was almost surreal.

How quickly your life had been turned upside down, what was a normal quiet existence becoming something macabre so quickly.

Time slowed as Nick looked James over, a twinge of a smirk on his lips.

And then he said the words that forever sealed your desolate fate.

“I’m good.”

Nick raised his handgun without reservation, not an ounce of hesitation as he began firing his entire clip into James, the man’s body jolting with every shot before collapsing to the ground.

“No!” The scream that ripped from you was inhuman as blood splattered over all of you, your ears ringing as the white of Nick’s shirt stained with your Alpha’s blood. Your legs gave way as you wailed, Mace letting you drop to your knees and crawl over to your Alpha, your James.

“Jamie. Don’t leave me please. James.” As you knelt before James’ body, the hardwoods turned crimson with the leaking ichor. You shook his body, as if this was all a bad dream and he would just wake up. “James. Baby. Wake up, please.”

All you could see was his lifeless eyes staring back at you, mouth agape and skin turning ashen. Every part of him you touched was getting cold, your tears dropping against his body as you sobbed, clinging to him. “James. Don’t go.”

“That’s enough, puppy. He’s dead.” Nick looped his forearm around your waist and hoisted you up, ignoring the way you thrashed and clawed at him as you shrieked, your nails clawing against his clothed arm.

“No! No! Let me touch him! Please, he needs me! I- I need to help him!”

And when he placed you down you turned and tried to go for his face, but another Alpha bodyguard was quick to grab your arms and hold them behind your back.

“Thank you, Beck.” Nick said coolly, straightening his crimson-stained suit before his attention was brought back to your struggling form. “You can do this the easy way, or the hard way. But no matter what you choose the result will be the same, puppy. You’re coming with me, and Jamesy here is dead.”

“Fuck you!” You spat, struggling against Beck, but like Mace his hold was strong. “You killed my Alpha. I’ll fucking kill you!”

“He’s not your Alpha anymore. I’m your Alpha now. And you will address me as such, pup,” Nick cupped your bloodied face with his palms, considering you for a moment. “Do you have any idea who I am? The things I could do to this shithole of a town if you don’t comply?”

You spat again, this time hitting Nick in the face with your saliva. He tutted, wiping his face before slapping you across the cheek, the impact immediately sending stings through your face with a sob. When you looked up, he slapped you again before gripping your chin tightly. “Would be a shame for something to happen to all the little angels you care for, hm?”

A prickling pain radiated in your cheek as shock coursed through your system. “You wouldn’t.”

“You have no idea how far I will go for what I want, Omega.”

Your fight started to die down, because you could tell he wasn’t lying. He’d just killed your lover in front of you, if that wasn’t evidence enough. You didn’t want to push this man to see how ruthless he truly is.

Taking advantage of your moment of stillness Nick picked you up, throwing your body over his shoulder with ease. Your fists pounded at his back with a keening cry to no avail as he started walking out of the house with his men in tow.

When you looked up, the last sight you got of your home was James. Dead on the floor surrounded by the memories you had made together.

This was the end of the line.

The car ride was silent, the only noise filling the SUV was your soft sniffles as you continued shedding tears. You hadn’t stopped crying since Nick had carried you from your home and shoved you into the leather back seat, wedged between him and Beck, Mace taking the driver’s seat. The other men taking another car that tailed yours.

When you’d tried to attack Nick, Beck had easily grabbed your scruff, immobilising you before zip tying your hands behind your back. The plastic cut into your wrists, stinging pain harmonising with the twinge still present in your cheek from where Nick slapped you. Partway into the drive, once you’d crossed state lines, Beck placed a blindfold over your eyes, ignoring the way your sobs worsened.

“How is she still crying?” Beck asked, mostly in amazement and slight concern as your tears wet the fabric around your face.

“She’ll run out of energy eventually,” the voice you recognised as Nick spoke, sounding unamused as you could hear the clicks of him typing on his phone, like he’d been doing for the whole journey.

You didn’t know how much time passed, but he was right, you started to run out of tears. Your body began to give way to fatigue as the adrenaline subsided.

Tiredness claimed you and your senses became dulled and all you could smell was the copper of dried blood. The dried blood of your Alpha. Well, your previous Alpha.

The bumps on the road caused your body to jolt, someone’s hand keeping you in place until finally, after what felt like forever, the car stopped.

You could hear as the car doors opened and Nick got out, leaving you with Beck, who picked you up and stood your shaky legs on the gravelled turf. When he took the blindfold off you were temporarily blinded by the sun, its shining rays hurting your dry, tired eyes. Had you been travelling all night?

“Going to be another hot one today,” Beck mused as he closed the car door while keeping a hold on your forearm, allowing you to take in the sight of the mansion before you.

It was the biggest home you’d ever seen. Incredibly modern with natural wood features meeting the minimalist undertones of the grey brick and concrete, large open windows sprawling across the structure to let in ample natural light, although the glass was tinted so you couldn’t see in.

To you, it didn’t look homely at all, instead clinical and exceedingly large, as if the structure was there for showing off instead of actual functionality.

Nick’s voice caught your attention as he was standing by the car on his phone, seemingly caught up in a conversation that Mace was paying close attention to. Neither of them were looking at you. And when your gaze turned back to Beck, he was distracted by a text on his phone, his grip at its weakest point.

Blood surged through you as without hesitation, knowing this would be your only chance, you ripped your arm out of Beck’s grasp and bolted. All three Alphas yelled after you and made chase. But they were no match for the speed of a fleeing Omega.

Not knowing where you were or where you were going, you barrelled past the home and into the backyard, quickly surveying your surroundings.

A pool, pool house, and barn further back on the property, all surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens and a forest edge.

You started sprinting towards the barn, hoping you could find a hiding spot amongst some hay or at least mask your scent with animal droppings if you had to.

As you reached the wooden building you ran around the back you took a moment to calm your panting breaths before you raised your arms behind you. Despite the pain radiating in your wrists, you repetitively slammed your arms down against your tailbone until the zip ties snapped, leaving your skin a bloody mess from where the ties had dug in deep.

You wondered how much untainted skin you had left, a mix of James’ blood and your own covering you.

With limbs freed, you tried to open the back door, letting out a huff when it didn’t budge with a keypad keeping it locked. Noticing an ajar window, you decided to go there instead, using a nearby log to get the height to be able to hoist yourself up and into the structure as you heard Nick and his men yelling your name outside.

Amongst the commotion you could hear their boyish laughs and howling calls.

“Come out, come out wherever you are, little puppy.”

They were enjoying this.

Fucking Alphas.

You fell with an ungracious ‘oof’ through the window, your back hitting the cement floor. The pain stunned you for a moment, expecting a softer fall, but as your eyes adjusted to the darkened room you became confused. It was modern, not like the barn exterior at all.

But then you realised what the barn contained.

It took everything in you not to scream as you scrambled to your feet, taking rushed steps backwards until your sore back hit the wall.

You couldn’t believe it.

Rows and rows of cages filled the barn, like a pound.

But instead of animals, there were Omegas.

Most of the cages were empty, but your eyes fell on one sleeping form, curled up against the back wall of her enclosure with tears streaked down her cheeks.

It was the girl from the missing poster.

It was a baffling realisation as you approached her cage, seeing a profile sheet on the outside of the cage. Everything about the Omega was recorded. Height, weight, mating status, virginity status, likes, dislikes. All of it. And below it all. Expected sale price.

You’d heard of Omega trafficking in the news, but never like this. You knew the man who took you wasn’t good, but this was something else.

As if he could sense your thoughts, Nick opened the main door to the barn, smirking as three Dobermans followed in tow. You wanted to move, but your body remained frozen in shock, standing in the centre of the cages.

“That’s enough now Omega. We’ve had our fun. It’s time to come with me.”

Nick wasn’t Alpha commanding you, playing his twisted game. He was testing you, seeing if you were ready to submit.

Your eyes glanced to the cages before turning back to him, muscles tightening in preparation to run again as he began making slow steps towards you with the dogs following.

"Don't worry, pup. Your place is in my bed, not here."

“Why?” Your voice was weak, vitality wavering as the exhaustion was starting to set in. Deep and painful in your body.

Nick chuckled as he started edging closer. You took steps back, but once you were stuck against the wall you had nowhere to go, the only open door on the other side of the barn.

“Because I want you,” he said simply, as if it answered all your questions with complete clarity. His eyes glanced at your bloodied wrists before returning to your face. “You’ve had a long day so I’m being lenient, but playtime is over. You’re bleeding, let me get Beck to have a look.”

Beside you the back door opened as Mace entered, and you didn’t hesitate to break out into a sprint again, Nick and Mace both trying to grab you but narrowly missing your darting form as you ran out into the forest that surrounded the property.

But this time you weren’t just being chased by the Alphas.

This time the dogs were quick to run after you too.

Every muscle in your body screamed at you to stop as you stumbled through the thick foliage of the forest, but the sound of barking dogs close behind you spurred you to keep going despite the branches cutting at you and leaves slapping against your body.

When the padding of the four-legged creatures got louder you chanced a quick glance over your shoulder, gasping at the sight of the Dobermans almost on your heel.

The distraction caused you to miss the thick branch laying over the forest floor, your ankle getting easily caught in it. There was no time to brace yourself as you fell hard, body slamming to the ground without an ounce of grace.

The impact winded you, your face smacking against the hard dirt and chest bouncing. Everything hurt, vociferous agony spreading through your battered form. Your nose leaked blood, small droplets hitting the ground below as you let out a pained whine.

A tearless sob left you as the dogs came bounding up to you. You closed your eyes, waiting for the feeling of teeth in flesh, for the pain to increase as the dogs attacked you. But the hurt never came.

A small shuffling next to you caused you to open your eyes, a sharp wheezy inhale sounding as you looked next to your body. One of the Doberman’s, with the name Apollo on his collar, was lying next to your body, beady eyes gazing at your face.

The other two, with the names Icarus and Hermes, sat attentively behind Apollo. Icarus looked at you while Hermes’ sight was on the path from where you came.

Apollo nudged your side with his nose until you rolled onto your back with a cough, looking up at the treetops. The sun was shining through the leaves, and you could feel the warmth on your skin.

For just a moment, the pain stopped, the world stopped, and it was just you gazing at the rustling leaves as you lay on your picnic blanket, waiting for James to bring the carefully crafted picnic basket from the car.

But that wasn’t your life anymore.

Your dream dissipated as quickly as it started, pain blooming in your chest as Nick put his tailored shoe on your chest, giving enough pressure for you to whimper. “Stupid puppy. If you didn’t want to get hurt, you shouldn’t have run,” he taunted, but you could see the way he was looking over your body, counting the injuries as Mace and Beck followed shortly behind him.

“Don’t move, pup.” Nick sighed, nodding his head at Beck for him to come over.

Nick’s foot lifted from your chest, allowing you to draw a deep breath as you watched him move to the side with Apollo, squatting down to give the dog a treat. “If only you were a good puppy like him, maybe you’d get my treats too.”

You ignored him, not letting out a sound apart from the occasional hiss as Beck checked over your body, the man asking if certain spots hurt or if you could move certain digits and toes. The urge to run had long left you, so you lay as Beck gently touched your face, inspecting your nose and the growing bruise from where you hit your head on the ground.

“She’s a little beat up, but she’ll be fine. Just need to get the dirt out of her cuts so it doesn’t get infected.” Beck looked to Nick, awaiting his next order.

It was odd seeing the way the two Alphas submitted to Nick, when they were Alphas themselves.

But then you smelt it. You’d been so distracted by the lasting scent of your dead Alpha that your body had shut out Nick, but as you lay on the forest floor the strongest Alpha scent you’d ever experienced invaded your senses.

A strikingly masculine scent that smelt nothing short of lavish entered your sinus, a mix of black tea, leather notes, and geranium flowing through you as you couldn’t help but be enthralled by it. Underneath it all, there was a hint of lavender. A softness that finished the scent from being too overwhelmingly bold. You couldn’t even smell Beck or Mace as Nick’s aura eluded from him, your eyes fluttering as you whined and hips writhed.

You hated how much you loved it.

Shit.

Nick was a prime Alpha. The head of his pack.

It made sense, seeing as the other Alphas were so quick to fall into line for him.

Hearing your whine Nick let out a teasing coo, shushing you as he reached under you to pick you up bridal style, your dirty body further staining the white of his shirt. A meld of red and brown ruined the pale fabric, his clothes becoming a canvas of your pain.

The yip you let out was pure Omega, hindbrain taking over as the primal urge to nuzzle against him took over. You would feel the rumble of his chest as he laughed at you, his grip tightening at little.

As he began to walk with you out of the forest you couldn’t help but close your eyes, allowing the pure exhaustion to pull you under into its endless depths.

When you woke you felt weightless and surrounded by a comforting warmth. Your lashes fluttered open, instantly landing on Nick’s face as he ran a lathered sponge over your bare body.

The bath was filled with bubbles, and his hands ran tenderly over your skin as all the dirt and blood was washed away, the water discoloured and muddy.

“You’re finally awake, puppy. The day was quite exciting, wasn’t it?”

You didn’t respond, but didn’t push him away either as your skin was cleared from the weight of dirt. You watched the way Nick carefully washed your cuts and abrasions, making sure not to irritate them further.

He was being caring, and it had you on edge. There had to be a catch, and there was.

Nick stripped himself of his clothes, and while you wanted to avert your gaze, you couldn’t help but be entranced by the Alpha as each patch of skin was revealed to you. Deep chiseled muscles adorned his broad frame, small nicked scars on his skin as if he held a battle scar for each rise of the rank to the top.

Your breath hitched and eyes widened at the sight of the intricate lines of black ink that flowed across his body. With no fabric covering him, you could discern the roses and thorns that stretched along his neck and down until it met his chest piece. The thorns flowed into a forest scene where on his pec a wolf bared its teeth, snarling ominously at the moon along the treetops. As your eyes moved lower you saw the way his left arm featured a smoky darkness, skulls decorating the limb as it melded in with the haze.

And then you saw his hand. On the back of it was a grandfather clock face, stylised to fit in perfectly with the rest of his pieces, his fingers blackened to look skeletal. Some of the tattoo was hard to see with the silver rings embellishing his fingers.

It was objectively a stunning piece of art. But knowing the creations sat on such a wicked man put a distaste in your mouth.

You wanted to read the time on the clock but he moved before you could, filtering out the old water and replacing it with fresh clear liquid as he maneuvered you so you were in his lap, his thick thighs either side of your legs.

You tried to wriggle away with protesful cries, but his grip was strong as he held film, the water splashing around you as he scented into your neck, the deep inhale against your skin causing you to shiver. “You smell so fuckin’ sweet, puppy. It’s a wonder that boyfriend of yours never claimed you.”

James. Just the thought of him had tears welling in your eyes, a reminder of Nick’s power.

A sob bubbled out of your throat. “I wasn’t ready—“

“Don’t worry, after you’ve had my knot you’ll be more than ready. That is,” he dragged his teeth along your skin, lapping his tongue against your mating gland, “if I can stop myself from taking you right here, puppy.”

“Don’t!” You cried out, unable to fight him in his unrelenting grip as he smirked against your neck, continuing to swirl his tongue along the sensitive patch.

“You know, good puppies care for their Alphas,” his lips moved against your skin as he spoke. “And you will care for me in every way.”

“You’re not my Alpha.” You protested as you tried to ignore how good it felt to have his lips on you.

“Not yet.”

His teeth grazed your gland as you keened, back arching against him as you felt the way his cock twitched between your cheeks.

Nick ground his cock against your ass, and you could feel the tension in his body as he held himself back from biting you. It was as if he was fighting himself from doing it.

With a growl he lost control and moved to your other shoulder, sinking his teeth into your supple flesh as his hands moved your hips against his cock.

A yowl left you as you squirmed, hands gripping the edges of the bathtub as your blood trickled into the water. Although Nick didn’t allow much to spill before he licked the wound, helping it to clot.

The scent in the room was completely overpowering, the lust of the prime Alpha like a thick smog that filled your lungs. It tried to pull you down into terrifying depths, where Omegas submitted to their Alphas and did as they were told without argument.

“Mm, bath time is over puppy. I want to claim my Omega.”

Your words got caught in your throat as Nick picked you up with ease, the water dripping down into the bathtub below. You looked down, almost wishing he would just drown you in it.

It would be more peaceful than what you knew was to come.

Harrowing thoughts swirled through your mind as you became pliant in Nick’s grip. He dried you, moving you around so he could move the towel against your skin as you considered your options.

You could drown yourself, but that was incredibly hard to do, and cited as one of the worst ways to die. You couldn’t set yourself on fire, another less than ideal option. If you could find something sharp. That could do the trick.

If Nick could just give you a moment alone, you could rummage the cabinets and surely find something that would work, something that would save you the reality of being mated to the mob boss.

But he wasn’t going to leave your side; you knew this. He wasn’t dumb and would see right through a ploy you put before him. But you didn’t want to be mated to him, you didn’t want this life. You wanted the simple happiness of James and the boringness of your home town.

You had no desire for lavishness, especially when it’s being funded by something as heart wrenching as what you had seen in the barn.

You couldn’t help but feel anger, hating whatever it was that Nick saw that made you special enough to mate. It felt like more of a prison sentence than being locked in a small cage and whisked away to the highest bidder.

Nick acknowledged your apathetic gaze with a roll of his eyes, picking you up like a ragdoll to bring you to his bedroom.

It was as luxe as you had expected given the mansion exterior. Lots of greys and blacks blended into a modern look. But to you it just had no character. No life. The hues of the room mirrored how your heart felt. Empty of feeling and desolate.

There was one thing that caught your eye. By the bed was a large dog crate, pink and blue blankets neatly folded along the base of it for bedding.

It was odd only seeing the one cage. Didn’t he have three dogs?

Nick placed you down on the floor by the bed, dropping you to your knees so you knelt before him. His fingers danced along your jawline, tilting your face up so you saw his towering form above you.

“There’s going to be new rules now, Omega. But I’ve made them nice and simple for that dumb puppy brain of yours.” Nick moved away from you to the small alcohol collection that sat atop of his dresser, pouring himself a caramel liquid in a crystalline glass with a harboured sigh. As if having to explain the rules to you was a taxing task for him.

“You do what I say, when I say. Don’t make me have to Alpha command you, it’s irritating. You’re permitted to speak, but never interrupt me or my guests. You are to be my good little Omega and if you do as you’re told your life will be easy. If you act up,” Nick moves back towards you, swirling the liquid in his glass as he looks down at you. “Well, there will be consequences.”

There was a beat of silence, the air in the room getting a twingle colder, your bare skin chilled under the Alpha’s icy glare. “Your antics today were one example of disappointing me. So, Let’s test your obedience now, puppy. Open your mouth.”

You stared at him as he looked expectantly at you. There was no thrall over you. He hadn’t commanded you. You didn’t want to do as he said, but the heavy burden of possible repercussions weighed heavy on your shoulders. Was fighting even worth it?

Hesitantly, you opened your mouth, your nails digging into your thighs as you presented to him. Nick hummed in approval, taking a swig of his drink before he reached down, thumb pressing down on your tongue so your mouth opened wider for him. It made your jaw ache, and you wanted to do nothing more than cower away.

You were preparing yourself to bite him, building up the courage to fight back against the bulky Alpha. The expectation of him using your mouth for pleasure had your lip turning up in disgust, your teeth baring to him.

Right as you’d built up the gall to do it, jaw ready to snap closed around his digit, Nick caught you off guard when he poured the contents of his drink straight into your awaiting mouth.

The sudden burn of the whiskey made you cough and splutter, momentarily drowning in the hard alcohol as your throat struggled to swallow without inhaling the drink straight into your lungs.

“You seemed thirsty, puppy.” Nick mused, removing his thumb so you could heave properly. You fell to your hands, wiping your mouth as you finally regained your breath.

As the burn started to satiate from your throat the warmth began blooming in your chest, the strength of the alcohol quickly invading your body and making you woozy. Your eyes scrunched closed as you sat back into your kneeling position. You never drank, so the feeling of lightheadedness was entirely foreign. And you hated it. You hated the way you could feel yourself losing control of your body.

Nick was taking everything from you. And you couldn’t stop him. It was a battle that was weighted against you from the start.

With a light chuckle, Nick refilled his glass, taking a sip before running his fingers over your whiskey stained lips. “Open, Omega.”

It felt like your stomach did a flip at the thought of more alcohol. “I- I’ll be sick. Please. I don’t want it.”

Nick’s expression hardened, a deep rumble coming from his chest. “First and last warning, puppy. I didn’t ask for your opinion. I told you to open your fucking mouth.”

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, almost drawing blood as you whimpered. Nick growled as you kept your mouth closed, his hand gripping your chin in a painfully tight hold, the rings on his fingers cold against your face. “Fine. We’ll play this game. Open your mouth nice and wide for me, Omega. And say ahh like a good puppy.”

When his hand let go the Alpha command took hold, tears brimming and beginning to trickle down your cheeks as your jaw moved of its own volition, a force bigger than your own making your mouth open wide for the Alpha towering above you.

You hated the ‘ahh’ that was forced from your throat as your body complied with the Alpha’s wishes, the tears beginning to flow more steadily.

The laugh that came from Nick was pure sneer as he cupped your cheek, giving it a few gentle taps with his palm. “That’s better. Don’t make me ask like that again or you’ll be sleeping in the fucking crate.”

Your eyes glanced at the cage that sat at the foot of the bed. Oh. It wasn’t for the dogs. It was for you.

You didn’t have much time to think as more whiskey was poured into your mouth. Nick let it flow slower this time, using his free hand to plug your nose so you had to swallow it all, despite the fiery feeling in your throat that travelled all the way down to your stomach and bloomed through your body.

Nick smiled as he finished, downing the small amount of liquid left. “Good girl. You must be really thirsty for some water, right puppy?” He contemplated with a devious spark, picking up a bottle of water as you looked at it with a salivating mouth.

He was right. You were really fucking thirsty. The alcohol had your mouth dry and entire being parched.

Haziness that had started to overtake you had the room becoming a bit wonky and unstable, but at least the radiating pain of your sore muscles and cuts was starting to subside. The agony in your heart had even begun to ease as your body was forcibly calmed.

“Yes. M’want some wa— water, please.” You were still a little breathless as your words came out unintentionally slurred.

Nick tutted, holding the bottle of water right in front of you, swinging it nonchalantly. “What was that puppy? I couldn’t understand you.”

“C-Can I please have some- some water? I’m so— I’m so thirsty.” Somehow your words were even more inebriated as you swayed in your spot on the floor, Nick’s smirking face becoming a little more obscure in your vision.

“Mm, still can’t understand you, Omega. Sounds like you should address your Alpha and beg if you want his attention.” He was closer to you now. Squatting in front of your kneeling form with the water bottle in hand. “Put your hands up like a puppy too.”

“Alpha.. Can I please have— have some water, please?” No amount of alcohol could have stopped the pure humiliation you felt as you raised your hands in front of you, like a puppy raising its paws.

“Good girl. Yes you can. But I bet a dumb little puppy like you wouldn’t be able to drink from a bottle right now. You’d spill it everywhere and that would be such a waste. It’s a good thing your Alpha has just the idea for you.” His words flowed through your ears but you didn’t actually process what he was saying until he poured some of the water into his palm and held it to your mouth. “Drink up, pup.”

Any dignity you had was washed away by the buzzing in your system, your hindbrain controlling most of your decision making as you let out a soft whimper. You would be horrified to see yourself as you leant forward, hands holding onto Nick’s arm as you lapped the water from his palm.

You let out a sigh of relief when he refilled his hand, allowing you to drink more water from him. The clear liquid helped to ease some of the pain in your throat and stomach, the queasiness quelling a little with each run of your tongue through the aqua.

Nick continued until the bottle of water was finished, and you could see his cock hardening between his legs as you drank. You hiccuped as you felt brimming with liquid, your stomach swirling like a bilious storm.

“What do you say when your Alpha does something kind for you, Omega?” The anticipative smirk Nick gave you made your stomach turn over on itself again, knowing he was enjoying every moment of toying with you, seeing how far you’d go.

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely higher than a whisper, your breath turning bated as you waited for the Alpha’s next move.

Nick let out a disapproving croon, tipping the water bottle over your head so the last trickle of water drizzled into your hair and down your face. You looked at him with wide eyes, shocked at the water dribbled down and mixed with your fallen tears.

When you remained silent, Nick yanked your hair, tilting your head back as his face got close to yours with a snarl.

“Th-Thank you, Alpha.”

You were still rocking unstabily in your position, and when Nick picked you up from your armpits you had to rely on his strength to hold you up. Your legs had gone to sleep from sitting in the same position for so long, and painful pins and needles deep in your muscles, causing you to whine as he held you.

Nick hoisted your body onto the plush grey sheets with ease, lying you on your back as he admired your form. “It’s almost cruel how beautiful you are, Omega. Just look at you.”

His praise fell on deaf ears as the exhaustion threatened to take hold of you again, the comfort of the bed drawing you closer to peaceful doze. It felt like lying on clouds, but as Nick’s form settled between your legs, you realised you were far from heaven.

“No time for sleep, puppy. Not yet.” His hands roamed over your body, the coolness of his rings leaving goosebumps in their wake. He paid particular attention to your breasts, his dark orbs watching as he palmed them, kneading the supple flesh in his grip.

Nick licked his lips before he leaned down to press a wet kiss to the swell of your breasts, causing your breath to hitch as you couldn’t help but feel the anticipation rising in your core. The alcohol had dampened your anxiety and left you with just arousal as your nipples hardened under his teasing touches.

A moan spilled past your lips as his tongue ran across your hardened bud, swirling around it as his hand began tweaking your other hardened peak. Scorching desire started to build in you as Nick began sucking, seemingly taking great pleasure in making your hips squirm against the bed as you couldn’t help but make noises for him.

As he continued his ministrations, Nick angled his erection between your folds, slowly sliding himself along your wetness and up your stomach.

Nick swapped sides, giving both tits equal attention with his mouth and hands as he thrusted along your pussy lips. Your skin glistened with his spit as he started getting more and more animated, sucking and touching harder, gravelled groans coming from him as it almost started to hurt. The fine line between pleasure and pain was getting blurred as your wetness threatened to drip down onto the bed below.

You saw the same look on Nick’s face as before he lost control and bit you while in the bath, causing you to try and writhe away. His hands gripped at your waist, holding you in place as his erection lay hot and heavy on your glistening cunt. There was only a split second before Nick bared his teeth and bit the top of your left breast.

It hurt so good as his canines pierced your skin, the Alpha possessively marking you. The world was still groggy and when you tried to push Nick off your arms had no strength in them, the Alpha not budging at all when he finally let his jaw go slack.

“I just can’t control myself around you.” Nick husked as he moved his lips to your arm. You howled as he bit again, leaving another mark. The room became filled with your cries for him to stop as Nick moved his mouth all over your body, covering you with bites and nips.

Your heart began to hammer in your chest as he moved lower, dizziness overtaking you when you tried to sit up. Nick’s hand easily pushed you back down onto the bed before his teeth sunk into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Despite all the pain your cunt clenched around nothing as your heady arousal grew.

It was wrong. You shouldn’t enjoy this. So why did being claimed by the Prime Alpha feel so fucking good? It was as if with each clench of his jaw pure dopamine was pumped into your system, your hindbrain finding comfort in knowing it was okay, your Alpha was there.

Your mating gland remained unmarked as Nick regained control of himself, his shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath as his cock stood proud between his legs.

The pure size and girth of it should have scared you, but your hindbrain replaced your fear with a lusted whine. “You like what you see, puppy? Want to be torn apart by your Alphas cock?”

An internal struggle began as you shook your head. No— You didn’t want it. But the pulsing need between your legs indicated otherwise as the intoxication warped your mind.

Nick smirked as his fingers dipped into your slit, collecting your juices on his fingers before holding them up in front of you. “If you don’t want it, then why are you so fucking wet?”

You could smell yourself on his fingers as he brought the digits to your face, nudging your lips open with a soft command, “suck them clean.”

Impatient, Nick let an Alpha command out, revelling in the way you opened your mouth to hungrily suck his fingers, not leaving a spot untouched by your tongue as you let out little uncontrollable yips. “Good puppy. You deserve a reward, and your Alpha can’t wait any longer.”

Nick lined his cock up to your entrance, giving his hard length a few pumps before breaching your tight hole. He let himself sink in at an excruciatingly slow space, letting out a long groan until he reached his hilt and he was fully sheathed by your wet walls.

It hurt, the stretch near unbearable, but the moment Nick started moving the pain quickly turned into overwhelming sparks of pleasure that travelled through your whole body and had your back arching.

The pleasure was like nothing you’d ever felt before as Nick speared into you, his scent just growing stronger in your senses as strings of moans sounded from you, mixing in with his animalistic groans.

“Fuck, oh god, that’s it Omega. Fuck, you’ve got such a tight little cunt. Such a dumb slut for my cock, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t respond as he started snapping his hips harder, your body jolting with each punishing thrust that had you gripping into the sheets below.

“Fucking dirty slut. Tell me I’m the best cock you’ve ever had,” Nick’s hand slid up your body to rest on your neck, beginning to put pressure down on your airways. “Tell me I’m better than James.”

The mention of his name had you quickly shedding tears with hiccuped sobs that mixed in with your mewls.

Nick didn’t slow his pace as his fingers tightened around your neck, and for a moment you considered not responding just to see if he’d choke you to death. But the logic in you knew he wouldn’t. He wanted you and there was no escaping that.

With each drag of his cock against your slick walls your resolve faltered more, the lack of oxygen making you feel euphoric. “Tell me.” You could barely make the words out between his growled huffs of breath.

And when Nick angled his cock to hit your g-spot you fell down the rabbit hole of pure pleasure.

“You— You’re the best cock I’ve ever had. B-Better… Better than James.” Anyone who knew you would know the voice that came from you wasn’t you. But Nick didn’t seem to care as he grinned proudly, his trusts moving even faster against your sweet spot.

Tears continued to stream down your cheeks as you gripped onto Nick’s arms hard enough to leave crescent marks on his skin as he just didn’t stop. His unrelenting pace had a tortuous pressure building in your abdomen.

“That’s it. Give yourself to me. Cum for me, Omega.” Nick pressed his hand onto your stomach so he could feel himself fucking you, making the pressure of him inside you even more intense.

Your entire body started to go taut as the raucous rapture had your cunt clenching around Nick, your mind allowing you sweet indulgence as you came with a cry. The release was like being on cloud nine, your pleasure and anguish melding into one as you let it all go, the pillow below you dampened with your tears.

“Shit, puppy, look at you creaming on my cock. Squeezing me like a fucking vice. Fuck, gonna make me fucking breed your cunt like a bitch in heat.” Nick’s words kept flowing as he flipped you onto all fours, pushing your face down into the mattress as he pounded in harder and harder until you could feel his knot beginning to catch at your entrance.

Just when you thought you couldn’t get any more full his knot just kept growing, stretching you further than you thought humanly possible as he locked himself in place. “Fuck, oh god, fuck I’m gonna to cum, I can’t hold it. My filthy slut, gonna stuff you full of me. Breed you so deep you’ll feel me dripping out for days.”

Nick collapsed over you as his hips stuttered and rolled, his cock buried deep. You felt him pulsate before his release started spilling inside you, the bulge at his base stopping any from leaking out as your eyes rolled back from the sensation of fullness.

“You’re mine. All of you. Give me it all.” You could feel his panting breaths against your neck as the cum finally seemed to stop, but there was no rest as Nick’s teeth grazed along your mating gland, rasped breaths against your ear that became silenced as Nick bit into your mating spot.

“No!” Your cry did nothing as you felt everything change.

Despite your intoxication, your vision cleared and your head became less clouded. Your senses heightened as Nick’s smell enveloped you like a warm hug, his presence alone calming you. Any thoughts of self-harm dissipated as you wouldn’t want to upset your Alpha, and the thought of James became less painful than before, you have an Alpha now, anyone else doesn’t matter. You felt a sense of adoration for Beck and Mace for taking such good care of your Alpha and you felt pure love for the three dogs that stood by your Alpha’s side.

The home that you hated didn’t feel lifeless anymore. Because Nick was there. And Nick made everything better. You’d live in a cardboard box if he told you, because he made everything okay.

Your entire being was overpowered by Nick. Your Alpha. As the bond took hold. And when Nick let your neck go and you glanced back you could see the way his gaze had changed for you too. The harshness was still there, but there was a hint of something new. He cared for you. And nothing could make a mob boss weaker than caring for someone.

It was dangerous territory for both of you, but you couldn’t find yourself caring as Nick moved you so you could lie on his inked chest, his knot holding you together.

You were deathly tired. You had been on a roller coaster since Nick entered your life, and now it was coming to a stop the exhaustion was severe.

Tears kept falling and you didn’t know why anymore. The sorrow in your heart was slowly being overtaken through your bond, leaving you with sadness you no longer understood.

You could feel Nick’s own fatigue through the bond, his emotions wrought as well. Your hand ran over his abs and rested on his chest by your head. You could feel the steady beating of his heart and the momentum lulled you closer and closer to the edge of sleep.

“Rest, Omega.” The richness to Nick’s voice had you relaxing further, snuggling against him as he pulled the covers over the both of you.

Your mind was still going through a whirlwind of changing emotions, but as you closed your eyes the blackness that filled your vision quickly pulled you into lethargic slumber.

When you woke up, the sweet smell of pancakes hit you. It was nice. Homely almost. Almost.

You knew Nick wasn’t there before you even opened your eyes, his warmth gone and the bond feeling further away. But you could still feel his presence with you, reminding you who owned you, his scent still forefront in your senses.

It’s okay. Alpha isn’t far.

You squeaked when you opened your eyes and saw Beck sitting at the foot of the bed, quickly making sure the covers were over your naked form.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already seen it all. Nick had me check your wounds while you were asleep,” Beck’s words came out softly, a plate of perfectly round pancakes topped with berries and maple syrup in his hands. Your stomach growled just at the sight of it, the sound bouncing off the walls.

Beck laughed, moving to put the pancakes and utensils in your lap, eyes lingering on your mating bite. “He got you pretty deep. That’ll scar nicely. I’m happy for him, finding an Omega of his own.”

It was as if he was thinking aloud rather than speaking to you, and when he pulled back you took the chance to thank him for the food before beginning to eat. Having only had whiskey and water the day prior, the spongy goodness was amazing.

Beck moved to the closet, disappearing for a few minutes as you ate all the food on your plate, enjoying the moment of solace where you couldn’t hear anything except the shuffling of hangers and birds chirping outside.

The bond had settled, the feeling of connection with Nick not as strong, and it allowed some of the harboured feelings towards the Alpha to resurface.

You placed the plate by the bedside, choosing to forgo modesty so you could gaze out the window. You could see the backyard, and it was nice, until you looked at the barn. It looked nondescript, but knowing what it contained put a pit in your stomach. You wondered if the Omegas in there were awake. Had they been given breakfast? Were they being treated nicely? You highly doubted they were treated to pancakes.

Beck returning to the room cut your thoughts short, your brows furrowing when you saw what was in his hands. A stunning dress and heels were placed on the bed, along with a modestly sized makeup bag. You remained wordless, simply looking at the items as if they would grow sentient. You felt entirely out of place.

“Boss wants you dressed and downstairs within thirty minutes. You’ve got an event to attend.”

“And if I say no?” Your words were sharp, an attitude coming from you despite the humiliation of standing naked in front of a man you didn’t know.

Beck sighed, crossing his arms. “You’re a smart woman. You know he won’t take disobedience lightly.”

You knew Nick would be able to feel your emotions through the bond, but you couldn’t help it. With a huff you brushed past Beck and moved to the bathroom so you could shower. It was even more enraging seeing all your favourite products already there. Although your hindbrain interpreted it as your Alpha caring for you, you knew he was a horrible person. That barn was evidence enough.

As you showered you thought about the night before. You were mad at yourself for not fighting back harder. But you knew you were in no position to. Nick had made sure of that when he forced whiskey down your throat.

With a groan you rested your head against the shower wall, letting the hot water flow over you.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t wash Nick’s hold away. You turned to look in the reflection of the glass door, lips pursing at the sight. Bites covered your entire body, small bruises and cuts joining the marks. You looked like a mess. And you were.

Your fingers idly ran over your wrists, the skin still irritated from where the zip ties had sliced your flesh.

A knock on the door told you’d been in the shower too long and so you made quick work of drying off and returning to the bedroom. The sun was reflecting golden hues into the room and it made you realise it was actually afternoon. You’d slept longer than you thought, not that time seemed to matter much anymore anyway. You had nowhere to be except for where Nick wanted you.

Beck held the dress out so you could step into it, gentle touches moving your hair out of the way so he could zip it up from the back. The lack of underwear had you frowning as the dress fitted around your body.

You tried to protest when Beck held out the shoes for you to slip into, but he just rolled his eyes and took your ankle to guide your foot in. The heels were higher than you’d ever worn before, and it felt like being drunk all over again as you found your balance in them.

When you made your way to the full length mirror you were speechless. The dress was stunning. A dark velvet emerald bodice showed off your curves, while the short sleeves sat off your shoulders, making your bitten skin visible to the whole room. The dress filtered out into an a-line figure, tulle flowing down your legs, but there was a distinct slit that would show your marked legs as you walked.

It seemed Nick intended on showing you off to anyone who so much as glanced your way.

Beck stood and watched as you put minimal makeup on. You never wore it before now, and you had no intention of actually trying to learn for the Alpha. He seemed to have no problem with it when he mated you anyway.

“One more thing.” Beck took a box out of his suit jacket, opening it to show you an opulent diamond collar that sparkled gorgeously in the afternoon light.

It was exquisite, and fit for a princess. But you didn’t want to be Nick’s princess. Not when your kingdom was built on the bodies of trafficked Omegas.

You watched in the mirror as Beck secured the jewels around your neck, the weight of gems a heavy burden you now bore.

When he’d finished, Beck held out his arm, but you shook your head and started walking behind him without his help. However, when you almost stacked it halfway out the bedroom door you decided to take him up on his offer.

Beck led you down the hallway until you reached the main staircase, walking you down with slow steps so you didn’t fall.

As you got to the bottom he left you there, allowing you to take in the sights of the large open plan living room and kitchen. It was immaculate. And part of you wanted to move one of the art pieces out of place just to see if Nick would even notice.

The sight of Apollo, Hermes and Icarus asleep together in the living room had the corners of your lips quirking up slightly. Alpha’s dogs. He loves them, like he loves you.

“Omega.”

Nick’s deep voice had you turning to look at him. You hated how attractive he looked in a dark velvet suit that matched the colour of your dress. He looked just as picture perfect as the rest of his home. Behind him you could see Mace and Beck coming out of the mansion’s enormous office, locking the door behind them.

“You look stunning, puppy.” Nick ran his hand down your back, resting at your lower back as he began guiding you towards the front door and outside towards his awaiting car.

“Thank you..” There wasn’t much sincerity in your words but Nick seemed too caught up looking at you in the dress and collar to care.

Mace opened the car door for you, giving you a small smirk as he helped you get your long dress into the car before he moved to get into the driver's seat.

Nick sat next to you, his hand running over your bare arm, admiring his work on your skin.

You felt wholly uncomfortable as Beck got in the passenger seat and the car started moving. You didn’t know where you were going, and you felt too emotionally exhausted to care.

Nick was happy, you could feel it through the bond, and that seemed to be enough for now. If he was happy maybe he’d leave you alone for the most part.

The drive wasn’t long, but Nick’s lingering touches and closeness as he replied to various messages on his phone made it feel like a century.

You watched out the window as you pulled into an estate, the car pulling up in front of an old Victorian style building where a valet service was waiting. It was easy to follow the motions as you were guided out of the car and had your arm looped together with Nick’s.

Just before you were due to enter Nick leant down to your ear, whispering, “be on your best behaviour puppy, or I will fucking tear you apart and show you how bad I can really be.”

Chills ran down your spine as you entered the building. The inside was even more impressive than the outside, every embellishment possible shown in the dimly lit space. There were at least a hundred people milling about socially, and nearly all of them turned to look at you and Nick upon your entrance.

Your breathing stopped under the leering gazes of a lot of Alphas, and some Betas. As you scanned the room you realised not only were you the only female. You were the only Omega. Anxiety shot through you and you were ready to bolt, but a soft coo in your ear had you coming back to reality. “You’re mine. Don’t worry, they’re not here for you.”

You didn’t understand but you couldn’t help but trust your Alpha as he led you into the room, a waiter bringing him a bourbon and when they tried to offer you champagne Nick turned them away with a smile. “I only want you drinking it when I can feed it to you. Plus, I need you sober to see my work.”

“Your work?” You frowned, letting Nick continue to guide you towards a small group of men.

“Since you’re my Omega it’s important to know what your Alpha does for work. That way when I rant to you after a stressful day you understand, and can help me relax. Think of this as a test of your obedience.”

You wanted to ask more but Nick brought you to the group of men who all recognised him with a grin.

“Nick! Well well well, I thought I’d never see an Omega on your arm. She’s beautiful.” The Alpha with caramel brown hair commented, his light blue suit standing out against the rest.

“Eyes off, Charles. She’s my mate, not just an Omega.” Nick spoke in jest, but you could hear the underlying threat.

“I can fucking see that, look at the marks on her.” Another Alpha, a brunette wearing a cable knit sweater spoke, eyeing your mating gland in particular.

“Like you can talk Ransom, have you seen some of the Omegas you’ve ripped into?” Your attention was turned again as a man with soft looking dark brown hair spoke. His smile was charismatic and you found yourself charmed by his presence. Maybe it was mostly his Beta scent that put you at ease.

“C’mon Steve. You literally cut into your Omegas so you can’t give me shit.” Ransom quipped, all the men laughing at a joke you obviously weren’t clued into.

Nick kept you close as they all kept talking, no one acknowledging your existence past the occasional glance in your direction.

It wasn’t long until the waiters returned, this time handing out numbered paddles to everyone except Nick.

You watched as Steve was given the number 7, Ransom was given 15, and Charles was given 45.

“What’s going on?” You whispered to Nick in a moment of quiet as the men we’re busy moving to another room.

“You’ll see, pup.”

Nick led you into the next room, your eyes adjusting to the darkness as it was even more dimly lit. There were chairs all facing a stage, the various men taking their seats as you wanted to do nothing more than run away.

Your feet moved as your mind screamed to run as Nick moved to the front seats that had reserved signs. When you sat next to Nick, Mace sat on your other side so you were boxed in with nowhere to go.

You waited with bated breath until a suited man stood at the podium on the side of the stage, various attendants standing around the room with tablets in their hands. Your brows furrowed in confusion before the dots started to connect, your jaw dropping in shock as you realised what was happening.

The first Omega was brought to the stage, clearly dazed and barely clothed. It was as if your body was frozen as you watched the bidding start. It was a whirlwind, and it wasn’t until the seventh girl that your heart started pumping again. She was the one from the missing poster, the one you’d seen in the cage.

Her blonde hair flowed down her back, skin barely covered by a navy camisole as she seemed like a deer in headlights. An attendant held her front and centre, and you could see the way she stood unsteady on her feet, as if she hadn’t been allowed to move for days.

You tried to stand, to stop the madness, but Nick and Mace held you down firmly to your seat with a hushed scowl.

“We’ve got quite the beauty here. She comes from a military family, so she knows authority. She’s a kind soul. Even offered up her food for the younger Omegas. A non-virgin, so we’ll start the bidding at $25,000.”

You watched in horror as paddles were raised by the men in the room bid in increasing increments, and as the price rose the bidding started to die down until there was one man left.

“Sold to gentleman 36 for $115,000.”

You looked over your shoulder as other Alpha’s were congratulating the winning bidder. A sickened whine bubbled from your throat at the sight of the winner, other Alpha’s turning their heads to look at you. But you didn’t pay them any attention. All you saw was Sheriff Bodecker, chuffed with a large grin.

That fucking bastard knew the whole time. He could have saved you. Saved these girls. But there he stood, erection clear through his uniform slacks as his dilated eyes watched as his omega was escorted off the stage.

Nick soothed you through the bond, your sounds dying down as he forced through a calming vibe that had your shoulders relaxing into the seat.

The soothing calmed you for a short while until the tenth Omega was brought to the stage. She was adorable, a small Omega that was sniffling as tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to cower to cover up her scantily clad figure, her only coverage a lavender lingerie set. The girl shivered with each hiccuped cry, her wispy black hair falling to cover some of her horrified expression. The poor girl.

“We’ve got a special Omega here as number ten. An international student from the Philippines. We acquired her and her roommate, number 18. She was studying medicine so she’s very intelligent, and this little one is a virgin. Bidding starts at $50,000.”

The room became animated with bids, and you could hear Ransom’s paddle, 15, being called out along with another man's. Number 51. The two of them battled out, the price getting higher and higher until Ransom relented.

“Sold to gentleman 51 for $240,000.”

You felt Mace chuckling next to you before he moved behind you to whisper to Nick. “So, Freezy finally brought an Omega.”

“About fucking time,” Nick muttered, fingers idly running along your neck as he checked the sale prices on his phone.

You wanted it to end. But there seemed to be no finale in sight as another Omega was brought out.

This poor girl was sobbing the most out of all the others. Her frame shook with each wail as an attendant held her up, the man moving her soft blonde hair out of her face so it was visible to the room.

“A real sweet treat we have here. She’s not a virgin, but she does have quite the innocence in those blue eyes, doesn’t she? An immigrant from Ireland, so she’s got a bit of spark. Bidding starts at $25,000.”

Nausea sat heavy in your throat as the bidding began once again. Your own tears started flowing, mascara running down your cheeks as you watched the girl sob in fear.

“Sold to gentleman 45 for $155,000.”

You’d been so focused on her you hadn’t paid attention. But you recognised that paddle number. Charles.

The girl was whisked away and replaced with another. This Omega was different though. She didn’t seem afraid, a stern look on her face. She seemed angry. It was a polar opposite to the Omega’s before her. Her black dress barely covered her body, but it showed off her amazing physique and lush coiled black hair. The Omega’s arms were tied behind her back, and she had two attendants with her instead of one.

“A bit of French fire for you gentleman. She’s a force to be reckoned with, but it will make the taming even more fun. A challenge, if you will. We haven’t been able to get close enough to determine sexual status, she’s a bit too violent. Bidding starts at $25,000.”

There were less voices when the bidding started, but it seemed that the parties that were interested wanted to fight for the Omega.

“Omega 13 sold to gentleman 66 for $190,000.”

Nick raised a brow, scoffing under his breath. “Of course Chase wants the violent one.”

When the next Omega came out you wanted to run and hug her. Taking small steps, the girl came out with her hands tied behind her back and a black muzzle fitted to her face like a feral animal.

“Nick, you can’t be serious.” You gasped, hissing in pain when Nick pulled your hair.

“What the fuck did you just call me? I don’t want to hear another word from you until the auction is finished,” Nick growled, and the command was quick to take effect, your lips closing as your voice was unable to come out.

“This one comes with a warning. She bites. This is the roommate for Omega 10, a Philippines student. But while the other one was quite the good little girl, this one thrives on a bit of trouble. And to make it better, she’s a virgin. Bidding starts at $50,000.”

Quite a few Alpha’s became interested in the Omega, a war starting for the girl. You wanted to open your mouth and scream, but your jaw reamined wired shut under the Alpha’s command, even when you strained your muscles painfully.

As the Omega was sold to Steve, the man you had seen earlier, Nick noticed your writhing as you kept trying to open your mouth.

“You really want to be disobedient, don’t you Omega?” Your focus bore heavy on Nick as the next Omega was brought out to the stage. If looks could kill, Nick would be dead. You huffed through your nose as you felt his irritation irk between the bond.

You stared right into his eyes, challenging him. The Alpha didn’t back down, his phone discarded in his lap as his lids narrowed.

“We’ve got a stunning Puerto Rican veterinary nurse here. She’s always caring, and will be great for someone requiring a lot of attention. Virgin, so the bidding starts at $50,000.” The voice of the auctioneer drawled on in the background as people began bidding again, but the staring match between you and Nick continued despite the events in the background.

Your chest seized with panic, the stress of the auction, the inability to speak, the exasperation you could feel through the bond - it was all becoming too much. The anxiety that began pumping through you had your breath quickening the room became hazy with your unshed tears. Pure shattering dread overtook you as you began to break out into a cold, shaky sweat. 

When the Omega was sold to the man in the sweater, Ransom, you broke the stare to flee from the room. Mace and Beck, distracted by the events of the auction, missed grabbing onto you as you fled, but it didn’t matter much as Nick was close enough to be breathing down your neck behind you.

“Omega, stop.” Nick commanded as you made it out of the auction room.

You could barely hear him over your hyperventilating breaths as your feet slid to a stop, your legs wobbling under the frailty of your heels.

“Fucking hell, did you have to work yourself up so much? I can feel it all. Alright, you can open your mouth.”

The moment your muscles relaxed a sob escaped you as your mouth opened, sharp pain in the sides of your face from the strain. “How could you? How could you think I would be okay with this?”

“You don’t have to be okay with it. But consider it a reminder.” Nick pointed to the closed doors, expression tight. “This was supposed to be your fate, but I changed that. I saved you from that destiny. You could have it a lot fucking worse. You should be thanking me it’s not you up on that stage tonight.”

A scoff fell past your lips, feet still unable to move as Nick circled you. “You may have control over my body, Nick. But you will never own me. And I will never be thankful to you. I’d rather be dead than be mated to you.”

Nick grabbed your scruff from behind, squeezing your skin so your legs gave way and you collapsed to the ground. With a sigh, he took out a clamp from his pocket, securing it to the back of your neck so you remained unable to move. “I appreciate your energy, Omega. But you’ll see, I own all of you. Bad puppies like you just need some weaning before they’re ready for training.”

Nick’s hand ran along your body, feeling the fabric of your dress as his hand cupped your bare cunt as you let out a distressed high whine. “I could take you right here. Wait until all the Alpha’s are coming out and fuck you right in front of them. And you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, puppy. I might even let them use that mouth of yours.”

Mace and Beck came out of the auction room, both looking with wide eyes at your crumpled form on the ground as Nick’s threats were cut off. “Ah, perfect. Take her back and put her in the crate. I need to finish here.” Nick glanced at them before grabbing your face with his hands. “I’ll see you at home puppy. You better be ready to apologise for your antics when I get back.”

A low mewl left you as Mace picked you up, tailing Beck as they brought you back to Nick’s car. They were gentle with you, but didn’t remove the clamp from your neck despite your woeful cries the whole car ride back. Mace turned the deep bass of the music up to drown out your sounds as you lay across the back seat.

It was hard to form words in this state, but you still managed a few desperate howls for help as the car got closer and closer to your personal prison, Nick’s home. Your mind wandered to the other Omegas. What would become of them now? You hated to admit it, but their chances of survival seemed much more slim than yours.

These Alphas, so desperate for control and power, you feared to think of the lengths they would go for an adrenaline rush. The things they would do to their Omegas were, daresay, unspeakable

It all seemed like a game. A game you and all of your peers were losing.

Beck took you out of the car, carrying you up the stairs, past the dogs who looked at you curiously, and into the master bedroom.

“You should just do what he says, Omega. It will be much easier for you.” Beck spoke softly as he navigated your body into the crate, lying you down on the blankets that covered the hard base and pushing the fabric of your dress into the confines. There was no real cushioning, and you could already imagine how sore your joints were going to be after a few hours of being cramped in the same position.

Beck took the clip off your neck and locked the cage door, giving you a sympathetic look as you just cried.

You mourned the loss of James, the loss of your life, the loss of everything you knew.

Beck turned the light off as he left the room, covering everything with a shroud of darkness, the only source of light from the moon.

You turned in the dress, tulle all around you as you cuddled into the foetal position on your side.

The room was silent, just the rustling of the trees outside audible.

Your eyes fluttered closed, fingers resting against the diamond collar and deep mating mark.

As the cold evening air settled over your skin, your resolve was set. Your Alpha would not break you.

Deft fingers danced over the collar, fiddling with the gems that embellished it. It had become looser after the clamp on your neck had damaged it slightly. Instinctually you pulled the collar tighter so you would feel its presence against your windpipe. It was comforting, as if Nick was there, giving you a comforting touch. Your tight chest eased just a little.

It was then you realised there was only one problem in your plan. Nick Fowler had already won.

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[justagirlinafandomworld]

I did quite a bit of reading this month and hope you will have as much fun reading and sharing these stories as I have! Again, I want to say a great big THANK YOU to the writers on this list. You are incredible, thank you for sharing your works on this hellsite. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

The Mandalorian

Fever in my Eyes by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Reader Felucia was not an ideal planet to track a quarry on and you find yourself in a sticky situation when you lose sight of the Mandalorian for a moment. An unexpected standoff between Mando and the bounty leads to you escaping back to the Razor Crest, unaware of the pollen which seeped into your nostrils and past your skin. What will the bounty hunter do once he realizes what you’re asking of him? And more importantly, is it worth risking whatever relationship he has with you? Warnings: Smut and Angst, my two faves. Blindfold. Breeding Kink!!! Things are consensual from both sides but since this is a sex pollen fic, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

unfold me by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Female Reader Warnings: Hypothermia. Naked “cuddling.” Confessions. And just an overall emotional bucket of feels.

Marvel

Bad Date by @firefly-in-darkness Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Your date isn’t going well but a chance encounter with the Mafia King of Brooklyn changes your view on how your night is turning out.. Warnings: 18+, Smut, Swearing, Mafia/Mob vibes, mentions of violence, Sex, Praise, Degradation.

Dearly Beloved by @indyluckycharlie Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Female Reader Against your will and your wishes, your powerful mafia father has arranged your marriage to the son of his closest ally. You have other plans. Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Violence. Threats of violence. Murder and implied murder.

the forest by @avintagekiss24 Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader You wake up in a strange, magical place. All alone, you start to walk and find that you aren’t the only one wandering the trees. warnings: language words, smut, sex, sex pollen kinda, animal transformation, grumpy bucky, angst/horror?, fae/faries, fairy tale vibes

Sundress by @princessmisery666 Steve Rogers x Female Reader Steve buys you a present, but it’s more for him. Warnings: smut, dom!Steve, language.

Last Laugh by @boxofbonesfic Steve Rogers x Comedian!Reader Your jokes land you in some hot water with their subject–Captain America. Turns out, America’s golden boy’s a bit of a bully–and you kind of like it. Warnings: Mean Steve, Sub!Reader, Smut, Light BDSM, Semi-public sex, MINORS DNI

Daisy Safe, Rose Wild by @kellyn1604 Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!OFC Steve Rogers is an Alpha on a mission. Find his wayward omega and bring her to heel. What he doesn’t count on is her determined spirit to bring him to his knees. Warnings- Soft! Dark. Non-violent non-con/dub-con. Angst, reluctance, estrous, knotting, claiming, a ton of explicit smut. No wolves or talk of pups…they’re people with a/b/o designations.

Let My Heart Bleed by @xbuchananbarnes Steve Rogers x Female Reader (she/her) Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference. part of the you are the sun universe but can be read as a stand-alone.Warnings: S M U T,angst (an almost break up. Sorry about that, I’ve been on my feels), fluff, cursing, poorly edited. This takes place about seven months after CW (yay for nomad!Steve).

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight Thor x Female Reader Your lover - with the help of the stupidly large mirror you own - shows you just how desirable you really are to him... Warnings: Smut! Dirty talk. Insecurities (kind of). Sex in front of a mirror. Soft Dom Thor. 18+ ONLY PLEASE AND FUCKING THANK YOU.

Supernatural

Angel with a Shotgun by @gone-to-fight-the-fairies Castiel x Reader Castiel comes to the reader’s aid when she is put in danger because of his harbored feelings toward her. Warnings: none provided

Missing in Action by @talesmaniac89 Dean Winchester x Reader Dean, was hit by a spell cast by an apparently lovesick witch. And though your little group tries to keep him from her, he breaks free. Breaking your heart along the way. Warnings: Heartbreak, jealousy, betrayal, break up, ANGST, injuries, gunshots, blood, possible death, gun violence.

Need Me by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Sam is gone. Dean isn’t coping well but Emily can’t leave him.  Warnings: Grieving, smut, angst, smangst, angry Dean, alcoholism, toxic relationship, language, cheating (maybe).

Shared Grief (3 parts) by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Dean and Emily seek comfort together in their shared grief over losing Sam. In their desperation, they may be doing more hurt than healing. Disaster and salvation surprise them both. But all choices come with a price. Part 1 Warnings: smut, angst, grieving, cheating (sort of), bad decisions, betrayal, suicide mention, fluff, language, alcoholism, show level violence mentioned,

Whatcha Got There? by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) old artifacts, Dean being cute, shenanigans Warnings: none

Not a Dry Pair by @deanwinchesterswitch Rockstar!Dean Winchester x Female Reader A fun little glossed-over glimpse into the life of a 'groupie'. Warnings: 18+ NSFW, language, smut with practically no plot

Wasted by @girl-next-door-writes Dean Winchester x Reader You gave up everything for your happy ever after but what if your true happiness is sat drinking himself into oblivion in a bunker? Warnings: none provided

Hello Hello by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) Dean liked to suprise Y/N. Especially if he found a fun weakness in the process. Warnings: none provided

Run To You by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x OFC Disillusioned by the world around her, Kasey has chosen to live a life of solitude. Accused of a crime he didn't commit, Dean escapes custody. On the run from the law and out to prove his innocence, he stumbles headlong into Kasey's life. The fateful encounter sets them on a winding path of desire, heartbreak, and perhaps the most incredible love they've ever known. However, time and the law are not on their side. Warnings: Angst, fluff, slow-burn, language, panic attack detailed (near end of story). Each chapter will have its own warnings.

I'm Not Mad by @fluffiest-dreams Jack Kline, Reader (she/her) Jack was still a child. Some things proved that more than others. Pure fluff Warnings: general spoilers for season 13, lil bit of Jack being insecure

Don't Die by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Y/N wanted to go on a hunt with Dean while Sam had to stay back with an injured leg. Neither of them was happy about it Warnings: fighting, brief misunderstanding, fluff

I Keep My Promises by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Sam and Dean had just smoked out a nest of vampires when the two survivers decided to get revenge by kidnapping Y/N. Warnings: canon typical violence, kidnapping, angst, decapitation, blood (but I promise a happy ending)

Crossovers

I'll Be Seeing You by @navybrat817 Spy!Ari Levinson x Female Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Ari has to let you go until a threat gives him a reason to come home. Warnings: Slight angst, break-up, adult themes, slight possessive behavior, Ari Levinson, (he is a warning)

American Beauty / American Psycho by @cockslut-padalecki Soldier Boy x Female Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers Y/N wakes up to what should be every woman’s fantasy— sandwiched between the heroes of America as their own personal fuck toy. Warnings: Soldier Boy/Steve’s love/hate relationship, explicit sexual content, dub-con, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), double penetration, anal play, anal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, mentions of oral sex (female and male receiving), deep throating, a little slapping, degradation, threats of cream pies to every orifice, 18+.

Other Characters

Nothin' Short of a Miracle by @starks-hero Roy O'Bannon x Female Reader The last person Roy knew that caught tuberculosis didn’t see the next month. But you’re strong and Roy doesn’t plan on giving up on you as long as you’re still fighting. Warnings: depictions of serious illness, a little bit of angst, fluff

RPF

Snack? by @jawritter Jensen Ackles x Female Reader The new Alpha on set wants you to take his “new’ face for a spin, and who the fuck can you tell him now? Warnings: Face riding, Possessive  behavior I guess? ABO dynamics, male masturbation. Light dirty talk. Language. Is it cheating if he has permission?

[imagine-loki]

Omega Mine

TITLE: Omega Mine

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 47/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Loosely based on: Imagine Loki discovers the Avengers have an omega who has healing powers living with them. He’s an Alpha and he wants her, badly. 

RATING: M  

NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

“Cap!” You called as you moved to Wanda.  You didn’t have to say anything to Loki.  He was your mate and knew exactly what needed done.  Cap nodded and dealt with the civilians.  Loki moved in the same moment as you did, moving to Wanda.  He instantly created a shield around the three of you that would keep Wanda’s wayward magic inside the shield and protect everyone outside of it. You were impressed with how fast and powerful his magic was.  You had magic as well, but you’d never be able to create something to keep everyone safe from the raging witching so easily.  

Especially not with the amount of power that Wanda had at her disposal.  

She could blow you all to kingdom come with a thought, or turn your minds to jelly.  Under normal circumstances, she never would, but rage filled her at the moment over the collar on Peter.  She wasn’t thinking clearly.  

So you had to calm the Alpha-pup down.  

You went to stand in front of her, even as her rage grew and her magic flared, shimmering red around her.  You wouldn’t be afraid.  You couldn’t.  She was just an Alpha who needed help.  She didn’t know how to control her new instincts yet.  Especially when it was an Omega she cared about who she thought was in trouble.  

/Mate, let Peter into the shield.  We’ll need him/ you told Loki quickly.

You gave Wanda a gentle smile, trusting that Loki would do what you needed him to.  He would keep the civilians safe.  He would step in and force her control if she couldn’t calm herself.  She needed to learn to control her own abilities.  Loki would help her, you both would, but she wouldn’t grow without learning that control, even when she was upset.  

Wanda looked up into your eyes.  Hers were glowing red with her power and the malevolence in them… It made you sick to your stomach to see the rage and wrath that Hydra had taught her.  “Sweetling, we talked about what would happen,” you reminded him gently.  You’d talked with both pups on what to expect if they presented as Alpha, Omega, or Beta.  

“They’re trying to collar him like an animal! He doesn’t deserve it!” She snarled, her magic flaring.  

You saw Loki’s magic in the background, absorbing her excess power, keeping it from exploding and hurting any of you.  He would step in if you asked him or if you needed him, but he would let you handle this.  It was your job and your calling as an Omega.  This little Alpha was in distress.

“I know, sweetling.  I know it’s unfair,” you soothed her, letting your aura surround her.  

“Then don’t let them!” She cried as her power flared again.

You pulled her into a hug, ignoring the power that could destroy you in a heartbeat. You held her close and stroked her hair.  “I wish I could, but we all have to follow the law.  This isn’t the way to get the law fixed,” 

Her power flared again and you caught Peter’s aura as he rushed over.  “Wand?” He asked and hugged her too.  

She mewed and clutched onto him.  She nuzzled close and took in his scent and aura.  “Pete.  They’re going to collar you,” she whined.

He nodded and hugged onto her.  “I know.  I don’t like either.  But it’s the law.  It’ll be alright,” he reassured her.  “We can work to change the law together. Captain Rogers and Mister Stark will help,”

You let go of Wanda, trusting that her Omega would know the right words to soothe and reassure his Alpha.  Peter pulled her more securely in his arms.  

“You’re sure?” She asked, pulling her magic back and starting to think more clearly.  

“Yes, but… will you sit with me while they do it?” You heard the fear in his voice, but you also heard the lie in his tone.  No, not heard the lie. Smelled the lie.  That was new. But you couldn’t focus on that at the moment.  Why was Peter lying?  He hadn’t even said a lie.  No, it was just the tone.  He was only pretending to be afraid.  

So Wanda would take care of him.

He was refocusing the upset Alpha’s attention onto taking care of an Omega.  

Wanda blinked and focused on Peter and his fear.  Her magic faded and her eyes returned to normal.  She took Peter’s hand.  “I’ll sit with you,” she promised, lending her strength to the Omega.  

You and Loki both sighed in relief and Loki dropped his shield.  “We’ll work together to change the law,” Peter promised her as he led her to the back room where the collaring would happen.  You and Loki went with them, just to make sure nothing happened again with Wanda’s powers.  

Cap had managed to calm the staff down.  They were used to outbursts of magic from upset puppies.  That didn’t mean that they expected an outburst as big as the one Wanda had caused, or was capable of causing.  The entire room was a mess of papers that had gotten blown around when her powers went out of control, in those moments before Loki’s shield had gone up.  A couple of the staff looked like they needed new underpants after Wanda’s outburst.

Puppies usually didn’t have that much power even when they were upset.  

Most puppies didn’t have magic powered by an infinity stone.  

She was going to need careful teaching and guidance to learn to control her powers.  

[earnestly-endlessly]

Hiii could you rec any fics where Erik or Charles or both are vampires and or werewolves?

Thank you so much dear lots of love

I'm so sorry for being so late with this, but in compensation I do have tons of fics that should quench your thirst for some vampire/werewolf cherik. Enjoy!

Vampire

And the Gunslinger Followed – musical_emjay

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr hunts the things that go bump in the night.

He’s done so since he was a child, since the first time his mother put a knife in his hand and told him how to use it, told him why he should.

But ten years alone on the road has caught up to him, left him wrung out and longing for a place to rest, recharge, get his head back on straight. Though nowhere has ever truly felt like home, he heads straight for New York City, a place that’s always had more to offer him by way of warmth and comfort than any other. What he finds when he gets there, however, is several miles south of anything approaching restful. Old acquaintances, old memories, and a mysterious stranger who has him forgetting all his rules — Erik soon realizes there are decisions he needs to make, before circumstances intervene and make them for him. Otherwise, he might not like the result.

An Accident of Circumstance – manic_intent

Summary: Secret Santa, for azryal00, prompts: virginity, stalking or vampire AU. Decided to attempt all, in one fic. As part of a reward for his successes in border skirmishes, Sebastian Shaw allows Erik discretion to create a childe of his own, within reason. Erik rebels.

B-Negative – manic_intent

Summary: Written for the 5 Acts thing on livejournal, for toestastegood's 'Vampire AU' Act. This was originally going to be some sort of True Blood parody, but it somehow became a bit more serious. :/

Bloodbound – ikeracity

Summary: Finding himself strapped for cash at the start of his senior year, Erik decides to become a donor at TypO, a blood bar where vampires come to drink fresh blood from consenting donors, safely and legally. There, he catches the eye of Charles Xavier, vampire, telepath, professor at Columbia, and quite possibly the most alluring person Erik's ever met. Their first meeting sets into motion a bond much deeper than they can understand, one that neither of them had ever expected.

Old Metal (Blood, Memory and Rubber Ducks) – pprfaith

Summary: Erik is a vampire. Sookie, err, Charles is a telepath. Any questions?

Food Allergies – madneto

Summary: A bout of insomnia one fateful night leads Erik to Xavier's, the late night bookstore near Columbia University, whose owner Erik quickly decides is the best thing since... well, since maybe ever. Charles is brilliant, funny, passionate, handsome, and every other good adjective Erik can think of, and even though they've only been on three dates, Erik is convinced this is the start of something perfect.

Then Charles has a bad reaction to the food Erik cooks for them on their fourth date, leaving Erik to wonder if maybe he's completely botched his one chance at true love.

Series

The Price for Eternity – madneto

Summary: Erik and Charles are relaxing in the park when Erik decides to ask Charles a question that has long been on his mind, re: vampires. The answer is unexpected.

Series

The Boy with the Sigil Tattoo – keire_ke

Summary: Buffy AU. The story of a boy and his vampire.

Love and Other Secrets – Microsaur

Summary: Erik is a vampire that would much rather be left alone, Charles is a baronet that can't seem to accept that.

The First One – SassyDuckQueen

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is a vampire living in a peaceful life in New York City, where he works as a night time security guard at the Pentagram. He's in a relationship with Charles Xavier, a young professor at a private university. However, his life is thrown upside down by the return of his wayward son, Peter, who informs him that an old enemy has resurfaced.

Series

Blood Bound – WaxRhapsodic

Summary: Charles is sick. Again. He decides to do something drastic about it and take a Blood Contract with a Vampire who turns out to be dangerously attractive.

Night Holds No Redemption – isabella

Summary: Vampire Hunters AU

When vampires roam the city at night there are also those who will hunt them down.

Charles Xavier and James “Logan” Howlett are vampire hunters part of the NIB – Night Investigation Bureau, in New York. When Erik, a vampire Charles failed to kill, comes back to haunt him Charles finds he no longer can run from his past and has to face the truth about the monster he created.

Pairing info: Flashbacks are Charles/Erik, present focuses first on the growing relationship between Logan/Charles, then on Charles/Erik.

Endgame will be Charles/Erik.

Night Life – Ook

Summary: he young journalist, or researcher, or whatever he is, is going to get himself in trouble around here. Erik can tell.

A researcher who doesn't know when to stop.

A man who doesn't take no for an answer.

A vampire that doesn't give interviews.

Werewolf

Dancing in the Rain – Pangea, velvetcadence

Summary: Werewolf alpha Erik found a human pup Charles alone in the forest and took him back to his lair. Erik protected and cared for the boy, though he was barely a mature wolf himself.

A few years passed, Charles grew up so pretty, and Erik was afraid he would miss his kind and go back to them, leaving Erik to be alone again - but Charles stayed and chose to be Erik’s mate.

Moon Song – ikeracity

Summary: Werewolf AU. When Charles is captured by hunters, Erik and his pack go after him. It turns out there might be some room for redemption left for both of them after all.

Loyalty and Obedience – Ook

Summary: A human rent boy working the streets gets rescued from a pimp by the Lehnsherr Pack Head and his Second on a recruitment trip. Werewolves, huh?

Who knows where this one's going?

Skin Deep – manic_intent

Summary: Written for the kmeme, Everyone-is-a-werewolf AU. Erik happens upon a seemingly abandoned mansion in Westchester during a full moon and finds an insanely clueless werewolf living in isolation.

In Escrow – manic_intent

Summary: Same 'verse as Skin Deep, between the final part and the epilogue. Charles abruptly realizes that he's unable to shift forms after a full moon. Which can only mean one thing.

Supernatural and the Scientist – Caradee

Summary: Charles Xavier is a upcoming geneticist and wildlife biologist who’s next big thesis reveals a little to much about the hidden werewolf community. Now Erik Lehnsehrr is suppose to figure out who it is feeding Xavier the information and put an end to it.

However, things are not what they appear.

Open Season – Caradee

Summary: Charles is a adorable omega wolf who has no sense for pack dynamics and wanders on his own. Erik is the exhausted Alpha of the pack who is unfortunately smitten with him. Its hunting season, nothing can go wrong. Right?

Only Hope – onaxe

Summary: According to werewolf law, an unwed Omega cannot legally hold custody of a child. When Charles is challenged for custody over his 17 year old sister, Raven, he desperately turns to the only solution available. He marries a complete stranger, Alpha Erik Lehnsherr, who is haunted by a mysterious past.

Note: Unfinished but a fun read.

Tooth and Nail – TurtleTotem

Summary: Erik is no longer part of Charles's pack. It's none of his business who he takes as a mate.

Vampires and Werewolves

For you, Eternity – gerec, lachatblanche

Summary: Erik still remembers the day he lost everything to a pack of werewolves; his family, his village, and the love of his life. Left with nothing but regret and pain everlasting, he turns to Sebastian Shaw - who promises revenge in exchange for loyalty eternal.

For centuries, he leads his clan of vampires in a war against their hated enemy, the same werewolf pack responsible for the slaughter of Erik’s village. But now Logan - the pack’s new leader - wants to make peace with their age old adversaries; an act that neither side particularly cares to pursue.

Adding to this volatile mix is one Charles Xavier, scientist and academic, drawn to the continent by his fascination for the supernatural and the locals’ tales of love, betrayal and never-ending war…

On the Scent – dedkake

Summary: The full moon is nearing and Charles decides to visit his neighbor.

Does not ebb – StarkMad

Summary: prompt: "...I would love a fic with Charles and Erik in an Underworld AU basically with Charles as Selene's character and Erik as Michael Corvin's character

and/ooor nonnie could do an Underworld: Rise of the Lycans and Charles as Sonja's character and Erik as Lucian (feel free and make me cry, dearest nonnie) feel free to do whatever you want as long as the AU still remains identifiable (and just kill me with tons of Chares and Erik drama and lurve and heartache and whatever.

Dear Neighbour Mine – issabella

Summary: Fill for the prompt by Lonelyparts: Charles is a telepathic werewolf living next door to a vampire who favours severe black turtlenecks and metal coffins.

Of course they have to annoy each other first, before dangerous circumstances bring them together.

[wickfursfanfics]

Could you tell me more about Era of Wolves? *eye emojis*

Absolutley!

Era of Wolves is a Comic/Fic AU that takes place in a sort of fantasy/historical Japan. It is an Omegaverse, with Shinichi as an Omega human and Kaito as an Alpha werewolf/shapeshifter. It starts when they are both children.

Shinichi lives in a little village called Beika, loving to help his father with his carpenter work and solve mysteries around the community. Everyone thinks he will be an Alpha or at least a Beta. Imagine their surprise and disappointment when he turns out to be an Omega. Everyone now treats him different and basically forces him to act more like an Omega. Weaving, child care, learn from your mother, no heavy work for you, stop helping your father with a Betas carpenter work! and no mysteries for you mister! You can imagine he gets sick of it. So when he turns old enough, he leaves to a bigger town, finds a secret work as a carpenter and his "main work" as a weaver and moves to a little remote house in the mountains.

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Kaito lives in a sort of nomadic village in the forests outside the human villages. They trade goods like skins, woodwork, tools and medicinal herbs, foods and other things with the humans, that have no clue they are werewolves. Kaito has some knowledge of medical herbs that he studied under the creepy but cool werewolf shaman, Akako. As a Werewolf there is a tradition that states that when a young one turns a certain age, they have to start finding a mate and have one by a certain age. But as Kaito is rebellious and very much dislikes ALL the potential mates his parents throw his way (Yes his father lives!) he starts to wander off in wolf form to a remote little abandoned house to get away from it all. Just chilling and sleeping in an undisturbed place.

You can see where this is going. 0w0

Shinichi fixes up the seemingly abandoned house and starts living in Kaito's little hidey hole, without his permission he might add! Kaito messes with him by scratching up his hard work in order to make him leave but Shinichi is a stubborn fool. Eventually Shinichi gets sick from working nonstop because of Kaito's shenanigans. and well, Kaito has a heart, so he can't leave him like that in the middle of the mountains all alone. So he turns human and stays with him until he gets better. And so love blossoms!

Quick lil note on the future in the story. Kaito's parents aren't entirely pleased that it is a human but can deal with it. And as you can imagine, as its an omegaverse.... Shin will have a pup, well not yet. Kaito hasn't told his mate about being a pupper, so things get a bit hairy when Kaito goes to hunt for his mate and pup to be and gets hurt like a fool. Shinichi is worried as he hasn't returned from the town in two days (which was a lie btw). In the meantime he rescues a random wolf he found in his "backyard/forest" and then sets out to find his wayward mate. Things happen and Kaito goes after him in wolf form. Stuff happens, Shinichi gets to know about his pupper mate and they live happily ever after. There is an omake with their child as well, but you know, I've rambled enough.

And this is #221 - Era of Wolves!

Ask me about my fic wips 0v0 OR my art wips

[suzloo]

Omega Team Bucciarati headcanons please? (Excluding Giorno since you already did omega headcanons on him)

Omega Team Bucciarati Headcanons

Bruno Bucciarati:

- He's the pack mother.

- He's always wanted kids, even if he is so young and works a dangerous job, he's always just wanted a family.

- So when all these wayward pups, who had nowhere to go, nowhere to call home, or even a family, he couldn't resist himself. They were all so young (save for Abbachio) and were all omegas who had presented early and had no one to guide them into surving the world as omegas, so he decided that he would be the one to take that responsibility.

- He makes sure all of his team is taken care of, that they all have the appropriate scent blockers or heat suppressants when they have to go on missions.

- He made his team a heat room, so that they could all have their heats in peace, it's stocked with food and water, and even toys for when the heats get too bad and they need relief.

- He gets very cuddly during his heats, so sometimes he'll actually prefer that his heats sync up with someone so that he'll have someone to cuddle.

- Bruno's scent is very sensual and spicy, like bergamot, heliotrope and vanilla.

Leone Abbacchio:

- He prefers to hide his omega status, even if he is surrounded by omegas.

- Him being an omega got him shit talked when he was on the police force and when his partner was killed, people claimed that he couldn't protect him because he was a weak omega, which only drove him down a darker path.

- He used to take an overwhelming amount of heat suppressants and scent blockers, trying to erase his status altogether, but he took them with alcohol, which made his body sick, so his body rejects heat suppressants and scent blockers to this day, which is why he ends up missing out on a lot of missions. Bruno offered him scent blockers and heat suppressants in injection form, instead of pill form, but they still make his body feel weird and weak.

- Because of his heat suppressant abuse, he has irregular heats that come and stay for inconsistent amounts of time. Sometimes his heat will skip a lot of the time or he'll have one every few months that lasts maybe a day or two, but other times they hit him hard, giving him superheats that'll sometimes last up to a week or two and it's absolute torture for his body, especially if he can't find a knot to ride on, he has to resort to either using toys or his own fingers to give him some relief.

- Leone's scent is spicy yet mysterious. He smells like violet, vetiver and ylang-ylang

Guido Mista:

- He's actually content with his Omega status and never really had a problem with it, until he got arrested and was certain that he was going to spend 30 years of his life in prison. Prisons are notorious for not protecting omegas or giving them the proper healthcare that they needed and even allowed them to be assaulted by their Alpha cellmates during their heats, so Mista knew that he wouldn't be able to survive, which is why he's so grateful that Bucciarati bailed him out.

- Even though he might not look or act like it, Mista is a very nurturing omega and it shows with how he treats his stand but will always deny it. He gets really nurturing when he's about to start his heat too, he hist gets the unbearable feeling that he needs to make sure everyone is taken care of.

- He doesn't outright say it, but he does want pups one day.

- If it looks like his heat is going to last for 4 days instead of his usual 3, he will freak out so someone has to stay in the heat room with him until he stops freaking out.

- He doesn't smell like an omega, he actually smells like an alpha, meaning that he has a really musky scent and he smells real earthy instead of sweet or spicy and because he smells like an Alpha, sometimes team members will approach him with something to scent, since smells that smell like an Alpha, will help them during their heats.

Narancia Ghirga:

- He presented at a really early age, which increased his father's mistreatment of him after his mother died.

- When he started living on the streets, he had to find the most secure places to hide, since he was a very young omega who was just starting to develop heats and had no access to scent blockers or heat suppressants.

- It was even worse when he got sent to juvy, since he was one of the only few who was presented as early as he was, an omega no less, he had to constantly fight for his safety from other inmates, but couldn't protect himself from guards.

- It got even worse when he got out and his "friends" eventually shunned him for having an eye disease and for being an omega.

- He initially joined the mafia without Bruno's knowledge because he was promised suppressants and scent blockers if he passed the test, which he did.

- Narancia may have presented early but he still acts more like a pup than an actual omega and still does pup mannerisms, like chewing on things, nipping people or gently headbutting their arms for attention, and makes loud whining or whimpering noises when he's upset or frustrated.

- Narancia's scent smells very sweet and citrusy, like oranges or tangerines.

Pannacotta Fugo:

- He presented early and was labeled a feral omega because of his temper.

- It got even worse when he attacked the Alpha teacher who tried to assault him and rumors spread that he was so feral that he randomly attacked a teacher.

- Fugo feared that no Alpha would ever want him because of his temper and him being labeled 'feral' and then later in life adopted the ideology that all alphas were jerks who only wanted to use him, so he gave up on dreaming of finding someone and mating for life.

- He's knows that he'll probably never get to have pups, since his chance of finding a mate is low and because of his temper, he doesn't think that he would be able to control himself and have enough patience to deal with pups, so he thinks no pup is safe around him.

- His heats are pretty normal, despite the fact that he gets a lot more irritable when he's about to start one, so everyone tends to stay out of his way and do things that won't anger him, Bruno supplying him with things to comfort him and make him feel calm during his heats.

- Fugo has a really pleasant scent, smelling of black tea, cardamom and saffron. His scent is really fresh and comforting, so sometimes members of the team will approach him and ask him to scent something of theirs before their heat starts because his scent is really soothing.

[katymacsupernatural]

My Favorite Scent

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Written For: @spngenrebingo

Square Filled: A/B/O

Summary: Y/N has given up hope on finding her mate. But walking home from work one night changes all of that.

Warnings: Subtle mentions of A/B/O. mentions of alpha, mate, scent. 

The sun was just starting to sink over the main street shops as you closed yours up for the day. Tucking the key into your purse, you began walking down the sidewalk, the summer air still hot and sticky against your skin.

As if the heat of summer wasn’t enough, you could feel your next heat start to settle in. The heat inside you, the tightness of your belly, the irritability you had flashed at multiple customers. Even your suppressants hadn’t taken off the edge, and you were slightly worried about this one. 

Sure, you were getting up there in age. Most of your friends by now were mated with pups of their own. Telling you to settle down, to find an Alpha you were compatible with. 

But this was a small town, and most of the Alphas were taken. Those that still roamed free were from the shady end of town. They smelled of stale beer, tobacco, and grease, and you stayed as far away from them as you could. Wishing that just someday someone would come strolling into town that would take one look at you and utter the word mine. Someone that was handsome and mysterious, but would love you all the same.

You had been told time and time again that you would know them by their scent. That it would be the most intoxicating smell that had ever tickled your nose. Something that was so perfect it was like coming home. But for years now, no Alpha’s scent had done that for you.

Trudging along the sidewalk to your small little house at the end of the street, you mentally went down your to-do list, knowing that tomorrow’s farmers market would mean that you had to be prepared. Add the stress of your upcoming heat and you were definitely not looking forward to it.

At first, you almost missed it. The welcoming scent of whiskey that always burned slightly at your nose. It was faint, but there, and you glanced around, wondering if some drunk had left a bottle laying around.

Layered above the whiskey was the scent of freshly baked cherry pie. Your absolute favorite. Sweet but with that slightly salty taste of the crust. It had your mouth watering but left you confused as well. No one was around. Most of the shops were already closed, people at home getting their little ones ready for bed. But that scent was coming stronger now, from the back of the butcher’s shop. 

It was mixed with blood as well, and the rational part of your brain wanted you to turn tail and run. But the wild, omega part of you that was slowly taking control with your heat rolling in had you walking forward, following that scent that was so welcoming. 

Your hand was on the door before you knew it, and you were pulling the heavy metal door, surprised that it was unlocked. The storage room was dark, but your eyes quickly became accustomed. There was a man tied to a chair in the middle of the room, his head drooped to one side. 

The intoxicating scent was coming from him. So much stronger now, it wrapped around you, comforting you even though you knew you had stepped into something shady. “Hello?” You whispered, looking for the other men that surely had to be here as well. 

None of the shadows moved, and you curiously stepped forward, wanting to see the man who had finally captured your interest. His jeans were caked in blood, as was his flannel shirt. He had a nasty gash on his forehead. His shoulders were wide and strong, his thighs lean but sturdy at the same time. He was handsome, and being this close to him sent shivers straight down your spine.

“Hey,” you whispered, lightly tapping his cheek. He immediately came too, his head snapping up, his nostrils flaring wide as he took in your scent. 

“Who...You smell so good,” he mumbled, his eyes searching your face before reality hit him. “Please, you need to leave.”

“Why?” You asked, reaching down to undo the ropes holding him to the chair. Sure, he was the one tied up, but you had this feeling he wasn’t the bad person. “Who did this to you.”

“Vampires,” he explained, which wasn’t an explanation at all. Your hands froze on the knots as you stared up at him, wondering if this man hadn’t gotten a concussion. “You need to go before they come back.”

“I can’t leave you like this,” you insisted to the man you had just met. Quickly you untied the remaining rope when the door slammed open and three men strode inside, eying you curiously. 

“Who’s this delectable piece of meat?” One asked, his lips lifting. You watched in shock as teeth, sharp pointy teeth, filled his mouth. Maybe the man behind you wasn’t that delusional after all. 

“Just a strange girl,” he muttered. “Let her go. Your beef is with me.” Your strange mystery man stayed in the chair even though you had undone the ropes enough for him to be free. 

The main vampire, you still weren’t’ sure you believed your eyes, stalked you, his fangs still protruding. “Nah, I think she’s just an added bonus. I can’t wait to taste her sweet blood.”

“Move,” the amazing smelling man whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. Before you could blink he was out of his chair, pushing you to safety and decapitating the first vampire with ease. 

As you crouched behind the storage cabinet, the other two vampires quickly lost their heads as well. You could see the man breathing hard, holding the machete tight in his hand. “Are they...are they gone?” You asked, and instantly his entire demeanor changed.

“They’re gone,” he assured you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded as he came around the storage rack, the machete tucked into the back of his pants. Within an instant, he pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing down on yours. You melted into his embrace. It felt like you were coming home, that this is where you had belonged all along.

“I’m Dean,” he finally introduced himself as he slowly pulled away. 

“Y/N,” You answered, wanting nothing more than to have his lips against yours again.

“It was torture,” he admitted. “I could smell you through that door, and I wanted nothing more than to rip those ropes off and find my mate.”

“I...mate?” You choked out, the word surprising you, but it shouldn’t have. You had both been drawn to each other, and the legend had been true. 

“We have a lot to discuss,” he continued. “Why don’t we find a place that serves pie, and we can sit down and talk.”

“My place,” you automatically answered, knowing that nobody did pie like you. “I have a fresh-baked cherry pie.”

“You’re absolutely perfect,” he exclaimed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “I knew this hunt was a good idea.” 

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Maelstrom - Hannibal/Will [Alpha/Omega (G)]

Twitter Prompt: A/O!Verse & Baby!Graham-Lecter

The silence is deafening. Out in the halls, he can pick out muffled conversations and announcements echoed overhead. They pulse against his ears. Hospital ward sounds that fade into the background as he strains to hear Will. The screams cut deeper than any knife ever will. Every lash across his skin dug deeper and deeper with every fumbled step he was dragged away.

He fought. Of course he did. No sane Alpha would ever part with their mate, unless something, or someone, interfered.

The metal and plastic and rubber sitting in his mouth are almost suffocating. The scent of it alone, mixed with the sting of disinfectant in the halls, coats the roof of his mouth and turns his nose. The harness digs into his skin and his teeth gnaw against the bit.

His hands are free; trembling and fidgeting with everything but the harness’ buckle sitting at the back of his head. Some small sliver of logic whispers to him that it’s just for a moment, for the safety of others, and the safety of his mate while they work on him.

And the logic cowers as whatever primal, vocal part of his being snarls and stalks. Whatever that sane part of him can whisper against the shell of his ear, it will always be chased away by the same part of him that sends him into ruts and leaves his reason at the door.

So he paces, and listens. All the while his jaw flexes against the bit caught between his teeth and a harness keeping his mouth shut.

He’s away from his mate.

And his mate is in distress.

And the silence stretching out over him is too much—

“Doctor Lecter?”

His pacing falters. He reels around, looking to one of the many doors that stand between him and Will’s side. A nurse steps through the door, a hand clasped tightly around the handle, ready to pull it shut if the alpha inside the room lashes out. A security team is probably waiting outside in the hall, ready to intervene again if needs be.

That logical, sane part of him rears its head. Settle.

The nurse squares her shoulders. A brave woman, facing down a distressed Alpha separated from his labouring mate. Then again, she probably can’t smell the scents souring the air inside the room.

“Your husband is ready to see you,” she says, a small smile ghosting her lips. She takes a step inside. Brave woman, not only facing down an enraged Alpha, but a hunter. A maelstrom of thought swirls around; plans to hunt those who kept him from Will, other assurances that what he’s feeling is just hormones, and that Will is fine because of those said people—

The nurse lifts her hands, gesturing to the muzzle holding his jaw shut. “I can take it off of you now,” she explains, “just as long as you agree that your walk from here to your husband’s room is a peaceful one.”

There’s definitely a team waiting outside in the hall. Hannibal’s ears twitch at the sound of people shuffling around outside. Their footfalls are too heavy to belong to scrub-clad nurses and doctors.

Maroon eyes regard the nurse for a moment – a colour made all the more deeper by the swirling emotions and hormones flooding him. It started the very moment when he surfaced, his nose wrinkling at a change in scent. He’s known Will long enough to know what he smells like, no matter what state he’s in. The usual scent changed; it soured and twinged with something that had sleep washing off of him as he nudged his mate awake.

It was time.

Hannibal’s jaw flexes. He eventually nods.

The nurse is slow with her movements, not unlike approaching a wild animal. And maybe, at one point during their evolution, that might have been the case. No matter how many generations pass through the aeons, something primal will always remain. And he’s gone much of his life ignoring it, pushing it to the side because it was a great inconvenience.

Then Will broke down those walls and let his feral nature loose, engulfing the both of them.

A low growl clambers up his throat when the nurse slips behind him. His hands clench into fists by his side at her fingers deftly unlatching the buckle. At the slightest hint of give from the muzzle, Hannibal reaches up. The nurse backs off as he wrenches the godforsaken thing off, clamping down on the urge to fling it across the room and charge for his mate.

He shifts his jaw, letting the ache slowly work its way out. The harness sits heavily in his hand. The rubber bit is imprinted with teeth marks, impressions left behind from just wanting to gnaw at something to take the edge off. Every primal, deep-set part of him screamed to claw and bite and roar. Maybe all those aeons ago, held up in a cave somewhere, when it would have been just the two of them, he could have fought off wayward intruders.

But nowadays, he understands the measures taken by hospitals to keep their staff alive and in one piece. They had the same thing in John Hopkins. Sometimes the Alphas of families hearing unfortunate news turned feral.

He turns to the nurse, a small courteous smile ghosting his lips. “Thank you,” he rumbles. His voice will be changed, altered to be a pitch recognisable by their baby. And the thought of it has his blood beginning to curdle again. He wants to see them. And Will.

The nurse lifts her chin. “Come with me,” she says, already leading them out of the room.

He winces at the sharp, bright light out in the hall. The noise is almost too much; staff and visitors chattering among themselves, the distant cry of other labouring women and omegas. He catches the inside of his cheek between his teeth. Will.

They can’t weave through the halls quick enough. It’s a typical labour ward – painted dust pastels and with overtly friendly and calm-speaking midwives and nurses who drift between rooms. A few of them glance at the alpha being escorted by one of their own, and a small army of security guards trailing behind them. But no one looks surprised. Or even bothered. The speed in which guards flooded Will’s room and clamped his alpha’s jaw shut to stop him from lashing out only tells him that this is a regular occurrence.

At the sight of Will’s room door, his heart leaps to his throat. He has to stop himself from rushing past the nurse and bursting in himself.

The nurse stops just outside of the room, peering in the opened door and greeting who Hannibal can only presume to be a colleague. She gives a firm nod to whoever is inside before turning back to him. “Alright, you can go in.” The silent threat lingers. But behave, or we’ll take you away again.

The second he steps into the room, his hackles fall. A familiar scent twinged with sweetness coats the roof of his mouth and settles on his tongue. He takes a breath of it, letting it bloom through him like sunlight warming a room.

A gentle thrill calls for him. Hannibal’s eyes dart to the bed. Amid machines and monitors and IV stands is his mate, propped up against pillows, guarding a white bundle against his chest. Hannibal’s feet carry him over. He practically falls into Will’s side, a gentle rumble rattling out of his throat to mix with his mate’s own sounds. A nurse and midwife still remain in the room, strategically keeping themselves as far away from the mated pair and their new pup as they can. Eventually, they leave the room with muffled footfalls and the softest of clicks when the door shuts behind them.  

A tired, worn-out smile tugs the corners of Will’s lips. “What was all of that about, doctor?” a light huff of a laugh slips out of him. A tiny whelp escapes the bundle in his arms; one snapping Will’s attention back, earning a small thrill out of his throat.

Hannibal hums, utterly lost of where to look. “I may have let instincts get the better of me. I apologise, darling.” His gaze eventually settles on the small, clenched fist that wiggles free of the bundle of blankets. One of Will’s hands, pinned with a cannula, gently pries the blanket away. A small, red face peers out. Still wincing at being hauled from a quiet, safe place into a world such as this; but Hannibal’s breath catches in his throat at how rounded their cheeks are, their pursed lips and squinting eyes. Even the faintest of sand-coloured wisps dusting the crown of their head.

He’s aware of Will’s eyes on him, blearily watching him for anything to slip through that impenetrable wall he shields himself with. But the omega knows all too well that he’s chipped enough of those bricks years ago to have that wall crumbling and cascading down. A new pup is the last blow, sending dust and debris to the wind. He swallows against the lump trying to lodge in his throat.

Will’s smile only grows when their pup reaches out and nabs one of his fingers. They’re so small, barely wrapping around his fingertip. “A girl,” he whispers, suddenly mindful of the quiet that has fallen over the room. Monitors whirl and beep occasionally, but it’s a world different to when they arrived. Pain wracking through Will’s body as labour moved on without him. Growls, snarls, shouts flung down the hall. It was chaos. Will brings the pup closer to his chest, letting her forehead rest against his bare skin.

Hannibal watches, perched by the side of Will’s bed. He looks beautiful; bleary-eyed with shadows clinging to the hollows of his face, sweat-coated curls sticking to his forehead. A show of strength and resilience to bring their child into this world, by himself. Hannibal’s stomach sours at the thought of not being there. The first cry to pierce through the room should have graced his ears too. He should have been there to soothe and gentle and encourage. Those who kept him away rattle through his mind. Faint glances at nametags and a general knowledge of how hospitals and their rotas work—

“Hannibal.”

The Alpha glances to his mate. Any ounce of tiredness that plagued his mate is gone. Or at least, pushed behind hardened blue eyes. Will lifts his chin, challenging. “Don’t blame yourself or others,” he says firmly, the words almost slurring together in a growl.

“Forgive me, my darling,” he dusts a kiss to Will’s temple. “I am only now coming out of the storm.”

Will hums, letting his head fall forward and rest against Hannibal’s. The air sweetens with plumes of Will’s scent drifting around. His usual smell is intoxicating. When he can, Hannibal sets his noise to the join of Will’s neck and shoulder, or to the hollow of his throat. Most nights, curled around each other and sweat beading along skin, Hannibal can’t sleep unless his lungs are full of his mate’s scent.

And it’s all the more sweeter now that a pup is here. She’s a tiny thing, swallowed completely in a swaddling blanket and gentled against Will’s chest. Tired, cut-off whines slip out from between her lips; calls matched by her mother cooing back, gentling, assuring her that she’s safe and they’re here for her.

There’s an unspoken agreement between the two of them. It wasn’t ideal, the pup’s birth. It had been challenging from the moment Will caught the change in his scent. Mornings spent curled around a toilet bowl, gagging at every dairy product under the sun. Swollen ankles and sore feet that found a permanent home on Hannibal’s lap, with the Alpha’s fingers dutifully coaxing out every tense and painful muscle.

But instincts are instincts, and this is their first pup. Their first. Whether any more appear, that will be up to Will. Hannibal didn’t think he could have any, being the age he is. And Will isn’t that free from concern either; a body littered with scars and worn out from illness. But here is a pup, healthy and squirming and scowling at the sheer noise of the world and trying to burrow her way into her mother’s chest to escape it all.

“I don’t want to see any of those nurses or midwives on our table,” Will rumbles, just teetering on the edge of slipping asleep, “do you understand?”

A small huff of a laugh escapes Hannibal. He makes a noise in the back of his throat. “Understood.”

The explanation sits between them. The people who brought him away are the same ones that brought their child into the world; the same people who made sure that Will weathered labour and birth and came out of it unscathed. And despite scenting the tang of blood in the air, his mate’s heart still thumps steadily in his chest, and his eyes are as quick as ever.

Something does linger on the tip of his tongue, peering out between his lips. A mother’s eye looks down at their pup, finally settling in for a short rest as she gets her bearings on the world.

Hannibal purrs. A gentle encouragement. They’re alone now and as soon as Will’s body is able, they’ll slip away with their pup and go back to hiding. But for now, it’s just the two of them. And thorned words and death wishes can be aired. The corner of Will’s lip twitches. “If you’re desperate for a hunt,” he murmurs, dusting his fingertip on the button of their daughter’s nose, “if you want to bring a feast to our table to welcome her into the world, there was a matron who came in to see what all the fuss was about.”

Hannibal’s purr vibrates through the air. While he can be cruel and violent in his own right, Will is even more so. And he suspects being a mother will only hone that urge to snarl and draw blood. The doctor hums. “Oh?”

Something wicked flashes in Will’s eyes. “Alphas have no place in a labour ward; especially ones that cannot control themselves.” He doesn’t distort his voice, knowing that the pup in his arms might just cry at his own normal soothe slipping away.

A low rumbling growl claws up Hannibal’s throat. He manages to catch it behind his teeth, but Will’s shoulders shake in a tired laugh. He nudges his nose against his Alpha’s. “I’ll be out of action for a while,” he lulls, “because your daughter saw fit to not enter this world without a fight.” Will’s lips part, a flash of fangs catches Hannibal’s eye. They’re close, but not close enough to catch Hannibal’s lip as he leans forward for a kiss. Will nudges him back, just so. A wounded sort of noise crawls up Hannibal’s throat. “Will you hunt for me, husband? For our daughter?”

He’ll line their table with whatever they need. Their home, wherever it may be, will be flooded with food and gold and warmth. A deep-set primal urge coils tightly in his stomach. One that sets his blood ablaze and has his throat rumbling. Will has a talent for igniting his blood, careful with plying with just the right words and glances.

The world outside their room, outside this hospital bed, all seems to slip away. Hannibal’s throat bobs. “I will give you everything and more, my love.” He glances down at their pup, nestled in Will's arms. Reaching out, he lets the pup nab and hold on to his finger. Warmth blooms through him. He swallows through a lump in his throat. "Both of you."

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Drive Him Crazy (Part 9)(New Year’s)

Dark!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Well, I was late for Christmas but now I’m early for New Year’s so hopefully that’ll cancel it out.

TW: some exhibitionism in this (kind of??)

Steve’s thick length pressed against your ass, warm and throbbing. His chest pressed against your back as he held you as close as he possibly could. His lips danced over your neck and shoulders, his scruffy beard dragging over your delicate skin. He nipped at your ear, running his tongue behind the shell of cartilage.

You shivered against him as his cool breath raked over your hot skin. You had woken up to this, his sinful touches all over your body. You lay still, enjoying each little brush and stroke. He drew your leg up and backwards and slotted his hips between your spread thighs. His weeping cock rubbed against your folds, your arousal coating his length as he groaned beneath his breath.

His large hands wandered over your belly, possessively claiming what was his. Your body was his, you were his. His callused fingers teased the taut flesh, spreading out and grasping you as well as he could. He followed the lines of the stretch-marks, lovingly tracing the evidence that you carried his pups. He intended to add to them in years to come, pride flooding him each time he looked at you.

“Why’d you wake me up?” you murmured softly, cheek pressed to the pillow, eyes still shut. Steve’s tongue ran up your neck, over your mark, and to your ear.

His breath was deliciously warm as he whispered. “It’s almost midnight.” His voice was no louder than a purr, but it rumbled deep in his chest against your back.

Carefully, he sat up right, bringing you along with him. He wrapped his arms around you beneath your shoulders and knees, easily lifting you. He slid out of the bed, feet whisking silently across the floor of your Avenger’s Tower living space. You’d be attending Tony’s New Year’s Day gala tomorrow, so you and the rest of the team had returned to their old quarters in the Tower. You, of course, lodged with Steve.

Your Alpha carried you over to the huge panel windows and sat you down on your feet. Your arms wrapped around your body, only the blanket you’d managed to snag covering you. Steve stood behind you, hands kneading your hips. Over the skyline, you could see the lights from the New Year’s celebration where people gathered en masse waiting for the ball to drop. If you squinted, you could see it, sparkling in all its grand glory.

Steve’s hands worked their way up your body as you watched the city lights, carefully teasing the blanket until suddenly it pooled around your feet. He leaned against you, his erection prominent against your back. Your face heated as you rushed to retrieve the blanket. Steve stopped you easily, holding you in your standing position.

“Steve,” you yelped, “anyone in the buildings near here could see us!” The lights in the windows of all the adjacent building glowed brightly, everyone awake despite the late hour, ready to ring in the new year. All it would take is one wayward glance and you’d be seen, fodder for the eyes of your neighbors.

Steve ground his length against you, his hands enveloping your breasts. “Everyone is watching the ball drop, little one. You should be too.” He grabbed your chin gently, moving your face until you gazed once more at the bright, celebratory section of city. His mouth teased your mark, making your knees weak. You placed your hands on the glass, supporting yourself so you wouldn’t falter in his grasp.

Steve growled, pleased to see you prone in front of him. He tugged at your breasts, pert nipples rolling between his fingers. He squeezed the swollen mounds of flesh reverently, eagerly imagining how nice it would look once you started to lactate. His teeth grazed over your bond mark once more, and you fell forward slightly. Your belly pressed against the cold glass, goosebumps raising over your skin.

“St-Steve, someone’s going to see,” you whimpered as his skilled lips attacked your shoulders, sprinkling a light spray of kisses that had you light-headed. He groaned in response, grinding his length against your back. You could feel the slick pre-cum smear a line down your skin, hot and sticky.

Slowly Steve’s hands worked back down your body, gliding over your belly and down your hips, until they rested on your ass. He kneaded your flesh, spreading your apart for him. You opened your legs instinctively, ever submissive to your Alpha despite your misgivings. His fingers coaxed your swollen lips into submission as he guided himself into your tight heat with an elongated groan.

“Oh, little girl, you make me feel so good,” he gasped in your ear, fingertips grazing your clit. You twitched, gasping at the feeling. With a deep chuckle, Steve caressed your swollen bundle of nerves again. “Did you like that?” he rumbled. 

You nodded rapidly, grinding your hips forward in time with the motion of his thrusts. Outside, the countdown was beginning. You could see people in the neighboring buildings watching their television sets eagerly as the ball began to drop. Steve snapped his hips rapidly, his cock forcing you wide open, blunt head brutalizing your cervix.

His fingers sped up as did his frantic, pounding thrusts as the clock neared midnight. Your body was wracked with chills of pleasure, shooting up your spine and through your limbs like lightning. Your lips were parted in a long, silent moan, your breaths stuttering as his fingers and cock worked you over the edge.

Fireworks exploded in the sky, brilliant reflections of light washing over you and your Alpha’s bare bodies. Your ears rang as Steve pushed your over the edge and you tumbled into a violent, breathtaking orgasm. You flung your head backwards, back arching and shoving your belly and breasts against the glass, screaming Steve’s name as he forced himself into you over and over, never letting up for a moment.

“Midnight,” he growled into your ear, his hot cum flooding your cunt, soaking each crevice of your pussy. His knot dragged along your walls as he pulled back, the swollen ridge thumping firmly into place, trapping his seed within you. You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against the glass, whimpering as his fingers assaulted your clit once more, forcing you into another intense orgasm, stronger than before. 

Your scream was shrill, your breath fogging the glass in front of your face. Your walls squeezed around his cock. Steve roared, clenching his teeth on your shoulder as your filled cunt contracted around him, gripping him tighter than before. His cock pulsed and another gush of fluid filled you, excess cum making you feel as though you were being split in two. His knot did its job, keeping every single drop inside of you.

You collapsed against the window as the fireworks died down. Steve caught you easily, supporting your weight. Your legs felt like jelly, unresponsive as pleasure short-circuited your brain. His beard scratched your neck as he panted against you, arms shaking as they held your body. 

Carefully, Steve carried you back to bed. He sat down on the edge, scooting back until both of you could lay down on your sides. Your legs held his hips, his cock buried firmly inside you. Your chest heaved and you felt deliciously warm.

Steve lifted the covers and pulled them over the two of you, holding you close against his broad chest. You could feel his heartbeat, still pounding from minutes before. His chin tucked between your neck and shoulder, his nose by the scent gland next to your jaw. He inhaled deeply, sated and content as he was bathed in his Omega’s scent. His warm hand rested on your belly, rubbing slow circles over the tight skin.

Your eyes drifted shut as sleep began to overtake your mind once more, the fuzzy blackness lapping at your vision as Steve murmured sleepily into your ear. “That’s the best way to welcome in the New Year,” he rumbled, “With a bang.”

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A Puppy for Christmas

“I know we’ve been trying for pups of our own. But I saw this little guy and knew he belonged with us.”

You couldn’t help but squeal as you picked up the fluffy, wiggly golden retriever puppy. “Sam, he’s perfect!”

“All the best for my Omega.”

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Merry Christmas!

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