#alpha price

[sprout-fics]

Alpha Price who gets a new alpha to the team under his command, with a warning on her file that speaks of a record of insubordination and bucking authority. Price narrowing his eyes because he does not tolerate that kind of attitude on his team, but signing off on the paperwork anyways because the other alpha's record is impressive.

Price quickly realizing that this new alpha isn't insubordinate so much as bratty. She has a rankled kind of attitude where she throws her weight around, is confrontational, and sometimes gets on the team's nerves. It's admirable, however, the way she doesn't back down, always squares up to the bigger alphas, doesn't step back from a confrontation. It's clear at a glance that she's doing it only because she's defensive and insecure.

Price slowly piecing together that this alpha has had to contend with her stronger, bigger, male alpha peers who see her as inferior due to being a woman. He realizes she's developed an attitude as a self preservation mechanism, a way to stake her place and earn her right to be there purely through alpha posturing. He gives her some grace because of this, but said alpha sees it only as dismissive, ignoring her.

Said alpha pushing, and pushing until Price's patience finally snaps- full alpha instincts making him corner the smaller alpha, growling a warning low and deep in his chest. He expects his subordinate to snarl back at him, only to pause and blink when her scent floods with arousal. He watches as her eyes grow wide, a deferential little whine forcing its way up her throat, knees wobbling and trying to stay upright as he backs her into a wall.

Price realizing that what this alpha needs is to be manhandled and put in her place- to be reduced to whimpering, shaking mess by a stronger, more powerful alpha who reassures her that she's safe, that she doesn't have to earn her place. She needs someone to mutter filthy, debauched praises in her ear as he ruts into her, watches her eyes go glassy and mindless the way she deserves.

Price realizing he's more than willing to be that alpha.

[wishfuldivine]

Omega!Gaz being scented by his Alphas?

They were on the bed, cuddling and talking about the recent mission. He had returned not too long ago, and the alphas were too keen on not letting him go once he landed.

Price was at his neck, scenting him to no end. The first time, he had growled and complained about how much he reeked of other alphas. Made sure to mention that the only alphas he is to reek of, is them. Very territorial.

Soap was next. Scenting him but leaving nibbles along the way. He then proceeded to mark him so others wouldn't dare to get closer to what belongs to them. He was such a possessive and territorial alpha.

Ghost was last. But he was the most sweetest. He left gentle kisses and licks, which he preened to. It felt so sweet and soothing that he started purring.

Upon hearing that, the alphas smiled and rumbled in response. They were happy to have brought some calmness and sanity to their omega. And, after some time, Gaz fell asleep surrounded by his alphas.

[svnh6021]

Ok, so I’ve been reading a bunch of COD Men stories and some of the ones that are a/b/o dynamics are *chefs kiss* but the thing I can’t get out of my head is

✨Nests✨

Like just imagining in real life all the pillows and blankets it’s gotta be so dang comfy and then to add a hoodie your S/O has been wearing AHHHH

I’d be rolling around giggling and rolling myself into a burrito

[raffe156]

Ahhhh damn the Alpha Price with Omega Tank got me acting up. Imagine this. Price having to restrain himself everytime he smells Tank because all he wants to do is claim her right then and there. Ooorr if price smells an alpha all over Tank and that belongs to a rookie alpha that got too cocky and he proceeds to wreck his office in feral rage. During the whole day he practically has smoke coming out of his ears. Everyone knows not to get in his way as he stomps his way through the base. Tank is blissfully unaware of the absolute shit storm heading her way. Price keeps her in his den until she smells like nothing but him and has her wearing his shirts. He knows he cant exactly beat the hell outta that rookie but he sure can make their life hell. Or how about some angst? Omega Tank having to watch omega Dr. O'Brian rub her scent all over Price and the Dr. staring at her whilst doing it. Tank overhearing Dr. O'Brian gush to her coworkers about how she can't wait till her next heat because she thinks Price will give her a mate bite. Talking about how she can't wait to nest in that big house of his and how their future children will love the surrounding farmlands. Tanks scent just turns sour as she walks away. Part of her wants to finally confess to price but the other part doesn't want to ruin that for him. Price must really love Dr. O'Brian of they've talked about being official mates and children. He must be happy right? Who is she to take that away from him? So she sits there in her nest full of Price's shirts and cries surrounded by his fading scent. <3

Where do I even start with this? Let’s start with the meme love it perfect!

Mate I love you for this haha 💖

A/O/B au

He’d find it so difficult to keep his hands off her, he would find ways to brush past her anything to get his scent on her. Any time they are alone he’s nuzzling her neck, but behind closed doors he’s all over her. The rookie alpha incident was her going on a training mission alone with the rookie he got too close, she came back reeking of him. Price hated it he would tear the base apart looking for him, making his life a misery. Tank just lives in Prices clothes now hat, everything haha! Price doesn’t mind so much when she smells of Soap he’s a beta same as Kyle and they are around each other a lot. Practically litter mates. But if she smells of Ghost he’s fuming. Alpha Ghost would do it on purpose he would put his scent all over her intentionally to wind Price up. He would hang around her especially near heat so much so Price considers locking her in his room for safe keeping. She’s not allowed to go on any missions with out him.

Ohhh now the angst angle!

It would kill Tank to watch the Dr rub her scent all over Price, she wouldn’t care where they are she would do it just to mock Tank, the Drs scent would be a very niche scent almost clinical powdery, sharp flowery. The team would comment on it whenever they were near Price, Soap hated it. It would drive Soap, Kyle an Ghost closer to Tank all 3 of them preferring her scent sunned skin, smoked vanilla, amber and musk. Price would have to keep his distance from her incase it rubbed off on him, Helen would lose her mind. This didn’t stop Tank she would intentionally stand next to him, brush up against him, lean over him…even close to heat she would almost present herself. It killed Price but he had to hold himself back he hated seeing Ghost get as close as he liked to Tank, he wanted to rip him apart. But he had the Dr.

Helen would talk all the time about Price wanting to give her a mate bite etc it only egged Ghost on to pursue Tank. But no matter how much he got his scent on her she still had a tinge of Prices, he didn’t know she had some of his clothes in her nest. No one did.

[callsign-bunnie]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a bit of a Slasher au? I noted that in the College au that Rudy studies law.

So what if he was a lawyer, and Ale or Ghost were slashers and Rusy defends them in court as their lawyer? Obviously, they fall in love with Rudy because of his determination that they are innocent (they aren't)

It's honestly in your control, and however you want to go about writing it is up to you! Whatever ship you want is good as well! <3

I am working on a PT2 but you can see why I had to go ahead and post what I had for this one

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Rodolfo sat across the table from them and he carefully pushed the little stuffed bear across to them. “Laswell said you should be exonerated. The charges are being dropped.”

Ghost was the one to pick up the bear and Rodolfo could see his eyes light up under the mask. It had his skin growing warm and he quickly looked away, meeting Alejandro’s eyes, instead. Alejandro took his hand and smiled, that same attractive half grin that always had Rodolfo melting. “Thank you, mi corazón…” He murmured. “You helped us get out of here, we will forever be in your debt.”

Rodolfo softened and then he shook his head. “You’re innocent, you deserve to be freed for that. I can’t… stand to see innocent people go away for crimes they didn’t commit.” He murmured. “Do you two have somewhere to go when you’re free?”

Both of their expressions seemed to drop and then Ghost was the one to answer. For alphas, they were always so gentle when they spoke to him. He loved it. “No…” Ghost admitted and shook his head. “No family, no friends.”

“That’s alright.” Rodolfo shook his head and then smiled. “You two can stay with me! I have a large apartment, courtesy of Laswell, so you two can stay there until you find something.” Which, he prayed they didn’t. He so very much didn’t want them to leave. 

Both seemed surprised and then Alejandro was half grinning at him, again. “Really? We’d love that. Thank you, Rudy, you’ve done so much for us.”

“We’ll find some way to return the favor.” Ghost nodded and they both shared a glance. 

Rodolfo went to protest that he didn’t need them to, but he got sort of a firm look from both of them so he winced and ducked his head, nodding a little. “Okay… You’ll both be out in a week… I won’t be able to see you until then.”

“That’s alright, Rodolfo.” Ghost murmured and Alejandro agreed. Ghost went back to looking at the little bear and Rodolfo watched all of his features soften as he looked over it before he shared another look with Alejandro. 

“We’ll see you, then, mi amor.” Alejandro let go of Rodolfo’s hand and so Rodolfo stood, taking a deep breath and leaving. He frowned as he passed by Laswell, who was just coming in, and she looked pissed. As she walked in, he paused by the door, knowing he’d be able to hear if he stayed close. Even if it closed.

“You both will be free in a week and then I want you to disappear. Fuck off back to John Price and you stay away from Rodolfo.”

“Why the actual fuck would we do that?” Ghost was the one who replied.

“Because. Rodolfo is good. He is sweet and kind and I will not let you two ruin that. He is good and you two are not. I did this as a favor to Price but I will not let you two take advantage of him.”

“He wants us around. Why should we break his heart by leaving?” Alejandro. “It would be cruel.” Rodolfo could hear amusement in his tone, it had his skin red involuntarily.

“You will leave.” 

“No, I don’t think we will.”

“You will leave or I will tell him the truth.”

A soft growl came as Ghost replied and Rodolfo had to fight not to shiver. God, his body reacted to every little thing they did. “You will not. Rodolfo is ours.”

-

Rodolfo had met… them on a Tuesday. He remembered it so distinctly, because how could he not? In fact, he remembered everything about that day. It was raining outside and so his sweater was still slightly wet. His coffee had been a bit too bitter that day, tasting like the coffee shop had burnt the espresso when they made it and he’d woken up to a hole in his favorite sweater, which had put him in a seriously unhappy mood. 

He was an intern for another lawyer, her name was Kate Laswell, and she was… brilliant. She was a criminal defense attorney and apparently this was a favor for her best friend, John Price, though she’d never explained to him what the favor was in return for.

Rodolfo was her only intern, she didn’t like taking them. In fact, she’d been a bit hesitant about taking Rodolfo, but he’d been desperate. He was in school on a scholarship and he had to do an internship and… Well, none of the others would take him on. He’d shown up at the alpha’s office at 3 AM and borderline begged her to. (He’d offered a few things he wasn’t proud of, but she’d just shook her head and given him the internship and in fact, was very paternal to him.)

It’d been a year, now, and they were both very close now. She had even offered him a position at her firm when he finally passed the bar and had jokingly considered a name change to “Laswell and Parra”. He had met her two adopted children, Alex Keller and Farah Karim, and while they weren’t close to him, he would consider them friends. 

Laswell had said this would be a tough case, and looking over the charges… Rodolfo believed her. There was no evidence that said her clients committed the crime, but there were witnesses, one of whom had picked them out of a lineup five separate times. And the DA was… tough. Phillip Graves. He and Laswell were friendly rivals, sort of, and so she had expressed to Rodolfo that this was going to be a hard case, but she was confident.

Rodolfo had done as much research as he could, and that had started with researching their clients. Alejandro Vargas and Simon Riley, though the latter went by Ghost apparently. Rodolfo… didn’t quite know why. 

Both alphas had come from bad homes, horrible homes that had had Rodolfo feeling horrible for them. And, supposedly, they were serial killers. A small party had taken place in the woods and both had apparently wiped it out. They’d gotten arrested at their school, too, on.. Honestly bullshit evidence. 

Quite literally just word of mouth that they were both violent and odd. The other evidence had came later and Rodolfo thought it was all bullshit when he’d been looking over the charges. The only reason they were even at risk of being found guilty was the DA was Phillip Graves and… that fucking witness.

She had picked them out of a lineup five separate times but… she’d also said that they’d worn masks the entire time so… It all just felt like a case of targeting to him. Proving that they were being framed and targeted would be the hard part. But… he was confident. If Laswell was confident, he was confident. 

“Boys, this is Rodolfo Parra, my intern and he’s my student. Rodolfo, this is our clients, Alejandro Vargas and Simon Riley.” Laswell introduced them.

Rodolfo sat at the table, across from them, and finally allowed himself to look up and at the other two, watching Simon make a face and shake his head. “I prefer Ghost.”

“You’ll be referred to as Simon in court, so that’s what I introduced you as.” Laswell sighed and then finally sat at the table with Rodolfo, laying out folders.

Rodolfo finally looked over both alphas, taking them in. Ghost, as Rodolfo had decided to refer to him, was wearing a black hoodie with a skull printed face mask. He was… large. Much larger than Alejandro, though Alejandro was pretty big, too. In fact, both of them practically dwarfed Rodolfo. 

Ghost was blonde, pale, and he had brown eyes, which gave him barely a glance over before they were turning back to Laswell, watching her lay everything out. 

Alejandro, on the other hand, his eyes followed Rodolfo. He had black hair, dark skin, and very warm brown eyes. His face broke into a smile when Rodolfo finally looked at him and he shook his head. “My apologies. You are beautiful.”

Rodolfo found his skin dark red from the use of spanish, but he straightened his shoulders, not wanting to appear easily flustered or easy to buy with compliments. Though… he was already on Alejandro’s side, he didn’t need to be bought. So, he settled with a simple thank you, ignoring the way Alejandro’s shoulders seemed to drop and ignoring the way he found himself almost feeling bad.

Finally, Laswell spoke again, folding her arms on the table. “The evidence is… flimsy. To us. The problem will be convincing the jury of that. The DA… He’s really tough, he’ll spin every angle he can. The worst thing we have right now is that witness, she picked you out of a lineup five times.”

Rodolfo took his opportunity to speak up. “Even there, Laswell, we have cracks… She claimed they wore masks, she also claimed they never took them off. How would she pick them?” He tried to ignore the looks they both gave him.

“Supposedly, build and eye color, but you’re right, Rodolfo. We’ll work that angle as well… I’ll warn you boys, I don’t fight fair.” No she did not. Laswell didn’t just fight in court, she fought out of it, too. She played every angle she could, discredited every official, got rid of jury members… 

She’d gotten a DA completely disbarred before in order to win a case. 

“That’s alright. We can’t go to prison.” Alejandro spoke up and shook his head, sighing. “Thank you for even taking our case, Price said you would… He said you’re a brilliant lawyer.”

Laswell laughed, softly. “Price likes to flatter me. So, we’re going to start with the most important thing. Your court date is in a month, and… all points considered, I’ve decided the safest place for you two to stay will be with Price until it’s over. Your bail has already been paid, Price will pick you up from here.”

Both alphas nodded and then Laswell checked her watch before shaking her head. “I’ll be right back. Just one moment.” She got out her phone and answered it as she left, closing the door behind her.

Rodolfo had to admit, he was nervous to be left alone with the two alphas, but… not because he thought they were dangerous. He just… felt nervous. They both turned to look at him and then Alejandro winced. “We’re sorry if you’re uncomfortable working this case…”

“Why would I be? You’re innocent.” Rodolfo shrugged his shoulders. Obviously. The evidence was flimsy and he doubted Laswell would take the case otherwise. “I don’t… understand why everyone is ganging up on you two, though…”

“I don’t know.” Alejandro furrowed his brows. “I thought people liked me. I’m active in social clubs, hell I’m in a frat…”

“I dragged you down.” Ghost sighed and shook his head, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Everyone fucking hates me. They think I’m a freak. We’re friends and so you have to be a freak, too. Sorry.”

“Don’t be like that…” Alejandro sighed and then nudged him. “They’re just assholes. All of them. I guess it doesn’t help that everyone at that party.. Well… Nevermind.” Alejandro went silent.

Ghost shook his head. “No. He should know. If that DA finds out, it’ll be proper motive. The truth is, Rodolfo, that I don’t feel bad that they’re dead. I’m glad they fucking are and I honestly wish I was the one to fucking kill them. Whoever did it is real fucking lucky.”

Rodolfo frowned, deeply. He didn’t like the sound of that. “Why?”

Alejandro looked away and he looked to almost be in pain. Suddenly, he got up, “I need to use the restroom.” He left the room and the door slammed behind Rodolfo.

Rodolfo furrowed his brows and then dropped his shoulders. “I’m sorry…” He realized this must have been a hard subject for them to talk about. “I… I didn’t mean to upset him.”

“It’s not your fault.” Ghost sighed and then he straightened up. “He was a party animal his first two years of college. But… he decided to clean it up. Got in treatment for his bipolar, went to less and less parties, stopped drinking… Then for Christmas, his frat buddies said they had a gift for him. They… got him really drunk and high and…” Ghost trailed off for a moment and Rodolfo’s stomach dropped, realizing. “The video was around the school before he’d even found out what had happened. Ale sued them and… won.”

Rodolfo felt sick to his stomach. “And… his frat buddies are the ones who died?” Ghost nodded and Rodolfo had to admit, he agreed that they were better off dead. “That… That’s awful… I’m sorry…” Rodolfo knew it may have been his own trauma but… he found himself immediately empathizing with the alphas. It made him think of the reason he even pursued this career in the first place and he looked down. 

Ghost sighed and shrugged, before shaking his head. “It makes sense that everyone chose us, I guess.” 

Rodolfo couldn’t help wincing before nodding slightly. “Yeah… I… I’m really sorry, I wish I could help…” 

“There’s nothing you can do but help us win this case.” Ghost sighed, his shoulders dropping. “Of course, we’ll probably have to change schools after this… He was already thinking about it.”

Rodolfo hesitated and then his resolve hardened. “I will. I��ll do whatever I have to. This is unfair, you two don’t deserve to go to prison for that, especially after… after… that.” He bit the inside of his lip and then shook his head. “I’ll help.”

Ghost looked at him for a moment and tilted his head. “You… truly believe we’re innocent?”

“I do.” Rodolfo nodded. “Especially now, but I did before… Laswell wouldn’t take a guilty client and… You both seem genuine. Innocent. I believe you…”

Ghost nodded. “I see… Thank you. You don’t understand what it means to us.”

Rodolfo softened and then he smiled. “I’m going to do whatever I can.”

-

Rodolfo hesitated before knocking on John Price’s door. He’d met the other professor before… but, he’d never been to his house, despite him supposedly being Laswell’s best friend. He was coming to talk to Alejandro and Ghost but… he hadn’t found a good excuse, yet.

For some reason, they’d been stuck in his head. Maybe it was what Ghost had told him about Alejandro… Maybe it was the deeper research Rodolfo had done, later, and had found out that Ghost had his own trauma with that frat… Maybe he just was curious about them. He didn’t know.

But, he figured he wouldn’t need an excuse since he was working for Laswell. Hopefully they’d just think it was that.

When the door opened, he was greeted with the History Profesor, John Price, who smiled at him. “Rodolfo, hello, it’s nice to see you.” Price offered a hand, which Rodolfo shook. “What can I help you with?”

“I’m here to see Ghost and Alejandro?” Rodolfo said, smiling. “I just… need to talk to them about a few things.”

“No, no, of course, of course. Come in.” Price moved out of the way and let Rodolfo in. He knew Price was an alpha and he also knew he was sleeping with one of the math professors who was… also an alpha. Why did Rodolfo know? Rodolfo knew everything about everyone who was related to cases. He had to. Everyone had skeletons in their closets and it was important to know which ones to bury.

Maybe he should have used that excuse to come see them. 

Regardless, he was here now, so he followed Price inside, turning down his offer of a drink and food before he followed him to the basement. “Boys,” Price said, knocking before pushing open the door.

The basement was… pretty nice. It was fully furnished from the looks of it and incredibly spacious. So spacious that both alphas had enough room to fully spread out as Alejandro was playing video games and Ghost appeared to be doing something on his laptop.

They both sat up when Rodolfo and Price entered and Rodolfo offered a little wave of a greeting before Price left, telling Rodolfo to just yell if he needed anything. Rodolfo watched him leave before turning back to the alphas and suddenly… well, not having an excuse to come hit hard because what was he even suppose to tell them he was there for?

Both looked at him, expectantly, and he froze, unsure what excuse to even throw out. “I… I had some questions…” 

Alejandro smiled. “Oh? What for?”

Fuck. “Um… About that video. Ghost was right, it could be considered proper motive. However, you sued them and won, so I don’t… really think it will hold up. I don’t even think the DA will take that route. But… I want to be thorough in case they do.”

“You want to be?” Ghost spoke up, raising an eyebrow. Rodolfo noticed he was still wearing a face mask.

Rodolfo wasn’t fazed by this question, going and sitting in a desk chair. “I do. This is my job. This is what Laswell pays me to do. I need to know everything about everyone and everything.”

“Do you?” Alejandro asked, looking almost amused and tilting his head.

Rodolfo hesitated and then shrugged. “I try to. I think I know most of it about the people I have encountered. Try me. Give me a name, I’ll give you their darkest secret.”

“Okay. Rodolfo Parra.” Ghost was again the one to speak. They seemed to almost take turns.

And, Rodolfo was definitely slightly fazed by his own name being thrown out there. “No. I don’t give mine. It’s my job to know others’, but… I’ll keep my own close to my chest.”

Neither seemed to like this answer. “You know ours.” Alejandro acknowledged. “I assume you do, anyway.”

“I have to. It’s my job.” Rodolfo reiterated. “But…” Well, he supposed it was slightly unfair… He looked at them both, seeing they were both staring at him. “I don’t have secrets. I didn’t get that privilege. Google my name. Just… not when I’m here.”

Alejandro frowned and Ghost narrowed his eyes for a moment before they both sighed. “Alright.” Alejandro nodded. “Why? What are we going to find?”

“Well, hopefully, not pictures. But.. a lot of articles.” Rodolfo sighed and then shook his head. “I don’t want to describe it.”

They again gave him odd looks but neither questioned it and instead nodded. So, Rodolfo crossed his legs and looked at them. “I know it’s probably a lot to ask but… I need that video.”

“No.” Alejandro shook his head. “I don’t want you to see it.”

“Could… Laswell watch it?” Rodolfo offered, wanting Alejandro to be comfortable. He knew this likely would be a sore spot for Alejandro. “If it gets thrown out there as evidence, neither of us are going to be prepared to handle it.”

Alejandro clenched his jaw before getting up and going to the desk that Rodolfo was sitting at, leaning over him. Rodolfo tried very hard not to pick up Alejandro’s scent, but it hit him pretty hard. Cinnamon and honey… He closed his eyes and grasped at the arms of the chair, trying very hard to hide his reaction.

However, when he opened his eyes, he was startled by Alejandro’s face being directly in his own. “You didn’t come here to talk about this video, did you?” He acknowledged, holding a USB in his hand. 

Rodolfo swallowed because no, he hadn’t. Granted, he hadn’t had a particular excuse in his mind. Alejandro’s hands rested on the desk chair and he pushed it back, causing Rodolfo to fall back against it. Rodolfo’s breath caught in his throat, even more so when he saw Ghost seem to perk up.

“Did you?” Alejandro repeated.

Rodolfo hesitated before shaking his head, telling the truth. Why did he do that? He should have just lied. He should have told them he had, take the USB, and go. But then… Alejandro’s eyes darkened and his eyes moved to Rodolfo’s mouth and suddenly Rodolfo didn’t quite want to go home.

He glanced at Ghost, again, hearing him move, and seeing that he’d fully sat up on the bed. His eyes were filled with a mixture of curiosity and amusement and it had Rodolfo’s skin covered in goosebumps. Alejandro moved his hand and touched Rodolfo’s neck, trailing his fingers down it. 

Rodolfo swallowed, again, and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. “Your body reacts to us so well…” Alejandro murmured and then Rodolfo felt his breath fan over his neck, causing him to press his legs together and dig his nails into the arms of the chair.

“Careful. Don’t shred my chair.” Alejandro murmured and Rodolfo carefully unclenched his hands, taking another deep breath. “Good boy…” Fingers trailed down his jaw and then moved over to his mouth, where they pressed gently against his lips.

Rodolfo didn’t even hesitate to slightly open his lips, blushing dark when the fingers were pushed into his mouth and then they pressed on his tongue, forcing him to open his mouth more before they were pushed down into his throat, not enough to make him gag, but enough that he had to make a sound of protest.

The fingers were removed and he heard Alejandro chuckle, opening his eyes and looking up at him. His hand was took and the usb was put into it. “You should go home. You can watch it, but I don’t want to know if you do.”

Rodolfo hesitated and looked down at the USB and he felt… disappointed. “Oh.” He murmured, “okay.” Were they… toying with him? He looked over at Ghost, again, and was unable to read his expression. 

He got up, putting the USB in his pocket, and then he glanced between them. Both were watching him and he ducked his head, moving to leave. Last minute, he was gently grabbed and looked up, surprised to be greeted by Ghost, who was holding his arm. “You’ll come see us again, right?” His voice was… softer than Rodolfo was used to, sweet. Though it still had that natural growl in it, it wasn’t quite as smooth as Alejandro’s. 

He looked almost… eager, though it was barely there and Rodolfo could have been mistaking it. Even still, he softened and nodded. “I’ll try… When?”

“Anytime.” Ghost answered and then he let him go. 

Rodolfo hesitated and glanced between them before quickly leaving, barely tossing a goodbye to Price before he rushed out to his car, getting in. And as he drove home, the only thing in his mind was two pairs of brown eyes and the way they had looked at him. Had looked over him.

Shit.

-

They consumed every thought in his head until his brain was filled with nothing but Alejandro and Ghost. Ever since that day, he’d been lit on fire by need and want and he was desperate for the alphas. He never thought he could ever experience this level of… of… craving. 

But he was and he desperately needed to be satiated. 

However, Laswell had gotten busy with the case and she had Rodolfo busy as well, needing him to find some way to handle that witness. Jessica Whitney. She was an omega, but her brother was one of the victims who had died and was also a frat member.

Finding this out had had Rodolfo’s brain spinning.

He hadn’t told Laswell about the USB drive. He… knew he should, but she didn’t even know about the video and it felt wrong to give it to her. But… Rodolfo didn’t exactly want to watch it, either. He didn’t want to see Alejandro in that position.

He wished he’d had some way to be able to comb over it without watching, but… he didn’t. This was his job, he told himself, and he had a growing suspicion that he needed to see if he was right about something.

So, he’d put it on his computer and… he hadn’t watched it. Not for an entire week. Instead, he’d asked around the school about her but… since he worked for Laswell and it was known Laswell was representing Ghost and Alejandro, no one had been willing to talk to him.

So, he’d tried to look over the yearbook. Still nothing. Just confirmation her brother was in the frat. She didn’t do anything social. No clubs, no sports, nothing. She wasn’t in a sorority, she wasn’t in a coed fraternity. (Rodolfo, himself, had been tempted to rush a sorority, but then everyone at school had found out what had happened to him and… well, it wouldn’t work out.) She didn’t do anything but go to her brother’s parties.

So… if he was positive what he thought he was going to find indeed was what he was going to find… He knew he would end up having to watch the video. 

As it was, Ghost ended up texting him. Rodolfo hadn’t even been aware either had their number, but apparently Laswell had given it to them so they could ask him questions when she wasn’t available. Did you watch it, yet?

I thought Alejandro wanted me to have Laswell watch it.

He said you could and I know you’re curious.

The opposite was the problem. Rodolfo felt sick at the idea of watching it. No, I haven’t. 

That’s fair. It’s… not a pretty video. I was asking because I wanted to check on you if you had. 

I haven’t. Neither has Laswell.

Ah.

Rodolfo furrowed his brows at his phone and then turned back to the laptop. He supposed all of this combined was meant to be his sign that he needed to watch it but… god, he really just didn’t want to. He didn’t want to invade Alejandro’s privacy and he knew it was going to trigger him, but he knew he might have to.

Best to get it over with, right?

So, he took a deep breath and played the video. Right off the bat, he hated it. It was so clear that Alejandro was high and drunk and even there, he said no so many times. However, right before anything happened, he paused when he noticed someone in the background, talking to another of the frat members.

She was laughing, pointing at Alejandro, and he recognized her as the witness, immediately. Jessica Whitney. Of course she was in the video. So, he sent the clip and the video to Laswell, pointing her out. Brilliant catch, Rodolfo. But it won’t be enough. We need more. All this does is provide motive and make her look guilty.

Rodolfo furrowed his brows, but he realized Laswell was right… Fuck. He needed to… to… he didn’t know. He looked down at his phone as he got another text from Ghost. Why haven’t you come to see us again?

It’s only been a few weeks, I didn’t know you wanted me to come so fast or I would have… 

A few weeks is a long time.

I’ll come on Friday, okay?

Alright, we can accept that.

Rodolfo relaxed, glad. The first court date was that Friday morning, so he supposed they may need some comfort afterwards. He felt horrible for them, especially Alejandro… He turned back to the video and decided not to watch any more of it, closing it and then putting the USB in an envelope.

-

He hadn’t even been looking for the second thing he’d needed. No, he’d been scrolling through social media under his sock account that he used to collect evidence when he’d found it. A post which was a video of a concert.

And in the background was Jessica Whitney.

Now, obviously, just a video wouldn’t be enough. Plus… when was the concert? It couldn’t possibly have been the day of the party, right? 

So, he’d researched the concert and the artist, finding it was a rapper he didn’t know or listen to. But… their concert had not only been the same day as the party, but it’d ended later than it was supposed to due to some technical issues midway through. And, it was 2 hours away from where the party had taken place.

There was no fucking way she was at that party.

But, again, just a video wouldn’t be enough. Regardless, he screen recorded it and sent it to Laswell before getting on his laptop and starting to search for the concert. He found plenty of videos, but no more of them proved Jessica was there.

Posts… pictures… She had been diligent, it seemed.

He’d almost given up and tried a different angle when he had went to one of her mutuals’ accounts and there he’d found a picture of tickets, and one of them had her name on it. Jessica Whitney.

Again, not proof, but he still sent it to Laswell, proving that she had intent to go, at least. Maybe a video and tickets would be enough? No. He wanted to be positive. He wanted there to be no way she could lie her way out of it. 

So, he scrubbed through her account, again and… nothing. 

So, he went back and looked at the video. Her outfit was… very distinctive. Blue tube top, yellow pencil skirt… and a red hoodie toting the name of their school on it… Witness statement.

He immediately went and got the file, sitting back down and looking over it. Sure enough, she was described as wearing a blue tube top, yellow pencil skirt, and a red hoodie with the school name and logo on it. Bingo.

He took a picture of the witness statement and a screenshot of the video and sent it all to Laswell, beaming when he earned a thumbs up back. I can question her in court if you’d like.

I’d expect nothing less, Rodolfo. 

-

Rodolfo had never been nervous in court. Ever. He’d always been calm, cool, and collected. And, now was no different. Alejandro and Ghost had been… quiet the entire time. Though, he hadn’t expected either of them to be hyper. They had cracked a few small jokes here and there, but he knew they were likely terrified and they'd been very quiet and only when it was busy.

He had caught them glancing at him, a few times, and he found himself hoping they were impressed when he went and questioned Jessica. He really hoped they were. 

Phillip Graves had seemed to be in a docile mood. He barely even looked like he wanted to pick up this case but… that was one of his methods. He was trying to catch them off guard. Rodolfo wasn’t sure why he was trying that one, it never worked on Laswell, but.. Oh well. If he wanted to waste his time.

“Does the defense call to question the witness?” Was finally asked when it was Jessica’s turn and so Rodolfo stood and stated they do.

He did notice the odd stares, but Graves didn’t even look fazed. Laswell just continued with the small bit of paperwork she was looking over, making sure her statements were filed. They were, Rodolfo had done it personally.

He straightened himself and took a deep breath, going up to the witness stand and doing his best to smile. “Hello. Jessica, right?” He asked.

She nodded, hunching her shoulders in. What a neat little trick, appearing small and fragile. “I am.”

“Jessica… Whitney.” He opened the folder and furrowed his brows, looking over it. He tried to appear nervous, like he wasn’t sure of himself. But… he was. “It says here that you attend University with Vargas and Riley. But… you’re a year behind, correct?”

Jessica nodded. “I am. My brother, Jackson, was in their grade.”

“Right.” Rodolfo nodded and continued to look over the folder, though he had everything in order. “Your brother, Jackson, was… also in Vargas’s frat? Right?”

“Yes.” She nodded, again. “They were friends, I thought.”

Lie number one. Rodolfo glanced back, seeing the way Alejandro tensed. “Oh?” No, Jackson had been listed on the names of the alphas Alejandro had sued and won. Rodolfo had looked it up, later. “Hmm…” He did his best to appear confused. “I have to ask, Ms Whitney, but are you sure?” He was giving her a chance to back down. He prayed she didn’t take it.

Jessica flinched and then nodded. “I’m positive. Jackson talked very positively about Vargas… He looked up to him.”

“And it says here that you picked Vargas and Riley out of a lineup. Why?” 

“I saw them. At the party.”

“You did? You were there at the party?”

“I was.”

“What time did you get to the party-”

“Objection, relevance?” Graves spoke up, standing.

Rodolfo smiled before the judge even had a chance to speak. “I promise it’s relevant, your honor. It’s important, I have to ask.” He fidgeted with his hands and pretended to glance back at Laswell, who gave him an encouraging smile. This was a bit he did often.

The judge seemed hesitant but eventually sighed. “Overruled.”

“Thank you.” Rodolfo relaxed and didn’t glance back at Graves, pretending to avoid his eye. “What time did you get to the party, Ms Whitney?”

“I would say… 10 O’Clock.” Jessica frowned. “Yeah, about 10.”

Lie number 2. She wasn’t at the party. “I see.” Rodolfo nodded and closed the file, going and dropping it on the table before coming back over. “Lights, please.”

The lights were turned off and the evidence projector was turned on, so Rodolfo got the clicker for it from the bailiff, who he smiled at before going back over to the projector screen. “I would like to call attention to evidence piece number 14. A set of pictures.” 

He clicked and pulled up the picture, which was just a still from the video. One where Jessica was laughing with one of her friends. “Can you identify the woman in this video?” He used the laser pointer to single her out and then turned to her.

Jessica furrowed her brows. “That’s… Me. It appears.” 

“Oh?” Rodolfo clicked to the next, which was a later still of her again. “And this woman?”

“That’s also me.” 

“I see. I now call attention to evidence piece number 15, which is instead a video.” He clicked to it and took a deep breath.

Rodolfo glanced at Jessica, who just looked confused. Alejandro, however, looked to completely tense up and Ghost appeared to be checking on him. Laswell nodded for him to continue, so Rodolfo did. 

“I won’t show you the entire video, it’s unnecessary, but these first five minutes are.” He clicked play and turned to watch Jessica as he did. Her eyes widened in realization and then she appeared almost ashamed. 

When she showed up in the video, he paused it and turned to her. “You identified this woman to be you, correct?”

“I-” She’d gone pale. “I- I- I mean I thought it was me but I don’t-”

“You identified this woman to be you. Correct?” Rodolfo repeated.

Jessica went silent for a moment before dropping her shoulders and nodding. “Yes. That is me.”

Rodolfo smiled. “I see.” He was slowly letting the nervous fall. “This video, as you can likely infer, is of Alejandro Vargas being assaulted. And here you are, in the background. It looks like you’re having fun, Ms Whitney.”

She didn’t answer, so Rodolfo shook his head. “No matter.” He sighs. “I call evidence pieces numbers 16, 18, and 21.”

This pulled up the video of her at the concert, a screenshot of her ticket, and then her described outfit from the witness statement. Jessica looked almost horrified as Rodolfo turned to her, watching her eyes frantically glance between the pieces of evidence. “This concert took place the day of the party. Rather, at the exact same time as the party. And, it got let out two hours after the murder allegedly took place. I wonder… how could you be at the party, when here you are, dancing in the background of a video of the concert?”

“I- I…” Jessica stammered, but didn’t answer.

Rodolfo smiled. “I found you. Twice. In the background of a video. You might want to start being cautious when you see cameras start filming. No further questions, your honor.” He went back to the table. As he walked there, he glanced at Alejandro and Ghost and… was surprised to be greeted with something dark in their eyes. 

It sent a shiver down his spine as he sat down at the table and he tried not to focus on them the rest of the court session. Jessica was charged with lying under oath and her entire statement was thrown out. Which was definitely a victory.

“A small victory,” Laswell clarified as they packed up. “But, a victory, nonetheless. Rodolfo, you can have the rest of the day off. Brilliant work, brilliant.” She pat his shoulder before they left.

Rodolfo went straight to Price’s house, meeting Ghost and Alejandro there. Price, who had apparently watched it, had again reiterated that Rodolfo had been brilliant. Or, well, he tried to, because almost as soon as Rodolfo was there, Ghost and Alejandro were dragging him down to the basement. 

“That was fucking badass.” Ghost immediately said when they got to the bottom of the stairs and Rodolfo flushed bright red as Alejandro nodded in agreement.

He was backed up until his back hit Alejandro and then Ghost was touching his chin and making him look up at him. “God, we want you.” He murmured.

Rodolfo’s breath caught in his chest and he tried to keep it steady and even as he looked up at Ghost, though it was significantly harder when he felt Alejandro’s fingers graze his skin under his shirt. “Every reaction of yours drives me crazy…” Alejandro purred and then his breath was again fanning over Rodolfo’s skin, hot.

Rodolfo let out a soft whimper of need and reached up, grasping at Ghost’s hoodie and pressing his eyes closed. His head was turned to the side, suddenly, and a mouth was on his, kissing him deeply as he was yanked back against Alejandro.

His neckline was tugged to the side, popping the top few of his buttons, and kisses were pressed down his neck and over his shoulder, hands shoving up his shirt and groping over the soft bits on his torso. He gasped, breaking the kiss, as nails were gently dragged over his ribs, but then they pulled away from him and appeared to share a look before fully moving away.

Rodolfo frowned, feeling almost like he’d just experienced whiplash, and shook his head, blinking. “I don’t… I don’t understand… Why do you… keep doing that?”

Both alphas looked away from him and Rodolfo started to doubt it was to toy with him. They both looked ashamed. He bit the inside of his lip and then hugged himself, wondering if something was wrong with himself. “I… I think I'm going to go.” He said, quietly, and turned to leave before gasping as Ghost was immediately across the room, standing in front of the door.

“Wait, wait. We’re sorry, you’re right.” Ghost said, blocking the doorway. Rodolfo frowned and glanced back at Alejandro who looked just as panicked. “It’s… It’s complicated.”

“That’s stupid.” Rodolfo retorted. “Just let me go.” He went to step around Ghost, but he stopped when both alphas made soft noises, raising an eyebrow. 

Ghost seemed to pause before taking a deep breath. “I… We… Fuck, Alejandro, can you just explain, I’m not good at this!”

Alejandro came over and took Rodolfo’s attention, pulling him to the bed and having him sit. “We want you, we do.” He promised and touched Rodolfo’s face. “But… we’re on trial for murder. We both… worry. Neither of us want to take advantage of you.”

Rodolfo looked up at Alejandro and then furrowed his brows. “Why… Why touch me and make me excited, then? It feels cruel…” Incredibly cruel. It made him feel like they were just playing with him. “I’m not a toy.”

“No! No, you’re not a toy, you’re right.” Alejandro shook his head. “We forget ourselves. I, especially, do.”

“Well… keep forgetting yourselves.” Rodolfo huffed. “I… I want this. I do.” 

They both seemed to pause and hesitate, so Rodolfo shook his head, growing frustrated. “Whatever.” He got up and glared at Ghost until Ghost moved out of the way, storming up the stairs and out to his car. Fuck this.

-

Despite his irritation, he’d found himself thinking about the alphas constantly. 24/7 they were in his head. Neither of us want to take advantage of you. But… Rodolfo desperately wanted them to. He so badly wanted them to do nothing but take advantage of him.

The idea of it had his skin warm and made him press his legs together, but he couldn’t find himself exactly stopping thinking about it, either. It wasn’t fair. Why play with him like that if they had no intention of going through with it? What games were they playing with him?

Rodolfo didn’t know, but he didn’t want to keep playing them. He wanted them… 

That’s why he found himself driving to Price’s house at 3 in the morning, his mind set on demanding they stop playing games with them. That if they wanted him, just to take him.

When he got there, he went up to the door, knocking quietly, and being shocked when Price just opened the door, fully dressed. He looked surprised and that may have had something to do with the fact that it was pouring down rain and Rodolfo was sort of soaked from the trip up the driveway. “Rodolfo-”

“I need to speak to Alejandro and Ghost…” Rodolfo immediately said. “Please…” He knew he probably looked odd at best, pathetic at worst.

“They’re probably asleep, but I’ll see.” Price frowned and let Rodolfo into the house. “Just… Just wait here.”

Rodolfo nodded, now shivering as the AC hit him. It was mid June, it made sense they’d have the heat on, but he was soaked and cold. He watched Price go down to the basement and took the opportunity to look around.

Price didn’t seem to have many pictures up, but Rodolfo did see pictures of him with two other boys. One was dark skinned with black hair and the other was pale and blonde. Writing said their names were Kyle and Gary.

Rodolfo jumped when he heard someone speak, turning around to be met with Alejandro and Ghost. His skin darkened at the sight of both of them, since Ghost was wearing loose sweatpants that hung down around his waist and just those, while Alejandro was just in a pair of boxers. 

Neither articles of clothing left anything to the imagination and Rodolfo was suddenly unsure of himself. All of his urgency and confidence had started to wane as they stared at him. “I… I…” What had Alejandro even said? Or had Ghost been the one to speak?

Price said goodnight and then he started up the stairs, all three watching him go.

Rodolfo turned back to the alphas and hesitated, again. “I…”

“You’re soaked.” Ghost spoke, his eyes appearing to take up half of a frown, though his mask covered the bottom half of his face. “Alejandro, he’s sopping.”

Rodolfo turned dark red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was raining until I was already driving over here… I… I had to see you.” He went up to them, looking up and between both of them. “I’ve come to ask you not to play games with me… I want you… Both of you… Please… You’re all that’s in my head… I know you don’t want to take advantage of me, but I am begging you to…”

Both alphas looked down at him, clearly deeply concerned. Vaguely, he worried that maybe showing up in this state was only going to drive them away. That they only wanted him because he always did his best to appear put together. But he couldn’t help it and maybe if they turned him down, he could mourn it and move on.

Finally, Alejandro touched him and Rodolfo melted, closing his eyes as Alejandro’s hand cupped his face. He was tugged and so he opened his eyes, again, following them both down to the basement before gasping as he was caught between them.

He barely got a moment to think before Ghost, who was behind him, was pulling his shirt and hoodie up and off of him and Alejandro was helping him out of his jeans. “Gorgeous…” Ghost purred into his ear before biting under it and Rodolfo gasped, reaching up and grasping at Alejandro’s arms.

Alejandro captured his mouth, holding his chin so he couldn’t escape. Ghost’s nails raked across his sides and he had to press his legs together, able to feel himself growing slick. 

However, Ghost just reached down and nudged them apart, again, softly scolding him. “Don’t, princess.”

Rodolfo’s skin flamed from the nickname and he made a displeased sound. “I’m not… I’m not a princess…” He mumbled, breaking apart from Alejandro. 

Both seemed to pause and then Alejandro shook his head. “Our apologies… What would you prefer?”

Rodolfo relaxed and melted. “I don’t know but not prince or princess… It feels like you’re calling me a brat…”

“You’re not a brat, we know that.” Ghost chuckled, before his neck was bit, again, a bit harder this time. Rodolfo hoped it would make marks, he was desperate to be marked by both of them, to have both of them own him.

Thankfully, neither tried out more nicknames, and instead he was picked up by Ghost with a fair amount of ease and he was spread out on the bed in front of Alejandro who immediately thrust his fingers inside Rodolfo, causing him to cry out.

They worked in and out of him with ease, due to how slick and open he was. He should have been embarrassed, but arousal came off both alphas in waves and so he only felt proud, instead. “You can go first, Ale, but only because I worry I might wear him out too soon if I go first.” Ghost chuckled and Rodolfo shivered at his words, looking up and watching them both look over him with dark, dangerous eyes. 

“Thank you, hermano.” Alejandro’s tone dripped with sarcasm, but he wasn’t exactly insisting Ghost go first. 

Rodolfo moaned as Alejandro’s fingers pushed deeper. “Fuck you’re so wet…” Alejandro growled and Rodolfo’s skin coated with goosebumps. “Eres hermoso…”

Rodolfo whined. “Please… Take me… I’m ready…”

“Go ahead, Alejandro.” 

“Last I checked, I didn’t need your permission, Ghost.”

Rodolfo looked up at the ceiling for a moment, irritation and impatience growing until he just took a deep breath and pulled himself up, glad to see Alejandro had discarded his boxers while Ghost had carried him. 

So, he climbed into Alejandro’s lap, lining up and sinking down before the other had a chance to question what he was doing. It was a bit of a stretch that he wasn’t expecting and perhaps he’d gotten a bit too eager, but he just put his forehead on Alejandro’s shoulder and took a deep breath. 

“Impatient.” Alejandro tsked and gently grasped Rodolfo’s hips before his scent was drowning him, making him dizzy. 

Alejandro bit over his neck and then he was rolling his hips up into Rodolfo and Rodolfo whined, digging his nails into Alejandro’s arms. “Fuck…” Rodolfo whimpered and moaned.

“Cariño…” Alejandro purred into his ear. “We should keep you… Fuck you constantly… How would that feel? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Rodolfo couldn’t say he wouldn’t. In fact, it sounded heavenly… He cried out as Alejandro thrust into him and then he was suddenly pushed into the bed, Alejandro’s hand wrapping around his throat as he started to fuck into him.

Pleasure coursed through his entire body, shooting through him with each thrust and Alejandro’s hand cut off just enough air to cause euphoria to entangle with it until it was flooding every vein in his body with heat and need.

Alejandro cursed and grabbed his thigh, yanking him up and giving a deep angle that had Rodolfo’s mind completely blank, full of nothing but Alejandro and the desperate need to be knotted.

Alejandro did not oblige him, instead continuing to fuck deep into him while Rodolfo dug his nails into the bedsheets and tried not to make holes. It was overwhelming and too much and not enough at the same time and Rodolfo desperately wanted more. 

“Alejandro… Knot me… Please…” Rodolfo pleaded, arching his back and causing his neck to press more into Alejandro’s hand.

Alejandro cursed under his breath when Rodolfo clenched around him and Rodolfo cried, desperate to be knotted. “Please!”

Alejandro shook his head, groaning. “Fuck, can’t.” He dug his nails into Rodolfo’s thigh, cursing again.

Rodolfo cried in frustration and hit his hands on the bed, not quite understanding why Alejandro was being cruel. However, he barely got a chance to be too angry about it because then his body was tensing and he was crying out as he came.

Alejandro was quick to pull out and Rodolfo’s body trembled, disappointment coursing through him. Alejandro had had to clearly exercise a lot of restraint because he was panting and pressing his eyes shut. “Fuck you owe me for this, Ghost.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Ghost chuckled and Rodolfo finally understood as his legs were grabbed and he was yanked over, Ghost pushing in in one fluid motion. 

Rodolfo whimpered, slightly overstimulated, but Ghost didn’t stop, just moving so his forearms were braced on either side of Rodolfo’s head, though Rodolfo was eye level with his chest. “Fuck, you’re tight…” Ghost cursed and Rodolfo blushed dark red.

His thighs shook a little as he lifted his legs up to wrap them around Ghost’s waist, trying very hard not to think about the way the muscles in Ghost’s arms flexed as the angle pushed him even deeper.

“Fuck me… please…” Rodolfo pleaded, wrapping his arms around Ghost’s middle and using his legs to pull him closer. 

Ghost very quickly obliged him, moving an arm under Rodolfo and lifting his waist before starting to fuck into him. He was slow but it was just as intense, probably more so because of the sting of overstimulation, but Rodolfo was still so so slick, he could hear it with every thrust, though it was drowned out by Ghost moaning in his ear.

The sound of Ghost’s pleasure filled him with pride and he clenched around him, earning a soft curse before his neck was attacked, harshly bit to a painful extent that had him crying and lightly pushing at Ghost’s head.

Ghost, however, only thrust harder into him, presumably to shut him up because the pleasure was so intense it cut the function off and then he was making some sort of gesture and Alejandro was there, shoving fingers down his throat and making him gag a little as he tried to moan around them.

Alejandro’s hand caught and captured his wrists above his neck and Rodolfo thrashed a little as Ghost wrapped his hand around his cock, the pleasure immediately overwhelming him. He had to fight not to scream with pleasure, though Alejandro was quick to fix that problem, covering his mouth. 

Remembering Alejandro hadn’t gotten to knot him, Rodolfo fought to get a hand free before reaching blindly for Alejandro’s cock, tilting his head back so he could see and then wrapping a hand around it, stroking him in time to Ghost’s thrusts, squeezing if Ghost was a bit too harsh and hearing Alejandro curse every time he did.

“Such a thoughtful thing…” Ghost laughed, finally lifting and holding one of Rodolfo’s legs up, too tall to throw it over his shoulder. 

Rodolfo’s head rolled back in his head as Ghost continued to fuck into him and then he cried out as his thigh was harshly slapped, opening his eyes to see a very angry red mark on the inside of it. God, please fucking bruise. He hoped he was covered with Alejandro and Ghost in the morning. 

Pressure built inside of his body and he whimpered, worried about the consequences of climaxing a second time. He’d never orgasmed twice in a row before, but he wasn’t quite sure he had a choice about it as Ghost sped up his pace, cursing.

Alejandro’s grip on his wrist and his mouth tightened and so Rodolfo tightened his grasp, working hard to make sure Alejandro popped his knot at the same time as Ghost.

Ghost suddenly grabbed his hips and yanked him close, his knot swelling inside Rodolfo and filling him until he was full, making him scream into Alejandro’s hand as the sensation made him cum, his vision whiting out with pleasure. Alejandro knotted his hand shortly after, his hand gripping Rodolfo’s face so tightly he was sure it would bruise. And Rodolfo was confident his wrist would.

Both alphas panted as they came down and Rodolfo just melted into the bed, his body going slack with exhaustion. He wasn’t entirely sure he even had the ability to move, panting and then whimpering as Ghost did move, jostling him.

“Shh…” Alejandro soothed, petting his hand and then both were swiftly moving so he was laying between them, Alejandro at his back and holding him close.

Ghost nuzzled into where both had bitten into his neck and Rodolfo melted, snuggling him and melting into Alejandro. “Thank you…”

Neither alpha responded with more than a noise of acknowledgement and then the blanket was pulled over them. “Stay the rest of the night…” Ghost asked and Rodolfo just nodded. 

Alejandro nuzzled between his shoulder blades and then he was chuckling. “Which was better?”

“Alejandro!” Ghost barked and Rodolfo couldn’t help laughing softly. 

“Ghost, but only because he knotted me when I asked.” Rodolfo teased.

Alejandro whined and then huffed. “You know what, get fucked, cabrón, next time I’m just going to knot him and you can wait a little bit.”

“I never asked you to do anything else!” Ghost laughed and Rodolfo felt a growl in Alejandro’s chest. “Look, next time I’ll go first.”

“Fine.” Alejandro seemed sated by that and he nuzzled Rodolfo again. “Pretty little omega… All ours…”

“All yours…” Rodolfo confirmed and felt Alejandro grin into his back. 

Ghost moved and Rodolfo ended up being able to see his face better, unsurprised by the scarring that was there. It looked like chemical burns, covering a decent portion of his jaw, though there was a slash scar over his eye that Rodolfo didn’t understand why he hadn’t seen before.

Even still, the alpha was beautiful. Look, Alejandro was deeply attractive, but that was expected, look at him. And, Rodolfo had seen his face on their first meeting. But, he was only just now getting to see Ghost’s face and he didn’t understand why he kept it covered.

“Holy shit, you have a tattoo?”

Rodolfo’s face flamed dark at Alejandro speaking and he saw Ghost’s eyes suddenly flash open. “What??”

Rodolfo blushed more. “Yeah, I got it in high school.”

“A phoenix?”

“It meant something at the time.” Rodolfo admitted, whining when he was pushed slightly onto his stomach, Ghost lifting up and craning around him. He pulled out, his knot not deflated enough for it to be completely pleasant and Rodolfo dug his nails into Ghost’s arm as he did. He’d have to lecture the boys on carelessness.

“Holy fucking shit.” Ghost murmured and Rodolfo felt both of them touch over his back. He knew it was both because Ghost’s hands were cold, whereas Alejandro’s were warm. It was an odd contrast.

“You just became ten times more appealing, hermoso.” Rodolfo could hear Alejandro’s grin in his voice and it had Rodolfo somehow flushing darker. 

“Might have to try for another round, hmm?” Ghost teased.

Immediately, Rodolfo shook his head. “No. I can’t do another round…” He whined, whining more when both alphas laughed, before shaking his head. “Assholes.”

“You came here, desperate for us.” Ghost reminded and Rodolfo looked away, sheepish. Ghost had a point, but still.

He yawned and snuggled into both of them, moving back to his side and then hugging Ghost since he was in front of him. Alejandro moved to practically cling to his back and Rodolfo melted, closing his eyes and starting to doze off, finally.

-

Rodolfo furrowed his brows as he filed paperwork, trying not to think of how dull this was. After the night before that he’d spent with Alejandro and Ghost, he was finding it hard to focus on paperwork and Laswell talking on the phone.

She seemed to be having an argument but he didn’t care enough to listen. “They’re taunting you, John.”

Wait, maybe he did. He perked up, listening to her speak. “No, no, listen, I do care. But, it’s been four years… Why would someone suddenly pop up claiming to have them?”

Rodolfo’s mind immediately went to the picture he’d seen in Price’s house. The fact that his basement seemed to be perfectly set up for two people, too set up to just be holding two alphas while they were on trial. He pretended to work on paperwork, listening carefully. 

“No, John, don’t hang up-” she yanked the phone away from her ear and cursed loudly, throwing it on the table. “Rodolfo-”

Rodolfo looked at her, immediately, tilting his head. She hesitated and took a deep breath. Normally, she wore blockers, but she must have been really worked up because he could smell her. She was actually quite a pleasant smelling alpha, smelling like a lavender earl grey tea he’d been pressured into trying once. “Yes?”

Laswell took a deep breath and ran a hand down her face before planting her hands on the table. “Phillip Graves is taking the route we expected, but he’s hitting it hard. Alejandro and Ghost have complete motive and no alibi. Getting rid of Jessica was helpful but… it’s an almost guaranteed conviction. He… dug something up on Ghost.”

Rodolfo frowned, confused. 

“Two months after Alejandro was assaulted, Ghost confronted them and they held him down and poured acid on his face.” Laswell sighed.

Rodolfo’s stomach churned at the idea and he remembered the scarring on Ghost’s face. “That’s…”

“Fucking awful, I know.” She ran a hand down her face again and Rodolfo saw her eyes shift around the room before she took a deep breath. “On top of that, I think Graves is… pulling something with Price to distract me.”

Rodolfo shook his head. “What is it?”

Laswell hesitated and so Rodolfo sighed. “Laswell, I can’t help unless I know what it is. I need to know everything, that’s the one job you gave me. I need to know whatever can be used against us.”

“I know.” Laswell sighed and then she carefully sat in a chair, folding her arms on the table. “Price had two sons. They were adopted. However… four years ago, both went missing. They were both omegas so… the possibilities of why are endless. He never received a ransom note or anything… They were just gone. Went on a trip together and never came back.”

Rodolfo frowned, since… he couldn’t imagine. With what had happened to him when he was a young teen, and the possibility of this, he’d made the decision to never have children, unable to stomach the idea of losing them in such an awful way. “I… That’s horrible… How would Graves use that to distract you, though?”

Laswell hesitated before sighing. “Someone has… called Price and claimed to have them. Price is erratic about it. They’ve said they’ll only give them back if he pays them 3 million dollars which… he doesn’t have.”

Rodolfo made a face. “That’s abhorrent.” It was disgusting, it was vile. How dare someone do something like that. And, he’d admit, the timing lined up enough that Phillip Graves being the culprit made sense… “I’ll find something.” He promised. 

Laswell sighed. “You need to do it quickly, the last court date is in a month… Phillip Graves keeps his secrets close to his chest. He’s going to use this new discovery about Ghost for motive. And it’s a pretty fucking good one, too. The evidence is flimsy and I’m afraid we relied too much on that, because it’s still evidence. Getting rid of a key witness wasn’t enough.”

Rodolfo was afraid he agreed. No, he wouldn’t let Alejandro and Ghost go to prison… They were innocent, they didn’t deserve that. And he certainly wouldn’t let someone who would stoop so low to prey on an innocent man who just wanted his children back put them away. “Where can I start?”

“That’s the problem.” Laswell shook her head. “We have nowhere to start. Like I said, he keeps his secrets close to his chest… I have nothing on him. No ammo, no weaknesses. He’s a clean alpha, gets rid of his messes or… shoves them into locked cabinets.”

Well, it was a challenge. It was fortunate Rodolfo loved those. He loved prying people open and picking out their secrets, digging up the skeletons in their backyard. Finding them in their closets. “No one keeps anything too hidden.”

Laswell snorted. “I’m sure you could find anything you set your mind to, but I’m just hoping you find enough within a month to get rid of him. We need to nail him with every fucking thing we have or he’s going to win. The jury may be sympathetic to Alejandro and Ghost, but sympathetic doesn’t mean they’ll find them not guilty. And… Graves has yet to issue a plea deal. He’s confident.”

“I won’t let that happen.” Rodolfo laughed, because he wouldn’t. Alejandro and Ghost wouldn’t go to prison, not if he could help it. “Like I said, I’ll find something. Just… give me time.”

Laswell took a deep breath and then nodded. “Good. I trust you, Rodolfo.”

Rodolfo watched her stand then leave before immediately turning back to his laptop, abandoning the paperwork he was filing. One of the other interns in the game might find themselves hiring a PI. As it was, Laswell had one that she frequently worked with, a man by the name of Nikolai. But, Rodolfo knew better.

PIs worked for finding secrets people didn’t want to keep. They were good from a distance. And they only worked if you had a string to follow. Rodolfo didn’t have any. Yet.

No, Rodolfo knew the fastest way to find a secret from someone who liked to keep them close to their chest was to go right to the source and look yourself. So, rather than email Nik like he would for anyone else, he instead went to a different website.

And he ordered cookies.

-

Phillip Graves, despite keeping his secrets close to his chest, was known to have at least 2 vices. Well, three if you counted the alcoholism, but who the fuck wasn’t alcoholic in this economy. And… Rodolfo wasn’t quite sure how to exploit that one.

However, the first of the other two were young, beautiful omegas. That one, Rodolfo wasn’t quite sure if he could fill. Beyond just not knowing his type, he also wasn’t ready to enter that game, yet. His older sister, Liliana, was an escort with a pretty big company. And she had promised him that once he was ready to play those games, she would help him win them.

Even still, he was far from ready to play those games, and had decided to wait. Well, decide was spoken lightly, since Laswell’s wife had also threatened her with a divorce if she let Rodolfo use his body to get information. Alex and Farah didn’t seem too keen on the idea, either, even if they were alphas. Rodolfo had wanted to tell all three to get bent, since it was his body and not theirs, but he’d let it go.

Sort of. 

Anyway, for the sake of Laswell’s marriage, he’d held off. He liked Jen, anyway, since she was a kind omega who’d always been nothing but sweet to him. She had told him he’d always have a plate at her house and he could tell she was trying to be a mom to him but… he didn’t really need one of those.

His was dead. His dad was dead. He wasn’t in the mood to replace them.

Regardless of any of this, that first vice was not anything Rodolfo was trying to fulfill.

The second, however, was much easier. Phillip Graves was known to have quite the sweet tooth. Hence why his first instinct had been to order cookies. They were very expensive cookies, but he’d charged them to the business card.

This cookie place had a bit of a gimmick of fancy, new flavors, which… Rodolfo didn’t get but they’d had a “spiced chocolate dream” cookie that he’d stolen out of the box and bought another to replace when he’d gone that had been pretty fucking fantastic and he may have planned to order another if they still had it, later.

Alejandro and Ghost had been texting him frequently. Nothing much, just cute little texts saying they missed him and asking how he was. He would text them back every time, and often received cute little emojis from Alejandro, while Ghost never really gave a response back. 

They were getting to be quite the distraction, constantly in his mind, even now as he walked into Phillip Graves’ office building, right up to the secretary. “Hi!” He smiled, picking up that the other was an omega, immediately. “I’m here to see Phillip Graves.”

The other was hispanic, like him, though slightly paler and with darker hair. He smiled back when Rodolfo approached. “I’m sorry but he’s in a meeting right now.” The other omega looked so familiar, but Rodolfo had trouble placing him. 

“Oh…” Rodolfo frowned, feigning disappointment. “I’m from Kate Laswell’s office? She sent cookies…”

“Oh?” The other frowned. “Isn’t he in a case against her right now?”

“Oh, yes, but… I think she mentioned it was a peace offering? You know how this culture works.” Rodolfo waved his hand and set the cookies down on the desk, sighing. “Anything to win a case, right?”

The other made a face that said that he knew exactly how the culture worked. He was young and Rodolfo would admit, he was beautiful. From what little Rodolfo could see, he had a nice figure, and he hardly looked older than 21.

Already, Rodolfo’s mind was turning this omega over and over in his head. That first vice returned to his head and he decided there was no way Phillip Graves was not sleeping with his secretary. “I’m curious, do you go to the University?” Rodolfo asked, to gauge his age.

The other smiled. “I do! I’m in my second year.” He seemed almost eager to have someone to talk to, which was interesting since Rodolfo was working for the person Graves was in a case against. 

So around 20, likely. Rodolfo smiled and nodded. “I’m in my fourth year. I’m 22. Do you plan to go to law school after this or is it just a job?”

“Oh, definitely.” The other nodded. “Phil is going to help me find a good one!”

“Phil?” Oh he was definitely fucking this secretary. Rodolfo may jokingly call Laswell “Kate” to mess with her, but he would never call her Kate to another intern or secretary. She was Laswell to everyone she wasn’t close to. 

The other blushed bright red. “My boss, Mr Graves…” He mumbled and Rodolfo could see he was fidgeting under his desk.

“I have to admit, you look very familiar.” Rodolfo said, tilting his head. “What did you say your name was?”

“Oh, I didn’t! It’s Lucas. Lucas Vargas.” The other flushed and smiled at him. “Um, you might have a couple classes with my uncle? He’s also in his fourth year.”

Vargas. Oh that was… interesting. Look, it could be a case of a shared last name… but Rodolfo doubted it. “Your uncle? What a small age gap between uncle and nephew.”

“It’s… a long story. His name is Alejandro Vargas?” Lucas winced. “We don’t really talk anymore… Or at all.”

Rodolfo tried not to get too excited. “Do you.. Know what the case between Laswell and Graves is about?”

Lucas winced. “Does it make me look like a bad secretary if I say no? I… Haven’t seen any of the paperwork for it, nor has he told me anything about it. I know it has to be a criminal case and I think he mentioned something about two students at the university being on murder charges but… I don’t really pay attention to the news.”

That sounded like Graves was hiding it from Lucas. Obviously, it could not be. Graves could not be sleeping with Lucas, he could have just neglected to tell him that he’d picked up a case against his uncle, and Graves could be a perfectly sound alpha. But Rodolfo very much doubted it. He also doubted Lucas knew what a gold wrapped gift he was to Rodolfo. 

“When did you start working for Graves? I’m curious, I didn’t think he’d hire a secretary so young.” Rodolfo asked, leaning against the desk. He started to look over Lucas, noting a necklace that dipped under a loose white button up blouse. He could fully see a black skirt, which was… short. Not short enough that it may show anything if Lucas stood, but if he bent over, which Rodolfo knew from experience would happen often in an office, it would ride up.

This again didn’t prove anything. Lucas was a pretty omega, surely he’d want to show that off? But, it gave Rodolfo somewhere to start. 

“Oh, um… middle of my first year.” Lucas smiled. “I desperately needed a job and he gave one to me.”

“I see.” Rodolfo nodded and then smiled, again. “Interesting. I’m basically a glorified secretary for Laswell.” Not quite true, while he tended to do things a secretary did, he mostly was the one to gather information for her while she built cases. Anything he did that was secretarial was because she just wouldn’t do them and he was tired of papers being unorganized. “Does your pay take care of you?”

“Oh, more than.” Lucas laughed and brushed his hair out of his face and Rodolfo caught sight of a gold bracelet. No clasp. Or… not one that he could see.

“Oh, that’s gorgeous.” Rodolfo caught his hand and saw Lucas turn a bright red as he looked over the bracelet. No. No clasp. He’d heard of them before. They were called infinity bracelets and usually were done with couples. “Did it hurt to get done? My boyfriend and I are considering one for me.”

“Oh, no.” Lucas shook his head, looking almost flustered. “Are you um… in the lifestyle?”

Rodolfo stared dumbly at Lucas, he would admit. The… lifestyle? Wait, did Lucas mean kink? Well, Rodolfo frequented a few websites but… he wouldn’t classify himself as… in the lifestyle. “Yes,” he lied, anyway, feigning sheepishness. “It’s… a lot.”

“Oh, definitely, but I love it.” Lucas seemed to completely relax. “We don’t go to clubs or dungeons or anything… My boyfriend is rather possessive, and wants to keep me to himself. But, we do have a pretty involved lifestyle.”

Rodolfo didn’t understand what the fuck Lucas was talking about, but he filed it away in his head in case it would help him. If this mysterious boyfriend was Graves, that is. Which… he doubted it couldn’t be. Granted, he had very little evidence, but the evidence he had was incriminating. “Well… I feel like stirring the pot a little. Since he’s in a meeting, why don’t you tell Graves these were from someone else?”

Lucas flushed and then he smiled, looking almost amused. “Okay! It was really nice talking to you! We should hang out once this case is over. I don’t… really have a lot of friends.”

“Oh, definitely.” Rodolfo agreed and then wrote his phone number on a notepad. “Text me if you want to hang out. Just because our bosses are against each other, doesn’t mean we have to be.”

Lucas looked… over the moon and Rodolfo kind of felt bad, since he clearly was excited to make a friend. If… Rodolfo didn’t end up ruining his life to ruin Graves… maybe they could be friends. Well, no, not when Rodolfo had plans to keep fucking Lucas’ uncle. 

Ghost, too. 

So, he watched Lucas stand and saw that the skirt was very short. He also saw that there were lines on his thighs, though they were hard to see under the skirt. Rodolfo felt really bad, now… but, he had priorities. Sadly, an omega he’d just met was not a high one.

He watched Lucas go into a back room and moved to listen closely, first glancing to make sure no cameras were directly pointed at him. 

“Lucas, why are you back here? Oh, what are those?”

“Oh, um… Shepherd sent them over, I think. The boy who delivered them said he did.”

“Cookies? Thanks, Luca.” Graves sounded irritated, he sounded annoyed. “I’ll eat them, anyway, but just turn away anything else from him. I really don’t want peace offerings from my father.”

Rodolfo’s eyes went wide and he covered his mouth. Shepherd was a pretty high up judge. Now it made sense why Graves had never done a case where he was the judge… Oh, he was definitely filing that one away. He would save it for something petty… 

Lucas came back a moment later and smiled, sitting back down at his desk. “Anything else I can help you with?”

“Nope.” Rodolfo shook his head. “Have a nice rest of your day, Lucas. Definitely text me, I um… I don’t have many friends.” If Lucas was smart and vetted his friends, which he definitely should be, he very much doubted they would be. No one wanted to be friends with him. Not with what was attached to his name. Trauma tended to push people away. 

Maybe they found it too awkward, maybe they just thought he was a freak. But… No one wanted to be friends. And he doubted Lucas would be any different. 

“Of course! It was nice to meet you!” Lucas smiled brightly and then he turned to his computer.

So, Rodolfo turned and left, calling Nikolai when he got out to his car. 

“Rodolfo! It has been a long time.”

“Nik,” Rodolfo smiled, “it has been. Laswell has been working on petty cases lately. I have information I need you to find.”

“Rudy, you are like a son to me. You should call me for non-business things occasionally.”

Rodolfo flushed and sighed, now feeling bad again. Nik struck him as a lonely old man and… despite being an alpha, it was fairly clear his mind was not on omegas, since Rodolfo had never ever seen him show any interest in them. He and Laswell were friends and he treated Alex and Farah like his own, too, but… Well, like he’d said. He had no interest in making a new dad or mom. “I’ll try, Nik.”

“What is this information you need?”

Rodolfo took a deep breath. “We’re working against Phillip Graves. Which… I’m sure you know he’s hard to dig up secrets on.”

“He is like a steel safe. Hard to crack.”

“Exactly.” Rodolfo agreed. “But… I think I found something that… won’t be. I need you to start tailing an omega named Lucas Vargas. He’s Graves’ secretary but… I think they’re sleeping together.”

“I need your reasoning first, so I know where to start.”

Rodolfo tried very hard not to groan, but he sighed instead. “Right. Well, for one, Lucas calls him Phil. He’s his secretary. I would… never call Laswell Kate. His outfit that he works in is very revealing, he has an expensive infinity bracelet, and he mentioned being in the kink lifestyle. However, in the same sentence, he told me his boyfriend is possessive. I don’t think, if his boyfriend is possessive, he’d be okay with Lucas wearing revealing clothing around his boss. Unless…”

“His boyfriend is the boss. I see, I see. I will watch this omega… Lucas Vargas? Same last name as one of Laswell’s current clients… He’s only 20 years old, that certainly would be scandalous… I will come to you, Rodolfo, when I have more information.”

“Thank you, Nik. Really. How about we discuss it over dinner? You promised to cook for me, remember?”

“I did! I will cook you an amazing meal! You can gossip to me like young omegas do! Tell me your problems! I will listen well!”

Rodolfo laughed, softly, and he found himself softening. The alpha was sweet, Rodolfo could tell he was trying. He just felt more bad that he couldn’t fulfill a son role. For anyone. He was too damaged. “Hey, can you also look into something else for me? John Price, Laswell’s friend? He had two kids go missing and… I want to know what happened.”

“I cannot, Rodolfo. I am sorry.”

“What?? Why not??” Rodolfo frowned, confused.

“I think it is bad to spy on one’s boyfriend.”

“You’re with Price??”

“I am! I know, I know, we’re both alphas, but-”

Rodolfo laughed, softly. “I don’t care, Nik! I’m happy for you!” He was, even if that was inconvenient for him. Nik seemed lonely, Rodolfo really wanted him to have someone. “That’s okay, I will… figure out something else. Let me know when you have that information!” They both then exchanged their goodbyes before Rodolfo hung up and took a deep breath.

God, he hoped this came up with something.

-

Dressing for the “alpha gaze” was something Rodolfo still struggled with. Out in public, he could dress however he wanted. But… in the privacy of his own apartment, Rodolfo found it hard not to sexualize himself. He felt more watched in his own home than he did walking through the street.

Which is why he found himself sitting on his counter, eating and wearing nothing but boyshort panties, the type he preferred, and a large tee shirt, while looking over some files Nik had sent him. Nik had apologized for dinner not being able to accompany them but something with Price had came up and the trial was in a week, so Nik apparently hadn’t wanted to wait to give them.

Rodolfo had no doubt it had to do with the phone call Price had gotten. No matter. However, this had meant he hadn’t been able to see Alejandro and Ghost since they’d had sex and… well, he was missing the alphas. They texted him every single day, almost every other hour, and he very much appreciated it. 

Boyshort panties had been made for male omegas. Which was probably why he preferred them. They kept him covered and supported while also giving him a nice shape, he thought. His were seamless, because he hated the feelings of seams, and they weren’t patterned with flowers or anything like that. 

They were pretty similar to the boxers that alphas wore, though not like the loose ones that male alphas wore. Rodolfo didn’t enjoy them, the material was never soft enough. Call him delicate, he liked to be comfortable. 

Funnily enough, he found himself wondering what type of panties Lucas Vargas wore as he looked through pictures of Lucas locking up the office building. Nik had given him everything he’d had, which sadly included some boring pictures.

The reason why Rodolfo was wondering, however, was because that skirt was awfully short. Graves liked them young, petite. He imagined Lucas might go for something not particularly meant for male omegas. Something meant for style, not comfort. 

Something black, he decided, something with lace. Though… maybe Graves was fucked up. Maybe he liked them pale pink with stripes and a little bow on them. Or, maybe Lucas wore thongs with that too short skirt. Showed everything when he bent over.

Graves was the type of alpha to like a view. He had a gorgeous cliffside house, Rodolfo had seen it during a dinner party the year before, and it had the most beautiful view of the mountains. A massive bathroom had overlooked it and Graves had joked liking it to be the first thing he saw when he stepped out of the shower. That he was an alpha who liked a view.

He’d made a gross joke about morning wood, too, that had had many of the alphas in the room laughing and several of the omegas trying not to look uncomfortable. Rodolfo hadn’t been sure what to do. Pretend the joke made his skin crawl? Or laugh and pretend it was funny? 

Maybe that was why he liked Alejandro and Ghost so much. In their few interactions, he’d never acted. He’d never been playing a role. Well, save for that first one, when they’d met. But… the second and third interaction, he’d been genuine. That fourth one, he’d definitely been genuine. He felt… human. Odd, he’d never felt inhuman before, but he supposed he almost was. 

He was whatever he needed to be. Whatever anyone else needed him to be. 

Right now? Right now he was a lonely omega, sadly overlooking pictures while eating chinese food out of the carton. The media perfect picture of rock bottom. That’s how they always portrayed omegas at rock bottom, right? Clean but wrinkled tee shirt, just panties, but not ugly panties. Not, god forbid, granny panties. Panties you’d let someone fuck you in. Messy hair. For Rodolfo it’s a too long hairstyle overgrown from lack of a haircut. 

Smudged makeup, though Rodolfo would admit he wasn’t wearing any. Didn’t like the sensation of it on his face. Eating fatty foods out of the box, like chinese food or pizza. Rock fucking bottom.

This was, thankfully, not rock bottom for Rodolfo. Rock bottom had been waking up at 16 years old to pictures of you spread all over the internet, to your mom and dad being dead from a car crash, and your older sister informing you she’s had a miscarriage when you didn’t even know she was pregnant. Rock bottom was the bottom of a bottle of Diphenhydramine, and not enough pills because you’d forgotten to buy more. 

12 wasn’t enough to kill yourself.

Rodolfo was actually doing fairly well, right now. He loved his job and schooling was going well. And he was about to help Laswell win another court case. Why? Because he was staring right at a picture of Lucas Vargas in Phillip Graves lap. Or rather… on Phillip Graves' lap.

Considering the omega was completely naked, so was Phillip Graves, he could recognize the bedroom as Graves’ cliffside house, and Lucas had his head thrown back, his mouth open… Well, it was obvious what they were doing. 

A second picture had Lucas actually facing the camera, where Rodolfo knew a mirror was, if he was remembering the layout of the bedroom correctly, and so it was undeniable who it was. 

He also found records of Lucas’s age, stating he was 20 years old. And… proof that they were seeing each other when Lucas was freshly 18. A receipt of a dinner, in fact, and Rodolfo wasn’t quite sure he wanted to know how Nik had gotten that. But, fuck, he was going to sit and listen to Nik cook and give him advice for sure after this. 

Hell, he’d even call him Dad.

-

Getting into Graves’ office in the middle of the night was pretty easy. Since it was the middle of the summer, and Graves was there, Rodolfo had just gotten in through an open window. 

There, he’d navigated to Graves’ office, hearing him in the printer room, he assumed from the sound of a printer going in it, and the alpha was humming to country music, a genre Rodolfo loathed. He’d set himself up in Graves' chair.

Nik had made copies of every photo, so Rodolfo had brought the ones he had and put them in a file on the desk, before propping his feet up. And then he’d waited.

Funnily enough, Lucas had never texted him. Rodolfo was sure he knew why. Either Graves had told him not to or… Lucas had searched his name. Either way, Rodolfo wasn’t upset. He’d never deluded himself to think they could be friends. 

He grabbed a candy bar that was sitting on Graves’ desk and looked around his office, liking that it seemed well decorated. He was shocked Graves had a private office, being the DA and all. Hmm, he wondered if Daddy Dearest had set that up for him. Probably.

Finally, Graves came back, and Rodolfo smiled as he came into the office. “Phil!” He mocked. “You’re working late!”

Graves seemed startled and raised an eyebrow before chuckling, coming fully into the office. “Rodolfo… I have a heavy case load. Working late is what happens. You know that.”

“Oh, do I.” Rodolfo hummed, biting into the candy bar and taking a moment to chew and swallow before continuing. “How does your omega feel about you coming home so late?”

“My… omega?” Graves snorted. “You know I’m single. Relationships aren’t for me, I like to… ride it solo.” Graves was really too casual around a 22 year old omega. One might think it was inappropriate, but Rodolfo knew what it was. He was compensating. He was terrified. 

“It must be weird for him. Locking up and knowing you’ll probably be back to work. Tell me, Phil, does he get worried?”

Graves looked at him for a moment and his tone went dead neutral. Bingo. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t you?” Rodolfo nudged the file with his foot before continuing to eat the candy bar. “Go on, take them, I have copies.”

Graves seemed to almost go pale before he was coming up to the desk, opening the folder. Rodolfo had put in the most revealing ones. “That one where he’s facing the mirror is gorgeous. Boudoir level. You should get it framed. I could have the RAW emailed to you.”

Graves had gone deadly silent, looking over the pictures. He sat down in a chair across from the desk and shook his head. “I’ll lie. I’ll say it’s not him.”

“Okay.” Rodolfo shrugged and then sat up, reaching into the folder and pulling out a picture of a high school yearbook which had a picture of Lucas on the cheerleading team. “He’s a dead ringer, don’t you think? You know, I think it’s more weird that you happen to be fucking an omega that looks exactly like your secretary. Or… that you hired a secretary that looks exactly like your omega.”

Graves put the folder down and then shook his head. “God, you’re fucking evil. You would do that?”

“Ruin your life? Oh, completely.” Rodolfo leaned back and put his feet back up on the desk. He liked this act he was putting on. It was fun. Careless. 

“So what? I’m fucking my secretary. Big deal.” Graves shook his head. “It won’t be a shocking scandal. I’m known as a playboy, even at 39. I’ll get a slap on the wrist.”

“Mhm.” Rodolfo nodded, agreeing. “Might make Dad look bad when I reveal Judge Shepherd is your father but… you’re right. What’s the worst that can happen? Hmm… Except, Lucas is 20. You’re 39. And I have evidence that you were sleeping together when he was freshly 18. I know this doesn’t break the law but um… Your reputation will be in the fucking sewer.”

Graves watched him speak and then he shook his head. “You’d do that to another omega? You’d ruin his life?”

“I’m ruining yours. Lucas is collateral damage.” Rodolfo shrugged, finishing the candy bar and tossing the wrapper in the little trash can beside the desk. “Does Lucas empty it?” He gestured.

Graves blinked and then looked at the trash can before sighing. “Yes. It’s part of his duties.”

“I bet he doesn’t crouch to do it, either. It’s the perfect distance away, I bet he makes a long show of bending over and pulling the bag out.” Rodolfo taunted, watching Graves’ face go red and then turn to an expression of anger. 

“He was 18 when we started to sleep together.”

“I know that. You know that.” Rodolfo acknowledged. “I’m sure any smart person who looks at the pictures will be able to put that together but… will they?”

Graves looked away from him. “I’ll… go for minimum, only. They can go for an Alford guilty plea, maintain their innocence.”

“No. That’s not good enough.” Rodolfo snorted, knowing he didn’t have to settle for that. “Thirty years is too many. I want you to drop the charges for a lack of evidence. They will plead not guilty.”

Graves stared at him. “All of this, for two alphas? You ruined Jessica Whitney’s life. She lost her scholarship for lying on the stand. You’d ruin mine if I kept with the charges. You’d ruin Lucas’s.”

“First, I’d ruin your life for a good dinner.” Rodolfo smiled, though that wasn’t true. Rodolfo didn’t like frivolously ruining lives but… For Alejandro and Ghost? Anything. “Jessica Whitney ruined her own life by lying on the stand. And Lucas is, again, collateral damage. Technically, you’re ruining his life. Don’t sleep with a freshly 18 year old, next time, I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Graves shook his head. “You can’t genuinely believe they’re innocent.” 

Rodolfo looked at him and then he shrugged. “I do.”

“They’re not.”

Rodolfo met Graves’ eyes, fully, and then he smiled. “I choose to believe they are.” It had crossed his mind that they were guilty but… that frat deserved what they got. It sounded like they bred evil. “It doesn’t matter if they are or not. Because you will drop the charges.”

Graves shook his head. “One day, you’re going to wake up, and you’ll see the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows-”

“Cut the speech.” Rodolfo snapped. “Look up my name, pendejo. Google me. Look at the pictures that pop up when you use incognito mode. Look at everything attached to my name… I know the world isn’t sunshine and rainbows. Besides, you just called me evil. Pick one.”

Graves frowned and looked at him before shaking his head, again. “I’ll drop the charges. Tomorrow.”

Rodolfo smiled and then folded his hands across his stomach. “Perfect. I’m glad we came to this agreement.” He pulled his feet off of the desk and then he stood. “I’ll see myself out. I’ll use the front door. You can keep the pictures, I really think you should get that one framed. Oh, one more thing, using an alpha’s missing kids to distract someone else is fucking sick.”

Graves seemed confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“John Price. You taunted him with his two missing children to distract Laswell.” Rodolfo turned to look at Graves, again, frowning. “That’s more than evil.”

“No the fuck I didn’t. I didn’t even know he had missing kids.” Graves furrowed his brows. “I’d met his two sons Kyle and Gary a while back but… I didn’t know they were missing. That… explains a lot, actually.”

Rodolfo frowned and then furrowed his brows. If… Graves hadn’t… who had? What sick bastard would do that? If he believed Graves. Regardless, he didn’t feel like threatening him for the truth, so he started to leave again, sighing when he was stopped. “Wait, Rodolfo. You ever consider working for someone new? I don’t think I want to end up on the opposite side of you, ever again.”

Rodolfo blinked and turned to look at Graves. “Is that a job offer?”

“Yeah, I think it is.” Graves chuckled. 

Rodolfo laughed, softly, at the absurdity of that. “No. I like Laswell too much and… you can’t afford me, Phillip Graves. Unlike others, I don’t take payment in knot.”

Graves rolled his eyes, clearly unhappy with that last statement. Rodolfo would admit that he may have been just trying to piss him off at that point. “Name your price. I’m sure whatever it is, I can pay it.”

Rodolfo looked at him and considered for a moment before smiling.

“Revenge.”

-

Alejandro and Ghost moved in once the charges were dropped. Rodolfo had had a small worry that it would turn into a case that once they were in, they’d be horrible and Rodolfo would grow to hate them, but the only problem that had ended up arising was that they had a lot of sex.

After he’d heard Laswell confront them, Rodolfo had gone straight to her and confronted her in return.

“I don’t care if they’re innocent or not.”

“What?”

“I don’t care, Laswell. They make me happy.”

“I don’t understand-”

“Yes you do, I heard you talking to them. I am asking you to not interfere in my love life.”

“Rodolfo… I want what’s best for you…”

“I know. I understand that. But… Please, Laswell. You know I feel like I have to act around everyone, even you. But I don’t feel like that around them… I feel like… I feel whole. I feel… like a person, again. Please don’t take that away from me.”

“Rodolfo… Are you sure?”

“More than. More sure than I’ve ever been. I love them, I’m desperate for them. Please don’t take them away. Promise me. Promise me you won’t take them away.”

“I won’t, Rodolfo.”

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

So, Rodolfo had settled in to being between them. As it was, despite being potential murderers, they weren’t toxic. Sort of. They weren’t, any more than Rodolfo could be. 

Yes, they were possessive, but the blame of other alpha’s eyes never fell on Rodolfo, it fell on the alphas. Rodolfo was never confronted, never asked to stop wearing something… No, the alpha was simply told to stop looking. 

They were quick to anger, but never at Rodolfo. If they did get angry at him, they would leave the room, find somewhere to calm down, and then they would come back, later, calm and collected, and things would move on. They’d be fine, again. 

And, strangely, they’d started to pick up on when Rodolfo was putting on an act. Ghost had called them “masks”. Playful, nervous, confident, irritated… Every single role he put himself into, both of them had picked up on them, and when he did it around them, they’d found ways of pulling the masks down, of bringing Rodolfo back to himself…

He needed them. He needed them more than he needed air. He was desperate not to lose them, to lose the only tether he had to himself.

He had picked up on other things. While they would give oral, neither would accept it, and Rodolfo had the feeling it had to do with his trauma. And… he didn’t mind. It triggered him, he knew that, and they didn’t expect him to give in and give it anyway. They didn’t take pictures with him unless he said they could, they only ever posted them if he said they could. Ghost didn’t take many pictures to begin with, though. 

So… Rodolfo settled in to move on to the next case, hoping that it was far away from anything that could pull them apart.

-

“Rodolfo, our next… project won’t be an actual court case but it’s going to be tough as hell.” Laswell spoke as soon as she came in and dropped a file on the table. 

Rodolfo blinked and then furrowed his brows, frowning. “What do you mean?”

Laswell sighed and shook her head. “I have… reason to suspect that the person taunting Price is Judge Shepherd. But I don’t know why. He has no MO, no reason to do so. He’d have nothing to gain, he doesn’t need 3 million dollars. We’re not taking any cases until this is over and you don’t start classes until August.”

Rodolfo looked at the file and then he furrowed his brows. “What’s the goal here? Get them back? They’re probably dead.”

“I know that, but… Rodolfo, John Price is my closest friend. We are like siblings… He is… destroyed over this. Nik can’t comfort him. We had only just gotten him to move on, I don’t-” She seemed to get emotional, which was a little disturbing if Rodolfo was honest.

“Alright.” Rodolfo sighed. “Alright… We need somewhere to start… I guess the first place would be… Well…” He hesitated before groaning softly. “Graves.”

“Graves?” Laswell looked surprised and then sat down. “Why?”

“Well, while I was looking for a way to make him drop the charges, I… I discovered that he’s Shepherd’s son. I did some digging, he has his mother’s maiden name, and they’re estranged. I had Lucas, the secretary he’s fucking, say the cookies were from someone else and he said they were from Shepherd. Graves said to throw them out if he sent more, because he didn’t want peace offerings from his father. I don’t think they have a good relationship.” Rodolfo folded his hands on the table and crossed his legs. “I may have an in with that secretary… Well… Graves also offered me a job. Said he didn’t want to be on the opposite side as me, ever again.”

Laswell blinked. “That is… a lot of information. First… I think you’re right, I think, if Shepherd is Graves’ father… Graves would be the place to start. Second, a job? You consider accepting it?”

Rodolfo laughed. “No. I’d rather skin myself alive than work with him.”

Laswell laughed in return and shook her head. “That’s fair… I thought I’d ask, anyway.”

Rodolfo scrunched his face and then he considered before sighing. “You’re not gonna like this but… maybe I should handle this alone. You’re really close to the situation and I worry that if you try to work it, if anything goes wrong or… things happen, you’ll get distracted or frustrated and-”

“You’re right.” Laswell’s shoulders dropped and she shook her head. “I… I am too close to the situation. I need to, instead, focus my efforts on helping John get through this. Are you going to be able to do this, alone, though?”

Rodolfo considered, again. “I could have Alejandro and Ghost help me. I’m not sure there’s much they can do, but there’s likely something they could do?”

Laswell didn’t look like she liked that idea but she sighed. “At the very least, if it throws you somewhere dangerous, they can protect you… Alright, fine. But, Rodolfo, if you need my help, please ask for it. Don’t get yourself in trouble and refuse to let someone pull you out.”

Rodolfo winced but nodded. “I promise I will.” Then, he pulled out his laptop, emailing Graves to try to meet up.

-

Alejandro and Ghost both looked at him, their expressions confused. “Kyle and Gary are dead, I thought.” Ghost furrowed his brows. “You’re saying someone is taunting Price with them?”

“Yes.” Rodolfo nodded. “I doubt whoever it is seriously has them but… Regardless if they do, someone is saying they do.”

“No wonder Price was so upset the last few weeks we were there…” Alejandro furrowed his brows. “And you want us to help?”

“It would be nice.” Rodolfo smiled, relaxing as Alejandro moved behind him, hugging him. Rodolfo leaned back into him and closed his eyes. He loved every time they touched him, finding himself almost completely addicted to them. “Laswell doesn’t want me doing this completely alone.”

“Well…” Ghost shrugged. “What can we help with?”

“I’m talking to Graves, tomorrow. Laswell suspects that whoever is taunting Price is Shepherd and Graves has a connection to him. And… I have reason to believe Graves will give him up if he is.” Rodolfo answered. “Meanwhile, I need one of you to research him and another to go to a job interview. He’s hiring for interns. I’ve built a fake profile, you just need to follow it.” 

Rodolfo leaned over, ignoring the way Alejandro whined and followed him, picking up a file. Alejandro snatched it out of his hands. “I’ll do that.” Alejandro chuckled. “I’m more charismatic, Ghost hates talking to people.”

“I want to be mad, but it’s true.” Ghost crossed his arms. “I don’t know about more charismatic, though. Regardless, I’m fairly decent at finding information. Maybe not as good as Rodolfo,” Rodolfo flushed, but he continued, “but I think I could manage. Actually, I’m better at getting people to give UP information.”

Rodolfo relaxed and nodded. “Good. Tomorrow, I will have lunch with Graves and you two will do these things. Then, we’ll reconvene tomorrow night and see where to go from there.”

“Reconvene?” Alejandro’s voice was heavy with suggestion, his breath close to the skin of his neck. Rodolfo shivered as Alejandro’s breath hit his neck, moving to grasp Alejandro’s arms. 

Rodolfo shook his head. “I’m worried that if you two had your way, I’d never be able to walk…” He looked up, seeing Ghost’s eyes had darkened, watching them. It sent a dark need coursing through his body and he couldn’t help shivering softly, especially as Alejandro’s fingers trailed up his sides, pulling the oversized teeshirt he was wearing with them.

“Oh but wouldn’t it be fun, mi cariño?” Alejandro purred into his ear and Rodolfo made a soft noise, pressing his legs together to hopefully keep the smell of the slick that was quickly gathering out of the air. “Never wanting for anything because we would take care of it for you… Being covered in our marks and scent…”

Oh, it sounded heavenly… Another shiver went through Rodolfo’s body as his shirt was pulled completely off and then Ghost was suddenly over to them, tilting his head up and claiming his mouth with his own. 

He was picked up by Ghost and his legs moved to wrap around his waist, Alejandro kissing over his shoulders and then down his back before he felt them being moved and he was being dropped on the couch, suddenly.

He helped them slide his panties down and off before his legs were pushed up and Alejandro’s head was between his legs, lapping at his slick. He whined with pleasure, cut off by Ghost kissing him again. Ghost’s hand felt over his body, grasping at the soft bits on his torso.

Rodolfo’s hand found Alejandro’s hair, grasping slightly and shoving his face deeper, gasping as Alejandro chuckled into him, though he kept going. His tongue worked inside Rodolfo, lapping at his insides and pushing warmth through Rodolfo’s body.

Ghost moved from his mouth down to his neck, biting harshly. Rodolfo whimpered and grabbed Ghost’s arm with his other hand, squeezing his thighs around Alejandro’s head and jolting when that earned him a slap on one of them, quickly pulling his legs back open again.

“Don’t crush his head.” Ghost chuckled and Rodolfo glanced down, meeting amused eyes from Alejandro.

Rodolfo wasn’t even sure he had the thigh strength to manage that, but he heeded the warning all the same, letting his head fall back and instead grinding against Alejandro’s face. “Fuck, Ale…” Rodolfo whimpered as Alejandro’s tongue somehow worked impossibly deep inside him.

Fingers pressed inside him a moment later, only adding to the pleasure and causing his hips to bow off the couch. He turned and buried his face in Ghost’s chest when Ghost wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke him. Ghost cradled him close, though Alejandro kept him open to him. “Sh, my love… We’ve got you…”

The gravel in Ghost’s voice did horrid things to Rodolfo’s body, and he came completely unwarned, digging his nails into whatever he was grasping with either hand and whimpering as wave after wave went through his body. When he was done, Alejandro moved away and Rodolfo was wrapped up in Ghost’s arms, allowed to curl up and recover while Ghost stroked his hair, carefully.

Eventually, Alejandro joined him and then both of their scents were flooding his senses, causing him to melt. “I wouldn’t mind being between you two forever…”

“Good, because we plan to keep you, forever.” Alejandro chuckled. “You’re too pretty to let anyone else have you…”

Rodolfo felt his skin go dark red and he shook his head. “Flattery is a second language to you.”

“Technically it would be my third, but you’re right. It’s all true, though.” Alejandro gently kissed over his shoulder and Rodolfo moved to snuggle more into Ghost, yawning.

“Take a nap,” Ghost murmured, his lips pressing gently against Rodolfo’s forehead. “Or, it’s 10, go to sleep.”

Rodolfo wasn’t sure he minded that, yawning again. “Okay…” He reached up and grasped at Ghost’s shirt, shimmying to get more comfortable before he started to doze off.

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In case you guys are wondering why these are so long, lately, is I have a lot of ideas and I don't want to keep getting stuck waiting for asks for PT5 or 6 of a thing, so I'm just doing this instead. Grace and Patience's PT2 will probably also be long as fuck, too, and the PT2 for this one will likely also be long.

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[ilikeyoualive]

I'm begging for more abo au omg. That last post was amazing, and honestly, I love the Soap and Ghost dynamic in it.

I live for the soapghost dynamic! It's always fun to try an keep their interactions to canon standards while exploring an AU setting, especially one as popular and diverse as abo. Plus, I'm a sucker for non-traditional pairings (such as beta/omega) since they tend to make things more interesting.

Now, to feed your want of more abo content, the drabble below isn't polished so forgive any mistakes you see. This drabble is pretty dark, so heed the warnings!

Main Masterlist

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Past Rape/Non-con, Attempted Suicide, Ghost's past should honestly be it's own warning.

Even though use of suppressants in the military is common, repressing biology for too long is unhealthy and dangerous. So any alphas or omegas are given mandatory leave every four months for their heats/ruts in order to stabilize their hormones and let their body do it's thing.

Unsurprisingly, Ghost the sole exception to this rule.

Due to Ghost's subpar childhood and the trauma that came with it, he didn't have his first heat until he was well into adulthood. Honestly, Ghost just thought that he was sick and running a fever. He didn't think much of the attention that his fellow soldiers were giving him over the course of his four-day heat.

After his first heat -which he didn't even know was heat, rip- Roba happened. Ghost was kept on an illegal cocktail of drugs that induced heat and boosted libido, keeping him starved for touch and docile. Ghost was frequently assaulted and abused in this vulnerable state, horrified with himself for his behavior when his 'heat' ended.

Flash forward to after Ghost takes revenge on Roba once his family is killed, taking suppressants once every month to keep his heat at bay. But the more he uses the suppressants, the more his body fights against it, forcing him to take a suppressant more and more frequently until he's injecting himself once a day.

Price knew of the excessive use of suppressants, of course, but he had also read Ghost's file and decidedly turned a blind eye to it. Until he couldn't, that is.

There's an incident with Ghost passing out on the tarmac after a mission, forcing Price's hand. So Price gives Ghost an ultimatum, either he lets himself go into heat on base so his body can flush the drugs out -basically like hitting a reset button- or Ghost can be put on indefinite leave until he figures his shit out.

Of course Ghost choses the former, getting confined to his quarters for the duration of his heat. Price is the only one with written permission to enter Ghost's room during this time, but a medical team is informed of the situation and is on call in case anything happens.

And of course it all goes to shit.

Ghost has a ptsd episode on the second day, the commotion coming from his quarters being brought to Price's attention and he leaves his office to check on Ghost. So imagine his surprise when he unlocks the door and pushes in to find Ghost's room torn apart.

Price hears a noise from the adjacent bathroom and cautiously pokes his head in, his eyes widening when he sees Ghost huddled in his bathtub with a knife clenched in his hand, the sharp edge held to his throat as he mutters to himself with a thousand yard stare aimed at the wall.

Price steps into the bathroom before he can think better of it and Ghost tenses, but he still doesn't look at Price, who realizes much too late that an alpha barging in on Ghost when he's deep in a flashback probably wasn't the best idea. And, as Ghost jerks his wrist to slice his own throat open, Price lunges to disarm him.

The cut spans halfway across Ghost's throat and it's deep, blood gushing all over both of them as they grapple for the knife, slippery with Ghost's blood. Price manages to knock the knife out of Ghost's hand, the man snarling as he thrashes like a wild animal with Price on top of him trying to hold him down.

Thankfully, some passerby heard Price shouting for a medic from outside the room, so help arrives in the form of the medical team and Ghost is sedated. The wound on his throat is stitched up before Ghost is moved to medbay and restrained with padded cuffs and straps that hold his body down.

Price spends the next two days watching Ghost writhe in the bed like a man possessed as he snarled at anyone who entered the room, only seeming to settle when Gaz delivered his meals. As long as Gaz didn't try to touch him in a sexual manner, Ghost didn't display any hostility toward the beta, simply laying in bed and breathing hard as his panicked eyes watched Gaz deposit the tray onto the table.

Gaz uses the nearby remote to raise the top half of Ghost's bed so he can sit up, Gaz dutifully feeding Ghost with one hand while the other cautiously settled on Ghost's bare arm to ease the fever. Gaz makes an effort not to stare at Ghost's face, seeing as the balaclava had been removed after Ghost was sedated.

By the time Ghost's heat ends, Price has already talked to Laswell, who pulled some strings to get Ghost a steady supply of high-end, expensive suppressants to take regularly. The potentially deadly side-effects will take longer to become a problem with the more sophisticated suppressant, but eventually Ghost will have to 'reset' his body in order to start the cycle all over again.

Then comes Johnny.

[hirik0]

Save with you Part 2

part 1

09Soap/Ghost Omegaverse AlphaSoap, OmegaGhost

Ghost just want to die he puked his insites out for the last 2 days and now had a very annoying fever. Dr Bloomberg explained to him that this is a mix off the new drug and the reaction of his body brutaly been forced out of heat. She also told him that he will stay here for at least a week, while he puked nearly all over her shoes he stoped feeling bad about it. He is so hungry, but with the fact that he just stoped punking nearly 3 hours ago they stay with intravenous infution to keep him alive, they told him he can eat something when hes not puking for a minium of 24 hours and then it will only be soup. The only think he to lift his mood is Price visiting him. He clearly will put a stop to Dr. Bloombergs ridiculous ideas of him getting a mate. He also hopes shes wrong about him going in heat on a regular basis, this cant happen. He will just not exept this. One heat, its a coincidence maybe stress realted he will not begin to have a cycel again. He dont need a mate, and still everytime hes thinking about this topic a sea brise and the smell of jew is hauting his nose. Honestly a improvement to the constant smell of puke that is stucked in his nose. He also so fucking tired and from time to time a headache is causing him to get nausish again. The only reason hes not throwing up again are the medication they gave him against it.

When Price finally visites Ghost, the fever is getting worse. Price looks at him with concern and a hint of pity. "Price", Ghost says whinnie he just wants to sleep the fever making his hole body feel like a oven everymuscleis hurting. "You look like shit", Price says having to fight down his Alpha instincts because Ghost is very a sick Omega at the moment and dont need or want to be babied. "Thanks I worked really hard on it", Ghost jokes rasing Price mood a bit with his shitty comment. "Dr. Bloomberg told me that your reaction to the get a mate idea being a big no. If they have to put you in a coma all the time you can't work anymore." Ghost makes a displeased face at this, it's not like he ignores his health, he just dont need a mate. "I made a list off Alphas that will help you through your heats, if they are now coming back regular. I'm so sorry Simon." hearing the truthfulness in Price voice makes this just so much worse. "Who?", Ghost presses throw his teath, half hiding his face in the pillow. "Roach, Ozone, Soap and me", Price answers and hearing about Soap making him feel a little bit better. And if he wasn't so sick this would have ticked of a alarm in his head. Still he's making a pleased pure that Price picks up on. "Dr. Bloomberg is getting a expert on how trauma is effecting heats on the base, please don't kill her." Ghost wants to answer a yes Sir, but instead he puke on Price boots. "Get better soon Simon", he just says while his Alpha instincts scream at him to take care of the sick Omega.

The expert Professor Kim Hastings, is a small Omega woman, with the most annoying personality Ghost ever meet. She's the cliche of a bubbly, happy Omega, most Alpha claim to want but could not handel. Dr. Bloomberg looks like this is even to much for her. "Professor please remember what I told you about the Lieutenant", Dr. Bloomberg says clearly picking up the annoyance of Ghost after the Professor introduced herself and her research. "Of course I'm sorry. I just get very excited to talk about my research, like al scientist", Hastings answers in a lot more toned down voice. "So, I was told a lot of 'that's classified' about your past. I was told you survived several months as a prisoner and didn't had a heat till the end of last week. This is no heat in 7 years, that's the longest time I heard of. Usally my patients come to see me after 2-3 years. Many get very unsettled with out going in heat so long, I gues Omegas that dont have problem with not having a heat also would not reach out to me." Ghost just blinks at her unimpressed he really would prefer that it wasn't necessary for her to be here. "I was also told by Dr. Bloomberg that you would prefer to not get heats again." Ghost just nods, carefully listing for judgement in her voice finding non. "It's possible that this is just a stress heat, but this depends a bit on how you felt at the beginning of the heat." "What to you mean?", Ghost ask starting to bite his lower lip. "My patients often say their heat get triggered by a person that makes them feel extremely save. Often a potential mate or their mate. But they are also not in the military so this could not be the case here. You are honestly my first Omega solider, so i dont have any data to pull from. So please tell me a bit about what the last mission in very vague terms." Ghost feels like something is try to force itself in to his consciousness, scratching, howling, tearing at the walls he built around himself as a form of protection. "Captain MacTavish and I where on a 3 month surveillance mission in Asia." "Is the Captain a Alpha?" "Yes." Ghost heart is starting to race. "You know eachother for a long time?" "5 years." Dr. Bloomberg nervously looking at how Ghost heart rate is rising, smelling how Ghost scent is filling the room. Prof. Hastings just nods to herself writing down something on her notepad. "You would say he's a good Alpha?" "I guess yes?" Ghost answers unsure not having to think about this in a long time, the Professor clearly used to Omegas not able to give a clear answer to this. He don't like this, this is reaching uncomfortable territory his Omega instincts are rising like a phoenix out of the ashes after being not part of his live for 7 years, while is heart is trying to leave his rip cage. "When did you notice first indicators of a heat aproaching?" "On the flight back to base." "Is it possible you didn't notice it before because you where focused on the mission?" "It's possible." Ghost swallos, his scent is getting more prominent with every question. "What did you feel and I dont mean heat symptoms." Reality is bulldozing over Ghost. The word SAVE flashing in bright lights and gigantic letters in his brain. He felt save, because he was with Soap. He sees Soap as a potential mate. "Save", he says in a oddly empty way.

To Professor Hastings credit she didn't showed her exitment over this. She's learned the hard way that not all her patients like this part of the trauma healing journey, most of them got their trauma from a piece of shit Alpha in the first place. "If it makes thinks a little bit better, your next heat is atleast 6 months away, so a lot of time to figure everything out." Ghost don't think this makes anything better, he don't want to figure thinks out, he wants thinks to stay the same. Rage is filling Ghost up, about the situation, the feeling of absolute lost of control over his live, his stupid body and his stupid instincts for choosing bloody MacTavish as a potential mate. Dr. Bloomberg wants to say something but the Professor stops her clearly knowing that Ghost needs to come to terms on his own. The two women are leaving the room.

"You can call me when their are complications with his recovery, also don't push him. It will just damagethe process, from now one everything is going to happen in his speed", the Professor explains with a serious look on her face. "This man is so bloody stubborn, I honestly would prefer this was just a stress heat", Dr Bloomberg sighs, knowing that Ghost will end up in medical the second his next heat is coming. "Can I meet Captain MacTavish?", Hastings asks so she can give a prognosis on parts of the recovery. "No. If you weren't the only expert in the UK you wouldn't even have seen the Lieutenant." "But my research", the Omega protests not willingto get pushedaroundby a Alpha. "Professor you just talked with the most dangerous solider on this base nothing of this will go in your research. People kill to get the tiniest information on him. Your notes will stay on this base, otherwise your in a lot of shit with the government and the taskforce", Dr Bloomberg states in a final tone that there will be no exceptions. "Are you threatening me Doctor?", the Omega ask getting a bad feeling about the situation. "No, but the higher ups only agreed to let you see the Lieutenant because they want him back in the field, they don't care about your research. But your patients care about you and need you, it's not worth it Professor Hastings. Just give me your notes." The Omega swallow at how with out any emotional the Alpha said it. It is not a threat of the doctor, its just the facts of the situation. "What if I need to come back?" "You can look at them then. To refresh you memory." "What if I have a thought about the situation if I'm not allowed to have any notes of base?" The Alpha looks at her with a stern expression. "You don't have these." " So I should just pretend I was never here?" "Yes." Professor Hastings mouth drops open, to what exactly did she agree here? "What is the Lieutenant like a James Bond or something like this?" Bloomberg laughts at this before saying: "It's close enough. But I think even James Bond would look under his bed to makes sure the Lieutenant is not under it." Hastings is laughing nervously hopeing this is just some strange military joke. "When I told you this Omega is the most dangerous solider on base I meant it", the Doctor says to make clear she was not joking. Which shacking hands the Professor give up her notes.

Ghost wants to crawl up the walls of this room over 2 weeks he's in medical now and he just wants to go. He has to much time to think, about Soap being a potential mate, about how much it hurts that Soap didn't visited him ones since Dr Bloomberg gave the green light and he don't randomly throws up any more. Archer and Ozone were good sports about it, telling him that they understand the joke are so bad you want to puke. They also talked about the plan for his heat so that all three of them agree to the same thing. Roach and Price also ask about what to do if Ghost goes into heat again, the only one missing is Soap. Theoretical one of the other could just tell him, its just logistics really, but it fucking hurts. Everyone in the taskforce came to visit just not the person he wants to see. He trys to rationalise it, Soap is a Captain so he has lot of thinks to do and it just simply dosent fit in his full schedule. A very unhelpful part of his brain reminds him that before the incident, Soap would sometimes do paperwork while visiting him in medical, so it can't be his schedule. The next thing is that Soap had to be on a mission, just because he's in a coma for 4 days and then 2 weeks sick because they gave him some new shit don't mean that Soap is not needed in the field. But Roach would ask him everytime if Soap had shown up, becoming angrier and angrier with every no. The only logical conclusion is Soap don't want to see him and this hurts. Does Soap sees him as less now because he's an Omega? Fuck, he needs to get out of here. Unknown to Ghost Roach is screaming at Soap right now about exactly why he can't just go visit Ghost for 15 minutes. "Just go and visit him, Soap. You can continue to throw your pity party after you where there", Roach screams not carrying if anybody overhears, he lost his patience seeing how it clearly hurts his best friend that Soap is not visiting. The problem screaming at Soap just activates his stubbornness. "Why, it's my fault he ended up there in the first place." "Soap just stop being a fucking wanker for 5 minutes and actully listen to what I'm telling you for 5 days now." "Fine", Soap presses throw his theet. "Ghost wants to see you. He's not blaming you, so for the love of the bloody Queen just go and viste him." Soap bits his lip the now familiar feeling of guilt replacing his stomach growing bigger. "Okey 15 minutes", he finally agrees, because he has the feeling that Roach reached the point he would drag him to Ghost hospital room if he has to. "That's all I'm asking for. And now let's go so you can't chicken out of it." Soap stands up and is taking the file he's working in with him. Ever since Price told him that Ghost is allowed visitors he's found a sudden interested in keeping the recruit files up to date.

Ghost looks up from his book and sees how Roach is pushing Soap in the room before closeing the door again. He raises his evebrow in a silent question while Saop sits down on the chair next to his bed. His insticts are telling him to pure because Soap is finally here. Not caring that's not by choice. "Eh, Roach was very convincing that i should finally show up here", Soap states a bit emberrased. Ghost just keeps his eyebrow up. Time starts to streach itselfe while they look at eachother in uncomfortable silence. Ghost us looking at Soap, Soap seem to found a very interesting spot on the floor. Soaps heart is ponding, he feels like he will throw up, not knowing what to say, where to start. His instincts roaring to finally being able to scent the Omega. "Im, sorry", Soap finally says. "For what exactly?", Ghost ask unsure, picking the skin at his finger nails. "It's my fault you're in this situation isn't it?" Ghost looks at him confused, stops the movement of his fingers for a short moment. "What do you mean?", Ghost ask for further clarification. "Your heat, I mean I must have triggerd it, it was just us for 3 months.", Soap explains his train of thought, starting to bounce his legs because of his own nerves. "Soap, from what i understand the expert said, this was actully my fault, if anyone has to be at fault." Soap looks up from the floor to finally meet Ghost eyes. "What?" "Its something with me healing from Roba, that's what triggert the heat", Ghost explains vaguely not wanting to go in to more detail. "Thats good right?", Soap ask unsure, feeling relieved but also that Ghost is hiding something from him. "Im not sure yet, but.." ,Ghost stops mid sentence clearly debating with himself if he should continue. "But?", Soap encourages, needing to know. "But Im glad it happend around you, because I know you would never do something like Roba to me anyone", Ghost finishes the sentence. Claim the thought is burning itself in Soaps brain, his instincts want to claim Ghost, make him his mate, making sure the Omega is feeling save. "Did you not viste because you thought i would blame you?", Ghost ask dreading the answer. Soap dont answers verbaly but the face hes making is telling Ghost everythink he needs to know.

[theghostofsoap]

aight all y'all, we need to make #pack 141 a tag for ABO pack content.

I need protective pack leader Price

I need cute fuckin family cuddle piles

I need them helping each other build their nests for those who need it

I need them feeling safe enough to relax around each other

I need good ABO pack content

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 15: Bonnie

Summary: Your heat is over and your pack has moved on with their lives, settling back into the familiar routine. Except, some things have begun to change, and you're not entirely sure if its for the better.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 7456 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, oral, handjobs, overstimulation, P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, hair pulling, switch Johnny, Johnny's lingerie kink, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, language, mention of nightmares, brief talk about killing and violence, insomnia, fluff, and of course a bit of angst

A/N: This chapter was an absolute bitch to write. I'm not kidding this was a nightmare. I'm happy with the changes I've made though, and how things are progressing. We've made a little bit of a time jump here, but not much. I think I'm getting sick so, posting the chapter before I inevitably pass out again. Oh, and Happy Easter everyone that celebrates.

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Your eyes fly open as the alarm blares. They burn as you squint against the bright phone light. An arm reaches over you, the warm skin sliding against your back as he fumbles to turn off the offending noise. 

You let out a quiet groan as you catch the numbers dictating the time on the screen before the phone is placed back on the nightstand. “‘S too early.” You grumble, rubbing at your crusty eyes. 

“Go back to sleep.” John murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before he shifts, climbing over you to get out of the bed. He tucks the blankets back around you before slipping into the bathroom. 

You won't go back to sleep. The last time you'd glanced at the time on your phone had been two hours ago, at 2 A.M. You’ve been awake most of the night, as you have been the last couple nights. You haven't been sleeping well. It was like your heat opened a floodgate and now every time you close your eyes, you're transported back into the past, back when you were a child. Back when things weren't fine. 

You've started trying to avoid sleep, waking constantly during the night from nightmares or from your brain’s own fear of them starting back up. It’s only been a week since your heat ended, and yet you feel no more rested than you did coming out of it. Nothing you’ve tried has worked, not even staying awake until you inevitably pass out prevents your subconscious mind from pulling up the horrible memories of your past. 

Even sleeping next to your alpha hasn’t provided any comfort for your mind. His presence isn’t enough to quell the fear in your mind that the nightmares might come back, that the memories might surface. 

Even he can’t protect you from this. 

You close your eyes as the bathroom door opens again, pretending to sleep as John dresses for his morning workout. He’s quiet, near silent as he moves about the room. It’s almost terrifying how quiet they can be. Though, you suppose, if your survival depends on it, it’s a skill you’d spend plenty of time honing. 

John grabs his phone from the nightstand, running a gentle hand over your head before he leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind him. You lay there for a few minutes, trying not to let the guilt eat you alive. You should tell them you’re struggling to sleep, that your mind is plaguing you with memories from your past, but you’re afraid of what they might think of you. You’re not the perfect omega, you’re not as whole as you might seem. 

You’re held together with duct tape on the inside. They already have enough to worry about now, they don’t need the weight of your misery thrown on top of the loads they all carry. 

You let out a long breath, turning over in John’s bed. You press your face into the pillow, inhaling the imprint of his scent on the fabric. It’s still warm where he was laying, and you shuffle over into that spot, letting your body go lax as you imagine him still there with you, arms still wrapped around your body. You want to bury yourself in his arms, press against his chest until you sink into him and become one. 

Only then, perhaps you can feel safe enough to sleep. 

You press your face further into the pillow, every inhale filled with John’s scent. It lulls you into a daze, the hypnagogic stage between sleep and wakefulness. 

You jolt as a hand touches your arm, calluses smoothing over the bare skin. You blink your eyes open, letting out a quiet groan. It’s light outside now, the room bathed in white light instead of the yellow tinge of the nightlight John had bought for his room for you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” John says, gently squeezing your arm. He’s already dressed for the day, hair still damp from the shower. You hadn’t even noticed he’d returned. 

You roll over, rubbing your eyes. “‘S fine. Didn’t even know I was asleep. Breakfast time?” 

John hums, leaning over you. “Almost. You’ve got time to get ready.” 

You blink up at him blearily, your mind still trying to wake up completely after your short nap. You stare up into his eyes, getting lost in their blue depths. You feel like you could swim in them, his deep earthy scent drawing forward memories of camping and swimming in the lake. Memories you could pretend were happy, memories not tainted by fear and grief. 

“Christ,” He breathes, pressing his lips to yours. “So fucking beautiful.” 

Your cheeks warm at his words, your lips moving against his as you kiss. You trail a hand up his arm, sliding it to his back. His shirt is soft, thin enough that you can feel the muscles in his back as you smooth your hand across his shoulder blades. 

“Wish I could stay here all day.” He murmurs, his face pressing into your throat. You tilt your head for him, a quiet groan rumbling through his chest at your sign of submission. He sighs, pressing his nose against your scent gland for a moment before he straightens back up. “Got a job to do.” 

You let out a groan as you stretch, arching your back. “Fuck your job.” 

“I’d much rather be fucking you.” He says, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip before he stands up, grabbing the shirt you’d worn to slip into his room last night off the floor. It’s one of his, one you’d stolen from his laundry hamper while he was in the shower. “Don’t let anyone hear you say that.” 

You grin, pushing the sheets down before sitting up on the edge of the bed. You rub your eyes tiredly, stretching again before pulling on his shirt, slipping your slippers on. You pad back to your room, changing into more appropriate clothes for breakfast. You’ll be left to your own devices again afterward as the guys return to their normal training schedule. You won’t be napping this time, though, you fear. Instead you’ll be looking for ways to keep yourself awake. 

You and John walk hand in hand to the mess. It’s been a while since you’ve been inside of it, and you find you’ve grown to miss it a bit. You don’t miss the stares, the looks that pass over you and your entwined hands as John leads you to the line to get food. It’s like they know, like they all somehow witnessed what had transpired over the last couple weeks, like they had all been spectators to it. 

John makes your tray for you again, carrying it to the table where the others are already seated. You take your normal spot next to Kyle, both him and John sitting closer to you than before. Perhaps they were picking up on your nervous energy, but even Johnny and Ghost seemed to be sitting closer. You cast a glance between them before digging into your tray. Something had transpired, but you’re not quite sure what. 

You might never get to know. 

It’s quiet as you eat, the coffee bitter and watery, but you don’t care. You’ll suffer anything that might give you a boost of energy to make it to lunch without falling asleep. 

Johnny walks you back to the barracks after breakfast is over, his arm around your waist as you take your time crossing the courtyard. He’s oddly quiet compared to how energetic he usually is this early in the morning. Something must have happened to make him silent. 

“Johnny?” You ask after a group of soldiers jog past behind you. 

He hums, looking down at you. His eyes are still bright, but his brows are slightly furrowed. 

“Is everything alright?” You ask carefully, not wanting to risk pushing any buttons. 

“Aye.” He answers after letting out a sigh. “Jus’ an incident in the gym this mornin’. Nothing ye need tae worry about.” 

You raise your brows at him, silently conveying your desire for more information, if he can give you any. 

“Just some alphas talkin’ shite, like they do. Callin’ ye the 141’s whore. Askin’ if we all take turns or if ye let us all go at once.” He says, his tone practically seething as he leads you into the barracks. “Simon reminded them of their place.” 

You can only imagine how that went. 

Despite their obvious tension at the jabs made at you by the other alphas, you don't feel as angry as you probably should. Being called a whore was a bit demeaning, but part of what was said wasn't entirely wrong. Perhaps it's just some leftover hormones surging from your heat, or maybe being claimed has shifted your feelings towards your packmates, but the idea of being shared by them has warmth spreading through you. The mental images piecing together in your mind of taking them all at once would probably make the alphas that made that jab at you blush furiously. 

“Johnny?” You ask, turning to him when you reach your door. 

“Aye?” He stares down at you, his blue eyes soft as they gaze down into your own. 

“I, uh, I wouldn’t mind if at least part of what they said was true...” You sink your teeth into your lip. “You...uh...you’ve been waiting for a while...for your turn.” 

He gulps, shifting slightly on his feet. You can’t tell if he’s nervous or excited or something in between. 

“Well, I’ve been officially cleared to partake in more...strenuous activities..” 

“Christ.” He breathes, crowding you against the door. For a moment you’re worried he might just do it right here, right now, but instead he leans in, close enough you can smell the coffee he had with his breakfast. “I’d love that, kitten.” He bites his own lip as he stares down at yours. “Let me know, and I’ll be ready for you.” He leans down, closing the short distance between you as he kisses you. 

You lean into him, kissing him back. It feels like the first time you kissed him, except you can feel the hunger, the restraint behind this kiss. You can feel how much he’s been holding back, how long he’s waited to finally have this moment. To think of anyone desiring you in such a way makes your head spin. He wants you for you, not what you can do for him, not what you can give to him. Not even just for what’s between your legs, even if that’s what you’re going to do. 

He wants to be with you because you’re you. He doesn’t have to, he could choose not to, but he does. 

He pulls away, staring down at you. His eyes are darker now, speaking promises of what’s to come. “When you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.” 

“You're tired.” 

You blink, your gaze snapping to his face. You had been drifting thoughtlessly, quite enamored with a single spot on the floor. You're not sure how long he let you stand there, empty-headed and practically dozing upright. 

You rub your eyes, trying to force your brain back to awareness. “It's early.” You give the excuse, toeing off your shoes. “Been a while since we've done this.”

“You're going to have to work extra hard to gain it all back.” Ghost says, pulling off his sweatshirt. 

Your eyes are immediately drawn to his arms, the strength in them, the tattoos on his skin. You bite back the desire to move closer, to get just a glimpse at one close up. You want to sit and trace them, hear the story of every single one. You want to push his sleeve up, watch the way his muscles bulge and flex, see how far his tattoo goes up his arm. 

You snap yourself out of your thoughts, moving onto the mat before you do something embarrassing like starting to drool. You watch him as he stands at the edge of the mat, brown eyes taking you in as you stand there. Something tickles in the back of your mind, a hint of fear, the sense of sudden danger prevalent. What would you do if he suddenly ran at you? Try to dodge and make it to the door? Where would you go? The med center again? 

“Easy.” He grumbles, sensing your obvious tension.

Your gaze snaps back to him, his posture relaxed as he stays still. “I'm putting a lot of trust in you.”

“I know.” He says, standing almost as still as a statue. You wonder how he can possibly be so still, but you suppose it's something he learned to do. “I should never have broken that trust in the first place.”

Your eyes widen, brows lifting as you stare at him. You didn't expect such a straightforward apology from him. You haven't really gotten one, until now. You hesitate as you stand there in silence, Ghost obviously waiting for your response. 

“I don't know if I can forgive you.” You finally say. 

“You shouldn't.” He shrugs, his gaze shifting to the wall behind you. “Even if you weren't really in danger, it was still a dick move.”

Your eyebrows raise even higher. “An apology and admitting you were a dick? Should I be worried?”

He huffs out a breath, shaking his head. “Consider it an offering of amicability, for Johnny. I know you two are getting close, so inevitably we're going to find ourselves around each other more often than we have previously.”

“Well, I suppose I could accept that.” You say, shifting on your feet. “I don't think you could convince Johnny otherwise.”

“Hardly. He wouldn't listen anyway.” He finally moves, shifting on his feet. “You gonna put your hackles down so I can approach?”

You take a deep breath, relaxing the tension in your body. You don't really have a reason to fear him, despite what he did. He hasn't given you a reason to fear him since then, and he's even gone so far as to apologize in his own way. John wouldn't have allowed this to start again if he didn't trust Ghost not to do something that might put you in danger. 

John trusts him, so you should be able to as well. 

Ghost slowly approaches, your eyes watching him carefully until he's directly in front of you. You stare up at him, holding his gaze. You wish you could see the rest of his face on the off chance it might give you a hint at what he's thinking and feeling. You wonder if that's partially why he wears the mask. 

Ghost holds out his hand and you place your own in his. It's so much bigger than yours, his long fingers engulfing your wrist as he wraps your hand. You could probably do it yourself by this point, but you like making him do it. You like the way his hands hold yours, the roughness of his skin against your own. 

He starts out reviewing things you already know. Punches, kicks, dodging. It doesn't take long for you to get back into the groove of things, moving like it hasn't been nearly a month since your last training session. You notice the fatigue faster than you had during your last session, but you expected that after almost a month, paired with your heat two weeks ago. 

“Now, punching and kicking will only get you so far in a fight.” He says, giving you a moment to breathe. “Almost all fights are going to end up on the ground. Even if your goal is disarming enough to escape, the chances of you and your opponent ending up on the ground is highly likely.” 

He swipes your feet out from under you before you can even blink, nearly knocking the wind from you as you land on the mat on your back. He’s on you quickly, dropping to his hands and knees over you. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at him above you, his hulking form seeming even larger from this angle. Your mind begins to run wild, imagining all the things that could happen in this position. 

“Focus.” He grumbles, arms flexing as he presses his hands into the mat where they rest on either side of your head. “You don’t want to be in this position in a fight. You’re too vulnerable.” 

A shiver runs down your spine at his words. You are vulnerable like this. Even with him, someone who doesn’t want to hurt you, it would be so easy. Your head begins to turn, your gaze leaving his as instinct begins to take over. 

“No.” He snaps, gripping your chin to turn your head back so he’s looking in your eyes. “You do that in a fight, you’re not going to see the other side.” 

You gulp, trying to ignore the warmth of his fingers on your face, the firmness of his grip as he keeps you from showing submission to him. That’s not why you’re here. He’s right. If you do that in a fight, it’ll be over before you even have a chance to run. 

“Your legs are far stronger than your arms. Use them to your advantage.” He says, showing you how to get him into the right position to flip him. 

You know he’s helping you as you flip him onto his back. If he really was fighting you, you’re not sure you could have done it, even if you managed to land enough of a hit to disarm him. You wind up on top of him, sitting on his stomach. The position doesn’t help your racing thoughts, and you pray you can keep enough control over yourself so you don’t make it obvious. 

“Use your legs to pin my hands.” He directs you. You shift your knees slightly, trapping his hands against the mat. “Good.” He says, laying still under you. “You can’t hold a bigger opponent down here for long, but that’s not the point. This gives you a moment of opportunity to go for the face or the neck. Stun them and that gives you a headstart. If you have a weapon available, then you have one less person to worry about chasing you.” 

You gulp at his words. It hadn’t even crossed your mind during your training. He had said it so simply, so easily. You suppose it is to him, after years of doing it, after countless moments where it’s his life or theirs. Is that what he tells himself? Is that how he rationalizes it? Is there so much blood on his hands now that killing is as easy as breathing? 

You wonder how they all rationalize it. They all have blood on their hands, they all have killed, and will kill again. Every time they leave and come back, it’s with more blood, more nameless faces on the list of lives they've taken, all in the name of the greater good. 

Is violence and death really the path to the greater good? 

“What?” He asks, sensing your inner turmoil. 

You sit back on his stomach, your body rising and falling with his even breaths. “I don’t know if I could do it.” 

He tugs his hands from beneath your knees easily, resting them on the mat next to your legs. You can feel his fingers twitch as the blood rushes back into them. “You might not have much of a choice.” He says, holding your gaze. There’s a softness in his gaze you have never seen before. “Sometimes it’s the only choice. If they’re attacking you, they’re better off dead. Even if their goal is to take you alive, the things they’ll do to you.” He shakes his head. 

He’s speaking from experience. You know he’s seen things, witnessed the brutality omegas are subjected to at the hands of the worst kinds of alphas and betas. He’s watched omegas die in front of him while he’s sat helpless.

His hand lifts, cupping the back of your head to pull you down closer to his face. You catch yourself with your hands on either side of his head, fighting the urge to tense your shoulders. His hand doesn’t move from the back of your head, his fingers not even twitching as he holds you steady. 

“If they’re willing to do it to you, how many others have been on the receiving end? If you’re not willing to be the last, how many others will come after you?” He says, his gaze intense as he stares at you. “I hope you never have to, but you always have to prepare for the worst.” 

He holds you there for a breath, staring up into your eyes before he releases you, flipping you off of him and onto your back on the mat. He pushes himself up to stand, staring down at you as you lay there, catching your breath and thinking over the last few moments that transpired. 

“Come on. It’s almost time for breakfast.” 

It’s quiet in the rec room. The TV is off for once, only the hum of electricity and the occasional turning of a page the only sound breaking the silence. You and Ghost are the only two in the rec room, both of you relaxing silently as you read. He’s in the chair as usual, and you’re stretched out on the couch. 

You’re only halfway paying attention to your book, still thinking over your conversation with Johnny earlier, and what transpired in the gym during your training session yesterday. You know how much Johnny wants to be with you, and you're more than willing to go that far with him. You like Johnny, more than just as a packmate. It's hard not to fall for him with his confidence and his playful demeanor. You know he's been desperate to take things to the next level too. 

All he's waiting on is you saying the word. 

He will never force you into it. He'll impatiently wait for you to go to him, to tell him that you want it. All jokes and teasing aside, you know he'd never make you feel like you were being forced into something. 

The thought makes you want to cry. 

“Pull his hair.” Ghost’s voice cuts through the silence, nearly making you jump. 

You lower your book so you can see him, eyebrows raising in surprise at his words. “What?” 

“When you finally fuck Johnny, grab him by the mohawk. He likes it.” Ghost says, not even looking up from his own book. 

You stare at him wide-eyed, wondering for a moment if he can read minds, or if you’re just not quite as subtle as you think you’re being. 

“I'll, uh, keep that in mind.” You say, lifting your book again to hide your blushing face. 

The room descends into silence once more, the two of you continuing to read as if nothing had happened, as if that conversation hadn’t transpired. You wish it felt that way in your mind, though. The mental images Ghost’s words have drawn up drowning out the words on the pages that you’re trying to read. You’re trying not to get worked up further, but you can’t help it. After your training session and the thoughts that had come to mind with Ghost, and now these new images of Johnny, you’re sure your scent has begun to sweeten with arousal. 

You need to rectify this, and fast. 

You knock on the door, shifting nervously on your feet. Your hands have disappeared in your sleeves, the weight of your phone in your pocket the only thing keeping you from floating to the ceiling and dissipating into the air from the anxiety. 

Your stomach nearly drops from your body as the door swings open, Gaz standing there in his full glory. 

“Everything alright?” He asks, staring down at you with those big brown eyes. “You look nervous.”

You swallow the nerves, nodding in response. “Yeah, I just...wanted to talk to you for a minute.” 

He steps away from the door, brows still pinched in worry and confusion as he motions for you to enter. You brush past him as you step into his room, taking a look around. You haven't been in his room before. It's slightly smaller than yours and John's, and it doesn't have a private bathroom. There's artwork up on the walls, and a couple of plants on his desk, along with a few personal belongings. It's neat and tidy, not that you expected anything less. 

“What did you want to talk about?” He asks, turning to face you after closing the door. 

You take a deep breath, calming the nervous twist in your stomach. You shouldn’t be nervous. It’s a natural thing to bring up to packmates. You blame it on the fatigue from your lack of sleep putting you on edge.

“I wanted to ask you something.” You start, staring into his big brown eyes. They’re so beautiful, so expressive as they stare down at you. “Johnny and I...we’re going to...sleep together soon and...I just wanted to make sure that was okay? In case maybe you wanted to go first?” 

Kyle’s lips slowly lift up into a smile as you stare at him nervously, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “He’s been an absolute tosser since before your heat, and he’d only become utterly unbearable if he didn’t get to go first.” He steps up closer to you, grinning down at you. “For the sake of everyone’s sanity, I don’t mind being patient. Besides,” He leans down, his breath fanning your ear. “I at least know what you look like naked, so I can occupy myself while I wait.” 

Your face burns with warmth at his words, a shiver running down your spine. He’s not wrong. He’s seen you at your most vulnerable, lost to your heat, naked and stuffed with John’s knot. Your brain flashes back to the start of your heat, the feel of his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your pajama pants. You swallow thickly, meeting his gaze as he pulls back. 

“Enjoy your time with Johnny, love.” He slips his hand into yours, lifting it to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to your knuckles, lips brushing your skin as he speaks. “I’ll be here waiting for you when you’re ready.” 

You feel a bit out of breath as you leave Kyle’s room, and you’re sure your scent has sweetened with arousal and excitement. You might have been tempted to just jump Kyle’s bones right now, had it not been for your desire for Johnny, and your commitment to letting him be first again. You know Kyle’s right. You’d never hear the end of it if Johnny didn’t get the chance to be next in line. 

Now you just have to find him and tell him the good news. 

“Ye look nervous. Are ye nervous?” 

“I mean, this is a big step...” You say, wrapping your arms around Johnny’s neck as he shifts you into his lap. You try not to think about how strong he is, how easily he moves you. 

“Ye don’t have tae do this, if ye don’ want to.” He says, looking down into your eyes. 

“It’s not that...” You say, shifting in his lap. “It’s more...there’s no going back after this.” 

He wraps his arms tighter around you. “If I didnae want it, I wouldnae offer. Yer a fucking stunnin’ omega, kitten. Would be crazy not tae want ye.” 

Your cheeks warm at his words, your gaze dropping from the intensity of his own. His stubble tickles your fingers as you trace the line of his jaw, working your way towards his lips. His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip as your fingers trace the jagged scar on his chin. 

“Just...go easy on me? At least this first time?” You say, tracing his lips with your fingers. 

“‘Course, kitten.” He says, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. “Wouldnae want to scare ye away.” 

Your eyes widen slightly at the implications of his words, your stomach fluttering with excitement and a hint of fear at what he could possibly be alluding to. His hand lifts, gently grasping your chin, tilting your face slightly. He closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours. 

“Don’ worry.” He murmurs against your lips. “Take good care of ye.” 

You hum against his lips, tasting the chocolate he’d been snacking on when you sought him out as his tongue slips into your mouth. His hand leaves your chin, sliding down your throat to rest right at the base of your throat, fingers splayed across your clavicle. His thumb rests right on the edge of your mating mark, the pressure making you shiver. 

Johnny pulls you tighter against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck. He moans against your lips as you shift against him, the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass. It’s not the first time you’ve felt it, but this time it’s different. This time you’re going to do something about it. 

“Fucking christ, take ye right here on this couch, if I’m not careful.” Johnny groans, nipping at your bottom lip. 

“Then best take me to bed, Sergeant.” You say, pulling back slightly to give him what you hope is a sultry look. 

The groan that’s pulled from his lips is downright salacious, something flashing in his eyes as you call him by his rank. He curses, tightening his hold around you before he stands, maneuvering you so you’re tossed over his shoulder. You let out a squeak of surprise that’s quickly replaced by giggles as he packs you down the hall to his room. 

He sets you on your feet once you're inside, closing the door. You look around his room, surprised to see it full of art supplies with drawings and paintings all over the walls. You stare open mouthed, taking it all in. It's messier than John and Kyle's rooms, though there's still a sense of order to it. A chaotic order, but you suppose that explains Johnny perfectly. 

“You draw?” You say, studying the art on the walls.

“Aye,” Johnny says, coming up behind you. “In my free time.”

“I didn't know that.” A small smile tugs at your lips. “They're beautiful.”  

“Thank ye, kitten.” He wraps his arms around you from behind, reminding you of why you came in here in the first place. “Not quite as beautiful as you.”

Your face warms at his compliment and you tilt your head back, staring up at him. “You're such a charmer.” 

“Try my best.” He grins, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Promise I'll show ye my drawings later.”

You turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “I know. You're desperate.”

“Been waitin’ weeks for this, kitten.” He groans, grinding against you. 

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. You tighten your grip around his neck, jumping into his arms. He manages to catch you, stumbling half a step back as his hands grip your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist, lifting yourself so you’re face to face with him. 

“Christ.” He groans against your lips, walking forward until he reaches his bed.

He drops you on your back, your body bouncing on the mattress as he settles on his knees over you. His eyes have darkened as he stares down at you, your stomach twisting in excitement. Warmth has started to pool between your legs, your scent sweetening with arousal. 

Johnny’s hands are rough as they slip under your shirt, tugging it up over your head. He groans, eyes fluttering as he realizes you’re without a bra underneath. He curses quietly, something you can’t quite understand as his hands immediately close around your breasts. Your lips part as he squeezes the flesh in his hands, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth. You gasp at the sensation as his lips close around the sensitive bud, suckling at it like he’s a man starved. 

Well, you suppose he is. 

He has been waiting for quite a while for this opportunity. Something about it makes your brain tingle, arousal pooling in your stomach at the thought of someone desiring you that much. 

It’s not just him, though. Three of the four members of your pack have expressed their desire for you in such a way. The thought makes your head spin. You’re just a simple omega, and yet, here they are going half crazy over you. 

Johnny releases your nipple with a pop, shifting so he can give the same attention to the other one. Arousal continues to pool between your legs, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You drag your fingernails across the back of his neck, a shiver wracking through his body, his hips grinding down against your thigh. 

“Fuck,” He gasps, releasing your nipple to stare up at you.

You repeat the motion, dragging your fingers slower. His eyes roll back, hips grinding harder against your thigh. He’s so sensitive, you think, pushing your thigh up against him. He lets out what can only be described as almost a whine, rutting his hips against your leg. 

“Fuck,” He curses again, pushing himself back up onto his knees. “Tonight is about you, kitten.” He takes a deep breath before slipping his fingers under the waistband of your pants, tugging them down quickly and tossing them on the floor next to your shirt. 

He sinks his teeth into his lip as he stares down at your panties, one of the pairs he got you on your shopping trip before your date with John. You had changed into them specifically for Johnny, remembering how excited he’d looked when he bought you five pairs of the lacy garments. He groans quietly as he runs his fingers over your lace covered skin, slowly lowering his fingers between your thighs. He glances up at you, meeting his gaze and you give him a nod before his fingers dip lower, trailing the wet spot on the lacy fabric. 

You part your legs more for him as he rubs you through your panties, quiet moans leaving your lips at the feeling of the friction from the fabric. His eyes are still on you, glued to your face as the pleasure begins to build just from his touch. You buck your hips against his hand, searching out more. More pleasure, more of his touch, more of him. 

“Look at ye, needy little thing.” He groans, his thumb dragging up your slit until he finds your clit, slowly circling it through the fabric. “Barely touched ye an’ yer cunt’s already soakin’ yer skids. Fucking sweet little thing, so needy for me, aren’t ye?” 

You push yourself up onto your elbows, staring down at him. “Are you going to sit there and run your mouth all night, or are you going to fuck me?” 

He grins wickedly at you. “I’m just gettin’ started, kitten.” 

He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee before trailing kisses up your inner thigh. His thumb continues to stroke you through your panties, applying more and more pressure as he gets closer and closer to your center. He whispers out a curse as he shoves your panties to the side, revealing your glistening folds to him. He leans forward, warm breath fanning your slit before he closes his mouth around you. 

You gasp at the sensation, dropping back onto your back on the bed as he drags his tongue through your folds, flicking it across your clit before he closes his lips around the sensitive bud, suckling at it like he did your nipples earlier. Pleasure shoots through you as he eats you like a man starved, slurping away at your pussy obscenely. 

“Fuck, Johnny!” You gasp, legs trying to close around his head, but he holds your inner thighs, keeping them spread. 

You’re not going to last very long, not with him alternating between sucking at your clit and swirling his tongue around it like that. He’s done this before, and you can’t help the momentary spike of jealousy at the thought of him between any other omega’s thighs now that he has you. 

“Gonna cum!” You whine, hips bucking against his face. 

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess all over my face?” He groans. 

You curse, your back arching as he continues to work you up, hands fisting his sheets. 

“That’s it.” He groans against your clit, dragging his teeth over the sensitive bud. “Be a good omega for me.” 

You cum with a cry, soaking his chin as he continues to tease you. He laps at your juices, not slowing any as he works you through your orgasm, even as you begin to shake with overstimulation. 

“I-I can’t.” You gasp, the burning feeling starting to pulse through you as he continues to suck at your clit. It’s quickly becoming too much, the feeling overwhelming you. 

Ghost’s words flash through your mind at that moment, his suggestion yesterday while you both spent time in the rec room reading. You reach down, sinking your fingers into Johnny’s mohawk, gripping the short strands. He lets out a groan as you tug, pulling his face from your pussy finally. His chin is glistening with your release, his tongue darting out to lick your juices from his lips. 

He follows as you tug upwards, drawing him away from your pussy. He crawls up your body until you’re almost face to face, your fingers still tangled in his hair. 

“I said that’s enough.” You say, slightly breathless from your orgasm, but you put as much authority in your tone as you can manage. 

“Yes ma’am.” He practically whines, the muscles in his arms flexing as he sinks his own fingers into the sheets around you. 

The sudden shift in control has something buzzing in your brain, the back of your neck tingling. You’re an omega. You’re not supposed to be in control, and yet, here Johnny is, practically folding in front of you. A thrill shoots through your veins at the thought of what you could make him do, what lengths he’d go to for you simply because you have him in this position. 

“Take your clothes off.” You say, releasing his mohawk. 

He sits back without complaint, tugging his shirt over his head. You take him in, the hard lines of his muscles, the dark hair on his chest, the line disappearing under the waistband of his pants. You lick your lips as he undoes the button on his pants, undoing the zipper before tugging them down with his boxers. 

His cock is hard and practically standing at attention as he kicks his pants off. He’s slightly smaller than John, but not by much. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him inside you, but you’re not ready for that quite yet. You guide Johnny back up to your face, pressing your lips against his. You can taste yourself on him, making him groan as you lick into his mouth. 

You guide him onto his back, trading places with him. He settles beneath you, his hands lifting to your hips, but you push them back as you pull away. You smirk down at him for a moment before you move, changing your position so you’re facing away from him. You trap his hands against the bed with your legs like Ghost showed you, sitting yourself on his taut stomach. He has a clear view of your ass still sporting your lacy panties, your wet folds pressed against his skin. 

“Simon show ye that one?” He asks, flexing his hands under you. He could easily overpower you and free himself, but he doesn’t.

“Uh huh.” You say, wrapping your hand around his cock. 

“Hells bells, what are you two gettin’ into during trainin’?” He groans, obviously starting to picture the lewd things you and Ghost might be doing. You wonder how he’d react to seeing you on top of Ghost like you were yesterday. 

“He’s just teaching me how to defend myself.” You say, slowly pumping his cock. “I’m finding there’s not much of a difference between fucking and fighting.” 

Johnny lets out another groan, but you’re not sure if it’s because of your words, or your hand on his cock. You continue to pump his length, feeling the softness of him in your hand, squeezing gently to feel the vein running along the bottom side. Johnny lets out a choked groan, hands twitching again under your legs. 

“Fuck, I cannae last much longer.” He gasps desperately, his length twitching in your hand. 

Pearly white beads of precum have begun to slip from his tip, and you can’t help but lean down and drag your tongue across his head, gathering some in your mouth. He lets out a whine that rivals ones of your own, his hips bucking as he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm. 

“Please, kitten, let me cum inside ye.” He begs, pulling his hands free from underneath you so he can grip your hips. 

You pull away from his cock, sitting up on his stomach. He’s panting, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. You shift yourself again, turning back around to face him. His eyes are hooded as he stares at you, pupils blown with lust. His lips are parted as he pants, sweat beading on his forehead from the strain of holding himself back. You push yourself back until you’re hovering over his cock, pulling your panties to the side with one hand, grabbing his length with the other. 

You groan as you sink down onto him, bracing yourself with a hand on his stomach as he stretches you open. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing your hips as you work yourself down his length. 

“Fuck,” You breathe, pressing your hands against his abs as you sink down completely onto his cock, your hips flush with his. 

“So fucking tight and warm,” He groans, his grip near bruising around your hips. “Fucking feel fantastic, kitten.” 

You slowly begin rocking your hips, using your hands on his stomach for leverage. Your toes are curling already from this angle, the tip of his cock brushing that spot deep inside you with every rock of your hips. Small whines and whimpers leave your lips as you fuck yourself on his cock, squeezing your legs around his hips. They’re shaking already, and you know you won’t last long in this position. 

Johnny seems to notice that as well, his grip on your hips tightening as he starts to guide your movements. You’re starting to sweat from the effort, your thighs burning, but it feels too good to stop. You’re getting close again, the stretch of him inside you paired with the high of having such control over him just a few moments ago driving you closer and closer to the edge. 

Johnny pushes himself up as your movements begin to slow, wrapping his arms around you to shift you in his lap, laying you down on the bed facing the footboard as he slots himself over you. He takes over, thrusting into you, setting a frantic pace. Your head falls back as he pounds into you, your back arching as he folds his body over yours, pressing his face into your neck. 

“Gonna cum for me? Need tae feel ye squeezing ‘round my cock.” He grunts, nipping at the skin of your throat. 

You let out a whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. “Just like that.” You pant, squeezing your legs around his hips. “Don’t stop!” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He groans, continuing to rut into you like your pussy is the only thing that can save his life. 

You practically see stars as you cum, squeezing around his cock as pleasure jolts through your body like electricity. Your hips buck against his, grinding together like some sort of forbidden dance as he’s forced into his own orgasm by your walls squeezing around him. His hips stutter before he stills, warmth spurting into you as he cums. You hold him there, his body trembling with yours as he groans into your throat. 

“Fucking hell.” He moans, starting to shallowly thrust into you. He’s still hard, his cock dragging through your sensitive walls as he continues to fuck you despite having just orgasmed. “Never gonnae tire of this sweet cunt.” 

He probably won’t, you think as he continues to slowly thrust into you again. 

You’re in for a long night. 

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[dante-mightdie]

c/w: fem!reader, d/s dynamics, smut, overstimulation, spanking, crying, fingering, mention of poly!141

hello what do you think of poly!141 with d/s elements? price and simon being the dominant figures and you, johnny and gaz being the subs

because I really enjoy thinking of how differently simon and price would handle punishments. especially if you’ve been acting bratty or grumpy

price will pull you into his lap, asking why his sweet girl is making such a mean face :( he knows you’re his good girl and that something must be on your mind. he’ll whisper soft things in your ear whilst his fingers fuck in and out of your pussy, making you cum so many times until you’re a tired, pliant puddle in his lap

but simon pulls you over his lap in a second. hands pinned behind your back, face shoved into the sofa cushions and your ass raised in the air. doesn’t waste anytime in raising his hand and swatting your ass repeatedly. ignoring your squeals and cries as he bruises your ass. calling you a nasty little brat who’s forgotten her place, telling you he’ll fix that mean look on your face

he’ll make you count the spanks until all you can’t even speak, the only thing leaving your mouth is quiet sobs. all the frustrations that had been piling up, causing you to act out, just leave your body in wracking sobs. only then does simon pull you into his lap, pushing your face into his neck and let you cry it all out. his warm hand rubbing up and down your back in soothing circles

[shmalk]

141 is filled with alphas, not a single omega in sight. there are a few betas, but they're either low-ranking or transfers that were never going to last.

like you! (beta!reader) who works at reception and takes calls, scans badges and is the first point of contact for the task force.

none of them know your name, none of them even speak to you - maybe price, when you transfer a call to him, he'll mumble a thank you. or even laswell, when you bring her a coffee.

it's nothing, really, you don't mind.

only, one day, a totally normal friday, you've done the exact same style in your hair you always have, and you're wearing more clothes than you were yesterday.

price wants a coffee, sure- you make it, just the way he likes, and head towards his office. you knock, and wait a few seconds until you hear 'come in.'

the office is silent, it usually is - but this time there's more than just price inside.

they're finishing up just as you enter, soap and gaz sitting in front of the desk whilst ghost leant against the back wall.

"my apologies, captain." your voice isn't exactly quiet - why should it be, you've done nothing wrong, but its still respectful. price just nods as you place the cup down on his desk.

"thanks, that's all." he dismisses everyone in the room, and you wait for the boys to file out before you do, soap and gaz both giving you a cheeky smile.

ghost is the one to hold open the door, standing just adjacent to the doorway with his arm sprawled against it. its a heavy door, and you swallow as you pass him.

"thank you," you all but mumble out as you rush past him - straight into the break room.

you can't help but rant about the situation to your roommate whilst you're packing up your things, your phone tucked between your jaw and shoulder.

"i mean- he held the door open for me and i couldn't even look him in the eye to say thank you!" you stress, throwing your bag into your passenger seat before leaning back against your car. "god, all i wan't right now is a plate of sushi and some boba."

"too bad its pizza night, dweeb."

"thats not fair! i could loose my job, i should be allowed to eat my comfort food when im stressed out."

you stress about it over the whole weekend, and when you return back to work on monday you try to act as casual as possible. of course, you don't see ghost - price doesn't order a coffee, and youre break time comes around quicker than you expected.

you had brought- oh, theres- your favourite sushi, and a boba drink sitting where your food was supposed to be. in somewhat messy hand writing, on a small piece of paper, theres your name.

signed ' s. riley. '

i am a sucker for sweet lil moments like this !!

in my head i think that simon would like a beta, or an alpha, but in this lil snippet (which is CERTAINLY getting turned into a fic) he's big and broad and gets worried when he's with alphas because they can't think straight, he tells them what to do and he does it.

but you? you dont react to his scent or chase him down to get him to court you - so, of fource, he courts you. <3

[sprout-fics]

Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader Headcanons

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Thirteen: The Captain)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Group dynamics, Poly TF141, Slow burn, Price x Reader, Alpha! Price x Omega! Reader, Consent checks, Alpha behavior, Gentling, Dom Price, Man-handling, PiV sex

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You’re in your bunk a few evenings later, trying to relax after a long day of drills, where there’s a knock at your door

You expect Soap or Gaz, one of the sergeants grinning affectionately as you’re dragged downstairs to the rec room for games or a movie where you all talk over each other in your laughter

You don’t expect to open the door and find your captain standing there

Price stands tall, making a point to keep his chin up in a way that betrays how he’s hiding a modicum of anxiety under his stern eyed stare

“Can I come in?” He asks simply, without much preamble, and it takes you a moment to let him pass inside

You realize he’s never been here before, has always left you just outside the door. When you turn to close the door, you hear Price takes a long, deep inhale of the room, of your rich scent on every surface

When you ask him what you can do for him, Price nods to your desk chair in a gesture for you to sit. It’s a little authoritative of him in a way that whispers of Alpha posturing, but you’re curious enough about his abrupt presence to settle into the seat facing him while he shuffles towards you

He doesn’t sit on the bed, and you inwardly snicker at the idea of his alpha instincts requesting he ask permission before entreating upon your territory. It’s endearing, and when his eyes flick to yours in a quiet ask, you stifle a smile as you nod. 

“I need to be sure you’re certain about this.” He says once he’s settled, knees spread and elbows resting upon them. He’s staring straight at you, gaze unblinking but steady, unwavering. It makes your heart thump, the way Price never seems to falter, seems to know the direction to turn the sails before the wind has even shifted. 

He’s asking about your heat, about the request you made over a week ago now, and it touches you that he’s here asking for confirmation, ensuring you are completely on board with this well before your heat is due and your consent is reduced to shivering, whining pleas

You tell him you trust him, you tell him he’s taken care of you before even though the circumstances were different. You tell him you want it to be him, to be Ghost, to be all of them

Price looks relieved, a little touched, mouth tugging up under his beard with a warm smile that reaches his eyes. Something flutters pleasantly in your stomach at the affection in his eyes, and for a moment you feel the passing urge to ask him to hold you

“I need to know.” He asks then, and his voice is more serious now in a way that makes you straighten. “Have you ever spent your heat with an alpha?”

You feel warmth rush across your skin, suddenly bashful, fidgeting in your chair. You tell him no, you’ve spent your heats alone. You tell him about the ill-suited match in bootcamp, the beta who slept with and then ignored you, and suddenly there’s a low rumble in Price’s chest that sounds like a growl

When you look up, there’s a vague consternation on Price’s face at your story. His eyebrows are lowered, mouth pressed tightly but eyes attentive as he speaks again. 

“Have you ever had an alpha in your bed?”

You stiffen again

It’s a secret you’ve kept for a long time that you have never slept with an alpha before. You couldn’t take the risk during your career, not even from an off-base suitor who might reveal your designation to the wrong person

Even though you don’t say anything, Price seems to understand. He nods to himself, looks contemplative before asking: “Do you know what to expect?”

“I’ve been through sex ed, captain.”

“That’s not what I asked, love.”

You shift, eyes darting down to your fidgeting fingers in your lap. “I…know alphas can be intense, domineering. I know it’s not supposed to hurt, that it can be uncomfortable…” You trail off, and wince at your fumbling words. “...That alphas can resort to base instincts sometimes.”

Price lets a heavy moment linger before he stands and comes to rest before you. A calloused hand catches under your chin, tips your head up to look at his stature towering over you

“There’s more than that.” He offers softly, and you’re unable to contain a little shiver at the low, soothing rumble of his voice. “Good alphas take care of their partners. Anyone who has taught you otherwise should be reminded of that.”

“I want this experience to be a good one for you, love.” He tells you gently, and something pulses low across your hips at the purr in his voice. “We care about you, we don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know.” You whisper, tilting your head into his hand when it cups your cheek.

There’s a low hum that echoes in his chest, and it reverberates inside you, coaxes something in you into docility. Price’s thumb grazes across your cheek, and he suddenly feels so warm

“Pup.” He murmurs, voice tinged with that low, soothing hum that makes your muscles uncoil. “You deserve to know what a good Alpha feels like.”

Something buzzes in your hindbrain, low and fuzzy but sharply needing at this man before you, at an alpha you trust so sincerely, one who’s proven himself to you in so many ways. Strong, capable, protective, and in so many ways already yours

You allow it to dwarf your thoughts, this encompassing comfort at his rich, heavy scent and the warmth of his palm against your face. His presence is grounding, like gravity beckoning you down into him

“Alpha.” You sigh sweetly, gazing up at him through fluttering eyelashes and rolling your head into his hand. 

Price sighs through his nose, a long steady exhale that feels somehow relieving and affectionate at the same time. With it comes another low, heady rumble, and you realize after a moment that Price is purring.

It summons a rush of warm realization, that Price is looking down at you and feeling such an immense contentedness that he’s purring just by barely touching you. It sends something inside you unfurling with a burgeoning desire, a flare of your scent that speaks of arousal, fangs popping out with the distant instinct to lick, bite

He reaches for you then, arms gently lifting you from your chair and scooting you over to your bed. You go without complaint, with a little sigh of satisfaction at being pressed into the warmth of him before he’s laying you down into the sheets

“Darling.” He murmurs a little hoarsely when you nuzzle the underside of his jaw, his form braced above you as you instinctively seek out his scent gland. “Tell me you want this.”

“Please.” You plead, eyes fluttering as he cups your nape. It’s almost embarrassing, this, how the mere gentle presence of your alpha makes you so pliant, so open under him, resorting already to low purrs and needing little whines

Price silences them with a kiss, and you release a shuddering gasp against him, feel something slick pool between your thighs at the low hum of satisfaction he gives you

“That’s it.” He murmurs, voice low and silky as you relax a little under him. One hand reaches to push aside a leg, spreading you so the thick scent of your arousal floods the air between you. Price drinks it in heavily, his eyes pitch black with growing desire as he smothers you with his weight. Your fingers reach up, tug aside his cap so you can tangle them in his hair. “You’re safe, pup.”

Price’s purr seems to infect your brain like a sweet, slow acting aphrodisiac, and with each heavy breath you feel that instinctive buzz in your brain force you into limp gentleness under him, a soft sigh of his name that speaks of utter relief. You think maybe it’s the preheat, your body slowly gearing up itself in the presence of a suitable alpha, but when Price traces his nose down the curve of your jaw to your scent gland, marking you, you realize it’s just him

Price maneuvers you with firm, grasping touches. Slowly, he divests you both of your garments, settles himself between your thighs and hoists a leg over his hip so your glistening entrance is revealed to him

Something changes in him then, an automatic trigger at the sight of an omega he’s been entrusted with being so willing and trusting, that floods his scent so thickly you force yourself to breathe through it. Like ambrosia, it seeps into your veins, honeyed and warm at the silent demand to submit

You feel yourself flail in the foreignness of it for a moment, distantly startled at the heady rush of pleasure when Price’s hands grasp your thighs and spread you wide for him. Price seems to notice, because he reaches up again, his broad palm settling on your nape, a thumb pressing down with a gentle insistence on your scent gland

“Easy, omega.” He gentles, and the distraction is forgotten, replaced by the soothing tenor of his voice. “You’re alright, I’m going to take care of you.”

Please, you think wordlessly, head lolling into the pillows as slick dribbles from your entrance. He swipes his fingers through it, collects it so it spiderwebs between them and hums a low, pleased sound at your arousal.

He takes a minute to explore you, and it feels so much like he’s mapping your body, disassembling and reassembling it in his mind as his hands knead the flesh of your hips and waist

“Alpha-” You keen, arching under him submissively, twisting in the sheets as something inside you pulls. It takes only a few moments before you’re on your stomach, hips raised in entreaty- presenting

You can only imagine the sight you make, bare skin reflecting the hazy bedside lamplight, spine curved enticingly as you raise your ass up to reveal your wet, leaking hole to Price’s rapturous gaze

You should be appalled at your behavior, but now all you do is look back over your shoulder at Price, who fixes you with such a dark, hungry stare that you fall into the bottomless depths of his eyes.

“Alpha, Price, please-”

Price chuckles then, low and carnivorous, hands settling on your legs and spreading them wider so he can admire you. It elicits a gasping little whine from your, fingers gripping the pillows and hips squirming against his touch, only for him to still you

“Gently, pup. Tell me if it hurts.”

You nod enthusiastically into the pillow as you feel the length of him bump against your entrance promisingly. “Yes, Price, please, just- oh f-fuck-”

Your words drop into a low, drawn out moan as he gently rocks himself inside you, the fullness making your entire body ripple with a shudder. Yet Prices presses in further still, and it takes a few hiccuping breaths to force yourself through the sudden swell of pressure before he seats himself entirely inside you

Gods, you think deliriously, If that’s how big he is, then how much larger is his knot?

Yet there’s no discomfort, not as you expected. Instead your body opens and welcomes the flushes length of him inside a velvety embrace, as if Price belongs there

Price grinds himself inside you with slow, lazy circles, and you keen, thrust back to meet him in a desperate bid for motion. Yet Price’s hand settles on you with a small amount of sterness, a gentle gesture coaxing you to still. There’s a warning little grunt that is a soft reminder to relax, submit, surrender to this man who’s keeping such gentle and firm care of you

Your air drops from your chest with a breathless moan as Price withdraws and then presses himself back inside you with slow, precise thrusts that make your knees go weak. The friction lights up something at the base of your spine you weren’t even aware existed, and the sensuous rush of dizzying pleasure races along the underside of your skin

“God, Price, it’s-” You try, voice cracking with desperate want. “Feels so good, I-”

“Shhh.” Price offers you, lowering himself across your back so the warmth of him envelops you, washing your senses in gossamer comfort. “Relax, little omega. I’ve got you.”

“Alpha-” You keen, trying to press back against him for more.

“Stay still for me, love.” He tells you, voice a little lower now in a mild warning. 

You realize too late what he’s doing, sawing back and forth inside you with slow, lazy presses, working you up to a hazy-eyed orgasm that sunsets the remainder of your resistance in your thoughts. The pleasure builds, and builds more, and even when you plead with Price to fuck you in earnest he simply shushes you, traces a thumb over your gland until you go into whimpering stillness

“Doing well, omega.” He purrs in your ear, thrusting little shallow thrusts inside you that curve against a raw bundle of nerves. You gasp, wiggle again to try and chase the feeling, but Price keeps you pliant for him with a firm grasp and a low, breathy growl that makes you arch your neck with a whimper

He rewards you with a small quickening of his pace, a thumb on your gland and suddenly you’re there, right on the edge, gasping his name, forcing yourself back onto him as your orgasm washes deeply over you

It’s a slow, intensive release that has your fists curling in the sheets, breath stuttering as your walls ripple down over the length of his cock. It punches the air from your chest, entire body bowing and then releasing with a deep sigh of fulfillment

Price grunts through it, his grip on you suddenly tightening as he forces himself to not release just yet, and it isn’t until your breathing has evened out that you realize he’s still hard

Oh. You think dopily. He was just warming me up

You’re entirely right, because as soon as your breathing evens out Price suddenly picks up his pace, and you cry out with a touch of overstimulation. Yes his hands are gentle, coaxing as he works you up to another imminent release, only to draw it away, offer it, and edge you until your voice is a mere, gasping plea of his name

Breaking is not the right word, you think. Price is not so rough as to break you. Even so, this dizzying tide and retreat of endless pleasure seems to test the limits of your patience and endurance in a different way, reducing you past words and into utter compliancy, molding you into his touch and demanding a full, exhaustive surrender into him

By the time Price is thrusting with his hips slapping against yours, seeking his own release with grunted, husky breaths against your shoulder, you’re nothing more than a puddle in his hands, reduced to whimpering little keens and mewls that only seem to encourage him

“I-inside-'' You gasp when he asks you, his fingers reaching up to tangle with yours as an anchor. “Price- Price please, fuck-”

It’s the only thing you can manage before your orgasm thunders through you, making you arch with a wail of release. Price fucks you straight through it, forcing himself inside you even as you clench around him. He’s barely made a sound other then gentle murmurs and aborted little grunts this entire time, but when Price finally comes the sound he makes is sinful

It’s caught between a gasp and a growl, and you feel him press flush to you before his cock twitches with a flood of warmth, branding you in a milky white release

You’re floating still when he lays flat atop you, turning your head gently so he can press a tender, fleeting kiss to your gland

You're going to smell like him for days, maybe even weeks.

“Alpha…” You sigh dreamily as he turns you onto your sides, not withdrawing quite yet, happy to soften inside your luxurious warmth. You burrow back into him, dazed but utterly satisfied, drowsy with release

Price holds you to him, kneads circles into the leg thrown over his hip to keep you open. A remnant of his spend trickles out from your joining, and briefly his fingers dip to smear it against your folds, as if to further drown you in his scent

“Did so well, love.” He murmurs against your nape, holding you fast to his chest almost territorially. “Rest now, I’ll get us both cleaned up in a bit.”

You surrender immediately to his request, instincts entirely succumbed to the touch of the alpha holding you. Your eyes droop shut, warm slumber beckoning to you with soft darkness as he murmurs gently to you

“Going to take good care of you, omega. You’re safe with us.”

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I wanted to try something

NSFW WARNING MDNI!!!!

Soooo I’ve went down the rabbit hole of werewolf!TF141 and honestly I’ve had some ideas pop up, so uh yeah this is what my brain does when it gets on tumblr

Warnings: sex…full blown smut, fingering, p in v, all the warnings y’all,….. i think i used ‘pup’ in here somewhere

MDNI!! NSFW!!

Omega!Reader x Werewolf!141

written as a f!reader

It was like any other day, training with the 141. As the newest addition to this pack, you were pushed hard to be the best. Being one of two Omegas was even tougher, considering the other was your superior.

“Push harder rookie.” Soap’s voice rang out as you pulled yourself off the floor, exhausted and drenched in sweat. “Dig deep, you aren’t goin’ anywhere until you pin me down.”

You want to groan, complain, but you don’t. Instead you brace for impact as the sparing continues. Soap had you beat in just about every category when it came to fighting, this man was HUGE. You couldn’t keep up.

“I’m tapping out!” The words come out quick as Soap backs off.

“Already?” He questions. Soap was one of two members you’ve already met. You haven’t been here very long.

“Yeah, I’m calling it quits.” You push yourself onto your feet, panting. “You can’t expect this out of me on Day 3 can you?”

Soap only laughs, not even a glisten of sweat on him. “You’ll get there pup. Soon enough you’ll be able to take the big dogs down.”

Big dogs?? You think to yourself. There’s guys bigger than Soap here?

Meeting the rest of the team embarrassed you more than you care to admit. This team was graced with two alphas. When you got near the room they were in, every hair stood up on your body, their scent so strong it lingered down the hallway.

Weeks and months go by without a hitch, except for one, but we don’t talk about that…

You were sent on your first mission and it was the night prior when your whole world fell apart. You had just gotten out of the shower when your knees collapsed and your body felt like it was on fire.

“No, no, no…” You had felt sick the last couple of days but chalked it up to something you ate. You felt your skin becoming warm and damp with sweat as it all hit you.

You were in heat

You panicked, the pain engulfing every inch of you, the need for relief taking over your cognitive thinking.

You crawled over to your phone and texted the only person you could trust, the team Beta, Gaz.

Within minutes he was at your door, jumping inside your room to help you dress and get into bed. He was calm, assuring you it was all going to be alright.

That’s when you let out a horrific scream. You covered your mouth immediately, Gaz backing away. “What was that?”

Your eyes were wide. “I don’t know…”

You both froze in time, praying it didn’t draw either of you any unwanted attention. But, unbeknownst to you both, the other 3 men could smell you miles away.

Gaz stayed with you, trying to cool you off and keep you fed and hydrated, it was hours before another man showed up at your door….Soap.

He looked at you with worry, in his pajama pants and shirt. He didn’t even have shoes on…. “What’s going on? Your scent is intoxicating.” He slowly entered your room, approaching you with caution.

Gaz spoke for you, and when he did, Soap asked him to give you and him some space. Soap crawled in behind you, leaning your head against his chest. “Relax for me okay?” Soap was an Omega, just like you, but somehow his presence felt calming. It didn’t dull the ache you felt, but he brought a sense of peace to your mind.

Suddenly, you feel his hands roam down your body to your lounge pants and remove them down to your ankles, lifting your knees to spread your legs. “Do you trust me?”

You could only nod as the cold air of your room hit your bottom half. Soap’s hand took home inbetween your legs, his fingers entering you and filling the emptiness you’ve felt.

A moan left your lips as he moved, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder. Gaz watched on, waiting to be told how he could help.

As good as Soap’s fingers felt, you still felt the searing pain. It wasn’t doing anything to quell your problems. It caused you to question Soap’s methods.

But little did you know, Soap knew exactly what he was doing because it didn’t take long of his fingers in you until the two alphas appeared at your door. The sight before them causing them to become feral, primal even. “Look at that, they smelled us.” Soap smirked.

Looking at Price and Ghost, you couldn’t help but feel a bit exposed, but their presence brought a newfound relief to you.

Price moved first, coming to hover above you against Soap’s chest, his hand brushing your hair down as he spoke softly: “We’re gonna take care of ya.”

Price slowly moved Soap’s hand away, putting his own palm flat against you. His middle finger swiped up, taking in the feeling of you. His eyes closed as he buried himself in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

Before you knew it, Ghost was now in place of Soap, his hips rutting against your ass, his hands on your chest. You had found yourself sandwiched between the two alphas. You were drinking in every moment.

Price slowly warned you as he moved, slowly letting you adjust to his size, purring in your ear: “That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

Ghost took care of every other area of your body, slowly caressing you in every way. His fingers grazed over your nipples and eventually would travel down to your clit to help you along.

Between both of them, it didn’t take long for you to come undone. Price continued through to his own release, burying himself deep inside you. The feeling was unlike anything.

The sounds you let out as the fiery pain left your body we’re heaven to the men’s ears. Price quickly moved to help clean you up as Ghost covered you with the hoodie he had been wearing. Ghost had marked your sheets with his scent, leaving you surrounded with it.

As soon as you were clean, the alphas left without another word, Gaz quickly coming to your aid with food and water while Soap sat with you, massaging your sides. They kept you company until you had fallen asleep, and they returned to their own rooms.

[thegnomelord]

For the prompt game, maybe 7 with price and m!reader. Price gets pissed off that reader almost got themselves killed on a mission to protect him. Just some lovely old man angst

Tumblr's acting up again and it's deleted my draft like 3 times so fingers crossed this works else I will cry😓 . I saw the old man angst and immediately thought of Rodolfoparras work and this so yeah. Play the game HERE.

Prompt: “Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?”

CW: SFW-ish, Omega John Price, Alpha Male reader, mentions of gore, kissing, angst, omegaverse.

When your file had landed on his desk he had contemplated refusing; you were a stereotypical alpha — a loudmouthed meathead with little regard for your own health, headstrong and stupidly stubborn over the dumbest shit, and with a long list of incident reports dating back to the first day you joined the army. TF141 was your last chance before a dishonorable discharge and Price, stupidly, had taken you in like the stray you were.

Safe to say you turned out to be the leading cause of his grey hairs with all the shit you pulled. . . but. . . not to the extent he expected.

Unlike most alphas, you were surprisingly receptive to taking orders from an omega like Price, and carried yourself around the others without attempting to establish the dated hierarchy. After giving you guidance, and learning how you thought, Price had been seeing serious improvement.

'Course, all of that went down the drain when you decided to charge head first into a group of enemies when Price had gotten stabbed.

"What the fuck were you thinking lad?" Price hisses harshly under his breath, eyes boring a hole between your brows. He's standing at the foot of the medical bed, watching your chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. "What the fuck were you thinking?" You better not die so he can kill you himself.

He doesn't expect you to answer, knocked out as you are with your chest wrapped in fresh bandages after the docs fished out who knows how many bullets from your torso— 16, his inner omega reminds him, 16 bullets he took for You.

He sighs, "You're a lucky muppet." Walking around the bed he places a hand on your thigh, slowly inching up to rest on your lower abdomen, dark red spots denoting where bullet wounds lie. "But a stupid alpha." He growls. It's a good thing military alphas are like walking tanks of fat and muscle, you can take a few hits, though the thought does little to soothe his omega when you lay unconscious.

He doesn't even notice he's making a small distressed sound in his chest until your eyes flutter open, squinting from the harshness of artificial lights before you notice him looming over you; something between a guardian angel and death itself.

"Price?" Your nose twitches, lungs expanding despite the ache in your chest to catch his scent, your alpha noticing the sharp acrid taste hiding his usual pine smell. "What happened?" You ask, achy as you are you manage to tilt your head enough to let out a low chest vibrating purr, seeking to calm your omega.

"What happened, it that you dumb muppet almost died!" He hisses, anger making his scent even harsher, hating himself how his omega swoons at the purr, at how you put him before yourself even when you're knocking on death's door. "Were you trying to get killed?"

You hand your head and look away. You can scarcely recall what happened, the drugs and adrenaline muddling your mind so any memory comes out like an abstract painting, but one detail remains — Rage.

A Deep.

—bleeding flesh neath your fingernails, painfilled screams silenced by your snarls—

Dark.

—the 'crack' of bone against stone as the strength behind your hands forced the skull to shatter, blood and brains splashing against your face—

Animalistic.

—desperate hands scrambling against your head, the frantic pulse beneath your tongue rapidly dwindling once your teeth dug deep enough to tear through the jugular—

Rage.

You don't remember ever being as angry as you'd been when you'd seen Price clutching his side, the bloodied blade of a knife clenched between his fingers, unknown hostiles encroaching towards him. Your omega had been injured. Your omega had been injured. And you didn't think twice, vision turned as red as his blood with a singular thought of Kill Kill Kill banging on your skull you didn't even notice you were bleeding.

Like a proper animal. Like something you've been trying to prove you're not.

"I'm-" You swallow, though cleaned, you can still taste the blood of the enemy whose throat you'd torn out, your teeth still stained red. "-sorry. I'm sorry."

"'I'm sorry' he says, is'at the best you've got?" Price presses on, coming closer and bracing a hand on your chest, his limb vibrating from your purr. It's hard to stay mad at you when you're doing this, his omega wanting nothing more but curl next to you, to share warmth and protect you while you recover. "What was going through your thick skull? Wait, let me guess: Nothing." Still he persists, not showing what he's feeling.

You hang your shoulders low and head lower still, chewing on your lip as you listen him chew you out. Something sits heavy in your chest, growing bigger with every word he says like a snowball, his anger leaving your alpha —dumb creature that it is— confused and hurt; why is your omega angry, when you protected him? When you nearly died for him? When you love him—

“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay?" You snap, rough and angry, your gaze fixed on his. You stop purring, leaving the room too cold and silent without it. "But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.”

“You… What?”

You flinch and suck in a breath as pain flares across your body. You expected a lot of different responses, from anger to indifference to being told you're out of the taskforce. . . not that.

"Lad." Price's voice is unnervingly calm, one hand on your scruff, the other holding your chin, the sudden contact of his skin on yours fooling your alpha into letting him tilt your head to meet his eyes. "Repeat that. Slowly."

You gaze into his eyes, so many things swirling in the blue yet you're unable to tell any of it. Slowly you breathe in, "I. . . I love you." You say, open and honest and too vulnerable for an old omega like him.

". . .oh, you stupid alpha." Price almost laughs, dimples around his mouth as he smiles. Like puzzle pieces something clicks in his head.

Before his words can feel like a slap to your face he leans in, your foreheads bonking together before you find the right angle for his lips to meet yours. He tastes like his cigars and black coffee and everything you thought he would, your body melting into his, your nose full of his scent, your brain full of him.

"Could have told me without nearly dying." You separate to catch your breaths, foreheads resting against each other, breathing the same air and only now do you notice Price is purring. It's not the same bone rattling purr alphas can produce, but just as soothing, and you can't help but giggle when your own purr causes his to become louder.

You think, maybe, everything will be alright—

"After you get better." He whispers against your lips, soft and sweet, saccharine pine scent sticking to your nose like amber. "You and I will have a long talk about safety."

Maybe not.

[raffe156]

I love the ABO au you mentioned! I honestly cant get the idea of Tank still trying to get her scent on Price even though he is with the Dr! It would be killing him! oh an Tank & Ghost spending her heat together 😳

Tiny bit NSFW but I can imagine a lot of panting, whimpering, begging, grunts 👀

a very needy Tank and a more than willing to help Ghost 🖤

them all tangled up together, waiting for his knot to go, him wanting to bite her, make her his 🥲

Anywhooo you’ve caused a lot of Tank brain rot for me 🖤

😳😳❤️

More of this

[callsign-bunnie]

UPDATED ABO ASSIGNMENT, brief little blurb about them

This is the old if anyone is curious

Soap: Omega. Not really ashamed about it, just doesn’t like the barracks bunny jokes (he is promiscuous, though, so maybe they’re warranted)

Ghost: Alpha. but isn’t really open about it, just for the sake of anonymity. 

Rodolfo: Omega. Hides it around guests but Los Vaqueros know about it because he practically lives on base and it would get real annoying to hide.

Alejandro: Alpha. Doesn’t hide it, but isn’t loud about it. Kind of aggressive, hates that he gives into the aggressive alpha stereotype.

Price: Alpha (duh). Open, but also not loud about it. 

Gaz: Omega. Quiet about it but doesn’t hide it.

Graves: Alpha. Loud about it.

Valeria: Alpha. Also very loud about it

Farah: Depends but Beta or Alpha. Neutral on it.

Alex: Alpha. Quiet about it but quick to use his alpha status to back up his friends.

Laswell: Alpha. Also likes to use her alpha status to back up her kids.

Roach: Omega. Open about it, will fight you if you try to give him shit for it.