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[satancopilotsmytardis]

more wolf/bunny AU brain rot

"Don't," His breath comes in a soft desperate pant, his chest heaving as his skin stings with his heat. Shigaraki's hands are so big as they hold a little tighter around his waist, claws a light prickle against the small of his back.  The wolf pulls back a little but doesn't move fully away, and it takes everything in him not to arch forward and up into the bulk of his body as slick starts to drip along his legs. "Don't say it if you don't mean it," His voice is draped in the same velvet shadows of the room. "If you want me to leave, Dabi, I will. I'll sit outside your door all week. I'll keep you safe while you're on your heat." He starts to shift, starts to lean forward, like for all of his meticulous control, he can't quite fight the pull either. "Don't tell me to stay unless you mean it." A roughness in his voice like-- like he's begging.  Tomura is so much taller than him, even in his heels, but Dabi fumbles to get his hands in his hair and pulls. It goes from hands to arms around his waist and he's being lifted off of the ground, raised high enough so that their mouths can meet. 

I'm gonna have to actually name this AU at some point but alas

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[jawritter]

If It’s Meant to Be

Part 10

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: 18 + ONLY!!! ANGST!!! Mistreatment of Alphas (yeah, you read that right)

Word Count: 2595

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Y/N’s POV:

It took what felt like an eternity for Beau’s name to be called at the local Helena Rapid Care center. Y/N was pretty sure that it was because he was an Alpha, and one with the Rut hormone still present in his bloodwork, because they were literally the only ones there, and they didn’t even call them back into a private room until the Alpha Doctor, John Carter, that had saw him when he’d gone in for his gunshot wound had sown up to the center, still drinking his coffee and walking around eating his donut like he could care less that Beau and Y/N had been sitting alone in that cold waiting room with Beau running what Y/N had guess was a pretty impressive fever, and totally uncomfortable, for more than an hour. So much for ‘rapid care’, honestly it was a good thing the man wasn’t bleeding, because he would have bled to death before they decided to call him back. 

When they did finally call his name, the Beta male nurse walked them to an exam room in the very back of the building, and demanded that Y/N help ‘her Alpha’, change into a hospital gown, before leaving only to return with two different male nurses, one of which was an Omega who looked completely terrified to even be in the same room with Beau, JUST so that he could draw a blood sample. 

Y/N could tell that Beau wasn’t used to being treated this way. He was the sheriff; mostly respected in the small town. He wasn’t a danger to anyone, and even though Y/N and Beau had their issues, she was sure that even if he was in full fledged rut, he’d never hurt a hair on anyone’s head. Hell, he’d shown her his gun, and told her to fucking shoot him if she felt that he’d hurt during his rut!! He was never a threat to anyone and the way they were treating him made her blood boil. 

Sure, there were some really bad Alpha’s out there. Some of them were dangerous. Some of them used Omegas and Betas as if they were nothing more than a wet whole to knot. Property. Beau was NOT one of those Alphas, and the fact that they seemed to make that assumption about him, and treat him as such, was just fucking rude and hurtful. Not to mention he already felt horrible anyway. 

When the door shut, Beau, completely uncharacteristic to the way he’d treated her from the moment she’d picked him up at the hospital yesterday, had slid closer to her in the chairs they had them sitting in and leaned his head against her shoulder.  They could have at least supplied him with an exam room that had a bed, but apparently they couldn’t be bothered to have him that close to the main desk, so they had shoved him in this little room with just two straight back chairs. Y/N shifted so that he could at least lean into her more comfortably as she set there stewing in her anger. She wasn’t sure how she’d pull it off, because as far as rights go, Omegas had very little rights, but she was definitely going to contact Jenny and Beau’s other partner they called ‘Popcorn’, to make a formal complaint against this place, regardless of whatever happened between Beau and Y/N. This was cruel. 

She was just about to say, ‘fuck it’, and get Beau dressed to take him across town to another hospital that might at least treat him like another human being instead of a fucking rabid dog, when a loud rap sounded on the door, and Carter opened it. 

“Okay, let’s have a look at that shoulder, '' he announced, ignoring Y/N completely and stalking over to Beau with the full air of an annoyed Alpha as Beau sat up straight next to her. “Then we will go over your blood panel with you that was drawn when they brought you back here.”

The sound that the chair he dragged across the linoleum floor made Y/N flinch as he settled himself in front of Beau, and started to unwrap his shoulder. Beau just kept his head down, clearly he felt like utter crap for even having to come here, the least this douchebag could do was be a little more respectful to him, but Y/N guessed that he was in a mood, and just didn't care. 

“Your shoulder looks fine,” he announced after a moment before he started to rewrap it. 

“But it hurts worse,” Beau protested, and the doctor shot a glare in Y/N’s direction that left little to no doubt that the doctor’s source of annoyance was actually HER rather than Beau. 

“That’s because the fever is burning off the pain medication before you can really get much relief from it,” he answered sternly. “Which brings me to the next issue I want to address here.”

The doctor stepped back and glared at Y/N as if he hated her very being, and she sank back in the chair to make herself smaller in spite of herself. Honestly, she hated looking weak in front of a room full of Alphas. 

“Has anyone ever explained to you how your body’s function? How your hormones, especially the all important Alpha Rut Hormone is produced?”

Both Beau and Jenny just look at one another in confusion before shaking their heads and looking back towards the doctor, who pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in exasperation. 

“The Alpha Male Rut hormone is stored and produced, in the testicals, much like testosterone. When a male successfully ejaculates, the hormone, along with a strong dose of testosterone and live sperm is released from the body. That’s why in order for the rut to pass, he needs to find a mate to help him, OR, if he’s young enough, he can manage with toys and just self ejaculation until enough of the hormone has left the body, and the rut passes.”

Both Beau and Y/N were staring at the doctor like a deer caught in headlights, but Y/N was pretty sure that she knew what the doctor was getting at, and slowly, Beau seemed to catch up too. 

“But I’m not in rut,” Beau argued, “and my shoulder isn’t infected, so what are you getting at? Why am I running a fever?”

“When your body is not able to release the Rut Hormones in the way the creator, or biology, whatever you believe in, intended, it is cycled through the system and back into the body, causing a rut fever, which is exactly what you have. You have so much of the Rut Hormone present in your bloodwork this morning, I’m surprised you’re not feral.”

Beau looked down at his lap, blushing deeply under the doctor’s gaze, and Y/N temper rose as her nostrils flared. So this is how they treat sick Alphas who might be feral? Like rabid dogs? 

“The only way you’re going to get rid of the fever and not go feral, is for that Omega you have over there in the corner of the room get off of whatever prude horse she’s riding on right now, and do what nature intended the pair of you to do, because the fever is going to literally fry your brain, and you’re going to be nothing but a drooling, feral mess that someone will have to put down.”

The sound that erupted from Beau’s chest damn near made Y/N fall out of the chair she was sitting in. He shot to his feet so fast, with his hand around the doctor’s throat, that she didn’t even really see the movement, until she registered that he had the doctor around the neck, and was attempting to choke the man to death. 

“Never speak about my Omega like that again, or I will snap your skinny little neck. Do you understand me?” the Alpha warned, and the doctor could only gasp and nod as Beau dropped him to the ground. 

“Get him dressed and out of here, I’m no longer going to be your primary provider,” the doctor said as he stood to his feet and adjusted his lab coat before storming out of the door. 

Beau stood there angry and breathing heavily between Y/N and the doctor until the door was closed, at which point Beau turned to her, shame and disgusted clearly plastered over his face. 

Y/N stood slowly, approaching the Alpha as if he could snap on her at any moment, because honestly, she wasn’t sure what to make of him. He’d never stood up to anyone about her before, and it wasn’t something she expected, but if the doctor was right, and the hormone was present in his system that heavily, he was dangerous, and could indeed snap if he was set off. 

“Come on Beau,” she said, grabbing his shirt and showing it to him. “Let’s get you dressed and take you home.”

Beau’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before he let her help him out of the hospital gown, he didn’t say a word, just stared at the floor. The grim silence that fell around him was almost palpable, and she wondered if this is what it was like in the final moments that someone had just accepted their fate, and given up. Sheer, painful, utterly silent loss. 

Beau’s POV:

Beau’s feet felt as if they weighed 1,000 lbs as he followed Y/N out of the clinic through the back door, because they refused to let him walk through the front of the clinic, into the cold, sleeting rain. His shoulder was screaming in pain, and his chest felt as if it weighed a million tons with each breath he took as he did his best to stave off the impending panic attack. 

This was it, the end of the road for him. He was going ‘home’ to die on the couch of the one person that could save his life, and honestly, it was his own fault. He was the one that stupidly made her hate him. He was the one that pushed her away. He was the one who refused to do what instinct told him to do the night she showed up at his trailer, all because he thought she deserved better at  her age than to be stuck with someone that carried as much baggage from his past as he did. He’d created the recipe for his own end. He had no one to blame but himself. That didn’t make it hurt any less. 

If he could just go home to his trailer, then he could end it himself before it got too far, and feral. He would at least be able to die with some measure of dignity then. Not a drooling, fever-brained mess that most likely won't even be able to talk. He’d have rather gone in the line of duty than this. 

Beau crammed himself into the passenger seat of her little car, and waited for her to settle herself in the car and close the door to the cold before he cleared his throat to force himself to speak, praying to whatever god was listening that she would either feel sorry enough for him that she’d let him die his way, or that she wanted to unload him bad enough, at this point, either way he’d take it. 

“Please take me back to my trailer. I wanna go home,” he said, his voice rough and barely above a whisper as he stared blankly out of the window. The first good snow would set in soon, but most likely he wouldn’t be able to see it. He’d probably be dead before it settled onto the ground. 

“Maybe we can try another place,” she tried. “That’s just one person’s opinion. Maybe there’s a doctor in another county that can help or—”

Beau just shook his head and stared back at her, defeated, sick, and more alone than he’d ever felt in his life, it was enough to close her mouth without him even opening his. 

“There’s no doctor going to help in another county,” he said, letting one single tear spill from his emerald depths that were swimming with emotions. “Just take me home so I can at least die in my own bed. Can you please let me have that much? I will leave a note, saying it was my choice so that you won't get in any trouble. Please?”

Y/N  sat there staring back at him for a moment, clearly debating over something but she had no idea what. Finally, she nodded as she put the car into drive, and turned onto the main road. Beau’s thoughts drifted to his daughter, and he picked up the phone, and opened his text messages, but he had no idea what to even say? How could he tell her he was going to die, all because of this? He didn’t know how to say goodbye. 

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[aspidities]

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[thebrokenomega]

Alpha!Soap x Omega!Civilian!Reader: Fated Pair

Author Note: This takes place during the campaign mission "Alone." If you haven't played through the campaign, please know there are spoilers. There are mentions of death, so do be warned. If you all want more, please let me know!

~First P.O.V~

Panting, I slid on the wet ground running from these strange men wearing solid black uniforms. I passed bodies of men, women, and children alike that these people killed for no reason. I could faintly hear the men getting further and further away as I took shortcuts to get away. I yelped as the rain made the ground slick, causing me to fall. As I lay there, I slowly began to realize the pain in my left thigh. The sound of someone landing on the ground to my left caught my attention. Glancing left, I saw a guy with a mohawk in a different uniform. In fear, I struggled to get up and shift away, which got his attention.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. I'm not with them, I'm running just like you." The man spoke his voice thick with a Scottish accent. Looking at him, I could see his right arm was also injured. I knew he had to be in just as much pain as myself. Slowly, I crawled over to him, now hearing the other non-friendlies get closer. Even looking like he had been through hell already, he managed to give me a charming smile. With his back against the wall, he began to fidget with his vest. Before I could question him, he spoke.

"This is Bravo 7-1 in the blind... how copy...?" He waited a few as he waited to hear back from what I could assume would be allies. All that could be heard around us were the sounds of rain and people getting killed.

"Ghost, this is 7-1, do you copy?" He paused before sighing heavily both from not getting a response and from his pain.

"Fuck... Where are you Ghost...?" He grunted as he shifted to glance around the corner before grunting as he stood. I could only imagine how much pain he was truly in from how much he had already been through. It made me wonder if he knew what a good night's rest truly was. I could see his struggling to stand as it was, but each step forward he took showed just how bad off he was. My heart clinched as he fell, and I struggled but managed to get to his side. I gave him a bit of support as he got up enough to lean on his hip. He brought his hand up to his wound before glancing at the blood. This man seemed more relaxed than before as he pushed forward, taking cover behind a car.

"Solid." I heard him say as he took in our surroundings before he looked back at me. He offered a smile before gesturing for me to follow him.

"You can call me Soap, I'm one of the good guys. I can help you get out of here, but you'll need to trust me. Are you willing to handle a gun and kill these guys?" He asked, glancing back to make sure the men in black uniforms weren't close. I quickly caught on he wanted me to follow him, which meant going back through the other guys.

"I'm (Y/n), and yes, I'm willing to kill these assholes. They are killing innocent people, and someone needs to correct them." I spoke softly, keeping my voice down. My words brought a smirk to his face as he nodded. Following him closely, we stayed low to the ground and crept back the way I had come. Taking cover on the right side of a pickup truck and creeping forward. Soap stood up with a struggled 'ow' before he kept moving forward. He made a small conversation with whoever was this Ghost person.

Soap, and I made it through an alleyway towards a house. My nerves were everywhere, but my instincts told me to trust the man in front of me. Something about him made my inner omega feel safe, what it was, however, I don't know. We made it into the house's garage, and the door leading inside was locked. He opened the door leading to the storage closet and listened to his friend before breaking a piece of a fan blade off and wrapping an end with rope. He used it to pry open the garage door. As we made it through the house, Soap gathered various materials, even picking up a head lamp to help light a way.

The further we got into the house, the more items Soap grabbed as he made quiet talk with his friend. We got to the master bedroom only for the caged dog to spook the daylights out of me. I clung to Soap's arm when the dog began growling at us. Soap gently rubbed my hands before lightly tugging me to follow him and ignore the dog. A guy came up to investigate the dog growling, and by some miracle, we were unseen. Soap crept to the balcony, slowly climbing over the railing and jumping. He landed roughly on the ground, and I knew I was in for the same landing. I took a breath and followed him down, wincing at the pain of my leg flaring from my attempt to land on my feet.

Soap gave a soft apology as he helped me up before leading me once more. The sight was out of a nightmare, cops were also being killed on top of things. Nowhere was safe, I had been here to try to help the sick, and this was never something I foresaw. I had only been here six months, and yet I had made a great standing with everyone. We continued through the guards and through various shops. Upon taking a guard down, Soap drug the mans body away from sight. With his help, we took off the guards main armor and fitted it to me. He helped me set up the comms so I could hear his friend and him if I were to get separated. Arming me with a gun, Soap gave me his charming smile.

"Hey LT, I got a friend coming with me. She managed to survive the Shadows." Soap spoke into the comms to his friend on the other end.

"Johnny, what are you going to do when she slows you down? Or when she turns on you?" The man with a gravely British accent remarked. I could understand looking out for his teammate and not trusting me, so I held no ill feelings towards his defense.

"With all due to respect, sir, these bastards killed innocents and nearly me. I came here to help not sit by and watch them die." I replied into comms as I followed behind Soap watching for any signs of the so called Shadows. I could see Soap smiling in front of me, making me feel confident in my choice of words.

"We'll see about that, won't we?" He remarked before asking Soap our location. The closer we got to the church, the more Shadows we ran into. We finally met up with his friend, Ghost, but it was getting hard to hold off the Shadows. Ghost told us to head for the truck and that we'd get out of here. Looking at our path quickly, I knew one thing for sure they needed an opening to the truck. As the boys took off towards the truck, I took a deep breath and pulled off my scent blockers. Letting the pure scent of a distressed omega flood the area. It distracted the Shadows, letting the boys get to the truck.

"(Y/n) come on!" Soap barked out his voice, sounding both desperate and urgent. I slapped the block back on and booked it, the pain in my leg screaming with the force and pressure of each step.

"Soap, we are leaving her! She won't make it here in time and we need to go!" Ghost barked out, backing the truck up to run over two Shadows. Hearing Ghost's words sent a flow of panic through my veins as my inner omega pleaded from within to not be left. Just as he hit the gas, I jumped, grabbing ahold of the trucks tail gate. I, with much struggle, pulled myself into the back end, panting letting myself lay there as Soap shot any Shadows that were too close. By early morning, we pulled up to a building in the middle of nowhere, it seemed. Ghost and Soap stepped out of the truck with caution, Soap making sure to gesture for me to stay put.

"Where are we?" Soap asked stepping forward with Ghost not to far from him.

"Alejandro's safehouse. Gave me the location just in case." Ghost replied sounding very nonchalant about giving Soap the information.

"Why didn't he tell me?" Soap questioned back with a hint of joking banter.

"It was need to know." Ghost replied, his tone mixed with the same playful banter but seriousness laced in.

"What if I needed to know--?" Soap started, his voice sounding slightly offended.

"---Shhh." Ghost said quickly as they got closer to the building. Their playful banter made me smile softly at just how close the two were, not that either of them would genuinely admit. I watched as Ghost and Soap knelt down to examine something on the ground before Ghost glanced around at the building. Both he and Soap moved towards a window, Soap leading the way in first, and Ghost climbed up behind him.

"Don't move." Ghost said loudly and sternly. A call of Spanish could be heard before Soap's voice calling out Rodolfo was heard. His name was returned by this individual before things were quiet, I could only assume they were talking, but the anxiety began to eat at me. What if they were in danger? What if they needed help? A million and one thoughts raced through my head, making my inner omega stir within, a sense of distress flooded my veins. The main door to the building opened revealing Soap as he came stepping towards me. I made an attempt to stand up only to wince and drop with a whine of pain.

"Easy omega." He whispered as he opened the tail gate to gave me support. The way he said it made me shiver as I looked up at him in shock. Smiling, he pulled off his scent blocker, letting me get a clear smell of his natural alpha scent. The scent of burnt cinnamon and gun powder alone made my legs weak, the scent making my inner omega react blindly. My hand reached out and pulled him into a hug, rubbing against his scent gland. Soap didn't fight me or push me away, he simply let my inner omega bask in his heavy scent. The moment my mind registered my actions, I pulled away from him, desperately apologizing. He gave a laugh before nuzzling himself into my scent gland as well, only then realizing my patch had come off from the wind of Ghost driving.

"No need to apologize, I'm sure it's been a while since you've been around a proper alpha." He laughed, pulling himself away. Shyly nodding to him in agreement, I took his arm and limped to the safe house. Upon getting me in and seated in a chair, he jogged to close the door before returning to my side. Soap carefully ripped my leggings away from the bullet hole in my thigh to get a better look at it. A man I can only assume is Rodolfo handed Soap a medkit. Thanking the man, Soap got to work on patching my thigh up, I gritted my teeth through the pain before my eyes connected with Ghosts' own. Ghost gave me a simple nod before turning his attention to their friend to come up with a plan on getting their allies back from the Shadows. Gently, Soap moved my (h/c) (h/l) from my neck to reveal my scent gland before he gently placed a patch over it, once again masking my scent.

"Then let's go get our friend." Soap said, covering his own gland once more before stepping forward a bit. Rodolfo glanced at me, than looked back at Ghost and Soap, as if asking quietly about what would be done about me.

"She will stay here and wait for us to return, if anyone other than us show up, then she has full right to open fire on them." Ghost replied before turning towards me, " Understood?"

"Yes, sir." I replied, standing and catching a gun he tossed my way. I could see the pride in Soap's posture when he noticed Ghost had accepted me into their team. I could feel my inner omega pulling to get to Soap, but I knew very well he had work to do and that if I was lucky, I'd see him when he returned. I decided to keep my hopes up, feeling that it was the better option than keeping negative headspace. I knew very well why my inner omega wanted to be close to him, but it had been years since I was that open with an alpha. The last alpha I was close with treated me far from being his partner. He abused me in more ways than one, leaving my inner omega to feel broken and deprived of proper love and attention. I swore that I would never do that to either of us again, and yet here I was, yearning for an alpha I barely knew.

A gentle hand cupped my face, making me look up at the person in shock. Seeing Soap's bright blue eyes looking at me with concern, I offered him a smile as I nuzzled into his hand. A soft whisper of him saying 'thata girl' made my heart flutter. My nose brushed against his gland at his wrist, causing his scent to flood my senses. A sudden small whine left my throat as he started to pull his hand away. Soap chuckled softly before returning his hand, letting his scent rub off on me.

"I promise to return omega, and once all of this is over, I'll be sure to bring you with me. After all, Ghost and I wouldn't have made it without you." Soap purred softly, stepping closer to me, letting me bask in his warmth that radiated off of him in waves. Nodding, I let his hand pull away even though everything in me called to him. I watched him and his team leave to go save their allies. Everything in me wanted to scream for him to come back because I knew in his line of work there was a chance he wouldn't come back. Sighing, I began tasking myself with familiarizing myself with the surroundings.

Time passed both slowly and quickly for my liking, seeing as it was early morning when I could hear faint sounds of vehicles approaching. Sprinting over to snag a sniper rifle before sliding over to the window of the safehouse. In the distance, there were three vehicles approaching, taking a breath. I began preparing for the worse. I checked the rifle, making sure I had ammo on me and in the rifle. The closer the cars got, the more anxious I felt about the situation. I would be greatly outnumbered, I would be lucky if I made it from a fire fight like that. Taking a deep breath, I steady myself on the windowsill and took aim as the cars came to a stop. I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding as I saw Ghost jump out of the car and move to open the door. Clicking the safety back on, I jogged to greet him and help him with the door.

"Good to see Ghost." I chirpped my voice, giving away how tired I was. He nodded in return, his eyes showing that he too was tired. Ghost turned and gestured for the cars to pull in. As everyone got began getting out to the cars, I kept a vigilant eye out for Soap. A man with facial hair approached Ghost asking who I was. Ghost explained how I had survived Las Almas, where the Shadows had hunted the three of us down. Soap came into view cause my inner omega to grow excited, making everything I could to stop myself from running to him much harder. He offered a charming smile as he approached me, gently placing his hand against my cheek. I softly caressed his forearm and nuzzled into his scent gland. My (e/c) eyes fluttering close at the welcoming scent of the alpha in front of me.

"I see you found yourself someone to hold on to then Soap?" The man with facial hair questioned his face, showing a welcoming smile.

"Yes, Captian, this is (Y/n) an omega I came across in Las Almas. (Y/n) this is Captian Price, he and Ghost are both alphas." Soap explained before reaching his hand out to another males shoulder. "This here is Gaz, he is our local beta."

Excitedly, I shook hands with everyone in greetings, aside from Ghost, since we already knew each other. Price explained he has a safehouse with a girl named Laswell arranged and that we will all take a car and head there now. Nodding in agreement, we all bidded our farewells before loading up. I was sat between Gaz and Soap, while Price and Ghost were up front. It wasn't long into the ride that I felt Soap's hand reach for my own, his gland on his wrist lightly brushing against my own. The act made my body shiver in both comfort and excitement.

"So, (Y/n) what were you doing in Las Almas?" Price questioned, glancing at me in the rear view mirror before looking back at the road.

"I had gotten a travel pass to go with my companions. We were there to offer whatever help may have been needed. So, we offered schooling aid, medical aid, and even psychological aid." I explained, looking towards Price with a smile.

"That's really nice of you all. Did you all offer other services?" He questioned, showing he was curious about both my work but also if I would be a good fit for the team. I could tell by the way he asked and would occasionally glance at me.

"We were a team of omegas, so we had to be very careful about our scents. Our caretaker mentalities showed naturally when it came to helping fellow omegas, both old and young. We often had to deal with shootouts and common threats to our lives." I explained gently, squeezing Soap's hand. The thoughts that my previous pack more than likely was murdered from the Shadows made my heart feel as though it was being squeezed.

"I see. I'm glad you found my boys, from the sounds of it, you really saved them. Once all this is settled, I'd like to get you properly settled with the pack." Price expressed with a welcoming smile. I smiled back sweetly, letting the conversation settle into a comfortable silence. It didn't take long for my eyes to grow heavy and begin to flutter shut every so often. Soap picked up on my exhaustion, gently urging me to sleep. Nodding sleepily, I rested my head against his shoulder, letting my body absorb his scent and warmth. I wasn't sure how long I had slept or how long we all were in the car, but I could vaguely register my body being carried. I whined out, feeling Soap's warmth leaving my body before I could hear him chuckle.

"Easy sweetheart, we are safe. I need to get back to the pack because this mess isn't over just yet. I promise I'll return when all of this is over. Help yourself to any of my clothes that are here." Soap whispered, gently removing the patch over my gland. He lowered himself enough to gently nuzzle my gland, softly groaning at the flood of my scent. He lingered there for a bit before getting up and heading out to the pack. Letting my body curl up with some blankets that smelled of him brought some comfort. Before long, my body gave back into the pull of sleep, ignoring the fact that when I woke, the pack would be gone on their mission.

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 x reader #call of duty modern warfare 2 soap #call of duty modern warfare 2 soap x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 soap #cod mw2 soap x reader #abo story #abo fanfic

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Title: You Tear Down My Reason

Fandom: Spider-Man, Deadpool

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Pairings: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson Spider-Man/Deadpool

Tags: No powers!AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics. A/B/O Dynamics. Omegaverse. Primal!AU, BDSM Dynamics, Top!Wade Wilson, Bottom!Peter Parker, Top!Wade Wilson/Bottom!Peter Parker, Omega!Peter Parker, Alpha!Wade Wilson, Omega!Peter Parker/Alpha!Wade Wilson, sexual content, anal sex, primal sex, light bondage, domination, submission, incredibly light con-noncon if you squint super super hard I guess, really it’s just that Peter wants to be chased first, y’all know me, consent is clear, I’m a slut, but so is Peter, this is just smut, just porn no plot, sex outdoors, some light edging, eating out

Summary:

~Title is taken from “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails~

The yearly Hunt has begun and Peter Parker has finally decided to participate. As an omega, and a bunny-omega to boot, his role is certain. He’ll be prey. As a bunny, he has speed on his side. He’s confident he’ll be able to evade any unsavory alphas, though the background checks are extensive. Still, the risk is there… Yet Peter is surprised to find that the risk makes it even more exciting.

//Trigger Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Language, Sexual Content, BDSM Dynamics, Anal Sex, Top/Bottom Dynamics, Primal Kink, Breeding Kink, Not Really Con-NonCon But More Chasing And Adrenaline, Consent Is Given Loud and Clear, Biting, Chasing.\\

Please remember to read the tags and trigger warnings carefully. No fic is ever worth jeopardizing your mental health. If I’ve missed any, please let me know! I am so deadly serious about reading the tags, y’all!!

Good lord I’m a whore

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Peter Parker was almost surprised to find himself preparing for the annual Hunt. Frankly, he never thought he’d be participating, yet here he was… Washing with plain soap and prepping himself carefully. As he gently opened himself up in the strange bathroom, he bit back any moans. Finally feeling clean and ready, he struggled with the shower knob for a moment before figuring out how to shut the damn thing off. He stepped out of the shower and onto a soft, warm rug. Peter was pleasantly surprised to find that the floors were heated. As was tradition, he dressed himself in the pure white clothing set out for him: a simple shirt and pants set. A blush colored his cheeks as he noticed the way that the sides were stitched to allow easy tearing. He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the way that his pants hugged his ass and thighs just right. Satisfied, he pulled on the shoes provided. They were running shoes. This caused yet another blush to bloom across his face. Glancing out the window, he took in the gorgeous sight of the forest surrounding the building.

Every year, a Hunt was held in these very woods. The tradition had been carried over from Britain even before the United States had formed. It had started as a way to increase marriage and birth rates in a “socially acceptable” way, but these days it seemed that only loners still participated. Peter was one such person. He’d had a boyfriend in highschool, then a girlfriend in college, but he’d never felt… alive in those relationships. He’d always had a desire for a more primal sort of relationship. As a proud and staunch defender of omega and beta rights, this had made him uncomfortable for many years. But this year, he’d finally given in. After all, participants in the Hunt were completely confidential. He’d had to sign all kinds of paperwork. Besides, he argued to himself, wasn’t the fact that he could choose whether or not to participate a win in and of itself? Shaking off his doubts, Peter made his way to the next room. A beta sat at a table, looking up to smile at him as he entered.

“Hello, Peter! How are you feeling?” She asked.

“I’m… a little nervous.” He admitted. The beta woman smiled gently at him.

“That’s perfectly normal! I can assure you, each and every person here today underwent the same, rigorous background testing that you did.”

Peter nodded, wringing his shirt in his hands.

“I know, I’m more excited than anything.” He blushed at his accidental double entendre.

“That’s good to hear, Peter. Now, I understand that you’re a bunny-omega, correct?”

Peter nodded again, then realized that she wanted him to expand on that.

“My hearing and sense of smell are better than most, and I’m a fast runner.”

The beta took a couple of notes before looking back up with another smile.

“I’m sure you’ll give quite the chase! Now, are you fully aware of how this works?”

“Yes, I am.” Peter answered, fighting the urge to laugh nervously.

“Good deal.” The beta slid one last sheet of paper over to him along with a pen. “Now, this is your chance to say ‘no’. If you have any doubts whatsoever, you can always give it another try next year.” She said kindly. Peter shook his head rapidly and signed the paper.

“I’m all in.” He informed her. The beta nodded, collected the papers, and stood to leave.

“Of course, you’ll be kept separate from the alphas until this evening. So we do ask that you stay inside as the alphas’ cabin is next to this one. However, if you would like to join the other omegas, I believe they’re currently in the common area eating dinner.”

“I’d like that.” Peter answered with a smile.

The beta woman led him out of his room and into a larger common area. About a dozen other omegas were milling around and filling up plates of food. A few glanced his way, looking him up and down before returning to their dinners. Peter was quickly accosted by a smaller omega woman, who introduced herself as Betty. She was sweet, and seemed eager to make friends. Peter was a bit embarrassed to find he was the only male omega in attendance. Betty reassured him. Peter made his own plate, choosing lighter options over the heavier foods. This was partially to aid in his upcoming run, but also because of the insistent nerves that were clawing their way through his stomach.

“Aren’t you hungry, sweetheart?” Betty asked kindly.

“Not particularly.” Peter answered, then felt the need to continue. “It’s a bit earlier than I usually eat.”

“I’m so nervous and excited, I can hardly even think about eating!” Betty giggled.

“I always eat when I’m nervous.” Another omega chimed in.

“I always eat when I’m excited.” Another omega added with a mischievous look. The entire room was filled with giggling.

Peter enjoyed spending time with the other omegas. They calmed his nerves and solidified his determination. Everyone came from such different backgrounds. It was interesting to hear everyone’s reasons for joining the Hunt. Before he knew it, 6:45pm had rolled around and the beta woman, Jean, had returned. She led the group outside and to the edge of the woods.

“As prey, you will all have a five minute head start. There are many hiding places throughout the forest.” Jean winked at the group of omegas, who all turned to whisper conspiratorially together. “There are also several safe houses throughout. If at any time you feel unsafe or do not wish to continue, the safe houses lock from the inside and are equipped with panic buttons as well as phones. Do not hesitate to use one if you need it. Each safe house is marked with a trail as well as signage.” Jean glanced at her wristwatch, then back at the alphas’ cabin. “They’re about to bring out the alphas, but don’t worry. They’ll be confined to the porch until the second bell rings. Does anyone wish to opt out?”

The group of omegas snuck glances at each other, but none spoke. Jean nodded with a smile before turning to the cabin. Sure enough, the door was opened by a rather intimidating alpha. Peter’s eyes widened as a group of alphas were led out into the closed-off porch. He glanced over the group of alphas, ranging in size and strength, until his gaze fell upon one in particular. The alpha was standing away from the group, clearly being excluded. He was the biggest alpha that Peter had ever seen. Muscles rippled under his black clothing, signifying him as a hunter. His skin was completely covered by scars, which made him look dangerous. And yet, Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away from the alpha’s biceps—especially when they flexed as he crossed his arms. Peter’s mouth began to water as his eyes trailed up those muscular arms and shoulders to the alpha’s face. The alpha was staring right at him. He shivered for a moment, but not from any negative feeling. Instead, he felt his entrance begin to lubricate itself, preparing him to take this alpha. Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away from the alpha’s. He watched as the alpha slowly, purposefully licked over his long, wickedly curved fangs. Peter bared his throat just slightly… an invitation.

Unfortunately, his wordless (read: mindless) flirting (read: wantonly throwing himself at) the alpha was interrupted. Jean was clearing her throat rather awkwardly and Betty elbowed him gently with a giggle. He turned back to face her, only to find a few of the other omegas staring at his—no, the—alpha in what looked like disgust. Anger brewed inside of him until Jean cleared her throat again, snapping his attention back to her. All previous doubts were thoroughly extinguished. Now, he only felt the quick flapping of butterfly wings in his stomach and up into his lungs.

“Now, then. The bell will ring any moment, and you all may take your head start.” She informed them. “Good luck!”

True to her word, the bell rang once.

Peter turned one last time to face the alpha, and for good measure, he winked. Then, he turned and sprinted into the woods. If he was honest with himself, he was showing off. He knew just how fast he was. His natural traits had more than earned him the title of a bunny-omega. He wondered if what they said about bunny-omegas were true. He giggled breathlessly to himself as he ran, finding a good hiding spot along the trail. It was a good place to hide. It would keep him fully concealed from the trail while also giving him a good vantage point. As he crawled under the bush, he considered his plan. He would wait for the huge alpha to come barreling through the woods, then leap out of his hiding spot and take him for a couple circles of the forest, just to get his adrenaline going. Then, he would let the alpha catch him. After all, he was the fastest bunny-omega he knew, let alone the fastest omega. There was no way an alpha that big could be very fast. He giggled quietly to himself. He’d need to help the alpha out a little.

The bell rang twice.

Peter sat very still, listening and looking for any sign of the alphas. Soon enough, one came blundering through. It wasn’t the alpha he wanted though, so he laid very still. Whoever the alpha was, he didn’t even stop to sniff the air, so he was soon on his way. The next was a female alpha. She did pause to sniff around for a moment, getting rather close to his bush, but Peter purposefully soured his scent and off she went. For a while, he watched a few more alphas come through, and even watched as an omega raced through the trees, an alpha hot on her trail. He grinned to himself. She was definitely holding back. Peter began to grow a little bored. There hadn’t been any sign of the alpha. He began drawing in the dirt with his finger, tracing little hearts and flowers and fighting the urge to yawn. Suddenly, he smelled something. Peter’s head pricked up and he stopped drawing. It was something wild and dangerous, but he didn’t feel any fear. Feeling as though he was being watched, he slowly turned his head, only to come nose-to-nose with the alpha. Letting out a squeak, he scrambled out from under the bush and began running.

He began at a moderate pace, intending to allow the alpha to stay just a few feet behind him. The alpha caught up much quicker than he’d expected. He ran a little faster as he saw the man behind him pick up speed. Before long, he was full-on sprinting through the woods. He kept glancing back, surprised to see the alpha easily keeping pace. The alpha grinned at him through panting breaths, fangs glinting in the quickly darkening forest. Peter let out a breathless laugh, dodging trees and running off the path. The alpha followed easily, gaining more ground as Peter tried to wind his way through the trees. They had only made it a little ways into the trees when Peter found himself tiring. His adrenaline was still screaming through his veins, though, as he glanced back to see the alpha even closer and hardly winded. Perhaps he’d underestimated him. That glance backwards was Peter’s undoing. He’d failed to see a tree root in front of him and tumbled over it. He wasn’t hurt, thankfully, but as he scrambled to his feet, the alpha yanked him backwards by the waist. Peter yelped, struggling in his grasp, until a deep, rumbling voice cooed in his ear.

“Shhshh, Omega. Settle down, now.” Peter found himself going limp in the alpha’s arms. “What’s your name, sweet thing?”

“Peter.” He breathed as he was gently wrestled to the ground.

“Mmm, Peter.” The man mulled it over in his mouth, tasting every consonant and vowel like it was a five course meal. Peter shivered in his arms. “My name is Wade. I saw you looking at me, before we started.”

“Mhm.” Peter whimpered as the alpha’s hot breath tickled at his bonding spot.

“You looked… interested.” Wade continued.

“I am.” Peter breathed, baring his throat. The alpha chuckled behind him, wordlessly adjusting Peter when his knee began to hurt from where he knelt on a rock.

“You keep baring your throat like that, baby, and I might just bite it.”

Peter gulped, baring his throat even more. Wade chuckled again.

“I’ll take it that this is what you came for.” Peter could only nod. “And you’re sure? You wanna be claimed by a perfect stranger? I could be a murderer, you know.”

Peter whined, unsure why that made him even hornier. He supposed it was the danger aspect to it. Wade shushed him again, trailing his hand from Peter’s waist to his thigh.

“I want it.” He answered, more sure than ever. Wade scented him deeply, gripping his thigh in a vice grip. Peter felt another jolt of arousal, but grinned to himself. He’d caught his breath. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll make it easy for you.” He told the alpha in a haughty tone.

The alpha paused for a moment, his grip slackening just enough for Peter to wrench away and continue his sprint into the forest. This time, he focused less on giving Wade a good run and more on finding a good spot to be caught. He thought briefly about finding one of the cabins strewn throughout the forest, but decided instead that he’d much rather be fucked silly beneath the stars. It added more to his fantasy. Wade was quickly gaining on him. He had pretty good endurance, even for a bunny, but he was meant more for sprints than long distance. Wade, it seemed, was good at both. He felt slick start to drip down his thighs as he imagined how Wade would show him exactly how much endurance he had.

He was slowing now, and he could practically feel Wade’s breath on the back of his neck. It sent pleasant shivers down his spine. Wade seemed to be toying with him now. He was more than close enough to catch, but Wade seemed content on running him down completely. Peter grinned. He’d learned his lesson. Finally out of the energy to run, Peter stumbled slightly and was immediately snatched backwards against Wade’s chest. He struggled in his grip half-heartedly as he was wrestled back down into the dirt. The forest smelled divine. It had rained the night before. Peter moaned as Wade completely manhandled him into presenting. Then, the alpha blanketed his body with his larger form.

“Are you sure you want this, Omega?” He asked gently.

“Yes, Alpha. I want you.” Peter wriggled back against Wade, taking a deep breath in when he felt something very hard and very large poke his backside.

“Good bunny.” Wade growled in his ear.

“How’d you know—?” Peter began, only to gasp when Wade tore his shirt off.

“Only a bunny can run like that.”

Peter moaned as a hand began tracing over his chest, paying special attention to his nipples.

“And you are—?” He finally managed to ask. Wade chuckled in his ear, sending shockwaves through his system.

“Oh, baby boy. I’m a wolf.” Wade answered with a grin.

Peter moaned as Wade ran his hand down his spine and over the curve of his ass. He paused there, waiting for Peter to consent.

“Take me, Alpha!” Peter stammered out when Wade refused to continue. The alpha ripped off Peter’s pants with little effort, then pulled back to take in the view.

“Goddamn, baby boy! I knew that ass was fantastic when you started running, but damn!”

Peter blushed, turning his head to bat his eyelashes shyly.

“Thank you, Alpha.” He licked his lips as he took in the now-shirtless Wade. “You look so strong. I want you to hold me down and take me so bad.”

Wade gave him a slight slap on his ass, then kneaded at the soft skin there.

“Gotta prep you first, baby.”

Peter shook his head. “I already prepped myself. Just take me, Alpha, please!”

“I’m big, honey, you’re gonna need more than those tiny little fingers of yours.” Wade backed up a little, leaning down to bite down on the omega’s rear end. “Besides, this big, bad wolf can’t wait to eat you whole. Or, at least, to eat your—“

Peter erupted into laughter, his hand going back to grasp at Wade’s.

“Alright! Alright! You win.”

Wade’s tongue laved over his asshole. Peter rocketed forward, then backwards when his body decided that the feeling, while foreign, was a good one. Wade took his time, licking at Peter’s rim and then finally sinking his tongue fully inside, being careful of his fangs. It didn’t take long before Peter was completely soaking Wade’s face and bouncing backwards, seeking out the sensation. Then, the first finger breached his hole. Wade took care to enter gently, then added a second. Peter gasped at the stretch. It probably was a good idea to prep him a bit further if only two of Wade’s fingers had already stretched him so far. A third soon joined the other two and Peter was a panting mess on the forest floor. Wade pulled his face away, wiping Peter’s slick off with a discarded shirt. He let Peter fuck himself back on his fingers for a minute, enjoying the way the smaller man’s ass shook with each movement. Then, he carefully crooked his fingers around until he found it. The exact spot he was looking for, which made Peter see stars.

Wade pulled his fingers out, earning a disgruntled sound from Peter, before using his slicked hand to stroke his own cock. Peter glanced behind and groaned at the sight. He readjusted into a prime breeding position and Wade was lost. His chest was in the fallen leaves and dirt which made up the forest floor, while he knelt, hips pushed in the air and accentuating his smaller waist and thick ass. Wade couldn’t help himself from landing a couple spanks, to which Peter simply yelped and moaned. The omega turned his head just slightly to show off his bonding spot. Wade felt all common sense leave him, and he gripped at Peter’s hips. Spreading his cheeks, he licked at his lips, remembering the taste of his slick. Peter whined a little, wiggling his hips in a clear invitation which Wade was more than happy to take. With one hand, he held Peter’s hips still. His other hand guided his cock to that open, wanting hole. Peter gasped a little as his cockhead entered first, then let his breath out long and slow as Wade sunk into him.

“Ho-o-oly fuck!” Peter exclaimed.

“I haven’t even started, baby boy.” Wade promised.

He pulled out slowly, sinking in again and nearly knocking the breath out of Peter. He took his sweet time, allowing Peter to acclimate, and enjoying the way the omega pushed his hips back to meet his. Peter was practically chasing his cock. Like he couldn’t get enough, like he couldn’t be without it. Wade smirked to himself. That smirk was soon wiped off his face when Peter managed to twist around enough to glance at his face. He raised an eyebrow, pouting his lips forward.

“Is that all, Alpha? I thought you were gonna claim your prize, but it seems you just want a leisurely fuck in the woods, hm?”

“Careful what you wish for, Omega.” Wade growled at him.

Peter opened his mouth to speak again, and Wade struck. He yanked Peter’s hips back in a bruising grip, fucking into him with abandon. Peter let out a rather loud cry, which was swiftly interrupted by a yelp when Wade managed to hit his prostate. Once the alpha had found that special spot, he hit it with each thrust. Wade was determined to fuck the snark out of Peter, at least for an hour or two. Honestly, he loved that the little omega wasn’t scared of him. Meanwhile, all coherent thought had left Peter’s brain. He was vaguely aware of a rather high-pitched ‘ughnn’ sound, and was surprised to realize that he was the one making it. Wade fucked him hard enough to shove his whole body forward with each thrust. His chest was getting a bit sore, but Peter found it only added to the fantasy. Here he was in the woods, prey to a big, bad wolf. He arched his back even further, enjoying the sound of Wade’s moaning and the lewd sounds of his slick hole being used.

With Wade’s cock plunging into him mercilessly, he hardly noticed when his legs started burning. Apparently, holding up his own weight as well as taking the brunt of a large alpha fucking him was too much for them. They started shaking a bit with the effort. Peter decided he didn’t mind it, though, as he felt his orgasm closing in. Just as he felt he was about to come, Wade yanked him up by the waist, holding his whole body weight back against his chest. Both were sweating now, despite the chill in the night air. Darkness had fully descended, and the only light came from the moon filtering through the trees. Peter panted, being held aloft as Wade settled him down, legs spread over his knees. It felt as though the alpha’s cock was even deeper in this position, and Peter took the much needed breather. Wade chuckled lowly in his ear, nuzzling and sucking over his bonding spot before asking:

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby boy. Was that too much for you? Is the little bunny too tired from taking cock?”

Peter whined a little, his own dick hard despite the embarrassment. Before, he’d felt completely blanketed by Wade. Now, he felt bared for all the world to see.

“I think the bunny needs a good dicking, hm?” Wade thrust upwards into him once, enjoying the sound of Peter’s answering moan. “Do you need a good dicking? Is that what you need?”

After a moment of silence, Peter realized he was actually supposed to answer.

“Yes, Alpha! Yes, I need your cock. Need you to fuck me good and hard!”

Wade apparently liked that answer well enough, as he grabbed hold of Peter once and again and began fucking him thoroughly. Peter felt almost high as his prostate was hit again and again. He’d been so close last time! He vaguely wondered if Wade had done that on purpose, then shook the thought off. It wasn’t until Wade began nipping at his neck that he felt his orgasm creeping up again. Those sharp fangs pierced skin with little effort, the alpha sucked on the wound until the pinprick of pain faded. Then Wade did it all over again, until Peter’s neck was littered with bites and bruises. Peter couldn’t wait to see what it looked like. As he felt his second orgasm nearing, Wade slowed his pace, then stopped completely. This time, Peter was sure it was intentional. He let out a rather loud whine, trying to thrust his own hips.

“None of that, Omega. You take what I give you.”

Peter whined again, quieter this time, and sat still. His own dick was twitching rather uselessly, and he watched with bated breath as Wade’s hand rubbed over his chest and down his stomach. To his dismay, the hand avoided his dick entirely, instead rubbing at his thigh for a moment. He twitched a bit, and Wade trailed his hand back up his stomach to pinch at his nipples as he bit more bruises into Peter’s neck. Finally deciding to take pity on the omega, he spoke.

“Who do you belong to, beautiful?”

“You, Alpha. I’m yours.” Peter answered without a second thought.

Wade considered whether or not he should bring up his breeding kink, but so far Peter had seemed more than happy to go along with everything else, so he continued.

“Who does this ass—“ He thrusted once, hard, to drive home his point. “—belong to?”

“You! You, Alpha! You!” Peter yelped.

“That’s a good bunny.”

Wade helped him into presenting again, wadding up their discarded clothing and using them to cushion Peter’s thighs off his calves. When he finally sank back into that tight, slick, heat, Peter sang.

“Want me to breed you, baby? Want me to pump you full of my seed?” Wade asked, listening and watching carefully for any sign of discomfort.

Peter just moaned long and high, his back arching again as he turned his head to look up through his eyelashes at Wade.

“Please, Alpha, breed me.”

Wade growled, his hips beginning to piston in and out of Peter yet again. This time, his hand pressed gently on Peter’s back while the other held his hips up. The omega was a drooling, stammering mess now. He kept rambling about Wade fucking him full of pups. This had quite the affect on Wade. He pounded into Peter, feeling his orgasm nearing quickly.

“Fuck, yes! Gonna breed you up real good, honey. Gonna—MmmFuck—Gonna knot you up real tight. You like that? Wanna have my babies?”

“Yes, Alpha! Yes!” Peter managed to answer in between getting the breath knocked out of him.

Peter’s ass began to tighten around him a bit, and just as Wade was about to reach around to finish him off, Peter came on the forest floor. Wade smirked, instead moving to all fours to fuck hard and fast into an overstimulated omega. With the alpha’s body weight pressed into him, Peter could only writhe beneath him, enjoying the almost painful pleasure that was still being pounded into him.

“Look at that, bunny! Didn’t even need to touch you, did I? Just needed a cock in your ass, didn’t you?” Peter’s muffled ‘mhm’ spurred him onwards. “Ready for my knot, baby? Ready to be bred?”

Peter answered by pressing his hips up even further. Wade gave him a few more hard thrusts before his knot began to swell, catching on the omega’s rim. After a hard shove, it popped inside and stuck. Peter let out another moan, filled with the alpha’s cum. After a couple minutes, Wade sat up slightly, allowing his knot to pull slightly at Peter’s rim. The omega whined, still unable to convince his mouth to form words. Wade pulled him up against his chest, enjoying the way Peter felt boneless in his arms.

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart. I promised you a real bite, remember?”

Peter managed to summon enough energy to run his hand over the back of Wade’s head, nodding happily. Wade sunk his fangs into Peter’s neck, enjoying the burst of pheromone-filled blood that slid over his tongue. Peter made a sound halfway between a groan and a whimper, head falling back to rest on Wade’s shoulder behind him. Wade ground his hips up into the omega a few times before pulling away, satisfied. He admired his handiwork in the moonlight. Even if it wasn’t a real mating bite, it would scar. He’d always be a part of Peter. It made his inner alpha happy. The two sunk onto the forest floor, spooning. With Wade’s knot still thoroughly locked inside and his hand carding through his hair, Peter slept the best he had for months—maybe years.

The next morning, he woke to find that Wade had retrieved fresh clothes for them. He was then carried off to a nearby stream for a quick wash, as walking was a bit of a challenge. The two sat in the chilly water a bit awkwardly, each trying to figure out what to say to one another. Finally, Peter gathered enough courage to speak.

“I wanted to say ‘thank you’, Wade. Last night was… incredible.”

“I thought so, too.” Wade answered with a grin.

Peter examined his face, then his bare chest. With a start, he realized he was growing slick again. Wade sniffed the air a moment, then grinned wider. Peter splashed him in retaliation. They both laughed a bit, wondering what to say next.

“I’m glad you had a good time.” Wade finally said, his voice sounding tight.

“I did. I’m glad you did, too.” Peter answered.

There was another few minutes of silence before the two stood, drying off and getting dressed. Peter chanced a peak at Wade, only to find the alpha doing the same. He smiled shyly at him, buttoning his shirt with awkward hands. As he glanced down, he realized he’d somehow missed the first two buttons and was now wearing a rather off-centered, avant-garde shirt. Wade laughed quietly before stepping forward and unbuttoning his shirt. Peter’s breath hitched slightly as Wade’s scarred fingers brushed his bare chest.

“Thank you.” He said quietly.

“You’re welcome.” Wade answered, just as quietly.

With his shirt re-buttoned, he glanced around the forest, taking in the sight for what was probably the last time. When he finally looked back at Wade, there was a wistfulness in his eyes.

“I suppose this is goodbye?” The way Wade said it was more of a question. More of a plea.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Peter answered, smiling softly. “I was just thinking, we burned some serious calories last night, and I could do with a taco, or like… ten.”

Wade’s face lit up like Christmas.

“I love tacos.”

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[nenehyuuchiha]

Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.

Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn't even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record.

The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man...it was great.

Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin' Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again.

Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

Omega Stiles

Alfa Derek

Bad friend Scott McCall (but he gets better)

#sterek #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fanfic #ao3 #abo fanfic #derek is actually a sweet heart #teen Wolf

[super-sextual-stories]

Your work is impeccable, you know how to do pure art with SuperCorp, it's really beautiful to read. Not to mention all that delicious smut 😛.. but can't help but wonder how would be an alpha x alpha piece coming from you would be, maybe red kryptonite!Kara and Metallomaniac!Lena, or just a reporter and a genius introverted scientist who just presented...Again, that's for all your pieces, youre an amazing writer 🫶

This is the sweetest! I put a lot of time and love into each one of my stories every month. And the smut of course is a huge part of my ABO worlds. So far I've received just a few requests for Alpha/Alpha pieces and these are two great ones. I appreciate you sharing these ideas with me! I always encourage people to send me prompts everywhere, even though I do a formal poll on Patreon (and complete a prompt story every month). You never know what prompts could inspire my brain to pump out. ☺️ Thank you for reaching out to me.

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[imyourwillgraham]

Hannibal Omegaverse fanfic recommendations! GO!

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[demonangelsworld]

Saved by an Alpha

✨Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!OC (Secret Agent A/B/O AU)

✨Summary: If you look up the definition of a workaholic, you will find Ari Levinson's picture right next to it. Ari is on a mission to save all the omegas and alphas kidnapped by the Red Room. An organization that takes young alphas to train them into the perfect soldiers and young omegas to be drilled into the epitome of what their biology has deemed them to be. Ari has saved thousands over the years, but he still doesn't consider that enough. Some say he's running from a dark past; others say he has a savior complex.

Eloise can't remember a life outside the complex known to its residents as the 'care center.' She's always been in these concrete walls, servicing alphas when called upon, taking heavy heat suppressants, and acting as a caretaker for the new little girls. Her life may not be entirely happy, but it's all she's ever known. Plus, she cares deeply for each of the girls who come into her care, no matter the length of time. They give her glimpses of sunshine in her dark world. Soon her world will be turned upside down when a stranger that smells like tobacco and the ocean comes to 'save' them.

✨Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, feral behavior, violence, injury, crying, self-harm in the form of battling a door, self-loathing, mentions of child trafficking, death of a side character, and drugs

✨W/C: 6.9k 

✨A/N: Hey, guys! So yeah…it’s been a minute, life has been crazy, and this chapter has literally been rewritten four times. But I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know if I missed any warning tags or if you want more! 

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Chapter Two: Self-Control

When Sammy injects Eloise with the tranquilizers, Ari goes feral. He snaps and growls at the poor beta man, scaring all the children. The young girls all cry and shriek in fear, trying to further hide behind the cot barrier Eloise helped them make. The eldest three hold their place in the front, May puts Julia behind her, who screams for Eloise. 

Ari ignores the crying girls. He lifts Eloise and holds her close to his chest, using his big arms to shield her from anyone who dares to get near them. Ari pushes the hair back from her face and gently prods near her eyes, trying to get her to open them again. As he focuses on the omega in his arms, he completely forgets about the open wound on his leg, which is currently bleeding through his tactical gear. 

Sammy darts his eyes between the screaming children and the suddenly feral alpha in front of him. He’s never seen Ari like this before. Ari’s eyes are dilated to the point that his iris nearly swallows the whites. His gaze is stormy and focused on the woman he’s holding. Confused whines and grunts leave Ari’s lips as he tries to get Eloise to wake back up. Like that of a confused wild animal. Sammy has never seen an alpha snap into a feral state so quickly; if an alpha goes feral, it’s usually from a slow descent to madness or a severely traumatizing experience. Nothing like what’s happening right now. He tries to wrack his brain for a possible explanation but soon realizes the lack of time to do so. Ari turns to leave with the girl in his arms, and Sammy jumps in front of the door to stop him. 

Ari snarls, and the girls scream again. Sammy quickly lifts his hands, palms up and out, to try and show he’s not a threat to him. He speaks softly and slowly, knowing that Ari is closer to a beast than a man. Sammy just hopes the conscious part of him is still lingering in the background. 

“Ari, listen to me. You’re not yourself right now. You can’t go running off with her; the building is in code red and unsafe. You’re bleeding and need medical attention, and all these girls need to get to the jets, her included.” Sammy nods to the unconscious omega in his arms, which Ari holds slightly tighter in response. 

“Move. I will protect her.” Ari steps closer, but Sammy stays firm in his stance. He knows letting them go will risk the omega he’s holding. If Ari gets alone with her and bonds with her, Sammy knows Ari will hate himself for the rest of his life. 

“No. Ari, you’re hurt, and we have a mission to complete. I’m not moving till you come back to your senses.” 

As Sammy stands there resolutely, he spots the growing aggression in the face of the alpha. A vein popped on his neck, and his eyes narrowed at him. Sammy cringes, knowing whatever is about to happen next won’t be pretty. He keeps his hands up but remembers the taser resting on a holster on his thigh. 

Ari glares darkly at the beta as he weighs his options. At first, the beta seemed like no threat, given his size and stature. Now, he stands in his way from taking his precious new omega to safety, something he can’t allow. She needs to be safe so she can become properly his. She is his precious girl that he found. Not the betas. He has half a mind to mark her now just to show the other man just that. But he knows time is short and danger’s approaching the building. 

“Well? Are we going to finish our mission?” Sammy asks calmly, his eyes wary as he glances at the children who watch them both carefully. 

In that brief moment, Ari makes his move. “Fuck the mission!” He barks, with one arm, he keeps Eloise close, and with the other, he elbows Sammy hard into the doorway. The beta man grunts as his head connects with the metal frame. He slumps to the floor as Ari runs off with Eloise. 

Sammy takes a couple steadying breaths as his vision swims for a moment. He checks the side of his head where it is connected with the metal and finds his fingers covered in crimson. Sammy curses and wipes his hand clean. He braces himself and carefully stands, only to hear a crunch. Looking under his boot, he spots the remnants of his comm, the only way he could have given his teammates a warning that Ari had turned feral and his heading right for them. 

Sammy sighs deeply; he hopes they can recognize the crazed look in Ari’s eye when he reaches them, and they’ll be able to detain him. Maybe, if he works fast enough with the girls, he’ll be able to get there in time to help. 

“Alright, kids, we have to go. I promise none of you are going to get hurt. My friend there was just, uh…grumpy…yeah, grumpy. Your caretaker will be fine. You can trust me.” Sammy offers them a tentative smile, hoping they’ll listen to his directions. 

The eldest girls look between themselves warily while the others watch them, waiting to follow in their lead. 

“What do we do, Nora?” Kairi whispers. 

“We listen to him. Eloise said we have to remember?” Nora looks back at the other girls, “we gotta remember what Eloise told us. We’ll be okay.” She gives them her best smile while May picks up Julia again.  They follow Sammy out of the building and into the quinjet waiting for them. 

“Is that all of them?” An agent asks Sammy as he gets the 13 girls settled into seats and strapped down with help from Max. 

“I think so. Have you seen Ari?” Sammy looks around, not seeing him or the omega anywhere. All he spots are children, their omegas, and other agents checking on them. He had a feeling Ari wouldn’t choose this location anyhow. It’s too crowded. 

“No, wasn’t he with you? Where is the children’s omega? Also, what happened to your head?” Max frowns as he finishes strapping in the little three-year-old. 

“He was with me, but he went feral. We have to find him, Max, before he hurts someone. He took the girl's omega somewhere.” Sammy quietly mutters to him. Not wanting to send the entire jet into a panic if they hear an unmated alpha has gone feral while so many unmated omegas are near. 

“What? Why didn’t you com that in?” Max demands as they both begin quickly walking to the hatch of the jet. 

“I couldn’t! He knocked it out of my ear when he slammed my head into a door to get me out of the way, then I stepped on it like an idiot. I had to focus on getting the girls out. Max, he’s completely dangerous right now. He won’t let anything or anyone get between him and the girl.” 

“You don’t think he’s going to try and bond her do you?” Max murmurs with wide eyes. 

“I don’t know.”  Sammy solemnly shakes his head, “which is why we have to hurry; com this to the rest of the team.” As they pick up the pace, they hear the jets beginning to hum. “Shit!” 

The jet starts to lift off, and the back hatch closes. “Put the jet back down! Open the hatch!” Max commands a nearby agent. The agent radios the request to the pilot and shakes his head. “Sorry, sir, the avengers are here. It’ll be too dangerous for us to land.” 

“Fuck!” Sammy huffs, running his hands through his hair, “radio the others, now. We have to know what plane he’s on!” 

“Right.” Max presses his com, “Jake, Rachel, have either of you seen Ari?” 

“No, I’m on the other jet with the girls. Wasn’t he with Sammy?” Jake comms back. 

“I just saw him a few minutes ago. He’s on our team’s plane. He had an unconscious omega in his arms, which was weird, but I figured the other jets were full.” Rachel hums as she answers Jake. She sets their team's jet to autopilot back to a shield safehouse, where they take the women and children. 

“We found him.” Max looks to Sammy, who grabs the comm out of Max’s ear. 

He puts it in his ear and distances himself from the other agent. “Rachel, it's Sammy. Listen, Ari’s gone feral-” he says as quietly as he can. 

“What?!” Rachel and Jake demand. Sam hisses for them both to be quiet. “When did that happen?” Rachel questions, already heading back to the bunkers where Ari took the girl. 

“Twenty minutes ago, I couldn’t say anything because my com broke. Listen, you must separate him from that omega before he does something both of them will regret.” Sammy urges, beginning to pace, thinking of everything that could have happened. 

“Already on it.” Rachel assures, “I’ll update you when the situation is taken care of.” 

“Be careful, Rach. Feral alphas are dangerous. He may not recognize you. Hell, even if he does, he still might hurt you.” Sammy warns. 

“I know. Don’t worry, I got this.” Her line goes silent, and Sammy lets out a breath. 

“Do you think she’ll be able to do it, Sam?” Jake asks. 

“I have no idea.” Sammy’s mouth sets in a grim line, hoping it’s not too late.

In the sleeping quarters, Ari has her lying on the bed he tried claiming for himself the night before. Her little stature fits perfectly into the small bunk; he crouches next to her watching her rest. His eyes drink her in now that he has her alone. They follow the curve of her face seeing a little button nose and full lips. His brows furrow as he reaches out and uses a finger to trace along one of her cheeks, finding them far too thin for his liking. He pictures them fuller and filled with color, her fuller, full of him. His eyes land on her flat stomach, and a growl slowly builds from his chest. 

He goes to reach out for her again, this time aiming for her shirt, when he’s interrupted by frantic knocking. A snarl rips through his throat, and he jumps up, shielding his omega’s body with his own. 

The knocking pauses, then a female voice calls out, “Ari, it’s Rachel. Open the door and let the girl go. You’re in a feral state, but I know you can pull yourself out of this!” 

Ari marches up to the door but doesn’t open it, his mind barely registering that it’s his teammate outside, but what he does know is that she’s armed. He can smell the gunpowder from the weapon she’s holding.

“Leave us!” 

The alpha command bellows strongly from him, so powerful that it causes the omega to whimper and whine out in her sleep. Ari holds back from rushing back to her side to soothe her, knowing that taking care of the immediate threat is more important. 

Rachel stiffens but doesn’t move. Alpha commands have no effect on betas. She’s surprised that Ari even tried doing so. She narrows her eyes and sighs. She didn’t want to have to say this. The topic is so forbidden in the team, but she can’t think of any other way to bring him out of this state.  

“Ari, do you think Sarah would want you to move on this way?” Rachel demands, keeping her voice harsh and tone firm to show he had no effect on her with his command. “Sarah always wished for your happiness, but not like this. Not by stealing some poor girl who has no idea who you even are!” 

The mention of Sarah causes a pause in Ari, Sarah…the name brings back the image of his dead omega. Her dark-haired curls, bright brown eyes, and beautiful smile. Flashes and images of the life he once lived with her force their way through the feral haze clouding his judgment. Meeting her for the first time after she was rescued from their first-ever red room operation, getting to know her after her recovery, gaining the courage to ask her out, bonding, marrying, her death… 

Ari nearly stumbles to the floor as his consciousness comes rushing back. His inner alpha snaps and growls at him as he puts the fucker back in its chains, using his Sarah as the anchor. He looks back at Eloise with wide eyes, disgust and shame flooding him. 

He’s never lost control like that, not even when he and Sarah bonded. He brings his fingers up, brushing against the faded scar on his neck. What was he about to do to that woman? He knows the danger of letting his alpha genes take over his mind. He saw it happen all too often with his father and the various omegas the man took throughout Ari’s life. 

People get hurt when an alpha allows his genes or instinct to take over. Anyone who is in the way of what a feral alpha desires often end up hospitalized or, worse, dead. Tranquilizers can even be considered useless to an alpha his size when feral. He’s  shocked Sammy even tried standing in his way. He could have killed him. 

Ari goes to take a deep breath to calm himself but quickly realizes his mistake as her honeyed scent overpowers him again. 

“Fuck.” Ari hisses. He scrambles to the hand scanner and quickly unlocks the door. 

As soon as it flies open, Rachel has her gun pointed straight at his head. “Don’t come closer. I will not hesitate to put you on the ground. Let me pass, Ari.”  

Ari puts his shaking hands in the air, his breaths leaving him in heavy bursts. His alpha snarls and claws at his mind. Defend Omega! Threat! Eliminate the threat! 

“It’s me, Rach. You brought me back for now.” Ari winces, and his teeth gnash at her.

Rachel’s eyes widen, and she keeps her gun up. She can see his struggle, but she can’t chance to give him sympathy when he could kill her at this moment. “Get away from the omega Ari, before someone gets hurt.” 

“I plan on it. Rachel, I need you to lock me in our cell bay. I can’t trust myself not to go feral again while we’re stuck on the plane with her.” Ari demands those cells can keep alphas twice his size locked away without a problem, but they can’t be locked from the inside. 

“Done.” Keeping the gun pointed at him, they walk to the holding cells in the back of the jet. Once Ari is inside the small space, Rachel locks the door and opens the small window that allows them to talk. Only then does she relax her stance and holster her gun. 

“Ari, what happened in there?” Rachel asks, seeing him slump onto the chair. Ari holds his head in his hands and rubs the mark on his neck. 

“I’m not sure.” He admits. “All I remember is getting to our last room of kids, and when I opened the door, that omega stabbed me-” 

“Stabbed you?!” Rachel’s eyes widen, and she peers inside more, finally seeing the blood running down his injured leg. “Shit, Ari! I’ll get you medical supplies.” 

“Thanks,” Ari mutters, not thinking he really deserves them, but also knows he’s no use to the team if he loses a leg from infection. “Anyway, I could already feel my control slipping when she got too close, then when Sammy tranqued her, I just lost it.” Ari shakes his head, all of it sounding nonsensical. 

“Was anyone hurt?” Rachel passes him a small trauma kit through the hole, which he grabs. 

“Sammy might be. I tossed him out of my way when he tried to stop me. Did you hear from him? Is he okay?” Ari’s brows furrow in concern when he realizes he has no idea if Sam even made it out before the Avengers showed up. 

“I heard from him. He sounded fine, just concerned about you. Are you okay?” Rachel sighs, watching Ari start to tend to his wound. 

“I’ll be fine, Rach. Just need some time to myself til we get back. Could you check on her for me? I didn’t…We’re not…” The word gets caught in Ari’s throat and stings far worse than the anti-bacterial spray. 

“I’ll check on her. You know Fury is going to have your ass for this, right? You might be suspended from the team or kicked out of the agency.” Rachel frowns. She doesn’t think Ari deserves either of those for what’s happened; it was clearly out of his control. 

“I’ll deal with Fury. And Rach…thanks for snapping me out of it.” 

“Of course.” Rachel gives him a small smile before walking off to do as asked. 

Ari sighs deeply as he finishes bandaging himself up. Despite the wound being closed, he can’t remember the last time he felt so raw and wide open. He has no idea why the girl caused him to react like he did, but he knows he’s staying the hell away from her. He can breathe easier now that he’s in the cell, her scent long gone. With his head clear, he tries to think through everything that happened repeatedly, but it never makes sense. Ari hopes that once they get back to the safe house, he’ll hear Fury’s judgment, and deal with the punishment, then everything can move on. He doesn’t want anything to change. Ari doesn’t need a new omega. He doesn’t need anyone or anything but his team and his job. 

If he has those, he’ll be alright. 

He doesn’t need her. 

Eloise slowly returns to consciousness, her mind hazy. She carefully opens her eyes, trying to adjust to the room’s brightness. She squints and licks her dry lips, her throat lightly aching. Eloise shifts and pauses. She’s not on her cot in her room. What she’s lying on is far too comfortable. Her breathing quickens, and all the events from before she blacked out come rushing back. 

Eloise sits up in a rush and immediately regrets it as her head swims. She pauses to place her head in her hands and takes slow, steadying breaths. The feelings are familiar. Whoever was with that alpha must have drugged her, something the Red Room has done to her many times over the years whenever she had to move buildings. Once she catches her bearings, she looks around her unfamiliar surroundings. The walls surrounding her are a beige color. There’s also a hardwood floor like an actual bedroom, not a concrete room. A real bed, something she hadn’t slept on since before she was 5, a time she barely remembers. Under better circumstances, she would have savored lying on the cotton and springs. Still, she’s in unfamiliar territory, the enemy's territory. 

Taking her time, Eloise carefully stands. Her legs feel weak, and she wonders how much time has passed since her kidnapping. She spots a pitcher of water with a glass resting nearby but decides not to drink, no matter how thirsty she is. Who knows what drugs or other things could be lacing the water? She’d rather not risk it. Not when she has to figure out where she is, where her children are, and how she will save them. 

Worry immediately begins bubbling in her chest when she thinks of her poor girls. Eloise hopes they’re safe and that whatever plans these people have for them are not malicious. Once she finds them, she will run far away from the Red Room and these people. Eloise has no idea how she’ll get the funds and space to care for 13 children, but she’ll figure it out. 

Eloise glances around again when she spots two doors and a window. She goes to walk over to the window when she suddenly stops and hisses in pain, feeling a tug at her calf. Looking down, she spots gauze wrapped around her leg. 

“What the hell?” She quietly murmurs to herself in fear of someone listening. She has no doubt they are monitoring her despite spotting no cameras around. Eloise reaches down and carefully runs her hand up the gauze. She hisses, feeling four stitches underneath the bandage. She doesn’t remember getting hurt during the kidnapping unless it happened while unconscious. 

She huffs a tad in annoyance, that will slow her down, and she doesn’t have time to wait for it to heal. Shaking her head, Eloise sits up and limps to the window. She’ll have to be careful with her leg until it’s time for the big escape. Any damage she does to it during or after, she’ll have to deal with later. 

Looking outside, she gasps, seeing she’s at least six stories up in the air. Below her are trees around whatever building she’s in, and in the distance is a lake. Just like in the care center, she’s utterly secluded from civilization, meaning escape just got ten times harder. “Damn it.” She mutters and glances at the window pane, which is also pretty thick. She tries lifting the window to no avail either, so escape out of the window is no option at all. 

Eloise hates how leaving is looking bleaker at the moment. Now her only option is to find some vehicle and hope she can learn to use it in whatever time she has before these people find her. 

Eloise hobbles over to the other door in the room and finds a small bathroom with a shower, toilet, and sink. A pair of clean clothes, a towel, and some toiletries rest next to the shower. She scoffs at them; yeah, right, like she’ll risk being vulnerable and bathing at a time like this. These people are crazy for thinking she would be. She decides to rinse some water over her face and drink from the tap, the cool water soothing her aching throat. Drugging tap water is more challenging unless they want to drug their entire building. 

Being in the Red Room didn’t teach her much about the ‘outside’ world. Eloise couldn’t tell you anything about how taxes, politics, or even major cultural norms. Other than the ones that taught her about an omega's place in society, of course, under an alpha. However, by listening to the alphas that guard her and the men she would service, Eloise, learned valuable skills in observing, learning, adapting, and surviving.

After another couple of mouthfuls of water, Eloise sits on the toilet and contemplates her next moves. She glances at the door leading out of her room and sees that it’s made of metal, assuming it’s locked. Maybe if she can catch a guard's attention, she can at least get some information. Ask about her children, where she is, and what they plan to do with her. If they don’t answer, then she can always wait for when they transport her, IF they do. For all Eloise knows, this place is no different from the Red Room, except now she doesn’t get her little lights. 

The thought makes Eloise cringe, and she shakes them off. She has to hope that’s not the case. The door doesn’t have a slot, so the guard has to open it to deliver her food unless they plan for her to starve. Food…her stomach growls, reminding her that she still hasn’t eaten. Maybe she should…no better not. They could slip something in the food too. Better to wait to see what these people want with her first. 

With her next course of action decided, Eloise gets up and hobbles over to the metal door. She knocks on it a few times, ensuring it’s hard enough for anyone nearby to hear her. 

“Hello?! I have some questions! Can I please speak to somebody?! Hello?!”

“Yes, Ms. Briggs?” A man a few inches taller than herself answers the door. He smiles down at her, which reaches his brown eyes. He runs a hand through his thinning brown hair and tugs at the jacket of the black suit he’s wearing. She spots an embroidery with an eagle emblem over the letters S.H.I.E.L.D. 

“Who?” Eloise looks at him in confusion. She’s never heard that last name in her entire life. 

“Ah, right. Sorry, you still haven’t had your debriefing. What can I help you with, Eloise?” 

That only confuses Eloise even more; debriefing? Like, someone is going to take off her clothes? Her eyes widen, and she steps back, ready to defend herself. The man looks at her in surprise and takes a step back, giving her a tentative smile. 

“Where am I? What’s going on? Who are you, and where are my kids?” Eloise demands, her fists tightening at her sides. 

“My name is Agent Coulson. You’re in an S.H.I.EL.D safe house to recuperate and learn your next steps to becoming a functioning member of society. There are just a few more people ahead of you before Agent Sitwell discusses your case with you.” 

“You didn’t answer my question about my kids.” Eloise’s eyes narrow at him. She’s never heard of Shield and has no idea what he means about rejoining society. However, her focus isn’t on those things; it’s her children and ensuring they’re safe. 

“The children you were overseeing are no longer your responsibility. They’re being taken care of.” Agent Coulson grabs the door as if to close it. 

Eloise quickly holds the door before he can, “what do you mean being taken care of?! Let me see them. I need to make sure they’re okay.” 

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I cannot do that. You no longer have to worry about them. That’s all I can tell you.” Coulson tries to reason with her, but Eloise gets more agitated the more she’s denied. 

She tries to pull the door open more, but the Agent is stronger than he looks and keeps the door barely open. 

“Let me out! Let me see my children right now! Damn it!” Eloise growls and pulls with all her might, her leg throbbing from her muscles tightening up. 

“Someone will be in to see you shortly. Please try and calm yourself before then. I understand you may have gained an emotional attachment, but it is for the better that you don’t see the children again.” Agent Coulson shuts the door, and Eloise hears the click of the lock. 

“NO! No damn it!” Bringing her fists back, Eloise pounds on the door with all her might. Tears prick her eyes, and her breathing becomes shallow as his words sink in. They won’t let her see them ever again! “No! No! I don’t accept this! Let me out! Let me see my children!” She sobs as she pounds on the metal, bruising her hands. 

She backs up, aiming her shoulder at the door she charges, putting all her strength into it. Eloise cries out in pain as her shoulder and injured leg hit the metal. She falls to the floor cradling her injuries for a moment. 

Agent Coulson sighs, hearing the distressed omega on the other side of the door. He will admit they’ve never had one have such a bad reaction to learning that the children in their care are no longer their worry. Most of them celebrate their freedom. The omega bangs on the door again, pleading to be let out and to see the children she watched over. He knows giving her another dose of the tranquilizer wouldn’t be a good idea, but he also doesn’t want her to beat herself to hell while they wait for Agent Sitwell. 

An idea comes to mind on how to calm her, and he figures he may as well give it a shot. Fury isn’t going to be happy with his decision, though. He taps his comm, “can someone please send Agent Levinson to room 626, please?” 

Ari’s breaths come in short pants. His muscles flex underneath the tight gray shirt he’s wearing as he does push-ups on the floor of the room designated to him in the Sheild safe house. 

With each breath he takes and every force of his muscles, he tries to push further back the one omega that entrapped him with her scent. The overly sweet mixture of peony flowers and honey. The mix made him feral and dangerous. She keeps resurfacing despite trying to shove her in the back of his mind. Like a song that keeps replaying in your head no matter how much other music you listen to. Ari pushes himself harder, trying to think of other people, places, and anything else. 

The beach. My beach house. Sammy. The mission. Finding her. Peonies and honey. Wait- 

“Fuck,” Ari growls as his cock swells in his shorts. It’s like he’s a horny teenager thinking about a crush. It’s annoying as hell. He sits back on his haunches, wiping the sweat from his brow. The omega hasn’t left his mind since he saved her, and it’s scaring the shit out of him. 

Ari shouldn’t be reacting to her like he is. He stands and grabs his water bottle, downing the contents. Ari remembers the last time an entrapped omega him as she did, which didn’t end well. He’s not planning for a repeat of last time. He has to stay away from her and hope the effects of her scent wear off on him. 

Ari sits on his bed and runs his fingers through his neck-length hair. So far, he’s been able to work his body through most of the cravings. Once they landed at the safe house, S.H.I.E.L.D’s medical staff grabbed her to remove her tracker and do a general health check-up. Ari was led off the jet in cuffs and a muzzle. All of his team yelled at Sitwell about how unnecessary it was, but Ari knew they were treating him like any rouge alpha. 

Only after a full psychological exam that took two hours was Ari deemed back in control, even though he already knew he was. Then they questioned him about what happened, what caused the snap, if it would happen again, and everything else Ari didn’t know the answer to. After hearing the story, Fury decided that Ari would be suspended for two months. Once this set of girls is off to the rehabilitation facility, Ari has to go to his house and stay there for leave. 

Ari agrees with the punishment. It’s fair enough. Gives him some time to think over everything, and hopefully, by the end of the two weeks, she won’t be playing in his head like a broken record. A record that repeats the memory of her saccharine sent, the feel of her soft skin under his rough fingertips. He groans, rubbing his head, a slight headache building. He’s unsure if it’s from his many workouts to control himself from running to find her or fighting his inner alpha about her. 

His alpha howls at him to search, to make sure she’s okay, and to soothe her when she wakes up somewhere unfamiliar. It’s making his body yearn for her. He can’t remember the last time he’s popped so many erections in three hours since he’s been back to his room. He won’t give in to the cravings, though. She should go through processing, leave the building, and never be around him again. His alpha may demand her as his new omega, but he refuses to do that to her. 

She’s finally free, and he’s too fucked in the head to take a new omega. 

Ari’s brooding is interrupted by a knock at the door. He doesn’t move from his spot on the floor and instead shouts out. 

“Yeah?!” 

“Ari, it’s Sam. Let me in.” Sammy calls back and rattles his locked doorknob. 

Ari curses and stands, unlocking the door before heading to his bathroom. He can sense the confusion and concern coming in waves off Sammy. He already knows the questions coming his way and the apologies he has to make. Sammy follows Ari as he goes into the bathroom to run water over his face and neck. 

“What the hell is going on with you, man? You really scared me back at that facility. I thought you were going to hurt someone. Are you okay?” Ari spots Sammy watching his reflection in the mirror with a frown on his face. He spots the bandage on Sammy’s head. He does his best to keep his demeanor calm and his mouth in a grim line. 

“The real question is if you’re okay.” Ari turns to him and looks him in the eyes, “I’m really sorry about what happened back there, Sam. I couldn’t control myself. Did I do that?” He points to the bandage. 

Sammy lightly runs his fingers over the gauze, “yeah, you did. But I’m fine, and so is the girl, if you’re wondering. I can see you regret what happened. We all can. Going feral was out of your control, though, Ari.” 

“I know that. It doesn’t make me feel any better. I don’t know what it was about that omega’s scent that’s causing—caused me to go feral. Not even Sarah did that to me.” Ari shakes his head and leans back against the porcelain sink. 

“I think I know.” Sammy says carefully, gauging Ari’s reaction, “she’s your singer.” 

“What? You mean, like my soulmate?” An incredulous laugh leaves Ari’s lips at the thought. There’s no way in hell she’s his soulmate. 

“Yeah, I mean, it all adds up.” Sammy begins pacing a bit like he always does when thinking hard about something. “When an alpha meets their singer omega, it causes an intense flood of pheromones and hormones to flood both parties. Which, in turn, causes a feral-like reaction from the alpha to claim their mate, and if the omega wasn’t unconscious, she might have had a breakthrough heat. However, the tranquilizers allowed her to bypass that part of the process. It explains your behavior and intense reaction, but your self-control must be extraordinary to not have claimed her.” 

“Wait, slow down.” Ari places a hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving, “Sammy, this sounds ridiculous. She’s not my singer, I’ve heard of those, and they’re extremely rare.” 

“It’s the only explanation, Ari. She’s your chance to move on-” 

“No!” The word immediately leaves Ari’s lips in a snarl, and he lets go of Sammy. He felt this was coming. Sammy was always trying to get him to leave Sarah behind. Using their team’s connections to try and set him up on dates. It always pissed him off. The thought of Sammy using this girl, the one who caused him to lose control completely, nearly makes him see red. 

“She’s not my singer or omega, and I am not her alpha! I had my omega, and you know I refuse to take another!” Ari barks. 

Sammy meets Ari head-on despite the anger and anguish rippling off the alpha. His gray-blue meeting Ari’s baby blue in a challenging stare. More often than not, Sammy isn’t afraid to challenge Ari and stand up to him, knocking him down a peg when his Alpha genes take over. It’s something Ari has always admired about him, but right now, it’s setting him on edge. 

“Ari, Sarah is dead-” 

“Sam!”

“She’s not coming back, and you’ve been punishing yourself too long.” Sam’s jaw sets, and the tension in the room skyrockets even further. Ari clenches his fists to keep from hauling off and punching the man in front of him. He doesn’t care how right he is; all he knows is that Sammy needs to shut the fuck up. 

“I’m not done with the mission,” Ari says, trying his best to keep the growl out of his voice. His inner alpha howls at him to put Sammy in his place and remind him of their designations, but he won’t do that to a concerned friend. 

“That’s the same excuse you’ve told me for six years. Ari, if she is your singer-” 

“Damn it, Sammy! She’s not!” Ari snaps again, his chest puffing out as he tries to make himself bigger. He steps closer in an attempt to intimidate him again. Sammy has none of it, keeping his stare and his fists tightening. 

“IF she is. Don’t push her away. Give this a chance is all I’m saying. You’ve beaten yourself for six years, trying to blame yourself for Sarah’s death. It wasn’t your fault, and if this girl could help you move on. Then it’s worth a shot, isn’t it?” 

“No,” Ari says, his voice unwavering as he shoulders Sammy out of his way and returns to his room. He throws open his window in an attempt to get some fresh air. Hoping that it’ll cool his head and the heat of anger swirling in him. 

“Why the hell not?!” Sammy scoffs, still following after him. 

“Maybe because she just got her fucking life back!” Ari snaps at him, “she just got saved from being controlled all her life by alphas. I’m sure she’ll love hearing that another is ready to step up and suffocate her again!” 

“That’s when you take it slow. Help her get through the program, let her have and understand her freedom. Get to know her and tell her about the tension between you two because I’m positive she will have no idea. Then let her decide. It’s not that hard, Ari. I’m not telling you to claim her. I’m telling you to keep her close and get to know her.” 

Ari goes silent at that. He knows what Sammy tells him isn’t a horrible idea. But he can’t trust himself. Ari can’t hurt her like he hurt Sarah. He shakes his head and lets out a deep sigh. 

“Sammy, I can’t go near her again. What if I go feral again, huh? I could bond with her and I doubt either of us want that. Or I could end up hurting someone like I hurt you.” 

“You won’t. The initial finding process has passed. You should be able to control yourself with no problem. Her scent may just be stronger, and make you a bit…ah…sexually frustrated since you haven’t claimed her.” 

“I’m not seeing her again. And that’s final.” Ari states. 

“Well, that’s too damn bad because they’re requesting your presence in her room.” 

“What? Why?” Ari’s head snaps up at that. Why the hell would they need him? He thought for sure Fury would want to keep his ass far away from her after what happened.

“I don’t know the specifics, just that she’s completely freaking out and banging against her door. They’re worried she’ll hurt herself. They can’t give her more tranquilizers because she still has the anesthesia from her tracking implant removal in her system.” 

“If they need an alpha to calm her, why not send one of the other agents?” Ari demands despite the immediate disapproval of another alpha laying a hand on her, ringing through his head. 

“Everyone knows what happened during the mission, and more than a few people have come to the same conclusion I did. Everyone knows she’s your singer.” Sammy sighs. 

“Well, it’s none of their fucking business,” Ari grumbles. For a secret agent facility, no one keeps any personal secrets around here. “Wait, does that mean Steve-?” 

“Yeah, your brother knows too. He wanted to come here before I did, but Fury pulled him away for debriefing.” 

“Shit,” Ari huffs. Steve is the last person he wants to talk with about all this. The last thing he needs is his brother lecturing him about becoming their father. In fact, if Steve even mentions their father, he’ll sock the fucker in the jaw. “What does her possibly being my singer have to do with me going up there?” 

“You’ll have the most immediate calming effect on her since she is your singer. Ari, if you are convinced she’s not, then prove it to yourself. If your presence doesn’t calm her, then she’ll have the same distress levels.” 

“If that’s true, how come she panicked when we saved her?” Ari questions him with narrowed eyes; he’s confident that proves she’s not it. 

“She hurt you. An omega hurting an alpha already triggers a fear response in them. An omega hurting their singer? It makes the response ten times worse. It also seemed she focused intensely on protecting the little ones in her charge, which would alter her response to you. Upstairs it will be just you and her. You’ll get your best answer there.” Sammy smirks, knowing he has Ari beat. The man has two doctorates, one in medicine and the other in designation studies; he knows his shit. 

Ari grunts and takes a moment to think. He knows Sammy’s right. He just hates that he is. She can’t be his singer. It would fuck up too much. It just has to be some weird reaction he had to her scent. He can feel his alpha tugging again as if in agreement with Sammy. He knows he can keep that fucker in his chains now. He’s going to be more prepared this time. 

“Fine.” Ari relents, and Sammy gives him a big victorious grin. “Wipe that look off your face before I do it for ya’ Sammy. I’m just doing it 'cause I hate the thought of the poor girl hurting herself in a panic.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now get moving.” Sammy claps Ari on the back, pushing him towards the door. 

Ari huffs and goes straight to the stairs. Despite his reluctance, his feet begin moving quickly up the six flights. Hoping he gets there before she hurts herself too severely.

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If It’s Meant to Be Pt. 3

Summary: Bad things happen to good people, that’s just the rule of thumb. But sometimes, things happen for a reason, and that reason is so you can find the person you’re meant to be with…

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Alpha in Rut, Language,  Angst, maybe even flangst? Cliff hanger ending!!! (Y’all gonna @ the fuck out of me lmao)

Word Count: 2K

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Enjoy!

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Y/N’s POV: 

Y/N sat for a long, long time just staring at the silver Airstream trailer at the end of the driveway in the middle of the woods, one that seemed to lead to nowhere, with her heart racing so fast she could feel it in her ears. 

She made sure to stay downwind of him, so that the likelihood that he’d catch her scent before she was ready to deal with him face to face was very unlikely, but it gave her time to think, and to weigh her options. 

Of all the places she thought she’d go in life, of all the things she had planned to do, finding an Alpha was not one of those things. It just wasn’t in her plans. The likelihood that Beau was her Alpha was greater than him not being her Alpha, and that was terrifying to her. It meant no longer just having herself to worry about. It meant being bonded and tied to someone. Somemuch so that their wellbeing mattered, and not just her own, and that wasn’t something she’d prepared herself for mentally, or physically for that matter. It meant no longer just thinking for herself, but thinking for him too. It never really mattered to her if she didn’t have enough money to pay the phone bill, or if she didn’t have enough money to go to the doctor if she got sick. But what if Beau got sick, and she didn’t have the money to take him to the doctor? That meant more to her than herself, because whether she liked it or not, his well being really mattered to her more than her own, elsewise she would not be sitting here at the bottom of his driveway, watching the light from the TV flash in the small window, weighing all her life options that lead her to this moment in time. 

She was scared. 

The Omega in her, she wanted to go to the Alpha just up the hill. She wanted to make sure that he was okay. She wanted to give in, and let him make her his own. She wanted a life with a family and security that an Alpha would bring. This was what biology intended, and that’s what she needed out of her life. 

Y/N wasn’t totally in agreement with her own nature. If she took him on as her Alpha, whether she consented to the claim or not, she was no longer her own person, via Montana state law, she was his property. He had the final say over everything about her. From medical decisions, or God forbid something happened, and she wasn’t able to make decisions for herself. He could have her put away. There would be nothing she could do about it, she knew that. It scared her because she did not know Beau Arlen. Sure, people say he’s this great, upstanding citizen. An officer of the law, bound to serve and protect. But what if he was all that in public, and a real dick behind closed doors, like all those horrible Alpha horror stories parents told their Omega children to make them weary of things they might get themselves into… Was it a risk she was willing to take?

Just then, a breeze blew her way, and she caught his scent for the first time through her suppressants, probably because it was so strong due to his rut. He smelt like home. A scent she hadn’t smelt in a long time. There was a comfort there in it. There was a hint of pine in it, and a strong, deep amber whiskey, with the warmth of a december campfire against the bitter cold, it made her shutter in her seat. The hint of his scent only made the pull that much stronger, and she gripped her steering wheel tightly, forcing herself to stay seated until she was absolutely sure this is what she wanted to do, because something in her deep, deep down, deeper than biology, told her once she took that step, there was no going back. Not now, not ever. She debated on this, knowing that she couldn’t even walk away now if she wanted too.  But in her mind, it was HER decision, and not biology. She prided herself on being a strong, independent Omega, giving up that independence, even for someone as handsome as Beau, wasn’t going to be easy. 

Finally, Y/N, still somewhat indecisive, swallowed thickly as she put the car in drive, and started to make her way down to what Beau considered his home. 

Most people would not have found this little place he’d created himself much of a home, but the quiet little trailer and patio, with his string lights and chairs sitting about, it was more homie than she thought she’d find it when she finally discovered where it was. She might have even stopped to appreciate it more, had her nerves not been bouncing around in her head like a rough ping pong ball. 

“You can do this Y/N,” she coached herself as she put the car in drive with her eyes glued to the closed, silver door. “He’s not a mean Alpha, he’s a sweet, caring Alpha. One you’ve even waited on a handful of times since he’s become Sheriff. It’s going to be okay.”

Even she didn’t believe herself as she opened her car door slowly, and on shaky legs stepped out of the car, and slowly made her way up to his patio and door before coming to a halt. Surely, he could smell her, and her suspicion was proven correct when a loud, deep, warning growl sounded from just on the other side of the door. 

“Go away Omega,” he warned, sending a shiver down her spine at the use of her title in his voice. “You’re not safe here.”

Now, normally, that would have sent her running, screaming in the other direction. But she was nothing if she wasn’t stubborn, and fuck if he didn’t smell amazing, and the way his deep voice rolled over made her heart hammer so loud against her ribcage that she seriously thought he could probably hear it through the door. There was no way she could run now if she wanted to. The Omega had gotten his scent, and she knew what she wanted. She wanted her Alpha. Beau was her Alpha, she knew it, she just knew it. 

“Alpha, please, open the door,” she pleaded and he whined as she placed her hand on the cold silver steal of the door. “Jenny said you’ve been sick for days now. I can help. Just let me in.”

“Darlin, you don’t want to be tied to a man like me, and if you come in here, I’m not gonna be able to stop. Leave, please, while I still have the composure to let you,” he tried again, and she flinched at the rejection in his voice. 

He was standing closer to the door now, probably leaning on the other side, because she could swear that she felt the heat of his body coming through the thin steel. 

“You’re not gonna scare me off Beau,” she stated matter of factly, rooted in her own stubbornness. She never was one to give up very easily and walk away, especially not when it took all the self convincing to even come all the way out here to see him. 

“I’m not trying to scare you, I’m telling you the truth,” he growled through the door. “I’m telling you the truth. I’ve got more baggage than I can even handle on a good day. My job is dangerous, I’m more likely to die on the end of some asshole’s gun than I am to retire. I’ve got a child with another woman. I live in a goddamn tin-can that I call a trailer. I’m old enough to be your dad. I’m action packed with issues you will hopefully never see. I’ve got trust issues, and separation anxiety. I talk to fucking much. I promise you Omega, you don’t want me. No one does.”

Y/N leaned her forehead against the cold door, and closed her eyes to fight against the sudden pit that had begun to form in the pit of her stomach. His scent had changed to an almost sour, oppressively sad scent that could have been suffocating, and it told her that he believed every word that had just come out of his mouth. It made her heart ache for him. No one deserves to feel that way. No one deserves to be that alone. 

“Beau,” Y/N tried again, there was something deep down inside of her that wouldn’t let her give up, she just couldn’t walk away from him. “I got to work every day at a restaurant owned by a fucking drug cartel, and you know that, I’m not stupid.” She was met with a deep, agitated growl on the other side of the door, but continued anyway. 

“It’s likely that I might end up dead one day because of it, because all it will take is one pissed off supplier to walk in, and we’re all done for. I don’t care that you have a child with another woman, or have had a life besides me, that child is a part of you, and I’m going to care about her just as much as you do IF you will let me. I’ve met Emily, and she’s an amazing kid with some of your best qualities. That isn’t gonna send me screaming in another direction. Your place here is gorgeous and peaceful. Honestly, I don’t need a lot, you’re more of a home to me than a building and four walls, I know you can sense it too. I really could care less how old you are, I never liked guys my age anyways.” 

Y/N side down the trailer door and sat on the step, leaning her back to it as she continued. His scent was overpowering, and honestly, her legs were shaking so hard it was getting hard for even her to stand as the first signs of those ever so familiar heat cramps started to roll in. His scent was starting to affect her more and more the longer she was there, but she didn’t care. She just wanted him to open the damn door. 

“I’ve been on my own since my dad kicked me out of their house when I was sixteen years old. So, I got my share of Abandonment, and trust issues. But if we’re gonna be alone, might as well do that together, because I know you feel the pull Beau, or else you would have run me off for real. As far as you talking too much? Well, I’m so shy half the time and intimidated by things that most people don’t even notice or care about that I can’t get a world out edgewise, and it would be nice to have someone around that knows what to say when I just don’t. I promise you Alpha, you would be the best thing that’s ever walked into my life if you’d have me, whether you believed me or not.”

For a beat, neither of them made a sound. The only thing she could really hear was the sound of her own heart racing, and the crickets off in the distance, and she thought maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t going to ever open the door. That maybe he didn’t want more baggage. He’d said he’d already had enough, and maybe she was wasting her time and no matter how bad it hurt, it was either leave him here to go feral and die alone, or sit here and die right along with him… 

Until she heard the latch unlock on the door….

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Turns out I have more smut for posting, isn’t that nice?

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Enjoy your Friday night right. Chapter Six is up now in all its 6,000 word glory with sex scenes and refusal to talk about it galore, and Chapter Seven is right behind it up on Patreon.

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Alpha!Soap x Omega!Civilian!Reader (Part 2) (Slight Smut)

I almost believed I had dreamt of Soap and his team when I awoke that afternoon. I took in the surroundings of the room, glancing at the minor traces that Soap had been there. His comforting scent of burnt cinnamon and gun powder lingered in the air, bringing me the slightest amount of comfort. I sat there in his bed for several minutes, hoping he would return to me safely. Slowly getting up, I looked next to his dresser inside the room to see bags of clothes. Curiously, I got up from the bed and gathered up the bags before sitting back in bed. The bags had various amounts of clothing that I could ever need undergarments, shirts, pants, shorts, and dresses.

I grabbed a matching pair of (f/c) thong and bra, (f/c) leggings, and one of Soap's shirts. I paused at the doorway to Soap's room, taking a deep breath of his scent before heading to the bathroom. The bathroom was very clean and nearly perfectly put together. The towels were hung on respective hooks with names for whose towels were whose. Inside the shower was unscented bodywash, with shampoo and conditioner that was also unscented. On the counter was an unopened toothbrush and a new hair brush for me to use. Smiling softly at the gestures, I moved to turn the water on. I let the water pour down on my fingers, waiting for it to warm up to my desired temperature.

Pulling my hand away, I began getting undressed, flinching at the pain in the thigh. Sighing, I sat down on the toilet lid, unwrapping my thigh from the bandaging Soap had done. Hissing at the bruising sight, I looked under the sink to find a medkit. Pulling out the medkit, I sat it down on the counter and opened it up. Grabbing a pair of tweezers, I sterilized it as well as my wound before taking a breath. I held my skin tightly as I pressed the tweezers into the bullet hole. The pain was burning through my veins like a bonfire, and every part of my brain screamed at me to stop. I pinched the tweezers on what I hoped was the bullet and pulled quickly. Screaming at the pain, I grabbed some gauze and held it over the hole.

Looking at the tweezers, I was relieved to see the bullet that had been stuck in my thigh this whole time. Quietly cursing to myself, I carefully pulled the gauze away to see the blood had mostly slowed its flow but was still there. Throwing away the gauze and sterilizing the tweezers once again, I stood up carefully to get into the shower. I relaxed under to hot water, letting it soothe out the sore muscles and wash away the grime from my body. Pumping some of the unscented bodywash into my hand, I began scrubbing the dirt away. I was careful in shaving my legs, under my arms, and between my legs, making sure not to cut myself. Washing my hair of the dried mud, blood, and sweat, I couldn't help but feel a thousand times better.

Getting out of the shower, I grabbed Soap's towel, gently drying my hair before wrapping it around my body. I gently patted the wound dry before I gathered an antibiotic ointment on my finger to rub it around the wound. I was quick to open up gauze and begin to wrap my thigh to make sure it was perfectly covered. Sighing once more, I cleaned up my mess and placed the medkit back under the sink. I took my time on opening the toothbrush and brushing my teeth before placing it aside to take with me to Soap's room. I got dressed carefully, making sure not to strain my leg or pull any of the sore muscles I had from running. After getting dressed, I pulled my (h/c) into a messy bun before making my way to the kitchen.

"If I'm going to be here, I might as well clean the place up." I said softly to myself as I looked at the stack of dirty dishes. Smiling, I glanced around the kitchen and spotted a radio on the counter. Moving over to it, I turned it on, finding a good music station to listen to before moving to start cleaning. Starting with the dishes, making sure to dry them and put them away. I knelt down to check under the kitchen sink for any cleaning supplies. I smiled in victory at the stash of full bottled cleaning supplies. I made quick but efficient work of cleaning the counter tops before moving to wipe the walls down. By the time I had finished cleaning the kitchen all the way, it was four in the afternoon, I had started at two in the afternoon. Deciding to take a break, I grabbed some coffee and toast.

As I ate, I began thinking of what I could do to speed up the time as I waited for my newly found pack to return. Deciding that today, at the very least, I could at least clean the safehouse. Finishing up my toast, I moved to finish cleaning the safehouse. Time passed quickly as I deep cleaned every part of the safehouse, organizing as I went. I finally made it back to Soap's room and took a deep breath, letting his scent flood me. Smiling, I moved to begin fixing up our room and make it more comfortable. I got lost in the music playing from the kitchen and my thoughts as I moved about the room. Before I even realized it, I had begun to nest on Soap's bed.

I paused everything I was doing and just blankly stared at the nest as the feeling of being vulnerable bubbled to the surface. I hadn't nested in years, I hadn't acted on those instincts in so long. I slowly eased myself into a sitting position in the nest, gently clinging to Soap's shirt. My inner omega beamed with pride at the sight of the nest, eager to show Soap, while I felt open and vulnerable. Memories of the last time I built a nest for an alpha flashed through my mind. The alpha criticized my work and openly told me he knew an omega who did it better. As if his words didn't hurt enough, later that week, I caught him with the other omega. He was so different with her than he was with me. He was gentle and loving with her while he was rough and cruel with me.

Sniffling softly at the hurtful memories that had resurfaced, I curled up with one of Soap's shirts. I had never felt so drawn to someone, let alone an alpha. He made me feel soft and light, and his genuine attention to me was unlike anything I experienced. I felt this pull to him, like I wasn't safe without him around. My inner omega felt excited and calm at the same time when I was around him, and that had to mean something. I would have to do more research when I was more awake and actually able to absorb information, but for now, that would have to wait. My eyes burned with the need to sleep, and rubbing my eyes made no difference.

My eyes began to drift shut from the mental and emotional exhaustion that came with those memories. Deciding to give in, I let myself drift off to sleep. My senses were filled with Soap's heartwarming scent, giving me gentle dreams of being with him and his pack. I woke myself whining out for his comfort. I felt as though I had only slept minutes, but the sun rising told me I had slept hours. Forcing myself out of the nest, I quietly stepped outside, letting the brisk cool pre-autumn air chill me. It wasn't cold enough to need a long sleeve or a jacket, but it was just a comfortable cool. I sat there on the front step with my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the rising sun mixing with the crisp air.

Opening my eyes, I was greeted with an almost mystical sight. The grass had a light misting of mildew, and a light fog shrouded the distance. The soft calling of the birds was carried by the hushed whispers of a breeze. Basking in the warmth of the morning suns rays a bit longer, I watched the sky wondering where my new found pack was. I found myself hoping very strongly that they were all safe on their mission. Humming softly, I got up and made my way back inside, locking up the safehouse on my way in. I hummed whatever melody came to my mind while I made coffee to sip on. After fixing up my coffee, I headed back to Soap's room. Looking back at the nest, I let myself give into my nesting urges. I opened Soap's closet, grabbing blankets and sniffing for the ones that smelled of him the strongest.

Setting the ones I deemed the best aside, I began searching for extra pillows. Once I had my items set aside, I began stripping the bed of everything on it. If I was going to give into my nesting desires, I was going to let it be done the way my inner omega wanted. I would have to take it apart before the pack returned, but I needed to let the urge out. I shifted over to Soap's bed and began straightening the fitted sheet. Gathering up a couple of pillows, I placed them at the foot and head of the bed as well as along the sides. Moving over to the blankets, I knelt down gently touching the blankets to determine which one was the softest. I gathered up Soap's deep royal blue blanket and began placing it over the bed, pillows included. Gingerly tucking the blanket under the mattress to secure it properly, I maneuvered myself to gather up the second blanket.

It's a deep gray color tone, and it carried his scent the most. Slowly, I placed the blanket on top of the main nesting point, letting it rest in the center to be used to cover my body. I felt content with how the nest turned out, but the only problem was that it was lacking my scent. I moved about fixing Soap's room back into a clean and organized room. Once I got the room fixed back up, I turned out the lights and stripped off my leggings. Letting myself remain in my underwear and Soap's shirt, I climbed into the nest. I pulled the gray sheet over my body, basking in the warmth the blanket provided. A desire began to flourish in my body, a desire to feel full and be mated.

Whining I pulled the blanket over my head, wrapping my arms around my stomach. I really needed my suppressants, but they were ruined by the Shadows. I couldn't go into heat. I couldn't let that happen, not when I was just welcomed into the pack. Rocking my hips back and forth as though I were grinding on something only made my body ache more for a release. My whines grew louder as I shifted my body, so my hips were in the air. I let my sex be presented to nothing but the open walls of the room, gently rocking and pressing them back and forth, seeking some form of relief. The action alone made the muscles around my wound twinge in pain, but the desire was overwhelming. Softly moaning to the open air, I buried my nose into the royal blue blanket. Soap's heavy scent further fueled my desire to be filled and bred.

My right hand desperately began rubbing my clit, slick already making me embarrassingly wet. The light sounds of my hand rubbing quickly at my dripping sex were bouncing off the walls of the room. My hips continued to greedily rock and grind against my fingers as mewls and pleas left my lips. My mind danced with the ideas of Soap praising me and giving into his inner alpha. These ideas ranged from him simply breeding me wherever he wanted to him mating me and laying claim to my inner omega. In the haze of arousal, my mind registered the heated coil beginning to tighten in my lower stomach. Desire burned hotter with each passing second, drawing more whines and moans from my lips. I eagerly eased two fingers into my entrance, swiftly thrusting my hips back against them, seeking my release.

The muscles in the hips and thighs burned and twitched from the action, but my desperation kept me moving. Moaning out loudly, I could feel the coil growing tighter and my walls clinching around my fingers. My mind simply repeated pleas of more, and please, the closer I grew to my climax. Soap's scent shrouded my mind like fog from a hot shower to a mirror. My mind was merely focused on the blissful mix of his scent and my pleasure that I lost the sense of my surroundings. Crying out alpha, the coil snapped, causing my walls to quiver around my fingers. Slick gently oozed down my finger into my hand, making me whine and bury my face into the sheets. I could tell my body was entering a pre-heat stage, flaring my inner omegas' desire to nest and seek a mate.

I whined as I removed my fingers from my sex and leaned up to sit against my feet. With a soft, slow inhale, I got up and began making my way to the bathroom to shower. I was swift to undress the remainder of my clothing and take special care of my thigh. Climbing into the shower, I let the hot water help me clean myself up. I eased myself to the bottom of the tub, lightly curling up under the spray of the water. Why now of all times for my heat to start? The only time the suppressants no longer do their job is when omegas meet their fated pair. That couldn't be it. Soap couldn't be my fated pair. No, this had to be because my suppressants got ruined, and I hadn't had time to get more. That had to be the reason, and I plan to stick with it until proven otherwise. Sighing heavily, I turned the water off and got out of the shower.

Being careful about drying my thigh, I took the time to apply more ointment and gauze. Feeling foggy and like I couldn't think straight, I moved to get dressed and headed to lay back in the nest. I closed my eyes, hoping that if I went to sleep that I would wake up, and my heat would be only a dream. Each dream that came to me was intimate, causing me to occasionally wake up whining before drifting back to sleep. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I immediately nuzzled into the hand that was softly rubbing my cheek. Freezing in fear, I looked up and saw a female her hair was this beautiful mix between dirty blonde and light brown. Her gentle smile was strengthened by the same look in her blue eyes.

"Relax, I am Kate Laswell, and I work with the boys. I went on the mission with them, and we all agreed to regroup here." She calmly expressed watching me and my reactions.

"Is he okay?" I asked, glancing around the room for Soap, unable to even smell his scent on her. A soft smile came to her lips before she got up and moved to the door. Kate opened the door and called Soap. Quick footsteps sounded from the hallway as he approached her. With no hesitation, Kate stepped aside, letting him in his room before closing the door. Flushing, I quickly looked down, embarrassed that he was seeing me like this.

"Oh love, the nest is beautiful. It looks so warm and welcoming, it's perfect." Soap whispered, stepping over to gently cup my face. His rough hand lifted me face to look at him. He smiled his same charming smile, reassuring me that he was okay with me nesting. Everything in me screamed for his touch, screaming for more. I reached up, grabbed a hold of his tactical vest, and pulled him forward.

"Omega, I need your permission to enter your nest first." Soap insisted, making sure no part of his body touched the nest.

"Please~ Alpha, come in." I pleaded, letting my inner omega bleed through. With a please rumble, Soap made quick work of removing his boots and gear. Letting them hit the floor before he climbed into the nest. My hands instantly reached for his face, gently touching the bruising and cuts that most likely came from the mission.

"You're hurt." I whined gently, nuzzling against him. Soap carefully pulled me into his lap, my legs resting on the outside of his.

"Aye, the mission got a little rough, but it's nothing I can't handle." Soap remarked, reaching up to pull the scent blocking patches away from his glands. The heavy hit of his scent drew a whining moan from my lips, my mind registering that my sex was pressed against his own. The amount of willpower it was taking to not grind and get off against him was only making me feel all that more desperate. A low groan snapped me back to reality, and I became aware of him growing excited against me.

"Soap, please." I whined, burying my head into his neck, brushing my nose against his scent gland.

"John, my name is John. I've got you, Omega, do what you need." Soap encouraged, his large hands coming down to my hips. With a soft pull, He rolled my hips forward against his pulling a moan from my throat. Eagerly, I placed my hands against his shoulders and began grinding my sex against his own. Soap leaned back, letting his back rest against the wall, giving me more stability to move how I needed. My rich scent of jasmine and saffron dancing and mixed with Soap's burnt cinnamon and gun powder scent. Mewling in pleasure, I pulled him in for a kiss, the light scratch of his facial hair adding pleasure.

"Good girl~" Soap purred when I pulled back. His praise sparked a shiver to roll through me, more slick oozing out. I could feel how soaked my panties were against my own skin. A faint worry of getting the slick on his jeans flickered in my mind. Soap's hand tugged me against him harder, drawing noises from the both of us. The roll of my hips grew more frantic as I felt my release drawing near. Muttering pleas to him only made his grip on me grow all the much tighter. I came undone, frantic, grinding my dripping sex against his own when he licked at my mating gland. Soap purred at the sight and gently lifted me from him, laying me down below him.

"Good girl~ my turn, okay?" He asked, rutting his hips against me. Nodding quickly, I hooked my legs around his hips, my legs twitching in overstimulation. It didn't take long before Soap shifted to pull his cock free from his jeans. Continuing his quick movements of rutting his half exposed cock agaisnt me, I glanced down to watch him. His cock was glistening with his pre-release, the tip turning red. He was thick, bright blue veins showing from what was exposed. Just as my body was reaching its limit of overstim, Soap gave a low growl as he began to cum. His thick seed painting just above my underwear, moving on instinct, I gathered some on my fingers and cleaned it away. Groaning, Soap gathered more of his seed on his fingers before pressing them into my mouth. Once they were clean, he pulled away, his eyes feeling predatory as he watched me.

Taking a minute to gather ourselves, Soap adjusted his underwear to cover his length. Just as I had worried about his jeans were wet with my slick. I muttered an apology as my face began to burn with embarrassment. Chuckling Soap stripped his jeans, tossing them to the floor before he laid next to me. Pulling me to rest against him, Soap gently scented me.

"For now, don't worry about any of the clothes, I'll clean them or buy more as needed. Rest while you can love." He rumbled lightly, kissing me. I let out a content whine, letting my body relax against his. Sleep pulling me quickly due to my release, leaving me tired.

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[sharonanelie]

Reading too much ff makes me feel like i need my own pack yu know... to belong to a pack n know they got stuff covered n my best interest at heart... does that make me an omega 🫠🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

This abo got me in my feelings 😪

I just love this story give it a try Expectation's Dance by SweetPotatoKimchi on A03

Summary:

Changbin and Hyunjin are best friends, and they have been since they were kids. Secretly, they have both wanted to be more, but in their world, two Alphas are forbidden from being together. They live together at college, and the two of them are hiding their feelings for one another, especially now that Changbin is being forced into an arranged marriage with Felix. But when Hyunjin suddenly goes into heat, he realizes that he is actually and Omega, not an Alpha. Can he keep his true secondary gender a secret, or is the truth going to come out? And if the truth came out, would it bring him and Changbin together or tear them apart?

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[nenehyuuchiha]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin/Erica Reyes, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Danny Māhealani/Jackson Whittemore, Alan Deaton/Ms. Morrell, Laura Hale/Isaac Lahey Characters: Sheriff Stilinski, Bobby Finstock, Melissa McCall, Gerard Argent, Peter Hale, Matt Daehler Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rutting, Knotting, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Rituals, Ritual Sex, Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Mates, Trueform, Biting, Claiming, Soul Bond, Rimming, Self-Lubrication, Alpha Derek, Alpha Lydia, Alpha Danny, Alpha Allison, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Omega Erica, Omega Jackson, Omega Scott, Shamanism Summary:

Derek's fourth Chase will be his last if he doesn't catch an omega this time. He's starting to doubt this whole soul-mate thing anyway, at least until someone from his past shows up and gives him the run of his life.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek x stiles #fanfic rec #teen wolf #abo fanfic