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alpha! simon riley and his omega (s) ! 18+ suggestive. part 1 part 2

omega reader, whos' shaking by the time they get to base, swaying on her feet as simon coaxes her up to stand. the heat, she can feel heat on the back of her neck, on her cheeks, slick pooled between her thighs.

simon nuzzles into you as you stumble to base, “fuckin' hell, look at ya…” he growls, helping you walk, his rut simmers over the surface, the smell of wood burning, the smell of pine, warmth. “fuckin' sweet, sweet like honey.” he mumbles, his face almost entirely in your neck, body folded to nuzzle into your scent gland.

you see the older man with the moustache give a pointed look to any of the people staring at you, walking behind you. your combined scents, the smell of a crackling fire and dark honey are cloying in the corridoor. your legs tangle with the alpha, and there's a moment where he almost trips over. if he falls, you can't catch him, surely, he'll drag you down too.

a strong arm is on you, holding you up, muscled, tattooed, the other hand holds the alpha that growls at you. it's the smaller alpha from the plane, the one that stared at you. but…

but.

but he smells sweet too. vanilla, sugar. he smells - he can't be. but he's so strong as he holds the two of you up, steers you to quarters. the mohawk, the easy smile, you thought... you thought --

there's a mating bite on his shoulder that peeks through the unbuttoned shirt, and its the same size as the alpha holding you. he's his omega. 

“i should go…” you say, your voice small, terrified, as you step into the room with the two. the alpha still nuzzles into your neck, smelling your scent gland. he sucks at you with chapped lips.

“please, please, stay lovie.” his voice breaks.

the smaller alpha omega kisses your mouth, his lips are softer, as if he always applied lip balm or something. a smile on his face, “si's asking so nicely, won't you stay with us?” 

si, the alpha looks up at you with his miserable brown eyes from where he nuzzles into your chest. “please, please love, aint ever smelled something as sweet as you, cept maybe johnny.” 

your heat reaches your cheeks, and the other man, johnny blushes at the compliment.

“y'two smell so good together.” he says, a whine, before pushing you into the bed, your hands stuck in his curls, johnny jumping in beside you, simon's strong arm around him to. 

simon ghost riley and his omega (2) <3 18+ suggestive. part 3. part 1.

omega reader who is flighty on the copter back home, fidgeting and squirming with her heat that she knows is coming. 

you shiver in the cool of the plane, even if you’re flying through the desert, even if the men around you — alphas — radiate heat. 

the taller alpha, the one in the skull mask gives you his jacket, tucking it around your shaking body. it’s huge, he’s huge, and he smells of strength, rage simmering under the smell of pine. the smoke before the fire, you can feel the smell of embers, his rut is coming. his rut is coming, you can feel the fire building inside him.

“i don’t…” you trail off, trying to shrug the jacket off. the smaller alpha with the silly hair looks at you softly, and shakes his head,

“don’t even try lass, onc he’s gone alpha, he really doesn’t stop.” and the bigger man doesn’t stop, his big hands wrapped around your shoulders.

“stay there.” he says, his alpha voice, heavy, locking you in place. he can’t quite keep the strain out, desperate, hungry. you don’t dare to move, the slick between your legs growing and pooling around your thighs. 

his nose twitches, and he lets out a growl, tucking you under his chin, “love, love— what are you doing, not here.” you aren’t his love, you barely know him, and yet the name is comfortable to you, your alpha calling you his love.

you can feel his hardness, tightly restrained in cargo trousers, rutting against you desperately. here, on the plane. the smaller alpha smiles, and looks — with an interest that’s not unwelcome by either of you two. 

“jus’ wait until base, yeah?” he huffs out, like it costs a lot for him to say. “just wait.” 

you whine in response. 

simon ghost riley and his omega <3 18+ suggestive. part 2 part3.

he smells you as soon as they break open the door to the house, smells the scent of cinnamon and brown sugar wafting from somewhere inside. you cower behind some boxes, your eyes big and brown, the smell of an omega in fear, an omega close to their heat.

his nose tingles with the smell, warm and sweet and your trembling hands that shake in front of you, “don't…” you say, brokenly, “there's no weapons here, don't harm.”

soap speaks before ghost can even process those words, “ain't gonna hurt you lassie, just checkin' if there's anyone stuck in these buildings.” his blue eyes soften at the haphazard nest you've made from cardboard and old clothes, “is your heat coming?”

you let out a small whine in agreement, nodding, your face pinching into a pout as you keep looking with timid eyes. 

“take her back to base.” ghost breathes, heavy through the mask, his hands coming to help you up, long fingers that circle your bicep, “she's a survivor, needs help.”

soap frowns, “but we dunnae have any supressants back on base, jus' ran out last week, we're waiting for the next batch but that's going to come in a week's time.”

you stand up, swaying a little before you lean into ghost's warmth. he smells of alpha, strong, like smoke and pine in a forest. the alpha you so desperately need, the alpha that so desperately needs you.

ghost looks at you nuzzling into him, his face softening - “soap, we need her back on base, she won't even have a chance if she stays out here.”

soap's eyes flick down to you, and then back up to ghost's face. “alright Lt." he nods, simon picks you up with his hands, an arm under your knees and another holding your back, keeping you warm against his chest.

“i'll keep you warm omega,” he says, dropping a soft kiss onto your collarbone, smelling the sweet scent gland inside, “just, hang on love, i'll hold onto you, get you a nice nest and everything.”

maybe it's because of his rut that's coming, maybe it's the smell of your slick that's starting to coat his hand. maybe it's nothing, maybe it's everything, he's desperate to see your soft eyes on his pups. he needs to see you carrying them, holding them, raising them. he wants to give you a nest and the world.

yuji and choso have known sukuna has been seeing someone for the past few weeks, but what they don’t know is that today is the first time he’s bringing you over… he conveniently forgot to mention it.

you step in behind him, giving them a polite little wave. you look completely out of place next to someone as large and intimidating as him.

yuji freezes mid-run across the living room and choso straightens from the couch.

sukuna clicks his tongue after introducing you. “you better behave.”

you smile at them. “hi.. i’ve heard a lot about you two.”

yuji stares.

stares.

then slowly walks closer.

“…you’re uncle ‘kuna’s girlfriend?”

“yes i am.” you kneel to meet his eyes.

he squints at sukuna. then back at you.

“…you‘re too pretty.”

sukuna‘s eye twitches. “excuse you?”

“you are,” yuji insists, nodding seriously at you. “he‘s big and mean and he yells a lot.”

“yuji,” sukuna growls.

“and he snores!” the small boy continues, becoming more fidgety by the second. “and he steals my snacks even though he says he doesn’t like sweet things but he does, he ate my strawberry mochi and blamed choso—”

“i did not blame—”

“and one time he tripped over the porch step but told me not to tell anyone—”

sukuna grabs yuji by the back of his shirt before he can continue. “that‘s enough.”

you‘re covering your mouth, trying not to laugh.

yuji wiggles in sukuna‘s grip, still talking. “he also stays up late on the couch and thinks i don’t notice but he checks on us before he goes to bed.”

sukuna goes very still.

“…he does?” you ask gently.

sukuna sets yuji down slowly, jaw tight. “brat talks too much.”

yuji walks back over to you, completely unbothered. “you‘re really really pretty. like princess pretty.”

sukuna makes a strangled noise. “stop calling her—”

“and you smell nice,” yuji adds. “uncle ‘kuna smells like smoke.”

“i am right here.”

choso steps forward. “are you sure you‘re fine with him? you can totally tell us if he‘s too m—”

”eh? what’d you wanna say?” sukuna’s about to grab choso by the collar.

“very sure,” you snicker before anything happens.

yuji grabs your hand without hesitation. “okay. you can stay. but if he’s mean to you, tell me. i’ll bite him.”

“you will not bite me.”

yuji beams up at you. “he acts scary but he’s not that scary. only a little scary.”

choso nods. “he is moderately scary.”

“i am extremely scary,” sukuna snaps.

you grin. “i can see that.”

yuji gasps. “oh! and he practices smiling in the mirror sometimes—”

“I DO NOT.”

choso looks amused. “…he does.”

sukuna lunges. yuji shrieks and hides behind you instantly.

“protect me!” he cries dramatically. “you‘re too pretty to let me die!”

you‘re laughing so hard now you can barely stand.

sukuna stops inches away, staring at the two of you like he deeply regrets ever introducing you to them.

“…i’m leaving.”

“you live here,” choso replies.

sukuna pauses.

“…i’m moving out.”

yuji grabs your hand again. “so are you coming over tomorrow again?”

sukuna groans. “hell n—”