#alpha!female

Your arms are resting on his shoulders keeping them out of his way. You couldn’t help but to softly play with his hair. Every now and then you’d hear his purr, but it wouldn’t last as he focused on you.

“Will I live, doc?” You ask softly. A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips. One of your hands cups the back of his neck. Your fingers glide over his soft skin as you move it to the front of his face. Your thumb brushes over his lips, tracing the grin.

“It’s close,” He murmurs grabbing the wrap for both your ribs and lacerations. “But I think you’ll pull through,” He teases. You huff a small laugh before settling. He leans closer, stepping deeper between your legs, and wraps your midsection.

“Thank you, baby,” You whisper, kissing him softly. Matt sighs leaning into you. Neither of you move when your lip’s part. 

You’ve been home for barely two weeks. It hasn’t been easy. Natasha’s death still haunts you in your dreams, even during the day, and you doubt it’ll stop anytime soon. If it’s not Natasha haunting you it’s the war against Fisk and the battle in Wakanda. Being trapped in the Wakandan dungeon has made you hate tight places. The war has made you uneasy with quick movements and loud noises. It’s been an adjustment.

Your eyes open when you smell Frank coming towards the two of you. Matt’s head falls into the crook of your neck. You purr as he scents you, his arms circling around your waist. Frank crosses his arms leaning against the doorway. He’s smiling at the both of you softly.

You knew that with the both of them by your side you’d be just fine. Fisk is gone and so is Killmonger. The nations have been redivided and wealth distributed. Frank is no longer in the shadows and your destined is crowned Queen. Everything’s falling into place. Even if shit hits the fan again you know you’ll be able handle it with your lovers.

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Ok, so that’s how I’m ending what I’ll call Part One of the series. I’m doing this because I know some people don’t like pregnancy tropes but that’s where I’m going to take this. So, this is a nice ending for people who don’t want to read that.

If you would like to continue being tagged, then I’ll tag you. I’m just going to assume everyone will want to continue being tagged UNLESS YOU TELL ME OTHER WISE! If you do not want to read the pregnancy part and you have been tagged and want to be removed from the list then shoot me a message, no hard feelings!

You watch him, specifically his ass, as he walks away. You nibble the inside of you lip before taking the food off the heaters and placing them on cold burners. You make sure nothing is going to catch on fire before going up to your room.

You disrobe listening to the shower run in the adjacent room. When you join your husband you see him standing under the water with his eyes closed and his head back.

Cillian was always tired when he returned home but this was different. It seemed like the last few days had completely drained him both mentally and physically. He loves playing Thomas Shelby in the Peaky Blinders but, as everyone knows, Tommy isn’t exactly the happiest character. Tommy has a lot of mental issues and the show itself has a lot of emotionally challenging scenes. Sometimes going through these types of acts so many days in a row takes its toll on Cillian.

If Cillian didn’t enjoy his job so much you would have tried to persuade him to stop. It isn’t common, but it’s not unheard of, for mated omega’s to work like your husband. 

However, nothing about the two of you is normal nor common. You were younger than him, just enough to make some people uncomfortable and question the two of you. 

You were the alpha and he was the omega. That gained you both plenty of looks. The fact that the roles were reversed for the two of you had been questioned in nearly every interview he did. Your roles were completely natural for the two of you and neither of you understood why other people were concerned about the function of your relationship.

You couldn’t remember how many times you were bullied for being a ‘bad’ alpha. You allowed Cillian to continue working (as if you could or would have stopped him), your omega had the higher paying job, you accepted him even though he had been married before, and you hadn’t started a family with him yet. You were an unconventional alpha, an unconventional pair, and that made so many people, who you have never met, upset.

You wouldn’t trade anything for the world. Cillian is happy and so are you, that’s enough. As long as your omega is happy then all is right in the world.

Despite being younger you were fiercely protective and slightly (majorly) possessive of him. You made sure everyone knew that he is and always will be yours. Cillian is the same way for you but it’s subtle.

Reaching your arms out, you gently switch spots. You grab the shampoo and lather his hair with it. You shampoo, condition and wash his body. He moans quietly as you massage his sore muscles before standing in the hot water.

You intended to wash yourself quickly so that you could continue to pamper him but Cillian took things slow. You bent slightly so he could wash your hair. When you were done you pulled him into another kiss.

He leans back against the wall causing you to press him against the tile. Your hands ran up and down his chest while he gripped your hips. You pulled back just enough to disconnect your lips. He tried to reconnect them but you smirked and pulled back each time. He whined and pouted, which made you want to kiss him but you held back.

“Y/n,” He huffs. You laugh quietly.

“Patience, baby,” You tease causing him to groan. Normally your omega was perfectly patient but not tonight, which just made teasing him all the more fun. One of your hands cups the side of his neck while the other lightly brushes down his chest.

“Sweetheart, please,” He begs, pressing his head back against the wall. You have mercy and grab his cock. Relief and pleasure mixes in his face, his eyes closing as he stays still for you. 

You slowly, but firmly, pump his dick. The hand that was cupping the side of his neck moves to choke him. His fingers dig into your hips trying to leave bruises. You continue a slow agonizing pace. He tries to thrust in your hand but you continue to control the speed.

You can feel his pulse quicken. You pay close attention to the head making him whimper. You surprise him by connecting your lips to his. He instantly kisses you back, his hands trying to pull you closer.

You pull away from him completely. Your hands drop and you step out of his grip. Cillian’s eyes snap open and he whines loudly. You smirk. You turn off the water and step out of the shower. Cillian doesn’t let you dry off before he’s reaching for your neck and pulling you down to his lips.

You blindly grab a towel and try to dry him off as best you can while continuing with the kiss. Neither of you are completely dry but you won’t get sick either.

You lead him into the room, the both of you stumbling onto the bed. You press him onto his back and give him a dizzying kiss. He pants when you begin to crawl down his body. You bite his nipples and suckle your way down to his cock.

His hands go to your hair but you take them out. He whines but keeps his hands on the bed. You kiss and lick is cock before taking him into your mouth. His head falls back onto the bed.

“Baby, please,” He whines, lifting his hips. You hollow your cheeks and suck the head. “I want you. I want your pussy, your sweet pussy. Please,”

You lift off his dick. You go back up to his head and give him a slow kiss before switching positions. If he wanted to eat you out, who were you to deny him?

You straddled his face, his hands instantly returning to your hips. He pulls you down as far as you will go. You moan loudly and ride his face before bending over and retaking his cock.

He ate you out as if you were his last meal. You could already feel your pussy wanting to clench around him. You tried to rock your hips but Cillian wrapped his arms around them and held you still. Your pussy clenches at the reminder of his strength.

“Cillian, stop,” You whisper breathlessly. Your breath hitches as his focuses shift to your clit. “Oh, god,” You whimper. You could feel yourself coming closer and closer but you didn’t want to cum on his face, you wanted to lock around his dick. “Omega,” You snapped. Cillian tenses and his dick twitches. “Let go,” Reluctantly, he releases you and you spin around. 

“I want you so badly,” Cillian lifts his hips up against yours. You both moan as his dick teases your entrance. “Please, please, please,” He whispers his mantra until you silence him with a rough kiss. Cillian’s hand weaves into your hand and he grips it tightly. 

Unable to wait any longer you lower yourself onto his cock. His hand releases your hair and his back arches into you. You sit up and sink lower. He looks at you through hooded eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, my alpha,” Cillian whispers. A shy smile comes onto your lips. “You feel so good. I love you,”

“I love you too, Omega,” You mutter, lowering your body to hover over his. Your lips reconnect with his. He rolls you over and takes over the pace. He kisses your nose, cheek and neck before resting his head on your shoulder.

You could feel him getting close as the desperation sets in. You whisper encouragingly in his ear. He whines before stilling inside of you. You breathe in sharply as your cunt locks around him while his cum shoots inside of you.