Alpha!soap and alpha!kyle who like to playfight in between missions as a way to let steam off. Of course, if one of them ends up on top of the other, they won't pass up an opportunity.
Kyle humping soaps ass with his fangs against the other alphas scruff, play growling while soap arches his back like a good omega would. The second kyle comes, they're right back to the play fight. Occasionally grinding against the other and faux-biting. Smiles wide and reeking of eachother by the end of it.
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something, something, omega!reader who knew at a young age they wanted to be SAS.
but the SAS doesn't take omegas -- policy. safety measures, something about 'unit cohesion' and 'biological variables' and a hundred other clinical terms that all end up conveying the same thing: you are barred.
so you make yourself into someone else -- beta on paper, beta through school, beta in every room you walk into. the blockers have done their job so well for so long that you've stopped thinking of it as a lie. it's second nature, just a part of you now -- the alarm goes off, you take your pill, and you never miss a dose.
it's held for nearly ten years. it held through selection, through training, through the intakes forms you filled out without flinching. you even managed to pass the med checks. they never bother to take blood.
a year in you're hand-selected by captain price to fill an opening in a task force that doesn't officially exist -- which is essentially your fuckin' dream.
and just as price is about to put you through the training wringer with his alphas, the pharmacy subs your prescription.
they tell you it's the same formula, the same compound, just a different supplier. production issue. nothing to fret. but you should have fretted!
within a week the edges of what you've grown to know as your normal life begin to blur into something that you don't recognize. you mistake it for a cold, then a few days later it's more like the flu, but not quite. your brain keeps reminding you of when you were a teenager, you don't know why. you continue to mistake the feelings for everything but what it really it: your first real heat emerging after being suppressed for a decade.
and the 141 boys figure it out before you do.
you're mid-drill, going hand-to-hand with soap when he gets your back to his chest, his chin to your temple, a knife hovering over your throat when he inhales to let out a belt of a laugh. but the laugh never escapes, he chokes on it instead, and immediately releases you to step back.
that's when you feel it, the slick seeping into your underwear. you look around and all of them are staring.
price is the only one that doesn't appear confused or surprised, and he orders the rest of the men to clear the yard.
I still have many thoughts about Beta!Reader and Alpha!Simon but honestly... I just can't stop thinking about when Alpha Simon goes into rut when his pack is finally home.
Like, the ease of having everyone around. Everyone is safe. Everyone is (getting) healthy and his body is demanding to breed.
And Reader is freaking out.
You know you need to get an Omega to help with Alphas rut. You can barely take a knot, much less go on for days until he's finally satiated. You know what you need to do.
But yet, you cry.
You're jealous. You can't help it.
You have his mark. You have the story of how he picked you out of everyone. You have his pack. Their scents cover yours, easing into your own like each ingredient added to a angel food cake. Like a sheppards pie during the wet, cold winter. Just as a pack is supposed to be.
The thought of another, an outsider, someone who can actually be what Alphas want and need, eats you alive.
Poor Beta. Never good enough. Not even for the pack that dragged you in and claimed you for their own.
And Simon? Simon has no idea that you're freaking out in the bathroom right now, crying and snotting and pinching yourself in hopes that you're dreaming. No, Simon's making his den. Grabbing everyone's clothes, yours included, making sure everything is layered precisely the way he needs. Gruffing as he sniffs your panties, tasting you and him combined and putting it right by his head.
Johnny is laying on the couch, smiling as Simon's scent lavishes the home. Kyle is already chubbed up and can't wait to join, thinking about making the sweet little Beta soak his face before Simon gets ahold of you.
John is the only one who wonders where you are. The only one strong enough to fight against Simon's scent and the silent demand for him to get himself ready for the rutting Alpha.
John finds you eventually. You've cried yourself out and your finger is hovering over an Omegas contact. You know you should call. Should ask. Should orchestrate it all. But, you can't.
Bad Beta. Jealous Beta.
Terrible packmate.
"You doin' okay, luv?" John asks through the door, rapping on it with a heavy knuckle. You wash your face and open the door with a smile, drinking in Simon's heady scent and the way it erupts goosebumps on your skin.
Your Alpha. Your Pack. Nobody else.
"Yes! Yes, of course. Just waiting." You try to shut the door, but John's foot gets in the way. His eyebrow is raised and you can tell he doesn't believe you.
"He's about ready now. We should get ready too." Your lip wobbles and you hate it. You aren't ready. You just aren't ready.
John forces the door open and cuddles you quickly, seeing your walls break and the tears in your eyes drip down your cheeks. You poor thing. You must be so scared.
"Shh, Beta. It's o'right. He won't hurt you. Won't mate you if you don't wan'. Just tell him, okay? He'll know. He understands. He'll just wan' to cuddle you, sniff you, maybe kiss. The guys and I 'ave it handled." It takes a minute before you're pulling your head back, eyebrows twisted up in confusion.
"Dont...shouldn't I get an Omega for Simon? To help his rut?"
John barks out a laugh, holding you tighter before steering you out to the living room.
Kyle sees you first, cooing at you. Your face heats and you try to look away.
You still aren't used to Kyle shirtless. The ink on his skin—'prior lives', he's told you once before kissing you like you've hung the moon and stars—and the muscles he has. He's bulked up recently, Alphas' way of protecting their injured packmate, and the muscle on him is absolutely deadly.
He's been driving you more crazy than you want to admit.
You've been thinking about taking his knot too. How he would feel. How Simon would react. Would he be jealous? Or would you encourage you both to continue, bond in the way only a true pack can?
"First time with a rutting Alpha, lovely?" His hands grab your cheeks and gives you the softest kiss on your nose.
You burn.
"Our Simon isn't bad, lass. He'll take good care of you. Of all of us." Johnny confirms from the couch, his smile bright and eyes deadly.
"Pup here thinks Simon wants an Omega." John says, pushing you into Kyle's arms as he takes his own shirt off and starts unbuckling his pants. Both Alphas laugh.
"Oh, love, no, no, no, no, no. He'd freak out. It'd be horrible. He's not like that. We're not like that, yeah?" Kyle tries to explain, but you still don't understand.
You let him undress you anyways.
"But all rutting Alphas need an Omega. I know that." You're so sweet, Beta. Thinking you know what Alphas want, especially this special case of Alphas you have in your palm. Kyle kisses your skin as more of it is exposed. Your chest. Your breasts. Each wrist. Your scent glands.
Kyle can't help it. He pulls your pants down and slides his fingers over your flesh. He feels your goosebumps. He feels your slick starting to build.
Even a Beta is affected by rutting Alphas. Especially their own.
You gasp, but you let him. You can't focus on Johnny pulling himself out and his heavy breathing as he watches his packmates play.
John knows its time. But he still can't help himself but watch as Kyle gets you all the way naked.
You're so beautiful, Beta. Miserable, upset, longing, and still trying to help your Alpha out.
It's why you were chosen, sweet thing. Look at everything you do. How could they want anyone else?
"Mm, I know. Let's go ask Simon. Let's see what he wants, okay?" Kyle licks your cheek, tasting the salt from your tears, the sweat on your skin and feels himself instantly hard for you.
One rutting Alpha....two rutting Alphas....
"But-but-" You try to stammer out but the four of you are making your way into Simon's den.
You know if you don't make the call now, you'll never make it. Even if he begs. Even if he pleads.
You can't. It's wrong. Jealous Beta.
He's growling. It's low. It's deep. Its vibrating your chest and clit and you feel yourself being pulled in.
The door opens.
Everyone moans, yourself included.
He smells of rich earth. Of salvation. Temptation and honeysuckle.
You're salivating. You're slicking. The pack around you has heavy knots already.
You have to make that call.
"Beta thinks you want an Omega, Alpha." Kyle calls out, pushing you forward as an offering. A gift.
A sound is ripped from his chest. Vicious. Monstrous.
Intoxicating.
"Here, Beta. Now." He demands and you crawl. Your neck is exposed. Thighs are wet. Tears are coming back. You don't know why (why else would they be?).
"Wan' you, Beta. Wan' them too. Wan' you and them. Yeah?" Hard for him to speak, but you would for you.
Anything for you, Beta. You'll find out.
You nodded, eyes glazing over as his scent fully encapsulates you and the rest of the pack too.
Door is shut as the others enter. Chuffs fill your chest. Soft growls are sung back. Temperature is rising and Simon shows you how he doesn't need an Omega. Doesn't want one either.
He's got three willing holes to accept his seed and knot. Four that now includes you.
And maybe, if you and Kyle wanted to try something....well...
kyle "gaz" garrick x fem!reader | omegaverse | alpha!gaz, omega! reader | read on ao3
Kyle Garrick is an amicable man. Always cordial, everyone would agree that he's an exemplary soldier.
Especially for a beta.
At least, that's what he wants everyone to think. Choking down hormone suppressants for the last handful of years has kept him level headed and reliable on the field, something he tells himself he must maintain in order to keep himself and his allies safe.
Things get a little complicated when the main offices hires a sweet new secretary who seems to render those suppressants useless.
a/n: this is another work that i intend to be mostly fluffy, but i'll tag things as i see fit, overall; alpha!gaz, omega!reader, suppressants, heat mention, claiming, medical talk, smut, claiming
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
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you’re pretty used to feeling a pit in your stomach, sometimes you don’t even notice it right away anymore.
the boys realize how you’re feeling before you do, looking at you with worry when they smell the distressed pheromones radiating off you. their instincts begging them to comfort you, to ease your anxiety any way they can.
you look up at them with confusion when they slowly approach you, acting like you’re a wounded animal and telling you you’re okay. you ask them what the hell they’re doing and tell them you’re fine. now it’s the boys turn to be confused.
kyle says it’s obvious you’re not fine, he could smell your discomfort from the other room. you sigh and tell him its just your anxiety, it’s normal and you’re mostly used to it by now.
the boys however, definitely do not get used to it. whenever one of them smells even the slightest bit of distress in your scent, he’s coming to find you immediately. he’ll hold you and release calming pheromones, letting his instincts guide him on calming you down.
you were fine before you met the boys. you learned how to cope with most of your anxiety and are okay dealing with it. but you can’t lie, the way your boys hold you when you’re anxious does help, and it’s much better than dealing with it all alone.
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summary: omega!reader running away from home and having to live with an alpha!roommate (Gaz).
warnings: +18 smut (MDNI), dubcon (bordering on noncon), omegaverse au.
notes: i forgot i even had this in my drafts but it was a small deviation from this so i hope you like it :)
it's frowned upon. impossible really for that to even be a thing, but you’re desperate. you have nowhere else to go and he was the only one tolerable enough to live under the same roof.
and things are fine for the most part. great, even. less alphas bother you at work when you have Kyle’s scent lingering on you. you can afford rent and get yourself a treat every once in a while because Kyle offered to pay more than half of the rent, as well as sharing his groceries and insisting that you eat so you can stay healthy and strong.
until things start to go sideways.
some of your clothes start to go missing. a t-shirt here, a bra there. a sock, a scarf, your bandanas, a pair of underwear. some of them turn back up and some don’t but it’s fine. laundry gets mixed up all the time, right?
worse are the days when your alarm doesn’t go off to remind you to take your suppressants. and that's when you’re dangling dangerously close to your heat. at the worst possible moment too, when the rain pours down outside, winds howling, lightning crackling across the sky.
mere hours away and with an alpha in the vicinity, an alpha who smells so good and is already doing more than his fair share in taking care of you, you can already feel the tingling in your belly. a slow kindling that tortures you from inside out.
you practically turn the house inside out looking for that bottle of pills. it was brand new even, how could it go missing? where did you go wrong?
Kyle finds the medicine cabinet damn near in shambles, the couch cushions haphazardly thrown all over the living room, canned foods and his bottled iced tea on the kitchen counter, the fridge wide open.
and there you were, standing in the middle of the chaos in his cable knit sweater and a pair of shorts. disheveled hair sticking out all over. wild eyes looking all over the mess with the nail of your thumb trapped between your teeth.
he already knows what's going on but he feigns a carefully constructed mix of concern and mild curiosity as he slowly approaches you. “what are you looking for, love?”
"my suppressants.” you whimpered, eyes glistening with tears. “i can’t find my suppressants, Kyle. what am i gonna do?!”
“that’s okay.” he says, hands placed on your shoulders. he knows it does more to frazzle you than calm you down. “we can just go and get some more.”
“no, the pharmacy burned down last week, remember?” in your panic, you don’t notice the way his mouth twitches at the mention of it.
yet you free yourself from his grasp, moving to the other side of the room, panting heavily now. he doesn’t like that. doesn’t want you pushing him away when you’re so vulnerable, when you're so close to the breaking point, when you're so close to falling straight into his jaws.
you’re buzzing with nerves. half way descending to madness, instinct slowly chipping away at any and all rational thought. you’re becoming more and more volatile, just like the storm raging outside.
“wait!” you stop all of a sudden, turning to face him with bright eyes. “there’s another one right across town–”
“no.” he shuts you down. stomping all over the last flicker of hope you had of salvaging your dignity and your sanity. “you’re not going out in this weather. it’s too dangerous.”
he feels bad when you visibly deflate, your pheromones souring for a moment. he walks over to you, taking your trembling hands in his and gently squeezing them. the slight change in your scent indicates that his efforts are working and it takes everything in him to not smile.
“besides, look at you. you’re shaking, love. you can’t drive like this.” he crones, allowing his scent to engulf you as he cups the sides of your neck. fingers grazing your nape as he invades your space, backing you into the corner.
you’re breaking. rapidly. a fast progression down as your nails scrape to keep you on the side of the cliff.
“but– but–” words are slipping from your head faster than you can cling to them. all you can smell is him. all you can taste is him. you’re fighting a losing game. “my heat–”
“is coming soon, yes, i’m aware.” he leans in close, nudging your nose against his with a soft whisper, “why don’t you let me take care of you?” you whine, trying to turn away. he follows, mouth grazing your jaw. “it’s a better alternative, don’t you think?”
you realize too late that he’s got you trapped. there’s no running from him, no escaping him if you tried. you’re on the cusp of your heat, barely clinging on to the last remnants of the suppressants you took days ago. barely clinging on to the notion of honouring your friendship. trying to stay loyal to your unspoken code.
but Kyle throws all that out the window when he descends upon you. lips suckling on your swollen gland, breathing in your scent in heaves. pawing at you, pulling apart your clothes until his hands feel the warmth of your scorching skin. he can’t get enough of you until he feels all of you.
one second you were in the living room corner, the excruciating cramps cutting the last of your lucidity while your eyes roll back, losing yourself to him. and the next thing you know, you’re in your room, blinking back to reality to see Kyle adding his sweater and the rest of his clothes to your nest.
“i... i... we can’t– we shouldn’t–” you stumble over your words while he peels off your pants, along with your panties, now soaked with slick.
“why not?” he tilts his head with a smile. your legs are being spread open for him, your breath hitching sharply as his fingers slide through your folds. “hmm?”
“i– we’re–” he doesn’t wait for you to come up with an excuse as he’s watching you with a wicked glint in his eye.
“we’re what?”
weakly pushing at his bare shoulders does nothing to put some distance between you and him. his head dips to your cunt just as you muster the strength to string together one syllable–
“friends!”
your high pitched moan echoes through the room. slick pouring out of you as he devours your soaked pussy while he plucks your hardened nipples. he gropes your breasts, sliding his hands further down to hold your thighs apart when they attempt to close around his head.
your heat kicks in like molten lava spreading through all your veins. you lose all sense of time and the only space you’re conscious of is the one Kyle occupies between your legs until he lifts his head from there.
“yes. and?” he taunts, licking his lips. “don’t friends take care of each other?”
he’s not wrong.
you couldn’t find it in you to disagree even if he was. your body goes against everything screaming at you that this was wrong. the voice of reason slowly fades into nothing but dull, incoherent blurs in the background while instinct takes over.
you’re helpless when he notches the tip of his cock at the cut of you, sliding in with ease as he links his fingers with yours and pins your hands above your head. your legs mindlessly lock around him as the first few gentle thrusts work your cunt open.
it’s mortifying how little resistance you put up, how it all shrivels up and dies in your throat when he fills you up and pins his hips against yours with a deep, satisfied groan. the whole world focuses on him and his focus on you like nothing else matters as his thick cock glides inside your fluttering cunt.
Kyle smiles all too brightly when you murmur incoherent words into the crook of his neck. something between sharp gasps of his name and “alpha” while he’s steadily rocking his hips. the first orgasm unfurls and tears through you sooner than you both expect but the sweet burst of your scent spurs him on.
when he turns you over on your stomach and makes you present for him, you know he’s going to knot you and keep you full of him until it takes.
and you don’t even know if you want to stop him anymore.
“you’re mine now, love.” he whispers hoarsely into your ear. “you’re not getting away from me this time.”
there’s no disputing the inevitable truth coming to fruition, now is there?
i'm trying to clear out my drafts by finishing stuff that i completely abandoned, tbh and i'm finding some really interesting things in there🤭
Omega!Soap finds Omega!Reader for his pack.(fem reader in mind. Also chubby reader)-part 7 CW: explicit content, talks of SA, heat, sex
The men are happy to be home. They all walk in the front door and set their bags down. They are greeted with music playing. They all follow the music and find you dancing in the master bedroom stripping the bedding off the bed so you can wash them. They all stay as silent as possible as to not disrupt their new favorite show. You turn around and see all four of them squeezing into the door frame. A smile lights up your face, you drop the fitted sheet from your hands and run towards them. You barrel into Kyle since he is in front of the others. Kyle picks you up and spins you around the room. As he sets you down he covers your face in kisses.
“You guys are back. Where are your packs at I can put them in the wash before the sheets if you need them for tomorrow?” You go to move towards the door but Kyle pulls you back so your back is flush to his chest. Johnny walks towards the two of you.
“We finished all our reports when we landed this morning. We have leave for the next two weeks. My heat is coming up so heat leave starts tomorrow.” Johnny scans your face looking for any sign that you are uncomfortable or looking for a way to dash out. Instead when he looked into your eyes he saw neither of those things instead he saw excitement.
“I know I saw on the calendar in the nest room while I was cleaning. So I researched how to be of help. A lot of two omega packs said that cleaning up everything before hand helps. Also making sure everyone eats plenty and drinks lots of water. They also say the second omegas purrs are lot more helpful. I have like three more days to warm mine up.” Johnnys face lits up hearing you. Kyle tightens his hold on you, John and Simon both smile knowing this means you aren’t going anywhere.
“How are you going to purr if your omega is hiding? You don’t have to hurt your vocal cords trying to force your purr out. Cleaning is more than enough Bonnie.” Johnny places a hand on your cheek. You turn your head and kiss his palm. You gently remove his hand and get out of Kyle grasp. You go to the pile of bedding bending down to pick it up. You want to busy yourself while you tell them the other news. You move towards the door and the other two alphas make room for you to pass.
“Well actually she reappeared while you guys were gone.” That definitely was not the response they were expecting. “She seems happy and feels safe. I’ve been keeping her at bay by cleaning and preparing for your heat. When you are ready I have a bunch of new nesting supplies set out to rebuild the nest. I already changed the padding and put on two layers of slick wick sheets.” You load in the bed sheets and start the washing machine. You turn around and see a shit eating grin on Johnnys and Simon’s face but an inquisitive one on John’s and Kyle’s.
“What things have you been keeping at bay sweet omega?” John ask as he steps closer to you. You can’t back up much since you are so close to the washing machine. You tilt your head up to see him.
“Things like nesting and scent marking every soft object I find. I thought it would be rude to do that. Especially so close to Johnnys heat.” You hope that is enough to keep them from asking more questions. Simon walks over and John steps aside. Simon places his hands on your hips and lifts you onto the machine.
Simon leans in and by the look in his eyes and how thick his scent has gotten you instinctively tilt your head to give access to your neck. “Is that all you’ve been keeping at bay? You wouldn’t be withholding any information from us now would you princess?” He leans down and his nose stops right by your jaw and moves downward to your sensitive scent gland where he began suck on it. You arch your back and use one hand to cover your mouth to muffle the moan threatening to come out.
John is quick to remove your hand from your mouth, “Tsk tsk, you know better than to muffle your sweet moans from us. What are you hiding from us. Now don’t lie to us.”
Your sweetly lemon scent fills the small laundry room. Making the men’s head feel fuzzy. They’ve never smelled it this strong. A clear sign that your omega really has resurfaced, before your scent was there but always stayed subtle even when you were aroused. “Have ye need for knots come back Bonnie? I told you to feel free to use the toys in the nest or are you needing one of our alphas knots.”
“I want one so bad but nest isn’t right and bed needs to be made.” You manage to say but you sound breathless as you speak. All of their pants seem to feel tighter. Simon pulls back and his pupils are blown. He wants nothing more than to take Johnny and you to the nest room. He knows getting you to take a real knot will be easier if Johnny is there also.
Johnny pushes Simon aside and throws you over his shoulder with ease. “Let’s go build the nest and if you are up for it you and I can stretch you tonight. These alphas knots are not one you can just take without prep. These alphas can make the bed and finish the laundry. Let’s scratch your other itches first.” He sticks his tongue out at the others before walking away.
Johnny and you spend the majority of the night making the nest or making out. Once the nest was complete Johnny pulled you into his arms. His hands settled on your lower belly and chin on your shoulder. “Are you sure you’re ready for the next step? I don’t want you to feel like you have to be here for my heat or to take one of their knots. You’ve told be about what happened the last time you went to a heat clinics and why you choose to take heat suppressant. The others know about the heat suppressants but not the details on what happened for you to start to take them. They understand and will wait for you to be ready.”
You let his words settle. You are nervous to take a real knot from an alpha but you know that with Johnny here you would be safe. You put your hand over his and guide his hand down to your core. Johnny lets out a growl. “With you there Johnny I’m sure everything will be fine. Now you said something about stretching me.” Johnny doesn’t waste a second and the other men are just left with their imagination and your sounds.
Two days after the men returned you wake to Johnny holding you but what is strange is he is burning up and sweating. You get up and turn on the fans and the room a/c. You walk out of the nest and into the master bedroom. You wake the others up and tell them Johnnys heat has started. They all roll out of bed greeting you with a good morning kiss before hurrying off to Johnny.
You go to the kitchen and grab fill a basket you bought just for this and fill it will water bottles, I.V. hydration packets, protein bars, and some banana muffins you made.(iykyk) You walk back to the nest room and hear Johnnys moan and the sound of skin hitting skin. You take a deep breath in before opening the door. You enter in and is instantly hit with all of their scents at once. You walk over to the nest and set down the basket. Johnny is face down ass up with John behind him. Holding on to Johnnys hips guiding him back and forth on his dick. You hand Kyle and Simon a muffin each with a water. Simon pulls you down onto his lap and breaks apart his muffin and starts to feed it to you. You tell him that it’s for him.
“No you need to eat. Alphas take care of their omegas. I’ll feed you first then I’ll eat. Kyle is already feeding Johnny. Now open up and let me feed you.” You lean back and let Simon feed you while Johnny eats now that he is knotted. Kyle hands John a muffin before tossing one to Simon before grabbing one for himself. Settling in relaxing silence.
Johnnys heat goes on without a hitch. He even ends up with Simon behind him and his head in between your thighs. On the last day it starts to get really hard to ignore the need you feel for a knot. Kyle and Johnny are knotted together, Simon and John had to step out. Johnny notices you squeezing your thighs together and rubbing your lower belly. Johnny notices and pulls your leg so you are closer to him. He starts to work you open with his fingers, Kyle starts to say words of encouragement and praise really hoping his knot deflates so he can help you.
Simon walks into the nest and swears he must be in heaven. “Are you two torturing Kyle?” Kyle explains the situation and the smile just grows on Simon’s face. Simon lays down on the nest and motions for you to come over. He takes his sweats off and positions your hips over his. He notices how your hands start to shake. He affirms you that you are in control and to go at your speed. You start to move your hips and feel some relief. You feel his knot grow and you start to slightly panic when it won’t slip in.
John walks in and hears you whimpering. Simon say how you are trying to take his knot but you are struggling. John comes up behind you, “Would you like your help taking your alphas knot?” You whimper and nod your head yes. John instructs Simon to take your hips and John moves one hand to your breast and the other to your clit. He rubs both gently and you grow pliant in their hands. The men look at each other and nod, signaling that now was the time. John started to suck on your scent gland and Simon lifted your hips before thrusting his hips up locking you two together. The orgasm that comes leave you with breathless with stars in your vision. John gently guides you to lay on Simon’s chest. Soon the room is filled with the sounds of two omegas purrs.
Anyway, new chapter is coming but I may have gone a bit overboard and written 14k words upsi-
Just wondering if i should post an extra long episode or break it into two.
Let me know what you think!!
Anyway, Chapter 3 is coming this weekend, here is a sneak peak:
tw: mentions of male genitalia, hot stuff
He looked at the way your skin disappeared under the hoodie, your soft, delicate skin. So tempting to bite into, to sink his teeth into. His mouth started watering at the thought of being able to touch you, of getting to taste even that small patch of exposed skin. The idea excited him so much that he could feel his pants tightening just from the sight of your bare, soft skin surrounded by Ghost’s scent.
God, he could come undone just at the thought of it. You, completely bare before him, completely surrounded by Ghost’s musk. The things you must have done to end up smelling like that. You, lying there, so trusting and relaxed, with Soap biting at your skin, covering you in his scent until you smelled only like him, until every trace of Ghost was gone.
God, Ghost.
He didn’t know what affected him more: the idea of making you only his, or the idea of you being completely scented by his mate. He could even imagine how good Ghost would look, all flushed, like he always got when they were together, with your bare body pressed close to him, giving him small kitten licks on his neck, right where their mating mark was. Your hand moving delicately down his body, tracing his abs, until it finally lowered to where he needed you most. How your delicate fingers would caress his hot and red tip-