a dark!a/b/o universe where omegas are kept mostly in breeding/selling facilities for alphas.
they donât even see the light of day â every omega is kept underground.
so how does one get bought, you say?
candles.
goddamn candles.
each facility will get the scent of their omegas to make candles as a âselling pointâ for each one, in order to keep them as âpureâ as possible. the only time these omegas interact with an alpha is when theyâve finally been bought.
a cruel design to send them into heat as soon as they come within the scent field of the alpha whoâs just bought them.
so, of course, ghost goes down to these facilities quite frequently to scent the candles, waiting until he finds one that makes his eyes roll back. the workers always know what heâs there for, and point him to the new batches.
new omegas.
itâs been happening for months now, so he was expecting just another trip of subpar scents before going homeâ
until he smells your scent.
he freezes, reading the description on the candle, before thrusting it into the workerâs hand.
âget âem,â he grunts, pawing at his mask that now felt incredibly suffocating and hot on his face and neck.
poor you has no idea what youâre in for.
and yes, simon absolutely lights the candle while heâs pounding into you every which way, both of you deep into your respective ruts/heatsđââď¸
AN: i feel like ghost is one of those alphas whoâs so obsessed w you he gets a rash if heâs not in you. send tweet
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Perfectly shaped for Simon, with plush hips to grab, fat tits to bury his ugly mug into, and a scent worth dying for.
A true plump pocket-sized fairyâhis words.
Docile when treated right; he's never heard anything else but lovely chirps and purrs coming from you. The occasional yelp when he smacks your ass to watch it jiggle or nips at your mating mark whenever cuteness aggression possesses him like a wicked demon.
That is until he comes home from duty, smelling like another omega one evening.
The moment you pick up on it, that incredibly biting scent of cherry blossom and burnt caramel, your nose twitches and you bristle, eyes zeroing in on Simon as he approaches you in the kitchen.
The scent is so overwhelming, you smell it over the herbal tea you're brewing.
"My love," he greets you gruffly, oblivious still, "how's yer day been?"
And you don't reply anything, but there is a sudden rumble in your chest. A soft yet warning growl steadily building up deep inside of you, like a tigress coming alive to protecting her territory.
Simon freezes over the sound, dark eyes widening imperceptibly like he's sensing an unknown threat in the dark. Reaching up, he pulls his balaclava off at once; dirty blonde hair disheveled and sticking up from his skull.
"Love?" He asks again, a more gentle inquiry.
Until it hits him, too. That saccharine, foreign omega scent clinging to his fatigues, his skin.
It immediately offends him as much as it does you.
His crooked nose wrinkles, brows furrowing with a snarl, though not because of you, "Isn't what ye'r thinkin'," he assures you, palms coming up as if soothing a wild animal. "Some daft rookies gettin' in a bloody fight. Had to interveneâ"
Your teeth glint in the soft LED lights under the kitchen cabinets. The tea kettle starts whistling as the water boils. Standing there in your cosy bath robe and fuzzy slippers, growling at him for the first time, you look comically ominous.
Sweet, supple fairy.
Simon swallows thickly, his prick chubs in his cargo pants as your pupils keep dilating, your scent spiking with jealousy; spicy and dangerous.
He groans, "I'd neverâ"
"Go shower," you hiss, causing his jaw to snap shut tightly, throat bobbing. "Bring your bloody uniform to the dry-cleaner's tomorrow or I swear I'll burn them, Simon Riley."
His pulse throbs in tandem with his cock now, knees nearly buckling as he fidgets with his mask.
"Yes, ma'am," he nods, "anythin' else for myâ"
You take a step towards him, growling, "Now."
And Simon has never ever scurried like this in his life before; a strange mixture of anxiety and arousal oozing from his pores as he strips on his way to the bathroom, chuckling like a madman under his breath.
*deep sigh* I was, as always, inspired by @ilostthewar , aka Baby Moth. This is that post right here.
This got pretty long and I sorta like it. And I will be writing this in multiple parts because I am a sucker for porn with plot.
Title: Soap found her
18+ poly omegaverse 141 x reader
You had known Soap, or Johnny, as he insisted you call him for all of three months. He is one of the few omegas on base, and it's nice to have the comraderie. You work in the civilian and contractor sector, doing intelligence and all of the alphas and betas annoy you. They normally do their best to either coddle you or assert their dominance. So when you meet Johnny, it's like a breath of fresh air.
It starts off slowly at first. Lunch together, you bring him things that you make to share. He's particularly fond of your cooking but is head over heels for the sugary treats you give him. You don't notice how there are two other alphas and a beta watching you two, as you whisper and laugh about things only omegas would get. Next comes deliberate plans to hang out away from base. You invite him to your flat, it's cozy, and you show him the rows of shelves and baskets and trunks full of nesting things. Blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and fabric softeners and scent sprays. You explain that you change your nest and the theme of the nest monthly, just one life's little pleasures.
Johnny likes that your place is cute and kitschy and that you don't use the big lights in any room and opt for various soft fairy lights. Back on base in his pack's home, the guys notice that Johnny is redoing his own nest. He's added led strip lights, fairy lights, and softer more delicate blankets and pillows. He comes back home one day and gives each of his pack mates a squishmallow to cuddle and sleep with, really drench it in their scents before it goes into his nest. Price and Simon don't think much of the change, and they only notice when Kyle says, "Johnny doesn't normally feed into these types of behaviors."
This causes the three of them to watch their omega a bit closer. The only thing they notice is that Johnny has made a new omega friend, and any unease they had is quelled.
The fourth month comes of you and Johnny knowing each other, and now you're both very close. He has a key to your place and swings by often. So much so that your home carries his scent and the trace scent of the alphas and beta from his pack. You and him do everything that pack omegas would do, together! Things such as shopping for nesting materials, visiting omega only cafĂŠs (and you're shocked truly that he hasn't done something like that), he's even gone shopping with you for heat toys to prepare for your upcoming heat (the look he gives you during that trip was one you couldn't really decipher. But his cheeks were pink often).
So much time being spent together means that things...tend to sync up.
Johnny is the first to notice it when his heat is a week late. He confirms that he's not been accidentally pupped by his pack (they are all very careful with not getting him pregnant). The doctor laughs at him and says with a smile on his face, "Your body is probably trying to sync up with a new pack mate."
Johnny is shocked with news, and it's even more true when you start complaining about your own heat not showing up.
"Johnny, I went and saw my primary. She said my hormones are okay, but my body is preparing for a heat soon... Do you think we synced up?" You whisper on the phone with him. It's a bit later in the evening and you've been worried all day since your own appointment. Your heat was due two weeks ago. "I won't be able to make it back to my family in time to be looked after."
"Well, bonnie Bunny." He says quietly, he's laying in his own nest. Simon's shirt fits loosely on him, and the sweats he stole from Gaz fit for the most part. He's got his face in the stuffed animal that smells like cigar smoke and teakwood and notes of the expensive cologne that Price likes to sometimes wear. "My own doctor thinks we're synced up, haven't told my pack yet, but the doctor is suggesting that my team and I be benched until the new break through heat comes."
"Oh Johnny, I'm so sorry." You whimper. "I didn't think this would happen -"
"Nothing to say sorry for bonnie." His voice is low, "I think it's a good thing. I've finally got the push to ask you if you want to, uh...formally meet my pack. They know your scent, and they like it." He chuckles at the memory of Simon inhaling the lingering scent of you from a pillow case he took for his own nest. Another thing that close omegas did was share nesting items and comfort each other.
You're silent for a moment, and it worries him. There's a sigh, it's dreamy in a way, "I'll admit, seeing you with those three on base was nice. I may be respectful, but I'm not blind."
He's grinning like the Cheshire cat. Johnny has always wanted another omega in the pack, but most omegas were either afraid of Simon or put off by Price (he's a bit of a control freak). They also didn't want to be brought into a military ran pack with the chance of one of them randomly getting killed in action. It's fate really that both of your bodies decided to sync up like airpods.
The next morning at the breakfast table, before they all get pulled in different directions for the day, Johnny sets down his lab reports in front of Price. He's not daft. He knows that they know his heat is late. Kyle had made a mention of it in passing that he had stocked up on everyone's favorite snacks and whatnot and that they have not used them yet. At the time Johnny just shrugged, feeling sluggish but nowhere near ready or wanting to be knotted and fucked stupid.
Price raises an eyebrow as he sips his coffee, "You had an appointment and didn't tell us?" He seems a bit hurt. Like if something was wrong with any of his boys, his loves, he would have noticed it. Sure, Johnny's heat was late, but that's happened before when he was stressed over a mission or the outcome of a mission. He chalked it up to the last op they were on, nasty work, but they all made it back in one piece.
"Yeah." Johnny makes himself a plate of food and grabs the orange juice from the fridge. "Been feeling off lately, and it's a new break through heat cycle forming."
This time, it's Simon who snorts. He's not one for random changes. He remembers when his father would have random changes to his rut, and it always meant that he had been cheating on his mom. He really doesn't want to assume the worst right away. "What are you trying to say, Johnny?"
"I want you guys to meet my friend." He says with a small smile, "The friend that smells like toasted marshmallows and sugar cane."
The guys all perk up about that bit of information. The air in the room seemed to be charged with anticipation. Common knowledge that omegas tended to keep their omega friends separate from their packs to avoid issues. Their darling Johnny had found a friend, a new pack mate, and was trying to gauge if they would all accept her. Kyle is the first to break the silence.
"Well." The chair creaks as he leans back in it. In thought, "Is she the reason your cycle has been thrown off, and is that stack of papers from your doctor about to bench us until your break through heat is over?"
He feels a bit sheepish at being called out. "I really like her, and I've been to her house and seen her nest and I'd like to show her mine" he rattles off hastily, "nothing has happened besides us hanging out, and you guys like her scent and well..." Johnny thinks over his next words carefully. He doesn't want to offend his mates, and he doesn't want to put them on the spot. The deep sigh he lets out is long and he listens as John shifts through the doctor orders and suggestions about being benched while waiting for a new heat cycle to happen.
"Tell us Johnny." Kyle reaches over and grabs his hand lovingly. "We won't be mad."
"I get lonely sometimes and normally I can keep a good balance but sometimes you just need that extra bit to make it whole and I think she's that extra bit that could make, me- us whole." He quickly corrects, but everyone already heard.
The reality that Johnny wanted another omega in the pack settled on everyone. It was sudden but understandable. Two alphas and a beta (who leaned more towards being an alpha sometimes) could be a bit much on one omega. They didn't need to think it over, just feeling the dull scent of honey apples coming from him says it all.
John looks up from the papers and smiles gently, "Sure, we'll meet her and go from there." Getting up, he downs the rest of his coffee and moves to put his dishes away. "I'll get the paperwork put in for stand-by medical leave for us. Pick someplace comfortable for you and her, you little muppet."
Johnny can only grin about this change of events.
He's also very excited to experience a synced heat with another omega in his pack. But he's not the only one if the dreamy look on Kyle's face and how Simon looks to be excited is anything to go by.
Hybrid!Wolf!Ghost is fucking feral. He's always been too good at managing his ruts, hiding away in his room and pathetically jerking off to try and make himself feel better no matter how desperately he wants to shove his cock in any holeâ he's good at self-control.
Good at self-control until you come along. A much smaller cat hybrid, too bitchy and too good for even taking suppressants, driving the men in base insane with your scent. His first instinct is to attackâ to latch his sharp teeth into your neck and shake you around until he erases that annoying, smug smirk off of your face.
You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, hand pushing down on the middle of your spine to test your flexibility while he thrusts into you at a brutal pace, pulling out only to slam his cock into you with a singular forceful thrust.
Low groans and growls mix in with your whiny moans, slick making his cock glisten every single time he tries to pull out only to be sucked back in by your needy cunt. Your body and scent are making his body haywire, forcing him to lean down and desperately rub his face on the back of your neck, trying to mark you with his scent despite the awkward angle.
Simon's thrusts are brutal, bruising your cervix more and more every single time his meaty thighs slam against your ass. His warm hands hold onto your waist and use your own body as leverage to stuff your cunt, stomach flexing as pleasure begins to coil within him.
He slams himself as deep as possible, forcing you to take him to the base as his knot begins to swell into you. He holds you in place, barely pulling out anymore, yet still fucking into you with the same intensity, shooting ropes of hot cum right into your fertile womb, breeding you.
Half-lidded brown eyes stare down at you when you start to whine underneath him, soothingly running a hand up and down your back to get you to relax while his knot keeps you tied and vulnerable.
Hi. Sorry. Can't stop thinking about massive Alpha Simon held up in a corner overlooking a bar. Glaring at anyone and everyone. Tough OP. Johnny's in the hospital, Kyle is sitting with him, and John is dangling someone over a ledge right now. His whole Alpha Pack is trying to mend itself together and here he is. Getting drunk.
Doesn't matter. Not when your table can't stop looking, can't stop whispering, can't stop licking their chops over this massive Alpha with the biggest attitude, biceps, thighsâand everything in betweenâaround.
You aren't being so obvious, but you can't help but look too. You know you aren't the one that will get taken in the bathroom. Or alleyway. Or to wherever this Alpha calls his den. No, that's for your Omega friends who dragged you out of your cubby (you call an apartment) and begged you to hang out. Ypu knew that it's safer for an Omega to have a Beta around, someone who will make sure the Omegas were looked after and safe, but even if you were being used as a babysitter, you still enjoyed everyone's company.
Except for the Alpha who caught the attention of all of your friends. Who made their sweet, syrupy scents fluff up and drown the entire table, and flowing throughout the bar to reach him. Who giggled, twirled their hair, their gum, the straw in their drink, as they eyefucked him and begged for him to take one of them. Maybe all of them.
It's happened before. Long night for you, staying out in the hallway as it happened, all to make sure that they got home safely.
You couldn't help it. You couldn't just leave. You had to help. You had to make sure the Omegas were okay. You just couldn't walk.
You figured it would be the same as before. Your stomach twisted and you wished you could have more to drink, but you knew you shouldn't.
Poor Beta. Taking care of everyone else, but never you, huh?
Probably why Simon can't stop looking at you. Drinking you in as you starting drinking water. As you buy the entire table food and make sure the Omegas ate.
Yeah, they're beautiful. They can get him going. He knows they are absolutely Johnny's type, but you...little Beta.
You have the Alphas attention.
Maybe it's why everyone is surprised when a special meal, a sheppards pie, is placed in front of you. You couldn't even tell the bartender that you didn't order it before he points to Simon in the corner and leaves.
Everyone is shocked, you included.
Your mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water. Everyone is staring at you like you sabotaged them. Like you did this on purpose.
Providing food, a meal, nutrients, to another was beyond words. Providing for someone who you didn't know was unheard of, unless it's an Alpha wanting an Omega.
Your shoulders drop, and you know what had happened. He smelt someone else and thought it was you.
Wasn't the first time it'd happen. Won't be the last. Begrudgingly, and with the stares of your friends as you slowly walked over to his table holding the delicious smelling, warm and most perfect pie (its your favorite. You eat one every birthday dinner, just as a little treat for yourself) and stop in front of him.
He can't stop smiling.
The curl of his lips, like he won a prize. The scars tugging his flesh in opposite ways, but spoke to your instincts and told you that he was a survivor. That he had been through war, battles, trials. He had clawed his way out of hell and lived to tell the tale. His brown eyes, almost black under the warm lighting, gleamed with a sense of pride.
Little Beta wanted to eat the meal with the Alpha that provided it. How sweet.
"I-I think you made a mistake, Alpha." Your voice was soft, but strong. You wavered, but you kept eye contact as you told the biggest Alpha around that he was wrong.
Fuck, Simon was so hard under the table.
"Mm, that right, little Beta?" You nodded your head, turning your head to look back at your table before stopping, slowly turning back to the predator before with wide eyes.
"I-uh, I'm sorry. You know I'm a Beta?" Your eyebrows twisted together, confusion heavily coming off you, and Simon could feel the beginning of his knot slowly form. He groaned lowly, free hand gripping his cock over his pants and squeezing. The motion is not lost on you, and Simon smirked as your pupils widened and your breath hitched.
"Of course, sweet thing. Why else did I get you the pie?" Your shoulders slightly lifted, but you couldn't stop your mouth from watering as the smells of the herbs, the meat, the potatoes filled your lungs with every second you held it. You know you should give it to the Omegas. You know he's toying with you. No Alpha actually wants a Betaâ
"Gotta get your strength for tonight, Beta. No quittin' on me while I'm knotting you, got it?"
And oh....if that didn't sink you into the seat directly in front of him, eyes wide with hearts plastered over them as you began to eat in front of him, showing the Alpha what a good Beta you could be. You could listen. You could eat. You could take his knotâ
Simon just smiles at you, ignoring your table who is fidgeting to get you back and to get a piece of the Alpha. He encourages you to eat and drink water as he drinks his last beer and surrounds himself with your coy scent, subtle and hidden but there. And growing.
Sweet Beta will be so perfect taking Simon's knot.
Maybe he can get you to stay around. Help take care of his pack.
Maybe he'll give you a reason to stick around (or two).
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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.
âYou guys are back. Where are your packs at I can put them in the wash before the sheets if you need them for tomorrow?â 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.
âWe 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.â 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.
âI 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.â Johnnys face lits up hearing you. Kyle tightens his hold on you, John and Simon both smile knowing this means you arenât going anywhere.
âHow are you going to purr if your omega is hiding? You donât have to hurt your vocal cords trying to force your purr out. Cleaning is more than enough Bonnie.â 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.
âWell actually she reappeared while you guys were gone.â That definitely was not the response they were expecting. âShe seems happy and feels safe. Iâve 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.â You load in the bed sheets and start the washing machine. You turn around and see a shit eating grin on Johnnys and Simonâs face but an inquisitive one on Johnâs and Kyleâs.
âWhat things have you been keeping at bay sweet omega?â John ask as he steps closer to you. You canât back up much since you are so close to the washing machine. You tilt your head up to see him.
âThings 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.â 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. âIs that all youâve been keeping at bay? You wouldnât be withholding any information from us now would you princess?â 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, âTsk tsk, you know better than to muffle your sweet moans from us. What are you hiding from us. Now donât lie to us.â
Your sweetly lemon scent fills the small laundry room. Making the menâs head feel fuzzy. Theyâve 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. âHave 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.â
âI want one so bad but nest isnât right and bed needs to be made.â 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. âLetâs 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. Letâs scratch your other itches first.â 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. âAre you sure youâre ready for the next step? I donât want you to feel like you have to be here for my heat or to take one of their knots. Youâve 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.â
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. âWith you there Johnny Iâm sure everything will be fine. Now you said something about stretching me.â Johnny doesnât 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 itâs for him.
âNo you need to eat. Alphas take care of their omegas. Iâll feed you first then Iâll eat. Kyle is already feeding Johnny. Now open up and let me feed you.â 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. âAre you two torturing Kyle?â Kyle explains the situation and the smile just grows on Simonâs 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 wonât 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, âWould you like your help taking your alphas knot?â 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 Simonâs chest. Soon the room is filled with the sounds of two omegas purrs.
psychopathy - alpha!simon riley x omega!reader (MDNI)
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omegaverse smut with loser simon riley who thinks heâs damaged goods but even that wonât stop him.
(aka heâs so fucking obsessed with you and yet is so convinced that heâs not worthy enough for you that he sneaks into your office to fuck a pair of your used panties)
possession. bone deep obsession. everywhere he goes, youâre fucking there. maybe not physically, but traces of your scent, of your being, linger. a mug you sipped your coffee out of every morning that he stands by too long, the clear, sticky sheen of your chapstick still present on the rim (âsimon, the fuckinâ a/c in here is on too godsdamned high all the time, it wrecks my lipsâ). the gun you had just used out on the range that you had meticulously cleaned before placing it back in the armory that he canât help but sniff like a damn thing possessed as he walks by, your scent all but ingrained in the metal after spending so much time by your side. then, the tiny fucking post-it notes with your messy script littered around base, little reminders to yourself about plans and paperwork. no one notices when a few go missing, stuffed together in a wadded mess in the front pocket of his cargo pants. anything to keep a little piece of you closer to him. one post-it he stole sits in the top corner of the mirror in his private bathroom (perks of being an officer) is a messy reminder he swiped off of your desk a few months prior, a small coffee stain in the corner from where your mug from that morning had sat on it.
meeting with simon @ 13:30 (:
it was the smiley face scrawled after the little reminder that had really made his heart skip a beat, the ugly sense of need overtaking any rational thought. the small spark of innocent joy making his head go haywire.
simon is fucked. in more ways than one. sure, the fact that heâs absolutely obsessed with you is definitely part of it, but beyond that, he knows that he could never actually get close to you in the way that he craves. heâs broken. damaged. an irreparable, miserable excuse of an alpha that is little more than a living, breathing weapon.
none of that stops him from wanting it though. from spiraling.
and one day, he feels it. the feverish itch deep in his being, the very first signs of pre-rut. he knows what heâs supposed to do, what he should do, but the possessive, obsessive part of his fucked-up mind is hyperfocused on one thing and one thing only: you.
it starts small. he knows you go to the gym every morning before settling down to do some paperwork in your office, and he knows you keep your dirty gym clothes, rife with your sweet omega pheromones, tucked away under your desk. so, he sneaks in when you step out for a moment, determined to just snag a single piece of your clothing, just to keep the ugly beast inside him at bay. to keep him from doing something he knows youâd regret.
but, oh dear gods above. someone is watching out for him somewhere in the universe, because sitting right at the top of the bag is the pair of the panties you had worn to the gym, neatly-folded like itâs a present waiting just for him. he could cry from the way your heady, sweet scent wraps around him as he pulls the still-slightly damp scrap of fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. his eyes roll back, a deep growl ripping itself from his chest. he doesnât even care that the pheromones - your pheromones - are slightly stale on the fabric. itâs you. his mind is reeling, and the feverish itch climbs ever closer to its peak, and he can feel his rut barreling towards him at full-force.
his logical side knows he needs to keep his distance. he knows heâs not good enough for you, that he could never be the alpha you need. but fuck, how he wishes he could be. he glances at the door for a moment, attempting to gauge how much time he has before you get back, but his rut-addled mind is slow, thoughts sliding through honey-thick. all he can focus on is your scent, and the way his cock presses heavily against his cargos.
he doesnât even think. he pushes out from underneath your desk, but he doesnât go far. he settles behind your desk, his back to the wall to keep his sight on the door. he tells himself itâs to make sure he can see when the lock starts jiggling, so he can pretend this never happened, but a part of him, a sick, twisted, damaged part of him, is hoping that you will catch him (and that youâll like it).
your panties are pressed back to his nose as he quickly unbuttons his cargo pants, his cock thick and heavy and already weeping as his scarred finger sweeps over the slit. his eyes roll back as he takes himself into his hand properly, stroking quickly as he huffs at your sweet scent.
but itâs not enough. itâs not enough.
his hand is rough, and no matter how much pre-cum leaks from his angry red slit, itâs not nearly as pleasurable as he knows sinking into your tight, slick heat would be. he groans in frustration, tears of obsessive need pricking at the corners of his eyes. he throws his head back as his thumb brushes over the particularly sensitive underside of the head of his cock, but itâs still not enough.
well, if he canât fuck you, heâll take the next best thing.
he brings your panties down to his cock, wrapping them around his length as a barrier, your pheromones wrapping around his cock in a mockery of the way he wants them to, and he starts fucking up into his hand in earnest. itâs better, but all he can think about is mounting you and fucking you stupid until his knot locks you together. as the images flash through his mind, he leans forward, his free hand holding onto the carpet as he adjusts himself so that he is on his hands and knees, completely fucking into your panties like he wishes he could fuck into you.
heâs so close. surrounded by your pheromones that have soaked into your office space, he doesnât think heâs ever been this close to absolute ecstasy. the pistoning of his hips is getting sloppy, and he can feel his balls tightening, but then he hears it. your keys engaging the lock on your office door. heâs fully panting now, trying desperately to reach his release before you get inside, so that you donât have to witness the true level of his depravity.
he hears the lock click open, and that is what sends him over the edge. he cums loudly, growls and groans and your name falling past his lips as his cum soaks the panties still wrapped in his hand.
heâs still on his hands and knees, his massive body shaking from the magnitude of the release as he tries to catch his breath, and he hears your keys clatter to the floor, accompanied by a sharp gasp of surprise.
Alpha!Simon practically gnawing at the flesh on his arm, talons digging into muscled thighs as he gets a sniff of your scent, the sickly smell of honey glazed cherries.
Youâre such a pretty mess, all whiny in his sheets later, slick coating your inner thigh as you moan out, sweat clinging to your skin. So impatient for him :(
Heâs all over you, licking at your neck like a rapid dog, teeth grazing every artery as he inhales, cock rushing with blood.
âA-Alpha,â you whine, ass flush in the air, presenting to him, âI need you.â
His growl is feral, claws digging into your hips as he relentlessly pounds into you, walls gripping his cock as they clench in submission. Youâre so complacent, so perfect for him.
His omega.
âTake this fucking knot baby, gonna pump you full of a litter. Gonna look so perfect all rounâ with my babies, ainât you?â
Your moan was enough as your slick gushes down your pussy, cries gaping from wall to wall as your pulled back against Simonâs chest, hair thrown to the side as he sinks his teeth into your neck and sucks.
His thrusts get sloppy as he sucks in the metallic taste, knot forming as he cums, ropes of silk filling your tight hole up, ready to stick and give you kids.
