#alpha (oc)

i would like an alpha upper classmen and trouble maker omega(male) reader?

maybe he's always so bougie and above himself because he doesn't give into his own instincts, and he's more responsible?

but maybe reader is always acting up and that irks him but what truly makes him crack is him getting his rut early after school?

rough and feral sex

STUCK UP LITTLE ALPHA🍰

batch. . .☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)chu🍨 . . . upperclassmen alpha x troublemaker omega male reader

batch ingredients. . .(｡・//ε//・｡)🍮 . . . made it take place in university(boarding) type school so it's legal(age range 18-20 so they seem passable to be idiots) , crushing , fights , rimming , slick eating , overstimulation , desk sex , fake enemies to lovers , teasing , being full of ones self aka narcissism , feral behavior , rough sex , self lubricant(can count as raw dogging) , breeding kink , degradation , almost getting caught , early ruts , heat triggering , scent kink , choking , asshole referred to as pussy/cunt

bakers note. . .( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡🍡 . . . i never proofread. can someone pay for my janitor ai proxy. a little longer than my usual fics. wrote this at 2am if it makes no sense im sorry💔

you were so insufferable it drove him crazy. you acted like you had no representation here— he knew omegas didn't know better but you..you definitely didn't know any better. everyday he was notified by everyone, even teachers about your behavior. you'd get into random fights on the premises, and even if you weren't in a fight you'd walk in with new bruises from small accidents like messing up during home ec.

and they couldn't really..kick you out per se. you were a prized omega as ironic as that sounded. you were sent here to be modeled into a perfect omega in the first place. clearly it wasn't working.

"mornin' alpha." he hated when you called him that. i mean, it was respectful to address and alpha with such a title but it's the way you had said it. he would pause his motions , turning to you slowly. "yes. what is it you need?" he could see you holding in some stupid joke. "don't give me that look— i really do need somethin'!" and each and every time you came to him for 'needing something' you needed absolutely nothing other than to annoy him.

mainly because I'm thinking about what would happen if the story setup stays the same, but with the inclusion of aerion's twin?

so! here's the adopted sibling or cousin or close-ish relative to the first twin!targ!oc post

targ!oc, NO targcest, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics & prejudices, alpha!dunk, omega!aerion, alpha!oc, alpha!daeron, alpha!maekar, alpha!baelor, alpha!valarr, omega!tanselle, runaway egg stressing his family out, canon-typical violence, canon-typical menace!aerion, etc, etc, etc.

(this is gonna be a long one. the actual dunkaerion might show up in the next post.)

once again, in this society, alphas are meant to watch over omegas, and as aerion's twin and an alpha, alaena is supposed to watch over him when they're all going down to ashford. presumably, daeron was meant to mind aegon (egg) but we all know how that goes. maekar is trying to keep everyone together, but there's not much he can do when daeron runs away with egg and then lets egg go. maekar can't very well send his alpha daughter out after the youngest - yes, she's the only other alpha there and probably the only one who maekar could trust to look after egg, but that would leave aerion unguarded and unminded except for maekar himself and the kingsguard.

so alaena is put in charge of getting herself and aerion to camp with half the kingsguard while papa maekar goes looking for egg and daeron with the other half. so many social and societal and cultural issues going on there too - people instinctively defer to aerion because of his gender, and alaena has to properly use maekar's name to get folks to listen. if baelor and valarr are there too, they can vouch for alaena, but until then, it's a mess - the twins were taught to manage their scents so it wouldn’t disturb the peace, and they weren’t meant to use their scents to get their way.

the twins run into dunk separately - aerion was meant to wait for alaena while she got royal duties squared away, but that's his younger sister, twin and alpha or not. so he went to get his horse dealt with first and hustled off after being rude to dunk. alaena comes around a couple minutes later following her brother's trail, runs into dunk taking care of aerion's horse, also assumes dunk is in fact a stable boy, but no. she's a lot more polite about it though, and formally apologetic for the misunderstanding. and then less formally apologetic for aerion's behavior when she overhears some of the groomsmen or guards chatting.

now, egg's obviously found ser dunk by now, and is pretty much having a decently grand old time hanging out with the big hedge knight while his dad's panicking in the search party. alaena would swear she's caught egg's scent a few times, but it may just be that there are other young kids about in the tourney audience and that milky-pup scent has mixed in with everyone else's. still, egg's had to double back and hide behind dunk a few times when he saw alaena's head start turning in his direction with furrowed brow and head tilted to catch scents.

now, no one can deny that alaena is allowed to enter the tourney as an alpha - or rather, maekar probably signed her up to enter the tourney to represent the family in addition to daeron. aerion isn't allowed to participate, by way of being an omega, and that irritates him greatly. he'll find a way to get what he wants, though.

as much as maekar puts a lot of unnecessary responsibility on alaena's shoulders, she’s still his daughter, and he still cares for her, so he’s probably going to try to ensure that she only does the non-combative parts of the tourney. alaena won't go for it, that hurts her pride too much, so she aims to tilt against as many people as she can manage. while alaena is more trained for the more precise jousting things like tilting at rings and quintains, she also wants to try her hand against jousting other people for the first time, especially as maekar isn’t there to see what she’s up to and it's not like her uncle baelor is going to tell her no once she rides up in her armor.

realistically, if alaena is going against male alphas and betas, she doesn't get very far into the lists. enough to get a nice amount of pocket money even after she loses and ransoms her things back, and enough where it’s not an embarrassment for her to have lost or for opponents to lose to her. it’d be a little more fun to have lyonel baratheon be the one to unseat her, and not even on the first go. if she found out he was knocking crests off people’s helms to toss to the crowd, she’s switching her setup for plainer gear. still sturdy, still fitting, but not decorative. still fighting under her father’s banner - people probably think it’s daeron or maybe aerion, so when she takes off her helmet after losing and reveals that she’s princess alaena targaryen, that would be a fun surprise for the audience.

would aerion have been allowed to join? probably not. he’d probably try anyway, and alaena may have predicted that he'd try even if maekar didn’t think he would. alaena had whoever aerion was going against switch horses with hers - aerion’s not stupid enough to not recognize his twin’s horse, and he’s not likely to stick that particular horse through the neck once he recognizes the specific scent attached to the horse, or the specific braids and ribbons in the horse’s mane, or the specific armor that aerion had commissioned for both their horses.

aerion’s not nice about knocking his opponent down, though, for all that he changed targets at the last second. maybe he stuck his opponent in the leg or the lower belly or the groin, that’s plenty injurious and personally dishonorable without killing the horse, and it causes enough drama to halt the whole thing for the day.

alaena runs into dunk again after she's been eliminated from the lists. again, there’s a suspicious, vaguely familiar scent about him, but with this many people, alaena still can’t be sure that it’s egg one way or another. she does try to offer dunk money as an apology for aerion’s behavior and to help him out a little on his quest to join the tourney. dunk, of course, would decline, pride and all, so alaena pivots and notes that he must have a young squire with him, looking after his things. dunk’s got a scent of pup about him, non-related, must be a young squire. so why not take some coin and let the boy have some fun? could afford them good, hearty meals for the rest of their time there, some form of entertainment that wouldn’t hurt dunk’s pockets any, things for the horses. if not for the apology, then for the boy.

now, alaena isn't quite savvy enough to know that well-meaning charity could come off as pitying, being a targaryen princess in her own right and not having much of an understanding of the smallfolk and what the well-meaning actions of someone like her mean to people like them. however, it’s not like dunk’s going to take too much offense to an alpha lady trying to look after a pup, even if dunk and alaena are about the same age. if alaena had pressed the issue about aerion being rude - and she wouldn’t since dunk’s scent was starting to read uncomfortable and embarrassed, and cleared up once she pivoted to looking after the little squire - then it would have been a different story. alaena still doesn’t understand the pitying = embarrassment aspect of things, she only noted that track 1 (apology money) was going to lead nowhere and track 2 (money for the kid’s sake) was getting her results, so there she goes, operating off alpha instincts and scent hints.

so when alaena goes looking in her money pouch, dunk might start worrying if she starts pulling out gold dragons, but she’s pulling out some silver stags and a small handful of copper pennies. for the squire, she reminds him, if his scent starts going uncomfortable again. she’s got a little brother, she knows how much growing little boys eat and how much little boys like their toys and trinkets. he’s at a tourney, have fun! let the boy have fun too!

when dunk comes back with the money, egg can probably scent his sister in this matter, and when dunk relays that the lady targaryen had said she had a little brother, knew how much they ate and how much they liked toys, egg might feel a little bad about hiding from her, but that guilt gets quickly overwritten in favor of getting a wider variety of hot, fresh food - food that’s not salt beef and porridge.

ah i'm bored so i'll skip. egg's been dodging his family the whole time, especially the twins, but he does go running to get dunk when the puppet fiasco occurs.

and that was a mess too. aerion had gone and seen the puppets, but he didn't know that alaena was a returning viewer of the show elsewhere in the audience. aerion got mad about the dragon getting killed and tried leveraging the kingsguard to break up the puppet tent and smash up the puppets, only there's his little alpha sister getting in the way again, telling them to stand down on royal orders. this time, she's protecting an omega that's not him. protecting egg is one thing, that's family. but a peasant? a stranger? that simply will not stand.

aerion flies at tanselle, about to rip her hair out, break her fingers, something, only alaena gets in the way, practically tackles him, more like. aerion's temper is hitting the extremes now, and he claws at alaena's face when she's trying to talk him down while also trying to restrain his limbs or pin him down or something.

and now there's blood flying, tanselle knocked over, the prince tussling on the ground with a dark-haired girl, alpha scent going wild, omega scents going wild, people have no idea whose scent is whose but it smells like the place is burning down around them. alaena has managed to drape herself over tanselle as much as she can to protect the omega under attack - not much extra coverage at all, since they're about the same height - and dunk comes in just as aerion gets up and starts kicking at alaena. dunk smacks aerion one good time across the face and sends him half-flying across the space before turning to haul who he thinks is tanselle to her feet.

now. from dunk's perspective, there's the prince kicking a crumpled-up dark-haired girl in common clothes. egg had said that the prince was hurting the puppeteer, only when the girl dunk's pulled up looks up at him in vague horror, it's blood streaming into dark blue-violet eyes, not brown, that dunk sees. tanselle herself is moving to stand up from where she was being protected by the girl dunk has manhandled, the targaryen princess, and tanselle is looking not too much the worse for wear aside from being understandably very shaken. 

the kingsguard is about ready to snatch dunk up both for hitting the prince and grabbing the princess. aerion's anger has blown through the roof to the point where he can barely respond save for turning his scent sour and rotten, making everyone in the area including the kingsguard sick. then aerion starts ordering the kingsguard to punish dunk for what he's done, only alaena is also ordering them to halt. the kingsguard ought to mind what an alpha royal says over an omega, but some mind what a prince says over a princess, then there's the argument as to who's older, so there's a bit of confusion and the kingsguard are about ready to fight amongst themselves until egg runs up and reveals himself as a prince.

things get complicated from then on while dunk's being held in a cell. dunk did lay hands on aerion, but it was in defense of a princess, technically. but then an alpha (dunk) did lay hands on an omega (aerion). but then that omega (aerion) did almost claw out an alpha's (alaena's) eyes first, and that's just not done in this society, especially when it's a male of royal status going after a female of equal royal status. not proper at all.

baelor does his talking with dunk, maekar's busy dressing down alaena and aerion for scrapping like stray dogs over a bone in the street. maekar is more critical of alaena after finding out she's not going to lose her eye or her vision after all, just a nasty scratch down the middle of her eyelid that needs treated and bandaging so it doesn't get infected, along with the other scratches on her face.

according to maekar, alaena is meant to watch over her brother and mind his temper and she let him get that far into disgracing the family name to the point of exposing himself as a wildly unhappy omega? she couldn't stop him sooner? she's an alpha, he's an omega, why couldn't she manage even that much? and to be protecting some nobody omega over protecting her twin? and then the whole puppet show, she let that happen without comment too? that insult?

aerion, of course, goes for the trial of seven, trying to invoke daeron’s and alaena's dishonor in the whole affair, only daeron wanted nothing to do with it and alaena is smarting from being castigated for not managing her brother better. i imagine that aerion wanted alaena fighting for him as she always did until today, only maekar refuses to let her participate, being injured and having one eye bandaged and all, on top of having joined the jousts against permission when she was only supposed to do the non-combative parts of the tourney.

alaena, then, would elect to join dunk’s side. not to betray her brother or her father, but because it’s the right thing to do. of course, her uncle baelor joins dunk’s side too in the end, and then there’s other knights that alaena doesn’t much know aside from lyonel baratheon, the laughing storm. maybe robin rhysling, who lost an eye during a joust, she'd have heard of him. not raymun fossoway, though, not until he shows up.

essentially, if maekar had let alaena join at the start and hadn't frozen her out, she would have stood by her brother. not out of support, but out of loyalty. he’s a wretch and a rat and the cause of all this trouble besides being the one to hurt her face, but that’s her big brother. that’s her twin. alaena would have standing by aerion regardless and she’ll protect him from himself and his consequences as she’s always done, and they’ll deal with the fallout and personal injuries later amongst themselves. maekar means to be looking out for his daughter and is trying to look out for his son, but the twins both have minds of their own that aren’t aligned with what their father wants for them.

now that she’s taken up with dunk’s side, replacing ser humfrey hardyng, that’s a whole other game going on. it’s almost instantly obvious to the crowd that the family is divided. egg is panicking, dunk and raymun have been sick, alaena is almost going to be sick, it’s rough all around. but then again, once maekar recognizes his daughter’s armor, he’s making sure to tell the kingsguard to leave her well alone. he’ll cheat for his son, he’ll cheat for his daughter, even if he’s bawling her and baelor out for going against family.

there’s a little quiet moment between the twins before everything starts, after aerion finds out alaena is going against him. maybe he sneaks into her prep tent while she’s getting her armor on, and they have a moment alone. he feels betrayed, it’s in his scent, but a deep betrayal, like his whole worldview is shaken. he thought she’d be with him forever and always, but then. maekar didn’t let her join with them, else she would have stayed, right? and her eye’s bandaged up, can’t see through it, and she just looks... not disappointed, but resigned. disappointment would have been easier to bear, it meant that she at least held him to a standard that he had fallen short of. but resignation? that means he’d done what she expected he’d do - be a temperamental omega again, get them into trouble again. only this time she’s not there to help him get out of it.

aerion’s scent probably goes bad for a bit at this too-late realization, and alaena is moving to try to comfort him after a little wait - rubbing her wrists against his neck to scent him and reassure him. she doesn’t smell of resignation and of throwing aerion away, she smells more of resolution. alaena tells him that if this is what it takes for aerion to learn to manage himself, to behave himself, then this is what she’ll do. she’s been cleaning up after him for far too long, and mama’s not there to help either of them figure out what to do, and she’s not mama, but aerion’s gotta learn sometime. and if that means she’s dead at the end of it, so be it.

of course, the concept of alaena dying in this whole thing really does hammer into place for aerion just how serious this is now. death of all seven of one side or either he or dunk yielding. aerion’s too proud to yield, and dunk is a true knight who stood up for the weak, so there’s no yielding there.

i’m sure if aerion had called the whole thing off at that point, there’d be humiliation and he’d have to admit his wrong in the whole thing and that’s a whole kettle of fish around omega actions and his own as a prince and all that, but it’d be over with. 

but i want fighting, so here we go.

the trial of seven starts, alaena's plan is to go knock daeron off his horse as he'd asked and then go to protect the other knights on dunk’s side. she knows lyonel can joust at least, and dunk’s pretty big so he should be fine, and uncle baelor is good too, but she doesn’t really know about the others’ combat skills except that raymun just got knighted about five whole minutes ago and ser rhysling is a good jouster but is blind in one eye. point being, alaena doesn’t want them to die because of her foolish twin, so there she goes.

maekar sees that daeron got laid out and that alaena was the one to do it, so he knows that his daughter isn’t killing her brother. but she keeps getting in between the kingsguard and the targets she’s protecting and in general being a nuisance, but at least she’s not going after aerion herself.

and then aerion starts screaming across the field and both alaena and maekar alert to that. alaena takes off first, going off pure instinct to protect her brother, and maekar’s trying to get to his son but people are in his way - might be easier for him to see alaena disappearing into the fog to get to her twin though, he figures that she’s not likely to kill aerion, and if anyone could get him to yield painlessly, it’d have to be his sister.

only alaena gets intercepted by steffon fossoway, and she doesn’t know much about him but that she’s heard he’s a traitor, having pretty much promised dunk to help him and going to join aerion’s side instead. alaena might help set him up to get taken out by his cousin raymun. 

the whole thing’s taken her back to where maekar and baelor and the laughing storm are fighting, and alaena is exhausted and hurt and disoriented and can barely see, much less move well, but she goes to try to help... someone. instinct probably drives her to try to get between her father and all the damage he’s tanking, only everyone’s running on high adrenaline and everything’s a noisy, fighting mess. screaming, yelling, metal smashing on metal, wood snapping from lances breaking, horses running amok and with their riders off them and generally making horse noises, the audience sounds, the sounds of someone’s heartbeat in their head, heavy breathing echoing inside the helms, pain and pain and pain and pure instinct making people duck and weave and hold their shields up and swing their weapons around-

and it's the hardest thing she's ever done but it's for family, alaena is doing this for her family. as an alpha, as a daughter of house targaryen, a princess, she's swinging and slashing and ducking and fighting - she's never fought before, has she, not in anything as big as this, but her brother needs her, her father needs her, she has get through this even if she's lost her shield, even if her feet are slipping in the mud, even if her arms and legs are turning to jelly and her neck is on fire from the weight of the helm-

somehow, the sharp pain that starts blooming across alaena's back and torso is a welcome relief. and it's a clarifying pain, isn't it, like fire, dragon's fire. it focuses her, or maybe that's the smell of blood that forces her alpha instincts to the surface to override her fatigue. so the princess snarls, alpha tones rumbling in her throat as she lifts her battered sword with renewed vigor and flies at the people threatening her pack, her family-

only, she starts feeling cold all of a sudden. there's ice, crawling into her veins out of nowhere and trying to freeze her where she stands. father is calling, and he's upset, isn't he, and alaena turns to try to smile at him and tell him it's alright, papa. aerion's alright, mama told them it was alright, a little rain and mud didn't hurt anyone-

darkness sweeps over her vision in a gentle wave, gentler than the ice, gentler than the fire before that. alaena feels herself falling away, but she plants her feet more solidly. alphas stay standing. targaryens stay standing. she won't fail her family, not again, but papa is calling again, and he's calling and calling but there's a strangeness in his voice, and there's a strangeness in uncle baelor's voice, too. there's a weight lifted off her shoulders and she can't see-

by the time it’s announced that aerion yields, there’s people helping each other off the field, raymun fossoway is victorious over his dishonorable cousin, dunk and aerion are bloodied up, everyone’s moving except for the heavily injured and the dead. 

ser humfrey beesbury, killed in the first charge.

and princess alaena targaryen, who's been whisked off the field to the healers' tents amidst prince maekar's shouts for his children and prince baelor holding him up.

(might be continued)

Plot (kinda): my Alpha!OC would be on the enemy's side (Still planning how), he gets captured by the Taskforce, and when they go to interrogate him, Omega!Gaz just freezes cause that's literally his soulmate.

Like... imagine u go to meet ur enemy and end up being destined to be. Cannot be me ngl.

Jealous Neteyam- A Ma Neteyam Special Episode

Pairing: Alpha Male OC x Aged up Omega Neteyam

Warnings: jealousy, insinuated sexual content, MDNI, alpha/omega dynamic, power imbalance, possessive behavior, threat of violence, PDA, etc.

A/N: Thank for this request nonnnie and everyone else that rooted for this "drabble". (Someone needs to teach me how to actually write a drabble because this ended up way too long). And thank you for being so patient<3

“Hold still.” Vamai hissed, free hand reaching out to put Neteyam back into place. The other omega, however, didn’t bother to give her words heed or even a second thought. Neteyam’s focused gaze remained trained on the pair across the clearing. 

“Who is she?” He mumbled, forcing his voice to remain calm and collected, an effort that became increasingly more difficult as he watched the delicate omega’s tail flicker back and forth in delight while grinning up at the Olo’eyktan. 

Day 7: Happy Memory

Confession hours bebee

Summary:

In this life, some live with two. Humans in looks, wolves in spirit, amongst them they are known as Wolfskin. In this world, they stay hidden as they expand, multiply and hunt...Baltimore is no exception.

Rana is one and also an FBI agent. When a serial killer leaves them facing a dead end, Jack brings forward Will Graham to help them; without knowing, Will is unique.

She will do anything to keep him safe. A task that will prove hard when a strong, lonely Alpha, Dr. Hannibal Lecter, enters their lives.

Pairing: Mads Mikkelsen Hannibal X Fem! OC Chapter Warnings: None

Previous - Chapter 2: A New Clue Next - Chapter 4: Proper Meeting & A New Body

Chapter 3: Cannibal Serial Killers & Mysterious Psychiatrists

The next day, Rana met Will at the HQ to accompany him to the morgue. Jack was currently at the Academy, talking with the young psychiatrist known as Dr. Bloom.

She was intelligent, young, and had worked with Will for a while. Jack wanted to put Will more out in the field; however, he knew the risks.

He went to the Academy to ask her opinion and her help, in case Will needed it. After his talk with him, it was clear to both that the man had a twisted sense of love for those girls and that he would soon go after the next one.

Will was the only one, who could truly help them and Jack could not dismiss him...not yet.

OS MESES desolados e sombrios em que as nuvens negras chegavam uivando do norte eram uma época de amargura e tristeza .

A neve caía em pedaços espessos e despencavam nas ruas desertas, se acumulando aos cantos da rua , atrapalhando a passagem de pedestres.

A neve pisoteada, cobrindo a estrada  a casa do ômega, estava salpicada de marrom e preto por conta do tráfego de pessoas

No vento frio da madrugada de inverno, Minato caminhava de volta pra casa, estava cansado e com sono, seu cio estava pra chegar e seu alfa [Nome] estava em missão.

A luz da lua iluminava o rosto cansado e pálido do ômega, seu casaco da cor branca estava sujo e molhado, seus cabelos bagunçados por causa do vento.

Finalmente chegando em sua casa onde morava com [Nome], destrancou a porta e entrou, chegou no banheiro e deixou a banheira enchendo com água morna,foi a seu quarto e separou um par de roupas leves .

Depois de um longo banho relaxante, se levantou da banheira, andando devagar tomando cuidado para não escorregar lá mesmo, ele dirigiu-se até a sua cama e vestiu as roupas que havia separado recentemente.

Antes mesmo de colocar a blusa, o loiro começou a sentir que estava quente demais para colocar uma blusa, sua respiração pesou de repente, e ele sabia o que aquilo significava.

Seu cio havia chagado.

Ficando exausto, Minato apenas deitou sobre sua cama ,se embolou em meio aos lençóis e fechou seus olhos sabendo que naquele momento ele passaria por uma das piores torturas existentes.

[...]

[Nome] estava de pé diante de minha cama.

Recuei com um sobressalto, me chocando contra a cabeceira, com a visão ofuscada pela luz de velas...

Senti uma maldita fisgada me acertar bem em meu pênis.

–Merda! —

Sinto como se tivesse uma onda de eletricidade me percorrendo no instante em que meus lábios encontram os dele,meu lobo se alegra e aquele escorregadio aumenta cada vez mais.

[Nome] me puxa contra seu corpo e eu o abraço com os braços e as pernas, respirando seu beijo, moldando meus lábios aos seus e sentindo-me como um ômega ao ser beijado pela primeira vez. É o tipo de troca que eu só havia lido nos livros e que imaginei não ser possível de vivenciar na vida real.

É como se tudo de mim se misturasse a tudo dele e nos tornasse um único ser que faz com que eu tenha a sensação de ter fogos de artificio explodindo dentro do meu coração.

O meu alfa é gentil, delicado e me beija com intensidade, seus dedos percorrendo minhas costas e chegando a minha bunda. Agarro os cabelos macios dele e gemo de encontro a sua boca macia.

Meu corpo queima e clama pelo dele,meu pênis vazando pré-gozo, meu ânus soltando aquele melado estranho.

Eu me esfrego em sua coxa, tentando encontrar alívio para meu pau duro e meus testículos inchados.

Com gentileza, ele me afasta, sua respiração ruidosa se misturando a minha. Toco meus lábios inchados com as pontas dos dedos e vejo fazer a mesma coisa, seu olhar me percorrendo e se detendo na camiseta que tem a barra erguida até a minha cintura.

Em um ato de ousadia, tiro a peça de algodão e ele estica a mão, tocando meus mamilos, seus dedos quentes me deixando arrepiado. Gemo com uma carícia tão singela e ele fecha os olhos, como se estivesse sendo torturado.

Estamos na mesma, poxa.

Aproximo e o livro da gravata e então, lentamente, começo a abrir os botões da sua camisa .

Ele chegou da missão e veio me chamar para um encontro, está até de terno.

— O que está fazendo? — pergunta com voz rouca.

— Não acha injusto que só você me veja?–

Ele entende o meu dilema e tira a camisa, tira a calça e fica somente de boxer preta, se livrando das meias e ficando de lado. Mesmo na baixa luminosidade, consigo ver a ereção dele.

Sento na cama e tiro a calça, em seguida me liberto do lençol embolado.

— Direitos iguais — digo com uma ousadia que eu não teria.

Ele se aproxima e faz com que eu deite de costas, ficando de lado. Ele olha para mim e lambe os lábios, se inclinando até sua respiração pairar acima de um mamilo .

Mordo o lábio no instante em que ele coloca a ponta da língua quente em cima do meu mamilo, não hesitando em abocanhá-lo e sugá-lo, os seus dentes "pastando" sobre ele.

Fecho os olhos e puxo os cabelos dele,gemendo baixinho quando belisca meu outro mamilo com o indicador e o polegar, me deixando mais exitado ,com o pau duro igual rocha que a todo momento friccionava na minha cueca toda molhada.

[Nome] continua a me acariciar, passando para o outro mamilo e me fazendo gemer mais alto, o pulsar em minhas pernas se torna mais 'violento' e algo começa a se formar no fundo do meu abdômen.

— Eu quero mais — peço baixinho.

Ele atende ao meu pedido e me beija, ficando por cima de mim e deixando que eu passe as pernas ao seu redor, esfregando meu pau em sua ereção.

— Você está me deixando maluco — fala de encontro a minha boca, lambendo e chupando meu lábio inferior. — Não acha que está brincando com fogo?—

— Hum~—

O alfa beija meu queixo e se posiciona entre as minhas pernas abertas,abaixando minha cueca e começando a brincar com meu buraco.Arregalo os olhos, ansioso...

• ━━━━━━❪❆❫━━━━━━ •

— Estou grávido [Nome]. —

Ele olhou para mim,seus olhos brilhando com uma grande felicidade, ele veio até mim ficando na minha frente.

— Jamais deixarei de me sentir grato por ter você em minha vida Minato! — Um sorriso leve e feliz ao falar isso — Qual será o nome? Você acha que é menino ou menina?Ou os dois!?Alfa ou ômega? Não importa! Papai vai amar do mesmo jeitinho! —  Eu me recostei nele , e o braço de [Nome] se fechou em volta de meus ombros. Sobre o braço pintado com a marca que ambos carregamos, a promessa entre nós.

De jamais nos separar, não até o fim.

Alucard (hellsing) x Male! OC    Alpha/Beta/Omega

Prologue

Thirty years ago everything was normal. They killed vampires and went home, having a peaceful life. Then Millennium had to happen. The Battle of London shook the world to its core. Alucard was gone, shaking up Integra more than it should have. But everything seemed to have corrected itself a few decades later. The manor was whole once more, Seras was still there to protect the aging Integra, then one night the vampire king returns. Everything seemed like it was back to normal, Integra feeling like her pack was back together once more. Even though Alucard was an alpha as well, he fell right into the pack the alpha Integra formed. He was unusually submissive, but Integra thought it was due to the conditioning that her predecessors put him through.

There was one major change to the dynamic though. Alucard could sense another has infiltrated their pack. He didn’t notice that night, overwhelmed with the single drop of fresh blood he got from his alpha, but the next night he could tell someone else has entered. Another alpha. Alucard was very keen on when a new alpha arrived. He could sense it from a mile away. He got defensive but refused to show it, just wandering down the halls. With Seras being a beta he knew she could have been the one to blindly bring someone but Integra would have never allowed it, under normal circumstances. So why is there one here, scent blended with everyone else?

He found a bedroom, the scent overwhelming. He walked through the door, refusing to make any noise but found no one there. That can’t be right… His nose never lied to him, and it said an alpha was in this room. He let out a low growl as he walked around the room, finding nobody. He was about to flip the bed when a voice called out, a thick Hungarian accent being heard.

“Don’t do that now!”

Alucard turned his head violently like an owl, watching as the shadows in the room formed into a man. He turned his body to match his head and watched as the man looked up to him, disappointment on his face. Alucard knew him. The long wavey red hair that reached his waist that he let fall freely, the broad shoulders that helped show his true strength. His face was sharp, angled, with no eyebrows, and had one green eye and one red eye with a black sclera. If his heart still beat it would be pounding out of his chest at this moment as the alpha took a step towards him.

“Istvan…”

“Vlad.”

“That’s not my name.”

“It will always be your name.”

Istvan walked right up to him, being a whole head shorter than him, and placed his hands on either side of Alucard’s face. Alucard closed his eyes and let himself be pulled down to the height of his lover. Istvan softly pressed his lips to the vampire’s and Alucard felt his knees go weak. He felt a genuine smile creep onto his face, something he hasn’t felt often before Istvan pulled away.

“My dearest little omega, how have you survived without me?”

Alucard, still at his level, had a dopey smile on his face as he looked between his two colored eyes.

“I haven’t.”

Istvan pulled back Alucard’s shirt collar to see his mark was gone. At least no one else has replaced it.

“I think I’m going to have to fix that…”

“Please.”

“Now don’t beg, it’s unbecoming of a king.” He scolded before fixing his collar and giving him one more quick kiss. Alucard stood up right, disappointed that it wasn’t corrected right then and there but he knew better than to plead.

“Why did you hide from me?” Alucard asked, confused as to why he’d hide in the shadows.

“Because I wasn’t ready to see you…” He admitted, looking down with a bit of shame. “I know what Van Hellsing did to you. I wasn’t able to stop it. That damn alpha corrupted the beautiful mark I gave you…”

It hurt to hear the memories of what happened, the nightmares of Van Hellsing able to bring him to tears but he refused to let his mate be hurt by something that he had no part in. However, he was not one for kind words. “Shut up about that. You’re stupid if you thought I didn’t want to see you.” He scolded and Istvan got defensive.

“Don’t talk to me like that!” He growled and Alucard straightened up a bit. “I couldn’t live with myself knowing you were imprisoned here.”

“It’s not that bad anymore.”

“I guess so… That Integra woman is a much kinder alpha than most.”

“Speaking of her, how did you get her to let you stay here? She and my fledgling should have killed you on sight.”

“They were too weak after the battle of London to kill me. I felt your power from across the world… I immediately came to see if you were alright but you were already gone…” His voice got quieter with every word but after a moment he took a deep breath and continued talking. “I found the Hellsing, prepared to kill her but she already looked dead. She was destroyed after you were gone. I thought you had mated with her-“

“Absolutely not.” He defended and glared down at him.

“Then I learnt that she thought you an alpha. Everyone did. How do you fool everyone? Your heats are so intense.”

“I just don’t give in.”

“That must hurt! That would be crippling to do. You had no one to help you through them? I won’t mad Vlad, just tell me.”

“I ignored them. The pain was nothing compared to other pains I have dealt with.” He was being honest but that hurt Istvan worse than if he mated with someone else. His one eye glowed bright red and he bared his many fangs.

“What did that Hellsing do to you?” He ordered an answer, a deep growl escaping from his throat.

“Things. Magic, non-magic, torture.” He stated with a shrug, “Nothing I haven’t experienced before.”

Istvan pulled him back down to his level, gripping the collar of his shirt. “Did he rape you?”

“Wouldn’t be the first.” Alucard stated calmly. He’s grown painfully apathic to the torture he’s experienced. Afterall he is a monster and monsters are made to be tortured.

“Did you get-“

“God no.” Alucard interrupted, reassuring him quickly. “He would never do it while I was in a heat.”

“I don’t know what’s worse.” Istvan let go of him and put his head into his hands. “I should have been there!”

“He exorcised the demon in you and it was during the day he attacked. Your vampiric nature never would have survived the daylight to save me anyway.”

“My demon would have come back though! I could have killed him!”

“Maybe. But then I would lose half of you.” He stated and cupped Istvan’s cheek. “I want all of you.”

“You can get real sappy when you want to.”

“Oh just shut up now.” He hissed and grabbed the collar of his shirt, lifting him off the ground to his height. “Fuck me like you use to. Give me a new mark.”

“What did I say about begging?” Istvan cooed with a smug grin.

“Who said I’m begging? That was an order.”

“Oh! I guess you can pass as an alpha.” He laughed but was quietly silenced when Alucard slammed his lips into his. This kiss was not soft like the last one, it was aggressive, full of pent up emotions. Istvan could barely keep up but he decided it was time that Alucard started acting like the omega he always was. He shoved his tongue down Alucard’s throat and pulled his hair back and Alucard’s mouth just fell open, letting Istvan explore it with his tongue. He was careful of his fangs but used his own to bite his lip which got Alucard to moan deeply.

He kicked Alucard’s leg out from under him and caused him to lose his balance and fall backwards onto his bed. It broke their kiss and Alucard let out a laugh, for the first time in centuries he could feel happiness taking over any emotion that wanted to make itself known. He felt Istvan tearing off his clothes as he stared up at the ceiling in pure bliss. As soon as his chest was bare Istvan kissed from his throat to a nipple and started to kiss and suck at it until Alucard couldn’t help but let a moan escape. It was quiet, nowhere near the volume he could reach when he was really enjoying himself. As he kissed and sucked he let his hand travel down and into his lover’s pants, softly playing with his dick. It was already painfully hard and Alucard couldn’t help but raise his hips so that it would fill his hand. Istvan let out a deep chuckle before grasping it completely and rubbing him. Alucard let out a growl and exposed his neck where his scent glands where, but Istvan wasn’t having that.

“Not now dearest,” He said and kissed the spot which made Alucard growl louder. “I will when you can’t speak any longer and are crying over how good I make you feel.”

A gasp escaped Alucard and he felt his smile returning, getting even more excited. He never met anyone who could make him feel this way. He had his wives when he was human but they never satisfied him, in and out of bed, and other women and men throughout his life were useless. He would just eat them afterwards for disappointing him and let them be ghouls. However this one, he challenged him. He was loyal but demanding. He felt no fear towards him and knowing that made him drunk with lust.

Alucard felt his pleasure build up until he couldn’t handle it any longer. “V-Van… I’m close…”

“So soon? Oh you really need this huh?” However instead of letting him cum and removed his hand which made Alucard whine. Istvan straddled the vampire and pulled him up to kiss him once more, removing the remnants of clothes from his torso. He started to undo his own top however, Alucard just ripped it off him. “Dearest! I can’t just remake my clothes like you! I have to buy new ones!”

“Then buy new ones.” He growled and started to kiss his neck aggressively, fangs scraping his flesh, barely breaking skin. It was Istvan’s turn to let out a low moan and grip his lover’s back, claws scraping his skin leaving marks. He felt Alucard’s fangs brush over his scent glands and he pulled back.

“Not yet!” He scolded, pushing him back down onto the bed.

Alucard let out a laugh, “Sometimes you are no fun…”

“Oh really now?” He saw that as a challenge and got off him which made Alucard frown. Istvan grinned though and his ripped his trousers off, watching as his erection was made free. Istvan laughed at how easily he could arouse his vampire. “Say that again.”

Alucard wasn’t one to take back his word, propping himself up on his elbows he grinned. “You’re. No. Fun.”

He stepped out of his own trousers and Alucard watched as his arousal was made clear. He grinned at the sight of it before Istvan shoved a finger in his hole, slick forming a long time ago. Alucard moaned softly at the feeling but it wasn’t enough. “Come on now, just shove it in.”

“You’re not stretched dearest, you’re not in heat.” He said calmly as he pumped his finger in and out but Alucard growled in protest.

“I can take it.”

Istvan’s blood ran cold and he glared down at him. “I’m not him.” He kissed him passionately as he stuck another finger in and started to scissor him open. This was getting Alucard to wriggle in pleasure, trying to feel him more. He moved his hips to match Istvan’s movements and then a third was added.

“Come on damn you!” He cried and Istvan chuckled, adding in a fourth just to tease him more.

“Are you ready?”

“You son of a bitch…”

Istvan laughed loudly at this before lining himself up. Before he could thrust though, Alucard pushed himself down onto him aggressively with a loud moan. Istvan gasped in pleasure and felt a smile form. “You are so impatient. You always have been.”

Alucard didn’t even register what he said, just taking in the way it felt to be filled once more. He was memorizing this feeling. It wasn’t his first time with him, but it felt like it after Van Hellsing’s violations. To be filled, filled for his own pleasure, was an intoxicating feeling. Istvan could see his was escaping into another world, he gave a thrust before leaning down by his ear. “Serious question; are you okay?” he whispered and Alucard nodded.

“Just keep going…” He said breathlessly. Istvan nodded and kissed him deeply before thrusting in and out at a steady pace. Alucard was moaning but it wasn’t like he normally did. This was tame. Too tame. He decided to test the waters, slamming into him just to watch Alucard arch his back, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He seemed to have lost his voice. Istvan smirked at that and kept going with steady yet violent thrusts.

“You are a slut, wanting me to pound you like this?” he mocked but Alucard just gripped the headboard, letting him keep going. “We’re only in missionary love… You can’t cum like this.” He pulled out of him to hear Alucard whimper pathetically before using immense strength to flip the vampire over. He brought Alucard’s hips up to his own and slammed into him once more, watching how he gripped the sheets and hid his face into the mattress to suppress his moan. “No no now…”

Istvan continued to wreck him and grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling it back hard so he couldn’t hide his face. Alucard cried out with pleasure, unable to make himself quiet as he felt Istvan fill him up over and over. He felt the pressure build up again and Istvan could tell he was about to make an ungodly noise. He covered his mouth but didn’t stop pounding him as Alucard cummed, practically screaming with release. He didn’t want Integra to find out Alucard’s nature like this. He slowed down his thrusts and started to stroke Alucard’s dick, bringing his erection back fast. Alucard was babbling by this point, throwing himself back onto his mate over and over to take him all in.

Istvan felt his knot grow, trapping him inside his lover. He forced himself to move a little as Alucard clearly wanted more but he couldn’t after a while. He pulled Alucard up by his hair, pulling him to his chest, letting him sink down on him. Alucard squirmed, shifting himself to accept more into him but there wasn’t anything left. He wanted to kiss Istvan but his back was to his chest and he couldn’t turn. Istvan was stroking him to help get him off as he was close to cumming. He started to breath heavily, feeling his own release coming fast. Just as he released he sunk his fangs into Alucard’s scent glands. The feeling of him break his skin, drink his blood, was more than enough for Alucard to cum once more. He felt the hand go back over his mouth, smothering another scream.

When Istvan released him and left him Alucard was weak, he fumbled around until he found his lover and grabbed him demandingly. It was his turn to sink his fangs into him and Istvan let out a loud moan at the pain, letting Alucard take as much blood as he wanted, hoping the scar would never go away. When Alucard pulled away he rested his head in the crook of his neck, eyes closed. Istvan let out a content sigh, wrapping his arms around him. He glanced down lovingly at him, running his fingers through his hair. He loved that he got to see this side of Alucard. Sure, sex was good, but afterwards Alucard always just wanted to be close. He felt safe with Istvan, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt him while he was vulnerable.