Thinking about getting trapped under rubble with alpha!ghost....
You hardly had time to react when the building came down. The only thing that registered was the sudden, deafening sound of wood beams splitting under the force if an explosion.
You should be terrified right now, mind lagging behind and trying to survey where you've been hurt or not.
Instead all you can focus on is the sharp, comforting scent of ghost.
The alpha is bowed over you, arms braced on either side of your head and knees squeezing your hips in the tight space. Every inhale brings in his scent and it's—
Comforting.
"Hey! Hey, are you with me, soldier?" His voice finally registers past the thumping of your blood. You let out a weak whine, your own instincts overwhelmed, and feel him physically exhale "okay. You broken?"
A shake of your head, and he calms down more. That comforting scent makes you calm down too, and you belated realize this is the first time you've properly smelt him.
He smells like leather, wood, a slight metallic note. It makes the beta in your warm and happy, you've always mentally considered him pack. Despite the debris in the air, your crane up in the small space to shamelessly rub your cheek into his neck.
"Fuckin' hell– really?" Ghost grunts above you, knees squeezing you tighter for a second.
"You...smell nice." You mumble, almost dazed.
Ghost curses more, says something about an 'instinct haze' but you don't focus on it. Instead, you nuzzle further against his scent gland, purring. You hardly notice the hard line pressing into your side, or the growing change in his scent, aroused from the close contact with the beta he's been eyeing for months.
"Christ runt–" ghost shifts, head dipping until your foreheads knock together "settle down. I can't– just stop right now, okay?"
You nod, because your alpha wants you to. You'd do anything for him.
Ghost bites his tongue and tries to listen through the rubble for the team. You're out of it, and he wont have you like this. If he takes you as a mate he wants to earn it.
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Thinking about Alpha!John Price x Beta!Reader today.
John, who leans always a little too close, presses himself into you ever so slightly, murmurs “Johnathan for you, love” and noses at your neck, coaxing out the faint soft smell of yours. Perfect darling for him, blushing so deliciously, hissing when he allows himself too much. Keeping him in line.
John Price whose hands are somehow always on you, thick fingers hooking in the loops of your jeans and dragging your hips to his, broad chest of his pressing into your back when he whispers “got you, sweetheart”.
He kisses you behind the ear, always lingering just a little to savour the taste of yours that he manages to swallow being this close to your scent gland. Licking air and not yet your skin, because you keep pushing him away, keep glaring at him like he is a dumb beast too keen on the idea of eating a local bookshop owner instead of looking for royal offspring. As he should have.
Dumb beast who is not realising that he shouldn’t rub his scent into you, that lingering pinewood and cigars kill all your chances to get a proper date with someone.
John, who hums when you protest and gently bites your neck, just holding you between his teeth, your pulse pounding into his lips.
Why’d you need dates with some boys, love? Don’t you have him? Isn’t he the best there is to get?
John, who keeps coming back just to chat you up, always with excuse to touch you, worming his way into your life until you don’t even notice that his thumb has been stroking your wrist for the last 10 minutes of your conversation.
He comes back after every deployment and rubs himself on you, smiling when you hiss and wiggle out of his grip. Feisty first thing after so long apart. He knows, sweetheart, he missed you too.
John who comes back once and has to swallow back a low growl, sound starting in his chest, his teeth itching because you don’t smell like him and you don’t smell like you.
He circles you around before pressing himself into your back, bracketing you against the counter, his nose diving into the neck of yours, beast in his head snarling when he finds someone else’s hickey there.
Kept yourself busy, didn’t you, love?
He’s been gone for too long, his scent got too weak.
John admits, he should have come back sooner, should have pulled you under a long time ago.
But he liked your little game of push and pull, he enjoyed the tag so much that he forgot he isn’t the only one playing.
An oversight, not a good thing for a captain.
John who is still hazy with the blood from last deployment, urge to tear another throat out simmering right under the surface when he presses his hips to your ass, slotting against you like perfect puzzle.
If he knew you’d get impatient, he would have taken proper care of you, sweetheart.
But he won’t make the same mistake again.
John Price, who takes leave of absence so he can stop taking suppressants for the first time in years.
Rut of his pounding in the back of his head, spreading through him like an infection, dripping under his skin like poisonous honey.
Sticky sweet, molten with yearning, hungry for blood.
Hungry for you.
John Price who clicks his tongue at you to stay behind your counter, as he locks the doors behind him and lowers himself down. On his knees, nudging your stance to widen.
So he can pull your jeans down, tongue sliding between your thighs, big hands holding you open for him.
No need to thrash, love. He isn’t letting go now. He isn’t backing away either, not anymore.
His rut makes you hazy, his rut clouds your head and makes you slip, bracing your forearms on the wooden counter, his ‘good job, sweetheart’ dripping slick between your thighs.
John eats you out until his knees ache, until your hips roll into his mouth, until the sweet faint scent of yours blends in with his.
Your whole bloody shop is going to smell like you have a man, love. Like you have John.
There is a low dangerous rumble in his chest when you try to pull away, to stop him from eating you out into overstimulation. Because where do you think you are going, sweetheart? You need to be nice and slick to take all of him.
You need to be soft and pliant for John to feed the thick length of his cock to your greedy hole.
“Goin’ to fuck attitude out of ya, lovie.”, John breathes out, biting your ass until you whimper trying to get him off and until the indent of his teeth is a red mark on you. First out of many. “Any bloke in this bloody country would be able to tell you are taken. Anyone who takes a step inside will know I was here.”, he growls, grinding on the plush of your buttock.
Not going anywhere now, love. Never again.
John Price who clicks his tongue when you whimper about condoms, because that’s just silly, sweetheart, you won’t need any of it with him. How are you supposed to feel his knot if you won’t let it in?
That just won’t do.
John Price who bounces you in his lap, thick calloused fingers holding onto the meat of your hips, slamming you down and pulling you up, until the knot of his pops inside of your hole, plugging you in, binding you to him for the next half an hour.
John Price who holds you in full Nelson, arms under your knees, teeth grazing your ear when he bounces you on his knot, pulling just enough so you’d feel the stretch, so you’d start whimpering for him, so you’d scent become sweeter for him.
Naughty fucking thing, you like him being mean to you?
John who lets the rut take reigns, so he can press you into the counter, biting all over your shoulders, snarling “mine, always mine, only mine” when you can’t help but arch. Whether to pull away or to press into him, he’s not sure.
John who licks the scent gland of yours, teeth itching to sink in, dumb beast in his head pulling him to rut into you. And Lord, you are slick and warm and perfect, squeezing him like you never want to let go, milking him for all he’s worth.
Perfect mate.
He humps into you like a feral dog, heavy thick hips of his pressing into yours, not letting you close your legs. Not when he’s folding you into the mating press and sinking his teeth in the crook of your neck, popping the untouched and unmated gland there. Binding you together, blending himself into you, drinking you in so your sweetness is always in his scent from now on.
Won’t be anyone else, love. Not for him. Nor for you.
John Price who presses your face into his neck, rasps out “bite, sweetheart”, his knot popping back inside of your hole — your legs twitching above his shoulders. Sweet thing, he’s too much for you without much of a preparation. But it’s okay, he will be better next time.
He will take you somewhere soft and warm, he will feed you meat and fruit, letting you lick juices off his fingers, he will suck on your tender sensitive parts until you are crying.
You just gotta bite, lovie, just sink your teeth in his gland, will ya?
John Price who licks his lips when you nuzzle in the crook of his neck, your teeth grazing his gland, your jaw trembling. Rode you ragged, didn’t he, love?
It’s okay, John will help, just open wide, aye?
John murmurs, voice half a growl when he presses your head into his neck, when he closes your jaws down on his gland, shiver running down his spine, everything clicking in place.
This is right. This is how it’s supposed to be.
John who kisses your face pulling you out the crook of his neck — your eyes gone, pupils blown wide and jaw slack when he ruts into you again.
Just one more orgasm, sweetheart, just one more. He knows you can do it, you can be good for him.
You can give him his reward for being so patient, you can thank him for not tracking down your now irrelevant suitor and not presenting you bloke’s fingers as a courting gift.
You can thank him proper and you will, won’t ya, lovie?
Come on, one more time, he rasps in your ear, fingers prying your mouth open and stuffing it until you are drooling messily all over him. Pretty thing, see how easy it is? Just had to come to your Johnathan and he would have taken care of this greedy hole.
He would have made it better. And from now on he always will.
Till death do us part, sweetheart. If he has to say anything about it.
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, thighs—and everything in between—around.
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 Beta—
"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 knot—
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).
@beloveds-embrace I hope I did this idea a bit of justice so far. Inspired by the delcious idea from beloveds found here.
AO3
CW: references to medical procedures that were not agreed to, reader is dying, A/B/O, odd dynamics, babies first time writing A/B/O.
A/N: I am really new to A/B/O so if something feels off or if you want more of this idea LMK!
Kate told you that the CIA still used Morse code in the field sometimes. It had fallen out of fashion after World War II and the alphabet soup of government agencies liked to reuse what they could. She said it worked best for short messages and when speaking could alert enemies. She talked at you nonstop on the long drive from the hospital. You wondered if the silence would bite at her toes or if the drone of the engine would keep it at bay.
She found you in the waiting room. Back straight, head upright you stare out the window across from you. If you ignore her maybe she will leave you alone like everyone else. You had been freed from a facility when some government agency or another busted them for performing illegal experiments on betas. Everyone else had a family to return to.
You weren’t everyone.
“I have a friend at this hospital. He called me when he saw that you had yet to be released,” she uses a soft voice as if the mint green and oddly shaped couches were pews instead. Pews don’t creak like plastic when you shift your weight. “My name is Kate. My friend, Ty, is an administrator here. He mentioned you needed someone to sign for you due to your beta status and the lack of documentation on your identity.”
Silence had been your only weapon against the staff there and the staff here.
She smells of alpha, the heady scent that should reek of safety and confidence. It tastes sour in the back of your throat.
“I’ve read through the information about you from Scorpio, the changes they made to you? They don’t expect you to make it another five years.” Kate rubbed her hands down the top of her slacks. “I’m here to give you an offer.”
Glancing at her without turning your head you wait. When she meets your side eye you shift your gaze back to the distant fluffy clouds dotting the sky like sheep grazing through a meadow. The sky sheep look all the whiter for the blanket of snow smothering the earth below.
“I know of a group of men, even split between them alpha and omega, who could use someone to care for. They are gone for long stretches of time and won’t pressure you for anything, only to care for you and use you as a touchstone of normalcy,” Kate lets out a breath, the shifting air bringing more of her should be comforting scent to your nose.
Voices drift past the locked doors to your right. You had posted up on the maternity floor, the staff had yet to find you here the last few times you were able to avoid their gazes.
“Why me?” Your voice whispers out. Should have grabbed the water mug the night nurse had left on your tray before you ducked from the room.
“Well, that’s the sticking point. They don’t know you would be coming. The guys have started to fray at the edges, getting reckless on jobs. I need them to be safe. If they have someone to come home to?”
Ah, so this wasn’t about you. Couldn’t ever be about you could it? No. Always a beta, never important.
Scorpio had seen six hundred seventeen betas through their doors before you quit counting. Not one of them left through the front door.
“You can’t tell them I’m dying.”
Control had to be a resource you doled out sparingly.
“Done.”
“And I get my own bed.”
The wrinkles around her face deepen as Kate settles on an unsure look.
“I’m not sure…”
“I will spend time in their nest when invited but I get my own bed,” you look at her now, face to face.
She must see something unmovable in your expression.
Sighing, her eyes drift shut and her shoulders relax.
“I will make it happen.”
Nodding once you stand.
“Lead on Kate, let us meet my doom head-on.”
Kate chooses not to comment on your morose declaration.
Maybe that is why she filled the car with her voice? She must not appreciate your brand of deadly honesty.
Her voice drifts away as she turns off the well-maintained and snow-cleared highway for a clear spot marked only by the tire tracks that lead between the dense trees.
“I’ve told them so many damn times they need to move closer but no it’s all ‘Kate you don’t understand we need the space from everyone’ and never thinking of how hard it is for people to visit them,” she mutters to herself as the color leeches from her knuckles with each slip of the tires.
“Maybe they don’t want visitors.”
Kate’s brows pull down as she glares out the windshield.
Looking back out the window you catch sight of a massive moose between the trunks before it disappears into the trees. It takes another twenty minutes of achingly slow driving before Kate finally relaxes her shoulders.
The smell of satisfaction drifts through the car heater. Turning you find a modestly large cabin, a green metal slanted roof, and a porch that reaches from one corner of the house to the other. Next to the stairs that connected the porch to the ground are two vehicles, one SUV and one large truck, though these both sit neatly under the porch. Kate parks in the open.
Without hesitation she climbs from the driver’s seat, grabbing the backpack she picked up for you with your three changes of clothes and two sets for sleeping. Kate is halfway up the stairs when you finally join her. Snow clings to the canvas of your shoes even as you follow in the large boot prints she left behind for you.
Tucking your arms close to your chest you stand behind Kate as she pounds with a fist on the door. The swish of her coat is the loudest sound beyond her beating for entry. You are fighting to keep your teeth from chattering when the door finally opens. You didn’t know cold had a smell. The only word you could find for it? Sharp.
“John. Took you long enough,” Kate pushes her way through the opening in the door.
A burly man steps back to allow her entrance. He is barely decent, his robe hanging open and tie only just covering his bits. John lifts a brow at you when you don’t immediately follow. You are not dressed for winter. When a particularly chilled bit of wind rushes past you and into the house, he moves to shut the door. Darting inside you watch him warily until you stand near Kate again. She stands in front of a massive couch. Counting the cushions, you give yourself the space to breathe. Twelve separate sitting spaces, three walls of a square, and still with room to walk behind and peer out the window that took up nearly the whole wall behind it.
“Not like you to show up without calling Kate. What is this about?” John steps around the snow you shed on his hardwood floor.
“I brought you a wife.”
They stare at each other for nearly thirty seconds. Your toes start to sting from the cold. The shoes on your feet squeak as you shift from foot to foot. Making the mistake of breathing too deeply you can taste the battle of wills between them. Kate’s shouldn’t be sour scent warred with John’s masculine, woodsy scent. He was an omega?
A long table is positioned opposite the kitchen, and central to it all is a wood-burning stove. The kitchen has an excess of cabinets. You start to count them to avoid what your nose is telling you.
“Why would I need a wife?” He finally asks.
You are also curious about the word choice. Betas weren’t terribly important in the grand scheme, born at a lower rate and died at a faster one. Populations didn’t need betas to survive, they, you, were mostly only good for keeping fights from escalating. With everyone receiving training in school anymore on how to address and deal with signs of rut/heat to avoid fights, death due to rut-related combat had reduced by over half. Betas were less important than ever. The other reduction in deaths had come from Scorpio.
Sarah had always been so proud to tell you about how you were contributing to keeping alphas from killing each other when she drew your blood or injected you with yet another unknown serum. The government had started to pump the barest amount of what Sarah called, calmers, into the water system. Said it was good for everyone, like fluoride.
“Serin, helicopter, Los Alamos, hospital visit. Would you like me to go on?” Kate said all those words as if they made any sort of sense.
John sucked in a deep breath through his nose. His eyes snapped to you.
“What are you?”
Kate steps in front of you. The slap of your hand to your scent gland runs parallel to her words. Sarah had done something to you, changed everything at a base level, including your scent.
“Beta, and a wife. Someone to care for, someone who needs you.”
His eyes are on you as sounds from deeper in the house reach your ears. Deep voices, a loud thump, then laughter. You look past John and see a set of stairs near the front door that leads to a second floor that only takes up part of the space from the vaulted ceiling.
“We don’t need anyone Kate-” he folds his arms across his hairy chest as Kate cuts him off.
“Should I ask them then? Call them down and see what they say?” She glares up at him, the height difference not making a difference even when her alpha to his omega should. You had only ever seen one dynamic, alpha ruling, all else managing to stay out of their way. That did not hold true here. They battled as equals.
John let his lung full of air go, a sigh of admission as his hands fell to his hips.
“No. We will take her.”
Kate nods once, settling your backpack on the couch before turning and giving your shoulder a squeeze.
When she turns back to John she gives him the final piece of information.
“She gets a room to herself. Doesn’t need to be much, but at least a place to retreat when everything becomes too much.”
He rolls his eyes but nods.
“Anything else Kate?” He asks drolly.
The glare she sends him is met with a smirk.
“I will check back in a week to see how everyone is settling.”
John walks her to the front door, opening it for Kate to step back into the startling brilliance of the sun twinkling off snow.
When the door clicks shut behind her John turns to you. His eyes drift from your feet upward until settling on your face.
Summary: It should have been simple; bring the omega to her new pack, fill out your mission report and get back on your merry way. But now you’re a member of the 141, have a few hard pills to swallow, a bunch of explaining to do and a lot more to care about…
Warning: None
Note: This is the first bit of writhing I post online. English is not my first language and I’m writing this in-between taking care of a young child, so I’m sorry if there is mistakes or it isn’t that good.
If someone had told you, a few weeks ago, that the “career changing” operation your commending officer wanted to send you on consisted of babysitting and escorting the world most insufferable omega to her new pack, you would have laugh in their face. But right now… Right now, you were reconsidering working for the military all together.
In a sense, you understood why it was a career changing opportunity. Between the already known rarity of omegas and the unexplainable rapidly declining birth rate of that particular secondary gender, they were more often than before kidnap, trafficked and sold on the black market. With the way things were quickly devolving for the omega part of the population, you were glad to have ended up being a beta. To be able to bring this omega to her new pack on your own, with minimal incidents or people noticing what she was would prove your worth in more than one way.
But still, this was the worst mission you had been on in a long time and you weren't even getting shot at for once.
And after two weeks of laying low, having two fight Ophelia every step of the way, making sure she didn't cause scenes and keeping her smothered in your scent so people wouldn't notice her actual designation, you were finally given an actual drop of point; some remote base a few hours away by car.
So here you are now, only a few minutes away from your final goal and very tempted to drive the car into it tree. You had barely slept in days, Ophelia was ever so often kicking the back of your seat from where she had lay herself in the backseat and complaining about the music she had chosen herself. Honestly, the only thing keeping you going was the fact that you were told this morning that the pack you were bringing her to was the famous Task Force 141. You knew you would only see them from far away and very quickly, since, obviously, no one would give much thought to some random beta soldier when they were in the middle of receiving an omega for years of jobs well done. But you still couldn't help but be excited at the thought of being in the presence of legends.
“Are we there yet?” Ophelia condescending voice sounded from behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Only a few minutes away…”
“Good. I can’t wait to be with real soldiers.”
You bit back the frustration that was building up at the obvious jab. You were so close to the finish line, now wasn’t the time to lose it. You didn’t need her to go bad mouth you to the 141. Both because you didn’t want the squad you so deeply admire to see you in a bad light and because it probably wouldn’t be good for your career. So, you kept your mouth shut as you pulled into the entrance of the base, showing the soldier on guard duty your military ID and the proof that you had the right to be here before being let in. As you stop the car, you saw four men you could only assume was the member of the 141 approaches.
You never thought you would be this destabilized by a new scent before. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, regretted it immediately as you were meat with more of that strong mixed of spicy and excited beta and alpha scent, and tried to look unaffected as you rounded the car. You couldn’t help but feel their burning gaze as you opened the door for Ophelia. God, they almost looked like they were about to go feral just from looking at her. You didn’t know who you pitied more; Ophelia, for what they would probably going to do to her the moment they had her alone giving the way they were currently drooling over her, or them for not knowing just how entitled she was just yet.
Little had you noticed, it wasn’t her they had been staring at…
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need alpha ellie with a beta reader. ellie so frustrated that reader cant smell their pheromones urghhh
summary · ellie doesn't feel she's good enough for you, not a "perfect match." quick spoiler, she's wrong.
watch out · alpha!ellie, beta!fem!reader, pheromones, omegaverse au, frustrated, fluff, requested, a/n — short and not very detailed as I wrote it during a time of stress.
ellie was pacing the living room.
you were curled up on the couch with a blanket over your body pretending very hard not to notice, but the sound of her shoes against the floor made your eyes flick over to her every time she took a step.
"this is stupid," she finally said.
"what's stupid?" you asked.
she stopped, rubbing her nose in frustration.
"I'm right here. you can see me, and you can hear me, but I still smell like nothing to you."
sadness panged your heart for a second at that. not because she was upset, ellie got upset about lots of things, but because she was upset because of you, even if you couldn't control it.
"I'm a beta. I know it's... different, but I can't smell you no matter how hard I try." you reminded her gently. suddenly, you realized you were feeling self conscious with ellie for the first time in a long time.
"I know. that's not the problem, I just—I hate that my body's not affecting you. like I can't just instantly make you feel good biologically," she groaned, dragging a hand down her face.
she finally came over, dropping down beside you on the couch. she sat too close, thigh pressed to yours and knee bouncing.
you sighed in relief after finding out it was insecurity and not uncertainty. you reached out without thinking, and yohr fingers brushed the sleeve of her shirt. she softened up instantly.
see, that was the thing about ellie: she was loud with her feelings, sure, but the moment you touched her she melted. your mouth twitched as you held back an anused smile while she nudged herself closer to you, burying herself in the crook of your neck.
"I don't need to smell you to feel safe with you, els." you murmured softly.
"but it's different." her shoulders slumped a little. you felt a little guilty, but she was so cute when she pouted.
"different how baby?" you smiled reassuringly.
"with omegas it's automatic. they relax, I relax, and everything clicks into place. fuck uh, not that you don't, sorry, but I just don't know how to settle with a beta. and that makes me feel... bad, at this. like maybe I'm not the best option for you," she explained.
"ellie, you already take care of me." you shifted closer, turning your body toward hers.
"I... do?" she repeated slowly to make sure she'd heard you correctly.
"mhm. you always walk on the outside of the sidewalk, you check all the locks in the house before bed, you make sure I eat when I forget, and you even warm the blankets before you hand them to me," you smiled.
"yeah, but, I just feel like I'm not right for you. I want to be, but it doesn't feel that way y'know? if you were an omega, just my scent would make you feel safe."
"you are. no one else ever could be," you said and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
despite all the lies she'd been told to throughout her life, she finally belived you.
Plot: Your Indie gaming company competed with Eddie Munson's, an Alpha. As a Beta, you were proud that you were at the same level as an Alpha, but you weren't going to admit you liked bickering with Eddie about deals you fought for. Yet, it all came crashing down when you presented for a second time... And Omegas were never considered for high positions in any industry. You were bound to lose everything.
+18, omegaverse, secondary presentation, beta to omega reader, "enemies" to lovers, lots of teasing, heat, pain mention, reader going into a depression, lots of angst, eddie being sweet, kissing, yearning, hurt/comfort, happy ending
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DAY 18 - PRESENTATION OF DESIGNATION
"You have to be fucking kidding me."
You dropped the folder containing your company's balance and deals as you leaned back in the leather chair. This mother fucker took another shareholder from you. As a CEO of an indie game developing company, you were always on the lookout for new producers or people who would invest in your games. There was only one problem.
Eddie Munson.
He was the CEO of another gaming company, and for a year, you two had been looking into the same people, on and on, fighting for the deals, fighting for the investors. Some you won, some he won. This time, he won. He had settled on better revenue for them, even when that was a stupid move. If the game didn't succeed, he would be in trouble.
But his games always succeeded. Even in small communities, his games were recommended on streams, as were yours. As a Beta, you always thought you could be as successful as Alphas, and you were with proof. But he was always the needle that poked through the pillow where you tried to rest.
Your cellphone rang, and you already knew who it was without even looking at the ID. You grabbed it, and answered with a swipe on the screen.
"I swear to god, Munson—"
"I wish that you would say hello at least once." You groaned in exasperation as you rubbed your eyes together, another headache coming in.
"What the fuck do you want, knothead?"
"Jeez, just wanted to check on you after you received the news about the investor's choice. That was all. Wanted to see if you were crying or throwing a fit." You heard the Alpha chuckle, and you wanted to kill him. You really did.
"Oh yeah, I bawled my eyes out. Ripped my chair into pieces and all."
"You need someone to comfort you, sweetheart?"
"Piss off." With that, you hung up, groaning loudly as you opened your drawer to get your painkillers out. Maybe you fucked up in that interview because you had been feeling sick lately, but you weren't going to let that stop you.
You cursed the day you gave him your phone number. But it was almost a ritual that whenever one got a deal, and the other didn't, you would call up each other to show it off. It was… funny. You weren't going to admit that you always expected his calls, nor you got giddy each time you pressed on his contact to call him.
Tomorrow there was a developer convention, where many CEOs, investors, and shareholders attended to strike deals with potential gaming companies, like yours… like Eddie's.
You will make that handsome bastard cry.
—
The room felt hotter than usual. You took medication for your fever, but it seemed as if it didn't do anything. It didn't do shit. You could barely focus on conversations, even if you made a few deals and sealed some meetings with investors, you could feel yourself weaken each minute that went by.
"You moping over here?" You heard that gruff voice right next to you, side eyeing his profile. He looked good, way too good. Tight black button-up shirt, black pants, hair up, scruff tidied up… Damn.
"Why would I? Got Blizzard to invest in our new game." He hummed at your answer, then he turned to look at you, clearing his throat.
"Seeing you in a dress is something different." You were a bit surprised to hear that, and something stirred within you. You fixed your posture with your long dress, pretending that the heels you were wearing were not murdering you.
"I am assuming that is a compliment."
"Sure." You stayed silent, pretending not to be overjoyed by it, but the headache gave you a sharp sting at the back of your head, making you wince. He frowned, nose flaring. "You alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" He fully turned to look at you, tilting his head.
"Did you change your perfume?" Huh? You turned towards him, giving him a cocky smile.
"You've been smelling me, Munson?" His eyebrows twitched for a second, his face getting closer to yours. Your breath hitched, his cologne invading your nostrils.
"Didn't say that. It's just that this perfume is strong and sweet. Never smelled it before on anyone."
"I could say the same to you. Your cologne is pungent, and it's almost dizzying." You weren't lying about that. It was making your lungs feel intoxicated, or filled with an intense leather smell that was just too potent. He was frowning at you, getting even closer.
"I am not wearing any cologne." Your eyes fluttered for a second, feeling your throat closing up. His eyes widened slightly as you stumbled forward, his hands coming to grab your forearms. "Holy shit, are you okay?"
Your skin was hot, way too hot, and he put the back of his hand on your forehead. You were sweating, eyes closing as your head swirled. Your hands held onto him to keep yourself standing, and suddenly you knew you started moving, and words were being said to you, but you couldn't quite understand them. You were disoriented, feeling your insides turning in pain as your head pounded.
And maybe it was the fever, maybe it was the pain, but your world turned black.
—
Your eyes opened with a gasp, sitting up on a bed. You felt yourself being completely drenched, still wearing the dress, but it felt so sticky. Your legs rubbed against each other, and your eyes widened as you felt something sticky, slippery, between them.
Eddie came out of the bathroom with a handkerchief against his mouth and nose. He was breathing heavily, and you noticed you weren't in a place you knew. Your throat was dry as his scent was making you float, and you fell back on the bed, gasping for air.
"Where am I? What are you doing here?" You asked, and his voice was muffled against the cloth he had against him.
"My hotel room. I called the paramedics, and they should be here any time soon to take you to the clinic—"
"The clinic? Paramedics? For a fever? Are you crazy?" You tried sitting up again, but your hands flew to your belly as a sharp pain came through. He was far away from you, and you could hear him growl as he pressed himself against the wall.
"It's not a fever, you're in heat." What?
"Huh!? I am a Beta! I don't have heats!" He breathed once more into the cloth, closing his eyes as if containing himself.
"You are in a presentation heat!"
What? No… You could only present once in your life; that wasn't true. It cannot be true. It is a lie, wasn't it? A play of cards he was doing to disorient you? But then you heard it, the whine coming to your throat. You could never do that sound before. You heard it from Omegas but never from Betas. No. No. No.
"That's— not possible!" You grunted, clenching your eyes as your head stabbed and stabbed. There was a knock on the door, and Eddie quickly went to open it. People came rushing in, and you were placed on a gurney they got in. This wasn't happening. You probably had mono, or something else, not this. Not a heat. No.
But it was.
For a week, you stayed at that clinic, tests being done, blood work, x-rays… You had presented. You were stunned as the doctor explained it to you. Second presentations were rare, but not impossible. It happened one in a hundred Betas. You were that one. That insignificant fucking one.
You hadn't spoken with anyone yet. Your colleagues sending you 'get well' messages, but you didn't respond. How could you? You were going to lose it all. Even at home, you were a little bit hollow. You couldn't help but cry when your instincts made you make a nest in your bed.
Eddie messaged you, tried calling you, but you wouldn't answer. You knew that talking to the Alpha might ignite something within you that you weren't ready to find out. You weren't ready to face it.
But a knock on your door made you get up from your bed, and even before you could reach the door, you could smell him. Authentically him. You shouldn't open, but you wanted to. You really wanted to because you wanted to smell him even more.
You trembled as you opened the door, seeing him standing there with some flowers. He noticed the pain in your eyes as he examined you.
"Get well… flowers?" He said awkwardly, and you felt your eyes burning as you let him into your house. A horrible decision since his scent was going to stick to the walls, the couch, and even the marble surfaces of your kitchen. "Why didn't you answer my texts? Or anyone of your company?"
"Why does it matter?" He frowned as he placed the flowers on the table, sensing your distress in just a second.
"What is going on in that mind of yours?" It was the first time he saw you like this. Vulnerable, defeated. He didn't like it.
"What is going on in my mind? Well, the fact that I am now an Omega for one, so that happened." His breathing hitched at that, and you noticed it immediately. "The fact that now I will lose everything I worked for. So why does it matter if I talk to my coworkers? Why does it matter that I keep in contact with you?"
He was stunned into silence, confusion written all over his face. You could smell some anger on him, now being able to detect his emotions through his scent.
"Lose everything? What the fuck are you talking about?" You scoffed, shaking your head.
"I built all of this as a Beta. Omegas don't belong in higher positions because people say they're volatile. That we are hard to work with because we have to take a week off from work because of our heats. How can I keep my job like this? People will not take me seriously. Not investors, or shareholders, or the bank. Not even you, Munson."
He took a deep breath in, his face hardening as he took a step closer. You blinked at how his posture changed, how he was huffing through his nostrils.
"Now, why would I not take you seriously? Because you're an Omega? Really?"
"Everyone will choose you, an Alpha, over me. I won't have a line of people to provide for my company. You won." He let out a humorless scoff, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Has this always been a competition to you?" You frowned at him, not understanding where his anger was coming from.
"Wasn't it?" Silence fell between the two of you, and he sighed heavily, shaking his head.
"I'm disappointed that you think that because you're an Omega, you're no match for me. It really isn't you." You squinted your eyes, taking a step closer to him.
"I am not me anymore!"
"Yes, you are! You went to business school! You have the knowledge to fuck me over in every sense of the goddamn word! Just because you're an Omega now, doesn't change the fact that you know how to run a company, for fucks sake!"
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Eddie Munson, an Alpha, always saw you as his equal, even when you were a Beta. Even right now, a full-fledged Omega, he still saw you as an equal to him… And maybe that's why you had always liked him so much. He never belittled you for being a Beta when he got the deals, and you didn't.
But something in his words vibrated a little too much in your head.
"Fuck you over? In every sense of the word?" He stood still, breathing a little heavy as he tried looking away. His hands were on his hips as he tried to keep himself upright.
"I… I never really saw it as competition… I saw it as… a way to get closer to you." You stood frozen. Was that a joke? He always made sure to get under your skin, and you would get overjoyed when he did, but you never thought it would be something positive for him as well.
"Get closer to me? Like… friends?" He sighed heavily, grunting as he stepped away, running his hands over his face, while your heart felt like it was coming out of your chest.
"Fuck, no. I— I mean, maybe? I just know I wanted to be close to you, but I was never going to take that chance with you because… You don't like me, so…"
"Who said I didn't like you?" The words came tumbling out of your mouth because you could stop yourself. You covered your mouth with wide eyes, and you could smell his scent spike at the revelation, his eyebrows raising in question.
"What?"
You both stood there, stuck to the ground, and the room grew heavier and heavier. The Alpha before you fixed his posture, tilting his head. You stuttered a bit, clearing your throat. You could barely smell the flowers he brought, because your head just swirled all around him. Fuck, you outed yourself.
"I… I get happy when you call me, even if it is to mess with me. I mean, not happy, excited? I—" You couldn't form words as you stuttered, and his lips turned into a cocky grin, his arms coming to cross over his chest.
"So you're saying you are into me." Your eyes widened, pointing at him.
"You are into me! You just said it!"
"Nope, never did." He took a step forward, as you took a step back, your defenses coming up as you looked at the door of your bedroom, wanting to go and curl up in your nest for safety. His face became serious again, his hand coming to rub the back of his neck. "It's just… messy, I guess…"
"Why so?" You asked, and his eyes went to look for yours.
"Jesus H Christ, you really are going to tell me you don't feel it?" You blinked a few times, realizing what he had just said.
"Feel what?" He scoffed, shaking his head.
"The goddamn tension, sweetheart." You mocked him, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Don't know what you are even talking about." He stayed silent for a second, and you gulped heavily, nervously licking your lips. "I am a Beta… Or was… I didn't really think I had a chance… I just thought you would always look at me as a competitor, not as a partner…"
His scent sweetened, and you couldn't help the little purr that rumbled in your throat. Your arms fell to your sides as he took a step closer, then another, until he was towering over you. His hand came to cradle your cheek, and you saw him leaning in, taking your breath away. He was all over you, your apartment, and—
You pulled away from his grasp, his hand hovering in the air.
"What—"
"You're making a move now because I'm an Omega… You are not— If you had really wanted me before, you would have done something earlier…"
He could see the redness forming in your eyes, tears starting to build as you bared your heart to him. His hand fell, and he chuckled, shaking his head. You frowned, offended, opening your mouth to tell him off, but he interrupted you.
"I didn't make a move before because I thought you saw me as a knothead Alpha. I thought that you, as a Beta, didn't want to be with someone like me. I didn't— I didn't want you to think I wanted to succeed you or anything like that, and I honestly thought you hated me for being… an Alpha." His voice was quiet, vulnerable, unlike any of the other times you heard Eddie talk.
Hate him?
"I never once thought of that… I never wanted to prove that I am better than you just because I am— was a Beta…" He nodded, then his gaze fell on you, a fiery one.
"Can we just please do what we have been wanting to do to each other for the past year? Your new designation really does not change how much I want you. It's still the same as before."
And finally, you let your body respond for you for the first time ever. Your arms moved to wrap around his shoulders, eyes brimming with tears from how overwhelmed you felt. His breath got caught in his throat as his arms finally embraced you, and his lips crashed into yours.
Lips you never thought you would touch or savour. Lips that you never thought would reciprocate the kiss that was happening right now. You could feel slick starting to pool in your underwear, and you moaned as his tongue ravaged yours. He growled when you pulled him closer, feeling his hard-on against your stomach.
He pulled away reluctantly, looking down at you with dilated pupils.
"We don't have to do anything now. I want you to be comfortable with what I just said. This isn't happening because you're an—"
"Omega, but it does ease things up a lot. So stop talking, please…"
"Fuck." His lips were on you instantly, ravishing your mouth as no one had ever done before. His hands wandering over your back, your hips, your ass, and your fingers are tangled in his hair, giving it a few pulls.
Your mind was filled with sudden fog, a heat running through your veins. The first touch of an Alpha after your re-presentation was making you sensitive. Way too sensitive. And needy. You were so goddamn needy.
You grabbed him by the shirt, not breaking the kiss for a second as you started backing up towards your bedroom door. He groaned into your lips, pulling away for just an inch so he could talk.
"Sweetheart, is that a nest?" You pulled away, eyes in shock as you turned your head to see your untidy nest, done with the things you had at hand. You felt like crying, feeling a bit like a failure.
"I've never done a nest before… It's my first time, so I know it's not good, and it doesn't look okay—" His hands cradled your cheeks to turn your gaze back on him.
"It's a beautiful nest, Omega… You did good… We just need to add something to it." You chirped at the compliment, eyes half lidded as you stared at him with a dreamy look.
"What's that, Alpha?"
You were then pushed onto the bed, making you bounce with a gasp at the action. You held yourself up by pressing your hands on the mattress, and your eyes widened when you saw the smirk on Eddie's face as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
"My scent."
—
Eddie entered the office, holding folders in his hands. He was whistling as he passed the trophy shelves, including game of the year award. The office was big, cozy, and he then sat down on his chair, dropping the folders on the desk.
"You know, we should implement some more modern changes. It's been years, and we still present our projects with papers and folders." He complained as he rocked in the chair.
"Did we get the deal?" You asked, opening the folder, and he scoffed.
"Of course we did."
"Then I don't see a problem." Eddie mocked you on the side, doing faces, and you giggled, shaking your head. "You know that I can sense when my mate is doing something he shouldn't, right?"
"Maybe I wanted to get caught, love." You turned your head to look at him, shaking your head. "You feeling okay?"
"Not much nausea today. A bit overheated at times, but they go away." He straightened up in his chair, moving to press a kiss to your cheek. You found out you were pregnant a month ago. Having pups was never in your projects because, as a Beta, you couldn't have any… But ever since Eddie mated you two years ago, well… those projects changed a little.
"Good." He was leaning in to kiss you, only for a knock to interrupt you both. He groaned, looking at the doors. "Yes?"
A smiling Omega came in, Dustin Henderson. He was part of Eddie's company before you two decided to merge. Eddie had assigned him to be the head of the programming team, even if he was an Omega. Dustin was exceptional in his work… It only made your love for Eddie grow.
"So, Eddie, I have figured out the mechanics for the new fighting macros for Slicing—"
"Why are you talking to me?" He cocked his head, and you shook yours, rolling your eyes. Dustin chuckled nervously and then turned to you.
"Right— Sorry, habit still…"
"Don't worry, Dustin, I might be your boss, and also Eddie's, but I don't bite." You said softly, and your vice president wiggled his eyebrows next to you.
"Except for me~" You smacked the back of his head, and he just jerked down, rubbing the area you hit. Dustin rolled his eyes, bidding goodbye with just a wave before leaving the office. "Why did you do that!?"
