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Dirty Talk Prompts (Currently Closed)

“I wish we could just stay in bed and have sex all day long…”

“Who says we can’t?” Scott propped himself up on his elbow, grinning down into Gil’s unamused stare. “Seriously. We’ve got some travel before we hit the next planet. No rules against taking a day to enjoy each other.”

“Some of us have jobs on the ship,” Gil pushes him away playfully when Scott tries to steal a kiss. “Important jobs that need to be done if you want to reach all those shiny new planets.”

Scott huffs, going limp over Gil’s broad chest and sighing when careful hands card through his hair. Gil’s callouses don’t catch anymore, not like they did at the beginning. Repetition teaching lessons well learned.

He aches, in the best possible way, from the orgasms they’d dragged out of each other before collapsing onto the bed earlier. He’s still unsatisfied, still yearning for more. It doesn’t seem like he can ever get enough of Gil’s hands, his cock, his talented mouth.

Scott arches up, catching that same mouth in a kiss and moaning when Gil fists his hair with gentle fingers. He’s not hard again, not yet, but there’s a warmth in his stomach as they kiss that says he’s not far off either.

He’s still young. An entire day of sex? Totally do-able for him.

Especially with someone as appealing as Gil.

“One more time?” He pouts when they break for air, Gil dropping soft kisses over his cheek and jaw. “Before you have to go do your super important job on the ship?”

Gil laughs, but rolls anyhow, pinning Scott under his bulk.

Ahhhh I’m so glad someone likes them <3 They’re giving me the breath of life just writing them; if there’s anything specific you’d like to see from them let me know, I’m thirsty to ideas to write about my space boys

I follow quite a few me:a blogs but not sure about anyone who’s specifically writing about the space husbands.

Dude. Yes. Gil has never had something like what he has with Scott, so he’s almost puppy-eager to do all the things he grew up seeing in movies and books now that he has that sort of romance. Consider:

Anytime they go off Tempest while not on a mission, Scott wears a shirt that says “If Found Return To Gil” (Gil wears one that says “Return Us Both To Vetra”)

Ridiculous pet names. If Liam is subject to one more “Hey there, boo bear!” “Well hi, pretty puppy” hollered across engineering, he’s going to Havoc Strike himself

Breakfast is a chore every goddamn day because “you two literally just spent the night in bed together. Could you please separate for five minutes.” Scott says no around a mouthful of toast, sprawled across Gil’s lap

Gil sometimes stumbles to bed far too late, sometimes right when Scott’s gotta start his day. He always makes sure to take a few extra minutes to tuck Gil into the blankets and brush a few kisses over his cheeks before he leaves

Matching pajamas

Scott wheedles until Vetra works her magic and suddenly his bed has matching Mr. and Mr. pillowcases

Sharing whatever the Andromeda equivalent of milkshakes are, complete with two straws and the booping of whipped cream onto noses

“Promise me you’ll come back to me.” “I’ll always come back to you.”

One time, they have a fight. It lasts exactly 33 minutes before Scott stands outside engineering with a boombox held over his head, playing the greatest love songs, until Drack forcibly pries open the doors and shoves him and Celine Dion into Gil’s hiding place.

A/B/O Dialogue Prompts (Currently Closed)

“Please breed me.”

Scott grunts in agitation at Gil’s responsive rolling laughter, nestling deeper inside the absolutely unnecessary amount of blankets and pillow he’s piled atop his bed. As far as nests go, it’s...extravagant. Even Suvi had agreed and Scott had seen firsthand the amount of clothes and pillows she’d stolen for her own during her heat. But it also reeks of his family, stolen articles of clothing stuck among the blankets, and the blanket he’s draped over his head and shoulders like a cloak is stolen from Gil’s bunk, absolutely covered in the Alpha’s oil and metal scent.

“Already at the point in the heat then?” Gil makes short work of disrobing once the quarters doors are shut and locked behind him.

Scott lets him into the nest, quickly wrapping the blanket around them both to trap them in together, and sighs when he’s pulled into the Alpha’s arms. Gil isn’t the typical Alpha by any means, not a cut slab of muscle with little in the way of brains, sniffing after every Omega that happens to glance his way. No, he’s softness and amused laughs and utterly unimpressed by Scott’s posturing in the weeks leading up to the heat.

But he’s here and that’s truly all that matters in the end.

“I wanna get fucked,” Scott whines into his throat, shivering at the slow card of Gil’s calloused fingers through his hair. “Please? I need it.”

“You’re not nearly that deep into your heat yet,” Gil admonishes him, but he tips Scott backwards anyhow, an arm cradled under his head as another slips between his thighs. “You’re just being a needy little Omega about it all.”

“You’re so terrible,” Scott grunts, but he lifts a leg out of the way, propping his foot on Gil’s hip to allow curious fingers to prod at his hole gently.

Gil’s right, of course, he’s barely leaking slick right now, the heat little more than a pulse along with his heartbeat. But Scott feels desperate for it to hit the upswing, wanting to see how Gil reacts, what sort of Alpha he turns into when the heat washes over them and eliminates any higher thinking than nearly brutal mounting and knotting.

“I’ll take this slow,” Gil murmurs, two fingers sinking deep, spreading gently, testing the tight clench of Scott’s body. “Treat you right. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Please,” Scott whines, fingernails biting into Gil’s forearm as another fingers slips inside, his body welcoming it eagerly.

A/B/O Dialogue Prompts

“You’re such a cute little Omega.”

Scott grunted and burrowed deeper into his nest at the drawled tease, mashing his face into the pillow as footsteps rounded the bed. Pre-heat was making his back ache, cramping his stomach with odd twinges every so often, and he was both hungry and nauseous. But, unbelievably, Gil’s soothing Alpha scent and rumbling voice seemed to ease it all for a moment, spreading a low flush along his skin.

Gil sank down onto the bed, carding gentle fingers through Scott’s hair, and Scott tipped his head into the touch with a purr.

“What’re you doing here?”

“My Omega goes scampering off to nest a day before his heat and you think I’ll ignore it?” Gil snorted, shuffling around, silent for a few moments before prodding at Scott’s shoulder through the thick blanket. “Make room, doll.”

Scott obediently wriggles backwards, Gil lifting up the edges of the blanket long enough to slip under, before bare skin presses against Scott’s as his Alpha drags him in close. He can’t help the pleased rumble that escapes his throat, tucking himself against Gil’s bulk, practically sprawling over the older man. Everything seems to calm, fade into negligent annoyances in the very back of his mind, and Scott buries his face in Gil’s throat with a sigh.

“I like this.”

“Never had an Alpha in your nest before? Heard it’s supposed to be a thing.”

“Never had an Alpha before,” Scott mutters quietly, embarrassment flushing the tips of his ears red, making them sensitive to the way Gil drags one finger along the delicate curve.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. My sweet Omega, I’m gonna do you right, don’t doubt that for a second.”

Amazingly, despite the nervousness that had trailed him during Gil’s courting and the absolute fear of Alphas that had been drilled into him by what passed for Omega sex ed in school, Scott trusts that. His heat doesn’t seem like a looming horror anymore, something to be anticipated instead of dreaded.

“Kiss me?” He asks, feeling a bit small and vulnerable--unsure if it’s the pre-heat or the admission that he trusts Gil more than he has any other Alpha he’s ever met.

There’s a chuckle before Gil acquiesces, tipping his head with a gentle hand, pressing their lips together with aching tenderness. Scott whines into it, thighs spreading on top of Gil’s, the banked fire sparking suddenly at the way Gil takes such good care of him.

“I was wrong, earlier. You’re not cute. You’re adorable.”

“Shut up,” Scott grumps, before dragging Gil into another needy kiss.

A/B/O Dialogue Prompts (Currently Closed)

“I know I’m only a beta,” Gil purrs the words into Scott’s throat, kissing a slow path over heated skin. “But I still want to breed you.”

“Oh my god.” Scott clutches at Gil’s hair, fingers slipping over short strands, desperate for a grip. “Gil, you don’t just say that sort of stuff.”

“Maybe you don’t,” Gil snorts, stopping to suck gently at one nipple, holding Scott down when he tries to arch into it.

Scott pants, legs shifting restlessly against the bed, curling one up towards his chest. Gil’s already stretching him open, three fingers coated in slick, relentlessly teasing his prostate. They’re working up to it again, Scott’s body tight after his last explosive orgasm, his hole tight against the stretch both of them know he wants.

“Betas--Betas can’t--” Scott hates Gil for a split second when the man chuckles, not lost in a breeding haze like he is, drugged by normal arousal and not an overwhelming need that nearly incapacitates him.

“Y’know, those studies never proved anything. Other than the fact that us Betas might have to try ever so,” Gil nips, harsh and sudden, dragging a yelp from Scott’s raw throat, “harder to fuck a baby into pretty little Omega’s like you.”

“Oh my god,” Scott says again, wrapping his legs around Gil, opening himself up. “Yes, yes, please. C’mon, Gil. Breed me.”

The growl that comes out of his lover is something so vicious, so Alpha, that Scott loses the battle of trying to stave off another orgasm. He comes with a ragged sob, nails scraping marks into Gil’s shoulder as the man finger fucks him through it. It’s there and gone, quick without the stretch of Gil’s fist, a faux knot and better than any real one Scott’s ever had, and he sags in the aftermath.

“Next time,” he pants, tracing lines over the already abused skin of Gil’s shoulders while the man grins up at him. “Next time, I do that around your cock.”

A/B/O Dialogue Prompts (Currently Closed)

Scott curses every single god that might exist, making up a few for good measure when a sudden wash of warmth crashes over him, sending him stumbling against the counter of the small kitchen. He clings to the lip, knuckles gone white, and struggles to breathe as slick starts to leak from his hole, cock throbbing behind his zipper.

There’s a crash from behind, the sound of splintering ceramic, and Scott winces at Gil’s sharp inhale.

“Did your heat just start?”

Scott doesn’t bother answering, too busy trying to keep himself sane as need crashing through his veins, systematically wiping out every thought. He can feel SAM scrambling, trying to clear any neural pathways of the insidious creeping desire, but he knows it’s a fruitless endeavor. It hasn’t worked in the two he’s struggled through so far and with Gil, an easy-going Alpha with no intentions of posturing but an Alpha nonetheless, so close, it’s going to be impossible.

“Come on,” Gil grips his arm, tugging him away from the counter, practically dragging him the short distance to his quarters.

Scott stumbles along, trying to support himself, fingers clawing bloody marks into his own palms as he struggles not to touch. He breaks away the second they’re in his quarters, throwing himself onto the nest he’d created when the pre-heat had hit a few days ago. Shoving and throwing things aside, he finally latches onto the shirt he’d stolen from Gil a week ago, burying his face into the fabric to drag in desperate inhales of the scent still lingering on it.

He can distantly hear Gil explaining what’s going on to SAM, ordering him to alert the others and change plans as needed, before the Alpha eases into the nest behind him. Scott twists, latching onto Gil’s bulk, practically sitting on top of him as he grinds in for some kind of friction. It’s not nearly enough, not through their clothes, but it makes him moan nonetheless.

“Your timing is crap, Pathfinder,” Gil says, but there’s no heat to it, only a warm sort of amusement as he helps Scott get his shirt off, fingers tracing teasing circles around his nipples. “I had plans tonight, too.”

“Plans change,” Scott snaps, before deflating with a whine when Gil pushes himself to sitting, latching onto one sensitive nipple, teeth a warning for Scott to behave himself.

A/B/O Dialogue Prompts

It takes Scott a moment to understand what’s actually happening. He’ll admit to not being the most observant person in the galaxy, but it takes an embarrassing long time for him to connect the dots on this one. What finally tips him off isn’t even his own brain, it’s Kallo, of all people. A snorted, under the breath, “I will never understand Alpha behavior” when Gill comes to the bridge for the simple reason of pecking Scott on the cheek and bringing him a small box of candy.

Which he crushes under his feet in his haste to sprint after the insouciant Alpha.

He catches up to him halfway back to engineering, in the not-at-all private of the hall by his quarters, wrapping a hand around Gil’s strong forearm to jerk him to a stop.

“Stop treating me like a damn Omega.” He spits, Gil’s face flashing shock for a second before a carefree grin stretches across it.

“Was that what I was doing? I’m sorry, I didn’t know being nice to your boyfriend counted as treating them like an Omega.”

Scott bites back harsh words, sagging, stepping forward into Gil’s easy embrace to bury his face in the Alpha’s shoulder. The smell is dulled, nothing like what Suvi says Gil smells like, but he can still catch whifts of the citrus sting of Alpha pheromones.

“It’s...hard, so damn hard, being in between an Alpha and an Omega.” He admits finally, feeling Gil stiffen against him, big hands spreading over his lower back to keep him in close. “You want to be one or the other but then you don’t because you can’t so why hope? And if you treat me like one...I’m gonna think you want me to be one.”

“Scott,” Gil sighs, nosing against his temple, pressing a careful kiss there. “I love you just the way you are. I don’t want you to be anything but yourself. Taking care of you...it’s all I know how to do, sort of all Alphas are taught to do. But if it bothers you, I’ll try and be more careful about it?”

“Just...promise me you’re doing it because you love me and not because you want me to be an Omega?”

Gil laughs then, gentle and low, accompanying a rumbling purr in his chest as he maneuvers Scott’s head back to steal a kiss.

“Promise. Wouldn’t want you as an Omega anyway. Love you for you.”