omega!Nolan got bred his last heat (by Ivan or Makarov take your pick) and is heavy with pups. but his round belly is getting in the way. the constant pressure within presses against his happy nerves so walking, running, or anything where his legs move feels good. it only gets worse as he grows fuller and fuller.
so there nolan is, late into his third term, squirming because everything is pleasurable to him and he's so hard it hurts. he can't jack off though; his baby bump is too big to get his hands around him. leaving his cock trapped poking into the underside of his belly and squished between his thighs. sad dribbles of precum rub off onto his skin, leaking like a faucet as he grinds against himself seeking any relief.
if he's lucky, nolan will have a false knot to ride on. at least it hits the tender spot inside enough to feel like he's going to cum.
he won't
one hand on his belly, one hand braced against a wall, nolan is stuck trying to milk a single orgasm out of him as he bounces silly on the dildo stretching him wide. frustrated tears drip down his face. pitiful whines escape him. he'll be soaking the sheets and making a mess until one (or both) of his alphas come home and tend to him properly.
imagine the different reactions nolan gets when found like this.
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anon I was doing so fine until you said "both alphas" so now I'm going insane tyvm 👍
no cuz ahgghjhhh. itd make sense. he's gonna be out of commission for a while, but he'll be fine if he has two alphas taking care of him in turns so he's never alone...
this would be pre-gulag times when they were all on good terms.. while i don't think makarov would like such agreement with ivan, maybe they bond over nolan, forming their own little pack n stuff jdjdf maybe the pregnancy was accidental (they're both responsible for it idgaf I'm bending the rules) but they let him keep the pups.. ouhh nolan w mood swings, he's unfit to serve as a Sargeant now, but they're not doing anything big scale yet so it's okay that he is out for now. getting more unstable the more his belly grows, bursts of emotion where he's feeling needy and lonely and missing his alphas and he makes sure to let the whole base know with his pheromones 👍 or sometimes anger and possessiveness even, growling against their necks, demanding attention aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA
ivan walking in to find him so fucking desperate in his nest, calls for the other alpha because there is no way this is a one person job... they will stuff him good and well until he's satisfied 🙂↕️ and then they'll hold him while he purrs, licking his neck n jaw to let him know they care, and that they love him.... sobs
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Keep thinking about big, juicy Omega Andrei Nolan, pregnant with twins, muscular and intimidating but his firm pecs are going a little soft and round. One child isn’t Makarov’s. Heteropaternal superfecundation has occurred and one is Ivan’s 🥵
it'd taken them forever to finally admit they were a good team. An Aussie runt, a newbie, a fanatic who had no idea what they were getting into, just that they wanted to be in it. All brawn, and a mind he didn't put to proper use. And the second-in-command, who'd been in this fight much longer, who'd seen a million horrors but never flinched. Blinded and guided by hate and rage, immensely wise and cautious. Polar opposites. They hated each other. But they fit just right.
Took them even longer to realize what they were to each other. They weren't stupid enough to call it love. Love gets you hurt. Love gets you killed. No, they weren't in love, but there was a want in the air that they couldn't deny. Stolen glances, stolen moments, stolen time.
Intimacy between them was something they'd never felt before. Sure, they were handsome men. Picked up all sorts of people and had all sorts of fun over the years. But not like this.
Teeth digging into skin, bodies pressed close as they tore away each other's clothes. The younger man's hot mouth trailing down the older man's body, eager to please and be pleased. They thinned out the lines between intimacy and primal need. With each other, they were everything they couldn't be.
Nolan was young and impressionable. One night with the second-in-command and he was at the man's heels. he was nothing but a loyal dog desperate for the boner he could induce out of the older man.
Ivan, on the other hand, thought nothing of the first few times. He would be blind to say he didn't notice the way Nolan trailed after. He saw potential, a hound he could tame and control. Nothing more, nothing less. Right?
Then there was that fateful night. Another mission gone south. Another loss. Another day without their Commander here to guide them. The men were losing morale, their numbers were dwindling, and ivan was beyond stressed. He'd just received intel that threatened to derail their plans, plans that he'd drafted for weeks. He was running on fumes and spite, pouring over plans and intel and maps as he holed himself in his office for hours.
He doesn't notice when Nolan slips in, two mugs of steaming hot coffee. He places a mug down in front of the tired man and just stands besides him, reading over his shoulder. He watches Nolan's reflection in the dark liquid, the small pout that settles on his face. He does that sometimes, doesn't he.
''Could I offer a suggestion?" cautious. I've rubbed off of him a bit.
He nods, letting the younger man proceed. Would've proudly said something by now. He'd pointed out a loophole, actually he'd completely reworked the plan. Nolan went through it, running it through it's paces. He's brilliant. "This is just what we needed, Nolan. Russia will thank you."
And then he saw that gleam. That proud, sparkly gleam. The way he was doing his best to suppress his smile, but he couldn't hide the way his eyes lit up at the sweet, sweet praise.
"Come here, boy," he beckons, pulling the pup into his lap. He was a much larger man, and the scene couldn't have been any more comedic. But, for whatever reason, Ivan couldn't be bothered. "Russia ought to thank you properly, no?"
Their lips crashed against each other, tugging and nipping. But, Ivan's hands gently caressed the man's nape.
Nolan was shoved against the table, harsh, primal, clothed crotches grinding against each other. But, Ivan's hand slipped under the man's shirt, tracing the hard lines of his body.
They're freeing themselves from their shirt, bodies wasting to time tangling back together again. But, Ivan's hands shakily caress the man's back, savoring the feel of his battered skin against his rough palm.
Andrei undoes the buckle of Ivan pants, panting against the older man's shoulder. But Ivan's absent mindedly running his fingers through the light brown strands.
Andrei's lips leave sloppy kisses all over the man's neck, as his hand slips lower to grab the man's growing erection, when Ivan's hand shoots out and grips the man's face.
"Still so bloody impatient. What is your problem, boy?"
The taller man shuffles back, slightly wounded, "I'm sorry, sir."
Sorry. That word, leaving the pup's lips, it fills the man with an inexplicable pang of rage. He doesn't think, until he hears the SMACK against Nolan's cheek.
He wants to take it back the second he comes to his senses. He can't bare to look at Nolan, but he turns to see the damage. The man hadn't even turned back. He stayed, frozen, trying to keep what little composure he had left, standing there in his boxers.
Ivan presses his head to the man's reddening cheek, letting his hands find their plaace at his nape and hip. "Never say that. You have nothing to be sorry for, pup."
The name sends a shiver down Nolan's back, as he turns to bury his head in Ivan's hairy chest. He clings to the man, hands settling where the man is most vulnerable. The brute could rip out Ivan's spine, or strangle the man, or even rip his heart from his ribcage. Please do, it's all yours.
And as the older man lays Nolan out on his bed, hands roaming his body, he couldn't help the thoughts that brewed in his mind. He'd already known, for the longest time, that Andrei was always more than some puppet, tied in strings like he begged for.
And when their lips met, they learnt to savor each other's flavor, even as their hands trailed lower and lower. They're rid of their undergarments in seconds, Ivan wasting no time burying into his pup's warmth. He relishes the whimper that leaves the man's lips.
His hips roll languidly, fingers tangling in the curly fuzz at the base of the man's cock. He lets his thumb rub circle along whatever his thumb can reach, praising his good little mutt.
He picks up his pace, watching the way Nolan's thighs ripple with each thrust. He guides a leg over his shoulder, gaining the leverage to pound deeper inside him. Nolan throws his head back, his soft whimpers growing into harsh grunt and pleads.
He's practically mewling, gripping the pillow above him with veiny arms. He's close, they both are, a duet of grunts and groans carrying through the room. Ivan's so focused on the feel of his pup wrapped so tightly around him, that he almost misses it. "Vanya, please."
Ivan has no clue how he picked up on it, but it sent a wave of arousal through him, having something so intimate coming out of those pretty lips. He grabbed one Nolan's arms, slamming into him one last time before they both came.
Ivan leans forward, panting as he rolls his hips. He looks the man in the eye, those blue eyes glazed over and fucked out as he grins. Ivan sighs, pulling Nolan closer. He pulls out and settles to Nolan's side.
"Pup," he murmurs, "what have you done to me?"
He buries into the crook of Nolan's shoulder, inhaling the man's scent, "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't."
"It was unavoidable, Vanya," Nolan pulls the younger man close.
"Never stop calling me that, please." There was a desperation in his voice that nearly broke Nolan.
"I won't, I promise, I won't."
They remained tangled in each other's arms, letting the unspoken linger in the air between them. It was dangerous what they let seep into their hearts. In this line of work, it's what got them shot. But for a while, they could pretend that they could make something so fragile last beyond them. And in that moment, wrapped in each other's embrace, they let themselves believe everything would be alright.
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I like the idea of Nolan being a pain in Ivan's ass while Makarov was away. Don't get me wrong, he's still the same capable soldier Makarov left him, they co-lead Konni together perfectly fine, but it's just. The off hours, bane of Ivan's existence.
Ivan would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every second of it though. The attention he gets from the younger man, the lengths that brat goes just to get a reaction out of him, hoping maybe he'd initiate physical contact and get his ass beat. It makes his days a little bit brighter in a way, when the other man is being playfully uncooperative, or a downright jerk. Ivan suspects it to be some sort of coping mechanism to make up for the absence of Makarov. He goes along with it anyway.
When he finds Nolan neck deep in a bottle one night, it's hard to tell if he's doing it just because or to drown out his thoughts like any man does, but he isn't too surprised. Trying to get him up from the floor to help him get ready for bed is met with resistance and drunken remarks, and in the end he just gives up and joins him instead. Flopping down next to him, "Alright, alright, you win," Taking the bottle from his hand and taking a few sips. Few turns to more, and soon enough he's already feeling tipsy.
They sit there, talking about whatever, giggling about whatever, until somewhere in Ivans mind he remembers that it's way too late, and that they should be getting sleep instead. They're the leaders, for fucks sake.
So he hauls Nolan's ass up, one arm over his shoulder, walking them towards Nolan's room to tuck him in first. Ivan knew Nolan was heavy, especially heavier when he's drunk, leaning against the older man, way too close for Ivan's liking. Could almost feel his breath on his neck, see how he licks his lips while babbling about some nonsense. Ivan shakes his head and focuses on the task at hand, successfully bringing the other man into his room and roughly shoving him against the bed.
At first the gesture is met with a laugh, then the man is out cold. Ivan lets out a sigh of relief, partly because he finally gets some peace and quiet, and because it makes what he's about to do much less embarrassing. He walks over to Nolan, leans down and slowly undresses him.
Maybe the tremble in his hands and the heat on his face mean something, but he ignores it all as he quickly strips Nolan of his uncomfortable gear and dresses him in the night clothes he finds laying around. He lets out a big sigh as he's done, the exhaustion settling in every bone in his body, and next thing he knows the world is too heavy for his eyes.
Ivan will wake up some hours later to something nudging him in the chest, which turns out to be Nolan as he's currently being crushed under Ivan's weight and is calling him a heavy bastard, and he'll try and search for answers deep in his mind as to how the fuck he ended up here.
Neither of them will mention that they slept like babies despite the copious amounts of alcohol in their systems. Neither of them will admit to liking it, and probably fight in the bed as the first thing they do in the morning. <3
wwwhghougahhghghpowwhgjhh i just want some soft ivannolan................ in my mind ivannolan only works when makarov isn't there. like, before he introduced him to makarov, or specifically those four years where makarov was absent. because as much as you can ship nolan with pretty much anybody, his obsession with makarov is still an undeniably huge and active part of his personality.
and so what if he got closer to ivan in that time... seeking his comfort at his most vulnerable moments.. maybe they didn't even talk about it. y'know. man things. he's not gonna go to him crying or whining about his troubles. no, it's more subtle. an offer for a drink, a night out, a cigarette on the balcony, a helping hand with the workload, a company to keep. things like that. and when they start spending too much time around each other, more than what work requires of them? spending the night at each others rooms, having almost every meal together, maybe even a drunken kiss or two? or more than that, waking up with no recollection of last night, thinking "fuck it" and snuggling closer to the warmth next to them, who just happens to be their closest comrade. neither of them talk about it, and it becomes a reoccurring thing, something they don't even need to be drunk for anymore. it's just helping each other. there's no feelings involved
after all feelings won't do them any favors when one of them eventually pulls the trigger on the other
mm hopeless romantic Ivan. he's too old for these things, okay, he doesn't have the time, he needs to focus on his mission. dismisses the thought the moment it starts creeping up. and he is focused and efficient still, except he can't help the pang in his poor old heart whenever the younger man is around him, flashing a smile in his direction or making a crappy joke to get a reaction out of him. he can't help it. he's absolutely weak and he hates it. how he has such a soft spot for the boy, how it's going to be the end of him some day. and even worse that he knows what's going on between him and the boss. his prized soldier, the two getting closer every day, he knows his place as the boss' favorite was long since replaced, and he knows this isn't going anywhere good. he can't do much either, so he just ignores it in hopes it goes away.
