#omegaverse cod

It haunts him for the first week of his leave, before he finally figures out where, more like who, it’s coming from: you. The absolute angel of an omega, who’s just recently moved in with the alpha - your boyfriend -  that lives across the hall from Simon. (Simon didn’t like the other alpha to begin with. Too boisterous and demanding, always trying to throw his second gender around. As if that’s a reason to respect him.) 

Unlike your asshole boyfriend, you’re kind and caring, just like an omega should be. You stare at Simon with big, innocent eyes, and give him a shy smile when you drop off cookies. Your cheeks flush, when his fingers brush against your hand, as you exchange the tupperware container. And, for a brief moment, Simon imagines how you’d look with your cheeks flushed for a different reason.

An imaginative thought that quickly gets interrupted, when your boyfriend comes slinking across the hallway, your sweet scent easily overpowered by the absolute bitter pheromones rolling off your partner. Simon’s eyes narrow, when your boyfriend grabs you, a little too harsh for Simon’s liking.

“Come on. You’re done gawking,” your boyfriend mutters, practically dragging you across the hallway and back to the apartment. 

Simon keeps bumping into you after that. In the elevator, heading back from the gym, while you’ve got an armful of groceries. The elevator smells like him, pheromones rolling off him in waves from the workout. The scent makes your face heat up, mainly because he smells absolutely divine, and you have to stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together.

In the laundry room, where he’s waiting on his clothes to finish drying. And then you walk in with a basket of dirty laundry that smells like you, warm and sweet. You give him a shy smile, a kind hello, as you load your clothes into the washer. Simon watches you from his peripheral, fighting back a growl at the sight of all your panties. Maybe you won’t notice if he grabs one from the wash.

In the mail room, where you’re trying to sort your mail because somehow it’s gotten mixed up with his. You apologize profusely, completely unaware that Simon did it on purpose. He reassures you that it’s fine, these things happen. And the two of you end up chatting, as you sort through the mail. 

It’s through this little chat that your friendship blossoms. You drop by Simon’s flat for afternoon tea, where you tell him your office gossip. Gossip that he seems to be able to retain better than your current boyfriend ever does. Simon offers to take you out, never calls these outings dates but it certainly feels like one, especially when he’s got you giggling at his bad dad jokes. Sometimes he gives you flowers, and you have to ignore the way your heart hammers in your chest at the gift.

It’s on one of these outings, brunch at some fancy place you’d never be able to afford on your own, that Simon finally asks the question he’s been dying to know. 

“Why hasn’t that git gone and claimed you?” He asks it so casually, despite the way his own instincts are howling at him to lunge across the table and do it himself.

You sputter, nearly choking on your drink. Your face heats up, embarrassed by your reaction. It’s not a horrible question, and you’ve certainly told Simon far more intimate things than this. But, despite only knowing him for a few months, you do know Simon well. And you know how he’s going to react to this.

“Uh, well… I’m not entirely sure if Devin is the right choice, and I’m trying to give him a chance to prove himself,” you admit. You go to explain how your own parents had been an arranged relationship, forced together when your mother had gotten pregnant. It had been a disastrous pairing, and you witnessed firsthand the abuse an alpha can cause. Because of that, you refuse to let yourself be claimed until you’re absolutely positive that your partner is the right one. You can’t let your own pups be put through what you had to endure as a child.

To your surprise, Simon’s understanding of this. He goes on to vaguely explain how he’s experienced something similar, and he thinks you’re making the right choice by protecting yourself, and your future children, like that. “What’s got you hesitating with this bloke?” he asks, but he’s got a feeling he already knows the answer.

Simon’s not stupid, and he can read your body language, as well as the suddenly sour note in your scent. In all honesty, he doesn’t need you to answer the question. He’s heard the way Devin speaks to you, as if you’re stupid, as if you’re beneath him. And Simon just hums in acknowledgement at your lack of a response, and thankfully decides to change the subject.

Things are quiet after that. You're busy with your job and your boyfriend. Simon comes and goes with missions. You make time to see each other, and you find yourself enjoying Simon's company far more than you should. He's never pushy for information, never makes you feel bad for falling asleep during movie night. He's practically the perfect guy, the perfect alpha. 

It's this revelation that has you pulling away. Not from Simon, of course. But from your boyfriend. He just can't compare to Simon, especially when he makes you feel guilty for even wanting to spend time with Simon to begin with. And you can’t help but suddenly notice all the red flags in your relationship.

It’s your second heat, since you moved in, that things change.

You insist that you can handle it on your own, just hole up in your room and work through it by yourself. It’s what you did last time, and at the time Devin had been understanding. However, this time, he’s far less considerate, insisting that he should be allowed to help you through it.

It’s when the fight takes a physical turn, your boyfriend threatening and attempting to hit you, that makes you run out of the apartment. Right across the hall, and directly into Simon’s chest. He wraps one arm around you protectively, really just making sure you don’t fall over. 

You barely get one word out, teary eyed and shaking, before Simon’s pushing you into his apartment, telling you to make yourself comfortable. And then he’s gone, only to come back an hour later with bloody knuckles and some of your belongings. 

When you try to explain yourself, or get an explanation out of him, Simon just shakes his head and ushers you to his guest bedroom. It’s nicely furnished, with an excess amount of blankets that has you wondering if he was prepared for this to happen. You decide not to ask, far more distracting by the opportunity to build yourself a nest on the bed, a mix of blankets and pillows arranged into a carefully crafted structure. 

It’s fantastic, perfect for you to spend the next week curled up inside. But.. it’s missing something. And you can’t put your finger on it, not until Simon comes into the room to ask if you need anything else. It takes you a moment to gather the courage to ask him to scent some of the blankets. And the look he gives you, proud and maybe a little smug, makes your cheeks flush, as you pass over a blanket for him to scent. 

The next couple days pass in a blur. The only thing Simon lets you focus on is resting and relaxing before you officially start your heat. He handles gathering your things from your now ex boyfriend's place. You don’t have anywhere else to go, but Simon insists that you can worry about that after your heat. 

It’s night number three of staying in Simon’s guest room, that your heat finally kicks in. You wake up in the middle of the night, skin flushed and sweaty. It’s far too hot in the room, and you carefully peel your clothes off, practically moaning as the cool air hits your skin. Unfortunately, it doesn’t do anything to help the throbbing sensation between your legs, thighs wet from more than just your sweat.

You’re up and moving before you can really think about it, legs wobbly and unstable. But the alpha scent in your nest - musky and masculine - drives you out of the room. You need more of it, need it to stick to your skin until it’s all you can smell. It’s that need that has you stumbling out of the guest room, and into Simon’s. 

You’re not surprised to find him awake. You can only imagine how hard it must be to fall asleep when there’s an unclaimed omega just a room over. And you’re incredibly pleased when he doesn’t immediately push you out of the bed, pressing your body up against his.

“Simon,” you whine. 

All he does is hum in response, the bastard. One large hand on your back, rubbing circles along your spine. It feels nice, and has you relaxing into his touch.

“Need your help, please.”

“Thought ya wanted to wait,” he replies, voice low and rough. 

You do, or at least you did. But these past few months with Simon have proven he’s more than the right choice. The ways he’s courted you, listened to you, taken care of you - Simon’s the perfect alpha. You had just been too blind to see it, distracted by your failure of a boyfriend. But he’s out of the picture now, and there’s nothing stopping you from finally admitting how badly you want Simon. 

“Waited long enough. I want this, want you. I- Simon, please.”

There’s something almost predatory in his eyes, when Simon finally moves his head to look at you. But it’s quickly replaced with a smug smirk, and he tells you, “Don’t need to beg, love. I’ll take care of ya.”

(@purplepaladinsworld ur tag as promised, pookie! <3 Happy birthday!!)

This whole idea is based on it being a misunderstanding. Omega!Makarov is a feared man; no one even knows he is an omega; you were only allowed that grace of knowledge due to being his alpha -specifically chosen for being the most desired for your size and strength-. Knowing how secretive he was about his second gender, you presumed that he would never want pups as it would reveal his identity to the world, and he could not have that, could he? Hell, you did not even think he loved you; he only used you to satisfy his natural instincts that come with being an omega so that he would not be on a constant edge from having his subconscious desires not be fulfilled. You enforced the rule around using some form of protection as you did not want to force or pressure him into having pups that he would never want in a million years.

But oh, you poor, dumb alpha. How wrong could you be?

Omega!Makarov is infatuated with you. As soon as he saw you, he knew that you had to be his; no one else would be able to satisfy him after he saw you. Yes, he may be a cruel, heartless man but he loves you in his own special way and let me tell you he loves you with all his heart! He genuinely does! Now, being that he loves you so much, it is only natural that he wants your pups; it is only made worse by him being an omega and having the natural instincts to breed and have pups that poor omegas like him have. He knew he wanted pups from a young age, even if he knew that he did not love like a normal person does. Another part of him wanting to have pups is his own relationship with his father. A narcissistic, bullheaded alpha that abused Makarov and his poor brother for being omegas, Makarov had to watch as his poor mother was abused for not giving that asshole the alpha sons he desperately wanted. His father was never nice to him; he was a horrid father who chickened out at the last minute instead of suffering the consequences of his actions. Makarov does not want to be like that; he instead wants to be the best father he can be and have as many pups as he can to shove it to the old man who damaged him so much, to embrace the one thing his father abused him for and always forced him to hide.

So, for you to say that you need to use birth control? That is the biggest insult to him! Do you not love him? Do you not think he is a good enough omega to have your pups? Are you just using him to get yourself off? Are you planning on just dropping him off one day? Why do you not feel like him? He wants your pups so badly, why do you not want to give them to him?

He damn near hissed at you for suggesting such a thing, but he decided to hold his tongue as he knows he will get his way, he always has.

Now it just. depends on what type of birth control you force him to use for what he does to still be able to have your pups.

Condoms? Expect every single one to have multiple puncture holes from the set of pins that used to belong to his mother. Small enough for you not to notice but just big enough to allow enough cum to come through to give him a nice litter of pups. But that is only if you are stupid enough to allow him to be the only one to supply the condoms or allow him to be around the box by himself for longer than two minutes. If you buy them and never let him near them, you can be sure that those things will rip because, for some reason, your knot was a lot bigger than it normally is causing the condom to rip.

Birth control? He is lying about being on it. The prescription he showed you was a fake he forced a poor pharmacist to make as the pills inside that he showed you were nothing more than sugar pills mixed with the omegaverse version of Viagra known as an Amplifa that helps people knot while also increasing their fertility that he forced the drug dealers he hires to make. Each day, he will take them in front of you, knowing that they do not work. But if you are the one to supply the pills, then he is finding any pill or herb known to man to counteract it so that the birth control fails.

The Amplifa he uses to spike your drink and his own have a few side effects. I imagine omegas to have a reverse knot to match an alpha’s knot, which means they are doubly bonded. How it works is by inflating the sides of the passage like how, for an alpha, the base inflates to lock inside; it is to make sure that the alpha is being milked of all their cum and that the omega is too tight for the alpha to pull out. Since both he and you have been spiked with it, it causes your knot to inflate beyond the point of it being pulled out while he is too tight that it hurts to try and pull out. It also makes the knots last for hours upon hours instead of the normal half an hour to an hour, as it makes you cum so much. Not to mention it makes you incredibly more horny so you could fuck for longer.

With everything prepared, he has sex with you.

Once you are close to cumming he leg locks you making sure you can not push him off as you cum. Your knot inflating inside him as he milks you dry, all while he is still moving his hips in a specific motion to cause more friction that stimulates you and makes you hard yet again. Wiggling his hips and whining as you have yet another orgasm while the two of you are stuck together as his reverse knot will just not let go. Watching as his tummy begins to form a bump already as it grows from how much cum you have stuffed inside of it with every orgasm. He puts on the “I’m innocent, I swear!” act; he uses all the manipulation tactics he knows, the fake tears, the lies, the everything. He is just a simple omega who was trying to enjoy sex with his alpha; he has no idea what is going on. Whining over how worried he is since with this much cum he is most definitely already pregnant, even if you were being safe. All of this while he continues to move his hips as you cum once more.

Price looks like he's run a marathon, huffing and puffing more than a racehorse as he settles in his nest. Of course his heat had to hit a whole 2 weeks earlier than it was supposed to, leading him to make a makeshift nest out of whatever he had in his closet and what the lads gave him. You'd think with him getting on in age his heats would slow down and lessen in intensity, but it seemed like his body was out to get him with his heats remaining the same as they had been when he first joined the military.

At least he's got two alphas able to help him through it.

Gaz doesn't have an overpowering scent like most alphas, but the smell of an omega in the first stages of heat will have any alpha's scent glands going into overdrive. The heady smell of nutmeg and beeswax spreads through the room, mixing with Price's own mint and blackberry scent that's been turned sweeter from his heat, as Kyle tentatively gets in the nest, fumbling with his belt like he's a teenager while he nuzzles his nose into Price's sweaty neck.

"Kyle I swear on the queen if you don't pick up the pace." Price hisses but the edge in his words are dulled by the soft purrs coming from his chest.

"Sorry sir," Kyle mumbles as he rubs his skin against Price's, somehow managing to end up between Price's spread legs, his fingers pushing into his slick hole. "I just- you smell so good."

"Eager whelp." You huff a small laugh as Price groans. Your own movements are slower, more measured, your scent muskier thanks to your age. You feel Kyle's hackles raise as you settle behind him, your body so, so much larger than his. But the low rumbling chuffs you make has him calming down just a bit, enough to not notice when your hand grips his wrist, two of your fingers sliding in along his and curling. "Move your hand like this, you'll get him wet in seconds."

Price moans as your curling fingers brush against the spongy spot inside him, his cock leaking a few drops of pre against his stomach. "As if you weren't the same." Price chuckles, holding Kyle by the scruff so he can pull him down into a sloppy kiss. "First time you helped Simon with his heat you barely lasted a minute before you shot your lil lads like a virgin."

Gaz doesn't know how either of you have enough sense in your heads left to think let alone talk when he feels like his brain is melting through his dick. Your scents curl in his nose and he whines, so hard it hurts him as he feels Price clench and relax around his fingers. He sobs his muffled 'thank you's into Price's neck when you deem Price prepped enough, a firm hand on his cock guiding him inside that tight heat.

Kyle's hips try to snap up to sheathe himself inside his omega on instinct, a low and pitiful grownly whine leaving him when you hold him steady with only his tip inside that tight heat.

"Go slow." You chastise him, one large hand on his hip to keep Gaz still while the other slides down to hold him by his knot. "Wouldn't want you to cum too soon, right?" When Kyle nods dumbly you slowly push on his hips until he's almost all the way inside Price, a small slap on his flank getting Kyle to rock his hips in a way you hope Price still likes.

"Lad- you-" Your name sounds like an angel's choir on Price's lips, his head falling back. Kyle takes that time to lay kisses and hickeys across his neck. "So good to me boys." Price slurs, eyes closing and enjoying the stretch of his walls around Kyle's cock, the pleasure and small hints of pain scratching that gnawing heat in his blood.

"Careful now Kyle," You hum and let go of his cock when he picks up the pace you want him to have, his ass grinding against your cock every time he pulls out to thrust back into Price. "I'll need to show you how to fuck properly if you lack the skills."

You can see why Price picked him to be the team's alpha. Most knotheaded whelps would have been up at arms for even the mere suggestion of taking a cock up the ass, yet by the sharpening of Kyle's scent you can he likes the idea.

"I wouldn't mind that." Kyle shoots back, and his surprising words get a pleased rumble out of you. "Yeah, you like that big man- fuck- hah-" the teasing list in his voice is lost as he moans, the smooth glide of his cock into Price and the lewd sound of omega slick squelching every time he moves making heat burn in his veins.