Summary: You wake up after being attacked and find out werewolves do exist and you're now one of them.
Word Count: ~1.3k
A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.
Warnings: Hospital setting, Implied violence
Prologue --
You’re startled awake but you’re not sure by what. Last you remember you were walking home and…and that monster attacked you. He looked human but his strength suggested something else. You remember more types of pain than you thought possible to feel at once. There’s also the vague memory of fangs, claws. But that couldn’t be real, right? Just something your brain came up with as a trauma response?
You take in your surroundings. It feels like a hospital, given the machinery you’re connected to and the IV in your hand. But it feels too homey to be one, given the non-standard furniture and warm paint on the walls. The ice cream smell definitely adds to the homey atmosphere. Taking a closer look at the furniture you see blond, spiky hair peeking out from underneath a blanket on the couch. A pair of glasses on the table next to it.
Trying to get a better sense of things you try to sit up only to find yourself feeling too weak to do so. The door opens and in walks a tall man with short brown hair and blue eyes, carrying a giant box of what smells like food.
You freeze in place as it feels like your sense of smell is out of control. You know every food item that’s in that box. You can even smell the plastic silverware. There’s also the hint of…you’re not sure but it makes you think of summer nights.
The stranger sets the food down near the couch and gently wakes up the stranger with the spiky hair.
“Mmph,” spiky hair responds.
“C’mon, Jakey,” the stranger coos. “I know you had a late night. Got some food for ya.” He gently shakes Jake’s shoulder some more before looking around and seeing you. “Oh, the lady’s awake! Jake! She’s awake!” He starts bouncing a little as he shakes Jake more roughly. “You eat some of this breakfast, I’m gonna go get the doctor!” He points to you, “you’re a survivor! So glad to see it!” And then he runs out of the room, leaving you more confused.
Jake wakes up enough to put on his glasses. He looks your way and his eyes go wide, “you’re awake! That’s amazing! Let me get some of this food for you.” He goes to the box and starts pulling out smaller boxes of food, compiling them into a plate that you assume is for you. Your stomach growls so loudly you know he heard it but he doesn’t comment. You try to take the plate but your hands are too shaky. “Let me grab a chair and then I can feed you. Help you out.”
“What’s going on,” you ask, your voice barely louder than a whisper.
“Oh, I should get you some water first,” he replies, setting down the food and getting a glass of water from the sink.
As he turns to head towards you again, the stranger returns with another stranger. They almost look like brothers, but the new stranger has shorter hair and a leaner, more professional look.
“Hi there,” the new stranger smiles at you. “I’m Dr. Beck, you can call me Chris. Hal tells me you woke up just a bit ago. Can you tell me your name?” You give him your full name as best you can. When the doctor hears how hoarse your voice is he motions for Jake to give you some of the water he got for you. “Can you tell me what you remember about what happened to you?”
Between sips of water proffered by Jake you tell him about your abduction, walking home from work and being pulled into a truck by an inhumanly strong person. You tell them about how he tied you down and bit your shoulder. And then the pain. So much pain. You start crying and feel Jake gently, reassuringly, rubbing your shoulder. You don’t know when the stranger, Hal according to the doctor, had walked to your other side but he was mimicking Jake’s actions.
Dr. Beck nods and takes notes as you tell your story. You’re nervous about telling them some of the more outlandish things you think you remember but each time you do you’re met with understanding. Dr. Beck really seems to be taking you seriously and you’re very grateful for that.
“I know I probably sound crazy,” you shake your head. “I know it’s likely just a trauma response from my brain but I swear he had fangs and claws. Or at least everything hurt like he did.”
“That’s because he did have fangs and claws,” Dr. Beck tells you. “I’m sorry to have to tell you, but werewolves are real. You were bitten by a lone wolf, or loner. The various packs try to keep them from creating new werewolves but, as you can unfortunately see, there’s only so much we can do.”
“Is…is that why I can identify all of the food in that box?”
“It is. That reminds me,” Dr. Beck looks to the two other men, “Hal would you please get a plate of food for the lady? She’s got a lot of calories, vitamins and minerals to catch up on. Jake, please keep up with the water.”
“To catch up on? How long was I out?”
“Just a couple of days,” Dr. Beck assures. “Full moons have three days. From what we can tell, you were bitten on day one. Jake and his team rescued you on day two and we have been taking care of you the best we could since.”
“And, what happens now? I turn into a wolf every full moon? If that’s the case, how did you take care of me?”
“That’s a misconception in popular media,” Dr. Beck smiles. “If the full transformation happened so quickly, no one would be able to survive it. It’s a progressive process that takes several months. And when you’ve been a werewolf for a decade or so, it becomes easier to control yourself under the full moon. Especially for pack members whose primary role in the pack is to help other members.”
“So, what’s going to happen to me?”
“Well, for the immediate future you’re going to focus on resting and building up strength for the next full moon.” He gestures to the plate of food Hal has prepped for you. “Your metabolism is going to be changing so don’t be afraid to eat. At this stage you kinda can’t eat too much. Especially protein. And sleep as much as you want or need. Your brain is having to make a lot of changes as well to adapt to the enhanced senses you’ll be getting."
“Is it just the three of you in this pack?”
Hal chuckles, “no worries, you’ll meet more of the pack after you’ve built up some strength and gotten approval from our Pack Alpha.”
“I get why Dr. Beck, Chris, is here, but you two aren’t doctors or nurses, are you,” you ask, indicating Hal and Jake.
“That’s correct ma’am,” Hal responds with a smile.
“When me and my team first found you, you were mostly unconscious,” Jake added. “You seemed calmest when you were holding my hand, not even Aisha could calm you as much. We figured it would be safest for you if I stayed nearby.”
“And because Jake and I are bonded,” Hal smiles lovingly at Jake, “I’m here to take care of him, and do what I can to help you out as well.”
Your stomach growls loud enough to interrupt your thoughts and Dr. Beck smiles gently, “how about you focus on eating and getting some sleep. You have time to ask questions as you get better.”
You nod and, with Hal’s help, you dig into the food on your plate.
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Pairing: Mechanic Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader x Carpenter Alpha!Hal Carter
Summary: Bucky and Hal help you through the beginning of your heat.
Word Count: Over 3.3k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), threesome, spitroasting, a/b/o dynamics, conflicting feelings (everything is consensual), talk of safe word, stubborn reader (is that a warning?), Alpha!Bucky and Alpha!Hal (they are warnings, okay?).
A/N: Only took me 9 months to get to the next part of A Proper Welcome done for you lovelies! Excited once again to share more this particular reader and relationship as it unfolds. Beta read by the amazing @christywantspizza , but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Moodboard created by yours truly and banners by the lovely @maysdigitalarts .
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You weren't sure what you expected to happen after you ordered your alphas to own you, but they didn't move after they both removed their shoes. True to their word, they waited for you to open the door. Your hand shook as you reached for the handle, your defenses still fighting your instincts. Bucky placed his hand over yours when you made no move to open it. You were shocked you were still upright.
“Are you having second thoughts? Are you scared?”
You almost shrank back, not because you didn’t want his hands on you. No, you craved him and Hal. That was the problem. “A bit scared,” you admitted, quickly shaking your head. “Doesn’t matter. Just need you to fuck me.”
“It matters if you’re scared of us,” Hal said, placing his hand on the back of your neck. He didn’t squeeze or apply any pressure, but it soothed you more than you expected. “You need to tell us. Please.”
Your body responded instantly to the combined touch, warmth spreading from your chest down between your legs. “Not scared of you. I’m scared of what happens after,” you felt a tear fall before you could stop yourself. Because Hal was right, everything would change once they had you.
“Didn’t you say we’ll talk after this is over?” he reminded you. “We’ll figure this out.”
“But why would you want me without your marks?” you asked. At least, you thought you asked. Your words felt heavy on your tongue as you tried to turn the handle. It wasn't easy to fight biology.
I don’t want my alphas to reject me. Why do they have that power over me? Why am I giving them that?
“Open the door, baby, and we’ll show you how much we want you. Marked or not,” Hal said against the shell of your ear.
“We’ve got you,” Bucky added, pressing a kiss just above your collar. "You hear me?”
Another tear rolled down your hot cheek. It was exactly what you needed to hear and it wasn’t a lie. Good alphas. My alphas. The knowledge that they would be yours without the bond yet finally made you push the door open.
I’m allowed to be vulnerable. I’m still strong. I’m safe.
"Good girl. We know that wasn't easy. This is your space and it means everything that you're letting us in," Hal praised.
"Red," you said quickly. "If I need to stop," you added so they understood what you meant.
You weren't sure how many omegas had safe words or if you could even remember once you slipped past the point of no return.
"Green for good and yellow for warning?" Hal asked, nodding when you did.
"Good girl," Bucky said, shutting the door once the three of you were inside. "Thank you for telling us."
The view of your nest feet away called to you, a fresh wave of slick coming on at the realization that they were going to ruin you there. The only men you would ever allow into your bedroom and the most sacred parts of you were going to get you through this. The tingles of arousal continued to pool from your gut as you stumbled forward, whining when a pair of arms kept you from falling.
“Easy, kitten,” Hal said affectionately. “Let’s get you out of these clothes first. Then we’ll give your body what it needs, okay?”
Bucky stood before you as you nodded and wordlessly lifted your arms when he grasped the hem of your top. "We'll get you through this," he whispered, lifting the fabric away and dropping it to the floor.
Hal kept an arm around your waist as he unhooked your bra, Bucky's hands coming up to remove that as well. Your breasts spilling free relieved some of the tension you carried, but it wasn't what you needed. The ache between your thighs increased when you caught the darkening gaze from the large alpha in front of you.
"Beautiful, omega. Fuck, can I touch you?"
"Yeah. Touch me," you whined, wondering if you looked desirable when you pushed your chest towards his palms. The weight of your breasts in Bucky’s hands occupied you while Hal pulled down your skirt and underwear. He avoided touching your wet, pulsing cunt. Why? "Kiss me."
Bucky brushed his lips against yours, his thumbs brushing along your hardened nipples. Purring from the featherlight touch, heat continued to spread through your body as you moved insistently against him. The kiss ended far too soon, but you had no time to complain when Hal turned your head toward him.
If Bucky's kiss was tender and gentle, Hal's was consuming. His tongue swept inside your eager mouth, taking his time to explore. A slow smolder. A fast burn. They gave you both. Like the last, it ended before you wanted it to.
"She won't break, Buck," he assured his friend.
"What?" you mumbled.
The vibration of a growl had you opening your mouth, registering that Bucky kissed you again. The tenderness simmered still beneath the fervor, their hands strong and sturdy against your trembling body. It no longer felt like your heat dictated your wants. It was them. These men were going to devour you.
Let them swallow me whole.
"You with us?" Hal asked when Bucky's lips trailed along your jaw.
"Yeah. Green," you gritted, your abdomen tightening in pain. "Fuck."
"Okay, let's get you to bed," Bucky slipped an arm around your waist to help Hal guide you over. The action distracted you from the momentary pain, comfort flooding you as they placed you on the mattress. "There you go."
"Clothes. Off." you gasped, gazing between them as you stretched out on your back.
You struggled to sit up as they began to undress, unsure of which one of them to concentrate on. Bucky's broad chest rose and fell with each breath, the metal arm fitting for his hard body. Hal's sun-kissed abs tempted you to touch them. The leaner of the two, he looked no less intimidating. Whimpering when they both began to push off their jeans, you couldn't stop the slick that began to stain your sheets.
"Still need us?" Bucky questioned, his thick cock springing free. "Need us to take care of you?"
"Use your words, omega," Hal smirked, his cock hard and ready, too.
Care for me. Keep me. Don't let me go, please.
"Fuck me," you begged, your fingers twisting in the sheets. The sheer size of them made you wonder if they'd split you in two, but you welcomed the challenge. Your body would accept theirs and make a home for them. "Now."
"On your knees," Bucky ordered.
"Bossy," you muttered as you turned over and moved to the middle of the mattress.
"You like it," Hal noted, settling in front of you on his knees. Instead of shoving his dick in your watering mouth like you half expected, he cupped your cheeks instead. "Don't you?"
Biting your lip, you nodded slightly. "Don't tell him that."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear you," Bucky said, the bed dipping behind you as Hal chuckled. "Fuck, look at you. So pretty. So wet."
"Smells so good. Can't wait to taste you."
You never thought praise for your pussy would make you preen, but your alphas continued to surprise you. The smaller alpha kissed your forehead as hands moved up the back of your thighs, getting closer to your most intimate parts. You could smell their arousal, which fueled your own. The reminders that they were there for you was enough to make you faint.
"Fuck me," you whispered because that was easier to say. It was all your brain could process as your basic nature took over. "Alphas, I need you."
"Bucky needs to stretch you out a bit. We don't wanna hurt you."
"You won't."
You gasped when the first finger breached you. It was embarrassing how wet you were, but you didn't dwell on it as the thick digit pumped slowly in and out of you.
"You're tight, doll. I know you'll open up for us, but he's right. We don't wanna hurt you."
The small hiss you let out had more bark than bite. You'd be sore and exhausted by the time your heat finished. The good alphas that they were, they knew the prep was necessary. You'd be covered in their scents soon enough.
"Bucky, hurry up," you whined as another long, thick finger pushed inside, spreading and stretching you with such care.
"And you call me bossy," you heard the smirk in his voice. "Need me inside you so badly you can't wait a few more seconds? Need Hal that badly, too?"
I'll smack him with his own metal hand when this is over. I swear. No, no, no. Good alpha. He's a good alpha.
"Yes! Please! Why won't you fuck me?!"
Going into heat was an experience you never expected to get used to, no matter how many times you went through it. The need to be taken, bred and claimed wasn’t something you asked for. But being surrounded by the scents of the two powerful alphas boxing you in, you wondered why you resisted your nature so much. Maybe because you had never met anyone like Bucky Barnes and Hal Carter.
But I’m not ready to be claimed. Not yet. What if it does matter to them? What if they want a better omega? Someone who isn’t as stubborn as I am?
A whine bubbled from your chest at the thought of them rejecting you after letting them in, a call to them to protect you. The air that crackled between you and the men shifted to something deeper, more intimate. The rumbles from their chest soothed you, willing your body to relax as your mind shut down more.
"Look at me," Hal urged, dipping his head so he was in your line of sight. You wished you could always see that tenderness in his eyes. "Breathe, baby, please."
Bucky kissed the base of your spine as you took slow, deep breaths. "Good girl. We're still here, doll. Not going anywhere."
"Sorry," you mumbled as Hal shook his head.
"Don't you dare say you're sorry. This is a lot and it's an honor that you're letting us help you."
"You're helping us, too," Bucky said, making you whimper as he pulled his fingers out. "Believe it or not, you are. Our kitten."
"Our beautiful kitten," Hal smiled.
Being called "kitten" just then almost felt like "omega", but it was different. Special. And you weren't sure if it was their words, scents or touch that kept your breathing nice and steady. Maybe it was all of it.
Thank you.
"Look at him," Hal urged, helping you turn your head to look over your shoulder.
You held your breath as you watched Bucky lick your slick from his fingers, a deep growl reverberating in his chest. The sight of his blown pupils added to your crazed need as he brought his hand to his cock. Your thighs twitched as he pressed the tip to your aching hole. He was going to wreck you just for Hal to do the same.
"Green, alphas. Please."
You were ready.
"Fuck," Bucky groaned when he began to push in.
"Breathe," Hal whispered before the air rushed back into your lungs. "Good girl."
By some miracle you didn't collapse as you took Bucky's cock in inch by inch, resisting the urge to push your hips back. As desperate as you were to be fucked deep and hard by each of them, this type of care was what you needed in your core. Hal's hand moved along the back of your neck and shoulders, easing away the remaining tension. As you predicted, your body stretched and welcomed your alpha home. It would for both of them.
Home. I'm home.
"Fuck, you're still tight," Bucky hissed, keeping his hips still as you adjusted to his size. "Pussy's gripping me like a vice."
You purred, clenching around him with purpose as he finally moved. You were already close. It should've mortified you to be on the edge of an orgasm from the first slide of the thick length inside you, but you didn't care.
"Bucky. Hal," your thighs shook as you whined.
"You need to come? It's okay, kitten. Do it," Hal encouraged you, brushing a thumb along your cheek as his other hand fisted his cock.
“Come,” Bucky grunted.
Your eyes widened as your release shot through you, your own cry echoing in the room as your muscles spasmed. Your mind began to fracture as Bucky thrust through it, pleasure blinding you as you found Hal’s mouth. His tongue against yours added to the ecstasy that threatened to tear you apart. You allowed them to destroy you.
The orgasm took some of your edge off, but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until they gave you what biology demanded: to be knotted and bred. They wouldn’t actually breed you tonight, but your body wouldn’t know the difference. Not while you were stuffed full.
Need their knots. Need them.
“There you go, kitten. That’s better, isn’t it? Keep sucking my cock back in.”
Your walls ached as Bucky pistoned in and out of you, tears forming from the burning pleasure that began to quickly build again. The evidence of your climax seeped around his cock as you struggled to hold on, the unyielding and steady pace overwhelming your senses. Your head dropped, trying to lick at Hal, wanting to take care of both alphas.
“Kitten, you don’t have to- Oh, fuck,” Hal moaned as your hands gripped his thighs for purchase, swallowing him down as much as you could. “We don’t deserve you.”
You whined in protest, savoring how he twitched against your tongue. It was the other way around. How were you worthy of them? Their strength and patience, the need to take care of you yet agreeing to your terms. You wished you could find a way to properly thank them. For now, your body would do.
“We don’t,” Bucky’s breath slid over your back as he stretched over you again, forcing you to take more of Hal in your throat. Both of them inside you had your senses in overdrive, taking what they gave you. “Beautiful, fierce, ours.”
“And yours. We’re yours,” Hal’s wrecked voice had your abdomen tightening as tears fell from your eyes, mewling as his hand moved underneath your collar. Damn hormones. “It’s okay. We’ve got you.”
You were thankful you couldn’t speak because the urge to rip your collar off and beg for their marks grew with each thrust. Bucky gripped your hips to hold you in place as you sucked harder and clenched tighter, anything to push the thought of being claimed away. Your heart ached from the struggle because it would feel so right to have them sink their teeth in.
Wouldn’t it?
“You’re brave, kitten. Strong. You’re you. The kind of partner we need,” Bucky reminded you, as if he sensed the internal conflict.
Partner. Not omega, partner. An equal.
“The partner we crave.”
Even as they fucked you, they could see right through you. These alphas who accepted you on your terms and gave you hope for a brighter tomorrow. It was everything you wanted to deny, but everything you needed to believe and accept.
They’re my home.
“Stop,” Hal gasped, gently pulling himself out of your mouth. His cock bobbed in front of your face as he wiped the drool from your chin, trying in vain to take him back in. “We both know you don’t want me finishing in your mouth. Not yet.”
You whined because it was true. As tempting as it was for him to spill down your throat, you needed him in your soaked cunt. Wanted Bucky to pin your arms over your head as Hal put you on your back. God, he’d keep your legs spread open as he speared you over and over.
“Knot me, breed me!” you cried.
“We will. We will,” Bucky promised, driving faster into you.
“You’ll feel us for days. Weeks,” Hal swore and, fuck, you believed him.
“I’m close,” Bucky warned, though he didn’t need to. The swell of his forming knot pushing against your hole gave you the signal loud and clear. “Gonna take my knot like a good girl. Get your slick all over me while I fill you up and make you mine. And when I’m done, Hal’s gonna do the same. ‘Til you’re begging for us to stop.”
“No, don’t stop, don’t stop!” You arched your back as Hal’s hand glided over your bouncing breasts and aching nipples, desperate to be consumed by both of them. “Alpha, please. don’t stop. Oh, God!”
You exploded, moving helplessly between them as your walls twitched. Flames shot down your spine as you once again allowed the sensations to take over again. You barely registered that they spoke to you, coaxing you through another powerful orgasm. A noise spilled from your mouth, something between a scream and plea, tired of being empty.
“Fuck, kitten, that’s it. That’s fucking it. Give it to us. Give us everything,” Bucky growled, thrusting once more.
A kaleidoscope of colors danced in front of your eyes as he seated himself fully inside you, having to hold onto Hal as he filled you like he promised. Hot and thick, your body greedily accepted every drop of him. Teeth sank into your shoulder, drawing another cry from you. It wasn’t a claiming mark, but it felt good.
Everything felt good.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” Hal praised, giving Bucky a small smirk and a smack to his shoulder. “Stop growling against her skin and get her on her side so she’s comfortable.”
Bucky grumbled something you couldn’t catch as he released his teeth, kissing tenderly over the bite. He didn’t move you right away, both of you trying to catch your breath. Your heart pounded fast, your walls gripping his knot like it would fade away too quickly if you stopped.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the larger alpha whispered as he nudge the collar with his nose. “This is heaven. You’re heaven. Hal, fuck, you’re gonna lose your mind.”
“I already have,” Hal said, kissing your forehead. “I already have.”
Your heart raced, reaching up to touch your collar. They hadn’t tried to remove it. They listened to you. “Alphas?” you mumbled, wincing when you attempted to inch forward.
“Easy, easy,” Bucky whispered as he wrapped his arm around your waist, carefully shifting so you both laid on the bed. He huffed against your skin as he spooned you, smiling as Hal grabbed a water from the bedside.
“Here.” He brought the bottle to your lips.
You took a few sips, whining when you saw how hard he still was.
“Don’t worry, kitten,” his voice deepened as he set the bottle down and stretched out in front of you. “Once his knot goes down, you’ll have mine.”
“Thank you,” your eyes squeezed shut, hiccuping as your chest seized up. “Stay.”
Don’t cry again. Don’t fucking cry.
“Oh, kitten,” Bucky sighed, rubbing your hip when you hid your face in Hal’s chest. “You don’t need to thank us. We’re staying right here.”
“We’re yours, remember? Your alphas,” Hal gave you an assuring smile. “Now be good and rest for a few minutes.”
“Bossy,” you muttered.
“And you love it.”
Their words in your mind lulled you back into a sense of comfort, floating as you stayed boxed between them. A sleepy smile formed, half aware that this was just the beginning and that your alphas weren’t going anywhere. You could be mortified by your needy behavior later. For now, you let yourself be an omega. Because your secondary gender isn't a weakness with them around.
I’m safe. I’m cared for.
I’m home.
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I have job ideas already for Steve/Reader in the new omegaverse
Reader I headcanon works in HR or some assistant job at the same company Steve works for. While she’s HR or something like it, Steve works as a graphic designer/artist who creates logos/promos for the company
They arrive at the same time (because they travel together) and end the day leaving together.
Reader’s boss in particular is a giant deuche bag and she often complains about him to the alphas in the bakery but never expects anything to happen. Its only after Steve tries to confront her boss for being a giant asshole that the alphas feel like they have to step in
Bucky & Hal is the first to warn the boss and alpha not to fuck with their omegas, a threat that should be listened to although her boss is a stubborn dick and continues to push the omegas
Their boss doesn’t listen or take what the alphas are threatening seriously until Ari & Curtis show up during her lunch break and put an end to it
I also headcannon that her boss is fired and the replacement is so much better
Hal is not an easily jealous man, but when Nick’s around, Hal holds tighter to you. Nick oozes charm in a way that Hal has to work at. But Hal knows that you love him and wouldn’t look twice at Nick
This also gives me alpha Hal and Alpha Nick vibes, sharing an omega. Nick is the opposite of Hal-he gets easily jealous, except with Hal. Both men take care of you in the ways that you need-Nick a bit rougher, Hal a bit sweeter-balanced just the way you like it
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, heats, horny Hal & reader, cursing, sex, smut, soft smut, smutterfluff, feelings and love, softness, etc.
A/N: I hope y’all don’t mind another suuper long drabble… this one got away from me but I just love writing about thoughts and feelings and stuff. I can’t help it! Sorry for the wait on this one, anon, but thank you for this inspiring prompt. My first Hal fic and my first ABO fic!
Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club ongoing Drunk Drabbles. Enjoy, thank you all so much for reading!! 😘
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You'd spent the better part of the afternoon rearranging the furniture and collecting every blanket and pillow you could find in your large farmhouse, ending up with a very impressive nest in the corner of your living room. You couldn't wait for Hal to get home so you could show him.
Love bloomed in your chest when you thought about your alpha, but it quickly changed to something more carnal, a confirmation that your heat was indeed coming and your day’s work hadn’t been in vain. You had a few more preparations to make, so you hurried to finish up, collecting supplies and stoking the fireplace. You looked over your work and smiled, then turned your attention to the living room window, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.
It looked like the weather was worsening, they were forecasting a storm this weekend, and you were secretly relieved. It was looking like the perfect weekend for everything to happen; you were going into heat and the two of you would be snowed in at home. Perfect. You smiled and your stomach flipped in excitement, your anticipation making you wet already. You added one last log to the fire before you hurried upstairs to change, picking out some lingerie that you knew your husband loved. After throwing a silk robe on overtop you sauntered back down to your nest, getting comfortable in its midst, thoughts of your mate quickly becoming the only sane thoughts in your head. It was time. You needed him to come home, now.
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The storm was moving in quickly, and Hal trudged through the snow drifts back to the house. He was glad he didn’t have plans to go anywhere this weekend, navigating through such a blizzard was always difficult. He was looking forward to a weekend in, watching movies, maybe cooking a nice meal with his mate. He smiled as he thought of you, and was looking forward to seeing you after a hard day’s work.
The scent of your heat hit him like a tidal wave as soon as he walked through the door. Oh. Now he was very glad that he didn’t have anywhere to be this weekend, his desire for you quickly overpowering every other thought in his mind. Your scent rolled over him, enticing him, caressing his senses and causing warmth to slither down his spine into his belly. Hal felt his cheeks heat up despite just coming in from the cold, and hurried to remove his thick winter coat and boots. He strode into the house, stopping in the living room doorway and leaning casually against the door frame. His cock twitched eagerly at the sight before him.
“What’s going on here, sweetheart?” he drawled, knowing his suave demeanor would light a fire in you. The sight of you cuddled up in your nest was adorable, but the gesture itself ignited a need deep within him, and his mind was already growing cloudy with lust. Almost all other thoughts were forgotten, and he longed to dive in there with you and claim what was his, but he wanted to play with you a little bit first.
“Hello, my Alpha.” Your breathy voice and use of his rank pulled a small whine from Hal’s throat. His jeans were growing tight and it was so hot in here. He stripped his shirt off as he stalked towards your corner, crouching down at the edge of your nest. He reached out to cup your face, stroking your cheek, and his heart leapt into his throat as you nuzzled into his hand, love and adoration shining in your eyes.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. Your eyes fell closed and a soft sigh escaped your lips, sending a shiver across Hal’s skin. “You’ve been busy today, Omega,” he praised, your body’s reaction to his words driving him wild. The scent of your arousal was so strong and inviting, he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait much longer. He had been hungry when he got home, looking forward to a warm meal and a warm shower before settling in for the evening, but the situation at hand had caused all of that to fly out the window.
The only thing he needed now was you.
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You grinned and whined eagerly when Hal got home. The clamour of the door opening and closing against the cold winds, heavy boots on the floor and then complete silence as your scent hit him made you squirm. He knew. It excited you so much. Then the way he strolled into the room and held himself so casually, playing innocent when you could see the desire on his face, his scent filling the room now too, it sent a thrill down your spine. Heat pooled in your belly and just the sight of him caused slick to form between your already damp thighs. You shifted amongst your blankets and greeted him, breathless already, enticing him to come closer.
He whined, a primal sound that set your skin on fire, your body yearning for him, your Alpha. He strode over to you quickly, shedding his shirt along the way, and your mouth watered at the sight of him. You needed him, needed his hands on you, needed to touch him and feel him and get as close to him as you possibly could. Your need was almost overwhelming. When he cupped your cheek in his strong hand, his touch sent a jolt to your core and you leaned into the touch, craving him so badly. It was electric, and you gazed up at him, almost forgetting how to breathe.
Hal’s bright blue eyes had darkened significantly, your day’s work speaking volumes to him. When he called you beautiful and praised your efforts, and when your rank fell from his lips you thought you were going to die right there in his hand. He smiled.
His hand trailed down from your cheek, along your neck to your collarbone, lightly tracing across it. His fingers left a heated trail along your skin, and he slipped them beneath your robe gently pushing it open to reveal your lacy lingerie underneath. A hum of approval rumbled through him and he trailed his fingers further down, across your stomach to the waistband of your lace bottoms. Your chest was heaving already and he was barely touching you.
“Alpha,” you gasped, feeling sweaty and starting to ache for him. “I need you.” Hal’s eyes flicked back to yours, they were hungry, but soft and loving.
“I know, sweetheart,” his voice was low and smooth, but he was quickly losing his resolve, your scent and pheromones having as much of an effect on him as his were on you. His hand curled around your waist and then trailed back up your side, sending shivers across your skin, and up to your neck again. “Is all this for me? For us?” He asked you so gently, all you could do was nod shyly, entranced by him, following his fingers as they drew you towards him. His lips brushed against yours in a sweet kiss that quickly became heated and desperate. You ached to touch him, bringing your hands to his chest and quickly curling them up to his neck and into his hair.
His scent engulfed you and you whined desperately into his mouth. You needed your alpha so badly, you couldn’t think of anything else. Hal didn’t need much coaxing to tumble into the nest with you, keeping his mouth on yours as you fell backwards into the welcoming soft blankets, his strong arms and body caging you in. He pressed kisses along your jaw, along your throat, sucking on your mark before kissing further down and running his tongue along your collarbone. Your hips bucked upwards and you gasped, surrendering yourself to your mate.
“My beautiful, perfect omega,” Hal moaned against your throat and all but cried at the praise.
“Please,” you begged him. “Please, I need you.” Your voice trailed off as he continued kissing your throat, and you could feel him smiling against your skin.
“Shhh darlin’, it’s ok, I’m here.” He kissed back up to your lips, and then lifted you up slightly to get you out of your robe. He laid you down again and sat back on his heels to take in the sight of you. The way he looked at you drove you wild, and you couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze, arching your back and bearing your throat.
“Fuck,” he growled under his breath, reaching to undo his pants. “So gorgeous.” He shed his jeans quickly and engulfed you again, burying his face in your neck and kissing your throat again. He couldn’t get enough of your scent, and you were getting drunk off of his. You started moaning incoherently, gasping and begging for him, your hands scrambling over his back. Hal reached down to push your panties out of the way, and when his cock teased your velvety, soaking entrance, he growled, and it sent a shiver up your spine so strong that you shivered violently in his arms. He cupped your chin again, steadying you, and forcing you to look into his eyes. You blinked, trying to pull yourself out of a daze.
“I love you,” he whispered, and your heart melted.
“I love you too,” you replied, and then he was pushing inside, and you swear you whited out for a split second, your world finally crashing into a perfect alignment.
Hal set a steady pace, but it quickly became more frantic as his need for you overtook everything else. You clutched at his back, feeling the way his strong muscles rippled beneath your fingers, and he buried his face in your neck, the both of you desperately clinging to each other. Your pants and gasps along with his needy moans filled the room, and before long you could feel the delicious drag of his knot, inflating and catching as he thrust in and out of you. You mewled his name, getting close already. Hal pressed sloppy kisses to your throat, moaning your name incoherently, his thrusts turning sporadic. His groan shook you to the core as he came hard. He filled you up and you screamed his name as you came too, your climax crashing over you when you felt his knot inflate completely and lock you together.
After a few moments you had to tell yourself to relax and untangle your limbs from around him, and he rolled the pair of you over, holding you close and stroking your hair.
“God, you’re so amazing,” Hal praised, still panting and sweaty. You hummed, satisfied for the moment, enjoying the bliss from your orgasm and your mate’s warmth and scent surrounding you. The two of you dozed on and off, cuddling in each others’ arms, completely shutting out the world outside. Soft kisses and sighs peppered hot skin, and before long your body was craving him again, his scent driving you wild once more. You buried your face in his neck, nosing against his scent gland.
“I need you again, Alpha, I need more.” You grazed your teeth against his throat before rolling you both over again and looked down at him with hungry eyes. His gaze matched yours, he looked hungry, predatory, but also completely relaxed and sated. He hummed and brought one hand to your waist, while his other arm stretched up behind his head.
“You need more of your alpha, ‘mega?” You nodded your head and rolled your hips slightly, drawing a rumble from Hal’s throat. His knot had pretty much deflated but he was still inside you, and you could feel him growing hard again. You bit your lip and decided to tell him something that had been nagging at your mind for a while.
“I need more of you. I need more of us. I think it’s time.”
“Time for what, sweetheart?”
You lay your weight down on his chest and brought your hand up to the side of his face, your voice barely a whisper against his lips.
“Time for pups, my love.”
Both of Hal’s hands shot up to cup your face, and you giggled at his expression. He held you just far enough away that he could stare into your eyes, his own holding a mix of shock, surprise and adoration. His mouth parted in disbelief, his voice a hushed whisper like your own.
“Really?”
You nodded and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, but the fire in Hal’s belly wouldn’t let it rest at that. He crushed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close as physically possible. His hips rolled up into yours and you had to pull away slightly as a moan escaped you. Hal growled, his cock stretching you now, and he carded a hand through your hair. His eyes were blown wide with lust and want.
“I fucking love you, Omega. You’re incredible.”
“I love you too, my Alpha, more than anything in the world.”
He pulled you close, kissing you again with all the fire in his being, wrapping himself around you. You barely left your nest at all that weekend, perfectly consumed by each other as you made love over and over again, the storm outside completely forgotten.
Had a dream about Alpha Hal last night. I was seriously overstimulated and he just held me and purred until I calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.
That sounds like an amazing dream, nonnie! Hal would be one of the best alphas ever and no one can convince me otherwise. You know he walks around shirtless half the time because you steal them for your nest and he's proud of that. He runs warm anyway, so he'd rather you have something with his scent nearby.
And just imagine the rumble in his chest when he holds you, gentle kisses against your temple and neck, wherever he can reach. His nose follows his path and just keeps you in his arms until he can sense that you're okay. Even then, he doesn't let go.
Not when he has the world in his arms.
Love and thanks! ❤️ Also hope you sleep easy tonight. ❤️
Summary: You wake up after being attacked and find out werewolves do exist and you're now one of them.
A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.
A/N2: The tags from the previous chapter indicated Beck was an Omega but I'm retconning that a bit to have him be a Beta.
Warnings: Hospital setting, Implied violence
Part 1 -- Part 3
The next week is a muddle of eating, sleeping, and learning how to live with your improved senses. Hal, Jake and Chris are all very patient with you and very respectful as well. You'd asked about female accompaniment but, apparently, some tropes are real and female werewolves are few and far between. But all three of them were gentlemen and always respected your boundaries, for which you were grateful.
In some ways you felt like a teenager going through puberty again. Your body was building new muscles and you frequently underestimated your strength. Your proprioception was incredibly off. Meanwhile your appetite was off the charts and you had no sense of a circadian rhythm as your body kept deciding to fall asleep at random times for long hours.
Whenever you were awake the guys worked hard to help you adapt to everything. You lost count of how many times Hal had to catch you because you were stumbling over your own two feet. Jake was a big help when it came to relearning scents. And Chris was always quick with an answer to your question of "what's going on?" You'd often cry in frustration and he'd explain to you while Hal held you and purred and Jake held your hand, providing water or food if you needed it. They were quite the effective care team.
The next full moon was coming up quick and you were scared. The last full moon was nothing but pain followed by weeks of, essentially, physical therapy.
"I won't sugar coat it," Chris cautions. "This next full moon will be tough for all of us. You've developed more of that werewolf strength and you're likely to grow full claws and fangs this time around. It's going to be painful for you, of course, but it's also going to be more dangerous for us. So our focus is going to be on keeping you calm and trying to mitigate the pain."
"That's part of the reason we've been doing scent training," Jake adds. "Gotta know which ones aggravate and annoy as opposed to being neutral or calming."
"Why can't you just restrain me for all of it? If it's so dangerous, shouldn't I be shackled to the bed or something?"
Chris shakes his head, "your fight or flight response is going to go into overdrive during all of this. Restraining you with manacles or something will only make it worse. You're much more likely to hurt yourself and then still hurt us."
"But that's a big part of why I'm here," Hal adds. "Young moons, such as yourself, are much more prone to influence from Alphas. Hopefully my purring will be enough but I do have Alpha commands if needed."
"Commands?"
"Both Alphas and Omegas have something," Chris jumps in. "When you were first found, Aisha, an Omega, tried to use her Omega tone to calm you down. They also have a kind of purr as well. Alphas, like Hal here, can bark an order that every fiber of your being will want to obey."
"Do Betas have anything?"
"We have an intelligence bonus," Jake smirks. "Alphas and Omegas both get bonuses to charisma, one for intimidation, the other for persuasion, but Betas get intelligence."
"And werewolves, in general, get a bonus to constitution, strength and wisdom-perception?" Your knowledge of Dungeons and Dragons is limited but you think you know what Jake is talking about.
This is confirmed when his face lights up, "you play D&D?!"
You give a small smile, "just some 5th edition stuff."
Jake grabs you for a hug. "When you're accepted into the pack, you're joining me for game nights!"
A/N: written on my phone. Not proofread. Needed to write and this came out.
Warnings: mild blood and pain. Death of a minor character.
Part 1 (Introductions)
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Jake and his crew were out again. There had been a recent full moon so they had to go on the hunt for rogue werewolves and any victims they may have turned. Standard procedure for every Were community wanting to protect their territory.
Jake's team weren't in charge of the territory, they were just really good at hunting down lone wolves (Loners) and rescuing the recently turned. He and Pooch were the Betas, good at keeping things calm. Cougar and Clay were the Alphas in case things got out of hand. Aisha was the only Omega and had a specialty for protecting rescues and getting them out of danger.
They were driving with the windows down so Clay and Cougar could pick up any unusual scents. Pooch was driving but slowed down when Cougar gave him a signal. Clay readjusted so he could look for what Cougar was picking up. When he was able to confirm Pooch drove them to the nearest off-road that got them closer.
After about an hour of driving around they were able to establish a perimeter. They parked the car and headed out on foot, weapons and other gear ready to go. They moved quickly but quietly, following Clay's lead, Cougar bringing up the rear.
It didn't take long for the team to get the lone wolf's scent. Unfortunately it was quite foul. Not all lone wolves were dangerous, but this one definitely was. They were able to track it to a dilapidated shack in the woods.
Underneath that scent, though, Jake picked up another. He signaled Aisha and she confirmed she smelled it too. There was a victim, recently turned. The rest of the team was quietly alerted to the intel and they switched tactics. They couldn't just go in guns blazing.
The Loner must've been seriously distracted with how close they were able to get before it was alerted to their presence. They didn't have to worry about a fight. Loners like this one were far more likely to run. That's why Cougar always carried a sniper rifle.
They heard a scream and Clay, Jake and Aisha rushed into the shack. Clay was able to get off a few shots before the Loner ran out a back door, right into Cougar's sights. One shot and it was down.
Meanwhile Jake and Aisha put their weapons away and turned to you. The Loner had hoped to distract the team by injuring you and pushing you in their way. You were sobbing from the pain and bleeding a lot from the scratches along your back. Aisha went into medic mode and started using her Omega tone to try to calm you down, talking to you as she and Jake patched you up.
Her tone does soothe you a bit. So do some of the scents from these new, helpful people. You're not used to the barrage of mental images each scent hits you with and you pass out, overwhelmed.
Clay calls up the pack Alpha, Steve Rogers, and updates him. They'll stay in the shack and wait for a medical team to arrive to take you to the Pack's town.
You're in and out of sleep the entire time. You're still unsure what's going on but you'll trust these people who have treated your wounds. They are able to explain a few things to you, about what's happened to you, and what's going to happen in the immediate future.
Every time you're asleep, your scent comes through without the undertones of pain and fear and Jake can't help but find it sweet. If it weren't for Aisha's presence, he'd likely have gone in for a deeper smell.
Every time you're awake you can't help but go for Jake's hand. You can't pinpoint why other than that he has a nice scent and you take comfort in his presence.
Aisha notices this and suggests to Jake that he accompany you back to the town. They can handle themselves for other cases and your health and well-being are the priority.
Not wanting to wake you up, Jake sends a text to his Alpha letting him know what was going on and asking to meet him at the doctor's when he gets back.
It takes a few minutes but Hal texts him back all the assurance and support Jake needs.
