Gnawing at my cage thinking about AlphaxAlpha ShaneIlya.
Omega!Shane is great, truly. But there is something soooooooo them about it being A/A instead.
Alpha Shane, who doesn't really understand the whole "omegas and their cunts" thing.
Alpha Shane, who thinks that heat sex sounds... sticky and displeasant at best.
Alpha Shane, who tries the whole sleeping with omegas thing and doesn't get the appeal. She doesn't smell great, not bad, just almost overwhelmingly sweet, like immination vanilla, coyingly pungent.
Alpha Shane, who tries again, because he wants to get it. He wants to understand his team, to join in their jokes, but everytime he tries he can't get hard, never even gets close to knotting, and doesn't really want to spend time between whosever legs trying to eat them out, slick wet and uncomfortable on his chin.
Alpha Shane, who meets Alpha Ilya outside at that game, the scent of clove and fire and cigarette smoke burning through him.
Alpha Ilya, who sleeps omegas because it's easier, because he likes having a soft wet heat to sink his dick into, like knotting, likes feeling good.
Alpha Ilya, who is a bit of a hedonist, who likes pleasure in all forms. Who sleeps with betas when it suits him, even if it's frowned upon in Russia.
Alpha Ilya, who thinks Shane's freckles are prettier than any he'd seen on omega, and can't get enough of his mint and tea tree scent, fresh and bright without being overwhelming.
Their romance stays mostly the same, keeping a secret, hidden kisses and stolen moments, but it's so much more intense.
Alpha Shane who buys a purple dildo sometime after the draft, unable to keep his eyes from Ilyas throat, who googles if Alphas can be... physical... with one another. Who finds a video of it online, a big brute of an Alpha prepping another, no slick, no high pitched moaning, just lube and determination.
Shane can't keep his eyes off it, the way the bottom breathes through it, the clear struggle as he takes the other man into his body. The way he screams when he cums, his cock pulsing into the empty air, his own hand massaging his knot as it pops.
Shane didn't even know Alphas could knot outside of an omega. It makes his mouth water, watching the top fuck his knot into the other Alpha, the way they both gasp at the feeling. He cums faster than he knew he could, scrambling to get a hand around the knot he wasn't expecting to pop.
When the dildo comes its even better than Shane expected. He can't-- fuck-- he can't ever go back to trying to fuck omegas, not when this is how it feels to get filled.
Alpha Ilya who never really thought about being with another Alpha, but gets so hard so fast he almost can't think after a muttered "more" in the gym, watching Shane's throat work as he swallows Ilyas water from Ilyas bottle.
It makes something in him preen, providing for and being listened to like this, by another Alpha, another athlete, by Shane Fucking Hollander.
God, he can't stop thinking about biting and nipping at Shane, watching his throat work as he drinks. Shane has such a bitable neck, Ilya would think it's on purpose.
Alpha Ilya, who gets hard in the shower, knot pulsing, wanting to swell, watching Shane watch him. Alpha Ilya, who almost cums when Shane's scent blooms with cold-fire, mint and lemon grass filling his lungs, Shane's interest as suffocating as it is delicious, the scent of another Alpha making him want to fightfuckfightfuckfightfuck, his cock so hard it hurts, his muscles tensing for a fight, for Shane to struggle, for Ilya to take him anyways.
Alpha Ilya, who chases tail for years, thinking its because Shane was too scared to bottom, that Shane was fighting with his insticts, that it was maybe a pipe dream Ilya would never get to see fulfilled, would have to settle for hand and mouth stuff only, Shanes inner-Alpha too loud to let him give himself to Ilya in this way.
Ilya, who is so so so gentle when he finally takes Shane, making sure to use enough lube, to prep him thoroughly, to make it good for Shane so he will want to come back for more. Ilya, who is expecting Shane to growl and fight, is ready to try to soothe him if needed, and is shocked by easily Shane bares his throat in missionary, offers to go to his hands and knees, leaving his back exposed, sinks down to rest his shoulders on the bed, presenting like a -- fuck -- like an omega.
Shane, who cums hands free when he feels Ilyas knot tugging at his rim, who learns then and there that popping a knot without anything around him hurts. Who scrambles to get a hand under himself to massage at it, blissed out and fucked out, clenching on Ilya in a way that Shane knows has to feel good, if the way he grinds into Shane is any indication.
Title: Underline the Black
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Efnisien ap Wledig/Dr Gary Konowalous
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Darkfic, Disturbing themes, Age Gap, Omegaverse, Alpha/Alpha, no Mpreg, Medical experimentation, Medical trauma, Dominance/Submission, Dystopian universe, Forced bonding, Forced relationship, Imprisonment, Nonconsensual medical procedures, PTSD, Flashbacks, Nightmares, Chronic illness, Mating cycles/Heats, Knotting, Miscommunication, Trauma recovery, Mind control, Child Abuse, Hope, Hopeful ending.
Summary: Efnisien ap Wledig is an omega born into an all-alpha family. Abandoned by his birth mother and raised by his aunt, he is subjected to a lifetime of medical experimentation and brainwashing and believes himself to be an alpha. But the experiments begin to fail, and he is abandoned yet again to an Omega Rehabilitation Facility, where the family expects he will be retrained into the ‘perfect omega’ and placed in an arranged marriage, or be eliminated if this is no longer possible.
The Facility don’t know about the experiments, and Efnisien doesn’t even know why he’s in there in the first place, since he’s an alpha…isn’t he? One thing’s for certain, he definitely doesn’t need an alpha companion, no matter what the staff at the facility seem to think.
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In which Cella visits a second time, this time to say something completely different, shocking both Efnisien and Gary. Augus comes to visit, and he and Efnisien have a heart-to-heart. Later still, Efnisien shares something important with Gary.
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Alpha alpha clexa for the win 🥵 I need to see clexa tear each other's clothes off and sin in their locker room. Can Lexa bottom for Clarke this first round 👉👈
THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN!
(Ao3)
(Previous)
Clarke had hated every single move Lexa had played that entire day.
Except now. As Lexa’s hand sneaked into her shorts, Clarke very much encouraged her by moaning into curls freed from a tight ponytail. The motion sensor light hadn’t turned on as they continued to make out in the dark storage room, their hands wandering. One of Lexa’s legs made its way around Clarke’s hips, and the hand that wasn’t busy inside Clarke’s shorts kept Clarke’s head buried in her neck.
Clarke was curious and confused, but she was also horny, and decided that questions could come later. She sucked hard enough to bruise Lexa’s skin and shivered at the responding moan.
This was insane. A small and receding logic part of Clarke’s brain protested under the onslaught of Lexa’s mouth with valid questions like “Lexa’s a bitch”, “Isn’t she straight?”, but those questions were slowly consumed by “She’s good at a hand job. Also, boobs.”
Clarke grabbed Lexa’s ass and pulled her closer, noticing the lack of the rough material of Lexa’s shorts. Her fingers found soft underwear instead, taut from the erection rubbing at Clarke’s belly. Lexa growled and pulled blonde hair tight for a kiss, swallowing the responding gasp.
“Lexa,” Clarke said when they broke for air, feeling a hand pull down her shorts and underwear down her thighs. She shivered at the exposure, but fingers quickly enveloped her to pump into full hardness. Clarke blinked as she adapted to the low light, but all she could see was a strip of white as Lexa gritted her teeth and continued to touch her mercilessly.
This wasn’t going to last. If Clarke wanted any say on how this would go, she’d have to act fast.
Teeth sank into the pulsing flesh of Lexa’s neck and she yelped in surprise, faltering enough that Clarke pinned her hand to her side.
“What are you doing?” A glint in gray eyes as Lexa spat the question.
“Do you want this or not?” Clarke growled back, not holding the moan as she pushed against the wet patch on Lexa’s underwear.
Lexa huffed, and short nails bit the back of Clarke’s neck, tangling into the small, shaved hairs there. The harsh touch felt marvelous on her sensitive skin, and she pushed into Lexa with more purpose. Lexa wanted it, but it was always this dominance dance with other alphas.
Clarke fucking loved it.
Her teeth found the soft pulp of Lexa’s earlobe, and she thrusted a couple times to make her point across. “What?” Clarke whispered into fresh sweat. “Big, bad captain Lexa doesn’t like to admit she enjoys getting dicked down?”
Clarke grinned for no one to see as Lexa growled at that, fighting the grip she had on her. But Clarke was heavier and had both legs on the ground for support, so she kept Lexa in place, never missing a chance to rub their hardening cocks together as Lexa tried to escape.
“I can feel you getting harder,” Clarke said, going for a kiss that turned into a bite. She moaned at the peak of pain and the taste of blood. “God, Lexa, if you really want to me stop, I will, but—”
The trashing animal that was Lexa went still, and instead she used both legs to keep Clarke in place, a small whine escaping her throat.
Clarke understood and held back a chuckle, holding Lexa up. “It’s okay,” she whispered, the moment suddenly heavy and vulnerable. “I got you.”
That seemed the wrong thing to say as Lexa pulled on Clarke’s hair. “Do you always talk so fucking much?” The heat of Lexa’s breath on Clarke’s quickening pulse made her legs tremble, and she pressed harder into the other alpha.
“Most of the time, yes,” Clarke said, but didn’t stop the slow grind between them. “If you want it hard and dirty, I’m down for that.”
For a moment, Lexa stopped moving her hips, and Clarke was disappointed at the prospect that this would end up in a frustrated jerk off in the shower. But a small lick on her throat made her chuckle. “You’re weird, Woods.” She kissed to ease the sting and completed, “but I’m game. I bet you’re tight as fuck.”
“Can you shut up and get on with it?”
Clarke read the softness behind the words and wiggled a little to get her shorts lower to her knees. She’d need space if she wanted to do this right. And fuck, she wanted to do this right.
It was dark, hot, and Clarke was about to fuck the one teammate she should never touch, but there they were.
After a wet kiss, she spit on what she hoped was her own erection and felt Lexa’s hand guiding her.
“Should I use my fingers first?” Clarke asked, nervousness creeping in as she realized this was indeed about to happen.
“Touch me while I use my fingers,” Lexa said and moaned when Clarke let her other hand go to cup her for the first time. Lexa moaned an octave higher and Clarke just knew she had a finger inside herself.
“Getting ready for me, Woods?” she teased, getting Lexa’s cock out. It felt longer than hers, but Clarke did not dwell on that streak of competitiveness.
“How can you be this insufferable?”
“Fuck, I felt you leaking just now. You like when I talk, don’t you?”
“Oh my god, shut—shut up!”
Clarke laughed and picked up her pace, her hand gliding on Lexa’s pre cum. “Let me know when you’re ready for me.”
“You’re so full of yourself.” Lexa’s threatening effect was subdued by the way she gasped when Clarke used her thumb to play with her head.
“No, you are about to get full of myself.”
“If you keep this up, I’m calling it off!”
“Sorry,” Clarke said and meant it, leaning to kiss Lexa’s lips in apology. “I’m a little nervous.” Clarke hoped the honesty would calm Lexa down, and not being able to see her reaction, this was the peace offering she could do. Clarke cleared her throat. “You good?”
Lexa nodded, her forehead moving against Clarke’s damp cheek. Clarke held on thin hips and felt herself being guided into warm, welcoming heat. She moaned as she sank in, her hands trembling as she pushed inside.
“Holy shit, you’re tight,” Clarke gasped, her hips already starting a rhythm. Lexa’s moan was a mix of a growl and a gasp, but Clarke swallowed it nonetheless with a messy kiss. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close,” Clarke admitted as she picked up the pace, the shelf behind them banging with their thrusts.
Lexa bit Clarke’s shoulder, all of her holding onto the other alpha for dear life. “So much for your talking.”
Clarke groaned at that, speeding up. If she was going to embarrass herself and come in a minute like a pup, she’d at least make Lexa remember it. Lexa gasped as Clarke pulled her an inch higher, thrusting deeper.
Clarke felt the telltale signs of her impending orgasm, the tingling in her groins, the clenching of her own entrance. “Lexa, Lexa,” she said between forceful thrusts, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. “I’m gonna cum. Can I cum?”
The nails were back at Clarke’s nape, leaving marks all the way to her back. The idea of Lexa marking her almost pushed her to the edge. Lexa’s skin was so warm against her, and she felt tight and inviting. Their breaths mingled as their kisses lost track, reduced to a single need to meet again and again. The last bit that pushed Clarke to an orgasm so intense it was almost painful was a silky voice in her ear. “Come inside me, Clarke.”
Clarke fell forward, her legs holding to dear life as she came inside the other alpha in one, two, three long thrusts, and when she thought she had emptied herself, Lexa grabbed her chin for a bruising kiss that milked another shot out of her.
They stood in silence, one of Lexa’s legs on the ground, Clarke’s knees trembling. A single moan filled the room as Clarke pulled out, her dick still hard but oh so spent. She rested her forehead on Lexa’s shoulder, breathing in their mixed scents and smiling, completely satiated.
Clarke’s bubble of pure bliss popped as she felt Lexa’s moving shoulder, realizing she was jerking herself off.
“Wait, wait.” Clarke batted her hand away, and Lexa whined.
“Clarke,” Lexa pleaded, and she wasn’t a woman who pleaded. “You came too soon,” she added as a jab, and Clarke was too blissed to feel shame.
“I know.” In one move, Clarke kneeled in front of Lexa, finding her straining cock leaking. She leaned for a lick of their combined fluids seeping down Lexa’s thigh and guided the other woman into her mouth.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Lexa cursed as Clarke sucked on her, and Clarke realized immediately that Lexa was big. But okay, she could deal with that. Her hand pumped what she couldn’t take, and she teased the leaking slit with her tongue before licking the throbbing length up and down. “Clarke,” Lexa warned, and Clarke moaned around her, taking her a tad deeper. “I’m, I’m—” Lexa’s moan was loud as she thrusted into Clarke’s mouth with abandon. At the first jet of come hitting her throat, Clarke tried to pull away, but the same hand that had scratched her back held her firm in place. “Take it, take it, please,” Lexa begged, and Clarke breathed deep through her nose and let the other alpha fuck her mouth as she came in slowly, de-escalating whimpers.
Clarke swallowed what she could, but felt it spilling down her chin as Lexa pulled back. Clarke leaned on her haunches and it kicked in the light motion, and a harsh, white light shove from above.
Lexa’s curls were spread on her face, her eyes blown. She had her jersey, but her shorts were dangling by one foot, her boxer shorts in a shade darker under her softening cock. Her abs shivered, and her eyes closed as a last spurt of come leaked from her cock.
Clarke wondered how she looked like to have that effect on the usually stoic alpha.
With the light, reality set in. Clarke coughed a little, standing on shaking legs. She pulled up her shorts with a hiss, one hand threading through her destroyed braid.
“Lexa,” she started, but she didn’t know what to say. Thank you for the fuck?
“You can go. I’ll clean up.” Lexa pulled her own shorts up with trembling hands. Clarke bit her lips while watching Lexa tuck herself inside her underwear, the taste of her come still vivid in her tongue.
Clarke looked back at the door, at the gear littering the floor, then again at Lexa. God, she was marvelous with that freshly fucked glow.
“Should we… talk?” Clarke said, wincing at the stare Lexa threw back at her.
“You and your talking.” Lexa redid her ponytail with cold efficiency. Clarke watched those fingers work and felt herself respond at the thought of how they would feel inside her.
“I really liked that. Fuck, Lexa, I’m getting hard again just looking at you.”
That caught Lexa’s attention. She swallowed, dark eyes staring down at Clarke’s crotch, and truth be told, Clarke felt herself harden under that stare.
1. B/O: The beta is in an abusive B/B relationship (out of the norm). They have nowhere to go and only find solace working on their mystery novel. There is an omega at the coffee shop that they like to work at who looks out for them and always gives them coffee with a smiley face on the lid.
2. A/A: They meet in the gym A2 is a personal trainer, and A1 wants to get in shape after a breakup. A1 hires A2 to sculpt their revenge body, and those long hours in the gym start to add up. Quickly they can't get enough of each other, and we all know how Alpha love is: passionate, wild, and firey
3. A/B: Amputee Alpha comes home from an overseas tour, and gets rehabilitated in a veteran's hospital. Beta is a nurse there, who puts all of their efforts into helping their patients. Alpha is pretty unreceptive towards the Beta's kindness to start, but eventually a relationship blooms.
