âNngh. Ahh. Mm. Monty. Oh, fuck,â Paul reaches to push his glasses back up his nose, noting a tremble to his own hand, and leans back against Montyâs chest to steady himself, fully seating himself in his alphaâs lap.
âThatâs it, baby,â Monty smirks, rocking his hips up, sliding his cock all the way inside Paul as their hips become flush, the omegaâs back to the alphaâs chest. âGod, youâre beautiful. And youâre all fuckinâ mine.â
Montyâs hands slide around Paulâs middle, cupping the growing bulge of his pregnant belly, rubbing over it with a possessive gentleness that makes Paulâs innards quiver, even more so when Montyâs teeth dig into the pale skin of his shoulder. The bite adds another mark to the collection that adorns Paulâs skin, another reminder to every other alpha on the planet that Paul Sevier is owned.
âY-yes,â Paul closes his eyes, relishing in being consumed by his alpha in more ways than one. âIâm yours, Mon. All yours..â
âAll of you,â Monty whispers, licking the omegaâs neck, slowly guiding him off and onto his cock in an attempt to coax his knot to pop. âAs if this mark wasnât enough to show everyone that youâre mine. I had to fill you with my pups too.â
Paulâs own hands find place atop Montyâs on his belly, holding on and feeling the twins moving beneath their fingers.
âAh. Montyââ
âShh,â the alpha says softly, and Paul is silenced. âLet me feel you, baby. No more talking. I want your body to tell me how much you need me. Your heart is beating so quickly. Your thighs are trembling. Your ass is trying to milk my knot. Hmph. What more could an alpha need? Oh. I knowâŚâ
Before Paul can even think about composing a reply, heâs pushed forward onto his hands, catching himself on the sheets with a startled gasp whilst Monty begins ploughing him from behind, slapping his ass, riding him hard and knotting him before Paul can collect his thoughts. The omega cries out, climaxing untouched, and almost goes delirious with pleasure.
âHa,â Monty bites his lip, brushing his hair from his face and manoeuvres Paul and his ragdoll-limbs into place until theyâre back-to-chest on their bed and able to wait comfortably for Montyâs knot to deflate. âNow that. Thatâs what an alpha needs. A tight hole and a gorgeous omega. And youâre my beautiful boy, arenât you, baby?â
âMmm,â Paul murmurs, focusing on the throbbing of his mateâs knot inside him. He runs his belly, already excited to be filled again once their beautiful twins are born. âYoursâŚâ
Clearly, Monty feels the same.
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Snoke likes to advertise that his Service Alpha brothel has an Alpha for every taste. In reality he has 5 guys & a lot of wigs. Ben works under the names Kylo, Matt, Clyde, & Paul. Thereâs a huge taboo around Omegas using this kind of place so when he spends 4 nights with Armitage, Techie, Stensland & Monty he assumes theyâre all the same Omega in various rubbish disguises & bad names. Until 6 months later when he runs into pregnant quadruplets in the supermarket. Heâs turned on & terrified
Oh my god and theyâre ALL saying that they got pregnant by different service alphas in Snokeâs club, and all reel off the names of the personas that Kylo takes on!! Shit! Heâs accidentally fathered 4 pups to 4 different omegas that are all brothers!!!!
Once Omega Hux finds out that the new Supreme Leader is both a virgin & an Alpha he cuts his suppressant & decides to taunt him with the idea of knocking him up. He thinks he might have a chance of controlling him this way. At first its deniable flirtation & teasing until Kylo finally snaps & fucks him in a corridor near the bridge. Then itâs all demands that Kylo keep his Omega filled until heâs bred. Itâs hard work keeping him stuffed. Lots of Hux topping from the bottom please. Knock him up!
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Night Moves – 695 words
Clydeland – ABO, Mpreg
Thereâs always that moment between sleeping and waking where dreams and reality meld into one, a moment of fog until the mind catches up and sorts what had been happening in the subconscious from whatâs happening in the physical world. Clyde is certain the words âcrisp sandwichâ being whispered in his ear go solidly into the âdreamâ category.
He turns his cheek into his hair fanned out across the drool damp pillow, squinting into the dark at the illuminated red numbers of his alarm clock. 3:37 AM.
âClyde!â
The sharpness of the voice at his side makes him jump and he lumbers over to grope in the warm bedding for his mate. âStens?â The word is garbled with sleep but laced with concern, lone hand finally finding the curve of a hip and travelling up and over until it rests across the omegaâs distended belly. âWhatâs wrong, darlinâ? Somethinâ the matter?â
âI want a crisp sandwich.â
Clyde sighs with relief that itâs just another craving, settling back down and nuzzling his face against the base of Stenslandâs neck. âYou want a what now?â
He isnât sure why that was the wrong thing to say, but immediately knows heâs fucked up when Stensland goes stiff in his arms. âDarlinâ?â He hesitantly lifts his head back up, movements slow like heâs trying not to provoke a bear into attacking.
âYou donât even care about the culture of my people!â Comes the banshee shriek. Then a sniffle. And then the sobbing.
âOh, darlinâ, oh, baby, donât cry now. A crisp sandwich is like a⌠like an Irish thing?â
Stensland half growls half bawls something that Clyde assumes to be an affirmative.
âIâll get you a uh⌠crisp sandwich⌠alright?â
âYou canât just buy it , you have to make it ! Are you telling me you wonât even make our baby crisp sandwiches?! Do you even care about us at all?!â
âOh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, âcourse I care, Stensland. You just wait here now.â Clyde reaches for his discarded shirt on the floor, and, with a promise to not come back until he has the ingredients for the best crisp sandwich Stensland has ever tasted, he presses a kiss to his temple and hurries out the door.
âHowdy, Siri. What in the hellâs a crisp sandwich?â
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Finding butter with a good âUse Byâ date in one of the few stores open at four in the morning was a larger task than Clyde had realized, but he makes it home before five, brown paper bag laden with supplies balanced precariously between the stump of his left arm and his chest while he struggles for the keys in the deep pocket of his sweatpants.
He half expects to find Stensland fast asleep, sandwich cravings forgotten, the case more often than not when he wakes suddenly requesting this or that. Instead, he opens the door to a familiar ambience, Dawson Leeryâs earnest voice preaching love and friendship interrupted occasionally by the plastic rustling of a potato chip bag.
He presses the door closed with the tip of his shoe and holds his breath in preparation for another outburst, but heâs greeted with a warm smile, tear tracks long since dried on glowy cheeks. Stenslandâs slouched comfortably in his worn corduroy armchair, favorite striped t-shirt doing its best to contain his belly, threads of the side seams stretched beyond what could reasonably be asked of them. Thereâs a jar of mayonnaise in one hand, a spoon in the other, and a bag of Cheetos held upright between bare thighs.
âHey, baby. I got the ingredients for your sandwich.â Thereâs still a hesitance to the way Clyde moves as he sets the bag down and edges the perimeter of the small den until heâs close enough to land a quick kiss to the top of red hair in desperate need of a wash.
âThatâs okay, I made flavored mayonnaise.â
âYou⌠uhh⌠you what?â He watches with an increasingly common mix of horror, fascination, and unconditional adoration as Stensland grabs a handful of cheetos, drops them into the jar, and mashes them around with the spoon. Clyde swallows down a gag. âLooks delicious, darlinâ.â
Techie had been missing for a few days. He wouldn’t answer his comm at all, and he’d called out of work.
It was odd that he hadnât seen techie for days. If there was something wrong Techie would tell him so the fact that he had called out but still had t told him any reason for it left matt worried that something was wrong. He let his concerns be pushed away until it had been at least four days without seeing his best friend. At this point he knew something was up and he needed to check on techie.
Matt stopped when he came to rest in front of techies quater door. He knew the ginger was in there because he could hear him moving around. He knocked for a while but there was no answer but still he could hear movement.
â Iâm coming in.â He said
He input the code techie had given him a while ago. A sharp breath was sucked in as he saw his best friend then the scent hit his nose. Techie was in rut the whole room smelled of it. He wasnât even aware that the redhead was an alpha but techie didnât know that matt was an omega. The scent dampening soap may have hidden his scent but did nothing to change how his hormones reacted when presented with an alpha especially one in rut. Against better judgment he stepped fully into techies room shutting the door behind him. He told himself it was so others wouldnât smell techies rut.
Techie found himself stuffed into random nooks aboard the Finalizer quite often, sadly. This time was different for a couple of reasons. The first being that heâd just come out of the techniciansâ communal showers when a beefy hand wrapped around his forearm and then threw his skinny self over a broad shoulder, dragging him into a closet. Heâd always been cautious enough to shower only at dead hours, but this asshole with a vendetta had obviously been taking notes.
The second was that the door unlocked all of a sudden, quick enough only for Matt to be shoved inside the already cramped space. Techieâs eyes went wide and whirred desperately loud in the dark, joining the sound of their combined erratic breaths.Â
âM-Matt?â Techie whispers, hesitant. Itâs him for sure, but will he want to talk? Thereâs very little else to do in here until they get discovered.
Techie had been missing for a few days. He wouldn’t answer his comm at all, and he’d called out of work.
It was odd that he hadnât seen techie for days. If there was something wrong Techie would tell him so the fact that he had called out but still had t told him any reason for it left matt worried that something was wrong. He let his concerns be pushed away until it had been at least four days without seeing his best friend. At this point he knew something was up and he needed to check on techie.
Matt stopped when he came to rest in front of techies quater door. He knew the ginger was in there because he could hear him moving around. He knocked for a while but there was no answer but still he could hear movement.
â Iâm coming in.â He said
He input the code techie had given him a while ago. A sharp breath was sucked in as he saw his best friend then the scent hit his nose. Techie was in rut the whole room smelled of it. He wasnât even aware that the redhead was an alpha but techie didnât know that matt was an omega. The scent dampening soap may have hidden his scent but did nothing to change how his hormones reacted when presented with an alpha especially one in rut. Against better judgment he stepped fully into techies room shutting the door behind him. He told himself it was so others wouldnât smell techies rut.
Techie was in much the same state; locked up in his room, suffering through the rut all by himself. He didnât dare take another omega into his bed, knowing they wouldnât mean anything. It would be a hollow coupling, a pale imitation. Matt was the only one he wanted. The only one he would ever want again.
Once Techie was safely out of rut, he resumed work. But it was torture seeing Matt in the corridors, having their eyes meet and then for both of them to immediately drop their gazes to the floor as though burned.
Several times, he almost reached out to grasp at the edge of his sleeve when they walked past each other. Was this the end of everything?
Techie had been missing for a few days. He wouldn’t answer his comm at all, and he’d called out of work.
It was odd that he hadnât seen techie for days. If there was something wrong Techie would tell him so the fact that he had called out but still had t told him any reason for it left matt worried that something was wrong. He let his concerns be pushed away until it had been at least four days without seeing his best friend. At this point he knew something was up and he needed to check on techie.
Matt stopped when he came to rest in front of techies quater door. He knew the ginger was in there because he could hear him moving around. He knocked for a while but there was no answer but still he could hear movement.
â Iâm coming in.â He said
He input the code techie had given him a while ago. A sharp breath was sucked in as he saw his best friend then the scent hit his nose. Techie was in rut the whole room smelled of it. He wasnât even aware that the redhead was an alpha but techie didnât know that matt was an omega. The scent dampening soap may have hidden his scent but did nothing to change how his hormones reacted when presented with an alpha especially one in rut. Against better judgment he stepped fully into techies room shutting the door behind him. He told himself it was so others wouldnât smell techies rut.
Techie reaches out with an unsteady hand, ghosting his fingertips over the wide expanse of Mattâs back. He wants to touch, beg for him not to leave. What had he done? This was SO typical! Nothing but a fuck-up, Techie. Thatâs what heâll always be.
He stifles a sob and pulls the blankets over him like a hood, covering everything but his face. Hot tears stream down his reddened cheeks. All this has left him a confused, miserable daze: Techieâs cock is still painfully hard but the heartache leaves him incapacitated.
Thereâs nothing for him to say to Matt. He watches him leave with sad, red-rimmed eyes. Techieâs lips quiver and he throws himself face-down on the bed, finally ready to let the tears flow freely.Â
Techie had been missing for a few days. He wouldn’t answer his comm at all, and he’d called out of work.
It was odd that he hadnât seen techie for days. If there was something wrong Techie would tell him so the fact that he had called out but still had t told him any reason for it left matt worried that something was wrong. He let his concerns be pushed away until it had been at least four days without seeing his best friend. At this point he knew something was up and he needed to check on techie.
Matt stopped when he came to rest in front of techies quater door. He knew the ginger was in there because he could hear him moving around. He knocked for a while but there was no answer but still he could hear movement.
â Iâm coming in.â He said
He input the code techie had given him a while ago. A sharp breath was sucked in as he saw his best friend then the scent hit his nose. Techie was in rut the whole room smelled of it. He wasnât even aware that the redhead was an alpha but techie didnât know that matt was an omega. The scent dampening soap may have hidden his scent but did nothing to change how his hormones reacted when presented with an alpha especially one in rut. Against better judgment he stepped fully into techies room shutting the door behind him. He told himself it was so others wouldnât smell techies rut.
Techie let out a loud OOF as he was shoved away, air getting suddenly knocked out of his lungs. The extra distance between their bodies makes his dick slip out of Matt, and Techie catches his breath with wide, hurt eyes focused on Mattâs face. âWh-wha… d-did I- um, M-Matt- are you-?â He canât finish anything he tries to say, tripping and stumbling over each word like his tongue is made of lead.
He kneels before Matt, naked and trembling, utterly vulnerable, and feels his world self-destruct.
Matt doesnât want this, want him. Techie… did something wrong, and now Matt thinks heâs disgusting. Itâs a sharp stab to his heart, and he fights back hot tears.
Techie had been missing for a few days. He wouldn’t answer his comm at all, and he’d called out of work.
It was odd that he hadnât seen techie for days. If there was something wrong Techie would tell him so the fact that he had called out but still had t told him any reason for it left matt worried that something was wrong. He let his concerns be pushed away until it had been at least four days without seeing his best friend. At this point he knew something was up and he needed to check on techie.
Matt stopped when he came to rest in front of techies quater door. He knew the ginger was in there because he could hear him moving around. He knocked for a while but there was no answer but still he could hear movement.
â Iâm coming in.â He said
He input the code techie had given him a while ago. A sharp breath was sucked in as he saw his best friend then the scent hit his nose. Techie was in rut the whole room smelled of it. He wasnât even aware that the redhead was an alpha but techie didnât know that matt was an omega. The scent dampening soap may have hidden his scent but did nothing to change how his hormones reacted when presented with an alpha especially one in rut. Against better judgment he stepped fully into techies room shutting the door behind him. He told himself it was so others wouldnât smell techies rut.
âOkay,â Techie murmurs, dazed. He slides off Mattâs body and kneels between his spread legs, a hand at the base of his cock, squeezing tight so he doesnât blow his load right then and there. âIâve got y-you, baby.â Endearments slip from Techieâs tongue so naturally; he canât hide how madly in love he is, especially not now when theyâre being intimate like this.
Techie takes his cock and lines up with Mattâs slick entrance. So overcome by lust and love is he that the sweet slick goes unnoticed as he carefully slides into his lover, his âalphaâ.Â
âMatt,â he breathes, pupils blown, hips stuttering as he fights the urge to just sink balls deep without any warning. âMattie, t-tight- hah-!âÂ
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