Hey, ya'll. Long time, no see right? I spend my days at Archive of Our Own mostly these days, under the pen name FlamingInk. But I thought Id attempt to upload the stories on here in case of missing an audience. Let's begin: Warnings for G!P and Alpha/Omega Roles Apply.
I am new to the Alpha/Omega set up, but have fallen in love with the dynamics of applying that to this couple. So if I've anything wrong, let me know!
Knot Now
Waverly lay in bed, her usually sleek brunette curls sticking uncomfortably against her neck, cheeks, temples. They came together in ugly clumps, clinging to any and every part of her burning, overheated skin. Sweat lay against her in a thin shean; a glistening garden of dew across the entire expanse of a smooth, honeycomb landscape. She tossed and turned, fighting against the fever, twisting her hair into ever increasing knots.
Waverly had been told her second heat would not be half as severe as her first had been. Her first heat had come unexpectedly. There had been no gentle knock at the door, no warning signs or symptoms. Her heat had instead engulfed her whole, quickly and cleanly, a Hellfire that encompassed her entire being. She had at first presumed she might be ill; her skin was over sensitised to the touch, Nicole's calloused fingertips drawing hisses from Waverly. Her temperate had been burning, her skin in competition with the constant ever burning surface of the sun. Only, instead of naueasu or stomach pains, an uncomfortable gnawing in the gut, Waverly had experienced something else. Coils of red, hot, almost unbearable heat radiated low in her groins, leaving her clit red and swollen, peaking out from between neat lower lowers. Her muscles hummed and thrummed, feeling tightly woven and full of tension, begging for pressure and pleasure. It had been unlike anything she had experienced in her life.
The second time was currently feeling no better. Waverly felt cheated. Lied to.
Nicole had held her hand, both physically and metaphorically, throughout her entire first heat. The protection of Black Badge, the Earps, Doc and Supernaturals was enough to keep any daring Alphas away. Waverly retained some of Nicole's scent, an undertone of something heady, barely a bitter aftertaste, but not even close to all. And what little remained was fast fading. Their relationship was new at the time of Waverly's first heat, a glint of shimmering orange light barely tipping across the horizon. Nicole felt comfortable to take care of her, to help Waverly with her demands, her needs, but would not allow her Alpha free roam. She would not mark, would not take, would not claim Waverly as her own. Waverly knew then, even then, that Nicole was to be her mate. But Nicole would not relent on the rules. Their agreement had been made whilst sober and they had agreed that since there was no going back upon officially marking and mating, it would be worth the wait.
This time, however, would be different. A bonding was inevitable.
And Waverly had hoped that with the promise of an easier heat, she would be more in control even as Omega. Waverly had hoped she could control and savour more of the shared, intimate experience between the two. But she was fast beginning to understand that for now, whilst her heat gripped her tight and unrelenting, she was relying wholly on Nicole to take hold and control the situation, offer her some resemblance of relief - even if only temporary and short lived. It was Waverly's role to be submissive and her heat left her with very little choice.
Waverly knew she'd had some warning this time around, at least. She'd wake, early hours of the morning, before the sun had begun to splash light across Purgatory, desperate to touch and be touched. Her skin, intermittently, had been highly sensitised, tingling. Her scent had strengthened treble fold; a mixtured scent that was both sweet and warm. And whilst Waverly was obtusely aware of this (her physical symptoms taking precidence), she had noted the way Nicole's nostrils flared when she returned from work, the pupils of her eyes dilating noticably. Waverly had also found herself nesting, hoarding plush pillows, beddings and blankets; the bed was now simply a giant place mat for an overabundance of soft furnishings, the bedroom a cave of fabrics and throws. The need, an insistent itch to hoard more, was particularly bad this morning, noted by Nicole as she worried around Waverly before leaving for work.
The pre-signs to heat had given chance for Nicole to adjust, too. She had stopped taking her suppressants over two weeks ago, evident in her possessive brooding over Waverly. She had been overly reluctant to leave their house, to even leave the nest Waverly had preoccupied herself with. Nicole had been extra attentive to Waverly, fretting over her, agonising over being apart. It was clear Nicole was pining for her Omega's heat; a year stretched between Nicole's last experience of heat as Alpha and she had not given herself the full satisfaction during that opportunity of truly marking, claiming Waverly as her own.
It brought back clear memories of just last night, of Nicole, eager to fulfil Waverly's request to have something to clench around; but just her fingers until heat begin. If there was any disappointment felt from Waverly, it was vanquished quickly as Nicole took care of her, fulfilled Waverly's desire to have something to clench around and hold inside her. And long after they'd been done, when Nicole's fingers were smooth and dry, she had brought them to her nose and inhaled. Waverly swore she could see the red head's eyes visibly darken, and she could definitely see a more than large bulge appear between her legs, beneath the loose fitting boxer briefs.
Had Nicole known today would be the day?
Waverly didn't know, and the thought of Nicole between her legs, staring up at her with dark eyes - two obelisks of a rare onyx - caused a hard clench in her stomach. She could still see the mischievous, domineering smirk across Nicole's smooth lips, the tip of her tongue just peaking from between her rosy lips to flick only teasingly across Waverly's clit.
Waverly groaned as another unbearably sharp spark of lightening lit her lower abdomen. She turned, curling into a tight feotal position, and buried her face into the soft furnishings surrounding her.
Maybe she should have called Nicole; Waverly was, after all, still unclaimed. It was a danger her being here alone, even in Nicole's bedroom with Nicole's scent surrounding her. Nicole had told her to call, to reach out. But Waverly couldn't help but cling onto the hope that the intensity would in someway relent, that she would feel calmer and more centred, less overwhelmed. If she called now, Nicole would ask her why she hadn't called earlier; it would be very evident even over the phone just what state Waverly was in. She could message, but then Nicole would ring to ask why she had messaged instead of calling, with the same result calling to begin with would create.
It felt like there was no way to win.
Waverly felt tears well in her eyes. Her body was restless, her toes and fingers curling and uncurling. Curling. Uncurling. Her skin was on fire, burning the surface of the comforters beneath her. It was impossible to control. The growing, insistent ache between her leg pressed her for attention, allowed her to focus on nothing else - and it was impossible to try and take care of herself. She had tried, over and over again. The unfurling low in her pelvis felt akin to painful cramps, insistent shooting pains to the space between her legs. She felt weak, foggy. Too hot.
Waverly tried to think on her feet, on impulse.
Shower. A cold shower.
Waverly sat up from her feotal position, feeling breathless and dizzy. She moved forward, sliding over the end of the bed and shuffling with as much pace as possible to the on-suite. She crawled into the generously sized glass cubicle, not bothering to close the glass door, and reached up for the shower settings.
"Cold," she muttered to herself. "Cold."
Waverly hissed as her wish was granted; a relentless cascade of water gushed from the overhead shower, each drop it's own magnanimous tear drop of ice. The brunette's highly sensitised skin rejected the impromptu short-term solution. The colder the water temperature became, the higher the heat beneath the surface of Waverly's skin became. Waverly was unsure if it was any better or any worse. Her skin felt cool to the touch, but the blood beneath boiled and gurgled.
This was not the solution to the overbearing, insistent ache her body craved.
"Waves?"
Something dropped to the floor with a clang downstairs. Then footsteps, increasingly quickening in pace and heavy as they ascended the staircase. The bedroom door richoeted off of the bedroom wall as it was swung open with force.
"Waves?"
The tone more demanding.
And then Nicole was stood at the bathroom door. Her eyes were dark, piercing, the muscles along her neck straining beneath the collar of her uniform. Her nostrils flared and her face took a wild edge that bred danger. Her fists were clenching into two heavy rocks, the peaks and knuckles white even in comparison to Nicole's porcelain skin. Her features were sharp and demanding.
Yet even as Nicole's Alpha screamed in agony, protesting vehemently against any constraint, the edges of Nicole's eyes softened. Waverly's scent was strong, hard to resist, and Nicole did her best to offer some comfort in the way of pheromones before she entered the bathroom.
"Cole."
"Jesus Christ, Waverly."
It was hard for Nicole to suppress any frustration that came from a place of possessive care, especially watching Waverly as she was. Wearing just one oversized shirt, Waverly's nipples stood as sharp peaks beneath the thin, white material. The hem had ridden to the very top of the brunette's thighs, leaving very little to the imagination. And even clearly drenched in cold water, Waverly's skin was glowing a soft pink.
"It just..." Waverly groaned, the reality of just having Nicole in the same room, her heavy and heady scent enveloping her, bringing afresh any feelings the water may have temporarily dampened. "Just came on so fast."
Nicole reached over and flicked the water off, her uniform absorbing the full force of the water simply just collateral damage. She tossed her hat to the side, out of the way and unceremoniously, and reached down. Nicole lifted Waverly with little effort, her hips pinning Waverly securely against the glass wall, ignoring the hiss as Waverly's still warm back pressed against the cold glass. Nicole used her hands to brush the brunette's hair away from her face, reading Waverly's expression and cradling her cheeks in the palms of her hands.
"You're burning..." Nicole's voice was a growl.
It was impossible given their proximity for Nicole to resemble anything even remotely in control. She was engulfed by Waverly's scent in full force and she felt a shudder run along her spine. She could feel herself begin to sweat beneath her uniform, feel her skin growing hot, the fabric of her shirt absorbing heat and emphasising the change in her own temperature. Even in trying to assess Waverly, Nicole could feel her length grow and harden between her legs, could feel herself keening for the brunette.
And it was clear Waverly didn't mind.
Even as she absorbed the feeling of Waverly's temperature, Nicole felt Waverly lift her hips from against the shower wall, pressing herself against her.
"Nicole..." it was barely a whisper.
Nicole growled as she felt Waverly's hand slide between them and press against the front of her khakis.
Waverly muttered something beneath her breath, something Nicole was unable to pick up. But it didn't stop Nicole snarling as the brunette tightened her hold of the red head, her palm closing more acutely against Nicole through the front of her work pants.
"Not like this..." Nicole was panting.
Waverly whimpered, her back arching. She shook her head left to right desperately, her expression reading of a dire, unprecidented need. Her eyes pleaded with Nicole's, wide and innocent and so submissive.
Nicole cursed under her breath. She refused to knot for the first time like this, would under no circumstances allow it. But she knew all too well how illusive any relief for Waverly would be without at least something. And Nicole was already more than hard and more than ready.
"I'm not marking you here. And I won't knot here," Nicole was firm and clear.
Waverly groaned, knowing the pulsating between her legs was not just seeking friction and something to wrap around, but was seeking the pleasurable stretch that came with knotting, that came with Nicole relinquishing the self-discipline she was holding so sternly over her own Alpha. Waverly's Omega needed not only the pleasure, but the pain. The ritual. The marking. The experience of being wholly and completely domineered by the Alpha currently staring down at her.
"I need..."
"I said, not here," Nicole stroked one hand over the expanse of Waverly's cheek, down to the column of her throat where it squeezed only lightly. "I know what you need," she husked. "But I am not doing that here." The antithises of the soft grip and gentle stroke combined with Nicole's stern words and dark expression made Waverly shiver.
A whole new, blazing fire set low in Waverly's abdomen; a fresh inferno that made the previous torture pale in comparison. The fire blazed hot and high, stirred and started by the domineering presence of the Alpha. And there'd be only one with the power to have that fire stated and starved of oxygen. That too, would only come from the Alpha. The Omega inside of Waverly glowed like burning embers, hearing and knowing exactly what it wanted and knowing at least a large part could be provided.
Waverly nodded her head. Her fingers relinquished their grip of Nicole and fast went to work on the officer's belt buckle, the clanging of metal echoing in the bathroom.
Whilst Wavely's hands were busy, Nicole brought hers to the brunette's jaw line, pressing with gentle pressure to lift her face up. Her thumb slid against Waverly's bottom lip and Nicole delighted when Waverly suckled it between her lips. A growl rumbled from Nicole's chest and then she was replacing her thumb with her lips.
The kiss was heavy and clumsy, teeth clashing and nipping. Nicole could feel Waverly tugging at her belt even as she nibbled at the brunette's lower lip. She wanted to be more attentive, wanted to feel that familiar dueling of tongues, but the feel of Waverly freeing the buckle and unzipping her pants was too much. She knew her length would soon be free, and not long after that, enveloped in the warm, slick heat Waverly would offer her. She could think of little else.
Nicole pulled back at the sound of her zipper, knowing Waverly's current task was almost complete. Even then, even knowing Waverly would have her pants and breifs down in likely a dozen or so seconds, Nicole couldn't wait. She could feel the Omega's heat and desperation eminating from her in waves, could smell and sense it. She felt almost as desperate as Waverly.
With the zipper out of the way, Nicole pushed both her pants and breifs down to below her knees, where gravity took over and carried them the rest of the way. They fell in a puddle around her ankles where they rested.
Her hands then moved to the space between Waverly's legs. No underwear rested beneath the hem of the shirt. Her fingers slid into copious, wet heat - nothing a cold shower could take any credit for. Waverly mewled against her, reaching down and batting Nicole's hands away. Nicole at first took this as an act of defiance, her Alpha flared, and then Waverly was wrapping her fingers around the length of her cock, sliding from the shaft to the head, before bringing the tip to where she needed it.
"Lift your leg."
Waverly did, a fresh wave of heat burning at her skin as Nicole brought her hand against the lifted thigh, coaxing her to wrap that one around her. It opened Waverly up to Nicole, left her very core exposed. The brunette brought her hand to Nicole's neck, raking her fingernails over the nape of her neck and tangling her hand in auburn hair. Her other hand wrapped around Nicole's waist, nails digging into flesh at her hip to bring her closer as Nicole pressed the head of her cock against Waverly.
Nicole leaned in, a camoflouged moment of tenderness against all the need and desperation, to run her tongue along the length of Waverly's lower lip. And then the length of Nicole was sinking into the brunette, Waverly's walls already pulsing around her and pulling her in.
Nicole had to brace herself as Waverly tightened around her, splaying her free hand against the glass of the shower wall. She brought her forehead to rest against Waverly's as she punted her hips forwards, ensuring she was entirely buried within the brunette.
Waverly couldn't keep her eyes open. She wanted to watch Nicole looking at her, watch what she was doing to her, watch the red head's eyes darken further and her cheeks flush. But the pleasurable stretch as she took Nicole was all she could focus on, was all she could process. Her heat was just beginning, but already her walls were attempting to pull Nicole in deeper, tightening restrictively around her and attempting to keep her hostage within.
And then Nicole set the pace, pulling and thrusting, pulling and thrusting, knowing Waverly liked the shorter faster thrusts. Her hips rolled against Waverly, rolled into her and with her. Her face buried itself into the side of Waverly's neck, sharp teeth against sensitive skin, her Alpha already wanting to bite as thrusts quickened. She could feel Waverly's racing pulse beneath her tongue, nipped and growled.
Nicole knew Waverly was already close. The smell, her heavenly scent. The way Waverly was already unable to match her tempo and keep her rhythm. The moaning, the painful pleasure of Waverly's fingernails digging into her flesh and pulling, scratching, clinging. But the angle wasn't right. How long had Waverly been desperate? Wet and wanting and waiting? How long had she been laying alone and craving something Nicole could so easily give her?
But the angle still wasn't quite right, wasn't enough. Nicole did not want Waverly to wait longer than neccesary.
So Nicole withdrew, hushing Waverly's protests quickly.
"Turn."
A fresh wave of wetness gathered as Waverly sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. She turned, pressing her forearms and chest against the glass, pushing her hips out for Nicole to take. She rested her forehead against the glass, rolling her hips, pushing them further backwards to find Nicole, unable to help herself.
A resounding growl, a dark sound from deep withing Nicole's chest, filled the bathroom in response. She brought the tip of her cock back to Waverly's entrance and thrust, slapping her pelvis hard against the round curve of the brunette's behind. She thrust and thrust and thrust, barely able to keep a hold of herself.
Nicole desperately tried to reason with herself, begged her Alpha to compromise and step in line. Give her Omega what she needed now, take her, fuck her, make her cum. But don't knot. Don't mark her, not just yet, not even when the nape of her neck is so easily within reach, when it would be so easy to lick the skin and then sink your teeth in. Wait until later, there's plenty of time, and then take her as you like, have her as you like. She'll let you take her in the traditional mating way, she'll beg on all fours, and you can bite, you can knot, and continue to as many times as she needs and you want. She'll be all yours. She'll smell of you, be filled by you, all yours. Just not yet. Just not now.
Nicole ground her teeth together, so close to howling, the self discipline she was forcing to be exerted over herself borderline painful. She picked up her thrusts, burying the length of her shaft inside of Waverly, bringing it out halfway, and burying it again. Over and over, the rhythm unrelenting and merciless, driven on by the crescendo of moans and cries from the Omega baring herself to her.
Waverly knew she couldn't resist the coming release much longer. Part of her wanted to, part of her Omega wanted to stay here as long as it took for Nicole to reach climax and force her to knot, to purposefully defy her. Part of her just revelled in having Nicole's length buried inside her, wanted to savour for as long as possible the pleasurable movement of her cock entering in and pulling out, each and every time the sensation only gaining in pleasure.
But it just wasn't possible.
As Nicole snaked a hand around Waverly, sliding into the space between the brunette's legs, Waverly knew this was it. Expert fingers reached for her clit, rolling and pinching, before simply pressing against her. With each thrust, each press of Nicole's pelvis against her, Waverly's own hips rolled, her clit grinding against the fingers so firmly held against her.
This was it.
Her legs began to quake beneath her, her neck arching as she felt every tendon and muscle pull, sucking in and growing almost silently, her body one whole, before it exploded like a supernova.
Every nerve ending had a mind of its own as an explosion ignited inside of Waverly, each one singing a high hymm in its own rhythm and time. Her muscles spasmed, her walls clenching and unclenching, quivering and convulsing around Nicole.
And Nicole was forced to pull out quickly. It felt cruel, knowing from the high pitched mewl from Waverly that she was overly sensitive and it felt too soon. But Nicole did not want to risk a knot happening, and if she stayed any longer she knew it would be impossible to avoid. The length of her missed the brunette's tightening walls immediately, white hot heat pulsing along the length of her entire cock in stringent and severe protest. Nicole groaned, grinding her teeth together, knowing she was ever so close.
But then she remembered Waverly, gasping and shaking against the shower wall, her knees ready to buckle. Nicole moved swiftly, sliding one arm behind the brunette's knees and the other across the middle of her back and lifted. Waverly gasped, curling into the red head's chest even as another aftershock rode through her.
Nicole pressed her lips against Waverly's temple, her lips lingering there for a few seconds before she pulled them back. And then Nicole was carrying Waverly into the bedroom, into the nest of plush pillows and comforters and blankets that Waverly had made for them, where later they would knot, they would mark and they would truly become one another's. She whispered sweet nothings into Waverly's ear, her lips pressing frequent kisses against the side of her face.
When she was sure Waverly was comfortable, resting likely only momentarily before she'd no doubt need more, Nicole stripped. She would hold her lover, her adoring Omega, and do so tightly until she was able to serve her again.
END
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