2025-04-07 23:27:44 ¶ ● ⬈

sparks-out:

> Omegaverse Jongerry….

> Both of them scentmarking each other constantly. Just a little way to reassure themselves. This is my sibling. They are alive. They are mine. Constantly covered in each other’s scents. People mistaking them for a mated pair when they’re older and at first they’d aggressively correct the record (especially Jon, panicked and off-kilter because oh god they Know). But slowly they just. Stop. It’s easier to just pretend, when they’re off chasing Lietners in another town, and Gerry can just pull her little brother onto her lap in public and Jon can tuck his face in her neck and sniff and nuzzle and be safe safe safe.

> I’m thinking Mary put Jon on some heavy-duty suppressants because a pregnant omega son was the last thing she felt like dealing with. (Especially with an unmated alpha starting to experience rut living under the same roof…) so he’s experienced a heat maybe only once in his life, but he’s helped Gerry through most of her ruts, panting and whining and cumming on her cock as she begs to be allowed to breed him. (It’s awful and it’s wrong and it’s a terrible idea but she NEEDS it. Needs to fill him with a litter, make him round and full so when he goes out covered in her scent everyone will know. That they belong to each other and Jon is off-limits and SHE is off-limits and they may not have much but they have each other and he is HERS and-)

> They both make a marked effort to conceal their subvocals, but especially once they start fucking. That kind of openness has only ever been a weapon Mary could use to hurt them, only now it’s also something that gets them noticed (and not in a good way). The sorts of chirps and chitters you usually hear between siblings blending and mixing with the kinds you usually hear between mates. “Mate” as a concept to both of them inextricable from “sibling.” And they know that this is wrong, that siblings aren’t supposed to be mates, to kiss and touch and mount and pleasure each other, but they never learned how to be anything else. They need each other. Need the reassurance and touch and closeness more than even the sex. Feel best when their matesiblingmatesiblingmate is as close as possible, pressed against every part of them and happy and pleasured and filling the air with their scent.

> Jon humping Gerry’s leg late at night because he had a nightmare and he doesn’t want to wake her up but he needs her and her touch and reassurance that they’re both alive, stroking her off until she cums across her stomach and then licking it off, squeezing her knot gently, milking another spurt of cum out of it. Gerry keeping her cock warm in Jon’s mouth while she draws, basking in being so close to her brother, using his mouth like a stim toy, idly thrusting into it, slipping a finger or two inside to rub at his tongue or run gently over his teeth while she works. The mingling pleasure and the certainty that her brother is alive and real and safe and Hers letting her relax, just a little.

> Of couse one of these days Jon is going to go into heat for the (first? second?) time in his life. And it’s going to his him like a TRUCK. And they’ll try to be responsible. To hold it off. To keep from getting Jon pregnant. But he’s presenting and whimpering all miserable and needy, so so distressed and empty and please, please he needs it. Just- just the tip. Just for a moment until he feels better. And he sounds so unhappy and he smells so good and Gerry’s responding to the scent of her mate in heat, and so she’s sinking inside, and it’s so warm and wet and tight, and she’s going to pull out, really she is, but Jon is mindlessly grinding down on her and it feels so good and maybe it would be easier for him, if he came while she was filling him. And so she’s fucks into him, slow and cautious at first but soon she’s pounding into him, her knot slowly inflating but it’s fine it’s fine she’ll pull out it’s fine. And Jon is moaning and begging and utterly out of his mind, pleading for her to breed him, to put a litter in him. Sounding so loud and so pleasured but he can’t cum. Rubbing at his clit and moaning and whimpering. Please he’s been so good and he needs it please he needs to cum, and they’re both getting lost in a haze and then Gerry’s knot is locking her deep inside of him and she’s emptying herself into his fertile womb and they’re both cumming and cumming and cumming. Gerry letting out soothing, rumbly purrs. Comforting and apologetic. Jon purring and chirping back at his sister, blissed out and contented, unable to think of anything but how satisfying it was to be mated by her, to know that soon he’ll surely be carrying her pups for her….

> Sorry. Um. Got. Carried away.

> Anyway, just… omegaverse jongerry incest, okay?