#He's my big sweaty alpha boyfriend

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guys im so embarrassed i wrote this but as a Freak™ i firmly believe there is not enough omegaverse in this fandom so i gotta write it myself

hopefully i’ve improved some since last time… 🫣

summary: cove x reader - your sudden heat triggers cove’s rut and no one is home to stop you

tags: NSFW, takes place in Step 3, fem/afab reader, omega!reader, alpha!cove, traditional stuff (being a provider for spouse) cause tbh i also can’t deny the housewife kink in me lol, normal omegaverse stuff like knots and slick etc., first time/virginity loss, mating press ♡, reader is pillow princess-ing, breeding kink (you tried to be safe but he got impatient sorry), only a little size difference/kink and belly bulge

it was a hot summer day–too hot for even the biggest beach bum to spend out on the sand–and you and cove were lazing around in your bedroom with the air conditioner as high as your moms would let you put it, which was just enough for you and cove to cuddle comfortably in your nest with the condition that he was shirtless and you were in the flimsiest tank top you could find. .

cove was beyond thankful to not have a shift at the tropical restaurant today. he told you he thinks he would have died if he had to wait tables while the restaurant was full of sweaty, heat-agitated tourists whose scents would overwhelm his nose which was pretty sensitive, even by alpha standards. his comment got a sympathetic nose exhale out of you, which in turn got a playful pout out of your boyfriend. 

“don’t laugh. it’s not funny,” he scolds half-heartedly. “i really could’ve died in that situation. do you know how many sweaty, old alphas i’d have smelled? and they get so snippy when they’re sweaty and uncomfortable. if you knew what it was like working there, you wouldn’t be laughing right now.” 

“yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes with a smirk, feeling a little smug as he squeezes your waist in his arms and nuzzles his face into your neck despite his little rant. “but they still give you the big tips, don’t they?”

“only cause they smell you on me,” cove argues. “they think that i’m an alpha working solely to provide for my omega mate, so of course they’d wanna ‘help out’.” 

“then really, you should be thanking me right now, instead of lecturing,” you snicker, joking. “where’s my cut of the money?” 

“your ‘cut’ is everything i buy you with those tips.” he nips at your collarbone pointedly. “those alphas are kinda right–i am providing for my little omega.” 

my little omega. god, that sounds so delicious coming from his mouth, it almost makes you dizzy. and the idea of him taking care of you makes your inner omega purr with delight. you’re too busy fixating on cove’s words that you almost don’t notice cove perking up in surprise, his head lifting off your arm as he supports himself on his elbow. 

“you…” he pauses, sniffing. “you smell different. just now.” 

“mm?” you hum, looking at him with hazy eyes. you feel your body grow warmer and cove’s scent seems so tantalizing all of a sudden. cove seems to think the same about you, leaning back into your neck to sniff your scent glands, the arm he’s had over your waist moving back so he can grip your hip with his hand. 

“smells sweeter…” he mumbles curiously, practically shoving his nose against your skin. his hand squeezes your hip before moving to your rear to pull you close to him again. 

“cove-?!” you cut yourself off with a small squeak of surprise as he drags his tongue against your gland, your body shivering as his warm, wet muscle teases the sensitive skin. your hands press against cove’s bare chest as he rolls on top of you, caging you in his arms as his knees sit between your thighs. 

“god,” he hisses against your neck, voice not as soft and playful as it was moments ago. “i’ve always wanted to smell this straight from the source. it’s not the same coming from your clothes.” 

it’s only when he says that, that it clicks for you–your heat had arrived early. a few days early, in fact. and you feel silly, not recognizing it after several years of experience, but in your defense, the response from cove was far too distracting for you to put the pieces together on your own. but now that you know what changed in you, you also realize the change in cove was from his rut being triggered. by you. that thought warmed you up even more. cove calls your name. 

“tell me to stop, and i’ll go home right now. i can ask my dad to deliver some of my clothes and we can call, just like we always do,” he says, eyes shyly avoiding yours and staring at your stomach instead. “but if you want me to stay… i-i’ll take care of you. i think- no, i know i’m ready. to take this step in our relationship. b-but only if you are! we can hold off on it if you want!” 

he finally meets your eyes, looking a little frantic, as if worried he was too bold and would scare you off. still, you could see his arms shaking as he held himself over you, taking all the self control he had to not take you then and there. as much as you admired his restraint, your body ached for his. 

“i want this,” you respond breathlessly, feeling almost winded by the anticipation and desire running through you. “i trust you, cove. i want you to knot me.” 

cove turns bright red from his ears to his neck. he was hoping you’d say yes, but he didn’t expect such an explicit answer. 

“oh! o-okay, let me just-” he nearly throws himself off the bed, running out of your room and you hear his heavy footsteps race down the stairs. before you can call out and ask questions after processing his sudden disappearance, you hear him running back up the stairs. he returns to your room and shuts the door with his foot, arms filled with water bottles and snacks. he gives you a sheepish smile as he sets them on the shelf under your window. 

“for later, you know?” he says, fumbling nervously with the last water bottle before putting it down. “wouldn’t want you to get hungry or dehydrated.” 

you’d make a witty quip if you were more lucid, but his preparation and concern for you makes you preen and only more needy for the rest of the care he has planned for you. smelling the slick pooling in your underwear, the cute look is wiped off cove’s face and replaced by an almost uncharacteristic, wolfish grin as he approaches you and your nest again. fuck, this heat is becoming unbearable–you want him now, you don’t even notice you’re whining until cove’s in front of you on the bed again, cupping your face and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you, just like i promised,” he coos softly, his hands parting from your face to remove your shorts. he licks his lips again when he sees the large wet spot on your panties that had seeped through your shorts. 

“one more time: are you sure you want to do this now?” cove asks, looking into your eyes through his lashes. his breathing is heavy with the amount of self-discipline he’s exerting. his inner alpha is practically howling at him to get on with it and fuck you like an animal, but he loves you too much to give in when there’s still a chance you might back out. “i can’t promise i’ll control myself o-or be gentle past this point. but i’ll do my best to stop whenever you tell me! i-if you ever tell me-”

“please,” you all but beg, adoring his efforts but so over the waiting. “please just fuck me already, alpha. i hate waiting.” 

your interruption and desperation draw a small chuckle of disbelief from cove, but it also settles his nerves. he gives you an apology kiss as he tugs off your underwear, practically drooling at the unfiltered scent of your slick.

“sorry for making you wait,” he murmurs as he pushes your thighs apart, backing up on his knees until he can comfortably lean down and kiss your clit. 

you’re a sobbing mess as cove draws you closer to your third climax of the day, still only giving you his mouth and fingers. as much as you begged for his dick after the second orgasm, cove insisted he needed to make sure his knot wouldn’t hurt you, even if it meant straining against his pants uncomfortably while rutting against your nest. still, with how enthusiastically he was devouring your cunt, you can’t say he wasn’t enjoying himself as well. 

the slurping and squelching that filled your bedroom were lewd, but that was nothing compared to your mixed moans and the stench of sex that was probably stuck on your sheets by now. cove always got off on your scent during his ruts, holding your gifted, used panties to his nose as he jerked off, but the smell coming straight from your glands mixed with the taste of your slick on his tongue–he felt like he could cum untouched from those alone, but he needed to hold out until he could stick his dick inside you, even if he couldn’t actually breed you yet. oh fuck, the idea of you filled with his pups had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, even if the logical part of him knew you were both too young for that yet. still, he couldn't deny the idea’s appeal.

“cove!” you gasp, one hand tugging his hair as the other gripped the pillow behind your head. “‘m gonna cum again-!” 

you barely finish your sentence before you gush all over his face for the third time, and just like the previous two times, cove laps it all up eagerly, rubbing his nose against your overstimulated clit as his tongue parts your lips. you try to push him away but it’s only once he was satisfied with his cleanup that cove lets up to pull you into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. you moan into his mouth and whimper when he pulls away but you’re already too spent to chase his lips. he chuckles at your dazed state but is far from done. 

he gets off the bed and finally relieved himself of his pants and boxer-briefs and you drool at the sight of his big dick and the much-desired knot at the base. he nearly trips as he simultaneously hurries to your drawers while removing his clothes and digs through your drawer to find the condoms (that you’d told him your moms bought for you regularly once you and cove started trading clothes during your synced mating cycles. it was funny and embarrassing at the time, but now you were grateful). he grabs a handful and rips open the first one as he rejoins you in your nest, also ripping the condom inside in the process. he tosses it aside and goes for the next condom, only for history to repeat. he blows through two more, growling as you whine impatiently, before muttering “fuck it” and tossing all the condoms onto the floor. 

“i’ll buy you plan b later, okay?” cove assures you as he lines up his dick to your pussy with one hand, the other holding up one of your thighs. “just be good and take my knot, just like you wanted.” 

you moan a cuss and throw your head back on your pillow as he slides in, your endless slick and his careful preparation making it easy and oh-so pleasurable. cove hisses as he stops just before his knot, his now-free hand moving to your other thigh. you’re about to complain about the lack of movement but cove already starts pushing in again, watching intently as your cunt swallows him up with relative ease. you mewl at the stretch that was much easier than you’d anticipated–you’ll have to thank him later for making it so easy on you despite your impatience. 

cove stops again once buried to the hilt inside you, his eyes flick up to your face and, seeing you without any discomfort, grins. 

“look at that, omega,” he murmurs, his hand pressing gently on the small bump in your belly that disappears and reappears with each slow thrust of his hips, making your breath stutter. “your needy little pussy all stuffed by my cock.” 

playing nice doesn’t last long, however, as he quickly gets pussy-drunk and picks up the pace. 

“f-fuck~” cove groans, tossing his head back in pleasure while his hands grip the backs of your knees, keeping you wide open. he leans his head forward again, looking at your half-lidded eyes and drooling, moaning mouth with dark eyes. he lets your legs fall to his sides, choosing instead to lean forward with his elbows at the sides of your head and his chest pressed against yours, practically putting all his weight on you as he fucks you hard and fast.

the wet slapping of his balls on your ass and the sounds that leave your mouths are loud and lewd and surely your sister or one of your moms will come home soon, but cove really couldn’t care less when it feels so good. he’d always dreamed of having you on his knot like this, ever since he first jerked off to your scent, but having it for real was better than he could have ever imagine. so tight and warm, and the fucked-out look on your face was even better. 

“so cute like this,” he mutters, his face so close to yours and you try to focus your eyes on him but can barely keep them from rolling back. “you were made to take my knot. we fit so well together. fuck, i can’t imagine doing this with someone else. i should just claim you already.” 

the prospect of being claimed by cove makes you keen. his face is shoved up against your neck again, inhaling your scent like it’s oxygen, and he really is tempted to bite you then and there. 

“you’d like that, right? being bonded to me? oh f-fuck! oh, yeah, you do. tighten up so much at the idea…” instead of biting your neck, he moves his mouth to your shoulder and satiates that need. you cry out his name, both out of pleasure and disappointment. it feels so good to be bitten by him, if only it was where you want it most. 

his sweet words are reduced into babbles as he loses himself in you and you could admit that you’ve lost yourself long into this heat. his tip kissing your cervix and his knot stretching your lower lips is all so delicious, it’s overwhelmed you to tears.

“c-cove,” you gasp, clawing at his back, toes curling as you get closer. 

“mm-” cove grunts, picking up pace for the final stretch as he mutters thoughtlessly into your ear. “gonna fill you, omega… fill you with pups… all mine…” 

normally, the thought of being pregnant would would terrify you, but with a heat-clouded mind, it’s all you want. 

“please fill me,” you whimper. “cove- cove! wan’ your pups… please gimme pups, alpha…!” 

“agh- fuck!” cove’s arms cradle your head to his chest as his knot swells, locking him inside you. “gonna fill you,” he repeats. “fill you w’ my pups… my omega… all mine…” 

you cry out as cove’s hot seed fills you, clinging onto him with your arms and legs wrapping around his muscular body. he’s shaking and growling and still babbling as he cums, and his load feels heavy inside you, especially with his knot preventing any from leaking out. as he comes down from his high and feels fatigue wash over him, cove quiets down and at least finds the strength to lower himself onto you slowly, lying on you while his still-inflated knot keeps your bodies stuck together. 

you sniffle as post-coital clarity slowly comes to you, and your lust is temporarily pushed aside by your affection for cove. you gently comb a hand through his hair as your eyelids feel heavy.

“we’ll be like this for a while,” cove chuckles, cheeks flushed pink. “go to sleep. i’ll clean everything up once my knot goes down and when you wake up, i’ll still be here. we’ll drink and eat, and then we can keep going as much as you want. i’ll be right here.” 

his words of reassurance and the gentle rumble of his chest as he speaks is enough to lull you to sleep, as if you weren’t already totally spent. and yet, the idea of going for more rounds sparks your excitement once again, and you can’t help how your pussy briefly squeezes cove’s dick, making him gasp. you chuckle at his reaction as you finally nod off.

ahhhhhhhh omgggg !!!!!!! 🙈🙈🙈

[plistommy]

What do you think about omega!Steve who has a big falling out with his parents and moves in with his asshole, working class boyfriend who's gonna ruin his life (according to Steve's parents)- but meanwhile Steve and Billy are happily decorating their trailer and fucking like bunnies and talking about having kids once they've saved up some money. And once every couple of weeks Steve comes across his parents at the store or on the street and he just always looks soo happy🤭

”Oh my god, put it in already!” Steve whined as he arched his back, presenting himself to his alpha who was hurriedly opening his belt buckle after getting home from work.

Steve had been waiting for his boyfriend for hours, decorating their newly shared trailer cute and homey with their stuff. He still couldn’t believe he was actually away from his awful parents and living with Billy. His alpha.

He had gotten horny after he had tried to take a little nap, but smelled his alphas scent on their messy bed from the night before instead and soon enough he was fingering himself.

It was like his prayers were answered because he heard the door open and Billy’s heavy scent filled the place.

And now he was here, begging for the other’s knot as Billy finally got his dick out and pushed it into his waiting hole with one smooth thrust.

”Y-yes! Alphaaaa!” Steve’s eyes rolled back into his head as Billy started a brutal pace, grabbing the omega’s thick ass.

”Fuck, baby, was thinking about fucking you the whole day. Missed you, missed this ass…” Billy purred as he threw his head back, blond curls sticking to the back of his neck.

Billy slapped Steve’s ass, loving the way it jiggled whenever he thrusted in and out of the other’s perfect body.

”Ohmy…goddd, Billy! Breed me!” Steve cried, droll dripping to their covers as he couldn’t help how his tongue rolled out.

”Oh fuck fuck fuck!” The alpha cursed as he picked up the pace, moving his strong arms around Steve’s waist to get him closer, to get his dick deeper into the other’s tight body.

The knot started to tug into the omegas hole, making them both moan desperately and soon enough, it popped and filled the omega full.

Steve loved how it felt.

”Shit, Baby, you’re perfect.” Billy moaned, coming to kiss his omegas perfect lips as their bodies were tied now.

”Uh-huh…” was all Steve could get out and it made his alpha chuckle. He felt soft kisses on the back of his neck and soon teeth on his mating mark.

It made him shudder.

They laid there for a while, both coming down from their highs as they cuddled closely.

”How was work?” Steve got out and his hoarse voice got them both laughing.

”Good, pretty boy. But not as good as coming home to my beautiful omega.”

Steve blushed and rolled his eyes playfully.

”Yeah, yeah… I bet.” He grinned.

Billy smiled down at him, blue eyes so pretty and full with love as he pushed Steve’s sweaty bangs away.

”I see you decorated the place. I love it.” Billy looked around, eyes lingering on the picture of the two of them on their nightstand. ”You definitely have the eyes for a home.”

It made Steve smile, the omega in him purring with happiness that his alpha was happy with him.

”Even better for the future, for the pups…” he said, loving how Billy’s eyes grew a little wide.

”Yeah?” Billy moved closer ”Wanna have pups?”

Steve gave the other a small peck on the lips ”Definitely. Not yet, but, someday…”

Billy kissed him back, deepening it a little until he pulled away with Steve’s flushed face.

”Can’t wait to knock you up. Make you full of pups, so round and sexy…” Billy started and ooooh yeah.

They were going at it again.

—

”Steve?”

Steve turned around, big brown eyes focusing on his mother. She looked pretty, she always was, but tired as her hands were full of groceries Steve knew his asshole of a father never wanted to carry.

He was the worst alpha. But his mother wasn’t a good omega either.

They were not good people. They hated him the second they found out he was omega and that they couldn’t fix the ’problem’. Ever since then the loving parents he had for the first twelve years were gone.

Steve hated them.

He put down the magazine he had been looking at and turned to his mother fully, slowly looking her up and down.

”Mrs. Harrington”

He loved the way his mother’s eyes twitched.

They were silent for a while and Steve was already about to just walk off and leave her there to stand like an idiot, but then she opened her mouth.

”You look.. happy.” His mother stated.

Oh, really?

Steve wanted to laugh.

”Oh, I am. I’m so happy. I have a beautiful house, a beautiful boyfriend.” He grinned ”I’ve never been this happy. Everything’s perfect. My alpha is perfect.”

He didn’t miss the small frown on his mother's face at the mention of Billy. His parents never agreed with him about his alpha, always called him names and that he was going to ruin Steve’s life even more than it already was after he had presented as an omega.

Their words, not his.

But oh were they so wrong.

”Steven—”

”Don’t!” He snapped, shutting her up which even surprised him a little, but his confidence just grew.

”I have to go before my alpha comes back home. He misses me a lot.” Was all he said before walking away, leaving his mother behind.

He didn’t need to tell her what he was doing, but knowing how his mother never got that type of love from his father, he knew it was a low blow. And his mother deserved every bit of it.

Fuck her. Fuck his dad.

Steve was so happy.

And he knew he had made the right choice when he laid in his alphas strong arms later that night, talking about their future and how someday, they were gonna have a house full of little nuggets running around.

Steve had never felt so in love.

[hyunsvngs]

I just read the fem skz slumber party fic! It was so so good!! Thank you for recommending it!!

Oh oh what about helping the boys through their ruts/ heats for the first time?? Who do you think would go absolutely feral and who would still be gentle...also the breeding!?....I need to chill

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AWWW NO ITS ONE OF MY FAVES IM GLAD U LOVED IT!! ANYWAY HERE ISSSS… helping the boys through their ruts/heats! i obviously didnt do the betas (changbin, seungmin, hyunjin) so these r just our alphas & omegas <3 also!! CW for pegging&rimming in jisung & felix’s if youre not into that<3

chan: alpha

your nose twitched when you inhaled at the front door. the smell of the beach, ocean breeze, warm and comforting filled your senses - it was so strong. changbin confirmed your suspicions when he opened the door. “it’s bad.”

“okay,” you nodded, making your way into the house. it was clean. weirdly clean, you thought. “who cleaned?”

“jisung. nerves, i don’t know. probably an omega thing.” you blinked, nodding, before you started to walk over to chan’s room. what you were met with was not an unpleasant sight.

chan, fully naked. his body was covered with a sheen of sweat, glistening off of his abdominal muscles and his pecs. you wanted to lick it up. his hand was pumping steadily at his cock, a pool of cum already on his tummy - but he wasn’t stopping. you could see his knot, engorged and wanting to pop. it obviously had nothing to pop in yet, but you were there now, his loyal omega girlfriend.

his head snapped to the door when you entered, even though you’d tried to open and shut the door quietly. he looked about two seconds away from growling, but instead, he just clenched the base of his cock sharply.

“fuck, baby. get over here. i’m gonna cum and i need to pop my knot inside that pussy,” he grumbled, a low gravelly tone. the sweat had mussed his hair so it was curly, dark against his forehead. you nodded, shocked, before quickly shucking off your clothes and getting onto the bed. always considerate, he flipped you over, wrapping your legs around his waist so it wasn’t uncomfortable when you were locked together. without a second passing, he pushed inside of you.

“oh, channie, that’s big,” you crooned, head falling back against the pillows. chan was quick to start fucking into you, a feverish pace that set your senses on fire. omega slick was a blessing at that point - honestly, you’d been slicking up since you smelled him by the door. he needed help more than you did though. “alpha! oh, god, daddy, are you gonna fuck a pup into me?”

chan groaned, his sweaty forehead resting against yours. his eyes were clenched shut but he managed to nod, breaths fanning over your mouth. “yeah, omega. ‘m gonna- f- fuck, i’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up, fuck. you gotta cum too, you gotta-“

“baby, focus on you for now, okay?” chan looked hesitant but nodded anyway, his pace becoming stuttered as he got closer to the edge.

“o-okay, but then i gotta eat you out when my knot breaks.”

“deal.”

minho: alpha

you squeaked when you opened your front door. your boyfriend was standing there, hair messy and chest heaving from his panting. the smell of chocolate was so, so thick, almost sickly, and he was staring at you with dark eyes.

oh. he’s in rut.

“oh. oh, baby, did you run here?” you asked, eyes soft as you rake over his body. not only were you concerned that he ran all the way to your house, you were also concerned that he ran all the way to your house with a massive bulge in his trousers from his erection.

“i… i need you,” he admitted, eyes falling to the floor. “i’m sorry. me coming here must have surprised you, but i’m in rut. and i know we said we should do it separately, just for a while, but i-“

“get in, dumbass,” you quipped, yanking him in by his wrist. he’s in shorts and a t-shirt, which should’ve been the first clue. it was autumn, and he was running very hot by the feeling of his bare skin in your hand. “fuck me. it’ll make you feel better, and i’m your girlfriend, min. it’s really okay.”

“but i might-“

“ssh,” you kissed his lips, and he sighed. “i don’t care if you get a little crazy. bite me, claim me. i’m in this for the long run.”

that’s how you ended up on all fours on the floor of your living room, only a pillow underneath your knees for comfort. minho was pounding into you, having already knotted you once he clearly needed more. you pushed your ass onto him, bouncing against his cock.

“that’s it, little omega,” he groans, both hands slapping your asscheeks. “fuck back on my cock like that. gonna knot you again, fill you up, make you a mommy.”

“oh, yes,” you whined, head falling to the floor. “make me a mommy, min, breed me, fuck-“

“i’m gonna make you a fucking mommy, filthy girl. gonna give you pups, yeah?”

jisung: omega

“i wan’ the big one,” jisung whined, making grabby hands at you. you were picking which knotting dildo to strap to yourself and fuck him with, and of course, your cute little in-heat boyfriend wanted the huge one. you couldn’t even take this one on a good day, but jisung had been fingered open by both himself and you and so you shrugged, strapping it onto your harness. when you got back on the bed, he’d contortioned himself onto his back with his legs held up by his hands. he looked at you with teary eyes, yet still a big, stupid grin on his face. “mm, yeah, mommy. gimme your big cock.”

“slut,” you mused, affectionately dragging your hand up his thigh. you used his own slick to glide up the strapon, before you were pressing it into his hole. his jaw dropped immediately, letting you stretch him nice and wide. his eyes were now fond, affectionate as he let you pick your own pace. you, of course, chose slow and deep. “look at your hole, taking all of this. ‘s so cute, hannie.”

“big, big, oh- oh, mommy, breed me,” he blurted, head falling back against the pillows. his cock was leaky, dripping out onto his stomach from beneath his foreskin and his balls looking tight and full. you squeezed one in your hand experimentally, and his back arched, a choked moan falling out from his lips. “mommy!”

“you want mommy to breed you, baby?” you hummed, kissing his pouty lips. he moaned into the kiss, nodding eagerly and making the kiss way more sloppy than intended. “should mommy go faster? gotta make her omega cum before i fill him up, right?”

“oh! oh, yes, mommy! please, faster, faster-“

“alright, slut. i got you,” you giggled, before you started to pick up the pace. his eyes rolled back into his head feeling you drill into his prostate, and he let out a loud moan that reverberated off the walls. everything in the room smelled of citrus.

“love you, mommy,” he mumbled, lost in ecstasy. you smiled, pecking his nose. “always helpin’ me with my heat.”

“love you too, baby.”

felix: omega

“ah, shit! that’s it,” felix whined, his head lolling over the end of the sofa. your tongue swept up the slick on his asshole, just delving in slightly before sloppily kissing down to his balls. felix groaned a deep noise when you licked over his balls, his thighs clenching. honestly, omega slick didn’t do much for you since you were an omega too, but you could still taste felix’s signature cinnamon sent in it.

you licked your lips when you pulled away, rubbing a thumb over his tight hole. “you want more, lixie?”

“yes! yes, fingers, and then- i want the toy after, please, please,” he was babbling, hips grinding down into the leather of the sofa. you giggled, before you slid two fingers into him at once, curling against his prostate. he jolted, a sharp inhale of breath being heard around the room. “mm, mm, c’mere, got an idea.”

you shifted over to let him pull you underneath him, your fingers still deep in his ass. with a quick move he was sliding your underwear down and positioning his cock at your entrance.

“lixie…?”

“‘s- i gotta. i can fucking smell you, and i have to. keep fingering me, precious,” he breached your hole in one go. you were honestly almost as wet as him just from getting your tongue and fingers on him, and the stretch was a welcome one. “ah- ah, yeah, shit. n-needed that.”

when he started to move his hips, he quickly noticed that he was riding your fingers as well as fucking into you. your whines joined the room along with his deep groans. he was feeling just so good, so full, so content.

jeongin: alpha

jeongin had only had a few ruts alone before you, and there he was - fucking into you without abandon while seungmin was literally in the next room. he didn’t even seem to care.

“‘s- oh, gotta- just a bit deeper, i gotta get it deeper so it takes, y’know?” jeongin was whiny and talkative during a rut, you noticed. you obeyed his wishes anyway, pulling your legs up to your chest and letting him fuck into you deeper this time. the sensation had your eyes rolling back into your head, but you still had enough wits about you to tease him.

“for what to take, alpha?” you croon. jeongin groans, his hand splayed next to your head. the bed itself was rocking, headboard crashing against the wall with a loud noise every single thrust. it had you whining even louder, just the thought of being caught. you knew jeongin got off on it too.

“for- for my pups to take, baby, shit- ‘m gonna knot you again,” jeongin admitted, and then he was laughing in disbelief. you giggled too, shaking your head fondly and brushing the hair back from his eyes. you didn’t miss him leaning his head into your touch.

“c’mon then, innie. breed your omega. i’ve been good, haven’t i?”

[epic-arc]

RWBY BUT IS A RANDOM TIKTOKS AUDIOS!

Cute scenes of Jaune and Weiss appeared on the screen and another moment of Ruby with Penny to cut to Ren who was lying in bed with some tears on his face.

Ren: What beautiful and cute couples…

When Ren finished what he was saying, Nora entered the room with a great expression of joy and excitement on her face.

Nora: Ren is 4pm time for your pegging session!!

Ren: AAAA-

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Mercury would be in his dorm looking at the mirror that had a picture of Jaune. He would be trying to ask the same person on a date and after three attempts he would take a deep breath.

Mercury: Ok I can do it, I just have to take a deep breath and talk!

Mercury would leave his dorm and go to Jaune who was drinking coffee and when he noticed Mercury he was smiling which would make Mercury blush.

Mercury: H-Hey jaune do you want to be my big sweaty guardian alpha boyfriend?!

Mercury notices what he had said and would be extremely blushing, which would make him run back to the dorm and Jaune would be sitting there confused.

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Winter would be holding Weiss' legs who was dragging herself on the floor towards Jaune who was leaning on the door with his new beard

Winter: TAKE.A.BREAK

Weiss would stop dragging and look at Winter with a serious expression showing her determination.

Weiss: I'm going to rest when that man and I had a football team and reserves!

Winter was using her glyphs to stop Weiss from moving but she broke them heading towards Jaune

[snoopsnoop07]

GUIDO MISTA FANFIC

by sophie and phoenix (Owner of account is phonix btw)

😍

chat. this is satire🍆😆😍

super DUPA sad. don’t read if you're depressed!!!!

You were assigned on a mission with Mista. Not just because you guys were a couple but because both of you genuinely worked great together. You were walking with Mista to find the stand user.”honey bumkins… you shyly said “yeah boo boo bear?” Mista said with a growl, Grrr!! “I-I-I-I-I-I-..... want to know how it feels to ride an F150 in the future…” I say flustered with puppy eyes. “Also I'm scared of the super big mega ultra mythical rare fight with the supa dupa bad guy!!!!!” “zont worry my wittle kitten whiskers i will protect you no matter what!!!” mista said with a growl and whispers in my ear “we will win this fight…… with the power of love and friendship! Anything is possible…. I’ll also let you know how to ride the f150!” he smiles with a smile sweeter than jolly ranchers, Yummy! suddenly a stand user appears!!!! and guess who it is???? STEVEN PATRICK MORRISSEY AKA MORRISSEY!!!! AND HIS POWERFUL STAND CALLED “DRAKES DICK” (i was going to do a The smiths song but SOPHIE started to diss The Smiths). “WATCH OUT Y/N! OR ELSE A DOUBLE DECKER BUS WILL CRASH US” he gasps and jumps! YEOOWCH!!! SUDDENLY HE USES DRAKES DICK AND SWINGS IT AROUND MISTAS NECK CHOKING HIM!!!!! WOWZERS!!! You gasp and wings and wolf ears started to grow out of you. you grab a mic and look at Morrissey “Steven… this isn’t you.. stop harming him… or else you’ll get it lil bro” your eyes start to turn red. But before I could do anything I heard a fart away voice “boys……. don't…. cry….” the voice sounds closer “he's right behind me isn't he…” I look behind me and OMG. BOBERT SMITH FROM THE CURE (we love the cure chat) “morrussy this isn't you!!!” Bobart said “i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i know you can be kind.. and n-nice.. pls dont do this!!!” “Take my hand, '' Borbart says while reaching out his hand. Morrussy takes it and they fly away together on a double decker bus being in love on a friday while singing a loveson (but then chewsday came so they didn’t care anymore because Friday they are in love) . you were amazed but then you remember your sweaty hot alpha bae boo boo bear boyfriend.. MISTA!!!!! you ran over to him “BAE, BABY, SNOOKUMS, TEDDY BEAR, LITTLE PEBBlE, MY PUPPY, MY BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE NUGGET !!!”you said with tears in your eyes. m-m-my omega.. mista said while coughing up blood. no!!! pls don't leave!!! YOU SAID. “y-you still didn't teach me how to ride a F150!!!!!” Mista coughs blood again and smiles “p-p-p-p-puppy….. I was... going to propose to you today actually…” I start to tear up more! he takes out a small box from his pocket and gives it to me “let ... let me make you the happiest person in the next life y/n…..” he says with tears bigger than tsunami waves filled with musty salt and seaweed. I nod forcing a jolly smile on my face. He kisses me with tongue and everything. he pulls away gently. but then. Atticus gives you backshots, The end. ANYWAYS GUYS. SUBSCRIBE TO OUR CHANNEL AND SEE YA NEXT TIME!!!! like and suscribe or you will turn into the red imposter!!!!

[batwritings]

I have just been hooked on the idea of pup!Sapnap going through a mating season, and becoming obsessed with the idea of having kids with you. In this situation, I feel like he'd be the sub. I also think he'd beg for him to at least simulate the fantasy.

Ooh yess!! Honestly dogboy!Sapnap is a whole mood, nobody can tell me this man is not a golden retriever some days. Enjoy!~

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The notification on your phone was the first reminder that Sapnap was meant to start his rut today. Yet it slipped your mind as you fell into your morning routine. The second reminder was him scenting you during your work day editing videos. That too went unremembered to your overworked mind. So to say you were surprised when you really shouldn't have been when your absolute puppy of a boyfriend pinned you to your bed with a rock hard cock between your legs was an understatement.

"Please Y/N," Sapnap whined, rutting his hips to rub his cock between your thighs. "I need to be inside you, like, right now."

It suddenly clicked in your mind again for the eighteenth time that day, and you were quick to slip off your pants and underwear for him. Your puppy was between your legs in an instant, doing his best to slick up your entrance with his tongue. You whimpered softly at the skilled muscle against your eager hole, watching as he would rock his stuttering hips against the mattress to get some kind of stimulation while he prepped you.

He never prepped for long though, and soon Sapnap had you back on your stomach, mounting you and sliding his member inside. You whined at the stretch and burn the melded so familiarly with pleasure as your hybrid boyfriend started to fuck you in earnest. "Good boy Sap," you praised, trying to pull him down to rest flush back to chest. "Such a good puppy, breeding me so good."

All movement stopped at that comment, your confused eyes looking back at him. Sapnap's bright brown eyes were watching you with a mixture of lust and want. "C-can I breed you?" he asks quietly. "I...I want you to carry my pups Y/N."

Your own eyes widen this time, surprise hitting you for the umpteenth time that day. Sure, you and Sapnap had talked about kids before, but never so seriously as right now. You both knew there was a possibility that he could in fact get you pregnant, but you were both extremely careful about nipping that problem in the bud before it ever crossed your mind.

Your expression softened as you made him pull out so you could flip over onto your back. "C'mon big guy," you ushered, helping him line up and press in again. You gave him a mischievous smile then. "Give me those pups Sapnap." At your command, Sapnap wasted absolutely no time fucking back into you with earnest.

Your head fell back against the plush pillows of the nest Sapnap's bed had become as pleasure filled your body. Whines and moans fell from the hybrid's lips as he fucked you, kissing along your neck to find the sweet meat of your shoulder. He bit down, a sharp cry leaving your throat. You knew what this symbolized to him and powered through the pain of the mating mark.

Sapnap's tail was wagging swiftly as his knot swelled and started to catch on your eager hole. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," he chants like a mantra. "Gonna fill you, gonna breed you...!" His hot panting in your ear only intensified as his knot slips inside you.

"Go on Puppy," you praised, scratching at the base of his dark furry ears. "Breed me Alpha." You knew exactly what you words would do as Sapnap growled possessively. His noises fell to whimpers quickly though as he spilled inside you, hips twitching and jerking as he came.

You moan softly, feeling so obscenely full as your hybrid boyfriend fills you. His sweaty forehead leans on your shoulder, causing you to wince and adjust him. He mumbles a soft apology to which you only kiss his temple. "You're fine Sap," you assure him. "Feeling a bit better for now?"

"Mhmm," Sapnap answers, kissing at your neck. This causes you to clench around him slightly, which sends a shiver down his spine. "You're gonna make me cum again."

"That's the plan if I'm gonna carry your pups isn't it?" You chuckle, watching in amusement as he makes eye contact with you again. "You thought I was joking?" The happy tail wags return as your face is immediately covered with kisses.

"I'm gonna make you proud, just you wait."

[jackson-adoresyou-somuch]

(woah I forgot I had this blog.)

Ok so DHMIS COMMUNITY!!! I have a question for ya gays…

HOW DO YOU GAYS FEEL ABOUT ELECTRACEY X UNEMPLOYED BRENDON???

Ok it’s a weird rare pair BUT HEAR ME OUT

Brendon appeared in episode JOBS (which basically was the first episode in the tv series) and Electracey appeared in episode ELECTRICITY (which was the last episode in the tv series)

It’s also funny cuz they are VOICED BY THE SAME PERSON (Rebecca Sloan!!! Or Becky Sloan!!!)

Come on give me some slack I really love tall girlfriend x short boyfriend plus JUST UGHSGS YOU WONT UNDERSTAND UNTIL YOU SEE THE VISION

also like come on man like RAGSGHSTHEY WOULD LOOK SO FRICKING CUTE AND SHIZ LIKE ATSGHSHS

sorry for that but stillkuhhhh JUST LIKE IDK I THOUGHT OF IT AND IM INSANELY ATTACHED TO IT ARSGGSGSGS JUST SEE MY VISION

DHMIS community pls accept me. ( ；∀；)

Also if ur still reading this HEAD CANONS CUZ WHY NOT!! ヽ(^o^)丿

ELECTRACEY X UNEMPLOYED BRENDON HCS!!!

Basically tall sensitive cheery gf/bf x short easily pushed over brat-ish bf (tehehhe no one can stop me from shipping this) ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Maybe some teethrotting stuff so BEWARE!!!

Little warning: these have N$FW headcanons as well!!!

SFW HEADCANONS:

whenever Brendon feels a little more moody than usual, Electracey will literally SHOWER HIM with kisses (they always stop his bad days from becoming the WORST days)

Whenever Electracey has a bad day, Brendon always checks their batteries out and makes sure that they are replaced and safe ORRR if it isn’t the batteries that are the problem, he offers a blanket, snacks, a book, some silly straws for the drink, and gives them enough hugs and kisses while listening to why they’re having a bad day

Electracey is USUALLY the one giving the most presents while Brendon always feel bad for not being able to give that many presents to them (as he doesn’t have a job and usually asks for cash from his younger brother) so it’s basically kinda like this :

Electracey: “I got you a present honey!!!”

Brendon: “ah, what did you get me now…?”

Electracey: “so I got you the pants you always wanted, a brand new IPhone, a new car, a new laptop for your writings, a new PC set so we could play together, and a new tv, oh and I got you a a giant teddy bear! So… did you get me any gifts?”

*Brendon just looking down in shame as he just holds up a tiny bag*

*Electracey opens it and it’s a fricking small bear that he got from dollar tree*

Electracey: “. . .OMGGG!!! BABYYY I LOVE IT THANKKK YOUU AHHHHHH”

Sometimes Brendon gets scared that one day, Briefcases ‘charms’ and ‘looks’ will attract Electracey and make them leave him for his younger brother, but whenever that happens, Electracey will shake Brendon and kiss him EVERYWHERE until he gets convinced for the day that it won’t happen

When calling each other nicknames, Electracey calls Brendon “baby, honey, sugar, Brandy, and darling, and sir” while Brendon calls them “Elec, Tracey, honey pie, cutie, baby, mommy, ma’am, pookie, señorita, and hot big sweaty guardian alpha boyfriend”

Brendon always writes poetry and novels for Electracey or inspired by their relationship

Electracey always like to tease Brendon around by randomly twirling him around and starts slow dancing with him, grabbing onto his waist, wrist, and shoulders, purposely pulling him closer to their face and not kissing them until Brendon does it himself, and hugging Brendon from behind

They share their earbuds and listen to some funky jams

When they kiss it gives them a spark and it hurts A LITTLE BIT so basically like idk

Ok not really a relationship HC (kind of family HC) but Colin doesn’t actually approve of Brendon dating Electracey since he just sees him as a freeloader and just a bad boyfriend in general and maybe will never approve of him but that’s ok cuz they ALREADY FU-

N$FW HEADCANONS:

Electracey goes behind Brendon and puts their hand in his pants to rub his coin slot (TRANS BRENDON OK GIVE ME A BREAK)

Brendon normally puts his hand onto Electracey’s lap under a table whenever they’re having a dinner party or meeting family and uh… Electracey sometimes gets excited…

Electracey is normally on the top and Brendon’s on the bottom but they also swap sometimes

Sometimes they get a bit risky on where they do their thing… at (EXAMPLE: like at a Walmart family bathrooms or like in an alleyway)

Electracey is the one with the ding-a-ling while Brendon has the coin slot

Brendon normally whines, whimpers, and cries while Electracey moans, flicker, and groans (they both pant and breathe heavily)

Electracey ties him up sometimes

Sometimes when they both get in, it gives them a little spark tinkling feeling (it only hurts SOMETIMES)

PLS HEAR ME OUT THIS IS A GOOD SHIP TRUST ME PLS PLSSS PLSSSSS SPLSLSLSLLSLS PSLLSKLSLS PLSSSSS

(Also this is actually an old gif (I changed their designs a little so they EXACTLY look like this now))

[neondiamond]

⛄️ Recently Read Fics - January 2023 ⛄️

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 💙

⛄️ Bad Move, Just Act Normal by @berzerkshires (600, NR)

Quarterback Harry Styles wore rookie kicker Louis Tomlinson's jersey to a press conference.

⛄️ Little Taste by @wabadabadaba (1k, G)

a morning with little Harry and caregiver Louis.

⛄️ Let’s Get Skating by @wabadabadaba (1k, G)

Harry plans on going ice skating alone but those plans change when a very cute stranger forgets his headphones.

⛄️ (Route)r To My Heart by @itsnotreal (1k, M)

Harry’s upstairs neighbor is loud as fuck. What better way to deal with the problem than by being passive aggressive with his WiFi’s name?

⛄️ sweaty palms and racing hearts by @onlythebravest (1k, G)

A short story of two shy, nervous and blushing boys on a date at the cinema.

⛄️ Falling (For Two) by @louistomlionson (1k, NR)

In the middle of a morning run, Harry loses his balance. Niall and Louis are walking to their car just in time to witness his tumble and, lucky for him, more than happy to help.

⛄️ London by @hellolovers13 (2k, M)

A lazy morning in bed.

Finally home.

⛄️ Odd Dogs by @londonfoginacup (3k, G)

Zayn is not a dog person. Zayn does not understand dogs. He doesn’t know why they do what they do.

Yet here he is, at the doors of the Allegheny Dog Rescue, staring in at an odd dog and a blue eyed boy.

⛄️ Christmas Pretenders by @larryatendoftheday (4k, T)

When Niall convinced Louis to come home with him for the holidays as his fake boyfriend, he never expected he'd run into the loveliest man he'd ever seen.

⛄️ just an (un)ordinary evening by @onlythebravest (4k, E)

Harry and Louis during an ordinary weekday evening, having a somewhat slow and relaxing night together.

⛄️ You Taught Me A Lesson (That Feelings Are Reckless) by @whenyoucallmelover (5k, G)

the one where Harry and Louis live together but like to ignore each other... Until one day, they don't.

⛄️ ‘Sno(w) Joke by @sun-tomato (5k, NR)

The last thing Louis wanted was to get stranded on his birthday.

But perhaps it was exactly what he needed.

Featuring a snow storm, a library, and a very grumpy Harry Styles.

⛄️ The Hour of Us by @louistomlionson (5k, M)

Harry loves her quiet life with her two partners, Niall and Louis. But one day, her magic starts acting up. Will Harry be able to figure out what's happening, how to fix it, and soon?

⛄️ Wanted: Dog Walker by @louandhazaf (6k, G)

Louis needs a dog walker.

Harry answers the ad.

⛄️ All at once, this is enough by @lunarheslwt (7k, G)

Harry, overcome with burn out, wants to nest but he has never nested before, doesn’t know how to. Louis, his best friend, is only happy to help him make a nest and be there for him. Along the way, they find something more.

⛄️ All Shook Up by @littleroverlouis (9k, T)

Memphis, Tennessee is looking to crown the Ultimate Elvis Tribute artist. A majority of the contestants are content to shake their hips on stage, but singer-songwriter Harry is taking it more seriously. He is confident his voice and charisma will send him straight through to the finals.

He is already polishing his crown before even setting foot on stage, until he meets a fellow competitor. Louis is talented, charming, and a natural born performer. He commands the stage— and Harry's attention.

Harry has his eye on the prize and the Ultimate title, but what happens when someone becomes the ultimate prize?

⛄️ It’s Thursday. Let’s Get (un)Dressed. by @bananaheathen (9k, E)

When Louis is peer-pressured into downloading TikTok over the holidays, he fully expects to hate it. And he does hate it. All of it. Well... except for aspiring OOTD influencer, @harrystyles.

⛄️ Behind closed doors by @greenblueish (10k, E)

the one where omega Louis finds a sock on alpha Harry's door handle that causes a big misunderstanding but is also the beginning of something new.

⛄️ Midnight by @kingsofeverything (10k, E)

“Alphas are for fucking and pheromones,” Louis said during their first conversation, when he was moving into the building and Harry offered to help haul boxes up the stairs. “I’m perfectly capable of carrying my own groceries.”

Louis relented when his Omega friend Zayn intervened and asked if he was also capable of moving his couch by himself. All Harry’d wanted to do was be a good neighbor. Now, here he is, half a year later, balls deep and four months into a no strings attached, sex only situation with the Omega of his dreams. He’s still not sure how it happened.

⛄️ Eyes on the Horizon by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright (12k, E)

Freshly dumped, recently fired, and about to turn 40, Harry's friends insist on taking him skydiving to cheer him up. His younger and extremely fit instructor Louis makes him even more nervous than the idea of jumping out of a plane, but both may be exactly what he needs to turn his life around.

⛄️ maybe we could be enough by @liberty-barnes (13k, M)

Harry wasn’t afraid to admit that his wedding...well, his entire marriage, really, wasn’t exactly what he’d pictured.

He’d wanted a big celebration, with family on either side of the aisle, flowers everywhere, beautiful clothes, and most importantly: his loving fiancé waiting at the altar with a heart-stopping smile on his face.

He did not, however, get that beautiful wedding.

[or, five times Harry hated Louis, and one time he loved him.]

⛄️ Your Gift is Wasted On Me by @bravetemptation (54k, NR)

Omega Louis has severe touch deprivation and is averse to touch. But he’s fine. Really.

Alpha Harry is the new neighbor who loves to bake cookies and is very curious about the omega across the hall.

[freaky-munson]

My cute drunkie - B.Hargrove x reader

it’s a requested fic with prompt 1 from my 25 random dialogue prompts; i hope you will like it!

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words: 1,457

warnings: some curses; some misunderstandings, overall fluffy

Parties were never Y/n’s thing; they were always loud, crowded, full of horny and drunk teenagers not knowing the meaning of personal space.

Although Billy Hargrove was her thing, and parties were the must go in boy’s mind therefore Y/n felt obliged to accompany her boyfriend. Was that matter of jealousy? Lack of trust? Yes and no.

At the beginning of their relationship the girl learned about her boyfriend’s life approach hard way; she was aware that her lover had his quite share with sleeping around, was a wet dream of all high school girls who had no shame in flirting with him openly in front of her and being the figure of attraction of most of the older women, not being treated well enough by their husbands. So jealousy was common feeling she experienced when she was with him.

But she trusted him with her life. She saw the love he held for her in his bruised heart. His trust issues strongly mixed with commitment ones were constantly present, sometimes making him make stupid decisions but overall her being his choice of at least trying to have a first real relationship, warmed her heart. Made her feel special that she was the only one who got to know his whole persona, from his dreams to his nightmares.

It didn’t mean they didn’t fight. Her stubbornness and his hot headed personality were explosive together. Adding to that mix alcohol never ended well.

So she tried to compromise - they go to the party but they cut down alcohol to bare minimum, just to have fun and to effortlessly go back home. There were ups and downs but it was never a big problem.

Until it was.

Boys’ pride and their very delicate ego were a big bullshit to Y/n; it was an easy excuse to go alpha male and get into stupid unnecessary fights with other boys.

Losing a basketball game, alongside with bickering with one and only Steve Harrington, worked on Billy like red colour works on bulls.

He was snarky, snappy, avoiding his loving, concerned girlfriend all evening, drowning himself in cheap beer at some house party with random teammate as the organiser.

Y/n was worried; she lost Hargrove boy as soon as the stepped into the house. She was wandering everywhere, asking all familiar faces if they saw the boy but always getting negative responses.

After a while her concern morphed into anger. He knew she hated all of this, these fake people, drinking to unconsciousness, dancing to some stupid music and yet he left her so easily to do God knows what.

She heard him before she saw him. His loud, messy exclamation of defeating someone at beer pong. She was hoping she was wrong thinking that he was hammered almost to the point of tripping to the floor.

Discovering her worst assumptions decorated with two half naked girls leaning on his sweaty, toned body, playing with his hair, occasionally kissing his neck and chest was her breaking point.

She wasn’t his fucking mother to babysit him every time and everywhere. If he wanted to destroy his life, this relationship it was on him.

Not even waiting for him to spot her she hastily left the room, barely keeping herself from crying.

It wasn’t big thing; she knew that getting loose wasn’t wrong, she didn’t want to cage her boyfriend, giving him lectures, slowly pushing him to hate her. But getting cozy with girls having in mind only one thing while she was worryingly looking for him made her nauseous.

“If I’m already sick, what wrong could some fucking drinks do” she mumbled to herself, pouring generously tequila in her red cup.

On the other hand Billy was having time of his life; free beer, winning all drinking games in order, everyone cheering for him, what else could he want more?

Maybe his personal cheerleader by his side, stealing his kisses from time to time.

He realised it wasn’t Y/n’s scene, knowing her he was sure she always accompanied him just because it would make him happy. Not really to control him as one could think. Even with his problems he trusted her and in reward she trusted him. But that didn’t mean their self consciousness and jealousy left for good.

Since his mother left, he was egotistical asshole, not caring about people and their feelings; at least to the point in his life when he met the sunshine in the form of girl.

At first she was a challenge for him, but getting to know her made him forget it all and fall for her. Hard.

She never pressured him to anything knowing well he was all new to this love stuff and for that he was grateful, even though most of the times his actions didn’t show it at all.

Not seeing his girl anywhere near him turned his possessive, jealous man mode. He understood that earlier that day he wasn’t the nicest to her, but he didn’t cope well with stress and Y/n was familiar with it and wouldn’t start fight over some trivial. So she had to be somewhere here.

Then what surprised him was not that she stayed, but what state she was in, dancing on the table with bottle of tequila on her.

That sobered the Billy as fast as it could.

“Y/n what the hell are you doing up here?” he calmly but firmly grabbed his girl from the crowd of staring people and from the shaky furniture and took outside to the empty front yard to pull her together.

“Oh baby, now you see me?” she giggled visibly drunk, almost falling asleep on the boy “The girls already sucked you off and you got bored?”

The girl stunned him; what was she talking about?

“Y/n baby, what the hell are you saying? And why are you so wasted? We said that we don’t drink much”

Y/n scoffed, removing herself from firm chest and moving away

“So big bad King Billy can have fun but his bitch can’t? How rich of you. Maybe you should go back to this beer games and your naked friends. Shocked I know? I was looking for you and you were already having fun without even caring about me. And you promised me. You fucking promised me you wouldn’t leave me for getting drunk. That you would always choose me and love only me.” her babble was full of sadness mixed with madness almost unrecognisable to the confused boy; key word almost.

He knew she had a lot episodes of unnecessary jealousy, as well as him, but he wasn’t even astonished. Even when he openly said he already had the girl of his dream, some braver girls under influence still tried to get their way with him. He just ignored it and usually got extremely annoyed and pushed them away.

Tonight he wasn’t that drunk, in comparison to what his girlfriend said, that drunk to forget about ‘accidentally’ making out with other girl. This has never even crossed his mind, let alone happened while he was madly in love, in serious relationship with Y/n.

“You’re talking stupid. You’re too drunk to think properly. I will drive you home and we will talk tomorrow morning”

“No, Billy. I don’t want to come home with you. You stink! Go back to these ugly bimbo girls for gods sake!”

Then he caught up. You must have seen him after his little victory when those two sophomores stupidly came to him and got uncomfortably touchy.

“You little jealous baby. Yes I drank some beer but you are the one who broke our promise, you cute drunkie. It’s disappointing that you didn’t stay longer just to ogle my hot body and see that as soon as I realised that it wasn’t you I pushed them away. You know that I love you. And that sexy ass of yours is the only thing I dream about. Don’t get me stared on that tight pussy of yours”

Blushing furiously Y/n’s eyes widened and her hand covered her boyfriend’s mouth before he could say anything else.

“Stop being dirty! I only got drunk because I was sad and angry with you! So it’s your fault either way.”

Billy chucked and took his girl into his arms, where she immediately cozied herself like a little koala bear.

“Okay baby, it’s my fault. Now, will you allow me to bring you home and cuddle the shit out of you?”

“Only because you want it so bad, I will allow it Billy. But tomorrow you will have to apologise properly to me with some food, zburgers and shakes”

“Whatever you want princess.”

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[windser]

cw : mild not suitable for work content towards the end

college hockey childe who most definitely gets into way too many fights, on and off the rink. the man literally has a calendar in his locker ‘this many days since my last fight’ and it’s monitored. as in if he breaks it too many times, he gets suspended

you’d think it be hot, having a grumby of a boyfriend with big muscles who could hold his own. he’s lost one or two molars and one front is dangerously loose but ‘healing’

“what you don’t think i’ll look cute with a gap?”

he pretends like you didn’t see him spit another one into the bushes

then you take into account that he’s one head butt away from a double concussion and you want to cry

and you do, more often than not when he’s practically dragged off the ice by his teammates. red splattered on the ice while he grins through a broken smile. it’s always you who volunteers, a little over your head as you barely manage to get him from the rink to the apartment

the poor boy is obviously sporting another head injury as he spouts off random facts and off key lyrics

“did you know that a whole galaxy gets destroyed every second?”

that seems a little extreme

“oh shit what if ours is next? you know id protect you right, babe?”

it’s the thought that counts.

doesn’t matter how many games you make. he never fails to tap the plastic wall between you in greeting, every time he pass during warm ups. sometimes it looks like he’s just skating circles just for the opportunity

makes kissy faces

breathes hot air until it clouds just to write cute messages

yeah he’s smitten

but you’re his biggest fan, at least when his little brother isn’t in town

college hockey player childe who is such an alpha male

always has a jersey ready for you in any event. he can’t keep up with his own laundry but there is always a dry cleaned one on standby

it’s a couple sizes too big, drowning any curves

all anyone can make out is his number and name bold printed across your back

i mean by this point you’re a staple and most people know who you belong to. but every now and again there is someone too drunk at the bar or some asshole wanting to test his luck

childe loses his no-fighting streak pretty quickly in these situations

sometimes you think it’s any excuse to fire himself up. the man is already jealous and possessive by nature. just itching for the opportunity to pin you under him

anyone heard of a jersey kink?

nothing but scent of him around you as he takes you from behind. starts with his hand at your nape, face pressed against the mattress, while his hand twisted at the back of his jersey drags you back into each thrust

you just look so adorable, skin flushed and sweaty as you pant into the sheets looking like you just played a match or two yourself

he made you ride him after, hem of the same jersey tucked between your teeth and named you mvp

[luminnara]

She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot | Pro Hero Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader (nsfw, 18+)

hii!! i don’t see many people who write ABO for MHA so I’m glad i found you!!

Can we have a scenario where Bakugou’s omega is generally really tough and seems rather indifferent to everything — however she’s a little afraid of taking Katsuki’s knot for the first time and he tries his best to help her through that process? Sorry if it’s a little obscure but I love the idea of Bakugou being soft and caring but only for his spicy little omega.

Fem reader if you can but if you’d rather opt for gender neutral that’s fine too!! Please keep writing ABO, i love all your things! 🥺🤍

Um hi YES, I really love ABO stuff and I also wanted to see more, so I was like...welp, I guess it’s my time to rise and write my OWN haha! I went with a fem reader for this one, because I feel like that’s what I’m best at writing. If you want a gender neutral version too, let me know and I can post an alternate one!

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Warnings: nsfw, knotting, creampies, some breeding kink

Word count: 2,124

You were a spitfire, and that’s what he loved about you the most. His spicy, fiery little omega, who was better than every other omega to ever walk the earth. From the moment he met you, when he had nearly trampled you in the street in pursuit of an asshole villain and you had threatened to kick in the teeth of the number 4 pro hero, he knew you were something special. Nobody ever stood up to him like that, especially not when he was out on the job, but you? A little omega who smelled so sweet and looked so delicious? You weren’t afraid of him at all. 

He wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he had scented you immediately, his inner alpha getting possessive already. Bakugou didn’t smell any other alphas on you, and he didn’t want to. With his strong, terrifying scent clinging to you, he knew nobody else would try to make any moves, and as you stood there glaring at him, he had given you a smirk, told you to “call my agency sometime, babe,” and then taken off.

Of course, you didn’t call his agency. 

You showed up in person, marching right in and demanding to see him that very evening. Though at first you had seemed angry with him, you quickly told him (with a harsh glare and a snarl that he found absolutely adorable) that he was going to court you, and it was going to start now.

And who was he to deny such a straightforward, cute omega? The two of you were together by the end of the week. 

He almost found it hard to believe that you were an omega sometimes. You were so tough, so unbothered by the world. Whenever you were out and about and you caught an alpha leering at you, you were always quicker than Katsuki when it came to snapping at them to fuck off.

You weren’t the kind of omega who let anybody shove you around, and Bakugou loved that about you. It made him puff his chest up with pride, knowing that he had someone who wouldn’t take any shit. Your scent was strong and your will was even stronger, and he knew that when the time came, you would be the perfect, toughest, best mother to his pups.

You weren’t even mated yet, and he was absolutely sure that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with. You brought out something different in him, some kind of gentle, caring side that he never, ever let anyone else see. You were big and bad, yeah, but he was bigger and badder, and he was always going to protect you, no matter what.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called one night, trudging into your shared apartment. You had moved in together quickly, getting a place in one of the nicest parts of the city.

He heard you coming before he saw you, and before he even had his boots off, you were launching yourself at him. He caught you easily, grinning at the way you peppered his neck and jaw in kisses. It was probably the cutest, least tough thing you ever did, and god, did he love it.

“Miss me or Somethin’?” He teased, kicking his shoes off and carrying you to the bedroom.

“I had the day off and it was boring as shit,” you said bluntly. “I’ve been horny all day without you around to help...”

He paused, taking a whiff. “You’re not in heat. You just like me that much, omega?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You nipped at his jaw sharply and he recoiled.

Some alphas would never let their omega treat them like that, but Bakugou? Oh, he loved it.

He grinned, tossing you down onto the bed before you had a chance to take a chunk out of his face. “So needy...bet you spent all day touchin’ yourself, thinkin’ of me...”

“No I did not,” you huffed indignantly, looking up at him. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He laughed. Your arousal was hanging heavy in the air, betraying your words. The smell of it was like a drug, and as he inhaled, you could see Bakugou’s pupils dilate.

The sight turned you on even more, warmth pooling between your legs as your cheeks flushed. Scarlet eyes, calculating and predatory, pinned you down, holding you in place as your boyfriend grinned, exposing his big alpha fangs.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Sounds like you need to be reminded why I’m your alpha, baby.” He growled, crawling over you.

"Fuck, Katsuki,” you whined as he attacked your neck, biting at your scent glands and grinning at the way you squirmed.

He sucked your skin between his teeth, working at it, determined to leave covered in hickeys for the world to see. You didn’t have a mating mark yet, but oh, did he love making sure that everybody knew exactly whose omega you were.

You bit your lip at the dull pain, back arching up off the bed slightly. “K-Katsuki...”

“Hmm?” He looked up at you. “Look at you, so pretty and flustered for me already...what a good little omega...”

He knew exactly how to tease you. You spent all day sassing Katsuki, showing him how independent you were, but deep down, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you. In the bedroom, he could make you absolutely melt with only a few words, and it was one of his favorite things to do.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he purred. “So desperate, so needy...”

His fingers slipped up under your shirt, pushing your clothing out of the way as his hands found your tits. He gave them a generous squeeze, grinning when you let out a loud gasp. He could play you like a fiddle, and he reveled in the sweet noises you made for him.

Your hands reached for him, tugging at his pants. He took the hint and stepped back, giving you a heated look that said “clothes off. Now.”

A few moments later, you were both naked, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, your nails digging into his back. If he noticed the pain, he didn’t act like it, always allowing you to practically shred him to bits while he pounded into you. Secretly, he loved the marks you left, admiring his back in the mirror whenever he thought you weren’t watching.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your pussy and moaned eagerly, burying your face in his neck.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he grinned, holding himself still.

“Katsuki!” You bucked your hips, trying to get closer to him.

He held you down. “Use your words.”

You dug your heels into his lower back in an effort to push him in, but he was too strong, resisting your attempts with a smug look on his face.

“I want your cock!” You finally relented, letting out a needy whine that you hoped would sway him.

“Good girl,” he growled, rolling his hips forward.

You shuddered at the feeling of him entering you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never be able to get over how big he was. It was part of the reason you hadn’t taken his knot yet, always asking him to pull out before it could swell. As he bottomed out inside of you, you were reminded of just how thick his cock was, and how much thicker that knot had to be.

As tantalizing as it was, it was also terrifying.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding himself above you with a hand on either side of your head. “God damn, you feel so good...I’m not gonna last long at this rate, fuck...”

You were like putty in his hands when he talked like that. His voice was already so deep and rough, but his sex voice was godlike. You whimpered beneath him, tightening your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, clinging to him for dear life as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

“Katsuki,” you gasped, voice muffled by his neck.

“You like that?” He growled, slamming into you hard enough to scoot you up the bed slightly.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, please...more...”

He moved his head, tongue swiping up the side of your neck before he took your lips in a kiss. You whined and moaned into it, your skin heating up as you felt yourself unraveling, and when you finally did, you were seeing stars. He barely even had to try, and Bakugou gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Your walls squeezed around him as he rode it out, trying to milk his cock. It was good, it was delicious, it was too much for him to stand.

“L-let me knot you,” he moaned low in your ear.

You were coming down from your high, head feeling fuzzy. “Hm?”

“I wanna knot you,” he repeated, more impatient this time. “Please.”

You were beginning to snap back to attention again. “Katsuki...”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, trying to taunt you like usual. “You scared or somethin’?”

When you bit your lip, he slowed his pace, looking at you seriously.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded hesitantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’re afraid of my knot? ...why?”

“You’re just...really big...” you mumbled, looking away to avoid his eyes. “It’ll hurt...”

“Hey,” he said gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly now. “Look at me, babe.”

He took your chin in his hand, turning your head.

“I’m your alpha.” He said roughly. “And I’m gonna take care of you.”

The look in his eyes made your heart flutter. “But...”

“I wanna knot you.” He said again, dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “I wanna fill you up...”

A shiver flew up your spine, that familiar tingle returning to your groin. Fuck, just his voice could make you cum, practically...and honestly, you were aching for him to knot you. You wanted to feel full, to be as close to him as possible.

“Be gentle?” You asked.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your jaw, his hand slipping down to hold the side of your neck as he quickened his pace again. After only a few moments, he growled, leaning back and pulling out, leaving you feeling painfully empty. “Roll over.”

You obeyed, turning onto your stomach. When you moved too slowly, Katsuki pulled you up by your hips until you were on your hands and knees, ass presented for him.

“Gorgeous,” he growled appreciatively, guiding his cock back into you and moaning when he sank in even deeper.

You moaned loudly, burying your face in the pillows as he began pounding into you again. Your thighs were already quivering, and when you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, you immediately lost it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, clawing at the bed. “More, please, Katsuki—“

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pushed into you hard.

You felt his hips stutter before he held you against him in his vice grip, breaths ragged in your ear as he let out the loudest, most delicious, breathy moan you had ever heard. He pumped his seed into you, giving a few sharp thrusts as he emptied himself.

Then, you felt it.

“Easy, baby,” he said lazily, leaning against you as he tried to catch his breath.

His knot was swelling, stretching your pussy in a way you had never felt. You whimpered nervously, swallowing hard as you tried not to freak out. You were waiting for pain, but while it was beginning to feel impossibly tight, it...wasn’t terrible.

“That’s it,” your alpha crooned, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Fuck, you even take my knot so well...”

You started to relax as you calmed down, your body allowing his knot to grow to its full size. It was big, huge, even, but as Katsuki guided you to lay down on your side with him, you were beginning to feel smug. Yeah, you had the best alpha, and he had the best, biggest knot.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Mm. Not bad.” You replied. The post sex haze was beginning to set in, and you were growing tired.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled against your scent glands, inhaling deeply. “Knew you could take it no problem.”

“I wasn’t even really worried.” You lied, trying to sound tough.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

You snuggled back against him. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Good. Because I am never going to stop knotting you now.”

[dinuhsoar]

yuanfen — one | the invitation

— alpha!king!loki x omega!princess!reader

warnings : cheating, break up, the word daddy (but is used on your actual father), typos, loki is introduced next chapter, some smut (not with reader), improper use of status probably, improper use of 'olden' terms probably, I think that's all but tell me if I've missed anything!

*please read all warnings before continuing*

synopsis : the reader and her family are invited to king loki's birthday party, seemingly after she catches her beloved with another woman.

ruth's a/n : chapter one, as promised. this was a hard one to start writing, as I had to write at the most inconvenient hours in the day (during my lunch break at work, smh), and on top that, tumblr decided to not show that I've posted yuanfen, so people were really confused. I tried my best to stick to the schedule, but because yuanfen didn't show up, I've had to redo the post, and only had time on the weekend. let's not mention that I was sexually assaulted this week so there's that. the amount of times I tried writing this while in little space because I thought I could do it ✋but nonetheless it is here! please do enjoy!

masterlist | serieslist | part two — w.i.p.

you laughed softly as you walked through the palace, your eyes trained on your boyfriend, prince chase whom ruled the neighbouring kingdom. both parents on both parties wanted the both of you to marry in hopes of joining their kingdoms to become one big kingdom.

"I'll see you within the hour," your prince charming said, whispering against your cheek as he kissed the skin softly. it caused a chuckle to rise within your throat, seeping past your lips. you nodded your head in understanding, bidding yourself a farewell as you retired to your room.

your six month anniversary was right around the corner, and though chase didn't think it was important, you slapped the back of his hand, and in an overly dramatic manner, placed your hand across your heart to fake hurt.

as an hour passed after the pickup hour, you grew nervous, hands clammy as you reached for the doorknob.

walking down the seemingly neverending hallways of the palace and far too many turns to be considered legal, a hint at just how massive your family's castle was, you arrived at your boyfriends door. you let out a sigh, catching your breath at how you had walked a marathon just to get here.

but before you could, a moan was heard on the other side of the wooden door. you were ashamed by the way your brain instantly said he was cheating. because he wouldn't. right?

you reached out to the doorknob, sweaty hands gripping the metal, turning it quietly. you pushed the door open, stepping into your lovers room.

but the sight before you was one a lady shouldn't've seen; not one of your innocence at least.

prince chase, your lover, your boyfriend, rammed his cock straight into the commoners pussy, his hand around her neck so to pull her closer, his mouth moving along the girls' ear in breathless whispers. it was only when you let out a scream that even the boogyman envied, did he look at you, hips slowing but not stopping.

pig.

"y/n, this isn't what it looks like!"

but as you looked at the bodies in the bedsheets, tangled in their own love, you knew what it looked like.

"and to think that I loved such an insolent boy!"

grabbing your dress by the sides, you huffed, tears in your eyes. you turned away from the scene and slammed the door shut behind you. with your face set in a scowl, eyes watery, and a trembling lip, you marched straight to your father's quarters.

"oh daddy!" you cried, pushing along the steel door, hands darting to your face to cover up your embarrassment.

"y/n, darling. you know you can't just come in here. what it is?" your father spoke softly, treating you as if you were three, arms stretching out to pull you onto the edge of the bed next to him.

"it was chase, daddy! he was making love to a commoner!"

t'was then a knock had sounded at the door.

"y/n, c'mon don't be such a brat! let's talk this out!" chase banged on the door once more, huffing in frustration.

your father glanced down at you, his hands wiping away your tears. "no more of these okay? your mother is in the bathroom, go."

you nodded your head, chuckling softly at his form of affection, making your way to the bathroom in which your mother was using to freshen up. before fully stepping into the bathroom, you turned around, eyes wide as you saw your father open the door, his wide frame blocking your view. you closed the door behind yourself and went to your mother whom sat before the mirror, combing her hair.

meanwhile, at the door, your father had opened it, his eyes dark as they rested upon the younger male.

"come in, chase, we have a lot to discuss."

the next day, you couldn't even leave your room. guests whom stayed in the castle had practically camped outside of the doors, banging on the heavy door. they wanted answers. but you wanted their annoying heads served on a diamond platter.

your head ached. the pain settled in your head, blossoming into your teeth and ears. but when there was silence, your head never throbbed louder.

hushed whispers could be heard from outside the door, and one belonged to your mother, and the other remained a mystery. a knock sounded and you walked towards the door, opening to reveal your mother and an unknown man: as predicted.

"why hello, y/n," she began, strutting towards your bed, plopping down and motioning for you to sit down.

"we have been invited to a party!"

you have never seen your mother look more happy, tossing her arms into the air, practically singing kumbaya.

"don't want to go," you began, standing up to make your leave.

"y/n /y/l/n, you will be going and that's final, okay? I'm not watching you waste yourself away because of some boy. we're leaving tonight, so pack your things."

after your mother left, you huffed. why should you have to attend a party at such a late hour, and why should you attend said party with a broken heart? it wasn't fair.

you still had an hour before your family's coach arrived, so it was then you decided to get ready. you didn't want to go, but hey, free food am I right?

you looked at the dress that laid on your bed, huffing at the looks of it. you brushed your hair before slipping the fabric on, sighing. you'll get revenge one day.

walking down the main stairwell, you looked around for your parents, rolling your eyes as you saw them already outside by the coach. you walked slowly towards them, looking at the steed in charge of pulling you all there. could he even get you there?

you all entered, hearing the coachman give a whistle before raising his hands to give the reins a flick, sending the horse into a calming trot.

"when we get there, I expect you to be on your best behaviour. I don't want any back talk, and I better not catch you by the snack table! men gather around there like vermin." your mother had said with a huff, crossing her arms as she looked at your father. "oh but you're not vermin, hunny. don't worry."

you nodded your head, looking outside the tiny window. loki's kingdome wasn't far; it was just on the opposite side of your kingdome; farther away from chase's.

after what felt like an eternity, the coachman stopped, hissing to slow the horse down. your father stepped out of the coach, followed by your mother than you. glancing up at the castle before you, you gasped. unlike your stone castle, his was white marble, gold scattered here and there. you could tell loki was rich with the way he's talked about, but by gods were you amazed!

your mother laced her arm with yours, following behind your father. you gave her a look, but she hushed you, saying something about how the place smelled of alphas. you nodded, following your father's foot steps before you all stood before a golden door, no doubt heavier than your castle doors. the doors began to creak open and you marveled at what was inside.

these people asked to be tagged! if you'd like to be tagged, please ask! a sorry to those who've been waiting for sometime now, but here it is! usually they'd be longer, but due to the tumblr issue, this one wasn't as long.

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[pufflocks]

omega bokuto ( change the character to whoever you wish too ) who's in heat and is surrounding himself in a 'nest' which consists of his boyfriend's clothing. he can't help but rub against your boxers as he imagines himself being fucked by you. he wants his big strong alpha to help him. he desires your touches, your kisses and your dic-

idk if this is how requests work i- im sorry if i did it wrong bby and i can change it to sfw or something else if you want

Summary: This is beautiful, hush up. I gotchu original gangster I gotchu. 🤝

Warnings: NSFW { omegaverse } • proof read

Cast: Alpha!M!Reader x Omega!Bokuto

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When you left to pick up groceries for your omega, whom was by the way in his early heat. You've mated in the past, but somehow this particular week has already started off extreme.

Your inner gut was wary of leaving Bokuto home, but the house has been empty of food so now you are where you are.

Currently your omegen lover was in a huge cluster of laundry. His very old baby blanket, a stuffed animal specifically for these occasions – and last but not least, your clothes.

Some people would much rather wash any type of clothing that belongs to their significant other. He was a bit different. He likes the musky smell of your athletic wear and the ting of sweat from your hoodie that you wore in summer. You of course did that on purpose - your pheromones coming off more pungent and terrific if you did sweat. Wouldn't have another way if you asked him, since any cologne you wore throws him off completely.

Back to the restless omega himself however — more than restless. He was deathly slick in his shorts making it slip and glide down his very spent legs. Koutaro's legs honestly felt like a sore thumb along with his throbbing member. Doing the same damage just as his arse, leaking clear juices everywhere.

Raspy breathing could and would be heard if another soul stepped into your guys room as he bites his peach lips in earnest of letting go any type of call for his alpha. How he wanted you right here with him, though he knows you left just for him. It doesn't make it any better though.

"Mm‐ I want m' alpha." His mumbling is a near cry for help as the irritating pain is exquisite to his joints. He needs you now ! Rubbing himself is now very uncomfortable because the cloth of his boxers is making his dick feel raw as if there is no skin there to rub against anymore.

Thankfully you come through clutch a few 15-ish minutes later with extra necessities like small fruits and vegetables. Just in case, you bought some suppressants he may need after a nap. You make quick action to take off your jacket and close the door behind you. Then there it is. His scent. It had gotten thicker and more sour sweet once you had left. Which he smelt of nothing in particular. Just home-y and comfortable to your nose to lure you in. You, his mate particularly.

And it works with you following his smell to your shared room. Creaking the door open slightly to not scare him with your much bigger frame, since his senses were very high in his heat. Events have occurred where you had scared him and he looked like a fluff owl.

Walking towards the lump on the floor by the very edge of the bed you can see bits of his bi colored black and white hair. The sweat causing his usual high ends to stick to his forehead.

"Omega." You sing song to him as you kneel down to his slightly panting form. His response being of a small chirp and grunt, making you let out a throated chuckle. Your hand is out to brush his hair when he unexpectedly rises. Not fast, his stamina is still low, but fast enough to be a bit startled yourself.

In hushed tones you smile. "You needed me ? I see you're not doing too well this week, hm ?" He nods wearily. Your poor Koutaro was craving you and you had left him at home by himself untended to.

"Nest–" his request was paused as he felt a trickle of slick run down his legs for the umpteenth time. He cringed slightly squeezing his legs together a bit. "Alpha." He whines.

You understand as you take his weak arms and wrap them around your neck. He hums in approval when you start to blow on his slicked forehead. The cold air making him sigh but furrow his eyebrows.

Honestly who knows why omegas did this to themselves. They seem to want to be surrounded by heated areas like their nests - even if they are sweating by nature. It's alright though. You have no harm and problem with letting him sweat this all out. Since you are his lover and caretaker of certain times.

"'M gonna take your underwear off. Okay Kou ?" Koutaro nods his head on your shoulder. Good sign because you make quick movement to take all his clothes off in the process. His pleas of doing other was hushed when you did the same to yourself. Closing the space between one another – trying to bypass the small slick puddle with your legs. "Want my knot, babes ? Or do you want to rest and take your medicine when you wake up ?" You ask. Patiently waiting while idly rubbing circles on his lower waist and back. Heavy hands of yours feeling comforting to him.

Koutaro's pheromones get more pungent when you say that. The thought of a knot in his oh so wet hole sounds nice. More than nice since he gets hungry after heat sex, and you just went shopping so win win.

You noticed the eager smell of him and laughed to yourself as he runs his sweaty heady under your chin, for clarification. "Okay then. 'M gonna hump slowly because I know you ain't comfortable with goin' fast during your – times." He smiles at that. You always respected his boundaries and needs slash wants during his monthly cycles. The relationship you both had in general was a big notice of that.

And he's glad he has such a big alpha to protect him.

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - A softer touch

Prompt: Any Fandom | Any Characters/Pairings |“So why are you still here?”

Word Count: 3,232

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (David Shaw/Angel & Darling. Mentions of Milo/Sweetheart & Asher/Babe)

Rating: T

Triggers: Alcohol. Profanity. Friendly flirting and nothing more than that. 

Summary: Under bright neon lights, banging club music and surrounded by sweaty bodies, Angel meets with the most attractive person in the world. And that says something since they're with David! 

ConCrit: Y 

OK, before we start, can I just say how much I procrastinate with this oneshot? Yeah, it pissed me the fuck off. I'm starting to get a little burnout from work and trying to churn out oneshots for this writing event as much as I can that I can't believe my biggest issue is procrastination instead of writer's block! 

So what I'm gonna do is take a chill from writing for a few days before jumping back at it—watching some other ASMR stories or something just to replenish the creative juices. 

Anyway, for this oneshot, I added a lot of my personal headcanons to Angel and Darling just to flesh them out a little bit more. 

I hope you guys will enjoy it! 

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Angel resist the urge to grin as they carefully apply their eyeliner while David is hovering behind them like a looming ghost. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" David repeats for the second time; he's pressing close to Angel's back. Angel doesn't need to look up at the mirror to see how their boyfriend is fretting. 

"Davey, it's Mates Night, so that means no boyfriends allow." Angel playfully reminds the Werewolf about their's, Babe's and Sweetheart's monthly gathering. Ever since the trio became fast friends, Babe suggested they have their very own night out together without their boyfriends. And so, Mates Night came to be. 

When David hears about their outings, he's initially happy that his Angel is becoming close with the Mates of his Pack Members, but then a tiny part of him sulk at the thought that Angel prefers to hang out with Asher's and Milo's Mates more than him. 

Never in a million years did David think he'd be the clingy type, and oh God, if Angel ever finds out about it, they won't stop teasing him. Ever. It's bad enough how Asher would persistently blow up his phone to invite him over to his apartment to play video games in hopes to distract himself from Babe's absence. But when you throw Milo into the mix, the three of them becomes super competitive in front of the Xbox. 

So yes, Mates Night is a thing within the Shaw Pack. David, Asher and Milo would always grumble and hover around their Mates like the protective boyfriends they are whenever it's time to go. 

"Hey, Davey?" Angel's sweet voice interrupts the Alpha's train of thoughts. When he stares at his partner through the mirror, Angel is done with their makeup. "Can you pick what I wear tonight? Babe and Sweetheart mention that their boyfriends are doing the same too. So...?" Here, Angel tilts their head back to wiggle their eyebrows at David. 

Something primal within David jumps at the idea of dressing his partner. The knowledge that Angel would be walking around wearing his favourite colours, clothes that appeal to him while he gets to decide just how much skin he allows strangers to catch a glimpse on his Mate. 

David internally stomps that part of him before Angel realise how much he loves it. 

"If you want." David reply gruffly and turn towards their shared wardrobe. He completely missed out on a snickering Angel behind him. They dutifully trot behind him as David rummage through their clothes with a focus of a man on an important mission. A good combination of his and Angel's favourite colours and a set of clothes that David knew his Mate looked attractive in is a good start. 

His black leather jacket is definitely a must for Angel, even if it's a little big for them. It might be an odd contrast to the rest of the attire, but the jacket serves as a warning for opportunists that his Mate is taken. 

Meanwhile, Angel's eyebrows slowly raise as David sets out the clothes on the bed. "You're giving me your jacket?" 

"It's going to get cold later," David immediately explains, refusing to meet eye contact with a knowing Angel. "It's almost Autumn, and I don't want you getting sick. The last time you were bedridden with a fever, you refused to rest, and I near damn had to wrestle your Switch from your hands." 

Angel lets out an 'aww', and David's face reddens in embarrassment. He then grumbles when Angel launches themselves at him to pepper his face with kisses. "That's very sweet of you, Davey! OK! I promise to take good care of your jacket. I know how much it means for you." 

Oh, David can complain all he wants, but Angel has seen how much care he put into Asher's gift. Actions always speak louder than words when it comes to David Shaw. 

"Are you trying to suffocate me with kisses?" 

"Depends. It is working?" 

"Go change already, you brat. I'll be downstairs with your things." 

Angel gives their boyfriend a salute, a bright smile and starts changing their clothes. David left their bedroom for the living room to start a fire in the hearth. He wasn't joking when he mentioned that it would get cold pretty soon. By the time the living room is pleasantly warm, David can hear the soft patter of footsteps coming down from the stairs.

"Is your phone fully charged? Do you need - " David began and turns around. That's when words are trapped in his throat the moment Angel slyly walks towards him. God, do they look absolutely breathtaking in those clothes! 

Angel is ready to have fun with the other Mates in a club tonight. 

"My phone's fine. Can I have my backpack, please, Davey?" Angel pleads coquettishly. When they press themselves into David's chest, the Werewolf's head spin over his Mate's scent and how soft Angel's body is. That primal part in David made itself known again when it begs him just to throw Angel on their bed and forget Mates Night ever existed. 

Sensing the conflict within David, Angel smile slyly, loving the effect they have on him. So they drop their voice to sound sweeter and add, "Pretty please, Davey? Sweetheart is already outside the house. It'll be a shame if I bail on them." 

David sighs loudly; he then narrows his eyes at his impish partner. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you? Getting me all riled up and forcing me to watch you step out of the house wearing that outfit. God, you're such a tease." 

Angel had the audacity to laugh at David's torture. "I'm only a tease for you. But hey..." Here, Angel gently cups David's face and smile softly. The kind of smile that never fails to set his heart at ease. "You know you're it for me, right? I know I tease you a lot, and trust me, I really do love it whenever you get possessive, but Davey, I can't imagine a future without you." They pause and startle a lovestruck Davey by booping his nose. Angel giggle at the comical look on his face. "I love you, Davey." 

David twitches his nose in a show of irritation, but in the end, he lets out a tiny smile. "I love you too, Angel. I hope you and the others have fun tonight. Can I have a kiss before you hit the road?" 

Angel happily obliges him. After checking that they have their phone, wallet, and keys to the house in their backpack, David sees them off and even wave to Sweetheart in the driver's seat. 

It's only when their car pulls out of the driveway that David goes back inside. 

The moment he closes the door, Asher starts calling him nonstop on his phone. 

"Damn it, Asher..." David groans. He could already tell how's his night would go down. 

Better prepare the fire extinguisher then. 

-

Meanwhile, the boys' Mates are having fun all night long. 

The chaotic atmosphere and colourful lights immediately greet Angel, Babe, and Sweetheart when they enter the nightclub. The loud music and noises envelop the three as they push through a crowd of people towards the dancefloor. 

Angel had a good time dancing with their friends, loving the eyes and attention they garnered, but they made sure to firmly reject strangers' offer of dancing together or free drinks. Some took the hint, but Sweetheart is more than happy to get in between them and Angel when it comes to those with thicker skin and fewer brain cells in their heads. 

"I'm going to chill at the bar for a sec!" Angel shouts to their friends. The music is the loudest on the dancefloor, and combined with the laughing and shrieking of the other club goers, talking to Sweetheart and Babe is near impossible. Even when they are dancing close to them. 

"Call us if you need anything!" Babe reply with a wide grin. Sweetheart is teaching them how to dance, and so far, it's been a hit or miss. Neither of them is complaining, though. 

Angel nods and does their best to push through the crowd. By the time they reach the bar, they sigh in relief. The noises are a bit quieter here, more breathable. 

"Hey there. What can I get you?" The bartender greets Angel once they hop onto the stool. A couple is having a deep conversation on their left while a brooding man is nursing his drink on the right. 

"Can I just have something light and sweet, please? Oh! Do you have those tiny umbrellas too?" 

The bartender cracks a smile. "Yes, we do. I'll whip something out for you real quick." When Angel thanks him, he starts to prepare their drink. 

Angel keep themselves busy by texting David about how their night is going. They laugh when Asher somehow manages to steal his phone and snap a picture of himself with David and Milo bickering in the background. It looks like the Werewolves are around the kitchen's island. Milo and David are covered in flour with a giant dough spread in front of them. 

"Here's your drink." The bartender slides Angel a glass filled with colourful liquids swirling delicately. It's like a rainbow. When he glances up, his polite smile turn into a full-blown shit-eating grin. "Oh hey, good to see you're alive. How've you been, Tanker?" 

"Still full of shit as ever, eh, Gray? Looks like you have a full liquor bar tonight. Be a shame if I drink it all dry." 

It's the baritone voice that caught Angel's attention first before the owner of said voice takes a vacant seat beside Angel. When Angel subtly side-eye to the right to take a good look at the stranger, well, it's a good thing that they weren't holding their drink or the table would be a mess. 

The stranger? Yeah, they're absolutely jaw-dropping; a solid 15/10, no joke. From their 'I just had a wild time in the closet' hairstyle to the flowers and bullets tattoo creeping on the back of their neck and a physique build like Davey's, the stranger beside Angel is the physical embodiment of every sexy song that they could think of!

"You know..." The stranger suddenly begins. Angel's heart skips a beat at their voice. "You're not really as subtle as you think." They throw Angel a tiny but amused smile. 

Angel flustered automatically at getting caught. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare! I saw your tattoos, and I was curious..." They hurry to take a sip of their sweet drink to soothe their flushed face. 

"Oh, you saw that? You have a good eye." The stranger complimented, pleasantly surprised at Angel's observation skill. The bartender interjects to hand over the stranger's drink, and they immediately raise it towards Angel. 

Angel clink their glass with the stranger's. They both take a swing. 

"They look super cool. Um, the tattoos, I mean." Angel said, loving how the sweet and burning taste of the alcohol sends tingles on their tongue before it settles in their stomach. "Is there a story behind it?" 

The stranger - whom Angel mentally calls 'hot stuff' -  finishes their glass of beer in three mouthfuls and signals the bartender for another one. The man roll his eyes but did as requested. "Not really. Ironies are funny to me." They reply with a sardonic smile. When Angel's face reddened once more, they let out a chuckle. 

The stranger and Angel hit it off quite well after that. Angel quickly finds that their new friend is the exact opposite of them and how much fun that is during their conversation. They're reserved, but when Angel manages to get a laugh out of them, their expression loses a bit of its stoicism. When the conversation shifts to hobbies, Angel is thrilled to find someone who enjoys playing Minecraft, Animal Crossing and Untitled Goose Game just as much as them. 

"My life is incredibly hectic as of currently," Angel's new friend explained after their fourth glass. Man, can they really hold their drink. "So playing games like Animal Crossing help me calm down and unwind. I never go anywhere without my phone, wallet and Switch." 

Angel cheers; they knock their glasses once more. As the night grows long and Babe and Sweetheart are still having fun on the dance floor, Angel and their new friend talk about everything and anything they can think of. They trade stories about their careers; the stranger is fascinated over Angel's domestic travels and shenanigans as a senior auditor for the company they work for, while Angel's world was yanked from their feet when the stranger explains the pros and cons as a fashion designer and what it's like working with unruly models. 

Soon enough, the topic of the club and the city are brought to the table. 

"This place is one of my favourite spots in Dahlia. I used to come here with... someone." Angel couldn't help but notice that last word was spoken with barely concealed bitterness. There's a story there. The stranger lightly shakes their head and continues, "We didn't end things on a good note."

"So why are you still here?" Angel asks curiously. They figured that even if the nightclub is their favourite hangout location, the bad memories associated with this place would deter the stranger from visiting again. But here they are, at ease and doing their best to drain the bartender's shelves. 

"Got chewed out by my boss yesterday. He was merciless," The stranger grumbles. They push away their empty mug and move on to something lighter and sweeter, like Angel's. The bartender quip back and remind the stranger that he will happily snap a picture of their drunk ass if Angel's new friend pass out later. They make a bet about it before their attention return to Angel. "He's a hardass and has the nerve to complain about my distance when we're never even close in the first place. I would've bitten his head off, but you know... he's my boss and all that." The stranger gesture to their drink to make a point. "So I'm here because Gray knows how to mix the best amnesiac drinks."

Said bartender throws a flying kiss at his acquaintance, which earns him a middle finger from Angel's companion. He just laughs it off before attending to the rest of the customers. 

Angel's eyebrows knitted in concern and sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that, man. Did you take an Uber here? My friends and I could send you back home later if you want." They offer. Angel had enough of their drink and is more interested in getting to know their new friend. In some ways, they remind them of Davey. 

The stranger is taken aback by the kind offer. As if they couldn't believe how genuine Angel is to, well, a stranger like them. "Thank you; you're very kind, but I'll be alright. I know when to stop, and if I don't, Gray will do it for me."  

"You bet your sweet ass I will!" The bartender shouts from the end of the table. "I don't need you to start roughhousing my customers again!" 

"It was one time, and that jackass needed to learn not to put his greasy hands on people's bodies!" 

Angel laugh at their banter. When they settle down, Angel speaks in a more sombre tone. "I'm not trying to preach you or anything, but your boss sounds like he wants to get to know you better. Uh, professionally, I hope. That doesn't sound like a bad thing." 

The stranger sighs wearily and rubs their temple. "It's not, but both of us aren't good at verbally expressing how we feel, so we just didn't go for that extra mile when it comes to extending the olive branch. It's like, 'if you need anything, feel free to drop a call or text', but you know... you never actually do it because it'll be awkward as hell." 

"If talking is hard, maybe the both of you can listen to one another?" Angel suggests. "Talking doesn't mean much if both parties don't want to listen to the other. I've rambled on and on about my Minecraft world, and you were such a good sport at listening and intervening when you don't know how to craft something. Perhaps you can give that a shot with your boss?" 

"But that's gaming stuff, not... important topics like 'acting on my own volition and risking the safety of my colleagues'," Angel's eyebrows immediately rise, but the stranger is oblivious to their shock. Damn, Angel didn't know the fashion industry is that cutthroat! "All I wanted was to protect them, but all I got from that is a confrontation instead. I guess they were right; the road to hell is paved with good intention." 

"Wow..." Is all Angel could say, really. 

The stranger then apologises for their rant, and to make up for it, they pick up Angel's tab. 

By the time Sweetheart and Babe exhaust themselves on the dance floor and head towards Angel, the stranger and Angel exchange phone numbers. Before they left the club, they promised to share all of their other favourite spots in the city with Angel. 

"I know a great gaming store that sells second-hand games for reasonable prices. Worth every dollar." They explained. "Went to the same school with the owner, so he always hooked me up with the newest games in the market." 

"Oh, hell yeah! I'd love to go there with you sometimes. Also, I seriously need you to give me some fashion tips because what you're wearing right now? Absolutely banging." 

Angel is delighted when their new friend ducks their head shyly at the compliment. "Thanks, and uh, sure. I don't know why you need it, though. Your style is pretty solid and eye-catching. Especially with that jacket; it totally stands out from the rest of your attire. It makes you look bold and demands attention." 

"High praise coming from a fashion designer!" Angel couldn't help beam and pull the collar of the leather jacket. "My boyfriend insists that I wear this tonight. It's his, actually. 

Ange's new friend snorts. "Figures. Is he the possessive type?" 

"Yup, but not like, super crazy about it." 

"Good. 'Cause if you need someone to punch some sense into him, hit me up. I'm serious." 

"I believe you. Oh! I think I see my friends coming over. You should meet them; they'd love you!" 

"Maybe next time. My ride is here. Thanks for the drinks, Gray; you're still an asshole, though." 

"You too, buddy. Don't be a stranger now!"

Angel giggle when their new friend rolls their eyes. They then give a parting nod to Angel. "I'll see you soon. Take care of yourself." 

"You too!" 

However, neither of them expects soon meant the next Pack meeting. Angel would be the first one to happily declare that they had fun doing the iconic Spiderman meme with their new Werewolf friend. 

Milo spits out his drink when Angel rushes over to Darling and hug them tightly as if the two are long-lost friends. Asher's eyes bug out when Darling returns the embrace, while David has no idea what is happening. 

It was an experience for everyone involved. 

[2goth2moth]

Until You Can't Stand (M!Werewolf x M!Incubus, NSFW)

Big shoutout to @xo-philia for beta-reading this for me!

Word count: 3476

Includes: Marking (biting and scratching to draw blood), mild possessiveness, pet names, knotting, scent kink (kind of), mild praise kink, non-human genitalia, self-lubrication

There was something Luke hated about being a werewolf: mating cycles. The slow, constricting heat that flooded his body every few months, the way he lost control of his shift, the oversensitivity. It interrupted every part of his life, and he hated it. The only solace he could find was the fact that it gave him an excuse to spend the week shut in with his incubus boyfriend.

He opened the door to his apartment, prickling nerves instantly soothed by the comforting smell of home. The small collection of rooms he shared with his boyfriend always smelled nice. They never could quite clean out the scent of spices and bread out of their kitchen, and it seemed to spread to all the other rooms easily. Now, however, with his senses being pushed to their limits, he could pick out all the scents that filled the small apartment: the milk and cardamom from their chai that morning that hung in the air, his own thick musk, his incubus’ clean, pleasant salt. It was stronger than usual, clearly coming from their bedroom. Luke smiled at the thought of Allius being home already. He took his shoes off at the front door, dropped his bag by the table, and went inside.

Their bedroom was small, like the rest of their apartment, and always kept cool (Luke tended to run warm). Allius was sprawled messily on the floor beside their bed in a nest of soft blankets, absentmindedly writing in the margins of a book.

He looked up at the sound of the door opening and smiled brightly. He sat up, keeping one blanket drawn around him, and reached out a hand to Luke.

“Hey, love. I wasn’t expecting you back yet.” Luke sat down on top of the blankets and took Allius’ hand gently. “Don’t you have work today?”

Allius traced his fingertips around Luke’s large nails. “Your mating cycle is starting today,” he said simply. “I wanted to be here for you. I know it’s rough to handle on your own. Besides,” he added, bringing his other hand to Luke’s face, pulling his lips back from rapidly growing teeth. “Can you really be so surprised that I want to be with the man I love right now?”

He chuffed at this, nuzzling into the hand at his face. He was shifting more now, quickly approaching the half-man-half-wolf that he would be for the days of his cycle. Allius continued toying with Luke’s hands and head as his jaw widened and extended, as his nails turned to thick, hard claws, as fur began to grow along his throat and arms. The blanket draped around the demon’s shoulders slipped down to reveal a grey shirt- one of Luke’s grey shirts- worn thin and soft in the washer. It was large on him, falling off his narrow shoulders. A low pang of want rumbled through Luke.

He nipped lightly at Allius’ fingers. “This is unfair. You look too good.”

“Really? This is unfair?” He feigned insult, gasping and dramatically putting the hand that was not being nibbled on over his heart. “And after I went through all the effort of dressing up for you!”

Luke laughed. “‘Dressing up’?” He ran a finger under the shirt’s loose neckline. “This is basically pajamas.”

“Well, you haven’t seen the whole thing yet.”

Luke’s mouth went dry at the idea of “the whole thing”. Allius must have heard his breath catch in his throat, because he kissed him once and backed away from him a little, rising to his knees. The blankets tucked around his legs fell away, exposing...holy shit.

The hem of the shirt fell clean past the middle of his thighs, hiding whatever he was wearing on the bottom, until he pulled the edge up to below his navel. Underneath, he only had black panties, cut high across the hips, with mesh on the sides. His cock was obvious, pressed against the thin fabric, and the sight sent a bolt of heat to Luke’s abdomen.

“Do you want to see more?” Allius asked, fiddling with the fabric in his hands. Luke nodded dumbly.

Crossing his arms at the hem of the shirt, Allius whipped it over his head. His human form was beautiful. Fine, dark hair covered his legs and arms, and ran down his belly to disappear under the panties. Tiny crystals twinkled at his navel and on both of his dusky nipples. He brought a hand up to toy with them one at a time, jaw clenching in pleasure as he teased each nub to full hardness.

Luke had to grind the heel of his palm into his cock to relieve some of the pressure building in his pants. “Holy shit.” He barely noticed the familiar bone-deep grind that came when a fluffy tail began sprouting from the bottom of his spine.

Stepping quietly, Allius settled himself in front of Luke again. He placed his hands primly between them and leaned forward on them to kiss the werewolf softly. A small tongue licked at the seam of his lips. He moaned, letting Allius slip his tongue in fully. Their lips moved together and Luke hummed in contentment at the feeling of that tongue trace over his sharp teeth. He sucked on it, then took Allius’ lower lip in his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to break skin. Allius pulled back with a smile and one last kiss to the corner of Luke’s mouth.

“So? How do you want me?” Allius purred, his form shimmering between human and reptilian, feathered and furred.

Seeing every one of his lover’s gorgeous forms was straining Luke’s already thin self-control. He couldn’t bear to wait another second. “You. Just... you. As yourself.”

Allius grinned devilishly, arching down into the floor as his true form rippled through his body. The skin at his hairline and on his hands and feet burnished to an inky black. Small, humanoid teeth and nails sharpened to fangs and claws, and short nubby horns sprouted from his forehead. A line of shiny, platelike scales grew down his spine, leading into a dextrous tail at the base of his back. He was perfect, every inch the demonic temptor Luke knew him to be.

Luke hardened even more at the sight, his own bushy tail lashing behind him in a combination of distress and arousal. A low, long whine came from the back of his throat. “Stop teasing.”

“Aw, puppy,” the incubus said, crawling to kneel in front of him. “Getting impatient?”

“You know I am,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I’m in my mating cycle, this is just mean.”

Allius’ gaze dropped to his cock, where it was starting to strain against the seam of his sweatpants. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He leaned over, kissing Luke’s cheek, running his small clawed hands over the wolf’s thick thighs. The touch was electric. The air around them was heavy, musky and rich with the pheromones that Luke was putting out. “How quickly do you want to go?”

Luke buried his nose into the crook of Allius’ neck, breathing in, recognizing the now-present floral sweetness of his arousal. He ran a broad, flat tongue over his collarbone. Goosebumps erupted over Allius’ skin. It was getting difficult for the werewolf to remain coherent, but he fought his instincts. “You haven’t fed in a while. What do you need?”

This earned him a firm tap on the side of his head with the demon’s fingertips. “I feed on your pleasure, dummy. I’ll be getting my fill plenty over the next few days. You don’t need to worry about me right now.” His hands came to rest on Luke’s clothed dick. “Now, answer my question: how do you want this to go?”

The slight domineering tone sent a shiver through him. The honest answer was that he wanted everything. Everything Allius would give him, to give Allius everything in return. The short answer…

“I want to fuck you ‘til you can’t stand.”

Allius’ eyes widened slightly before he grinned again. His lips met Luke’s in a kiss, as brief and fierce as it was filthy. Nipping his bottom lip once, the incubus turned around and arched his back. The black cloth of his underwear disappeared between his asscheeks. His tail flicked slowly and playfully as he looked back over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for, alpha? I’m ready.”

Luke grabbed his hip hard in one large, clawed hand. “You know that’s not how it works.”

The demon in front of him looked pointedly at his still-hard cock. “Doesn’t seem like it’s ruining the mood though, does it?” He lowered his chest to the floor and spread his knees slightly, presenting his ass even more obviously. Luke could see the slick soaking through his panties. “Now come on, baby. I thought you said something about ‘until I can’t stand’?”

Licking his lips, Luke pulled the fabric nestled between his asscheeks aside to expose his hole. Slick, sweet-smelling and vaguely pink, ran down his balls. He lapped it up, heightened lupine senses relishing in the scent of his lover. It was intoxicating, and he licked up every drop he could, purposefully avoiding where he wanted to go most. The incubus below him was breathing heavily and pushing back against his face. A growl ripped loose from his throat as his teeth sank into a soft, plush leg. It was torture trying not to break skin, but healing in his demon form, although complete, was strenuous and cost Allius a lot of energy. Luke soothed the area with a slow drag of his tongue.

A high-pitched whimper came from the demon kneeling in front of him. Luke pulled back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Are you okay?”

A glance at his face showed Allius flushed and sweaty. Spit shone around his mouth where he had clearly been biting his arm to retain some composure. “You’re holding back.”

“Yeah, I know that…”

“Stop it. I want you to mark me. As much as you can. Even if it won’t hold, I want you to make me yours. Wreck me, Luke.”

This command, bitten out as Allius’ chest heaved with deep gasps and his tail lashed impatiently, snapped the remaining threads of his control. Luke snarled loudly and yanked his own pants down his thighs, freeing his cock. He kicked them the rest of the way off and tore his shirt from his body in a fit of impatience. Big, lupine hands dug deep into the meat of the incubus’ ass. Golden blood welled up around his claws and dripped in thin rivulets down the smooth skin of his legs. Allius moaned quietly, shoving his face down into the floor. Luke bent his head back down to lick over his hole again, trying to pull more noises from the demon’s throat. The ring of muscle was already soft and opened to him readily, letting him stick his tongue inside. A particularly strong flick sent the incubus rocking back against him even more insistently. Whimpers were now spilling from his mouth in earnest as he brought one of his hands to rub against his cock through the thin panties.

Luke pulled back from Allius’ ass, licking his lips. A mix of spit and slick covered the bottom of his face and had begun to drip down onto his chest, wetting down his coarse hair. Allius looked back at him again, eyes blown out, and Luke couldn’t help but follow a drop of sweat that ran from his nape down the length of his spine. “Come on, puppy, please.” He was whining at this point, arching his back more, slick still dripping down his balls and thighs.

Biting down hard on his asscheek one last time, Luke lined up the head of his cock, flushed red and leaking pre-cum, with his entrance. “Ready?” He said, leaning over to kiss Allius’ shoulder gently.

Allius tried to buck his hips back onto Luke’s cock himself, but the vice-like grip on his hips kept him from doing much more than wriggling helplessly. “Just fuck me already!”

More golden blood was leaking from where Luke was holding him, more slick coming from his hole. In one swift movement, he plunged into Allius until his hips were sitting flush against his backside. The thrust drove the demon’s whole body forward, chest skidding along the floor. The low grunt that Luke let out was drowned out by Allius’ high-pitched whine.

He was already panting hard at the feeling of Allius’ tight walls around him. A sinuous black tail flicked anxiously as he once again tried to push back on the cock inside him. This wasn’t enough for either of them. Keeping one large hand on the demon’s hip and bracing the other against his back, Luke set a punishing pace into his boyfriend. Each thrust sent jolts through his body as he was driven further and further into the floor.

“AH...fuck!” Wanton sounds of pleasure spilled from Allius’ lips even from where his face was hidden in the crook of his elbow. He was humping back against each stroke, trying to get even more stimulation. His tail was going crazy, winding around the werewolf’s wrists, ankles; even batting frantically at his hip. It took an iron grip around the hand braced against his back. The long fingers and claws spanned nearly the entire width of his waist. Luke pressed his fingertips experimentally into the soft flesh of his demon. Five pinpricks of blood rose to the surface. “Oh, shit. Keep going!”

Luke hooked his claws into the flimsy fabric of the panties that Allius was still wearing. In one rough swipe, he shredded them and pulled the remains off of him, leaving the incubus naked. Resetting His grip on his hips, Luke sank all the way into him before pulling out, leaving only the head of his cock, and thrusting in again. Allius moaned once again, the noise sweet and high-pitched despite how muffled it was. Luke had a problem with this.

He sank his teeth into Allius’ shoulder, tasting the blood spill around them. “Stop fucking hiding. I want to hear you,” he snarled into Allius’ skin. Wrapping his arms firmly around the incubus’ waist and chest, he wrenched him upright onto his knees. “I want everyone to hear you.”

The possessive words made Allius tighten around him. “God, you’re in a mood today,” he choked out, struggling to maintain composure as Luke rammed into him. “So- ahh- territorial.”

Luke dug in everywhere he was holding Allius, leaving bite marks on his neck and deep scratches on his belly and ribs. “You knew this would happen,” he said with a particularly rough thrust. He began pulling Allius’ much smaller body back into him with each drive of his pelvis.

Each stroke was reaching impossibly deeper inside him, and he was slack-jawed and drooling with pleasure. His tail wrapped around one of Luke’s muscular thighs.

“Hnng- ah- ahh...fuck!” Allius’ cock hit his own abdomen with each drive of Luke’s hips, and it left smears of pre-cum on his smooth brown skin. He brought one hand down to harshly stroke his cock. “Of- ah! Of c-course I did . Why- oh- why do you think I look forward to this so much?”

A violent bolt of lust and affection lanced through Luke. He loosened the grip on Allius’ torso to take his nipples in his fingers. He rolled the nubs between his fingertips, tugging on the piercings but careful not to cut the delicate skin. “You’re perfect,” Luke groaned against his neck, “But you already knew I think that.” The sentence was punctuated by another drive of his hips that sent Allius’ back bowing away from him.

Allius cried out again, the noise desperate and closer to a shriek than a moan. His walls clenched around Luke’s cock. “Do that again, puppy.”

Luke obliged happily, grinding his hips up into his lover, trying to hit that spot again and again. Allius let his head drop back against Luke’s chest, long past trying to hide his sounds of pleasure. He kept stroking his cock but the pace was stuttering and unsteady because of Luke’s vicious thrusts. His walls were fluttering in pleasure, and Luke could feel his knot start to swell. It caught on Allius’ rim with every movement. He made to pull out, but Allius moved his strong tail to encircle Luke’s waist, keeping him from moving back any further. He was panting hard, back sweaty and sticking to the werewolf’s hairy chest. “Fucking knot me, dumbass!”

Now this was new territory. Luke had never knotted Allius during his cycle, always pulling out and cumming outside, or knotting one of his toys. His brain was too cloudy to question this change, though, and immediately thrust all the way back inside. He rolled his hips into Allius, trying to make the most of his limited mobility. Luke knocked aside the hand that Allius was still jerking off with and replaced it with one of his own. His hand was larger and rougher than Allius’ own, and in moments the demon was cumming. Pearly liquid, the same pinkish colour as his slick, shot out, hitting himself in the chin, dripping down his chest and over Luke’s fingers. The way his hole clenched around his cock sent Luke over the edge. After a few more harsh thrusts he sank in to the hilt, and held Allius tight against him as he spilled inside. They collapsed, still locked together by Luke’s knot.

Allius looked thoroughly wrecked. He was covered in cum and that demonic golden blood, his whole body damp with sweat, with slick still leaking down his inner thighs and saliva dripping from his open mouth. He had claw and bite marks all over him, and the possessive side of Luke was already beginning to lament them healing smooth. “Fuck, that was so good,” Allius breathed out, craning his neck painfully in order to kiss Luke’s chest.

“You’re telling me,” Luke replied. He knocked his nose into Allius’ hair, running his fingers through to cum streaking the demon’s torso. “I don’t know if either of us can keep that up for the next five goddamn days.”

“Speak for yourself, puppy. I’m going to expect this every time you fuck me again. I’ll probably never have to feed again”

Groaning, Luke laved his tongue over one of the big bite marks one Allius’ shoulder. They kissed lazily, almost sleepily, with Luke straying away from Allius’ mouth to lick up the cum that had caught on his chin. Allius dropped his head to the floor after a few minutes, watching with half-lidded eyes as Luke continued dragging his fingers through the cum on his torso, licking the sweet-salty seed from his hands.

“Luke, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Luke rolled his hips into Allius once, both of them shivering with overstimulation. “It’s not like I can run away.”

Allius laughed once, breathless and joyful. He reached up to trace Luke’s hairline with soft fingers. “I…” He breathed in and out, clearly in an effort to centre himself. “I want to be your mate. Properly. If you’ll have me.”

Luke sat bolt upright as best he could while still being locked inside Allius. “You want to...pardon?”

“I know that it’s a big thing, and you’ll have to claim me as a human because if I’m in my true form the bite won’t hold. Also, I don’t know whether I would bite you too, or if we would form a pact, or…”

He was cut off by Luke locking his muscular arms around him in a bone-cracking hug. “Yes. Yes, of course I want to be your mate!” He attacked every available inch of Allius’ skin with kisses and nips. “Is that why you wanted me to knot you this time?” He asked after burying his nose into the velvet-soft skin behind Allius’ ear.

Allius nodded, wriggling further back into Luke’s warm arms. His tail wound affectionately around Luke’s ankle. “I don’t know why I’ve been avoiding it for so long. It’s not like I can get pregnant, and it feels so good. I feel so full.”

Luke groaned at the sound of that, gently headbutting Allius. “Don’t say that. I already want to fill you with my cum so bad, now I’m never going to want to stop fucking you.” He bit the demon’s ear with sharp teeth, hips bucking slightly. “And I know for a fact that I’m not willing to never let you top me again.”

“Ooh, so romantic,” Allius chuckled, “But no matter how nice that sounds, I want to go to sleep now. I’m tired.”

Luke nodded into the incubus’ nape, tucking them closer together and drifting off, surrounded by each other’s warmth.

[vvienne]

TODOBAKUDEKU FIC RECS

Curse of Baytown by surveycorpsjean

With the last of his hope, Shouto stumbles into a strange town. Be it destiny, or be it fate; his life will change forever.

two whole dicks for a half and half bitch by Ascend

Todoroki stumbles his way into a threesome, Midoriya cries into his pants, and Bakugou gets cockblocked no less than twice, but eventually, they all get laid.

Of Respite and Odyssey, Balm and Halcyon, Rapture and Godot, Lear and Pierrot by JayJEx

Aizawa and All Might’s Forever Squad of Problem Children

(8:47 AM) Midorito: @/everyone this is an official callout post for @/Discount IcyHot Patch, who is returning to musutafu tomorrow and DIDN’T EVEN TELL ANY OF US!!!!! ლ(ಠ益ಠ)ლ

Shouto groans in despair. Predictably, the group chat immediately explodes.

-or-

Todoroki returns to Musutafu after six years away and his tragic inability to keep up with all of the people in his life catches up to him in the worst, most irritating ways possible.

(Though he might at least get a boyfriend or two out of the matter. That’s a plus.)

if it was only a distraction (how come I can't stay away) by Voulezvous_79

He scrolls down and his heart stops - shit, shit, shit, no. Bad Izuku. You are over this. Completely, totally, definitely over any high school crushes that were going nowhere - because it’s the photo.

The one he surreptitiously had as his phone background for his entire first year in America. The one he cried over when he got on the plane. The one he jerked himself off to - once, okay!? It was one time, and he panic-deleted it after he came, and then cried about that, so he’s not proud, okay?

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Or: Izuku's back in Japan, and he's definitely, totally, 100% coping with his friends' new relationship.

Biology for Assholes by fruiticle

Bakugou, an omega with Pseudo Alpha Syndrome, was content to live with his heatless, smoke-scented, absolutely-not-soft condition.

Really. He wouldn’t change a thing.

JUMP!!! by cxlmberry

Izuku grew up watching Superhero Legend, the iconic, generation-defining anime series featuring the invincible crimefighter All Might. Now, he is ready to become a professional manga author himself, to inspire thousands of people with his own series for decades to come – if only things were that simple.

Weekly Shounen Jump picked up Shouto’s series when he was only sixteen, and since then, he has become one of the most accomplished authors in the magazine. He’s a teenage prodigy. A genius. Jump’s main attraction. Sometimes the stress of it is too much.

Katsuki is talented – extremely, rudely so, and he knows it. An incredible artist and master storyteller, he’s out to become the one and only, undisputed King of Shounen Jump. Now, he only needs to get published.

A story of passions and careers, talent and hard work, second, third and fourth chances, as well as recovery and growth.

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Alternatively, a budding manga artists AU.

Fire in the Mountains by EllaBesmirched (El_Bell)

“I’ll do it.”

Enji froze, fingers curling into a fist at his side, and didn’t turn around.

Shouto froze too, feeling his own eyes widen in shock at the words that had come out of his mouth, at the fact that he had actually stood up, followed his father out of the room, and dashed after him all just to say… he’d do it? He would do it? Him. Shouto Todoroki. He would--

Enji finally turned around and fixed Shouto with an expression so scathing, Shouto had to fight to keep his chin raised. “You’ll marry the Barbarian King.”

Shouto blinked. “Yes.”

How (Not) to Bribe a Human Sacrifice by maxisnotokay

"You want to kill me?" Katsuki asked, brows raised. He suddenly looked a little less like a king and more like a man, peering at Izuku through the moonlight. "You help me make this cure, and you kill me."

"Those are my conditions," Izuku said. He didn't break his gaze. "A deal's a deal, Kacchan, and I'm trying to be a hero."

+++

[fantasy au. midoriya literally falls from the sky and strikes up a deal with an unlikely candidate. things do not go as planned.]

Guildy Pleasures by Mysecretfanmoments

As the only son of a powerful politician, Todoroki Shouto's life is just one big boring cutscene—except when he logs on to Land of Heroes, where he plays as ShoutO, slaying foes and keeping his fellow guildmates alive. It's enough fun that it almost distracts him from the fact that he's falling for two of those guildmates. Almost. But he's got to stay in stealth mode, because Bakugou and Midoriya are mega-popular streamer duo ZeroDeku… and they're already dating each other.

Shouto has managed to keep his real identity a secret from them all this time, but when he's caught on live television watching one of their streams he ends up not only pulling aggro from the whole country, but catching the attention of ZeroDeku themselves. To his shock, they actually want to meet Shouto, the politician's son—and this time there's no avatar to hide behind.

the universe must have my back, you fell from the sky into my lap by lelex

The picture looks like it was taken in a cafe, Todoroki in a light blue sweater that even from a distance looks wildly soft, seated at a baby grand piano with his short hair effortlessly tousled. It’s one of those photos where it’s obvious Todoroki wasn’t expecting it to be taken—he’s in the middle of looking up at whoever is behind the camera, a smile small on his face but delight evident in the curve of his mouth.

He’s stupidly beautiful. Looking at him for too long makes Izuku kind of sweaty.

They both sit there staring at this one picture for almost three full minutes. In complete silence. Eventually, Kacchan sighs a little bit and tips his head backwards to rest on the couch. Staring up at the ceiling, he murmurs, “Well, shit.”

Izuku can’t stop the lightly hysterical laugh that explodes from his mouth in response.

“We’re fucked.”

*

Izuku, Katsuki, and Shouto fuck up a meet-cute, twice. But everyone wins in the end.

Cinderoki, the Sweaty Prince, and the Furious Fairy by Esselle

"I wish I could go to the royal ball for Prince Izuku," Shouto finally told the fairy.

Katsuki screwed up his face. "That's it?" Shouto nodded. "Why?"

"It seems fun."

"It's not going to be fun." Katsuki scowled. "It's going to be terrible. You have to have a better wish."

"I want that one," Shouto said.

--

Todoroki Shouto is cursed. Since he was five years old, he's been locked away from the rest of the world to keep his out of control magic a secret. He thought he could be content with his storybooks—until an invitation comes from the royal palace, inviting his family to attend a ball for Crown Prince Izuku.

Shouto wants to go; he wants to be normal; he wants to leave his cage. Most of all, he wants to know what it's like to live in a fairy tale, even if it's only for one night. Fortunately, he's about to meet one pissed off fairy named Katsuki, who's been watching Shouto his whole life and waiting to make his wish come true.

Powder Keg by Ajaxthegreat

Bakugou really, really, really didn’t want to be trapped in an elevator with Todoroki and a fireproof dildo.

Sensory Input by Esselle

"Captain," Shouto says, clearing his throat. "You put in a request?"

Midoriya stands in front of the window now, staring out at the endless expanse of stars. He turns when Shouto enters. Like Bakugou, he's dressed casually, in a simple grey shirt that stretches over his chest. His green eyes blink wide as though in surprise, before he smiles. It's sheepish and shy. In front of the window, the vastness of space flung out behind him, he's as stunning as a supernova.

"I did, right," he says. "The, um, the thermostat… seems to be, maybe—"

Bakugou cuts him off with a loud sigh. "Quit wastin' his time and tell him why he's really here."

--

Shouto is a remote crew member of a spaceship—his real body is stationed on a world far away, but his consciousness is housed in a maintenance bot on board the ship. When he manages to attract the attention of the ship's gorgeous captain and fiery first officer, it doesn't take long to discover that the bot's adjustable sensitivity levels have more enjoyable applications than repair work.