#RIGHT IN THE TEAR GLANDS YOU

[itsapmseymour]

Have you ever realized that for some of us, you're our Robin Williams?

[teamatsumu]

one or the other. (itadori yuuji/ryomen sukuna x reader)

summary: when yuuji might be too inexperienced to take care of you during your heat, sukuna steps in.

word count: 2050

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, alpha!yuuji, alpha!sukuna, omega!reader, fem!reader, smut, omegaverse jargon (heat, slick, knot, scent,mating), sukuna is an asshole, swearing

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

divider by @/cafekitsune

Usually, having the affections of two Alphas would be a real confidence booster for an omega. Managing to not attract one, but two potential mates? How flattering. But you were not sure this logic applied to you since the two Alphas you had attracted lived in the same body.

And they were the polar opposites of each other.

Yuuji was properly courting you. He bought you a delicate (but likely expensive) pendant, with a beautiful silver charm on it. He held doors for you, treated you to food whenever he could, and took you out on many, many dates. He really worked for your affections. And that made your heart soar.

Then there was Sukuna, who usually only manifested as a mouth on Yuuji’s cheek, but despite his small presence, really made himself known by being as vulgar about you as physically possible.

“You’re gonna go out smelling like that? An Alpha two miles away could catch your scent.”

“You look delicious, Omega. I should bend you over and fuck you right here.”

“When’s your next heat? You need a partner?”

“Tch. Still unmated. I would change that immediately.”

Yuuji would smack a palm against his cheek, muffling the mouth and one single eye that peeked down at you, apologizing profusely about how disrespectful Sukuna was being. You would shrug it off, not feeling threatened by the curse. You firmly believed he was being so vulgar because there was little else he could do. After all, he couldn’t take over unless Yuuji relinquished control over him.

You let Yuuji court you for three months before finally inviting him to help you with your heat. Usually, you were used to getting through it alone. But you trusted him by now, and you knew he was a capable Alpha. He would get you through it.

What you didn’t anticipate was just how much you would need out of him.

“Fuck,” you moaned, head tilted up to the ceiling. The feeling of Yuuji’s cock carving into your desperate pussy was intoxicating to you. You couldn’t believe how big he was, thick and heavy, throbbing as he plunged into you over and over. He was groaning into your neck, tongue lapping at your scent gland and sending shivers down your spine. His hips were steady and going strong, but you needed more. Your body needed more.

“F-faster,” you managed to gasp out. You angled your hips, trying as hard as you could to make Yuuji hit that one spot. It was so close, you could feel it. Like an itch just waiting to be scratched. You spread your legs wider, nearly whining when that didn’t help. Slick gushed from your hole as if your pussy was coaxing him to go deeper, to hit you where it mattered.

“Y-Yuuji, more.” You finally whined, and the noise made him tense. No Alpha liked to hear a yearning Omega, especially not one that they were trying to help. He lifted his head from your neck, his pupils blown but trained on your face. Your teary eyes made the Alpha in him growl and pace. While he wanted to fuck you to tears, he could tell these were from frustration.

He sped up again, with renewed vigor, trying everything he could to make sure you got what you wanted.

“You’re not doing it right.”

The voice made his hips stutter, rhythm collapsing. Your panting breaths halted, eyes widening and trained on his cheek. Yuuji nearly groaned.

“Go away.” He gritted out. This was the worst time for a snarky curse to insert himself into the situation.

“He ain’t fucking you right, Omega.” Sukuna now addressed you. You eyed the mouth, watching as the little slit below Yuuji’s eye opened to show you a red iris, peering down at you. “He’s not angling his hips right. Not going all the way, right? That’s what you want? To really get the daylights fucked out of you?”

Yuuji cursed and reached a hand up to muffle him, but you grabbed his wrist, making him stop. Startled brown eyes met yours.

“Wha-”

Sukuna cackled. “She wants me. Don’t you, Omega? Tell him. Give me control and I’ll show him how to really fuck an Omega in heat.”

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating. Yuuji’s eyebrows shot up, staring down at you in shock.

“Are you serious?”

“Please,” you tried to justify it. “I just- it hurts. It hurts and I want more so badly.” You reached shaky hands up to run over Yuuji’s cheeks, avoiding the mouth that had now fallen silent once he saw that things were going his way.

“Alpha,” you called for him, and Yuuji shuddered. The Alpha in him growled, and he wanted to give in immediately. Anything for his omega. Sukuna spoke up again.

“You let me do this and I will give you back control as soon as I’m done fucking her. Deal?”

Yuuji wanted to berate him for his words, but he doubted it mattered. That’s exactly what Sukuna was gonna do anyway. And that’s what you wanted.

“How can I trust you to give me back control?” He thought in his mind, knowing the curse could hear him.

“A deal is a deal. I know to honor my word.”

“No loopholes?”

“No loopholes. All I want is her.”

Yuuji looked down at you, at the apprehension on your pretty face. The tears had dried, but Yuuji was reminded that being an Alpha wasn’t enough. He needed to be an experienced Alpha. He needed to learn.

And so he sunk into his mind.

You nearly gasped when thin, black lines started to carve themselves onto Yuuji’s face, his eyes blinking open to reveal deep red irises, and his tight mouth pulling up into a carnal grin. All down his body, the marks appeared, accentuating his muscles and drawing attention to his broad chest. You felt a thrill run through you when Sukuna ran his stare down your naked figure, down until his eyes were on your pussy.

He tsked, curling a finger and letting the knuckle graze over your slit. You gasped.

“Poor little Omega.” His tone was teasing, condescending. “You want a thick Alpha knot so bad. Fucking whore.”

You felt your body heat up at his words, feeling a line of wetness run down your pussy. He grinned at the sight.

“This is what you really wanted. No Omega in heat wants to be treated nice. You need to be put in your place. Dicked down so good you can’t move for days.”

Yuuji’s cock, which had slipped out of you, was now slowly hardening again, and Sukuna tapped in against your clit, making you jerk. You bit your lip, feeling your desire build again. You had no idea that you enjoyed this kind of dirty talk so much, and you think a lot of it had to do with your heat. Sukuna was right. You needed to have every part of your body rearranged under his rough hands.

He reached down to bite at your shoulder, making you moan. His hands wandered to your breasts, pinching a nipple until it was painful, making your back arch. His cock ran over your folds, parting them to run through the wet mess between them. He prodded at your entrance and before you could react, slammed in with one long stroke.

You gasped and arched into him, gripping tightly at his biceps. But Sukuna was having none of it, one hand reaching for your wrists and pinning them above your head. The restrain on your mobility sent a thrill running down your spine, and Sukuna seemed to notice, his grin so sleazy you nearly came on the spot.

“You gonna be a good bitch and let me use you?”

You clenched around him hard. “Yes, Alpha.”

Sukuna pulled back all the way, before thrusting back in and setting a truly brutal pace. You arched into him, crying out when his cock smacked into your giddy pussy over and over, going so deep it almost hit your cervix. Almost. Toeing the line between pain and pleasure had you screaming and crying.

Sukuna let out his first groan, appreciative and low, making you keen at just the thought that your pussy pleased him. Your senses were clouding, body temperature rising even more as your heat intensified. Your primal instincts were taking over, making you desire nothing more than to submit to the Alpha before you. Sukuna’s free hand hooked under your knee, pulling it up until it was nearly bent to your chest, and the angle shifted.

You came right then, hard and fast.

You cried and jerked, helpless under the tight grip of the Alpha. His large frame towered over you, his cock fucking down into your pussy with no signs of slowing.

“Look at that.” He groaned, watching you come down from your high. “Good Omega, fuck. Think you can do that again?”

You nodded vigorously, teary vision barely focusing on the grin on Sukuna’s face. His hand released your wrists, instead grabbing your other leg and pulling it up until he had you pinned in a mating press. You wailed at the change in angle, his thick cock throbbing inside your weeping pussy. You were so wet that your slick made filthy noises as he slid in and out of you, hitting every spot right as he ruined your body. With his arms pinning your legs tight against your body, one large hand wrapped around your neck, tilting your head to the side until your scent gland, swollen and needy, showed proudly right before his eyes.

He groaned again, hips stuttering a little at the sight, and his mouth watered. He pushed deeper into you, making you cry out, legs shaking so much that you were certain you were ready to pass out.

“You gimme one work orgasm and I’ll give you a fat knot. You want that, Omega?”

You nodded, nails digging into his back. “W-want it. Please. Alpha.”

Sukuna stared at your neck. “And if I mark you? Make you mine forever? You wanna be my good little bitch for the rest of your life?”

You felt yourself clench at the thought, orgasm building in you as Sukuna fucked you with no reservations.

“Yes, yes.” Your mind soared at the thought. “Make me yours. Wanna be yours s-so bad. Please.”

He cackled a bit, nosing at the gland. His hips frantically smacked against yours over and over, and you could feel the swell of his cock right at the base. He was getting ready to knot you. At the thought, another orgasm barrelled hard into you, your body drawn so tight you nearly cried.

“Take it, Omega. Be a good girl and take everything-”

He swelled more, the base catching almost painfully against your hole, before he expanded rapidly and pressed hard into you, shoving the knot deep inside your pussy before flooding you with ropes and ropes of white hot cum. Sukuna loudly groaned, biting down against your neck until his teeth broke the skin and the metallic taste of blood hit his tongue. You felt another, mind-numbing orgasm rip through your body, weeping and crying through it as you relished in the burn of your neck and the heavy feeling of his load inside you.

Through blurry eyes, you watched as the black marks on his body faded away, and then a gentle tongue lapped at the mark on your neck, soothing the sting of the vicious bite. His knot hadn’t settled, still pumping cum inside you. Strong arms wrapped around your torso before turning your joined bodies around, laying you on top of him as you waited for the knot to deflate, while being careful not to jostle you too much.

Yuuji’s warm brown eyes met yours and he gave you a dopey smile.

“You are so beautiful.” You flushed at the compliment and he ran a thumb over your fresh mark, making you shiver. “And you’re all mine.”

Your lips twitched up into a smile. Despite your heat clearing, you didn’t regret your decision to mate with him at all. Yuuji was the perfect gentleman, the perfect Alpha. And whatever he lacked, Sukuna made sure to cover for.

So really, you were an Omega who had two Alphas.

[ieirism]

intertwined. | preview

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

setting: omegaverse!au, university!au

genre: angst, smut, some fluff

contains: yandere, estranged childhood friends to enemies to lovers, mentions of self-identity issues, dubious consent, obsessive behavior, loss of virginity, mutual(ish) pining, gojo is bad at expressing his feelings so he’s kinda a jerk, lovesick!gojo

summary: you just want to lose your virginity, no strings attached. how could you have known that gojo satoru is in love with you?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

release date: tbd | ask for taglist if interested

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“I want you to take my virginity.”

Satoru’s cocky grin wipes clean off his face. His stare goes blank and his jaw drops open comically wide. For the first time in the twenty-one years you’ve known him, Gojo Satoru is at a loss for words.

“We never have to talk again afterwards,” you add quickly, your cheeks starting to heat up in embarrassment. “This is just gonna be a one-time thing.”

Satoru is silent, expression tense as he observes you carefully. His crystal blue eyes seem to darken a few shades as he takes your hand in his. His thumb strokes once, slowly over the back of your knuckles.

“Just a one-time thing,” he repeats languidly, lips stretching into a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Perhaps if you weren’t so focused on the rapid, frantic beating of your own heart, you would’ve noticed Satoru’s gaze wander—only to lock right on the clear patch stubbornly covering your neck’s scent gland. You would’ve seen the way his pupils dilate and his tongue swipes over his lips, with hunger written all over his face.

“Well then,” he all but rasps out, voice thick with desire. Without warning, he pulls your body against his with ease, trapping you in the warmth of his arms. Satoru rests his forehead against yours, letting out a groan that is too soft, too vulnerable, too intimate.

He’s so big, you realize. You can hardly believe that you once stood a whole head taller than him. Satoru towers over you, his lean frame completely dwarfing you. His large hands squeeze at your waist as he presses a barely-there, tender peck to your forehead.

You feel like you can’t breathe.

“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, sweetheart.”

You’ve heard stories about what he’s like in bed; it’s inevitable that as the most desired alpha on campus, he’s gotten around. You don’t expect tenderness or care; if you did, Gojo Satoru is the dead last person to approach. You’re waiting for him to start man-handling you, tearing your clothes off, chasing after the carnal pleasure that only sex can bring. You’ve prepared yourself for that.

Instead, Satoru cups your pretty face between his large hands, running his thumb along your cheekbone. His blue eyes are a swirling pool of emotions, burning with not only lust but something deeper. “Been waitin’ so long for this.” His hushed whisper falls on deaf ears as he leans in to kiss you.

You let out a surprised squeak as his lips press against yours; this isn’t how things are supposed to go. You’re not here to play romance with Satoru—yet, the slow gentle kisses he’s giving you and the gentleness with which he’s holding you are cutting it too close.

“W-Wait,” you gasp out, pulling away to catch your breath. Satoru is panting too, cheeks flushed pink as he stares at you like a man dying of thirst discovering an oasis. His hand trails down your side to rest on your waist, pulling himself forward so he can drop his head against your shoulder. “What are y—“ your words die in your throat as you feel his nose nudge against the most vulnerable part of you.

“You smell so fuckin’ good…” His groan against your neck reverberates through your entire body, shaking you to your very core. Your internal alarm flares to life, blaring loudly in warning. You can’t even pay much attention to that, though, not when—

“Y-You do, too…” The words leave you before you can even process them. You knees feel like jelly as his scent washes over you, deep, musky and addicting. Satoru stiffens against you, huffing out a short breath of frustration.

“You’re gonna kill me.” You feel it. You feel his teeth scrape against the spot your mating bond would be. Satoru knows just as well as you do that you don’t have one, and that if you had things your way, that would never change. He teases the edge of the bandage covering your scent gland, rolling it between his teeth. Your fingers curl into his shirt, tugging nervously.

“N-Not there,” you protest, stumbling over your words in panic. Satoru pauses, and for three very long seconds, neither of you move. The only thing you can hear the is the pounding of your own heartbeat, his shallow pants against your neck, and the hum of the air conditioning.

He’s close, too close—you’re terrified of what he’s capable of, only because you don’t know if you can count on your own willpower to stop him. You’re slowly going limp in his arms, becoming nothing but putty in between his fingers—you’ve never felt so weak.

You hate how he makes you feel. You’ve always hated how he makes you feel. Weak. The world has always told you that you are. You’re nothing but a little omega whose only fate is to be a strong alpha’s obedient mate. You’ve fought back, resisted, protested—yet, Gojo Satoru has always managed to put you right back in your place.

This time is no different. Once again, you find yourself at his mercy. Your stomach boils with bitterness, with anger, with hatred… with longing.

Too slowly, he pulls away from your neck, only to lock eyes with you. “Right.” Satoru’s lips quirk into a crooked grin. “This is just a one-time thing, huh?”

You recognize that smile.

It’s the one that Satoru gave when he broke his mama’s favorite vase and blamed the cat. It’s the one that Satoru gave when he stole a candy bar from the store and got caught by the cashier. It’s the one that Satoru gave when he claimed you were no more than a stranger and left you to fend for yourself through high school.

He’s lying.

Far too late, you realize you’d made a big mistake.

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author’s note: i can’t even lie this little word vomit was just a way to get some gojo thirst off my chest. i’m not even sure if i’ll ever get around to writing a full fic because i’ve been planning this in my head for weeks and there’s so much i want to include. yet i have too little time because of uni :(

if you are interested in being part of a taglist just in case i ever actually get around to writing the full fic, just let me know in the replies.

thank you for reading this far :)

[rodolfoparras]

First of all love your writing 🩵🩵

Secondly just finished reading your barreks bunny top reader post and can’t help but think that dynamic but omegaverse.

Poor reader is the only Alpha around how could they not take care of their sweet needy omega team mates. You can’t convince the boys wouldn’t fight every heat cycle to be marked/claimed first.

Pairing: Top male reader x bottom TF141/ Alpha reader x omega TF141

Omega Price who hasn’t gone into heat for years, but has his senses go into frenzy when you the young alpha come around and while you’re more than happy to help your squad members through their heats Price had felt ashamed for going into heat at his old age and didn’t want to ask you for help especially when you already got three young omegas on your roaster.

So when Price is in his office and heat starts licking at his skin, he’s quick to strip the clothes off of his body, and burry his nose in one of your jackets that you left with him, while fingering his slick cunt, cumming over and over again but it’s never enough so he takes out the dildo he keeps in a drawer of his desk, sticks it to the floor and sinks down onto the toy, uncaring of the fact that he’s left the door open as he fucks himself onto the plastic cock.

He’s got fat tears trickling down his cheeks, bottom lip wobbling as he begs and pleads for someone to take care of him because the toy just isn’t doing it for him.

All of a sudden he hears your voice next to his ear, feel your arms wrapping around him, as your scent becomes more prominent to him “John”

“Hm?” Price’s mind is still lost in haze but he manages to crank his neck to meet your gaze.

“Let me take care of you John hm?” you murmur into his skin before placing a kiss in the crook of his neck.``please”

It’s only then he realizes that you’re right there with him, that this isn’t just a dream and only then does he halt the movements of his hips, hands wrapping around your neck as he relaxes into your embrace “Mm - alright - alright” he slurs out, nodding his head in response

Omega Gaz and Omega Soap who go into heat when you aren’t around so they have to help each other out with Gaz buried between soap’s legs, lapping at his dripping wet cunt while his own hole is dripping with slick and clenching around nothing, and moaning your name over and over again

Every once a while they’ll switch positions with Gaz sitting on Soap’s face, tufts of hair wrapped around his fingers while rocking his hips at an erratic pace until he reaches climax but no matter what they do it never feels enough, feels nothing like being stretched around your cock, feels nothing like taking your knot, nothing like the burn that comes with the stretch and the way your knot throbs while buried inside of them

eventually soap is just grunting and groaning in complaint while the ache keeps growing between Gaz’s legs and it doesn’t take much before they’re dialing your numbers with tears trickling down their cheeks bottom lip wobbling pleading for you to just come home and fuck them

When you arrive back home you’re met with the sight of them laying in a nest made up of your clothes, as soon they spot you, they’re on you with Soap lapping at your scent glands, nose turning up every time he catches a foreign scent on you while gaz is trying to take your clothes off, unceremoniously ripping off whatever’s left off your battered and bloodied uniform

Neither of them let you off the bed until you smell like them, leaving marks and imprints wherever they can reach, going round after round and arguing over who’s turn it is to sit on your dick, until you’re on the verge of passing out while hearing Soap utter the words “one more time”

Omega Ghost who’s cautious of you, always has of any alphas in his life, fearing they’ll take advantage of him especially when he’s in heat but you never overstepped any boundaries, only ever treated him as part of the pack and never as a piece of meat

Ghost thought he’d be fine with that until his heat came around and every inch of his body was begging for him to submit, for you to have him down on all four plunging your cock into his slick hole and stuffing him full til he’s dripping off your cum and laying speared onto your knot

However he can’t get himself to ask, cant swallow down his pride and have you help him out so instead every heat he locks himself away in his room and fucks himself on whatever toy he’s got burried in his closet

it’s not enough god it’s never enough a plastic cock will never feel as good as your knot but that’s something he can’t allow himself to have yet so instead he listens in while you help another member through his heat, the sound of your shared moans trickling into his room and before he knows of it he’s jerking himself off to the sounds you make

and of course you’d hear him how could you miss it when he gets so loud as he inches closer to his climax so as a way to indulge him you increase your efforts fucking soap or gaz or price harder into the mattress till the sound of slapping skin and sounds of pleasure are echoing throughout the room and you hear him scream out your name as he reaches his climax

Ghost might not be ready yet but when he is, you’ll be there waiting

[kamocore]

The Doctor's Little Assistant.

ft. dottore !

sypnosis ; dottore rewards you for your hard efforts.

warnings ; top ! dottore , dottore is a warning himself , face fucking , power dynamics , boss n assistant relationships , degradation , slight praise , facials , light face slapping , lowkey rushed no bullying :'3

wc ; 1.6k. enjoy !!

Dottore's personal assistant. 

You're the only one allowed inside his lab, outside of his clones and his disgusting little lab-rats of course. You're one of the only ones he actually tolerates. You're always so good for him, tidying up his mess of an office when he doesn't ask and always bringing him extra coffee when you know he's running low on it.

He's almost certain he's not gonna kill you off like the others, he likes you.

He likes the way you immediately oblige like you even had a choice when he asks to experiment on you. "I'd be happy to, my lord." You say, giving him a smile and a nod. He knows that you're scared beneath your little act, he can just sense it, and he loves it. He gets off on your pain and fear, and he finds it amusing when you try to hold back your wails of pain. 

Dottore especially loves when you start to let tears run down your face because of how much it hurts. You're left trembling, sniffling every couple seconds as he unstraps you from the vivisection table, but you would be lying if you said there wasn't a part of you that secretly enjoys it. He's a sick and twisted sadist, and you like it.

He thinks you're so pretty with your tear stained face and ruined makeup. He just shakes his head when you complain about it as if you weren't the one crying.

Maybe if you had let him remove your tear glands and ducts it wouldn't be an issue.

Dottore brings you to the fatui meetings too, he knows it's not allowed but he could care less. when Pierro reminds him that, "Anyone who isn't apart of the ranks, is strictly not allowed into the meetings." Dottore ignores him, and he keeps you right by his side, and when he can see your legs getting tired, he orders you to sit on his lap. He doesn't care when you get embarrassed, and he certainly doesn't care that his co-workers look at you two either, his sadistic smile only grows larger.

"You've been a very obedient girl as of recent, haven't you." It was an observation, but you still nod your head as if he just asked you a question while you try to avoid looking at his face. "Stupid little thing. Look at me when I talk to you." Dottore growls. He grabs your jaw with a vice like grip to make you look up at him and even though you can't see his eyes, you can still feel them on you. It feels like all the air has been knocked out of your lungs and you're quick to mutter out an apology. "Of course, my lord.. 'm sorry." 

"Good girl." He praises as he pulls his gloved hand away from your jaw. "I'd say an award is in order, hm?" He says as he starts walking over to a swivel chair that's behind you. You want to follow him but in fear of being disobedient, you stay frozen in place. As he sits down, he calls out your name and you're quick to turn around to face him. 

"Crawl to me."

You stand there for a moment, processing his words, feeling the heat slowly creeping into your cheeks. "Yes, my lord," you manage to spit out. Despite the embarrassment, you comply, dropping to your knees and then shifting onto all fours, moving toward him as instructed. Each movement is deliberate, the anticipation building with every inch closer to him. Finally, you find yourself between his legs, facing him on your knees, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you settle between Dottore's legs, your heart begins to race due to anticipation. You can feel his gaze piercing through you and it sends shivers down your entire body as you wait for his next command.

Dottore smirks, relishing in the control he holds over you. "Always so good," he murmurs, his voice laced with dark amusement. "You know exactly how to please me." You lower your gaze, feeling the weight of his words like chains around your neck. "Thank you, my lord," you mumble obediently, your voice barely above a whisper.

His smirk only widens as he looks down at you, reveling in the power he holds. His gloved hand reaches out, fingers curling under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. The leather feels cold and unyielding against your skin. "You look good on your knees," he muses, his tone dripping with sadistic undertones. "Maybe I should make you my desk pet."

You whine and swallow hard at the suggestion, feeling a mix of fear and excitement coil in your belly. "Please," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly and truthfully you don't even know what you're asking for. The way he looks down upon you, like he knows you're inferior to him, sends shivers down your spine.

He releases your chin and leans back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly to give you more room. "You know what to do," he commands, his voice cold and demanding. "Show me how compliant you really are, love."

Oh fuck.

The pet name almost kills you and it makes your breath hitch. You nod anyway, reaching up with shaky hands to unbuckle his belt. You can feel Dottore watching you as you do so and you can feel your face burning with embarrassment. But you push through, determined to please him.

As you pull down his trousers, you're met with the sight of his cock straining against his boxers. it sends a jolt of arousal through you, and you can't let out a soft moan at the sight. Dottore's chuckle is low and menacing, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. "Come on," he urges, his voice low and almost taunting. "You know better than to keep me waiting."

You comply and pulling down his boxers, freeing his cock and you can't take your eyes off of it. You lean in, pressing a tentative kiss to the tip and licking a long stripe up the side. Dottore's grip on your hair tightens, and he lets out a breath of approval. "Good girl," he murmurs. "Now take me in your mouth,"

You comply almost instantly. You open your mouth, taking his cock in slowly with your tongue swirling around the tip. Him in general but especially the taste of him is intoxicating, and you can feel the heat between your legs growing with each passing second. You hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper, and his low groan of pleasure spurs you on.

Dottore's other hand joins the first, holding your head steady as you bob up and down. "Such a whore," he degrades, his voice laced with arousal. "You take me so well. You were made for this, weren't you?"

You moan around his cock, the vibrations making him hiss. His voice and his words a thrill through you, and you try taking him deeper into your mouth, wanting nothing more than to please him. Your pace quickens, your movements becoming more desperate as you lose yourself in the task.

Dottore's grip tightens painfully, and he thrusts his hips up, forcing himself deeper into your throat. "This is what you wanted, hm." He says, and though it was a statement, you still try to nod your head stupidly. In the process you gag, tears springing to your eyes, but you don't stop and neither does he. "That's right, gag on it." His groans grow louder, his breathing becoming more ragged. "You're so pathetic."

Your eyes water as you look up at him, the tears only serving to heighten his pleasure as he loves to see you cry. He smirks down at you, his thumb brushing away a tear that escapes down your cheek. "Pretty little thing.." He murmurs. "Take it, take it deeper."

He holds you there for a moment longer before finally releasing your head. You pull back, gasping for air, your lips swollen and wet with saliva. His chest is heaving up and down while you wrap your hands around the length of his cock. "I'm gonna cum," he groans, "Gonna paint your pretty face."

 Dottore pries your hands away from his cock and begins to stroke himself. You whine at the sight in front of you. "Please," you breathe out. He scoffs in amusement before slapping the tip of his cock on your cheek. "Open your mouth."

You instantly obey, looking up at him and sticking your tongue out. You're gross and messy right now but you know he likes seeing you ruined, especially if he's the cause. You're watching him stroke his cock from above you, pressing his thumb to the swollen and leaking tip. 

Your needy whines must've been just what Dottore needed to drive him over the edge. He groans as he reaches his climax and his free hand reaches for your jaw with a tight grip to hold you in place. Thick ropes of cum soon cover not only your chest, but your face and tongue as well. You keep your mouth open in an attempt and in hope to catch more of his cum on your tongue.

As soon as he comes down from his high, his hand comes down to slap your cheek and command you to swallow the bits that landed in your mouth. You oblige. He takes one more good look at you before tucking himself back into his boxers and pulling his pants up. "Clean yourself up." He spits coldly, and you nod. "Yes, my lord."

"When you're done, there's some paperwork I need you to get from The Regrator's office. Once you get it, bring it back here and I'll reward you once more."

[garoujo]

THE WAY YOU WRAP AROUND ME IS A PROB — GENSHIN IMPACT

feat : scaramouche, alhaitham, tartaglia, kazuha + diluc

♱ warnings — f!reader, premature ejaculation, creampies, m!receiving oral, choking in childe’s [m!receiving], cunninglingus, sensitive alhaitham. note / i’ve written this 4 2 fandoms because i am absolutely insane over it idc < 3 so bllk version coming soon !

・✶ ｡ﾟ SCARAMOUCHE

scaramouche couldn’t help how pretty you looked between his thighs, pressing suckled kisses up the sensitive pink glands of his cock before you’re laving your tongue across the precum gathered at the tip — tapping it onto the muscle after as he hisses between his teeth.

“is this your attempt at teasing me? p-pathetic.” he hisses, jaw clenching and it’s amusing to watch him fall apart like this despite the way he’d never admit the effect you have on him. you let your lips close around him before you suck languidly, hollowing your cheeks before you let your throat go lax and push him down deeper.

scaramouche can feel every fucking twitch of the space around him, squeezing around the shaft as you swallow and trace your tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock. he’s like fucking putty when you give him a wet look, your cheek pressing against his hip before you start your slow, wet withdrawal.

“that’s it, fuck—just keep those pretty eyes on me.” he grits, he’s already so fucking close and he can’t even begin to try and stop the desire he feels twist deep in his abdomen. every slow, pretty blink you give him only pushes him closer to the edge, feeling you suckle at the tip before you’re pushing back down.

“oh you’re really this desperate for me? go ahead. do your worst.”

you’ve barely started, but scaramouche watches the first tear of the night trail down your cheeks as you gag and splutter around him — tight tunnel of your throat twitching and squeezing around him so intoxicatingly and this image of you is what really fucking gets him. he can’t help but throw his head back as he cums, hissing through his teeth as a needy, whimper drips from his lips.

you retreat back for a proper taste of him, swallowing around the sensitive nerves as he throbs on your tongue and presses his palm to the back of your head — prolonging his orgasm as he pushes you back down to swallow around him.

“hah—i guess this is one of the few things you’re good at, don’t even think about stopping.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ALHAITHAM

alhaitham groans as he lets his head fall back against the couch, his fingertips tightening in the flesh of your ass as he helps drag you along the length of his thick cock. you’re straddling his lap as your pussy squeezes around his shaft, the book he was reading lying forgotten by his side in favour of him being lost in you instead.

“oh, you could barely wait? is this the consequences of spoiling you so much? you become so needy.” he’s so fucking smug as a smirk twitches at the corners of his lips and it’s almost insufferable, but then you feel the blunt head slide along every one of your sweet spots perfectly and it feels like he’s igniting every nerve ending in your body.

but for a man so smart, he really should think before he speaks sometimes as you let your palms rest over al-haithams chest — teasing the flesh of his pecks before you lean forward to press kisses along his jawline.

you’d been together long enough for you to know exactly what got to him, right where his sensitive spots were despite the way he acted as if they never existed. the muscles in his thighs shake slightly beneath you when you roll his nipple between your thumb and forefinger, pulling a shakey exhale from the scribe beneath you as your walls twitch around him.

“playing dirty are we? and here i thought you were better than that.” there’s a trembling undercurrent to alhaithams teasing this time, you’re getting to him so quickly and he can already feel the mindless throb in his cock with every squeeze of your fingers against his chest — every graze of your teeth along the sensitive spots in his neck that make him pant.

his pace is unrelenting, almost animalistic as he so recklessly chases the high you’re dragging out of him so alarmingly fast, but every one of his heavy thrusts are still as intoxicating as always, almost fucking every thought out of your mind that isn’t him.

but then you squeeze and pull on alhaithams nipples and that’s what really gets to him as his abdomen tightens with his next thrust, stuttering as he chokes on his next groan before he’s pushing his load into your pussy with bated breaths. hes like fucking putty beneath you as you press your lips along his next, palming and grabbing at your body as he breathes deep.

“oh, you look pleased with yourself. but i hope you don’t think i’m already done, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

your thighs are pinned underneath kazuha’s forearms as he shoves his face between your thighs, lapping messily at your clit as his eyes close in bliss at the taste of you. your back arches almost painfully with how well he eats you out, and you feel your hips tremble, as do your lungs as he bathes you in mindless rolls of his tongue.

but hes just as lost in his own pleasure as you are, every pretty little cry you make for him only makes him feel drunker on you — making him moan, ragged and hungry as the vibration rumbles through your clit. the pleasure races through you as the arousal pools in your stomach, your eyes pricking with pleasured tears as your fingers twist in his hair.

“give me more, my love. i want more of you.” kazuha breathes, and the small jolt his voice pulls from your hips makes his own twitch against the bed, like an instinctive movement when he feels your warm walls flex around his tongue the second he pushes it inside of you.

his nose knocks against your clit as he pushes himself deeper, smacking lewdly at the mess he’s made between your thighs as he grinds himself against the bed — so dizzy on the idea of you cumming on his tongue that he can barely register his own movement as he chases his own orgasm.

kazuha’s panting and fucked out, and you’re already sensitive from all the attention he’s being bathing you in — the lower half of his face is soaked with a mixture of your arousal and his spit, and your thighs shake when he moves to close his lips around your clit and suck.

your fingers tighten in his roots and he trembles against the mattress with his next thrust as his eyes roll back, whimpering dreamily and high pitched as he cums against the fabric of his pants. but his movements on your pussy don’t cease, infact, they become needier, more desperate as he buries his moans into the intimate skin between your thighs.

“see.. ah! see what you do to me, my love. you are so intoxicating. let me feel you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

you’d missed ajax while he’d been away on a mission for the fatui, and it was almost immediate the way you’d found yourself tangled in him as soon as he got home. losing yourself in the thick spread of his cock as you squeeze your thighs around his hips, dragging yourself along the length of him as he sends you a drowsy look from beneath you.

“mmm, there we go. oh, did you miss me this much?” he teases as his fingers twitch in your hips, and the sweet little uh huh that pours from your lips like honey makes something carnal twist in his stomach as he throbs with the next deep kiss of his cock inside of you, adjusting his feet before he’s beginning his own pace.

your mind feels cloudy with the feeling of finally having ajax again, you’re losing yourself as he looks up at you — pink cheeked and jaw clenched while he admires the way your pretty features break into something beautiful for him.

your walls reward every wet, heavy connection of his hips with a needy squeeze around him as you try to keep yourself steady, instinctively reaching forward and not realising your palm is pressing hard against his throat. but fuck— it only makes him feel even better, he wants to ruin you if this is what it will get him, fucking into you eagerly in the hopes it’ll make you push tighter.

the dizzy spin in ajax’s mind feels fucking amazing, his hands almost curling into fists at your hips as he fucks you and he’s so lost in you he doesn’t even realise how close he is until his balls tighten, and he’s pushing his load into your pussy with every hungry thrust as he groans.

the blunt head of his cock feels like it kisses every part of you, his pelvis grinding into your puffy, sensitive clit as you blink down at him. it doesn’t take you long to notice, but the look he gives you basically begs for more as your fingers twitch at the sides of his throat — making him whimper, before he chuckles with his next trembling thrust.

“that’s it, don’t hold back on me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ DILUC RAGNVINDR

you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like diluc reaches, the pleasurable sting making the room below you spin before you’re caught off guard with the first harsh smack of his hips between your thighs. the sudden quick pace is fitting for someone who wields his weapons like they were weightless, and you have to dig your nails into his broad back just to keep yourself grounded.

every wet withdrawal of his hips is so fucking loud and each deep thrust of his cock feels like it reaches even deeper as you a moan of his name kicks from your throat. you’ve just started but your body is crumbling under each of his thrusts, feeling desire twist in your stomach with the thick spread of him.

diluc doesn’t know what’s gotten over him tonight, maybe it was the late night at the tavern or how fucking pretty you look right now — starry eyed and spread out beneath him, your tits bouncing with every wet, heavy connection of his hips into yours.

he feels you squeeze around him, and he swears he feels his lungs quake with his next trembling exhale, his body pushing you deeper into the bed beneath you as he desperately tries to keep himself steady. but you’re so fucking warm wrapped around him and the feeling of your chest pressing so tight against his makes his pace stutter as he pushes closer.

“archons—you feel so good, i.. i’m gonna cum, sweetheart. i’m s-sorry.” diluc growls against your skin, and you can hear all his need and want for you in the way he moans your name with each exhale — grabbing at your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear as he splits you open beneath him.

but then his pace stutters as he buries another babbled apology into your skin, a sharp, low groan falling from his lips as he pushes his load into your eager pussy — mumbling about how good you feel as he loses himself in the saccharine squeeze of your pussy around him.

his eyes are hooded when he looks at you, vermillion hair smeared along the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead as he presses deep into your body. the flush on his cheeks is deeper than usual and you’re not sure if it’s his orgasm or embarrassment when he clears his throat awkwardly — despite the way his cock still throbs with its lingering pleasure.

“i—i can go again, my apologies, sweetheart. you.. just seem to have that sort of effect on me.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[universalitgirlsblog2]

🍨🍒QUOTES FROM THE POWER OF SUBCONSCIOUS MIND🍨🍒

🍨All you have to do is unite mentally and emotionally with the good you wish to embody . The creative powers of your subconscious will respond accordingly. Begin now, today. Let wonders happen in your life ! Keep on keeping on until the day breaks and the shadows flee away.

🍒The law of your mind is the law of belief . This means to believe in the way your mind works , to believe in belief itself. The belief of your mind is the thought of your mind , just that and nothing else. All your experiences , events , conditions and acts are produced by your subconscious mind in reaction to your thoughts. Remember, it is not the thing believed in , but the belief in your own mind that brings about the result.

🍨Every thought is a cause and every condition is the effect.

🍒You are like a captain navigating ship. He or she must give the right orders , or the ship is wrecked . In the same way , you must give the right orders ( thoughts and images ) to your subconscious mind , which controls and governs all your experiences.

🍨Change your thoughts and you change your destiny.

🍒Your subconscious mind is the seat of your emotions. It is the creative mind . If you think good , good will follow. If you think evil , evil will follow. This is the way your mind works.

🍨You must be very careful to give your subconscious only those suggestions that heal , bless , elevate and inspire you in all your ways . Remember your subconscious doesn't understand a joke. It takes you at your word.

🍒Whatever your conscious mind assumes and believes to be true , your subconscious mind will accept and bring to pass . Believe in good fortune , divine guidance , right action , and all the blessings of life.

🍨All frustrations is due to unfulfilled desires. If you dwell on obstacles , delays and difficulties , your subconscious mind responds accordingly, and you are blocking your own good.

🍒Keep your conscious mind busy with the expectation of the best , and your subconscious will faithfully reproduce your habitual thinking.

🍨Know that faith is like a seed planted in the ground ; it grows after it's kind . Plant the idea ( seed ) in your mind , water and fertilize it with expectancy , and it will become manifest.

🍒There is only one process of healing and that is faith . There is only one healing power , namely , your subconscious mind.

🍨Whether the object of your faith is real or false , you will get results . Your subconscious mind responds to the thought in your mind . Look upon faith as a thought in your mind , and that will suffice.

🍒It is foolish to believe in sickness or in anything that will hurt or harm you. Believe in perfect health , prosperity, peace , wealth and divine guidance.

🍨Great and noble thoughts upon which you habitually dwell become great acts.

🍒Know that you can remake yourself by giving a new blueprint to your subconscious mind.

🍨Thoughts of jealousy , fear , worry , anxiety tear down and destroy your nerves and glands , bringing about mental and physical diseases of all kinds.

🍒What you affirm consciously and feel as true will be made manifest in your mind , body and affairs . Affirm the good and enter the joy of living.

🍨When your mind is relaxed and you accept an idea , your subconscious goes to work to execute the idea.

🍒Imagination is your most powerful faculty. Imagine what is lovely and of good report. You are what you imagine yourself to be.

🍨What you consciously affirm, you must not mentally deny a few moments later. This will neutralize the good you have affirmed.

🍒When fear knocks at the door of your mind , let faith in God and all things good open the door.

🍨The idea of success contains all the elements of success. Repeat the word " success " to yourself frequently with faith and conviction and you will be under a subconscious compulsion to succeed.

[darby-rowe]

18+ | nsfw | mdni sub!coriolanus snow ☓ fem!dom!reader cw anal fingering, anilingus, mentions of saliva, pegging, ejaculating dildo, praise, degradation, facial, dacryphilia, dumbification

it took some convincing and a lot of patience, but coryo finally decided to let you peg him! oh, what a joyous occasion!

you took your time teasing and prepping his hole, carefully watching his face to help guide you with what made him feel good. he looked so pretty with his legs spread just for you, hearing his cute little gasps and mewls as your tongue teased the outside of his puckered hole.

“stop teasing,” you heard him whine as you drooled saliva all over his entrance, stimulating his glands in preparation for a nice, hard fucking. you couldn’t help but smirk at the power you felt over coryo — him being completely at your mercy.

“i have to make sure you’re ready, baby,” you cooed. “i don’t want this to hurt. i wanna make you feel good. don’t you wanna feel good, bunny?”

coryo could only manage a nod and a tiny “mhm” as your tongue and fingers continued to explore his insides, making him squirm as his rock-hard cock twitched with each movement you made.

soon, you had the ejaculating dildo filled with the spunk lube, and vibrating at a low frequency as you hooked it onto your strap-on. with tenderness and care, you slowly entered coryo’s ass, watching him mewl and writhe underneath you at the new, exceptional pleasure he was growing accustomed to.

“take this cock, baby,” you purred, watching as the dildo disappeared inside coryo. “good boy. good fuckin’ boy,”

it didn’t take long before you were relentlessly thrusting into coryo’s crying body, watching him desperately find purchase within the bedsheets underneath him, or the pillows that supported his head as his blonde curls sprawled around him. you moaned as the harness of the strap-on rubbed against your throbbing clit, making this experience just as pleasurable for you as it was for him.

“s—…so deep—!” coryo cried, hooking his arms around his knees to spread his legs wider for you. “oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh my god,”

“already babbling like a dumb little baby, aren’t we?” you teased, laughing to yourself at how easy it was to push him to the edge. “look at you, prissy little rich boy getting fucked in the ass by my cock, yeah? you love it. you love getting put in your place, you naughty boy,”

coryo let out high-pitched, pathetic moans in time with your thrusts, punishing his hole to the point where tears spilled from his pretty blue eyes. your mouth watered at the thought of how salty his tears must taste, and so you leaned down for a sample of his willing submissiveness.

“yeah, that’s right,” you growled. “fuckin’ cry like a pathetic bitch for me. let me watch those tears fall from your pretty blue eyes. such a pretty boy. so pathetic and easy to fuck,”

coryo’s sobs only intensified at the pleasure ignited his nerves completely on fire, feeling the apex of his pleasure draw nearer as you fucked him with reckless abandonment. “i wanna come, p-please, i’m gonna come so hard,” he cried. “my cock is gonna explode,”

“then come, you whore,” you commanded through gritted teeth, and soon after that, you had coryo crying, moaning, and whimpering as his dick exploded with thick, white ropes of cum all over his torso. pretty little slut didn’t need for you to touch him to make him come like that.

you withdrew your strap from coryo’s hole and positioned it over his face, feeling the dildo in your hand begin to shake as the fake spunk spilled all over his pretty, wet face. god, the sight was absolutely incredible. if only you had your camera on you, you would take a photo of coryo with the ropes of fake cum on his face.

you sat there for a moment to catch your breath before leaning down to press a kiss to his quivering lips. “good boy,” you praised. “you did such a good job for me,”

don’t be shy, let’s talk. ♡

[poppy-metal]

ik artashi is typically who comes to mind in regards to comfort but i just. i had a horrible day lemme be horny for a moment.

you come home to patrick, his apartment your apartment whatever, he’s there hanging out probably making it messier than it was before the slob. you come home and you’ve been on the verge of crying all day and your brain is so so fuzzy and he can immediately tell you’re upset from the puffy cheeks and wobbly lip and big glassy eyes. he’d ask what’s up and you can’t even respond just devolve into little hiccups and big fat tears roll down your cheeks. maybe he pinches your damp cheeks and messes with your hair and cracks little jokes to try and cheer up his baby— always the joker but really he’s worried, wants to help but is never quite sure if he’s cut out to help and not make things worse. so maybe you calm down just a little and start pawing at him, your head still so fuzzy and vision blurry from how upset and tired you are. he gets the hints, knows the nonverbal cues well enough. he moves you onto the couch or the bed or wherever so there’s something plush for your knees as you straddle him and he works his shorts down and you just sink down onto him and it’s so comforting and it feels so good and it’s patrick patrick patrick. after being so upset and muddled all day, it’s so euphorically comforting to have him inside you that it’s almost not a sex thing. except it’s patrick zweig and i need him biblically so. if you’re still hiccuping, shoulders still shaking and eyes still tearing with those little after-cry sobs, he pops a couple fingers in your mouth. rocks you back and forth, lets you focus on him instead of all the stress.

as i said i had a bad day the horny demons got me </3 hope this is coherent

-🥤

im not even gonna front with you i need this shit BADLY right now, myself.

patrick who's heart is in the right place and has always been better suited for action rather than words, loves when he's able to comfort you with his body. he fears he'll say something that'll make it worse - accidentally come across as stupid or insensitive somehow (he wouldn't) - but he'd do anything to stop you from crying, or to make it a different kind of cry. he's almost too relieved, too eager to lend his body for you to use when you need comfort. the "yeah. yeah, i got you." when he drags you onto his lap, yanks his jeans and boxers down haphazardly, and sinks you down onto his cock. "fuck, there, baby. there you go."

bands his thick arms around you and pulls you so you're flat against his chest - his warm fuzzy chest that feels familiar to you and the weight of him inside you that dulls all the overbearing tyrannical thoughts in your brain. "all better -" he grunts when you mouth at his neck - cupping the back of your head. he knows its not 100% sexual for you, that this relaxes you, but fuck, it does feel fucking amazing for him regardless. he tips his throat back and lets you drool against him. lets you bathe his cock in your warm wet little pussy while you cling to him like a koala. it feels good to be needed and useful. "you're all good like this, sweetheart."

eventually your cunt will get sore with the thick girth of him in your body and your swollen glands will flex against him and you'll whine and want him to move you, at last. and he will, will grip your ass in his big hands and bounce you on his dick as he pummels into your tight little body. might flip you under him and push your knees up to your chest to really work out all that pent up energy from letting you cockwarm him.

for now though, he's content to let you warmly flex your pussy around him as you doze on and off in his arms.

[vinomino]

Bite

Pairing: Sakura Haruka x F!Reader

Warnings: mdni 18+, a/b/o, Alpha!Sakura, Omega!Reader, dubcon (probably), mentions of assault, harassment, unprotected sex, marathon sex, creampies/knots

WC:1.5k

Currently you were sitting in a booth next to Sakura with his friends. Most of them were alphas. You’ve always been scared of alphas, not only because you were an omega, but because your scent was a bit sweeter than a normal omegas. An incident in your childhood caused this. You were playing on the playground, when an alpha boy who was about to go into rut, got entranced by your pheromones and tried forcing himself on you.

Ever since then, you’ve gone on suppressants, to reduce your pheromones to a normal range. Sakura was the one who shattered your fear of alphas. He helped you when you got pickpocketed, you thought all alphas were scary, but this one couldn’t even look you in the eyes without blushing nor could he handle compliments without becoming a tomato. It was quite cute. You guys grew closer and became friends, he had introduced you to his friends, and now you guys were having another hangout at Pothos.

You wouldn’t have gone out when your heat was soon, but you had your suppressants, and above all, you trusted them. Kotoha was now cleaning up the cafe, so you guys all bid farewell. Sakura offered to walk you back home. Passing by an alleyway, you saw out of the corner of your eye, in the dark, a couple, a bonded pair, that were making out. Sakura noticed and flushed red before walking a bit faster. “Jeez, why the hell are they doing that stuff in public.” He grunted. You merely chuckled and followed after him. You try to forget the scene, however, the omega in you didn’t.

Now almost to your place, you suddenly felt a surge of heat. A boiling hot heat.

Steadying yourself on a nearby wall as you pant. Your heat wasn’t supposed to be until a couple of days.

“Hey! Are you sick?” Sakura stops when he catches a whiff of your gushing pheromones. “A-Are you—“ He covers his nose. “My pills— I forgot…my pouch at Pothos.” You wince while digging through your bag. Your heat was now full blown. Was it the couple that caused your omega to desire a mate?

You couldn’t even think straight as your body is so sensitive, your brain reeling from the dopamine and serotonin rush. Alpha, alpha, alpha. Your omega was screaming to submit to the alpha in front of you. To be bred, to carry his pups, and embrace in your nest.

Sakura leads you into a nearby alley, takes off his Furin coat, and wraps you in it. “Shit— wait here! I’ll go get them!” You couldn’t say anything before he sprinted off back to the cafe. You sniffed his jacket, your omega pleased at his scent. You hug his clothing close to you. Your vision is all hazy and cloudy.

You didn’t even notice the pair of footsteps behind you until you got pinned to the wall. “What’s a pretty little omega doing all alone here in heat, you need an alpha to help you right?” The man sneered at you. You would’ve shrieked, but your mind was all haywire. “C’mon, fuck…your scent is driving me crazy.” He laughed, tilting your chin up. “I’ll make you my little omega, my little wife. Hmm? Whatd’ya say?”

You were about to burst into tears, you couldn’t fight off the urge to be embraced by an alpha, but you didn’t want it to be this creep. You squeeze your eyes shut when he trailed his finger down to your mating gland. You fight the throb between your legs.

Eyes bursting open when he’s ripped away from you, getting thrown a few feet away. “S-Sakura!” Relief flooding whatever remaining conscience you had left. “You fucking piece of shit! How dare you—“ He’s cut off when he feels you collapse against his chest. “I’ll remember your face.” Sakura glares at the man covering his bleeding nose.

You come to it when you see the familiar hallway of your apartment. “Mnn…” You whine. “Shhh….I’ll bring you to your nest and give you your pills.” Sakura carries you bridal style to your room. It took everything in him to not pounce on you like that disgusting bastard. He was clenching his teeth so hard, trying not to go into rut. The alpha in him growling to claim you, sink his teeth into your neck, and make you his.

With how close you were to Sakura, his scent was making you lose your mind. You wanted him, needed him. He flinched when he felt you suckle at his neck. His steps staggering, “H-Hey!” He chokes on his words when you thread your fingers through his hair. Sakura almost kicks down your bedroom door trying to open it. He gently pushes you off him, laying you down onto your mattress.

Immediately turning to leave, you spring up and pull him backwards onto your bed, into your nest. “S-Sakura! Don’t go!” You squeal. “S-Shit— let go.” He panics, already feeling his rut being spurred on by how close you were. “Need you!” You whimper, nuzzling your nose against his scent gland, making your clit throb. You’re pitifully moaning as you grind against him. “You’re not in the right mindset.” He tries to pry you off him.

“No! Wanted you! For so long—“ When Sakura hears those words he’s been dreaming of. He growls and pins you down and lets his instincts take over. Kissing along your jaw. Your omega purrs in delight.

He shoves his tongue into your mouth, while working his hands to quickly remove your clothes. More, more, more. You start tearing up, wanting to already be stuffed, wanting his knot. “Don’t cry…” He wipes your tears with his thumb. “Wan’ it….” You slur through a pout.

Sakura now has you stripped naked below him. A sight to which he would frequently fantasize about while fisting at his cock. He always respected your boundaries, knowing what you went through. So he waited for the day you would beg him so sweetly to be your alpha.

He runs his fingers along your folds, groaning at how much slick you’ve already produced. “Sakuraaaa…” You whimper. “Haruka.” He corrects you. “H-Haruu…” He gulps when you call him by his given name. He spreads your legs for him, rubbing his weeping tip against your clit before pushing in. You didn’t even realize he had taken off his pants, but you didn’t care. Not when he was stretching you out.

Slowly, inch by inch, until his hips are flush with yours. Sakura, was now consumed by the overwhelming urge to breed and impregnate you. He slips his hand under your ass to have more leverage and begins a brutal pace. His cock hitting your sweet spot at every thrust. You claw at his shoulders. “I’ll give it to you, omega.”

“Haru, Haru, Haru!” You chant. Eyes rolling back into your skull as his breeder balls slap against your ass. “Gonna take my knot? Have my pups?” He growls against your ear. You babble a string of yes and pleases. You feel delirious, not even noticing that you’re now showing your neck, begging him to mark you. To be your alpha..

Drawing a moan from him as you clench down when his lips press against your mating gland. “Please, please, please…alpha…..” You wail. Sakura shushes you.

Your orgasm hits you like a train when he sinks his teeth into your neck at the same time he snaps his hips forward. You catch your breathe as your vision clears. Your legs kicking against him when you yelp as his knot swells up inside you to the point where it’s almost painful. “I’ll take care of you, my omega, forever.” He whispers against you while licking at your bond mark soothingly.

Your omega is delighted to have an alpha to serve. “I promise.” Now the two of you are binded, both physically and mentally.

Sakura is cleaning you up and forcing you to eat even though you’re pawing at his chest to fill you up again. You’re not even sure how many days it has been, but you know your heat is about to end. He had taken you on every surface available, in the bathtub, on the kitchen counter, any place that was deemed fuckable. The air now reeking of sex and semen.

“C’mon, another bite?” He tries to spoon feed you, but you push it away. You pouted up at him. His gaze made you clench around nothing. “Haru…” You hiccup feeling empty.

Sakura relents and now has you face down into the pillows with your hips in the air as he pistons his cock in and out of you. Clawing the mattress, the force of which he was taking you was causing your nipples to rub against the sheet, furthering your pleasure. “Gonna knot you up again.” You mewl in joy.

He grabs your arm you up until your back meets his chest. The new position has you gasping his name. “Tell me you want it, omega.” The tone of his voice forced your omega to follow his command. “Wan’ it, wan’ it…Haru—wan’ your pups!” You babble so cockdrunk. “Shit…” Sakura hissed as he shoots rope after rope of his thick cum into your womb.

Sakura rubs your skin soothingly as his knot locks you. “I fucking love you…” he sighs out. You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. He chuckles.

Your heat has finally ended, you sit in the bathtub as Sakura washes your hair. Your body littered in bites and marks. “Do you regret it?” He softly asks while trailing his finger over your healed bond mark. “No.” You kiss his cheek, “I don’t.”

srryfor any typos I was falling asleep writing this (that’s y it’s kinda rushed)

also sry if I got anything wrong, first time writing omegaverse

[peachesofteal]

OHHHH I SEE WE ALL HAVE OMEGAVERSE FRENZY IN THIS HOUSE

What if Darling DID INDEED take suppressants for almost all her life after she presented as omega

BUT but but the reason she was off them was because a doctor told her she was in risk of losing all her ability to produce pheromones.

“Losing your capability of producing pheromones can come with a number of issues,” she tells you. “For starters, your heat cycles would be reduced to at least half of their frequency. There is also a decrease of libido, as well as a decrease in fertility. It is also not uncommon for omegas to experience separation or breakup with their partners, especially if they're alphas, but not to be–”. However, you stopped listening after separation.

You thought about that comment your co-worker made in passing about being dumped by his two alpha partners after he couldn't carry pups due to hormonal problems. He was promptly thrown out into the streets. Abandoned. Tossed away like a broken glass; no purpose and no means for existing, nor to fix it.

Surely, they wouldn't leave you for something like that, could they? But then the back of your mind whispered with its little secrets and ideas. Sure, your secondary gender wasn't all that glued you to them, but it had something to do, at least, right? A happy, little omega waiting for them at home.

“There are, however, solutions and treatments that we could possibly try.”

That snaps you out of your own thoughts.

“When was your last heat?”

You could vividly remember it. Your then partner asking you once more to sleep separately from them, because your heats not only bothered them, but also disgusted them.

“More than five years ago.”

Your doctor then stayed quiet for a few moments, the gears in her mind working.

“There is a possibility of this change in your glands to revert back to what it was, but you might have to forget about suppressants for a year at least.”

And Darling says yes, whatever it takes.

And this is how Darling had to stop taking suppressants for a year and deal with a heat every two months, and while that did indeed helped to start reverting the alteration in her glands, it also left her to deal with her own heats alone.

She never asked for help because she always knew when Simon and Johnny had their ruts, usually staying a couple days on base even though the op was over. Because she didn't want to think wrongly of them (would they be disgusted with her heat cycles just like it happened, out of the blue, in her three past relationships?), but also she really didn't want to be a bother to them. There was a reason why they stayed on base while they went through their ruts and decided not to come home to her. So she got through her heats and welcomed them both home with cuddles and stories about her job.

(Not knowing that the reason they didn't come to her while rutting, was because they didn't want to overwhelm her, and their shared ruts could get pretty rough in bed, very different from what they wanted to happen when fantasizing about you letting them take care of your heats)

And imagine once Johnny and Simon find out about this, when you tell them in the middle of a fever induced ramble, in tears.

About how Darling not only doesn't trust them to deal with her heats but is also afraid of them being disgusted with her, afraid of them abandoning her once she (in her mind) became useless to them 👁️👁️ both hurt and betrayed by this, but torn because they desperately want Darling to at least let them bring her snacks and clothes.

(But also I love the angst. It makes the thought of Johnny and Simon eventually helping Darling through her heats more satisfactory LMAO The thought of Soap and Ghost banging Darling until they kick out the insecurity out of her is tempting)

— 🫔 Anon, with love to you Peach and everyone else that's feral for omegaverse right now, just like me 🥰 fr I wish the best for you all A/B/O enthusiasts and especially for you Peach, for creating not only excellent work but also a safe space to talk about unhinged AUs<3

TAMALE 🫔 ANON 🫔 I love you and your beautiful brain. Never leave me. Stay here in our safe little au bubble forever.

And this anon! Lots of love 🩵 your brainchild really got to me

18+ MDNI / Dead Disco omegaverse au / Mature themes / I still have no idea what we're doing with these but let's go with it

At first, you think it’s a fever.

Your head is cloudy, like you’re in some sort of sick fog. You try over and over to focus on your work, but after you make the same mistake on paperwork, three times in a row.

But when your stomach starts to cramp, sweat slicking along your lower back, you know it’s not just a fever.

You know it’s something else.

You fire off an email to your boss referencing your heat leave before you lock your office for the week, week and a half you’ll be gone.

You’re not particularly ready for this one. You haven’t gone to the grocery store. You haven’t washed your linens, haven’t collected the usual pile of hoodies and shirts for nesting.

Not to mention, the timing. The guys have already been gone for two weeks. They could come home in the middle of it, could discover your lie, all your lies. About the suppressants. About your feelings. About the truth.

“You have to come off the suppressants.” You blink, trying to register her words.

“N-no. I… I can’t.” She doesn’t understand. You can’t go off your suppressants. The guys… they share each other’s ruts, they don’t need a heat cycle on top of it.

She says your name with sigh, before glancing at you over her glasses, lips twisted.

“Are you in safe place now? A safe home? With a pack?”

“Yes but they’re not my mates, obviously.” You’ve always been insistent that you don’t need the bite to be with the guys, that you don’t need a heat to be in a relationship with them. That you’re enough, the way you are. After what happened to you in your young life, you had vowed to stay on suppressants for the rest of your life. And even though they didn’t know the truth of everything, they supported you.

And they’ve always agreed. They’ve never pushed you, about the suppressants. Never tried to bully you or convince you otherwise. They’ve always told you they love you, no matter what.

But will they feel the same now? If you change? If you turn into some heat driven Omega?

They already have each other to satisfy themselves. Would they even know what to do with a heat? Would they even want to?

“You’re in a safe place. Your life has changed so much, don’t you think it’s time you give yourself a chance?” She doesn’t get it. They won’t want this. Won’t want you.

“I can’t, I-“

“It’s your decision to make, but I want you to be fully aware of the risks. The suppressants are impacting your ability to produce pheromones. If it continues, your fertility will also be negatively affected.” Your stomach sinks like a stone. Fertility. The one thing you and Johnny and Simon whisper about in the dark sometimes, a baby, or two, a family. “Do you understand?” She’s kind, sympathetic but firm, and you nod.

“Yes.”

You’ve known there’s something amiss with you, and your cycle. That there’s something wrong with your heats. You spend most of them in the closet, or under the bed, fighting flashbacks of your past and trying bring yourself relief to no avail. When you come out of them, you’re often confused. Disorientated. Missing entire days. It’s almost like you’re not even really there, and sometimes you catch yourself rubbing your gland with your wrist, trying to mimic a scenting by an Alpha. One of your Alphas.

Google tells you that it’s common for traumatized Omegas to react this way. That Omegas who have been abandoned or lost their mates, often try to self soothe during their cycles. Omegas who have been abused.

You usually stop doom scrolling once you get to articles about failed bonds and bites, opting to to bury your face in one of the pillows, trying not to scream out your frustration. Trying to to get lost in your own panic, the fog that’s settling further and further into your mind, making it harder for you discern fact from fiction.

Eventually, you can’t fight it anymore. Your instincts take over, pushing into a space that feels too warm, too close, while your body rages, stomach twisting up in awful cramps. You burrow yourself in the closet, piling your blankets and pillows and articles of clothing until it feels almost right.

It does nothing to drown out the thoughts in your head. Your hindbrain is in control now. It’s taken over, buried common sense for instinct.

It’s not right. Your mates aren’t here. They left you. Your Alphas don’t want you.

You have no mates. No one to breed you. No one to give you what you need.

You’re alone. You’re not safe.

It’s going to happen again.

“Omega?” There’s a voice, calling to you. Two scents that are familiar, woodsmoke and gunpowder, juniper and ocean spray. “Hey, there ye are.”

A hand reaches towards you, and you press yourself against the wall. Don’t touch. Don’t let them touch.

“Darling,” that name. You know that name. “it’s okay. It’s us, you’re alright.”

[fixfoxnox]

Taking Care of His Alphas

Summary: A bad rut hits three members of the 141 rather suddenly and with no omegas around to help them out, their captain volunteers to help them through it.

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Non-traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Poly 141, Gaz/Price, Soap/Price, Ghost/Price, Anal sex, blow jobs, degradation, praise, aftercare, alpha price, alpha soap, alpha gaz, alpha ghost

Word Count: 7k

Note: For @brandumus

A rather violent snarl ripped through the room when Ghost’s hand landed on the back of Price’s neck. It was pure instinct that had pulled it from Price’s throat, the touch of another alpha against his skin in a rather firm and determined push immediately put him on the defense. Of course, it wasn’t a good move considering the rest of the alphas in the little room were also deep in their ruts and hardly able to control themselves.

Ghost gave a harsh growl in return, his grip tightening on Price’s throat before he shoved him down, forcing his face into the pillows even as Price struggled against his hold. Price might have been their leader, but he’d all but submitted himself to his team already, meaning that despite his struggling and snapping, he was fully confident in himself as he pressed Price further into the bed. 

After a short moment of struggle, Ghost was able to move Price so that his legs were spread wide and his ass was pressed right against Ghost’s aching crotch. There was another struggle as Ghost ran a hand over Price’s exposed ass, squeezing and scratching as he liked. “Would you,” Ghost gave another harsh growl before tightening his grip around Price’s neck and digging his thumb right into the older man’s scent gland. The effect was immediate, with Price giving an apologetic whimper and practically melting into the bed, completely lax. “That’s fucking it.”

“All that struggle,” Gaz gave a chuckle from his place near the door and he was quick to cross the room to stand in front of Price and stroke carefully over his face, “You told us we could do this captain, don’t act like you don’t want it too.” His voice was strained and dropped low into something that spoke volumes about the control he was exhibiting despite the situation. He made a point not to touch Price too much. 

Soap didn’t seem to pick up on the same dynamic that Gaz did, so when he stepped close to Price, he didn’t hesitate before laying a hand flat on Price’s back and feeling bolding along his skin, his hand tracing down toward Price’s ass. He didn’t make it far before he had Ghost’s hand slapped his hand away with a harsh growl. He responded with a threatening step forward, his own thick scent permeating the air as he growled back at Ghost. The two had a momentary stand-off before Soap finally took a step back, a low grumble in his throat. 

Just like Price and Ghost, Soap and Gaz were filling the room with a thick and heady scent from their ruts, it wasn’t intentional in the slightest, but they were all desperate and too far gone to even try to control themselves. Ghost was already digging his nails into Price’s skin, trying to keep himself under control at least enough to not hurt his captain too much, but with the scent of the other three alphas it was horribly difficult. They were all struggling with the lack of omegas to help them care for themselves, which was how they ended up in this situation.

“The slick,” Ghost growled after a moment, “bring me the slick, I need to get my cock in him before I tear someone's throat out.” The words pulled a low growl from Price that was quickly turned into a whimper with another press of Ghost’s thumb against his scent gland. “Now,” he growled out, nearly snapping at Soap again. 

Soap looked like an over-eager puppy as he scrambled across the room to grab the bottle of artificial slick from one of the tables in the small room. He rushed it back to Ghost quickly, popping the cap for the man and pouring a generous amount into his free hand. “I’ve got to see this, see how well he can take it.”

Soap positioned himself beside Ghost, where he would have a good view as Ghost began pushing Price’s cheeks apart to gain access to his begging hole. “He’ll take it,” Ghost said simply as he began spreading some of the artificial slick around Price’s hole, pressing his fingers against him in a way that was quick to have Price squirming. 

“Stop moving,” Gaz grabbed a handful of Price's hair and tugged, forcing the man to look up at him as he gave a predatory grin, “be good for your alphas, yeah?” The words pulled a groan from all three of the other men in the room and set Price’s face to a blushing red color. 

“Fuck,” Soap breathed the word out at the same time that Ghost groaned, both of them watching as the tip of Ghost's finger sank into Price’s hole. Price gave another squirm and a slight pant as Ghost continued pressing forward, slowly working his finger inside of him until he was practically into the knuckle. “Fuck look at that, taking it so fucking well.”

“He’s gonna be perfect with my knot in him,” Ghost gave a low growl and started to work his finger in and out of Price’s hole, stretching him open as best as he could for the moment. It wasn’t long before Price was burying his face into the pillow, muffling his groans and grunts as Ghost started to work a second finger inside of him. 

The scent of rut filling the room continued to grow and, with it, each of the men grew more desperate. Soap and Gaz were both still clothed when they’d started, but soon they were each shedding the material, the heat of the rut making it nearly too much on their skin. Soap was the first to break and wrap a hand around his cock, a desperate gasp leaving his lips as he worked his heated length with his hand, desperate for something to take the edge off. 

At Price’s continued groans and moans, Ghost started to work his fingers inside of him faster. He curled them against the other man’s walls and scissored him open slowly, trying to stretch him enough that he’d be able to take Ghost’s cock well enough. “Think he needs a third,” Soap panted after a moment, “You’re a bit bigger than that LT.” 

Ghost gave a grumbled laugh and leaned forward to drape himself over Price’s back, “Hear that cap?” He slowly started to work a third finger inside of him, pulling desperate pants from Price’s throat, his hips trying to work back against Ghost’s fingers. “Soap’s right, I am bigger than this,” he stretched his fingers inside of him, making Price moan at the feeling, “think you can take that? Or am I gonna have to stretch you open like the pitiful little toy you are?”

Price’s hips jerked against the bed at the words, pulling a laugh from the other three men in the room. He barely managed to look up enough to see that Gaz was now also touching himself, his hard cock only inches from Price’s face. For a moment, Price wanted to lean forward and take him into his mouth, a part of him desperate to please. The alpha in him, the one that was both dissatisfied with the situation and all too pleased at once, stopped him. 

“Think he liked that,” Gaz gave Price another one of his wicked grins. “That’s probably why he volunteered for this, ey? Just wants to be a little toy for his boys.” 

“He’s certainly a pretty little toy,” Ghost leaned down to lick and nip at Price’s shoulder, groaning at the taste of the heated skin against his tongue. “So perfect for us.” 

“Perfect for his alphas,” Soap agreed, tilting his head back with a loud groan. “My cock is gonna feel so good inside of him,” he stumbled forward a slight bit only to freeze as Ghost snarled at him again, his teeth bared as a hint of the feral side of his rut-tinted heat seemed to fill the air. 

Ghost snapped at him again and Soap, with a near-feral snap of his own, obediently stepped back again. “You’ll wait your fucking turn.” Ghost guided his hand on Price’s neck down his back slowly, his fingers still curling and fucking into Price with a near-deadly precision. Despite his slight squirms, all of the other alphas in the room could smell the arousal flooding off of Price’s body, making their own cocks feel that much harder. 

Gaz tugged at Price’s hair for a moment, a toothy grin on his face. It exposed his sharp canines and, for one delirious moment, Price felt the nearly overwhelming urge to have those teeth buried in his neck. “You want Ghost’s cock? C’mon captain, we need to hear it.”

Price gritted his teeth, the prideful part of him still resisting just a bit. Of course, he’d volunteered for this, but in the midst of such an intense oncoming rut, it had been difficult enough to make himself offer it once. Now his boys wanted to hear it again and the part of himself that had already been lost to the pleasure of Ghost’s fingers buried inside of him was begging him to just speak. 

Ghost gave a cruel twist of his fingers, slowly ramping his movements up in intensity as he continued fucking in and out of Price with harsh and quick movements. Every brush of his fingers seemed to light his nerves on fire and send a pool of liquid hot arousal flushing through his veins. He wanted more. He wanted to help his boys so bad he nearly ached with it. 

“Fucking get to it,” he finally managed to snap after his moment. His voice came out as more of a harsh growl than the usual tone he would use with the team. Ghost’s fingers tightened against his neck and he bit back another whimper as Gaz gave a mocking sort of laugh to him. 

“Oh c’mon cap,” he forced Price’s head up, making him meet his eyes, “don’t act like you don’t want this too. Say it a bit nicer, yeah?” Price could feel his entire body go hot at the words and he resisted the urge to growl and snap as his body ached. Part of him wanted to shove Ghost to the bed and just take what he wanted from the man. He was their leader, it would be within his rights, but more than anything he just wanted to take care of his boys. 

Through gritted teeth, he tried again, “Fuck me.” There was a pause as Gaz raised an eyebrow at him and Soap gave an amused snicker. “Please.” 

“Atta boy,” Ghost shoved his face back into the bed and slowly started to pull his fingers out of Price’s ass, pulling a whimper from his lips. “Was that so hard?” He gave a quick slap to Price’s ass, sending him jerking forward so that his face rutted up against Gaz’s cock for a moment as all three of the men laughed at the movement. 

Gaz was still steadily stroking his cock and for a long moment, Price found himself captivated by the sight of precum leaking out of the tip of his cock and the beginning signs of a knot forming at the base. Of course, he knew that the knot wouldn’t pop and actually give Gaz release until he finished inside of someone, in this case, that someone being him. 

“Fuck, this’ll be good.” Price didn’t have time to question what Soap’s words meant before there was the sensation of cool slick sliding between his cheeks and being worked over the rim of his hole, pulling embarrassed moans from his throat. After several moments, the sensation went away and when he turned his head to look back at what Ghost was doing, he got to watch as the fake slick poured over Ghost’s cock followed by Ghost wrapping a hand around himself to begin spreading the slick over his hard cock. 

He wasn’t allowed to watch for long as soon enough Gaz was tugging him to face forward again and beginning to rut his cock over Price’s face without giving him a chance to even think. Price found that with Gaz’s cock pressed against his face, the scent of his sergeant seemed to overwhelm him and, with the slow press of Ghost’s cock against his hole, he could feel his mind growing a bit fuzzy.

He gave a choked-out gasp as Ghost slipped the head of his cock inside of him, just the head already stretching him a bit more than Ghost’s fingers had been able to do. “Warned ya he was fuckin’ big,” Soap teased, a feral grin on his face as he worked his hand over his cock quickly, his eyes dead focused on watching Ghost’s cock slowly disappear inside of his captain. 

With another slow press of Ghost’s hips, Price’s mouth fell open, a moan spilling from his lips. Ghost stretched him so well and the feeling of the other alpha pressing inside of him was like a pleasure he’d never experienced before. Of course, he was desperate to sate his own rut, but the feeling was like something else entirely. 

The slowly combining scents of all of the alphas in the room was nearly maddening and aside from Price’s moans and whimpers as Ghost slowly bottomed out inside of him, the only other noises in the room were the steadily growing huffs and rumbles from the three alphas as they not only watched, but heard and smelt Price’s enjoyment of the cock inside of him. 

Once Ghost’s cock was fully seated inside of Price, there was a pause. Both Price and Ghost were panting messes and neither Gaz nor Soap could draw their eyes away from the two men. Price felt that he could hardly think, with every shift of Ghost’s cock inside of him his mind seemed to leave him further. It was hard to focus on anything other than the feeling and the shocks of pleasure it seemed to hit him with. 

“How’s he feel LT?”

Ghost gave a slow groan before beginning to pull his hips back slowly, “Fucking phenomenal.” He didn’t allow hardly any time before he was slamming his cock back inside of Price’s tight heat. 

It was like once he’d started truly fucking Price, he couldn’t stop. There was no time to adjust, no time to prepare himself, just the rough fucking and scratching of an alpha trying to satiate their rut in whatever way possible. It left Price unable to do anything other than take the sudden and near-overwhelming pleasure that was being fucked into him.

Every slide of Ghost’s thick cock inside of Price drove the entire group further into the cloud of lust and need that had formed over them. Price could feel every line of Ghost’s cock inside of him, rubbing deliciously against his walls and brushing against a spot inside of him that had him seeing stars. The pleasure of it was building inside of him and left him to grip tight to the sheets of the bed they were on for some sort of grounding as it became harder and harder to remember that this was just supposed to be for his team. He shouldn’t have been enjoying himself as much as he so clearly was. 

Ghost’s fingers were digging into his neck and hips, strong enough that he was sure he’d at the very least have light bruises marring his skin by the time that they finished. The thought pulled a moan from his lips, a noise that he was quick to muffle into his skin as Ghost continued fucking into Price with a near-feral energy. 

Seconds later Price could feel additional hands on his skin, immediately he knew that they belonged to Soap. The hands were overeager and grabby, touching any piece of skin available and pinching and squeezing as he pleased. The contrast between Ghost’s bruising touch, Soap’s eager exploration, and Gaz’s cock still brushing against Price’s face was nearly overwhelming. 

The scent of Alpha that seemed to permeate the room was strong and while it would normally have caused Price’s hackles to rise, in that moment all that it made him want to do was submit himself further, to allow his boys to use him however they needed. To be good for his alphas. 

“Fuck,” Ghost gave another growl before leaning down to begin licking and nipping across Price’s skin. Price could understand his sudden desperate and erratic movements as he felt the beginnings of Ghost’s knot forming and pressing right up against his aching hole. It felt so fucking good rutting up against the rim of his hole, slowly stretching him further to accommodate his knot and keep him plugged up just perfectly for the man behind him. 

“Gonna take Ghost’s knot?” Gaz spoke the words with a low rumble, his eyes glinting with delight as they locked on to the sight of Ghost’s knot just on the verge of slipping inside of his captain. “Gonna let him fuck it into you? Fill you up nice and proper?” All of the men gave a groan at the words and Price could feel as nails dug into his skin, scratching and leaving more desperate marks in their wake. 

Ghost was too far gone to even speak, the only things falling from his lips being grunts and growls as he fucked wildly into Price’s waiting hole. Price could do nothing but take it with desperate whines. It wouldn’t be long for him or Ghost, he could tell by the way that his body was beginning to shake and the ever-increasing growls from Ghost seemed to echo around the room. 

Suddenly, Ghost’s hand on the back of his neck shifted, sliding around his skin until he could wrap his hand tight around Price’s neck and yank him up onto his knees. Price could feel Ghost’s body pressed against his back and the tight grip that Ghost had on his throat made him keen, pleasure tightening in his gut and threatening to send him toppling forward if Ghost hadn’t had such a good grasp on his throat. 

Ghost held Price tightly, keeping him close to his body as his free hand wrapped around Price’s cock to begin working him over in tight quick strokes. The effect was immediate, Price’s body shaking as pleasure wound tighter and tighter before finally snapping, forcing him to send ropes of cum splashing onto the bed in front of him. It was a temporary relief from the pure heat of his rut.

There were several moments where Ghost continued fucking into Price’s lax body, slowly fucking him full of his knot in a way that had Price’s still-hard cock twitching. Another few thrusts and Price could feel Ghost shove himself as deep as he could go, his knot locking him snugly in place as warm cum seemed to fill his insides. 

It took several moments for Price to realize what was happening around him after Ghost’s knot popped, the sensation of being so full and having another alpha’s knot inside of him made him feel oddly good. Oddly powerful. 

When he did realize, it was because of a low groan spilling from Soap’s lips as he came over his fist, his cock still rock hard as well. One look at Gaz told Price that his sergeant had finished as well, but similar to Soap was still so far in his rut that even the temporary relief wasn’t good enough. Price felt lucky, unlike them his rut wasn’t so strong, merely a temporary thing brought on by the presence of the other alphas, he could deal with his own pleasure, but he knew they wouldn’t make it through this rut without something to bury their knots into and there had been no omegas available to the team. It was why he was here, with Ghost’s knot buried deep inside of him. 

There were several moments of silence that fell over the group, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. None of them spoke, Price wasn’t sure what he would say if he did speak. He was letting his boys lead this, they didn’t need an alpha in charge of them at the moment, they needed someone to submit to them, so that's exactly what Price was doing. 

It wasn’t until Ghost’s knot started going down that words were finally exchanged between the three members of the team. 

“Alright,” Ghost ran an almost soothing hand down Price’s back as he helped carefully lower him down to the bed. A part of Price hated how gentle Ghost was being, it was like the man thought he needed to take care of him and the alpha in him despised that. But the larger part of him nearly preened at the soft attention. “Which one of you is taking him next?”

Soap nearly jumped at the words, scrambling forward quickly, “Me!”

“Absolutely not,” Gaz was quick to reach forward and grab Soap’s arm, yanking him away from Price. Soap gave a growl and was quick to try and yank himself out of Gaz’s grasp. For a short moment, there was a scuffle between the two, each of them snapping, growling, and scratching at each other, fighting for the opportunity to stick their cocks inside of Price first. It was only as the fighting grew worse between them that Price knew someone would need to step in. He could have his sergeants tearing themselves apart like this, no matter how harsh their rut was at the moment. 

“Ghost,” he gave a slow gasp as Ghost slowly pulled his cock from inside of him. His knot wasn’t down all the way, but it went down enough that he could pull out, sending a gush of faux slick and cum dripping down Price’s thighs. For a moment, Price couldn’t remember what he was going to tell Ghost. Luckily for him, Ghost seemed to understand. 

“I’m on it.” He stood up from the bed and with a quick move he reached into the tangle of limbs that was Gaz and Soap and yanked them apart. Immediately, the two’s yowling turned to him, rage painting their faces at being restrained. Ghost was quick to cower them with a rough grip and a low warning rumble in his chest. “Stop fighting, you look like children.”

He tossed the two apart, making sure to place himself between them so they wouldn’t try anything. Despite now being separated, the two were still glaring at one another, low threatening growls emanating from them as a dangerous scent filled the room. With the two so deep in their ruts it was no surprise they were being so harsh with one another. Ghost gave another quick snap of his teeth to get them quiet, his scent easily overpowering them to assert his dominance in the moment. 

“Gaz will take Price next,” Ghost declared. Immediately Soap started complaining, but it was quickly shut down with another low growl from Ghost. “He’s got seniority over you, he takes Price next and you’ll wait your turn.” It was clear Soap wanted to argue, but with another harsh look from Ghost, he was quick to lower his head and give in to the older man’s commands. “Get to it, Sergeant.”

Gaz didn’t hesitate before moving to the bed, a downright predatory look in his eyes as he observed the slick and cum already dripping from Price’s hole. Price had stayed on his hands and knees where Ghost had placed him, assuming that was how the others would want him just as well. He was wrong. 

“Gonna feel so good around my knot Captain.” In one quick move, Gaz had shoved Price over onto his back and started to crawl between his legs. His hands were moving in a slow crawl up Price’s bare legs, stopping to squeeze and grip his thighs with twinkling eyes. After a moment, he darted down, licking and sucking at the skin of Price’s inner thighs. 

A short gasp escaped Price’s lips at the sensation, his body twitching as his hard cock brushed against Gaz’s face. A moment later and his sergeant had a hand wrapped around his cock, giving careful tight strokes over the heated skin. Price was still desperately sensitive from Ghost fucking into him so roughly, so when Gaz snuck his other hand from Price’s thigh between his legs to begin prodding and teasing at his hole, he nearly jerked out of the younger man’s grasp with the force of the pleasure that hit him. 

He squirmed under the touch of both of Gaz’s hands, begs and small weak pleas for more leaving his lips as Gaz only continued to kiss at his leg as he tortured him with slow deliberate touches. “Feels good, doesn’t it,” Gaz muttered the words against his skin, and Price nearly shook at the way they seemed to overwhelm him. He let his head fall back against the bed, his hands reached out for any sort of purchase. He found himself gripping Gaz’s shoulder tight, trying to tug and yank at the younger man so he would just get to it and finally fuck him like he so clearly wanted to. 

His nails sunk into Gaz’s shoulders as his sergeant finally slipped a finger inside of him, working it him in a similar way that Ghost had. It wasn’t necessary, he was already well stretched and ready to take Gaz whenever Gaz was ready. It was all a tease, a way for Gaz to draw out the interaction and drive him further into his own pleasure. It was near torturous, though Price did have to applaud his sergeant’s self-control in the face of such an intense rut. 

“Gaz,” he gasped for a moment, arching up into the hand against his cock as the younger man tightened his grip and began to work him over slightly faster, building him to an early release. “Kyle,” he tried again, “fuck, fuck, you need to- oh!” His mouth fell open as Gaz added another finger inside of him, causing his legs to twitch just a bit more. Gaz managed to pin him down with his arms, a smug grin on his face as he looked up at Price’s blissed-out face and met his eyes. 

Cool embarrassment ran down Price’s spine and he could feel his body flush with a wave of heat. In an attempt to save himself from any mortification over his desperation, he let his head fall to the side, diverting his attention from Gaz and instead to where Ghost and Soap were watching the two, their hands wrapped around their own cocks. 

Ghost had moved to a seat across the room, draping himself into it lazily as he worked his cock with slow and steady pumps, his eyes focused in on where Gaz’s fingers disappeared between Price’s cheeks. Soap was a different story. 

Soap looked more desperate than he had earlier, and it was clear to see that his rut was getting to him badly now. His cock was flushed and red, the beginnings of his knot peeking out at the base. He was stroking himself furiously, his eyes raking over Price’s body with an intensity that spoke to the hunger in his eyes and the near-feral way that he was touching himself. He met Price’s eyes and gave him a toothy grin, showing off the sharp canines in his mouth in a way that was a mix of a predatory snarl and an anger-filled growl. 

Price wondered for a moment if Soap would be able to make it until it was his turn or if the rut would overwhelm his mind and force him to take action and try to take his place inside of Price. For a moment, Price’s mind conjured images of Gaz and Soap snarling at each other as they tried to bully their cocks into him at the same time. The mental image pulled a near-pornographic moan from his mouth as his eyes stayed focused on Soap’s desperate face. 

Suddenly there was a stinging pain in his leg, sending a quick yelp from his mouth as he turned to growl at the man responsible for the sudden pain. Gaz didn’t seem at all affected by his angered growl, quickly giving one of his own in return as he pulled his teeth from Price’s leg, a pretty indentation of his mouth left on Price’s skin where he’d bitten. 

He rose from between Price’s legs, removing his hands from where they’d been torturing the captain to instead grip at his hips and yank him down the bed until his hard cock was pressed against Price’s ass. He took a few moments, rutting against him as his hands fumbled with the bottle of faux slick that Ghost had left on the bed. “I’m fucking you right now,” he spoke, his voice lowered into something harsh and desperate. He let some of the slick spill down onto his cock before wrapping a hand around himself to spread the substance with a pleased hiss. “I’m fucking you, not Soap. You pay attention to me.”

With those words, he yanked Price closer, slinging one of his legs around his waist and the other over his shoulder before pushing the head of his cock into Price’s waiting hole. The combination of the manhandling and jealousy had Price feeling almost weak, with a strong desire to just fully submit to the man slowly sliding his cock inside of him crashing over him in waves. He wanted more. He wanted to belong to the other alphas in the room completely and utterly. 

Gaz’s grip on Price’s legs tightened as he bottomed out, his hips never stopping as he continued with slow shallow thrusts of his hips that had Price clawing at his back in desperation, the short bursts of pleasure running down his legs like electricity. “Fuck,” Gaz tilted his head forward with a moan, his chest heaving with the effort it took to hold himself back from just violently fucking into Price how he so desperately wanted to. 

“Feels fucking perfect, doesn’t he?” Ghost chimed in, his hand still keeping a steady pressure on his cock. Price keened at his words, the praise sending a pleased tingle down his spine.

“Like he was made for me,” Gaz confirmed. Another pleased groan left his lips as he started fucking Price in earnest, pulling his hips back just to slam back into him over and over again. Price’s eyes nearly rolled back at the feeling, his nails digging into Gaz’s skin, scratching long lines onto his back as his legs began to shake and pleasure pooled so strongly at his gut. 

Price could hear Soap give a groan from his place next to the bed and based on the scent that was flooding through the room it was clear he was growing impatient. He could hear the breathed-out call of, “fuck,” from the sergeant as Gaz continued to mercilessly plow into Price’s hole, groaning and growling as he did. 

Gaz was less violent than Ghost was, but he was no less talented with his thick cock, fucking Price nice and deep with every thrust and refusing to slow, even as his knot swelled and began making it harder to fully fuck into Price at the pace that he’d set. 

The feeling of Gaz’s thick knot moving in and out of his hole for several moments was enough to have him spilling again, cum splashing onto his stomach as his mind went blissfully blank for several moments, still too overwhelmed with the continued sensations of Gaz fucking into him to fully return to itself. 

“Fuck,” Gaz gave a choked-out groan, his knot catching on Price’s hole and finally locking him fully inside. He didn’t stop fucking Price, not yet, he just kept moving as much as he could. He ran a hand down Price’s face, admiring the lost and desperate look that his captain wore, “I think I fucked his brains out.” Those words pulled a laugh from Ghost and a pleased groan from Soap. 

“Hurry the fuck up, would you?” Soap bit out at Gaz, spilling over his fist for the second time of the night, “I’m going to lose it.” His accent sounded extra thich in the moments and Price could barely focus enough to decipher the words for several moments. Luckily Gaz understood him just fine and gave a pleasure-filled laugh in response as he continued pounding his cock into Price. 

“Don’t worry,” he assured Soap, his eyes turning back to examine Price, “I won’t be- fuck, won’t last much longer.” 

He leaned down then, pressing one of Price’s legs close to his chest in a good stretch, all so that he could let his mouth taste exposed skin. After a moment he let himself press his and Price’s lips together, forcing Price to accept his invading tongue, and the sting of his teeth nipped at his lips. Price gave in rather quickly, allowing Gaz his control and giving a little whimper in return. The noise was enough to send Gaz’s hips stuttering and cum to begin to spill into Price’s waiting hole. 

“Holy fuck,” Gaz buried his face into Price’s shoulder, gripping tight to him as he slowly rocked his hips through his orgasm. Price couldn’t say anything, his body feeling alight with warmth as he felt the success of taking care of another one of his boys flooding between his legs. 

Things were quiet for a moment as Price and Gaz stayed where they were. Gaz’s face was buried in Price’s neck and it only took the older man a moment to realize that the other was taking slow deep breaths of his scent. It only took him another moment to realize that Gaz was also rubbing his cheek against his face slowly and his hands up and down his legs, subtly scenting him. He knew he shouldn’t have let him, but a part of him deep down was pleased with it, so he said nothing and just let it continue as Gaz’s knot began to slowly soften. 

Gaz wasn’t even able to pull out yet when Soap decided that he was done waiting. His scent was thick and made even more prevalent when he took a handful of Price’s hair and used it to bring his face flush to his crotch. It was thick and heady and Price gave a harsh whine as it overwhelmed his senses. 

“Be gentle now mate,” Gaz reminded Soap, his hands stroking lightly over Price’s hips. He hadn’t bothered to take his face out of Price’s neck and instead had just peeked up at the other man. “Don’t want to break him.”

“No,” Soap agreed, slowly rutting his cock over Price’s cheek, “I just want to use his mouth until you can get out of him. Fuck,” he gave a low growl and took himself in his freehand, guiding the tip of his cock to Price’s lips, “C’mon, help me out here.” 

“Open up for your alpha,” Ghost called from the other side of the room. Price couldn’t see his face, but he could hear the amusement in his voice. “Suck him off like a good boy.”

“Yeah,” Gaz agreed, burying his face back into Price’s neck. Price could feel his grin against his skin, “Open up for your alpha. You’re meant to please us aren’t you?”

Price took only a moment before slowly letting his lips fall open, allowing Soap to begin rutting the tip of his swollen cock against Price’s tongue. Price moaned at the taste, but that was soon muffled as Soap used his hand in his hair to guide him down onto his cock, forcing him to take his length further into his mouth, further and further until he was nudging into the back of Price’s throat and forcing him to gag around the length of him. He was quick to pull back after that, but it didn’t stop him from creating a slow rhythm, fucking Price’s mouth with desperate moans, his grip in his captain’s hair almost bruising. 

“Look at that,” Ghost cooed, “he’s fucking drooling.”

True enough, there was spit dripping down Price’s chin as his mouth was used, saliva forming to create a nice slide over his tongue and to his throat. He was doing what he could, sucking and swirling his tongue around Soap’s length, but the majority of it was Soap himself guiding the movement. “He’s fucking good at this,” he groaned and tightened his grip on Price’s hair, forcing him to move faster on his cock. “Could knot his fucking mouth.” 

Gaz gave a laugh at those words, “Best not mate, besides I’m almost there, just a few more moments.” He turned to coo at Price after those words, rutting his hips and still swollen knot into him again, forcing a moan from his lips. The moan was quick to have Soap doubling over, the vibrations from it sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.

“Trying to make me knot his fucking mouth,” Soap growled out, his hips stuttering for a moment before he found his rhythm again. 

“Nah,” Gaz started to slowly pull himself out of Price’s tight warmth, his knot just down enough to allow him to pull out with a pop, his own cum leaking from between Price’s legs. He was quick to reach down and swipe through the mess, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean as he moved out from between Price’s thighs and toward the other side of the room to join Ghost. “He’s all yours, mate.” 

Price could hear the pleased growl that Soap gave at those words and when his mouth was pulled roughly away from Soap’s cock, he could see the look in the others eyes and he knew that he was certainly in for it. Of course, he’d expected at least one of the boys to be this far gone when he finally got to them, but knowing that and seeing and smelling it were two different things. 

Soap grabbed tight to one of Price’s legs, using it to drag him down to the edge of the bed and flip him to his stomach, forcing him to bend over the very edge. His hands ran down Price’s spine, pulling a shiver from his body before, rather suddenly, Soap shoved his cock inside of Price with one harsh thrust. 

The move sent twin groans echoing around the room and, before he even had a chance to adjust to Soap inside of him, Soap was fucking into him with a harsh pace. The sound of skin slapping skin seemed to echo around the room violently and Price could do nothing but take it. 

Soap wrapped a hand in Price’s hair, gripping it tight and yanking his head back so he could drape himself across his back and bury his face into his neck. Feral growls escaped his lips with every thrust of his hips and the sound of them right in his ear seemed to make Price’s mind go blank and his knees grow weak with desire. It felt so fucking good.

Soap was hitting deep inside of him with every thrust, nailing a spot inside of him that had his entire body going weak and an undignified moan forced from his lips. “Yes, fuck, Soap! Again, there ag- fuck!” 

He’d always been good at following instructions, and he proved that now, nailing that spot over and over and forcing Price’s mouth to fall open, steady moans pulling from his throat as he lost any and all semblance of control that he held. Gone was the embarrassment, gone was the hesitation. All that was left was the strong desire to submit. 

Begs and pleas spilled from his lips, pulling delighted laughs and moans from the men around the room, devious grins on their faces as they enjoyed the sight of Soap turning their captain into nothing more than a doll for their pleasure. 

“Our fucking omega, isn’t that right?” Soap growled at one point, a wicked grin on his face. Price didn’t answer at first, unable to form words around the assault on his senses. Soap fixed that with a quick slap to his ass, “Answer me, pretty.”

“Yes!” Price responded, his voice weak and his mind too far gone to realize what he was saying or doing. “Your omega! Yours!” And, to prove it, he bared his mating gland to the men, offering himself up to be taken and mated. Truly made theirs. 

Nothing stopped, Soap kept fucking Price and Gaz and Ghost kept watching. They all knew that Price didn’t know what he was doing offering himself up like that. They had no intention of taking advantage of their captain like that, not when he’d already done so much for them. Not when he’d already submitted to them just for them to make it through their rut. 

“God,” Soap’s hips began to stutter, “I’m going to- fuck!” Without warning, he finished. The last of the alpha’s knots finally fit snugly in place as he spilled his seed inside of his captain. Of course, for several long moments, he was overwhelmed with the pleasure and unable to do anything, but soon he was slouching forward and wrapping an arm around Price’s waist so that he could reach his hard cock. 

He wrapped his hand around Price and gave several tight quick jerks, rather quickly working Price to his third finish of the night and forcing him to spill onto the bed beneath his hips. Soap groaned as the move forced Price to clench around his cock, milking his cock for all it was worth. 

Price was still too far gone, exhaustion and the comedown of an overwhelming high pulling at his bones and forcing his eyes to go heavy. He gave a dissatisfied groan when he was moved off of the bed, but it wasn’t too much of an issue as he was carefully positioned so that he had his legs around Soap’s waist as the other carried him into the restroom to begin cleaning what he could from between his legs and off of his skin. 

Price said nothing as this was happening. He just rested his head on Soap’s shoulder and tried not to blush as the scot muttered words of praise into his ear as he cleaned him. Mutters of how well he’d done, how good of a captain he was, how good he felt. It all rushed through him with a pleasant warmth that made him feel even closer to passing out. 

Soon enough, Soap finished cleaning between his legs and picked him up to bring him back into the room. Even in his addled state, Price could tell that Gaz and Ghost had changed the sheets on the bed. So when he was pulled under the covers of the clean sheets, he felt even warmed. His alphas were so good to him. They were taking care of him so well. 

He was still wrapped up in Soap’s arms, but soon he could feel someone else wrap their arms around him from behind. It only took a moment for Price to identify it as Gaz by his scent. Then there was someone lying on top of him, providing a comforting weight as his eyes began to droop even lower. That weight was clearly Ghost and Price found himself all too pleased to have all three of his alphas wrapped around him at once. 

“Did so good for us, Cap.” Gaz pressed a kiss to Price’s skin and Price gave a contented sigh in return. 

“Took care of my alphas?” His mind was already drifting off to sleep. 

“You did,” Ghost confirmed, “took care of us so well, love. Just perfect.”

Price’s breathing evened out. His mind drifted away into rest, with his last thought being that he was so glad that he was the one to take care of his boys. 

[hawkinsbnbg]

caged bird (love-trap)

Written for ‘fool’ | word count: 454 | rated: M | tags: omegaverse, possessive behavior, mating bite, mildly dub-con on the unplanned pregnancy part | ao3 link | @steddiemicrofic

It didn't mean anything, Steve told himself.

Sure, he spent his heats with Eddie all the time, built his nest with Eddie's clothes, lived under Eddie's roof, and well, fell in love the morning Eddie made him breakfast.

Steve was a fool.

Because Eddie had told him point blank when they first met that the alpha didn't do relationships, much less want a serious one.

Even when they had been waking up in the same bed for years, it still didn't mean anything.

Heartbreak was an old friend, one that Steve wished he never met but still welcomed anyway. And loving Eddie was a bittersweet thing that he couldn't seem to give up.

Every moment Eddie looked at him, smiled at him, and touched him, his heart would break a little, knowing none of that would ever be his.

Even a fool would learn his own lesson, but Steve never did.

He let himself be swept away in the warmth and protection Eddie provided him, and then, he would berate himself for falling too fast and caring too much.

It was pointless, however, when he kept letting Eddie claim him in every sense of the world but the right way.

Steve stared at the positive pregnancy test in his hand and trembled. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to think up something to make the cold dread go away.

His first thought was that he would have to leave Eddie to keep the new life inside him. And didn't that sound depressing?

But Steve considered it anyway because he loved his pup more than anything. And since he always listened to his stupid heart, he intended to do so again.

“Let's end this,” he said bluntly once they were done with dinner.

“End what?” Eddie raised an eyebrow at him.

“End this,” Steve gestured between them vaguely. “Whatever that’s been going on here.”

“No.”

Steve was taken aback at the alpha’s stormy face and flat tone.

“No? What do you mean No?”

Eddie stood up and rounded the table to cage him in his chair. Eyes dark and scent thickened, the man leaned down to whisper into his ear.

“It means you're not gonna leave me after I put a pup inside you.”

Steve’s breath hitched in astonishment. “You knew?”

“I planned it,” Eddie said calmly while holding his gaze. “Remember this: You're mine, now and forever.”

“But you don't do relationships–”

“But I do want a family,” Eddie stroked his cheek tenderly. “And I want it with you.”

Steve bit his lip until he tasted blood. This was foolish. He shouldn't–

“Put the bite on me.”

Smiling, Eddie leaned in to nose at his bonding gland.

And then bit down.

[dvlboy]

no hands -- jing yuan

he is depicted as legal | minors dni | top male reader depicted | warnings below cut

warnings: throat bulge, deephead, sloppy, facials, manhandling, no hands blowjobs,

"you think you can do it darling?" his golden eyes peered up at you, a lazy grin on his face as he nodded, one eye covered by his bangs.

you could feel his teeth grab the zipper of your pants before he slowly pulled it down, the sound unbearably slow. his eye held mischief as he sat on his knees, hands behind his back while he looked at you with a stare that made blood rush below.

you helped him with the button, and jing yuan wasted no time pulling down your pants with his teeth again, softly biting the fabric and tugging each side until they shimmied down your legs. your hands went into his hair, softly combing the bang out of his face and massaging his scalp as a way to urge him on.

jing yuan nuzzled his face into your hardening bulge, before staring at you again. he slowly pulled down your boxers, a blush starting to bloom on his face at the sight of your cock. his hands resisted the urge to wrap around your thighs, and instead he leaned forward, to nuzzle your balls, lightly sucking on them as your cock covered his face, the scent making his brain fuzzy with lust.

you pushed his head closer, until you deemed that it was enough. you prompted him to remove his head by tugging on his hair, but all he did was look at you and shake his head, eyebrows furrowing while he took a ball into your mouth, saliva dripping down his chin. he licked down your balls.

once he finally pulled away, he wasted no time placing his head right against your cock, nuzzling into the flesh before his moist tongue ran from the base, licking the stripe up your cock until he reached the head. his moist and shiney lips peppered kisses on the tip, licking the precum before taking the tip in his mouth, eyes once again returning to you.

sweat dribbled down your forehead. the man beneath you looked too good to be real, the spit, flushed nature and the dazed look on his face made you pulse, and you were sure he could feel the sudden increase in girth as he looked at you with a knowing look, pulling away to lick the glands and the foreskin. jing yuan slowly started pushing your length deeper down his throat

the white haired man groaned when you pushed his head deeper, taking about half before he made a noise of muffled disapproval. "why so slow jing yuan? i know you can take much more than that, with less time." he shot you another furrowed look before pushing all the way down, a noise made in his hallow throat before he pulled away just as fast. it was just a second of shocking pleasure through your system, and you groaned loudly before the sensation was gone.

he was just teasing you. jing yuan knew that he could take you all the way to your pubes if he wanted to, but even though he was on his knees, he was in control.

"m'sorry love.. just a bit deeper?" the softer tone of your voice allowed you to get that head, seeing that jing yuan complied. he took you deeper in, muscles tense and sore from having no hands to support him as he sucks you off.

the hands holding the yellow eyed males head down gripped the base of his pony tail, pulling the tie away from his beautiful locks before you combed through his hair. it would be cute if jing yuan wasn't deepthroating a monster, deep in his throat and blocking his airway.

"you're doing so well my love, so, so well without your hands. you're truly a man of many abilities.." your other hand stroked his cheek, thumb rubbing his skin back and fourth. his muffled whine to your praise sent shivers down your spine and made an amazing sensation to your cock.

while you looked down, you saw movement of his hands. turns out, while he was no hands while sucking you off, his hands were on his cock, fondling his balls and jerking his dick off feverishly.

jing yuans cheeks hollowed around your cock, mouth stretched stupidly wide, tears forming in his eyes. sometimes he would pull away to catch his breath before diving back in, usually licking the spit from your cock before going back in to deepthroat you.

no words were exchanged, just the sloppy sounds of jing yuans throat, your groans and the look of spit, and his tears. his throat game began to get sloppy, and looking down you could see him humping the air rapidly, before he came, momentarily pausing with you deep in his throat. his cum sprayed on your legs and pants, before he breathed through his nose. your hands grabbed his head and repositioned it so he was tilting up, looking at your eyes before you moved your other hand to the base of his throat. you pressed your pelvis closer to his face, your dripping cock dampening his face with his saliva before you swung your hips, the sound of your cock slapping his skin making you pulse.

your cock was placed at his lips, him sluggishly going at it. the fatigue getting to him. his spit was all over him, from the amount that dribbled down his chin. jing yuan could feel the fingers pressing lightly at the base, before he felt your cock push against his throat, bulging it.

an audible groan was heard for you, hasty praise running through your lips as you humped his face, your other hand keeping him firmly in place. feeling and seeing his throat bulge from your cock made you so horny you couldn't help grabbing him in an iron hold.

jing yuan let himself get used, relaxing and letting all the drool, and tears run down his face while he let himself relax in your firm grip. he could hear you mutter something about being close. your thrusts went from deep and hard to shallow and fast. it was clear that you were close, and how you were holding him so hard until your knuckles turned white made him prepare for your cum, shifting in his place on the floor.

one loud, long grunt later and you pulled away, the fingers on his throat pulling away before you exploded on his face. the first ropes sprayed on his clothes as you pulled away, before your hands grabbed his tongue, thumb on the tip as your cock sprayed cum all over his tongue. he could feel you shudder and breath deeply from the hard orgasm, the last few ropes painting his pretty face white, shooting cum in his eyebrows, face and skin before your grip loosened, and your soft cock on his face once more.

both of you guys relaxed for some time, a comfortable silence before jing yuan felt you lightly rut against his skin. he was quick to grab you onto a bed and let his sore throat do the work, but without the soreness of relying on his neck muscles.

[sleepybbie]

(going on anon bc im shy WHEHDHD🫡)

but how about a drabble of like, having a quickie with yingxing in his workshop or something 🤭🤭

bonus point if hes being a tease and kept edging you, forcing you to keep begging even tho he kept denying u anyways :3

𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒚 | yingxing (blade) drabble

a/n: SHSHHSJA I LOVE U SM FOR THIS ISTG (>w<) ♡ since i’m a bit biased (i am) i low-key made this drabble more longer than i originally planned to be ;w; but that shows how i love him sm

yingxing (blade) x fem!reader

warning: smutty drabble below! mentions of past!blade so there’s spoilers too ૮ • ﻌ - ა

you’d be lying to yourself if you say you didn’t enjoy watching your lover work on his weapon forges.

it wasn’t rare to anyone in the xianzhou that YINGXING was a very hard worker when it comes to crafting masterpieces of a weapon, glands of sweat rolling down his forehead to his forearm before wiping it away with ease. no wonder jingliu wanted him to be the one forging the weapons for the high cloud quintet; not only they were easy to hold and durable, but they have a strong impact of slashes that were even hard to destroy.

he gives in a lot of effort to his creations. therefore, he spends most of his time on his crafting table to make sure they were perfect. every weapon he forges, he smiles as he creates a new masterpiece and takes his time.

but how could he forget such a cute darling like you?

if there’s one thing you knew about your lover, is that he likes to tease, make you pout when he gets the chance. it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him as he hammers down a weapon, it wasn’t your fault you find it so hot when he rolls his sleeve down his sweaty arms during the heating process, it wasn’t your fault why you visit his smithy looking so alluring and ethereal in a new short gown baiheng gifted to you in order to show it to him, and it’s absolutely not your fault why the small items from his table (including the blueprints) were scattered onto the ground while you’re being fucked in his workshop.

…this is a different kind of “risky” he’s giving you, a memory that might be in your head for a couple of weeks, or even months because of how good he was slamming his hips onto that spot of yours over and over. you have no idea whether his workshop was soundproof, you’re scared if ever dan feng were to visit him—after all, that high elder often comes in without warning. he finds it endearing, how your soft smile when you entered his forging area was now shifted into a mouth that cries his name on repeat like he just damaged your brain.

he promised to make this quick since he still has some forgery to finish. you don’t want him to be distracted when he’s already so focused, do you?

“ngh..! ha..! ah! y-yingxing…!”

your helpless and breathless mewls just seemed to turn him on more along with the way your hands clawed its way onto his damp neck, pushing your legs further up to wrap around his waist as he fucks into that spot of yours, repeating his ruthless thrusts while he pants heavily over your shoulder. it was sticky, you both were getting sticky; it’s obvious you were close, the pain your nails were digging on his attire was certainly giving a sign. who wouldn’t? his tip penetrating deep inside on your cervix was already enough to send you over the edge.

“p-please…wan…wanna cum..!”

“not until i say so, sweetheart..” he breathes into your neck, taking in that scent of yours like a pervert as he grins, “be obedient and wait for my signal..”

you hated when he does this, so teasing…you’ve been a good girl, right? so why? you teared up a little, and that just riled something inside of him more.

suddenly without warning, yingxing lifts you up off his desk, carrying your body until you back hit the wall, pushing his cock back inside of your sobbing puffy cunt like he was running out of time. he didn’t give time to rub himself in you, he just straight up pushes himself in. yingxing picks up the pace, pushing his tongue into your mouth while carrying your legs, balancing your body in order for you not to fall back from the wall. he’s strong..as expected from one of the strongest in the luofu. you’re full on crying, drooling spill past both of your lips before he pulls away with a smile. he’s close too…you can see it from the way he bites down his lip, blood drawing out, shutting his eyes when you clenched down on him.

now you both were even.

“are you keeping it in?”

“p-please, please, please…wanna…cum, yingxing…!”

“just a little more…i—

he was cut off with a grunt, pushing you back up on the wall after you almost fell down. were you so fucked out from his thrusts it made you unable to hold yourself? he chuckles.

“that was close, huh? as i was saying..just a little more, darling…and then you can cum..”

god, this was unfair. it’s so much..it’s only been a past minute when you both decided for a quick-quick, yet the smithy was a mess with the scent of sex. dan feng was definitely going to question this after..

“c’mon…almost there..” he goes even more faster, you swore your eyes were gouging at the back of your head when it hits that soft spot in your walls over and over, feeling semen spill out little by little, his thrusts sloppier..holy shit, you were seeing the aeons at this point. yingxing had a vice grip over your thighs as he holds you tight, your head bumping on the wall behind you, hard. you could hear him curse underneath his breath.

“y-yingxing, please…!”

“shit…you wanna cum? come, my darling, let’s do it together..”

and with one last thrust, his lips on yours to silence your moans, the coil in your stomach was cut along with his, cum spilling down past your legs as you whined loudly in his mouth—ribbons of his release shooting inside of you, breeding you basically. your poor cunt spills his thick seed, tickling down to his legs and onto the floor. fucking messy, and fucking filthy.

he didn’t dare to drop you while you both catch your breath, after all he didn’t want you to be hurt. yingxing holds you tight, leaving a small mark over your neck as he pulls out, watching his dick soften, along with his release spilling out of you. he thinks you’re pretty, he knows you’re pretty, including with that new fucked our expression of yours. he kisses your cheek, to your nose and on your forehead. he smiles, acting like he didn’t fucked you like a goddamn beast.

“want to buy something with me at the market? i forgot i need more materials.”

this guy…

an: hehe! i love yingxing ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: You damn well knew your heat was coming… it’s nothing your boyfriends can’t handle, though. Pairing: Chinchilla!Wooyoung x fem Bat Eared Fox!reader x Fennec Fox!Yeosang x Several!San Tropes: hybrid au, poly au, established relationship au Genre: fluff, smut Rating: R18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: mxm, biting, predator-prey play, pet names, dry humping, implied heat sex Word Count: 1,044 Note: Merry Christmas @atiny-piratequeen!! I hope you enjoy <3 (and thank you to @kwanisms and @wooahaeproductions for beta reading!!)

“You feeling okay, Kit?” San asks quietly.

You nod, “I’m okay, just feeling a bit clingy.” you reassure as you nuzzle closer to his scent gland.

The ends of San’s blonde mullet tickle against your skin, but it doesn’t bother you one bit. Unknown to you, San gives a glance to Yeosang. The Fennec Fox’s pale tan ears shift toward him before his eyes do. When he does make eye contact with San, he’s immediately aware of what’s about to smack you all in the face. You stay clung to your kitty boyfriend, peacefully buried in his neck and inhaling his scent as much as possible. Yeosang quietly leaves the living room in search of your third boyfriend. Wooyoung, being the only prey hybrid, always made for an interesting dynamic. Despite his status as a prey, he’s absolutely the fiery, playful one in the relationship.

It doesn’t take Yeosang long to find the bubbly Chinchilla. Wooyoung is happily munching on his lunch at the breakfast bar. He immediately knows something is off, though, when Yeosang approaches him.

“What’s wrong?” Wooyoung asks, voice laced with concern.

“It’s just that-” Yeosang is cut off by a whimper coming from the living room.

The two share a look before making their way toward the sound. They hadn’t expected to see you pinned down to the couch with San barring his canines at you. He’s definitely not mad at you. If anything, he’s holding himself back. You have a blissed-out expression on your face. That’s all the other two need to know what’s happening.

“Kit,” San practically purrs out, “You smell so fucking good.”

“San,” Yeosang says with a warning air, “Off. Now.”

San’s eyes flit to the other fox for a moment before returning to you. Your eyebrows furrow in pure desperation. Your fox ears fall horizontally, almost fully lost in your hair. 

“Do you want this, Kit?” San questions, putting just enough space between you so that you can breathe easily.

“Sannie,” you practically whine.

“Use your words properly, Kit.” The kitty purrs again.

Despite San still hovering over you, Wooyoung’s fresh rain scent completely surrounds you. San’s sweet strawberry scent still floods directly into your nose. But, for some reason the scent of Wooyoung’s fresh rain is overpowering both the kitty’s strawberry and the other fox’s pear blossom. Even your own scent is overpowering. Normally, you can’t smell yourself, though, right now, you’re hyperaware of your amber scent. 

“I need you.” 

You let out a low whistle sound that only exemplifies your need. Normally, Yeosang is the only one who can really hear it. With him being another fox, he knows exactly what each one of your sounds means without needing an explanation. He steps closer and squats down to be at your eye level.

“What do you need?” His voice is tender and soft, unlike San’s.

“I need you. Need all three of you. Woo’s scent is so strong, that I know his rut is probably triggered by my heat. Please, I need you all so desperately.” 

A stray tear escapes your eye, and Yeosang wipes it away. Before you can even process the tender gesture, San’s lips are against the scent gland at the base of your neck. You moan at the sensation. His teeth are gently scraping along your throat a moment later, his sharp canines leaving small red marks behind.

Wooyoung joined at some point. His hands are gently brushing through the fur of your tail. His fluffy chinchilla ears are twitching, a habit you’ve noticed happens when he’s focused. Once in a while, he tugs at your tail, making you shudder with need. Yeosang methodically massages your ears and hair, knowing each time he touches your furry ears, you grow just a tad more desperate for them.

“Shall we take you to bed, pretty?” Yeosang whispers lowly in your ear.

“I think she’s just fine right here, no?” Wooyoung adds, hearing Yeosang’s whisper clearly.

You throw your legs around San’s waist before flipping him over and pinning him to the couch. You smirk, displaying your pearly white, sharp canines. Your eyes are dilated, and all you can think about is how desperately you want to use your pretty boyfriend’s cocks.

“I think I’m just fine right here.” You chuckle.

“K-kit?” San stutters out, his strawberry scent spiking sweeter.

“Let me use your cock, pretty kitty.” 

You start grinding against your kitty boyfriend’s clothed member. Small moans and whines escape his lips each time you roll your hips against his tip. You hear a small whine come from your chinchilla boyfriend. First, your ear turns toward him, then the rest of your head.

“Don’t worry,” you smirk, “I’ll use all of you. Use you until I’m satisfied, and you’re all crying, begging me to give you a break.”

“Kit,” Yeosang says with a low warning whistle, “Watch who you’re talking to.”

You climb off of San’s lap and into Yeosang’s. He’s not going down without a fight it seems. His eyes are burning with desire, but he’s trying not to let you get the upper hand. You pepper kisses along his jaw and neck. His pear blossom scent engulfs you so much that you almost forget your other two boyfriends are there. That is, until, you hear a small chitter from Wooyoung. You glance for a moment and see the youngest alpha pressed against the area rug while San nips at his skin and grinds against him. You know they’re both content taking care of each other while you slowly break down Yeosang’s reserve.

After a few wet kisses to his scent gland, you bite it. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to get a rise out of him. Rolling your hips against his, you let out a few whiney sounds, knowing it would get to him quicker. You overhear San chirp lightly, followed by another chitter from Wooyoung. You don’t even look what they’re up to.

“You know you want to let me use you. Don’t you, Sangie?” You tease.

“Kit,” he tries to warn, though, his voice is far more submissive than it was a moment ago.

“Yes?” You nearly purr.

“You gonna use me?” He nearly whines in response.

You chuckle, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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