#abo tw

[live-from-flaturn]

temptation tuesday

rules: share something about an idea you have/something that's speaking to you/an au you'd like to see and are considering writing/etc. etc. Basically anything that is tempting you away from your current wips!

I was tagged by my favorite little miscreant, @just-slightly-chayotic

Well, personally we don't think there's enough cute alpha Kim fics in this fandom, so I've set out to solve that. Also, because apparently I can't write him any other way, Kim is a pathetic, lovestruck wet cat who's desperate for affection.

But... He also doesn't have any idea how flirting works because relationships never really came up in his combat training and Flirting For Info is a totally different monster.

He’s not angry with Kinn, of course, but himself. Kim is the one who’s fallen headfirst into trouble this time. Kim is the dumbass who decided that accepting his favorite professor’s invitation to serve as a guest lecturer would be ‘fun’ and ‘good for his idol image’. Kim is the complete and utter fool who’d stepped confidently onto the campus grounds, totally unprepared for his collision with– 

With Porchay.  It was like his center of gravity had shifted the second their gazes locked from across the lecture hall. What had once been an endlessly expansive universe suddenly narrowed down to a single bright point when Kim inhaled that tangy tangerine scent and saw those dimples – now he’s tossing and turning throughout the night, reaching out and clutching at empty air because something is missing.

Anyway, Kim scares the shit out of Chay by accident while attempting to court him Theerapanyakun (Idiot) Style.

I'm tagging: @eggwars @artemisthehuntress

#idk that many other people in this fandom tbh #come be my friends #anyway #kimchay #abo #abo tw #wet cat kimhan #tag game #feel free to jump on #the abo is pretty secondary to kim being stupid tbh

[cherrykamado]

WARNINGS — dark content. a/b/o dynamics (alpha gyuutaro, omega reader.) stepcest. possessiveness. dacryphilia.

NOTE — this is just to show the world how normal we are along with @kinjuutsu about alpha gyuutaro nii, ofc.

the world needs to know about alpha taro.

but not any taro but taro NII!!!! ALPHA TARO NII!!!

he's so possessive, so so so possessive. he knows he can't mate you, knowing that yall's family would know right away about what you did, so he sticks around you all the time. sticks around all the time to scare any other alpha who wants to approach you, his scent so strong and imposing that literally screams fuck off.

he's always a tease. his teeth barely grazing the place where your scent gland's supposed to be, bites the surroundings and doesn't care that he's leaving a mark that you can't cover — because everyone has to see that you're taken. even if you can't, that you won't be anyone's but his, and his only.

but also he's soft, he's sweet. alpha taro nii who sees his cute omega step sis going insane because she's in heat and she wants no one but taro-nii to take care of him. he will take you by your hips and place you on his lap, cooing at you, maybe chuckling at your desperateness — "s'okay, m'gonna take care of ya," he coos while he pulls your panties to the side, his fingers barely grazing your so hot, dripping folds and he cannot help but to twitch in his pants, his primal need to mate you, to make you his is something that he makes a great effort to fight down.

"let's go slow, nah? can't take it all at once," he brushes a strand of hair away from your face as he rolls his hips upwards and into you, tip of his cock making his way into your unbearably tight walls, walls that quiver around him with need and suckle him in upon first contact.

OH MY GOD his cock is SO BIG, stretches you out so damn well he can have you cumming just by the stretch because you need him so so much. alpha taro nii biting your lip to then kiss you in order to muffle your loud, high pitched moans, so that he swallows them whole instead.

alpha taro nii who indulges into your pussy after a slow ride, fucking your pussy, making it squelch, the scent of your juices dancing into his nostrils and make him wanna lose control. GOSH alpha taro nii who licks the tears from your cheeks, then moving next to your ear until he's growling into your ear, "if ya weren't my stepsis, I would've fuckin' bred your pretty omega pussy already."

#🍒 — cherry thirsts #gyuutaro<3 #stepcest tw #dc tw #abo tw #gyuutaro thirst #gyuutarou thirst #gyutarou thirst

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

hi do you think you could do a story where omega steve takes care of sick alpha billy 🥺 just love the thought of billy thinking steve is being so overdramatic with all his concern and telling him to stop bc he’s supposed to be the one doing the caretaking but also relishing in someone taking care of him in a way he’s never experienced before

Okay so this probably isn't EXACTLY what you pictured, it's more character study than plot, but... It's really fuckin' soft.

Harringrove fluff, A/B/O, established relationship, sickfic

There are many historical Omegan stereotypes that Steve fights tooth-and-nail to disprove on a daily basis. He isn’t dainty, he’s only polite in certain company, he isn’t soft spoken, and he doesn’t simply agree to things for the sake of a peaceful environment. He has the scars and long-healed fractures to prove his physical ferocity, too. 

But there’s one aspect of his nature that he no longer tries to overcome. He doesn’t spend unnecessary energy trying to hide or ignore his caretaker’s instincts, not after what happened at the junkyard.

Steve loves taking care of people. Lucas sprained his ankle during a preseason basketball practice game in eighth grade and his ‘babysitter’ did such a good job keeping him in line that he was back on the court three days earlier than the doctor predicted. It’s a talent the Omega is proud of. He’s really good at making people feel better.

Billy, unfortunately, is not used to being taken care of. He’s always protecting Max (and Steve, though he constantly refutes it to his boyfriend’s face). He’s always working himself to the bone at the pool or apprenticing for a local mechanic to pay for new clothes. Or gifts and dates for Steve. The Alpha has always been a giver and a protector. 

So when he gets sick with a highly contagious Alpha-specific virus in the early autumn and can’t go to school for an entire week, he resigns himself to pushing through it like he usually does. 

But now he has Steve at his side, and Steve makes a world of difference. 

Bowls of warm, delicious homemade soup are pushed into Billy’s hands twice a day, always a different flavor and always fresh. He’s given either oatmeal or toast for breakfast, with tea and fruit if the first half doesn’t upset his stomach. Steve watches him eat and wipes at the corners of his mouth with a napkin – not with an air of disapproval that makes Billy feel infantilized, but with a tender attentiveness that melts the Alpha to his core.

“I love you, but I don’t love finding food in your mustache,” the Omega jokes.

Steve fucking dotes on him all week long. His boyfriend waits on him hand and foot like Billy is some kind of spoiled fairy-tale prince. It’s… It’s really fucking nice, actually, and Billy has no clue how to deal with that realization. 

The realization that he doesn’t have to suffer his way through life, hurting and alone. Not anymore. 

He thanks Steve for every little favor, desperate to communicate just how much he appreciates the kind treatment. Steve’s gentle hands. Billy has to make his boyfriend understand that he’ll do anything for him. He’ll complete whatever task is set to him.

He’ll do everything in his power to make Steve happy, too.

#harringrove sickfic #harringrove character study #harringrove #anonswers #harringrove prompt fill #a/b/o #abo tw #omega steve #alpha billy #sick billy #caregiver steve #fluff and hurt/comfort

[bibblelevi]

i apologize but i need to get this out of my head but- kitty levi fucking kitty reader for hours to the point where he overstimulates himself in the process and he maybe stuffed her like ,,,, three times already and is just rutting into her at this point with jagged thrusts while purring contently with his face hidden on her throat cause her cunt feels so good and he’s just getting lost in the feeling of pain and pleasure—

Kitty Levi in a rut means bending you over wherever you are in the house and milking himself dry using your cunt… and you just let, trembling through your orgasms. The little sounds you make drive him fucking crazy, how they barely sound like moans anymore. Just whiny hums.

#phewww #kitty levi <3 #Levi thirsts #abo tw #hybrids tw

[msfbgraves]

Knights and Pawns

Don LaRusso loves his boy.

Terry sees it in the way the youngster's eyes keep darting back to him, during the ceremony, toasts, dance –the omega almost melts into his embrace – knows from the size of the dowry, the venue, the tenderness of the whispered words before young Daniel joined Terry at the altar.

He didn't want this for him.

Terry knows enough not to take it personally.

Anthony LaRusso probably wanted his son packed off somewhere safe and gated and warm, be it States or Europe, far from the blood money that would have paid for this security. Terry respects that.

It makes it all the sweeter.

LaRusso's name is well earned. He doesn't kill lightly, but when he does, it's never clean. Which is why, had this escalated in a full blown war, many of Terry's men would have died; Terry's not stupid enough to think that he somehow couldn't have met the wrong end of LaRusso's blade himself. But much of Don LaRusso's power lies in his decades long reputation as a peacekeeper. Full on warfare would have cost him much of his support, and even if he won – and probably far more important to the man – it would have cost him his children. Much of his strategy relied on the fact that few would have been crazy enough to risk it, but fuck, Terry likes risk, and so do his people, and the LaRusso Alphas are cut from the same cloth. It takes an Alpha with more to lose to consider this alternative.

And isn't the boy lovely.

There's more who have tried to send him omegas in an effort to defang him. He's returned them fucked out and he himself always ready to tackle business more feral than before. What makes him dangerous, and he knows this better than anyone, is his ability to store the madness until the opportune moment. Hone it, until it shoots lasers out of his eyes.

They say he is part Fae.

So no, he's not about to ravish the boy as he presses a kiss upon his now ringed hand. He enjoys too much how his nipples peak through the white and silver tinged sheer fabric of his shirt, how he can see the faintest outline of the chain on his belly, the jewels dripping to adorn his waist, his hips, his buttocks, the coy nest of hair over his well formed cock, for he is suprisingly well endowed in indeed every sense. Nothing else but a bit of gloss on those lips, the tiniest bit of liner on those demurely lowered eyes.

“Come here my sweet, let me warm you.”

He lifts his head a fraction. “Why do we have to do it today?”

Terry smiles. “Because I want to.”

He bites his lip. “But we have a whole honeymoon.”

Terry laughs. “Come here, little fawn, I don't like asking things twice. Neither did your father.”

He pulls back in response.

“Sit by me,” Terry says, and puts a little sharpness in his voice. “You have all day, and I've held you too, and I don't deserve this.”

He looks at him. “We did nothing to you.”

Terry blinks. The boy takes heart. “We did nothing, and still you threatened to kill us.”

Terry lifts his head. “Is that what I did?”

That pout is adorable. “Yes!”

“Sweetheart.” And now he simply pulls him into his lap, locks him in an arm grip when he struggles. “Sit still or I can't talk to you.”

The boy is more cuddly than he realises, a simple stroke along his thigh and he instinctively nuzzles in closer. “Now there's a good boy,” Terry murmurs. “And I think you're not half as angry with me as you are with him.”

He looks at him, but doesn't speak. “Danny boy,” Terry says warmly. “Is this the first of his promises he didn't get to keep?”

He sees him think. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Then you've been a very lucky boy, haven't you?”

He looks down. “He said I'd get to pick,” he says. “He said they'd get to take me places, and -”

“You wanted a bit more spoiling, did you?” he tickles his side.

“I wanted to be asked!”

“My, my, my,” Terry says. “He loves you very much.” He kisses his cheek. “You lucky thing.”

“Why couldn't you have left well enough alone?”

He pulls him tighter, so it's just this side of uncomfortable. “Daniel Silver,” he says. “We have promised to honor each other today, in the sight of God and the Holy Virgin. I saw it, I was there.”

He looks down. “Sorry.”

“Thank you. And the reason why I have chosen to expand my territory is the same reason why your father has chosen to expand his. To take care of our people.”

“You couldn't do that without my Pop?” he says, a little awe in his voice.

“He couldn't do that without me,” Terry says, again, a little sharply. “Maybe for a few years. But he saw the writing on the wall. Many of the other families don't, not yet, and with your Pop's help, that mistake will cost them.”

“So my puppies,” he says softly. “Will you train them? For the business?”

“If it's in their blood.” He takes his chin. “Look at me, Daniel. I will always take care of our family.”

Daniel looks away. “That's what Pop says. And then he does this.” His eyes fill with tears. “Treats me like a pawn.”

“If he has, he's brought you right to the other side of the board,” Terry whispers. He puts a hand on the boy's crotch. “And you know what happens to pawns there?”

The boy shakes his head, still tearful.

“They turn into queens,” Terry says. “And I will make you my queen, Danny boy, if you'll let me.”

It's the first time the boy looks at him with genuine interest.

Terry moves to stand up, then sits the boy back down on the bed, before kneeling down and taking his right hand.

“Will you be my queen, Danny, love?”

“Yes,” the boy says, a twinkle in his eye. “Yes, good Sir.”

“Then come here!” Terry grins, and sweeps him up once more.

When he puts him on the bed, the boy is laughing still.

#silverusso #mob au #daniel larusso/terry silver #arranged marriage trope #abo universe #abo tw #knights and pawns

[mundanemiseries]

^ would claim to be completely oblivious to it all but

look the catboy's got heat cycles for completely separate (aforementioned catboy) reasons, at least gets that.

#nsft #abo tw #|| v. | 2.00 : DEATH'S AVATAR | a mighty fine grave in the summer thaw || #// #okay shoving my “one verse/timeline for Rae” braincells in a box for a sec but #....Rae'd be a beta send tweet #● | dash games/comms | when you're talking to yourself |

[malxshrine-a]

Okay but it's all fun and games until I get into the duality of a S.ukuna that displays characteristics of both an alpha and an omega because both brothers were one and the other. How the suppression of the one ( because it has become a less dominant gene ) creates a state in which it gets expressed in unregulated, unstable periods that denote a heat. it may result later in a rut to follow. his ruts are far, far more stable.

so an effective, somewhat teansgender abo for Sukuna. there ya go. today in information you probably didn't want to know. HAHA.

#abo tw #tbt

[illbringthechaosmagic]

“Your cycle is fucked up because of all those suppressants you took.” (from Renius to Wanda)

“I had to take them. Otherwise, I would have gone into heat and would have been out of the mission,” Wanda replied, letting out a small sigh. She had taken the suppressants to survive when she had been at home. Now, she didn’t need to take them as much, now she had somewhere safe to live. But she had been needed for the mission and she couldn’t risk it. “I’m sorry Renius...” 

#thebloodychampion #ch: renius #abo tw

[live-from-flaturn]

"I love you AND your soggy little knot."

- My clueless cishet bf (referencing my damp, post-shower hairdo)

#sometimes I just... #abo tw #thats knot how it works #babe please #the boytoy

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

WIP Wednesday: light (💜💜💜💜💜💜)

oooooooooh, you get a snippet from the Feral Billy oneshot :3

When Hopper tries to approach the boy and offer some kind of help moving Steve back to the surface, he’s met with snapping teeth and narrowed blue eyes. The younger Alpha’s arms tighten around his boyfriend’s sagging torso and his fangs glint in the beam of the Chief’s flashlight.

#tee hee #feral billy au #feral billy hargrove #wip game #wip wednesday #harringrove snippet #abo #abo tw

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Nsfw scenarios/hcs for the LADS boys with their MC in ABO!AU (Idl if I wrote this right 😅) please? Like how they marked their mates, how they treated their mates during the rut and heat, etc.

+ Omegaverse, sexual content, alpha boys/omega reader, female reader

General

9/10 possessiveness level

Xavier is the most possessive of the main boys and gets jealous the easiest. He may seem calm about other alphas standing a little too close or talking a little too long to his mate, but the tension in the air is thick and unpleasant. There's a specific eery calmness to his face and falsely polite tone to his voice when he happens to cut into the conversation. He always wants to know the topic of conversation when you talk to anyone who has his suspicion. Xavier suddenly gets a little needier than usual, always trying to figure out a way to draw your attention back to himself. Or, purposely sliding an arm around your waist and holding you close in a silent hint that whoever is talking to you should back off, or he will drop his head against your shoulder, saying he’s tired, and asking you to hurry up so you can go home together,  he emphasizes. His last resort isn't pretty. 

While calm, he has a little of a competitive streak with others, whether that means scoring higher in your hunter team battles or building the largest snowman together. He is competitive for your attention against those he thinks are interested in you; and when he has you alone, he insists on scenting you or mating you. You better be prepared to hide large bite marks or hickeys by the time he’s done claiming you.

Protective Level: 6/10

Xavier has no problem with you running about your daily life. He has confidence that you’re strong and don’t necessarily need much protection. He only insists on coming with for two things: (one) if he’s jealous of the person you’re meeting or (two) if you’re going somewhere to fight on your own.

As long as he’s around, he’s confident that things will work out fine. However, he gets extremely protective when you’re hurt, asking for you to stay behind him, rushing ahead to be the vanguard, and trying to take on the brunt of everything himself. And if you get hurt being rash, prepare for him to be upset with you and insist that you allow him to protect you more.

Scenting

Scent: Fresh Linen

Xavier smells good, but there isn’t something to pinpoint about his scent that is unique to him. Simply put, he smells clean, like freshly dried laundry with a touch of lavender.

Xavier loves covering you in his scent, cuddling and sleeping with you until you’re no longer entirely sure what your scent smells like not mixed with his. He scents your things, like your plushies, before you even need to ask. 

He likes to tease you, asking if you want him to scent his hoodies even more since you take them so much, and he’s always happy to oblige. His first instinct to calm you down consists of three options: scenting, cuddles, and food, in that order.

Mating

Xavier already likes to mate with his partner a lot, like a constant rut minus the attitude that comes with it; always wrapping his arms around you, nudging the back of your neck, and lightly coercing the situation to where he wants it to end up whenever the opportunity shows itself.

In a rut, he’s twice as easy to rile up and much more direct about wanting to be alone with you, wanting to hold you and shove his head into the divot of your neck, and audibly inhaling your scent. You can already feel him against you in more ways than one.

He doesn’t waste his time trying to play games with you during this time, choosing to show you exactly how much he wants you before taking charge. You’re burnt out by his energy when you’re used to him napping right after a round or two. This time he isn’t letting up, but he promises that he’ll treat you so well, promises that he’ll get you there twice in exchange for letting him have one more time, as if you're aren't already overstimulated with jellied legs.

He asks if you're already tired. He'll let you sleep but can he at least squeeze and kiss you while he uses his hand. He promises to clean his mess if it gets on you. He'll be good, he swears, and he's so puppy eyed that you let him.

When he finally is tired, he’ll fall asleep while inside you. His knot stopped swelling a long time ago, but he enjoys your warmth around him as he nuzzles the back of your head.

Xavier does his best to tend to his mate when they’re in heat. He’ll get warm compresses and try his best to cook for you (most likely failing) and offer to nap with you when you’re in pain. He’ll let you use him how you want as long as it makes you feel better, whether that’s using his hands, mouth, or knotting you.

There’s a small bit of worry from him, with the way he asks,

“Where do you need it?” “Like this?” “Are you sure you only want my fingers? It’s okay to ask for more.” “Open your legs wider. You don’t have to be embarrassed. It's only me." "Next time, I'll let you take care of me, deal?

You’re so cute like this, needing and wanting him, but he hates how it causes you pain.

General

3/10 possessiveness level

Rafayel tends to have confidence that he can have you before anyone else, trusting your judgment to take care of yourself. He also has pretty high esteem of himself when it comes to the social world. A few properly chosen words is usually enough to get any seducer to back off. Rafayel can’t believe someone else could possibly think they’d have a chance with you when you have him.

As repentance, he wants you to do things for him after little incidents like that. It’s so exhausting chasing lesser alphas off, after all. Whether he’s serious or not when he says he could use some affection after his omega so cruelly ignored him for another alpha remains to be determined.

If there ever is a time where he feels insecure or jealous, he isn’t above trying to cut off someone’s relationship with you. If it comes to threats so be it, but it will end. It doesn’t matter if it’s from your side or the pursuer. It’s an ultimatum, either him or the other person, but not both.

He has a bigger concern about you not needing or growing bored of him than falling in love with someone else. Otherwise, he tends to have faith in you.

Protectiveness Level: 8/10

Rafayel knows you’re strong. Trust him—a twisted arm and playfights abound—he knows. But you are also bulledheaded and naïve. He worries you might end up getting yourself injured; or worse, killed.

So, he’s observant as always, watching for any suspicious activities with the people you’re around, whether warranted or not. He wouldn’t just do that for anyone, only for his precious mate and also for his precious peace of mind. He tends to operate from the background to not be too overbearing, but he doesn’t mind being the one to step in—to get hurt—if it means keeping you safe.

Scenting

Scent: Beach Sand with a Hint of Citrus

Rafayel smells of white beach sand and tropical fruit. He smells like the first hint of salt air and the ocean breeze and mineral. It reminds you of family vacations and old memories. He insists most Lemurians have scents like these, but his is special! It's the only one that mixes so lovely with yours.

He does scent you when you ask, but he requests that you do the same. It’d be much better for you to scent each other. He loves to tease you when you ask him to scent things for you.

“If you like it so much maybe I should make it into a perfume.” But he’d hate it if you actually agree. “Wait, let’s not be too hasty. A perfume really can’t compete with the natural source.”

Mating

Rafayel dislikes his mating cycle only because he dislikes losing his sense of control over himself. But when you’re there, with your scent clouding his mind, it’s all bets off. He’s so needy and HAS to have you. He feels like he’ll die if he isn’t burying himself in your scent, your presence, in you. He needs to feel your hands on him and isn’t below demeaning himself or being more forceful than usual to get it.

He’ll constantly seek you out, calling you late at night. He has nothing to say. He just needed to hear your voice, just keep breathing for him, he’s almost there. He needs you to come over to his place right now. It’s all your fault he’s burning like this. You need to get there immediately and take responsibility before he goes insane. He's already dizzy and his hand isn’t cutting it anymore.

In person, he grabs your hand, and the look in his eyes is begging in place of his mouth that’s too heavy with pants to talk straight as he savors your touch, desperate and gluttonous. 

“Right there...don't make me beg…just a little bit longer.” “I need to feel you. There. You feel incredible.” “If you want my knot, you can have it. Say you want it for me, and I’ll give it to you. Say it.”

When it’s your turn to go manic, he’s going to have his revenge for all the bullying and petting you did while he was rutting. He’s going to coo and fawn over how much you need him, and make you ask him nicely for his touch, but he’ll always give in to his little mate. He knows what’ll make you feel good, and he’s going to give it to you in due time. He thinks you look so pretty when you’re about to cum, covered in sweat, body tensing, the shallow, quick breaths.

“I wish I could paint you like this, but I don’t want to look away.��� “Do you really want me to breed you that bad? Don’t say you didn’t ask for it.”

Rafayel is going to make sure you have an easy time, clearing out your schedule for you and letting you stay in the studio with him. Thomas' calls are going to go unanswered for a while.

General

6/10 possessiveness level

Zayne is able to get jealous; however, he isn’t one to distrust you. It’s other people he doesn’t trust. He’ll drop hints he doesn’t like something you’re doing, a sarcastic jab here, a polite warning there, and even a “you should be careful of the company you keep.”. He always introduces himself as your mate to ensure there are no misconceptions about your relationship with him.

Zayne occasionally has to remind you that he’s your partner especially when you insist on teasing him and being a brat, poking at that jealous side of his to rile him up. It doesn’t take long for you to get the idea after having him between your legs. It’s really more of a funny thing, seeing him possessive, because he becomes a lot more short-tempered but absolutely refuses to admit he’s being possessive.

However, he calms relatively easy with some reassurance, and he doesn’t care as much if someone likes you after he knows you have zero interest in them. It’s more of an annoyance than something for him to fear.

Protectiveness Level: 10/10

Zayne is always so worried about you. He always has to tell you to be careful, to watch where you’re stepping so you don’t trip, to not drink too much without him there to take you home, and to watch for injuries. It might be a bit of his doctor attitude coming out, but it’s so much worse when it comes to you. You know no one else who adds the weather of the city you’re in to confirm you’re okay.

He’s also protective of your mental wellbeing; he tends to be the rock you rely on. If someone is bothering you, you can tell him, and he’ll be sure to handle the issue immediately.

Scenting

Scent: Bamboo Forest

Zayne smells like bamboo forests, a mix of floral and earthy. It kind of reminds you of him, calm and quiet but strong and solid like the earth. Fresh, green, and slightly woody. It smells like nature.

He scents you when you ask, and he quietly scents you when he wants, always overthinking if it’s something you want him to do or appropriate at a given point in time. It doesn’t take long for him to become better at knowing when you want it, when to leave something with his scent for you when you’re upset, and when to simply cradle you against him. His mood improves exponentially whenever you shove your face into his chest and mumble about how good he smells.

Zayne loves the way you smell. It’s a familiar and comforting thing to have your scent greeting him after a hard day at work. It lets him know you’re doing okay, and he gets worried whenever your scent is off. He can usually tell the slightest changes of your mood, and it makes him agitated whenever you try to pretend you’re fine when he can clearly tell different from smell alone.

Mating

Zayne tries his best to control himself and avoid you during his ruts. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, which leads him to being too restrained whenever he’s with you to the point where you can tell he’s not handling himself well.

It’s going to take a few times to convince him that you can handle it, that he can let go and give you everything before he finally allows himself to dive into his hormones, throw you against the bed, and kiss you hard. It's almost like a completely different side of him. Sure, he could always be dominant in the bedroom but there was always a control to it. Instead, he's instinctive, running off the rush of endorphins to reach the peak he desperately wants to tumble over, harsh and tunnel visioned as he chases the sensation of you clamping down around his knot.

“Hold it there, we’re almost there. You can handle it.” “Let me have you a few more times. Then, you can rest.” “Good girl. You’re doing so well. So good to me.”

During your time, he is meticulous. Zayne knows you almost as well as you know yourself, knows what sweets you like to eat, what positions make you the most comfortable, and tips on how to keep yourself together.

That only works so long, however, and soon he takes a more hands on approach in helping you through your heat cycle. His fingers curled up inside you, pushing that sweet springy spot inside you that has your juices pouring over his palm. He shushes you as you beg for him to give you more and more, to please stop this edging and fuck you already.

He promises he’ll make it good, but he has to slowly work you up first, so you won’t get overstimulated. Then, he’ll give you what you want until you pass out.

“Hold still, or do you want me to stop?” “Does it feel that good? I’ll be sure to remember that for next time.” “See what happens when you follow directions?” “You’ll have your reward soon. Which do you prefer to have—my fingers or my knot?”

Zayne also takes special care of you no matter the situation, making sure to wipe you off and hold a warm rag to your swollen and puffy cunt as he makes out with you. He scents you heavily afterward and lets you fall asleep against him until it all starts over again.

#rafayel x reader #xavier x reader #zayne x reader #lads x reader #love and deepspace x reader #lnd x reader #xavier smut #rafayel smut #zayne smut #adelssmut #notsfw #omegaverse #abo #tw: omegaverse #female reader

[panther-os]

I've decided to turn the Coruwolf Guard AU into an A/B/O au, but slightly to the left.

First! It's just for certain near-human species and their human hybrids.

Second! In-universe, A/B/O does not stand for Alpha/Beta/Omega. It stands for Secondary Sex Type-A, Secondary Sex Type-B, Secondary Sex Type-O. Secondary sex characteristics are called tertiary sex characteristics. The DNA that determines a person's secondary sex is connected to the DNA that determines their blood type, hence it still being A/B/O instead of A/B/C or X/Y/Z, etc. Like with blood type, A and B are codominant and O is recessive. This means there is also Secondary Sex Type-AB. (Intersex people still exist in this AU, btw, bc fuck you, that's why.)

Third! Scent and pheremones still play a role, but "heats" and "ruts" are literally just hormone cycles and during the start of the cycles, people are grumpier and achier and sleep less well. People with secondary A/B/O sexes and uteri also have estrous cycles instead of menstrual cycles.

Fourth! Jango Fett has blood type AO. This means he's an "Alpha" with a recessive "Omega" gene. Because Arla, I'm also giving him a recessive blond hair gene and saying that, in the Kaminoan cloning process, the most common mutation is one that just turns "off" a dominant gene, which is how you get rare "Omega" clones or blond clones, or sometimes both.

Fifth! Regarding cloneshipping and incest - I am a cloneshipper, I don't see anything wrong with that, and communities with low genetic diversity often have different definitions of incest. I'd say, for the clones, partnering up inside their decanting or training batches is frowned upon. BUT procreating with someone with extremely similar DNA to yours does have health concerns for any resultant children. Clone couples who are able to procreate with each other are extremely careful for that reason - Oak, Mask, Flower, and Golden are part of the 1% of kids that come into being despite all parties using contraceptives correctly - and pregnancy loss is, unfortunately, common. Children that make it to term are also often disabled. Yes, this includes at least one of the babies, no, I haven't figured out how yet.

I think that's everything?

I have a list of OCs in this AU and names for Bogus and Sniffer's massiffs, but I'll drop them in a separate post for anyone who's squicked out by the topics in this one.

If my blog is suddenly marked as nsfw, it's because I used the "sexual themes" community label to be safe. I figure better that than having it taken down for the number of times I've said "sex" in this post.

#/incoherent noises/ #coruwolf guard adventures #abo #abo tw #tw abo #pregnancy loss #tw pregnancy loss #pregnancy loss tw #cloneshipping #coruscant guard #citrus warning #sort of

[msfbgraves]

Came across your mob au again and I love the details you've teased out, and the tone of it all.

Daniel being sweet but bratty. And the way you can feel his apprehension at first meeting/being with Terry.

It's implied they don't consummate until the wedding? Was Daniel ever truly scared or more nervous? It's also said that before Terry had simply bedded the omegas and sent them back. What made Daniel special? Was there an "oh" moment?

Consummate before the wedding...? (*Fans self while clutching pearls*) I'm going to have to write the lead up to this, because there's some, in my eyes, funny manipulations going on there. Short answer, no, if Terry wants to escape with his life.

Daniel was scared, yes, because again, it's nice and dandy for his Pop to say 'You can trust me', but he's just broken his trust in this. Daniel understands that he's urged to marry a very dangerous man to save multiple lives, and this is Daniel, so of course he will. Now I think Don LaRusso would not have given Daniel to Terry if he truly feared for his welfare and safety - the man will do almost anything to keep his children safe, that's why he hinted at this deal in the first place. But Daniel is quite shaken that his Pop is not completely untouchable, so what else might be scarier than he thought, at first?

Then again - and this was very subtle - it was not lost on Daniel that when he took a stand in his first meeting with Terry, Terry immediately took his side. He said, "I'm my own person, I don't go by the old world name given to me," and Terry immediately went with it. The very first thing he did was show him respect as himself, not as son-of, if you say it's Daniel, it's Daniel, well, point Silver. Then again, this is a man who is both threatening a bloodbath against your family and respectful of your self - expression so uh, jury's not out. He remained apprehensive.

What makes Daniel special? What he is, who he is, his attitude, those eyes, dat ass, and the fact that Terry likes pretty boys anyway. Yes, there was an "oh" moment, too. I think I'm gonna have to write that down.

#knights and pawns #mob au #daniel larusso/terry silver #silverusso #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #abo tw #daniel larusso #terry silver

[mundanemiseries]

Raven, ending up in some a.bo universe at some point and just...not knowing what the fuck is going on.

#abo tw #|| v. | 2.00 : DEATH'S AVATAR | a mighty fine grave in the summer thaw || #// #prolly the one thing i can throw into this particular discussion hdhfdfg #actually just staring at everyone and not getting it #...i stg that's the premise of a yaoi or a fic or smth on god #● | dash games/comms | when you're talking to yourself |

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@txnichtgut​ asked: Victor was settling well into his position at CEO. It was not exactly challenging. His subordinates knew how well he had worked as their colleague and now he also took over the company. None of them seemed surprised really, although Victor never mentioned the relationship to his father but he supposed they kind of knew from the beginning.

Shaw was out of school by now as well, but Victor had less and less time for the male. Sometimes he'd literally stay in the office for a week or only come home late at night before leaving at 7am again and he often found Shaw sleeping, so he didn't find it in him to wake the omega. It wasn't what he had in mind for their relationship and thus Victor started a new system at work where he would remain in his position but hand down responsibility and work chains. It was a slow process, but he left everything in capable hands, he was assured of that.

Coming home one afternoon, after having decided to take at least 1 week off work (but being able to be called on the phone anyhow) he was surprised to find Shaw wasn't home... Maybe he had found something already? Something he wanted to do? And to think Victor wasn't there to help him or just be mental support had him sigh. That was not the type of boyfriend he wanted to be.

He settled down on the sofa, watching a bit of TV before simply falling asleep on it, dressed in some shorts and a tank top while hugging Shaw's pillow. Yes, he had grabbed it from his room, since it was closer than his own. It smelled so nicely of his boyfriend that it lulled him into sleep easily.

He was lonely.

It was strange and difficult to admit, but it was the truth nonetheless. Shaw had lost count of the number of days he’s spent coming back to the apartment after an evening out to nothing but silence, having to find his own way to entertain himself or turn around and head back out to avoid the stifling quiet. It was starting to feel less like he lived with someone and more like he lived alone... and he hated how it made him feel. Desolate... Abandoned.

He tried his best to focus in on himself. Since graduating, he discovered that he had a deep interest in history and archeology, and thus looked into programs at the college in the city. A future job was still muddy -- the omega supposed that going into those studies would say he wanted to be an archeologist, but he was still wavering in that conviction. For now, he supposed he would simply go towards a degree, and wait until he finished for the next step. ( His professors had already taken interest in him and his potential, saying that he had a unique talent; and had given him lots of extra attention. Despite the sneers he sometimes still received for being an omega in a field with barely any, he was thriving. )

Then there was Live House and the band --- a second home, really. Shaw picked up more and more gigs with them, taking some shifts as a server at the bar as well. He enjoyed the atmosphere --- Live House was a place for art, for music and he couldn’t think of a time where he’s been there in the evenings where it wasn’t bustling with activity. And it was always hype when he played with his band.

It was all things that in the past he would of loved to relay to Victor... but now he wondered if he was aware of any of it. If his mate even knew that he played bass in a rock band called ‘Isolated’, or that he picked up work just to have something to do at Live House. Probably not... And then the lonely feeling came back all over again.

It’s been months. Shaw wasn’t sure if he could keep going like this... But he knew it wasn’t Victor’s fault. He knew this would be a possibility with his job, especially moving up to CEO, but...

Shaw released a long sigh, leaning his head against the door for a beat as he gathered the energy to enter the door of the apartment; half expecting the dark solitude he had grown depressingly used to, but...

Wait.

He lifted his head, brows furrowing as he smelled again, more deeply, before realizing that it was Victor’s smell ... he was back? It was remarkably early for him to be home from the office, and brows furrowed in suspicion before he’s unlocking the door and opening it slowly, as though expecting a trap.

But there he was.

Shaw paused at the doorway, staring at the back of his head before he’s closing the door gently. It was a rare sight, seeing the older man anywhere near the apartment before midnight during a workday, and he wondered if this was some sort of trap. If this was a bad omen or something.

Amber eyes narrowed before he’s moving across the floor towards the back of the couch, leaning over to peer at him before noting that he was asleep.... figures, with how much he worked. There was a part of Shaw that wanted to awaken him... but he held back. The alpha was probably only resting for a bit before he had to go right back to the office. A sigh escaped his lips as he took a step back, before turning to make his way to his room instead. He’ll leave him be.

#txnichtgut #v; ( tbt ) #abo tw #; ( answered ask ) #;q