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ircn-mvn · 2 months

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Alpha/Alpha 2

tw: omegaverse, mental health

Kakashi was frozen where Iruka had stopped him. He could breathe again. Or at least, it felt like it. Before Iruka used his alpha voice on him, all that seemed to pass his throat was a growl. However, the sudden intake of air also made it easier to think. Kakashi had flashbacks of everything that had happened since he went through Konoha’s gates. It wasn’t pretty.

Kakashi knew he hadn’t been doing too well since the dismantlement of Team 7. It was the third time he had lost a pack. Neither his instincts nor his brain had been able to cope properly.

He had been overly aggressive for months. He never felt safe anymore. His paranoia and loneliness were at an all-time high.

But Iruka made him feel safe.

It made no sense. It wasn’t as if they were particularly close. And more importantly, Iruka might have an unusual job for an alpha — taking care of kids — but he was still very much an alpha. Kakashi should have wanted to tear his throat apart the same way he had gotten so damn close to doing to Tsunade and every other alpha he had come across.

And yet, Kakashi felt a deep need to please Iruka.

The only reason he wasn’t showing his neck to the sensei was all the other alphas around them. The latest were also why he still felt distressed and was — barely — holding back a whine.

When had he turned into an omega? He didn’t have an extended education in Secondary Genders but he was pretty sure he — an alpha — wasn’t supposed to be fantasizing about the things he was currently thinking about.

Like having Iruka blanket him with his scent for example.

* * *

Iruka didn’t know what he was doing. He wasn’t a leader, nor particularly dominant. That was why he was so good at his job and hadn’t pursued a similar career path to his peers. And yet, despite his fears, he was more than decent at shouldering responsibilities.

He moved slowly, ridiculously slowly, toward the other alpha.

Kakashi didn’t react other than following him with his gaze.

“Kakashi?” Iruka called.

No response. Great.

“It’s going to be okay,” Iruka added.

Platitude, he knew it, but couldn’t think of anything better to say. Especially as he moved closer and started to get hints of Kakashi’s scent. None only his blockers were failing, but he was clearly in a state of distress.

Surprisingly enough, Kakashi’s scent wasn’t completely unbearable. It wasn’t pleasant. The other alpha was distressed after all, but it didn’t so much make Iruka paranoid than it made him want to envelop Kakashi in a warm blanket and, even crazier, with his own scent.

Iruka hesitated when he got at arm's length. He couldn’t help but think about a few of the many, many, ways Kakashi could kill right now if he wished to.

Except that was when Kakashi whined. Straight up whined. Like an omega.

And Iruka’s arms were around the other alpha before he could think better of it, bringing their bodies together in a comforting embrace.

Kakashi took a loud intake of breath, his head lolling forward into Iruka’s neck.

Iruka tensed for a moment before he realized Kakashi had also completely exposed himself in the movement. He relaxed slightly but kept a firm stance as Kakashi trusted him to carry more and more of his weight.

Iruka got lost in his thoughts for a while. Kakashi was starting to smell like pine resin and something that reminded the sensei of stormy weather rather than mud on a battlefield. He liked it.

“Well that happened,” Genma mumbled from somewhere behind them.

Iruka almost jumped out of his skin. He had forgotten about the others.

It wasn’t the only thing he hadn’t been paying enough attention to: he could feel Kakashi’s nose — not his mask, his actual skin! — against his left scent gland because Kakashi had somehow gotten rid of his face cover and Iruka’s patch.

“Kakashi?” he tried again.

“Alpha?”

Barely a whisper but still so wrong. Iruka peeled himself away, slowly, carefully. And Kakashi whimpered. Thankfully, Iruka’s scent had — somehow — turned him into mush otherwise, there was no way Iruka would have been able to manhandle him to his liking.

Iruka got a hand in the other alpha’s hair to bring his head up and Kakashi didn’t fight him also he looked defeated… Iruka’s eyes widened as he took into Kakashi’s full face. He quickly brought the other’s mask back up.

“I’m sorry,” Iruka said.

Kakashi didn’t seem to mind, nor even register his words. His half-leaded eyes focused on Iruka’s neck.

“What happened to him?” Iruka asked finally. He didn’t move but threw a glance at the others above his shoulder. “Was he drugged?”

“Not that Tsunade can tell,” Asuma replied.

He was still as tense. All of them were. He couldn’t blame them.

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littleohs · 5 months

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HUVY: SHOULDN'T BE LIKE THIS

"I DIDN’T KNOW IT COULD FEEL LIKE THAT"

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They were just two alphas in love, sharing intimacy in a bedroom, there were no chances of it going wrong.

Right?

Louis smiled, releasing a rose at Harry's comment. Neither of them were experts in bed, but they sure knew what they liked to do in it. He bent down to kiss the alpha's lips, quietly and wetly trying not to pull at the knot. It had taken so long for both of them to learn to knot that they made good use of the few moments their anatomy gave them to deposit love in their hearts. But the nebula of the orgasms were too hard, their aromas were all over the room that their minds were blind ande their noses didn't work enough to realize that there was someone closing the door, entering with a cellphone in hand and laughing so hard. They actually didn't know.

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owl127 · 8 months

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I would love to see alpha Lexa a bit self conscious about being on her hands and knees for Clarke. Also she could be embarrassed about asking Clarke if she can wrap her legs around Clarke's waist if they're in missionary. Basically Lexa learning how to bottom for Clarke 👀

That really inspired me, anon. Thanks!

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Lexa’s thighs trembled as she lowered herself to the floor, her left knee popping as it hit the soft carpet of Clarke’s room.

A cool thumb touched the side of her lips and she opened them, but Clarke didn’t push it in, holding her chin instead.

“You don’t have to do this,” Clarke said in the darkness of her room, the soft early night rain splashing against the closed window.

Lexa shook her head. “But I want to.”

A thin ring of blue was the only light in Clarke’s dark eyes. “You don’t have to do this only because I do it for you.”

Lexa felt the skin between her eyes tighten at her frown. “I don’t do things only because you do them too.”

Clarke smiled, cupping Lexa’s cheek in surrender. She spread her legs on the bed, leaning backwards. Her erection bobbed between them, thick and angry red. “I’m not challenging you. But I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Lexa swallowed her pride, closing her eyes. Clarke’s hands were always so warm, with a soft, caring touch to her face. But Lexa was scared. She didn’t want to disappoint, and Clarke was so good at oral, and now she was afraid she would pale in comparison.

“Can—” Lexa cleared her throat, steeling herself and opening her eyes to find desire in Clarke’s face. “Can you tell me what to do?”

“Oh, darling.” Clarke sat up straighter on the bed, her knees engulfing Lexa’s shoulders. “I’ll do anything you want.”

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The hand on Lexa’s waist burned as it tightened its grip. Lexa breathed slowly, her entire body shaking as she buried her face in Clarke’s pillow.

She wanted this; she had asked Clarke for this, and she thought she was ready. But as Clarke finally slipped in with a broken whimper, Lexa was nothing but overwhelmed. Everything tightened like it had never been before. Her blunt nails hurt against the sheets, her skin itched, and the air was suddenly thin.

“Stop, stop,” Lexa mumbled under her breath, wiggling against the heated body behind her. She didn’t wait for Clarke, turning and ignoring the searching hands as she escaped to her en suite bathroom. The door locked with a low click. Her legs trembled as she sat on the closed toilet lid, and muscles she didn’t know she had were complaining and begging to be sore. Hard and leaking, her erection mocked her.

“Lexa?” Clarke asked with a shake of her voice. The following knocks on the door were fast, almost desperate. “Talk to me. Are you okay?” The doorknob rattled once.

Shame rose to Lexa’s cheeks, and she bit down on a sob.

“Do you want me to go?”

Lexa hated how small Clarke sounded. Either way, she didn’t reply.

It was close to an hour later when she opened the door, hoping to find her empty bedroom. Instead, sitting on the floor with her back against the bedside, Clarke looked up at her with red, puffy eyes. It made Lexa feel better and worse.

Clarke stood up and took a step closer, but stopped, pulling her arms back. The hesitation hurt, and then it hurt more because Lexa knew it was her fault.

“Can we just cuddle?” Lexa asked, avoiding pleading blue eyes.

Clarke nodded so fast her curls bounced, and Lexa hid under her girlfriend’s chin.

“I’m sorry,” Lexa whispered to a little freckle on Clarke’s neck. “I thought I was ready, but…”

“Did I hurt you?”

Lexa looked up to see tears on Clarke’s cheek. It downed on her what Clarke must be thinking, and she felt like crying, but it came out as an irritated snarl, and Clarke flinched.

“No, babe, no, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. I was overwhelmed.”

“I thought I had hurt you.”

“Fuck, Clarke, I’m sorry.” She melted into Clarke’s trembling arms. “I’m embarrassed.”

“We don’t have to do it if—”

“I’m embarrassed that I can’t take it the way you can.”

Clarke hugged her tighter, her warm hands rooming over Lexa’s back. Her touch was soothing, and Lexa took a deep breath, finally relaxing.

“We can start slow, babe,” Clarke said and kissed Lexa’s cheek. “We have all the time in the world.”

Lexa guided them to the bed and turned to let Clarke be the big spoon. She gasped when Clarke pulled her close.

“Clarke? Are you still hard?”

Clarke cleared her throat. “I kind of panicked when I thought I had hurt you, but I guess that half a second inside you will get me going for a while,” Clarke confessed from the protection of Lexa’s nape.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Lexa felt Clarke swallowing. “You’re sensitive. Let me use my mouth on you.”

The moan Clarke breathed on her skin was enough of a reply.

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It started as an argument.

Between the two alphas, arguments sometimes escalated to yelling, and then snarling, and finally, a hot, apologetic and anger-infused make out.

But Lexa wouldn’t let this one go easily, even if Clarke’s tongue worked marvels inside her mouth.

They had been to another of Anya’s obnoxious parties, chilling on the front porch with Clarke’s friends. A girl that later Lexa discovered was in the class Clarke TA’d, approached them with a smile Lexa immediately disliked.

The girl was insistent, Lexa had to give her that.

She flirted with Clarke in front of her, and while Clarke politely declined any suggested offers, Lexa intervened when the girl touched Clarke’s thigh without consent.

“Whoa, why do you even care?” the girl had asked with cheap alcohol in her breath, a sly smile as she looked Lexa up and down. “You’re an alpha.”

“I’m her girlfriend,” Lexa spit between gritted teeth, anger warming up her belly. Or those two shots of tequila, either or.

The girl stared Lexa down and laughed, high and sickly sweet. “But you’re an alpha. You can’t give her what I can.”

Before Lexa could react, Clarke, always the ambassador, stepped between them and said something that made the girl walk away with a mumbled “whatever.”

The fight unfolded after that, leading to the arguing in the car, the yelling outside Clarke’s apartment, and now the sweaty hand inside Lexa’s underwear.

Their clothes fell in batches, pools of polyester and cotton leaving a trail to Clarke’s bed. Clarke breathed hard as her back hit the mattress, her legs spreading to cradle Lexa between them. But Lexa shook her head, one hand firm on Clarke’s chest.

“I’m not going to fuck you.”

Clarke’s frustrated whine would be comic if it wasn’t for the desperate glint in her eyes. “Babe, I told you that I had never talked to that girl—” Lexa’s hand on Clarke’s throat cut her off. Not enough to choke, but more than necessary to shut her up. Clarke swallowed hard, and Lexa watched her pupil dilate.

“You’re going to fuck me, and you’re going to do it like you fucking mean it.”

Clarke swallowed again, nodding, and her dick throbbed against Lexa’s abs, earnest and leaking.

“Good.” Lexa let go of Clarke’s throat and allowed the other alpha to switch their positions. She hoped she sounded more assertive than she felt, but after many slow, patient times, Lexa was ready to feel Clarke letting go with her.

It was an understatement that neither would last the moment Clarke entered her, the arguing and the anger forgotten as Lexa clung to Clarke’s back. Her thighs trembled open, and Clarke kissed her chin and helped her lock them around her waist. She didn’t move at first, hovering over Lexa as they shared wet, deep pulls of air until Lexa nodded, Clarke’s long curls sticking to her forehead.

There was no warning as Clarke set a rhythm of shallow and fast thrusts, her headboard hitting the wall at a relentless pace. Lexa whined and held on, enjoying the way Clarke’s soft belly teased the head of her cock at each thrust. She pulled on blonde downy hair at Clarke’s neck, and Clarke growled, pulling Lexa’s hips higher and deepening her reach. Her broken, pitiful whine would embarrass Lexa if it didn’t feel so good.

“You ok?” Clarke panted between the sharp pumping of her hips and Lexa nodded, scratching the blonde’s back.

“Don’t stop.”

“Anything for you,” Clarke promised and pulled back enough for a messy, tech-clashing kiss, and found her spot on Lexa’s neck to keep fucking her silly into the bed.

Lexa didn’t know how long she could take that, with her legs already burning in protest, but she wouldn’t have to; she felt her climax climbing its way from her center, and instead of pursuing it, she let it come to her, surrendering any amount of control and letting Clarke do the hard work.

And God, she did it right.

Lexa dug her nails into supple flesh as a warning, gasping a single “Clarke” into the panting girl’s ear before throwing her head back and coming silently at first, her mouth open in a mute scream as she made a mess between them. The scream finally came along with the blackening of her vision, a moan loud enough to echo in the small bedroom.

Clarke moaned with her, her thrusts vigorously increasing in pace as Lexa trashed under her, and there was no more constant rhythm or pace, just a messy grinding and clash of wet flesh as Clarke came with a whispered confession of “better than any omega.” Lexa moaned all over again at that, adding to the growing mess between them.

“I love you,” Clarke said after controlling her breathing, brushing Lexa’s hair from her face. “I love you, Lexa. I love everything about you.”

Lexa kissed her forehead, and they both moaned as she fluttered around Clarke. “I love you too.”

Clarke nuzzled Lexa’s ear. “Do you know what I told that girl before she left?”

An involuntary snarl crossed Lexa’s lips at the thought of the nosy girl from the party. Clarke kissed it away with a chuckle. “I told her she could never fuck me the way you do.”

The growl that left Lexa’s lips was now playful, and she flipped them over, moaning as Clarke slipped out. “What about I remind you of that?” Lexa said breathlessly, leaning down to bite Clarke’s lip.

“Please do.”

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caeseria-k · 3 months

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I've written a new fic! Please give it a read and leave a comment if you enjoyed it 😊

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cavalierious-whim · 3 months

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Making Eyes and Pheromones (NeuWrioLette)

Part of 'by the strange pull'.

Neuvillette has a rare urge to mark up Wriothesley for the entire public to see.

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There is little that bothers him and yet, today, the sight of Wriothesley's open collar drives him mad.

Neuvillette stares, his gaze washing over Wriothesley's form. Handsome, he’s always so handsome with that damnable crooked grin, and the slight hunch of his shoulders as he leans down. But his collar—it’s open more than usual, an extra button undone.

Wriothesley scratches at the skin on display idly, looking over a stack of papers that a Garde just handed him. Neuvillette tracks the movement like a predator, like Wriothesley is his—

“If you take a picture it may last longer,” drawls Sigewinne from Neuvillette’s side.

He startles, and when he meets her face, Sigewinne shoots him a grin that just knows—knows that he doesn’t want her to know, knows things that shouldn’t even be thought of. Neuvillette pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath. “Miss Sigewinne—”

“Oh don’t you Miss Sigewinne me, Monsieur. I know the look of an alpha in—”

“I beg of you to not finish whatever it is you’re about to say.”

Sigewinne does so anyway. “In desperate need,” she says, just a little too loudly.

So rarely does Neuvillette’s alpha flare in his chest but Miss Sigewinne comes close to coaxing it out. “Miss Sigewinne,” he begins, only for her to talk right over him.

“I get it, you know? One handsome guy pines for the other handsome guy—”

“Sigewinne.”

“—A little keyed up. Hot and bothered. And look at him, all that skin on display.” Sigewinne laughs and waggles her eyebrows. “You know if you wanna sneak off to his office I’m more than willing to cover for you.”

“I do not want to do that. I will not do that,” replies Neuvillette tersely.

“Oh boo,” sighs Sigewinne, visibly deflating. “You’re no fun.” Then she reaches up and punches at his bicep. “Still, you’re making eyes and pheromones. Get all of that under control, even if it’s some like necking or—”

Neuvillette turns away and leaves before he can hear the rest of what Sigewinne says. Absurd. Absurd. He doesn’t need Sigewinne’s unwarranted relationship advice and yet—

His eyes still linger, tracing the edge of Wriothesley's collar, sweeping over the swell of his pectorals and down the line of his collarbone. He sighs again, quietly reigning back the instincts that rage through his veins, and everything seems to fall back into place.

At least until a pretty little thing rests her hand against Wriothesley's arm.

Wriothesley falls against his desk with a thud, legs spreading the moment Neuvillette slips close. “Sweetheart—”

“Don’t,” hisses Neuvillette, shoving his face into the crook of Wriothesley's neck. He inhales deeply, choking on his scent, drowning in the smell of leather, tea, and machine oil. This is what he’s addicted to, this is what he craves.

“Hey.” Wriothesley tilts immediately and without question, the line of his neck on display. His fingers curl into Neuvillette’s hair and he tugs. “Are you okay?”

“That woman,” murmurs Neuvillette, nuzzling sweaty skin, chasing with a forked tongue for a taste.

“Woman? Neuvillette, what woman?”

“The one who got a little too close.”

There is a pause as Wriothesley considers this. “Roselin? The Garde? My subordinate? Neuvillette, she isn’t—”

“I know that she isn’t. Wriothesley, I’m no fool, I know that you don’t—” Neuvillette groans softly. “I’m better than this. You know it, I know it. But I can’t help it, I can’t—” He’s so frustrated.

Wriothesley laughs, cradling Neuvillette’s cheeks in his palms. “Neuvillette.” He pulls back and tugs on Neuvillette's face to look at him. “What do you need?”

“You,” replies Neuvillette, turning to nip at one of Wriothesley's thumbs. “I can smell her on you—”

“A travesty.”

“You don’t smell like me—”

“Oh, that’s even worse.”

Neuvillette frowns. “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you,” laughs Wriothesley, thumbing over the arch of Neuvillette’s cheekbone. “Tell me, baby, what do you need?”

There are a thousand things that Neuvillette needs, that his alpha needs. Arousal bleeds into his veins, coursing through his being like the high tide chasing the moon. Neuvillette rarely desires a claim—but oh, he needs to claim Wriothesley, to sink his teeth into his scarred flesh and taste it, to mark him up for everyone else to see and know.

“Sigewinne—”

“Are you seriously mentioning her right now?”

“—said that I should take a picture and that it would last longer. But Wriothesley, a picture isn’t enough. I need for you to bear my marks, to wear my claim if you’re going to be so openly… brazen.” He teases the edge of his collar with his claws.

“I lost a button,” explains Wriothesley.

“You could have changed into a fresh shirt, beloved. Your closet is right over there.”

“I could have,” he agrees.

Neuvillette’s gaze sharpens. “Oh,” he breathes, tilting his head. “This is on purpose then? All with the intent to tease me?”

“More like treat you.”

That makes Neuvillette’s chest rumble with pleasure. His mate has spent the entire day putting on a display for him. That—yes, that is satisfying. He leans close again, pressing his nose against Wriothesley’s nape and purrs. “What a good boy,” he says against his skin. “What a good mate.”

Wriothesley stiffens in surprise, and were Neuvillette in a better mind, he’d realize he’s never said that aloud, but at that moment he’s thinking of other things like sinking his fangs into Wriothesley’s scent gland, or sucking as many marks as he can into his scarred flesh.

“Go on, then.” Wriothesley presents himself so readily, so easily. His scent is placid and full of arousal. He wants this too, his fingers curling into Neuvillette’s hair to tug him close as he goads him on. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, “I’m all yours.”

Neuvillette has such a love-hate with the pet name, but he drinks it up here. Wriothesley's skin is hot underneath his mouth. He drags his fangs across scars and the thick leather cording of Wriothesley’s choker. Down to where his collar hangs open, trailing suckling marks the entire way.

Wriothesley moans. His legs spread eagerly and Neuvillette slips close, hands falling to Wriothesley's hips to yank at them. Wriothesley is hard. Neuvillette trills, smiling against him as he palms at his cock through the stiff fabric of his clothing. “You smell divine. You feel divine.”

“Needy,” says Wriothesley with a click of his tongue, hips rising to rub his erection against Neuvillette’s. “You must be a certain way to accost me here.”

“I already told you what I need.” Neuvillette’s teeth sink deep enough to sting, latching into the meat of Wriothesley's collarbone. “But for you to offer it up so easily? Mhmmn.”

Neuvillette’s alpha flares, drunk on the tangy scent of Wriothesley's arousal. The friction is to die for. He tugs Wriothesley's shirt from his trousers and settles the flat of his palm against the searing heat of Wriothesley's back. A moan gets caught in Neuvillette’s throat as he bites his way back up the column of Wriothesley's throat, delighting in how the muscle twitches under his mouth.

Wriothesley catches his free hand, causing Neuvillette to let loose a soft snarl. “Hey, easy there,” he says, tugging that hand down to his crotch. “I just want you to touch me.”

Just like that, all those terse instincts bleed away. “Yes,” says Neuvillette, nodding against Wriothesley's temple. “Yes, yes.”

Wriothesley undoes his trousers swiftly, lifting his ass to shove them down around his ankles. Neuvillette is quick too, wrapping his fingers around his cock, stroking it from base to tip.

“Oh, fuck—”

“Beloved,” says Neuvillette, nipping at the line of his shoulder, right where his collar is pressed open. “All I want is for everyone to know that you’re mine.”

Wriothesley whines as he strokes his length again. “Yeah, yeah.”

Neuvillette squeezes the head and thumbs across the tip, spreading the precome, all the while sucking at his neck with a groan. “Wriothesley—”

“Mate,” says Wriothesley, “that’s what you said. You should—”

“I’m not biting you here.” Even if he wants to, even if Neuvillette is desperate to sink his teeth into that scent gland as Wriothesley writhes against him. Oh, the desire is there. He needs that—Sovereigns, he needs that. Another time and place. “I’ll sequester you,” he murmurs, the words dripping with heat. “I’ll mark you and you will not be allowed to leave my bed for days. We’d—”

Wriothesley covers the hand Neuvillette has on his dick with his own, squeezing it tighter. Fingers lock together and Wriothesley guides him to stroke his length harder, faster. “Like that,” he whispers. “Fuck, yeah—”

Neuvillette bites him, truly bites him, teeth sinking deeply into the juncture of Wriothesley's neck and shoulder. Right next to where his scent is the strongest. So, so close to that gland that begs to be taken. And then Neuvillette unlatches and sinks them down again, and again, and again.

Wriothesley goes taut against the desk and comes, spilling all over their hands. His other hand is curled around Neuvillette’s neck, holding him there against him, lax and so, so—

Neuvillette falls in love with him more with every subtle display of submission. For Wriothesley it isn’t submission, it’s trust, freely given. He craves this too, Neuvillette’s closeness and claim, and he sighs softly as Neuvillette strokes him through that blinding orgasm.

Blood wells from the bite marks, and Neuvillette laps at them, moaning as he tastes metal and brine. He could drink it up and thrive on it. His own blood pulses as he thinks, Wriothesley, Wriothesely, Wriothesley.

Wriothesley is gentle as he pets Neuvillete’s hair. “Better?”

No. Yes. Maybe. His alpha has calmed, at least, appeased for the moment as he leans back and looks at his work. Neuvillette thumbs over teeth marks and purpling skin. “I… apologize.” He should know better, behave better.

“For what?” Wriothesley laughs and pulls Neuvillette forward by his cravat. “I do think I begged for you to take what you wanted.”

Neuvillette’s anxiety creeps him when he remembers a very specific utterance thrown out in the heat of the moment. “Wriothesley, we should talk about—”

“It’s not like I don’t know.” Wriothesely cups Neuvillette’s cheeks and drags his lips towards his. “We’ll talk about it later, though, not here. Can I have a kiss, please?”

He makes it so easy. Neuvillette’s worry sloughs off him like old scales when Wriothesley's face tilts up to press their lips together. Sweet and lingering despite their natures. Wriothesley laughs against him, teasing Neuvillette’s skin with the pad of his thumb. When they part to breathe, Wriothesley asks, “How bad do I look?”

Neuvillette clears his throat and pulls at his collar, embarrassed.

“Oh.” Wriothesley's mouth curves into a smirk. “That bad, huh?”

“It will certainly… make a statement.”

Wriothesley hums. “Plus your scent all over me—”

“It’s not as though we are a secret.”

“Well, no, but—”

“I wanted it. I am not…” Neuvillette chuckles, tugging at Wriothesley's collar. “This damned collar. I’ll have nightmares about it for days.”

“Nightmares? Or nightmares?” Wriothesley waggles his eyebrows. “Speaking of, you didn’t—”

“Later. You owe me dinner anyhow after postponing the one earlier this week.”

Wriothesely gives him a fond look, something soft and crinkled that pulls at the edges of his eyes. He kisses Neuvillette’s knuckles. “Alright. Tonight. In the meantime—” Wriothese then winces, remembering something. “Sigewinne.”

“It’s her fault. Blame her for this when she demands to bandage you up.” Neuvillette strands properly, and steps away, leaving Wriothesley leaning against his desk, still half-naked and with his dick out.

“I won’t let her,” says Wriothesely as he tugs his trousers back up. “I want others to look. I want—” He swallows underneath Neuvillette’s heated stare. “Point is I want the same thing.”

Neuvillette’s old dragon instincts chur, pleased. He lets himself steal one last kiss before leaving.

Outside, Sigewinne shoots him an offensive smirk, to which Neuvillette allows himself the rare indulgence of giving her a rude gesture in return.

#Cavalierious Fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin #omegaverse #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #alpha/alpha #wriothesley/neuvillette #neuwriolette #by the strange pull #neuvillette/wriothesley #genshin smut

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liuwithheadcanons · 1 year

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Y’all would Alpha4Alpha and Omega4Omega couples be considered lgbtq+ in omegaverse even tho they’re different primary genders or what

#a/b/o dynamics #non traditional a/b/o #a/b/o #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o universe #omegaverse #omega verse #omegaverse au #alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha/alpha #omega/omega #omegaverse worldbuilding

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the-mariachi-96 · 9 hours

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Alphas against nature.

When both Alphas saw each other they immediately wanted to rip out the other's neck.

When Azula ignored Katara to pursue the Avatar, Katara immediately became angry with jealousy, but pretended not to know for whom.

When both Alphas were alone fighting, they knew it wasn't a mistake to mark each other, but they pretended it was.

Both Alphas can't help but get excited at the idea of dominating another, or letting themselves be dominated.

When they had their routine, the only name that came out in whispers and grunts was each other's.

When they hurt each other in war, their hearts ached for doing it.

When Azula had her mental breakdown, her Alpha couldn't help but cry.

At the asylum, Azula punched Katara, yelling at her to leave while her Alpha simply stood still as a rock, refusing to leave.

The first to fall was Katara, but the one who fell the hardest was Azula.

They don't regret loving each other when their daughter was born.

#Azula #Katara #Azutara #Kazula #ABO #omegaverse #atla #avatar the last airbender #azula alpha #Katara Alpha #alpha/alpha #Alphas who love each other.#I love who falls first and who fell the hardest.#As promised #the debt was fulfilled!#I love being sent ABO Azula stuff #but I also want Azula Omega ideas/proposals!

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demon----dean · 9 months

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#my writing #subanakinfest #alpha/alpha #shamless self promotion

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syr-monthly · 2 months

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SYR's March Event: Marching into A/B/O

This month is literally all about Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics.

In a mixing pot, we've created 7 prompts for you to choose from.

If all 7 prompts are taken and there are still writers who want to write, I will allow a second catch to a prompt, but your summary has to be golden.

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whataboutthefish · 9 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Billy Hargrove, Alpha Steve Harrington, Breeding Bench, Drugs, poppers, heat mimicing medications, Forced Submission, Billy wants to be used like an omega, Pet Names, Knotting, Bondage, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Roleplay, Breeding Kink Summary:

Billy wanted this, to be strapped to a breeding bench and used like a bitch in heat.

Please enjoy my first posted Harringrove fic!

#stranger things #harringrove #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/alpha #alpha steve harrington #alpha billy hargrove

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ircn-mvn · 2 months

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Alpha/Alpha 3

Note: I'm back! Also I'm not sure where I'm going with this tbh...

TW: Omegaverse, obvi. Questioning (Secondary Gender)? Potential Dysphoria?

The whine did escape him in the end. Kakashi felt mortified for all but two seconds before he felt Iruka’s body against his. Strong arms brought him toward a firm chest and it was the best feeling in the entire world. He couldn’t remember the last time he had experienced this level of safety. Was it before his father’s death or while on Minato-Sensei’s team?

It sure hadn’t been the case since he had become the one in charge.

Kakashi had never dreamed of becoming a Captain or Jonin-Sensei. He wanted to be good. To be better than his father, and that was all. Being responsible for his own life was more than enough pressure.

Being an alpha had been convenient — expected of him on some level — but if acting as an omega brought him such comfort, he would keep doing it. Gladly.

Kakashi realized he was way past caring what his peers thought of him.

Omega Kakashi couldn’t be worse than Friend-Killer Kakashi.

And, also it wasn’t a fully conscious decision on his part, Kakashi wasn’t the type to do things by half. He always had greater control over his scent. He could erase it without patches and only used them because it was still safer and a way to keep quiet. It didn’t take much effort to turn his fresh pine scent into a sweeter one more akin to pine resin.

Syrupy was a word used to describe omegas’ scents, right?

Iruka smelled of black tea, paper, and… driftwood. It was a homey scent and nothing like their peers who usually smelled smokey and/or bitter. Kakashi wanted to cover himself with Iruka’s scent, or better yet, have the other alpha actively cover him with it.

Kakashi pressed his uncovered nose to Iruka’s left scent gland while avoiding rubbing his own scent on the other’s skin. He didn’t want to ruin it.

They stood like that for a short while and months — years — of tension progressively left Kakashi’s body. He trusted Iruka to carry more and more of his weight.

His alpha wouldn’t let him down after all.

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Iruka didn’t know what to think. He had somehow managed to coerce Kakashi into following him to the hospital. Well, more like he had dragged him by the hand.

His face was still flushed from the public display when Shizune ushered them into a room, Kakashi, Kurenai, and him. The others had been rebuked by the med-nin’s glare and were waiting — more like pacing — in the corridor.

Shizune had Kakashi and Iruka sitting side by side on a bed. The other alpha’s scent kept peaking up and down, and he had once again gotten rid of his face cover. Iruka watched, concerned, as Kakashi took openly deep breaths as if he couldn’t quite get enough air in his lungs.

Kurenai stood silent in a corner, only there because of Iruka’s pleading gaze.

Tsunade arrived soon after and she frowned as she noticed Iruka.

Great. He knew this was going to come back to bite him in the ass one way or another.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you an alpha, Sensei?” Tsunade asked.

“I am.”

Iruka swallowed past the lump in his throat. He knew something was wrong with Kakashi but was mostly worried he had somehow made it worse.

Genma had mentioned Kakashi wasn’t smelling right. His normal scent was fresh, not sweet, and yet the alpha’s scent had gone from pine resin to butterscotch — sycamore syrup, Kurenai had called it — seemingly trying to entice Iruka into resuming their previous embrace.

Anyone who didn’t know any better would have pinned Kakashi as an omega if crossing their paths as they were on their way to the hospital.

Tsunade didn’t add anything at first. She put on a pair of gloves before turning her attention to Kakashi. He didn’t budge nor showed any sign of aggressivity as she moved closer. She touched his shoulder first, then moved up to his neck. He tensed and Iruka squeezed the hand that had remained in his all this time.

It didn’t feel right. Kakashi would probably hate that Iruka had seen such an intimate episode of his life when he got better but, if he got comfort from his presence, then Iruka wasn’t going to chicken out.

“His scent glands are swollen,” Tsunade said. “He is pumping way too many hormones into them to modulate his scent.”

She sighed.

“Do you hear me, brat?” She was looking Kakashi straight in the eyes now. “If you have a problem with being an alpha, you come to me. You don’t fuck up your hormonal balance even more than it already is.”

Kakashi didn’t answer but Iruka could tell he was listening and thinking. Calculating even.

A small eternity passed before the alpha tilted his head at a forty-five angle — a familiar dog-like gesture.

“Can you really do it?” he asked. His voice was rough from misuse. “Change my designation?”

Iruka bit his lips to silence any noise that threatened to escape his mouth.

He shouldn’t be hearing this. They barely knew each other. Granted every time they interacted tended to be life-changing for one of them if not both but still.

Iruka’s only consolation was that the other three seemed as surprised as he was… except they recovered faster and soon looked thoughtful.

“If it’s about your aggressivity problem, we don’t have to go that far,” Tsunade said at last. “I could give you something to lower your testosterone… or we could target your problem at its root and try scent therapy.”

Kakashi wrinkled his nose at the mention of scent therapy.

“I’m not spending my days plastered to some omega,” he said.

Which, rude. But Iruka guessed it wasn’t a statement against omegas per se.

“Who said anything about pairing you up with an omega, brat?” Tsunade replied. “I was rather hoping Iruka-Sensei would agree to let you keep cuddling him.”

Wait, what?

#kakairu #kakashi x iruka #kakairu fanfiction #alpha/alpha #alpha kakashi #alpha iruka #omegaverse

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