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lucijawriteswords · 11 months

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locker room | luke hughes

summary: you find an angry luke in the locker room after a loss and figure out exactly how to help him.

warnings: 18+!!!! SMUT. oral (m receiving), swearing, slightly angry luke, whimpering, begging if you look hard enough. a little fluff. poor rutger gets caught in the crossfire. pretty tame (just wait for my next one. it’s on its way.) not edited, i’m impatient

word count: 2.5k

A/N: hello! welcome to my new venture. i’ve not written anything like this before so please, give me some grace- and feedback, if you’d like. tell me how you feel, who you want me to write about, what you want me to write about. with that, let’s get into it, shall we?

18+ below the cut

you heard laughs echoing from the press stand where the opposing team was giving post game interviews. you scoffed as you strode by, muttering to yourself. absolute ref show.

the path to the locker room was second nature to you, ingrained in your head, as familiar as your own bed. you’d been there enough times. familiar faces passed you as players quickly headed out, a few gracing you with a look, even fewer with a smile. you smiled back at those who did. one caught your arm, a freshman who’s name you hadn’t learned yet, right as you were about to turn the final corner, and gave you a warning glance. “he’s really upset, y/n. really upset. just thought i’d warn you. i’m not sure if he’s sad upset or mad upset but regardless i figured i’d let you know.”

you knew this. you knew it the second the buzzer screeched at the end of the third and luke stormed off the bench, shaking his head. you knew when you heard a loud snap and then the angry voice of an equipment manager, scolding luke about breaking a stick.

you knew luke.

“thanks, kid.” he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. you reached up to gently pat his shoulder; friendly, comforting. “hey, don’t do that. you played amazing. the refs were horrid.”

he nodded, releasing your arm and bringing his hand up to wipe under his nose, followed by a loud sniffle. at the same time, you heard a scoff echo from around the corner and turned your head to find a brown, curly head and a bare shoulder disappearing back through the locker room door.

the freshman- who’s name you still couldn’t remember- looked at you, panicked. you just huffed out a sigh and drew your hand away from his shoulder. “oh, goodie.”

“i- y/n, he’s gonna think- shit,” he breathed out, letting his head drop backwards.

“hey, whatever he thinks doesn’t mean shit because it’s not true. he’s upset anyways and now he’s gonna spiral cause he thinks i’m messing with his freshman teammate. so, good game, honestly, but i’m gonna go figure out that situation before it’s too late.” you rushed out, pointing towards where luke’s head had disappeared to.

the freshman- you really had to learn his name- nodded and muttered a tiny ‘bye’ before making his way down the rest of the hall. you offered a quick wave as you stepped around the corner and pushed the door to the locker room open.

upon your immediate surveillance, there was no luke. but, you heard water streaming against tile, and the showers don’t shut off or turn on automatically, so that means that someone turned it on and was still in there. you did a quick second scan of the stalls, and upon seeing that everyone’s jerseys were hung up, bags folded, and there were no shoes resting underneath a stall- except luke’s- decided that it must be, could only be, luke in the shower.

“luke?” you called, making your way across the maize and blue carpeting.

“in here,” he answered, voice clipped. impatient. upset.

“can i come in?”

“yeah, i don’t care. ‘less you have rut with you, in which case, stay out there.”

“rut?” who the hell names their child rut?

“rutger, honey. my replacement, apparently.”

you surmised that rutger must be the freshman, and decided that yes, rutger was a name you’d have a hard time remembering.

“baby, he’s not your replacement. we were just talking.” the water shut off as you were talking and you heard bare feet slapping against the wet tile, followed by a low ‘fuck.’

“why are you swearing, lu?” you wondered, taking another stop towards the showers.

“forgot my towel. would you grab it for me? it’s hanging in my stall.”

you chuckled, walking back towards his stall and grabbing the towel. it was rough, pilled. threadbare on one end. “ew. gotta get you a new towel, babe.” you giggled, sticking your finger through a hole in the corner and turning, wiggling it at him.

“can you just bring it over here you weirdo?” he grumbled, but a small smile graced his lips as he poked his head around the wall.

“can i explain?”

“honey, i’m soaking wet. can it wait?” still upset, then.

“no.”

“go, then.” he bit out, exasperated, angrily gesturing at you to explain. you made a face at him before speaking.

“he was just warning me that you were upset, lu. i was thanking him and he looked sad so i told him he played well and that it was a ref show, ‘kay? just talking.” you finished, tossing the towel to him. his head disappeared behind the wall briefly before he made his way fully out, towel wrapped around his hips.

“alright. just don’t want him getting any ideas.”

“wait, lu, doesn’t he have a girlfriend? i swear, one of the freshmen this year has a girlfriend.” you thought out loud, following him towards his stall before plopping yourself onto the ground, electing to sit rather than stand as he got dry and dressed.

“oh. yeah.”

you laughed without humor, watching his back flex as he undid and redid the towel around his waist.

“glad i got you that shitty towel. didn’t feel like getting dripped all over, if i’m being honest.” you said, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin on them.

luke froze, turning his head with a devilish smile on his lips. your playful expression dropped as he turned all the way around, water slowly trailing down the planes of his chest. you gulped.

“lu, don’t even think about it- LUKE!” you started, trying to get up, but it was to no avail, because in a split second he was standing over you, shaking his head like a dog, sending water all over you- and the rest of the locker room, for that matter. “you little shit!” you screeched, holding your hands up to your face, the water splattering unceremoniously on you.

you heard his hoarse laugh as he finished tormenting you, turning back to his stall and pulling a sweatshirt over his body. you heard the rustling of fabric as he reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of sweatpants. your hands still covered your face, trying to be prepared if your child of a boyfriend got a second wind, but by the wet thump of the towel against the ground, you assumed he’d pulled the sweatpants on.

“i’m not gonna splash you again, baby. you can move your hands.” luke said, his voice calmer than it was a few minutes ago.

“why aren’t you putting your suit back on?” you asked, taking in his outfit.

“not going out the front, so nobody’s gonna see. just gonna go out the back, s’where i parked anyways.” he spoke towards the ground, pulling on socks and slipping his feet into a worn pair of birkenstocks.

“nobody’s even here anymore,” you added absentmindedly, looking down at your apple watch. 11:37. “it’s late.”

“yeah, honey, i know. you got a date with rutger at 11:45 or something?” he mumbled, the sass making its way back into his voice at in response to your apparently stupid statement.

“oh well, pardon me, mr. perfect. wasn’t sure if you were too busy being mad at me for talking to someone to look at your watch. oh, boy, am i excited to walk to the car, freezing and wet with your mopey ass.” you cut out, voice raising at the end, having had enough of him. “i get that you’re upset about losing but come on, luke. he’s got a girlfriend, he’s younger than me, and i would never do that to you.”

“oh, so you admit that i was right for thinking that? you’re defending yourself pretty heavily, y/n, i dunno. you sure he’s not waiting for you?” he whipped around. there was no more playfulness.

“you’re kidding, right?” you returned, voice emotionless.

he simply shrugged, nostrils flared slightly, anger written all over him. tense shoulders, arms crossed. wide stance.

“god, luke, you’re such a child sometimes.”

“oh, i’m a child for being protective over my girlfriend, but it’s fine for you to get all up on him and touch his arm? fucking double standard if you ask me.” he was harsh, accusatory.

your mouth dropped, incredulous at his words, but more so his tone. “don’t you fucking DARE talk to me like that. once you’re thinking straight and decide to not be an asshole, text me. i’m gonna go to my dorm tonight.”

you shook your head, pulling your phone out of your pocket and clicking into snapchat, swiping into your roommate’s chat, starting to type a message to her to ask her to pick you up, but you felt a hand close around your arm, spinning you back. you were ready to fire off more words but said words were nipped in the bud as you felt luke’s mouth on yours, hot and heavy. any anger you had took a backseat as you felt his tongue on yours, his hands finding their place on your hips, pulling you into him.

he kissed you desperately, hard enough to almost hurt. you moaned when he bit lightly on your lip, sticking the tip of your tongue out to flick his upper lip. a type of retribution. something between a moan and a growl clawed it’s way from his throat, angry and ready to be released.

you pulled away, shoving him firmly backwards by the chest. his eyes were apologetic and he looked like her was about to say something but you quieted him by pushing him down into the bench in front of his stall. “talk later,” you muttered, kneeling in front of him.

“baby, i was mean to you, you don’t have to-” he cut himself off as you undid his sweatpants and pulled him out, felt him heavy in your hand. you pulled slow, languid strokes over his cock, relished the way his head tipped back, the way his adams apple bobbed, the way he whimpered when your thumb ghosted over his angry tip. you grinned at the noise, deciding to tease him even more. his breath caught in his throat, a wet, choked, noise, as you dragged your tongue across his slit, letting your saliva mix with the precum that was gushing out of him. he looked down at you then, bringing a hand to the back of your head to gather your hair. “don’t tease me, baby. can’t take it.”

“gotta ask nice, pretty boy.”

“please, y/n. i need your mouth, i need to feel you on my cock, please.”

a wicked grin carved itself onto your face as you spat into your hand and gave him three long, hard strokes from the base. “all you had to do was ask, lu.” you purred, taking him into your mouth, moaning around him at the taste, the weight, the relief of feeling him in your mouth, on you tongue.

you heard his head thump against the wood of the stall, his breathing ragged as your moan vibrated around him. you felt him twitch in your mouth as you pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his dick and swallowed around him, curses falling from his lips.

“god, y/n, not gonna last. take me so good, baby,” he cut out, voice strained as he bucked into your mouth, hips and words stuttering in some sort of fucked up prayer to your mouth.

you smiled as much as you could with a mouth full of dick, moaning around him to try to get him there faster. his fist tightened in your hair and a whine escaped your lips, buzzing on his cock.

you looked up at him through your lashes, saw the flush on his neck making his way up to his cheeks, pride in the fact that you made him like that, that you could have him like this. that you could reduce him to a moaning, whimpering mess with only your mouth. you moaned at the mere thought, feeling him swell in your mouth.

you tapped his thigh twice, knowing he was getting close. his eyes met yours, hazy and hooded and drowning in lust, in you. you nodded, wanting, needing to see him when he finished.

his chest heaved, eyes trained on you as you worked him, bobbing up and down his cock, spit coating him at the base.

“fuck, y/n, look so pretty like this. so pretty, baby.” he whimpered, impossibly close. you moaned around him, long and loud, wanting to taste him. “so close, baby, so close.”

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself, before pushing your head down further, feeling his head hit the back of your throat, your nose pressing into the soft skin of his pelvis, feeling him tense under you. a long, drawn out call of your name left his lips as you swallowed around him, trying not to choke.

“fuck, gonna cum,” he whispered, lightly pushing his hips into your mouth, thighs shaking as he finally let go, warmth filling your mouth, his cock jumping wildly. you moaned, tasting him, feeling his hot cum coat your tongue and throat, swallowing it down as much as you could with his dick still in your mouth. he hissed, pulling your head off, overstimulated. you swallowed again, not wanting to miss a drop, settling back onto your knees, looking at him trying to collect himself.

“you still mad?” you quipped, cocking your head. he rolled his eyes at you, still trying to catch his breath as he tucked himself back into his pants. “gonna take that as a no,” you answered yourself, pushing yourself up, brushing your hands over your knees, feeling the imprint of the carpet and your jeans on the skin.

he stood up, gathering you into his arms and pulling your head into his chest. you nestled your head there, arms draping lazily around his waist, leaning all your weight onto him, the lateness of this rendezvous catching up with you. you smiled into the softness of his hoodie. “i’m sorry, babe. just get jealous, you know how i am.”

“i know, lukey. it’s okay. but you know i would never do that to you, to us, so i got defensive.”

he pressed a quick kiss into your hair, muttering an ‘i know,’ tapping your butt lightly so you would jump. you did so, weakly wrapping your legs around his waist, clinging to him lightly, knowing he had you. you rested your head on his shoulder, pressing a light kiss to the column of his throat. “can we go home? i’m tired.”

he smiled, readjusting you so he could grab his keys from the hook in his stall. “‘course we can, baby.” he kissed the side of your face, and you felt the smile still gracing his lips.

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blueparadis · 7 months

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╰┈➤ DOPAMINE ✦ YUTA OKKUTSU.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ At midnight, when your long-distance boyfriend decides to surprise you things take a wild turn when Yuta notices that you are on your heat cycle.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ a/b/o au, alpha!yuta,omega!reader, established relationship, mention of heat cycles & rut, lactation k!nk. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

Almost an hour ago the doorbell rang and as you opened the door, Yuta was standing at your doorstep. At first, you could not believe your senses because it had been almost a year since he moved to another city for his work. As an independent and responsible girlfriend you let him go, without suspecting anything or letting those suspensions cloud your judgment. He has kept in touch with you, through and through, but somewhere in your mind you could not let all those suspensions go away. Maybe because you have faced grave bumps in your previous relationships. When he greeted you with a small peck on the cheek it was more than you could ask for; he even joked about how he will never forget your surprised face as if you have seen the ghost of him. But his surprise visit was not the reason for your shock.

But now he is here. You sit by the edge of the bed watching Yuta as he stands in front of the mirror in the bathroom, washing his face, and cleaning his mouth. The geyser is on and knowing him he will definitely demand your presence to share the bath. The bathtub is probably half-filled with cold water. The tap water is running and you have not stopped jerking your legs for several minutes.

“So?” Yuta starts. “What’s up? What’s got you so worked up? He finally asks but you are hesitant to speak. You do not know how much he has changed in this one year, both physically and emotionally. He seems like a totally different person now that you see him in person instead of video calls and photos. You know there is no use in hiding it anymore. It will create more problems.

“I’ve been skipping my pills.” You exclaim in one breath with your eyes closed.

“What?” His jaw drops. He leaves the bathroom, closes the tap and sits on the carpet of the floor.

“Yeah. My doctor said it would be better if I don’t take the suppressants while my alpha is away. And, since you were gone— you take a quick look of him through the corner of your eyes before continuing— “and my heat cycles have been manageable.”

Yuta takes the seat beside you. The moment he tries to hold your hand you snatch it away from him. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“I’ll leave. Then— you can see your doctor or maybe take the suppressants till I move out.” Yuta understands. There is a theory that he has been recently aware of- that an omega can go under lactation phase if their alpha enters the ruts at the same time they enter heat cycle. Honestly, he would love to fuck you witless in this bed where he made countless memories with you but he doubts you will have any stock for protection. He thought on his way home, he would buy some but excitement got the better of him. It slipped his mind, naturally.

“No… that’s not it.” You tear up, hiding your face in your palms. The thing is an alpha’s rut can get triggered by an omega’s heat cycle and during this time, the said omega is expected to lactate. The doctor has warned you about this since you already had an alpha by your side but you did not think Yuta would come back to you through a loophole. He has been gone for his studies, and somewhere in your heart you thought he would be gone forever but here he is, sitting beside you. He is there for you.

“Ya’know i’ve missed you.” Yuta says getting closer trying to hold your hand. This time you let him. He has been away the same time you have been away from him. A one whole year. He has missed making love to you, fucking you everywhere except bed, sharing his ruts with you, fucking you while you were in your heat cycles.

“I missed you too,” you revert back and he rolls you along the bed hovering on top of you. He jerks his head sideways. Maybe it is the commence of your heat cycle that is affecting him.

“woah that was uncalled for— are you okay babe?” he asks so gently, so softly that it fuzzes up all your senses.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” you say folding one of your legs and kneeing his crotch. He is just wearing a bathrobe, feeling his dick would not be much of a hassle. Yuta’s eyes follow your legs. His face lights up with a smile.

“eager, aren't we?” He whispers before latching his mouth on to the crook of your neck. His knee nudges your entrance as he starts to kiss all over your neck, collar bones and shoulders. There is a warm sensation pooling in between your legs.

“ohhh— yuta,” you moan and his lips find their way to yours. You do not hesitate to push your tongue in his mouth, wet moans filling the room along with his pheromones. You feel his cock nudging you. It makes you edgy. You can not do this right now. You should not, no matter how much you have missed him. You flattened your hands over his chest to push him away but he misunderstands it as an act of advancement on him and ends up making you sit on his lap.

“Don’t worry. I can control myself” he pulls up your top discarding it somewhere on the floor. “But there are certain things that I have been wanting to try— his mouth latches on your nipple right after making you arch. He is not using his teeth just yet, but he is sucking so hard and so strong that you think he might just taste your milk.

Yuta has been like this since the day both of you took the next step for this relationship. He keeps his mouth busy whenever he makes love to you, by sucking your nipples, eating you out, biting your ears or just simply kissing while pumping his cum inside you. But this time, he can not fuck you. He would love to breed you during his rut but he knows, neither of you are ready to be a parent. There is a whole life ahead for that.

“Yuta, please. Not so hard.” you plead because the accumulation of heat in between your legs is getting unbearable. His hands are clamped on your waist as he switches onto your other nipple. You gasp watching a little drop of white milk oozing out of your boob. It turns you on more than ever.

“Yuutaa— you call out his name as his teeth come into play. But he does not pay any heed to it. He continues to suck, his hands moving to your back and he pulls you closer to his body. Now his cock perfectly touches your folds and with one more push he could feel you around his cock. Unable to take his hard sucks anymore you pull his face away and distract him for a while.

Yuta’s mouth tastes different. You have kissed countless times and never before you smelled or tasted something sweet on his lips. You think maybe it will reduce the breast pain you keep having during your heat cycles. One if his hands cups your entrance, running a finger through your folds.

“You are so fucking wet baby.” Yuta rasps pushing his fingers inside you watching you bite your lip, eyes close and eyebrows pinching as he starts to finger you. “Do you know how hard it is for me to hold back?” he whispers in between his rough pants and your irregular breaths.

You start to arch, toes curl as Yuta gently lays you on the bed. His cock stands tall and proud by his stomach. You can feel it, hot and hard against your thighs. One of his hands is underneath your waist and the other picks up the face eliciting squelching noises accompanied by loud moans from you.

Your breasts look so big and so full with milk. He watches white liquid oozing out again and picks up his face. Seeing you close to your orgasm he speeds up the process by starting to suck your breasts again. You throw your arms around his back, nape and kiss him by the crook of his neck, holding his hair at the back. Your mouth hangs open, fangs start to grow and you sink them on his neck the moment he makes you cum by sucking some milk out of your boobs.

Yuta rolls over your side. Both of you regaining your breaths. He asks, “Are you satisfied?” to which you smile and respond,

“you think?” He chuckles at that. Both of you smiled but deep down you knew what kind of pit you were going to fall into.

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rafeysdoll · 20 days

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car sex with rafe cameron.. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

authors note: wanna say a quick thanks to all the support lately! it means so much to me and encourages me very much, i hope you guys enjoy this little treat! this honestly might be one of my favorites i’ve written

warnings: established relationship, sexual content, public sex, very light degradation

“s-so big!” you whimper, clawing at his back. you tried to be quiet, but the way he was driving into you was way too good, making you feel nothing but nice and floaty. rafe had been on a business trip for about a week and a half and he had just gotten back today. so, naturally you missed him. so much so you begged him to park at a random parking lot and just fuck you then and there, even rubbing at your little bud and moaning to work him up and convince him so.

“fuck, y’always been this tight baby?” he says through gritted teeth, thrusting in your wet, warm heat. “j-jus’ for you, papi.” you whimper quietly. he had laid you in the backseat and held up your hips so he could reach you deeper, hitting that sweet soft spot inside every time his shaft ruts right inside your little hole.

“exactly sweet baby, jus’ for me. always for rafey, right doll?” he slams into you roughly, making the truck shake, ripping out a loud moan from you. “oh! oh, rafe.” you mewl, an electric feeling crawling right through your spine. your digits moving upwards his back to tug on his hair, roughing up his dark golden locks.

“you like this, don’t you? getting your hole filled up in public like this? real slutty, baby.” he prompts with that voice of slight condescension and mocking, attempting to make you feel pathetically, adorably dirty for not waiting. “papiii,” you whine back, closing your eyes tightly as you could feel your walls grow slicker and your face burn up. your cheeks adopting a hot blush. he was so cruel, but deliciously so. you didn’t last long with your eyes closed, rafe quickly scolding you. “keep ‘em open unless you want me to pull out.” he seethes.

every snap of his hips against yours had you squealing and gasping for air, your eyes collecting tears in them from the way he was pounding you in a way that made his entire abdomen flex.

you really couldn’t last much longer, and he could feel it with the way your cunt was tightening around him. “you gonna cum baby? huh?” he drawls, slowly speeding up, making you nod eagerly. “i am! i am! so closeee,” you agree.

“come on, give it to me.”

soft mumbly “thank you,”’s leave your lips over and over the entire time you let yourself cream around him, as well as when you feel him slow down when he rides both of your highs and you feel the warmness of his cum spread inside you. he groans softly when you he very gently pulls out, a string of your mixed fluids following him.

“did so good baby, took it all so well sweet girl.” he praises, leaning in to give you a soft kiss. “thank you, papi. love you so much,” “love you most, ma.” he replies before grabbing some of the napkins he stored in his trucks compartment, cleaning you up.

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babypuppiboi · 6 months

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My owner taking me to a dog park so I can play with other puppies, I’d be so shy at first but a nice dom with their own puppy asks if their pup can play with me and I start having fun, just a bunch of pups playing and pleasing their owners, maybe some other stronger pup goes into a rut and just has to breed me his owner is embarrassed but mine just laughs “oh don’t worry he’s fine I know my puppy’s so pretty it’s hard to resist, I’m just glad he’s making friends besides he looks like he’s enjoying himself” “oh that’s good aww he looks so cock drunk already, I’ve been trying to train this out of my boy but sometimes he just can’t help himself” “Well honestly I’ve been meaning to find another puppy to help my little pup through his heat I try my best but he gets so needy I just can’t keep up, don’t suppose we could set up a little play date for them”

As I’m being used as a breeding toy by this big puppyboy I can hear them exchange numbers and I know that this is going to be happening a lot more often

Can’t say Im not looking forward to it

#mine #puppy babbles #ftm nsft #ftm puppy #ftm sub #ftm bottom #puppypl4y #bd/sm pet #bd/sm puppy #puppy play nsft

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mavrintarou · 6 days

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[3:00 PM] Miya Atsumu - A/B/O

All I can tell you all is that it's long and dirty... hope you have a wonderful smutty Friday.

Warning: Full of smutty smut... A little different from most A/B/O au

Atsumu returned home early from a four-week-long training camp.

He first noticed the unfamiliar pheromone in his shared apartment with Y/n.

Immediately his ears perked, and he could hear moaning and whimpering coming from down the hall.

Sighing, Atsumu contemplated going to Osamu’s place for the night. Now that he recalled, Y/n did remind him that she was going through her rut cycle soon. Normally, they respected each other’s boundaries and spent their ruts at the specialty hotel that was designated for ruts & heats. She had asked if he would be okay if she brought her partner to spend the night at their apartment since he would be out during that time, and he was okay with it.

Before Atsumu could put his shoes back on, he heard a door swing open.

“This is fucken pathetic, screw you!”

Atsumu froze and before he could hide, a half-naked omega stalked past him before stopping to glare at him. “Your roommate is a pathetic alpha!” She shouted before slamming the door after her.

Blinking, Atsumu was shocked at what had just happened.

“She’s just mad I lost my vibe. I didn’t know you were coming home early.”

Turning his head, Atsumu sees Y/n standing only in her robe, leaning against the wall. He could see red blotches along her neck.

He took a step closer to Y/n. “You okay?”

She shrugged and smiled, “don’t worry about it.” She walked over and dropped herself on the couch.

How could he not worry? Atsumu inhaled softly before sitting beside her. He noticed the oddness he had been feeling the last couple of days and couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

He glanced over at Y/n who had her arms crossed over her chest with her eyes closed, almost like she was sleeping.

Y/n was one of the few female hybrids, a special case of an alpha and omega. Hybrids were able to choose between either gender and could breed and be bred.

The setback for most hybrids was that they have a smaller physique than an average omega and due to that, oftentimes time they were looked down on as alpha hybrids. Like both genders, hybrids go through both rut and heat phases and sometimes both could happen at the same time. Hybrids were able to release alpha and omega pheromones yet unable to detect them like betas. They often have to carry with them a pheromone neutralizer to prevent unwanted attention.

Eventually, most hybrids will adopt the more dominant gender. The high percentage of hybrids become omegas due to the challenges of being an alpha.

But Y/n had no problem attracting both alphas and omegas.

Atsumu himself was physically and sexually attracted to her until he discovered that her preference was omegas.

He would take it to his grave that he had imagined how it would be to have Y/n below him, how she would take him…

But they were friends, roommates for three years.

However, things changed two weeks ago when the two of them were casually having a beer in their living room after a long work day.

“Hey,” Atsumu started, staring at Y/n sip on her fourth beer. She was one of the few ladies he knew who enjoyed a good beer and a lot of it. “Wanna play Truth or Dare?”

He could see she was thinking about it before she smirked and answered, “sure.”

Being the gentleman he is, he allowed her to go first.

“Truth or dare, ‘Tsumu?”

He felt a sense of nervousness for some reason and decided to play it safe and chose truth.

“Why are you so uptight?”

Atsumu frowned before letting out a laugh, that was her question? “Honestly, I haven’t had sex in three months. That’s the longest I’ve ever gone without sex since losing my virginity.”

Y/n’s face distorted humorously and she tried hard not to laugh, “okay, your turn.”

“Truth or dare, Y/n?”

“Truth,” she answered.

Atsumu smirked, wondering if she was playing it safe. “Which one do you like more, being top or bottom?” This was one question he had been dying to know the answer to.

Y/n consistently projected an aura of composure and ease, effortlessly connecting with everyone she encountered. It came as no shock that alphas and omegas alike gravitated toward her; there was an undeniable allure about her that drew them in.

She wasn’t surprised at his question at all. “My answer would be top because I’ve never been a bottom before.”

His eyes bulged out in disbelief. “I don’t believe you, you have never…” Atsumu’s voice trailed off as he tried to connect the dots in his head. “But you’re a… hybrid…” his tone was filled with nothing but confusion. “Don’t you get heats?”

Y/n shook her head, gulping her beer. “No, I have never gotten through a heat before. I know, it’s odd. My doctor doesn’t know why either and just continues to tell me to monitor myself.” She shrugs her shoulders, “so, I only know how to top.” She narrows her eyes at him playfully, asking him that nearly makes him choke on his saliva. “Why? You want to do you want to show me how it feels to be a bottom?”

The fun and playful mood Atsumu was in suddenly turned him sober and serious. Was she joking? He swallowed, trying hard not to make it obvious that his cock had gotten excited and was semi-hard.

Their game of Truth or Dare came to an abrupt end before neither had a second round as the fire alarms in their apartment complex went off.

Neither spoke again about that subject and went on with their lives.

Or at least Atsumu tried to.

For days, he couldn’t get the subject out of his head, wondering and questioning how she had managed to go this long without having a heat, let alone that she had never been a bottom before! It had also bothered Atsumu about her question she asked him if he would like to show her, was she serious about it? It made Atsumu excited every time he thought about it.

Atsumu has been wanting to bring the conversation up again and suddenly had the urge to do so.

His mouth opened to speak when something hit his sense of smell, a delicate aroma. Blood began rushing down south and his mouth watered, his mind clouded with nothing but wanting to have a taste of this deliciousness that was taking over his senses.

Realization hit him as this was typically how he becomes when he is being affected by an omega’s heat pheromone.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at Y/n.

“Atsumu.”

He flinched at the way she called his name, not in a threatening way, but in a way that made him want to be nothing but possessive of her. His throat tightened as her pheromone poured more onto him.

“I… think I’m going through my first heat,” Y/n murmurs softly, opening her eyes to peer into his. They were a different color and most definitely very dilated.

He noticed her crossed arms tightening around her petite body. Realization hit him, the faint lingering smell he had detected was Y/n’s omega pheromone, something completely different from her alpha pheromone he was used to. It was no wonder he was not threatened by it because it still had a bit of her scent in it, keeping him calm.

“What?” he growled, trying to maintain his composure and sanity, he wanted to pounce on her. Atsumu stood up and distanced himself from her. “But you said you –“

“I never had one before so I don’t know what to expect but I’m confident… enough that what I’m experiencing right now is my heat.” Y/n hunched over, her shoulders trembling.

The silence in the room was unbearable and she broke it by quietly asking, “would you – be comfortable to help me?” She bit her lower lip before asking, “I’ve – I’ve never been a bottom… show me. Show me what it's like to be a bottom, Atsumu.”

Atsumu’s eyes bulged out, “sh – show you?” He inhaled sharply as he closed his eyes to absorb her request. He paced back and forth in their living room before clarifying, “say that one more time? What are you asking me to do?” He needed a second confirmation.

“Atsumu,” Y/n called his name, it flowed like soft butter from the tip of her tongue. “I’m in heat right now and I want you to show me what it feels like to be a bottom…” she paused, “if that makes you feel uncomfortable I can go ask –“ She was suddenly tugged onto her feet and pressed against his chest. She felt his hardness press against her abdomen and her eyes widened, breath hitching.

“All you need is me,” Atsumu’s eyes suddenly become dark as he stares at her lips. “I will show you how to be a bottom, Y/n.”

“You’re breaking my heart here, Y/n,” Atsumu growled softly against her nipple. Three of his long and thick fingers have been thrust back and forth inside her pussy. “Am I doing a shit job that I can’t even make you moan for me?”

Y/n shook her head, her knuckles had turned white from gripping his comforters tightly. She let out a heavy breath, “no – no… it feels…”

“Feels?...”

“Fucken amazing…” she finished, opening her eyes. “I’ve… never felt this bliss before…” her back arched when Atsumu’s fingers curled and fastened.

“Nope,” Atsumu chuckled when she tried to close her legs. “Keep these beautiful legs open, wide open for me.” He shifts his large, toned body to fit in between her legs. He withdrew his fingers to stroke his cock.

Atsumu still couldn’t believe that Y/n has never had a heat before, let alone taken a cock before.

“’Tsumu,” Y/n whimpered, her fingers grazing over her wet pussy, her pussy ached to be stuffed, filled in ways she never imagined before.

Since finding out she is a hybrid at the age of 16, her gender has always been alpha-dominant. She has never experienced a heat since discovering her hybrid gender even though she was capable of adapting to both genders.

Unlike most, Y/n had no problem attracting either gender but she had preferred to be a top giver than a bottom receiver.

It wasn’t until recently, until the game of Truth or Dare with Atsumu that it had piqued her interest. She suddenly was curious about being a bottom but she did not know who she trusted enough to share that moment with. Unconsciously, she began manifesting it.

On numerous occasions, she caught herself staring at Atsumu, and it was then that she began seeing him in a different light. She considered the idea of asking him but was frequently reminded that it would alter their relationship forever.

Her request tonight was her heat speaking. During the few weeks of Atsumu being away, Y/n’s body began experiencing a change she had never felt before. Unlike the times she was going through a rut, her body was burning and throbbing at her pussy.

Y/n has never touched herself in such a way, never having to need to until now. For two nights in a row, she tossed and turned in bed until the temporary relief was her fingers dipping in between her legs and stuffing her pussy in ways she’s done to other omegas.

“Atsumu…” his name slipped from her lips unconsciously. Her eyes widened and embarrassment shamed her for calling out her friend’s name while imagining him, imagining it was his fingers stuffing her pussy.

And now three of his finger pump quickly in and out of her pussy, the mere thought of knowing it’s his fingers that is building up the pleasure is all Atsumu’s doing.

The following day, she snuck into his room and inhaled the scent in his room, filling her desire and yearning.

“Yes,” Y/n moaned, eyes rolling shut, “yes, Atsumu…”

Atsumu shifted onto his knees. “I can’t believe you’ve never taken a cock before. I find that hard to believe,” Atsumu rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit.

Y/n herself can’t believe she hasn’t either. It may be partly because she never had a heat to begin with. Y/n sat up and reached for his cock, her eyes bewitched at the size of his cock. “It’s so… big.”

She wasn’t big and she was aware of it. The first time she spent her rut with an omega, she thought it was a disaster, not knowing what to expect but the omega had expressed how good her cock felt.

An omega once told her with a wink, “it’s now how big, it’s how you use it.”

“I won’t deny that I’ve never wondered how you would look beneath me, Y/n.” Atsumu admitted, “surely you must know you’re fucken desirable, right?” He pushed the tip of his thick cock in her, groaning when her walls tightly refuse to let him in until he compel, shoving just the tip through. “Relax for me, Y/n…” he slowly pushed back and forth, pushing more of his thick long cock into her until she has lubricated his cock, taking him easier. His eyes were transfixed at his cock disappearing into her pussy until she’s taken all of him. Looking up he sees her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. Reaching up he freed her swollen lower lip and smoothed it with his thumb. He pressed his thumb past her lips, “bite me instead…” His cock jerked when she clenched her teeth against his thumb. “That’s it, baby…”

Her teeth loosened and she wrapped her tongue around his thumb, sucking it.

“Fuck…” Atsumu swore before choking out a chuckle, “I’m going fuck your mouth afterward.”

Y/n freed his thumb, “promise?” her legs wrapped around his hips pressing herself upwards to him. “Hurry,” she pleaded, “fuck my pussy, ‘Tsumu…” She never thought she would hear herself say that phrase.

Atsumu didn’t need to be told twice. His body crushed her small one, sandwiching her to his bed as he hiked her legs and began thrusting into her pussy. The bed began to shake violently and the wooden bedframe creaked loudly.

Y/n’s arms encircled his neck tightly while her fingers weaved through his strands of dirty blond hair, gripping them firmly at the roots and giving it a gentle tug. Her hips rolled, meeting his powerful thrusts. She cooed and encouraged him, “yes! Yes… just like that… fuck… you’re so big, ‘Tsumu… you feel so good…”

Atsumu only hummed, his mouth busy sucking a perfect hickey against her neck. It has always made him jealous seeing other omegas mark her and now it is his turn and he is going to make sure his mark is engraved into her skin.

His hips fasten, cock repeatedly hitting her sweet spot. If it felt this wonderful already, he couldn’t imagine how it would be when he was in a rut, when his senses would be fully heightened.

“Y/n,” Atsumu groaned, sliding his tongue along her neck and to her jaw, licking along her cheek. He felt so high, in a state of bliss. Every thrust into Y/n’s pussy sent pure excitement and euphoria pulse through him. “Look at me,” he growled, and when she found his brown eyes, he leaned down and kissed her.

Their tongues tangled and eagerly danced as their mouth moved over each other hungrily.

Atsumu was finally satisfying a lingering curiosity within him, having Y/n beneath him and kissing her.

Y/n moaned his name breathlessly from his kisses, “my tummy… it feels tingly… I’m – I’m going to cum… please let me cum…”

The tightening of Y/n’s pussy and increased enhancement of her pheromone pushed Atsumu to the edge, losing the last of his control. He tightened his arms around her small body and pounded hard until the tip of his cock continue to stimulate her cervix. He badly wished he was in a rut so he could penetrate her cervix and knot her.

Breed her.

Y/n’s teeth sink into his collarbone as she comes undone, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body trembles.

Atsumu follows seconds later, filling her pussy with his hot cum.

There’s no going back, I can’t let her go now, he tells himself. He inhales her scent, feeling his cock already semi-hard once again.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you two in a long ass time, what have you guys been up to?” Their mutual friend, Ryuji said, gesturing to Atsumu and Y/n to take a seat in the two empty spots at the end of the table.

“Just the same stuff, training and tournaments,” Atsumu shrugged, pulling the seat for Y/n and pushing in the chair like a gentleman. “Season is wrapping up so I’ll finally get some relaxation.”

Atsumu and Y/n were oblivious to their physical intimacy, they didn’t see how their three other friend’s eyes widened as Atsumu’s body turned towards Y/n, his arm resting behind her chair and thumb rubbing circles on her upper arm. He fills her plate with food and continues updating his friends about his life.

Of course, he is keeping his relationship with Y/n out.

It has been two weeks since Y/n’s first heat, and it took almost two days for her heat to conclude and yet, neither of them has had their fill. They have fucked each other in every possible space in their apartment. Day and night, every possible moment.

They had even pulled a quickie in his car before meeting their friends.

“Be my good girl and keep my cum in you. I’ll reward you later,” Atsumu murmured breathlessly. Y/n could only nod as she squeezed her walls and slip off his cock. He assists by slipping her panties back in place before lifting her and placing her gently back in the passenger seat before slipping himself back into his pants.

Aside from Y/n’s lightly pink cheeks, he didn’t think anyone would notice their coupling.

“Are you two… seeing each other?” Their other friend Yuma carefully inquired.

Y/n was the first to calmly deny it and laugh softly, “no, why do you ask?”

The three friends, Yuma, Ryuji, and Masachi, exchange glances, silently acknowledging a shared thought but opting to not broach the subject further.

They didn’t need to.

No one would be stupid enough to even dare look her way with the way that she reeked of Atsumu’s pheromone. It unmistakably screamed she belonged to him, and him alone.

The minute passing was only making Atsumu anxious.

Y/n promised to be home thirty minutes ago and it was past the promised time by ten minutes.

Atsumu was aware of his behavior, the possessive behavior he harbored for Y/n. He couldn’t deny it and it only continued to manifest each passing day.

He couldn’t even blame it on his upcoming rut that only seemed to have enhanced with Y/n’s change of pheromone as of late. Atsumu couldn’t quite put his finger on it but something about her has changed and it only made him more addicted to her.

There was one thing that he knew for sure and it was that he was in love with Y/n and wanted her and only her.

Y/n was fully aware of Atsumu’s perilous fixation on her.

She had not meant to let their fling go on this long, or at all. It was all a mistake and now… she couldn’t undo it.

She acknowledged that he wasn’t the only one going through this change alone. Y/n too has become possessive of Atsumu. When he would come home with the scent of another omega on him, she would feel her mood turn sour.

Y/n refused to accept it but since having sex with Atsumu, she has not wanted an omega again. She came to terms that she had officially adopted the omega gender, a lot sooner than later for other hybrids. It was inevitable with the amount of sex she was having.

Studies have shown that the more dominant gender would manifest with the amount of climax and chemicals released each time. Whichever gender they possess during their highest climax constantly, their body will begin to adapt to that gender.

It was an addiction, once Y/n had a taste of being an bottom, there was no going back. She craved for Atsumu, his pheromone, his cock deep within her. She craved feeling his thick cock graze and stimulate her pussy walls. She craved being filled to the point her belly bulged.

Y/n began to be delusional. She has never wanted to be knotted so badly, she wanted Atsumu’s knot. She wanted to be bred.

Aware of her behavior and obsession with Atsumu, Y/n tried to meet other alphas… hoping any alpha would do but when she was approached by an alpha at the bar, her nose crinkled in disgust.

It was undeniable that Atsumu was all she wanted.

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to be greedy, to give in and savor all the seconds she could have with Atsumu. She convinced herself that if she took as much as she could from him, she could let him go and move on with their lives.

She fueled his obsession and possessiveness, allowing him to have his way with her, and ravish her body, mind, heart, and soul to his content. After all, she not only wanted something to remember him by but the same for him, even if it was just her body. She’ll make it so that he would only think of her when he would be with future omegas.

They were constantly having sex everywhere and at any time, morning sex, second-morning sex, before-work sex, after-work sex, shower sex, and bedtime sex. As if they were in a constant heat and rut cycle. She was not blind to Atsumu’s attempts to mark her. Every time he took her from behind, she would freeze when his teeth would graze over her scent gland, where his teeth could puncture the sacred spot that should be reserved for her mate. Her hand would cover the spot but Atsumu has now locked her wrists together above her head.

Y/n has become weak for him, submissive per se, and allowed him to do what he pleases.

But she needed to put an end to it.

Whatever they were doing was unhealthy.

“Why – why are you doing this?” His voice wavered, his tone laced with pain.

She waited for him to return home from his daily training and as soon as he entered through their apartment doors, the bright smile he always had faded slowly as he felt the heavy atmosphere in the room. Y/n called for him to take a seat across from her before breaking both their hearts.

“We shouldn’t have even started this in the first place, ‘Tsumu.” Y/n said calmly, but she was anything but calm.

“Don’t call me that, if you don’t want to be with me anymore you have no right to call me that!” A tear slid down his cheek. “Only the woman I love can call me that.”

Y/n held back her tears and swallowed hard before forcing the words out again. “Atsumu, this thing between us should not have even happened in the first place.”

“Why not?” he argued, “it was like you forced me or I forced you. Everything up until now has happened because we both wanted it, and both needed it. We needed each other!”

“Look at us, we know what happens when you cross that line between friends!”

“So what, we can be lovers now?” Atsumu shot back, roughly wiping his tears away. “We can be boyfriend and girlfriend and whatever more if you want, I don’t care. I just want to be with you. I just want to love you!”

As if a veil lifted, she suddenly realizes he loves her.

Y/n blinked, the tears that filled her eyes slipping down her cheeks as she heard his confession.

“You – you do? Like in a real relationship?” Y/n clarified with a careful tone. She didn’t want to misinterpret his words.

“Fuck yes. Do you want to be in a relationship? Then let’s make it official. Do you want to get married? Let’s get married. You want me to mark you, I’ll be glad to mark you to let the whole universe know you are mine…” Atsumu took steps until he was in front of her. When did she look so fragile, so small? He wrapped an arm around her back while his other hand cupped her cheek, wiping away the tear that slipped down her rosy cheek. “I want whatever you want, just as long as you are by my side. Whatever title you want, you can have it all.” He rests his forehead against hers. “But if you are to ask me, I want you as mine in every possible way.”

Y/n shut her eyes tightly. “Say it again,” her voice was barely above whispering, “say you love me again.”

“I love you, Miya Y/n.” Her eyes snapped open and Atsumu grinned, “you didn’t ask but I’m going to give you my last name, so no backs.” He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, “tell me, Y/n… tell me you love me too.”

“I love you, Miya Atsumu. I love you.”

His life felt 99% complete, there was only that 1% left.

“Now, tell me you’re going to stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”

Y/n pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m going to stay by your side for the rest of our lives.”

Her fingers tremble as the third pregnancy test reveals the same thing, a positive result.

“No… how…” she muttered to herself. She dropped it into the garbage can and massaged her temple.

She began experiencing symptoms that she couldn’t avoid and excuse any longer.

Craving, tenderness, and fatigue.

Everything that was pointing to what she was afraid of was pregnancy.

But how? Atsumu has never knotted her.

“Pregnancy can happen without a knot, it is not as common but it can still happen if you are extremely sexually active.” The doctor raised a brow, questioning, “especially if you are not using protection. Are you sexually active? Having unprotected sex more than four times a week?”

Y/n’s ears burned and she was embarrassed to answer the question.

She and Atsumu did use condoms but would forget, losing themselves to the feeling of skin on skin. Y/n was weak to Atsumu’s begging to always cum inside her. It was to feed his ego of knowing she had a part of him inside her at all times.

Her silence and flushed cheeks were all the doctor needed to know. “The chance of conceiving is much higher if you and your partner are extremely active, which is the case since you said your partner has yet to knot you?”

“That is correct,” Y/n answered meekly.

“With this confirmed pregnancy, there is a high percentage of you becoming an official omega.” They explained that Y/n would no longer be a hybrid, and would no longer have any alpha traits.

The doctor placed a booklet before her titled New Mommy and What to Expect and went through it briefly.

Y/n cleared her throat before asking, “my… partner is due for his rut soon… would it be okay to be knotted while… pregnant?”

Her doctor nodded and flipped to page 8, with big and bold letters at the top: Knotting during pregnancy. “You should be fine, if anything, your body will need your partner’s semen to nourish your pregnancy.”

Y/n shivered feeling the heavy pheromone throughout the apartment. Now, it made sense as to why she had been sensitive to his pheromone lately, her pregnancy hormones had enhanced all her senses. “Atsumu?”

Before she could check the kitchen, strong arms enveloped her in a tight bear hug. His hot body heat penetrated through her clothing and she was swallowed wholly by his pheromone at straight physical contact.

His nose buried into her neck as he inhaled sharply, “what took you so long?”

He knew of her appointment but it did run slightly longer than she anticipated.

Before she could answer him, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulders and carrying her to his bedroom.

Y/n blinked, hands pressed against his lower back to steady herself… and at the same time comprehend the sight in front of her.

Atsumu’s bare ass. He was completely naked.

She is dropped onto his bed and is immediately pressed against the mattress with Atsumu’s body which somehow feels larger than usual, she feels so small under his body.

His mouth is hot and heavy on hers, his fingers already pulling and ripping off her clothes just to feel her naked flesh against his.

Y/n gasped, feeling his cock pressed against her abdomen, it sent a jolt to her pussy and she instantly felt herself wet.

Atsumu straddled her small body but kept his weight off of her. The only weight he had on her was the weight of his cock and heavy sacks against her lower abdomen. His eyes are glowing gold and dilated, a trait of an alpha in a rut cycle.

“Y/n,” he groaned, rocking his cock against her bare skin, seeking any sort of physical touch. He was fighting against losing control, he didn’t want to scare or hurt her. “I don’t want to hurt you… but my rut cycle… it can – I’ve been told I’m too rough… I might hurt you…”

Y/n cupped his cheek, “you will never hurt me, ‘Tsumu…”

He nuzzled against their palm, pressing a kiss to it. “I’m happy to hear… You’re made for me... right? You can take my everything I give you, right?”

She nodded her head like an obediently, eager to please. “Yes. Yes, I am made for you. I will take everything you give me, ‘Tsumu.” She widened her legs, offering herself to him, “hurry, give me your knot.”

Her approval and request are all Atsumu needed to hear to be tipped over the edge, to allow his rut cycle to take over and please Y/n.

He flipped her over onto her tummy and lift her ass, his palm came down onto her left cheek, making her yelp before moaning. He rubs his more than ready cock along her slits before pushing it deep within her warm pussy, stretching her to accommodate his rut-size cock.

Atsumu leaned over her, his whole body wrapped around hers from behind as he pressed a light kiss below her ear, murmuring, “relax for me…”

Y/n’s buried face against his comforters helped her control her breathing as she tried to accommodate the size change of his cock, something that was march larger and thicker than usual. Atsumu was already large and thick in the first place, but his rut-size cock was on another level.

“That’s it baby,” he cooed, feeling her ease up. He wasted no time ramming his cock, groaning as he nudged her cervix opening that immediately began spreading. “I’m going to knot you, baby. Give you the knot you deserve.” He leaned back, straightening himself before scooting them to the edge of the bed. He stepped off but kept Y/n remaining at the edge of the bed with her ass still in the same position, with that, he ram his knock repeatedly.

The bed squeaked along with the clapping of their skin on skin.

Atsumu’s fingers dug deeper into Y/n’s hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts hard and fast, his cock stimulating quickly each time the tip of his cock would touch her cervix opening.

It wasn’t as common to knot on the first time but Atsumu is positive he will knot her. Her cervix has already propped open, encouraging and readily welcoming his knot.

And he will happily oblige.

He withdrew quickly, smirking at her whimper of emptiness. Flipping her onto her back, he smiled down at her and swiftly filled her with his cock once more. “I need to see your face the first time that I knot you.”

Her eyes enlarged, knowing knotting rarely occurred on the first try, at least for her during her rut cycle days.

“Your cervix has already opened for me,” he whispered hotly, fastening his hips. “Your body is ready for me, for my knot.”

Her eyes rolled back as he confirmed it, the tip of his cock pushed past her opening and locked in place. A loud moan escapes from Y/n’s lips as she tightens and curls against him.

His sack emptied its load of cum deep, filling her womb, breeding her.

Atsumu has been impatient, wanting to impregnate her soon, wanting to see her full and round. Wanting to meet their children who will take after Y/n.

He groaned in pain and pleasure. It was true to the rumors, knotting the person you love was different in all the best way possible. The intimate bond was indescribable.

His thumb massaged deep circles into her hip, trying to distract her from the pain of his knot. “You did so well, you’re taking my knot so well…” he murmured, pressing light kisses all over her face.

Atsumu is suddenly hit with a self-awareness of being selfish. He had never even discussed it with her about children yet, here, he had knotted her. It was a 99% chance of guaranteed pregnancy.

He dropped his head beside her and muttered an apology.

“Why are you sorry?” Y/n asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

He rolled them onto his back with her above him. He avoided her eyes, “I knotted you without asking if you would be okay with… being pregnant…” His eyes closed, unable to witness the expression she might give him.

“Atsumu, look at me.”

His eyes snapped open at the tone of her voice, one he had never heard her use on him. Panic surged through him as he searched her eyes. His eyes suddenly fell on her tits, noticing they looked slightly bigger than he remembered.

“My eyes, Atsumu, look at me.”

With flushed cheeks, he reverted his gaze to hers and swallowed. She shifted over his cock, his knot already begun to deflate.

“I had wanted to announce this much differently but… there’s no better time to announce it than now,” she giggled and reached for his hands and pressed them against her belly. “You see, I’m already pregnant.”

Atsumu’s world froze as he processed her last sentence. “Come – come again?”

Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his, “I’m already pregnant, Atsumu. We’re expecting.” Her eyes widened as she squealed, pressing her hands against his strong muscles. “Atsumu!” she shrieked. Atsumu’s cock that was still inside her had instantly become erect once again.

He groaned and pulled her down flushed against him. “My cock is just as excited…” That meant he would get to have all the raw sex, knowing his duty now is to supply her body with all his cum. Rocking his hips he slowly thrusts into her, ignoring how each time he withdrew, his cum would leak.

Y/n pushed against his chest until she settled on her elbows, trapping his head in between them. Her face hovers over his, “the doctor says my gender has officially changed, I’m an omega now. So, no more rut-cycles for me.”

“Good, you’re my omega now,” Atsumu thrust upward, his hand came around the back of her head and pressed her lips against his, “only mine.”

. . .

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imagine trying out that pheromone perfume on alpha steve…just to see if it’s legit and he comes home to you cooking or baking at the counter and his entire body is like ! where is my sweet angel princess omega!!! i need to touch her !

and he’s not sensing anything out of the ordinary esp since he’s missed you all day so he comes up behind you and wraps you in a hug, kissing against your cheek and jaw with a sweet “hi baby-” but as his lips meet your jaw he smells it (not knowing what it is but it changes his entire demeanor) he’s nuzzling into your neck, and rutting into your ass like “mmm baby you smell so fucking good. holy fuck.”

just grunting and groaning , sloppy kisses completely distracting you, and then he bends you over and ravishes you right on the kitchen counter🥰

oh this is beautiful, i’ve been having writers block so i apologize that this isn’t longer but i may come back to this bc… wow

Honestly, you thought it was a scam, something that people sell as gag gifts or well-intentioned hoaxes. But part of you hoped the pheromone perfume would work, not that your sex life with Steve had been anything except incredible since presenting together, rather out of curiosity.

With a dab to your neck, you faintly smelled something that felt reminiscent of the scent of need. Like going into a bakery and noting the aroma of pastries, unable to identify them specifically. Not precisely yours, but close.

So you grumbled over the waste of money, barely recalling it was there after a few minutes, and began cooking dinner. Steve had been working the closing shift, something Keith usually took, but it fell into your boyfriend's lap today.

The wooden door smacked against the frame as he entered, shoes coming off near the opening mat.

As it wore off on you, Steve noticed it instantly, the potent need filling his senses. Not recognizing the food you were prepping, he placed hands on your hips, pulling you close to him.

With your back against his chest, he nosed at your neck, growling so low that it sent vibrations down your spine.

“Smell so good, honey.” He manages to say, hands wandering across your midriff.

Feeling flushed, you wanted to remove your sweatshirt, but it seemed your alpha was a moment away from tearing it off.

“Thank you, Stevie, it’s your favorite pasta-“ You began, about to ask how his shift went until he grunted.

“Not what I’m talking about.” He stated, making you realize what the perfume was invoking in him as he adored your family recipe of tomato sauce.

Squeaking as he turned you around, kissing your neck feverishly, your own fingers going to his hair. He soon moved to your lips, enveloping yours with a hum, growing painfully aroused beneath his right jeans.

“Wait, Stevie-“ You laughed, his lips pulling away puffy and pink, his cheeks flushed red. You swiped the spit dripping onto his chin before grabbing the plate you had just made for him, “Need to eat first.”

“I don’t want to eat that right now,” He breathed with no malice or impatience. Setting the glassware on the counter, you grew embarrassed, making him furrow his brows.

“I bought this pheromone perfume, I thought it didn’t work.” You revealed, his interest peaking immediately as he went back to sniffing your neck, “Are you really getting-“

The answer to your inquiry came fast as he pulled your hand to the swelling beneath his jeans, a wonton gasp following.

“It doesn’t smell like you, but, shit, I need you. It’s like it’s making yours louder.” He groaned, impatient, he turned you around as your chest pressed onto the countertop.

“So needy,” You whisper, only getting a smack on the bottom, “Ow!”

“Watch it.” He scolded, though he could be further from irritated, too focused on the easiest way to remove your clothes without ripping them.

(He had ripped off your clothes twice before, fueled by the need to see you bare, which he earned complaints for. The agreement was that he could tear underwear, but he had to take you out to buy new ones afterward)

As if you could read his mind, some of his favorite words left your mouth, “You can rip them.”

Steve’s heart began racing, laughing against your neck, “Oh, you have no idea what you just did, honey.”

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cypherthesuccubus · 29 days

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I’m not done with you yet….darling~

Alastor x Reader -Part 3- (NSFW)(MDNI)!!!!

WARNINGS: smut, blood kink, bondage, slight S&M, Dom/Sub, rough rutting, mate marking, leash play/ownership, slight degradation, praise kink, body worship, ass worship, cock worship, she/her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie, facial

Other Tags: Fluff, Angst

Note: Reader will receive aftercare

Things are getting rather tense wouldn’t you say? Part 3 is finally here! I hope you enjoy this one my darlings! Cause I certainly do~😈

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

It’s been a week in a half since being in the hotel now. I did profusely apologize to Charlie for my behavior that one time I decided to drink. She forgave me of course, and warned me not to do it again if I really want to be redeemed. I felt really bad about doing that to her, but everything is ok with her and me now. I still hung out with Angel and Cherri; I just didn’t join in when they wanted to drink and stuff. They really are really good friends when you get down to it though. Through out these few days I did the best I could by helping around the hotel. Some days I helped Charlie come up with new group activities. There were times I helped Niffty clean and cook; she gave me a lot of cleaning tips and on how to make a mean jambalaya. She cooked that often cause it was one of Alastor’s favorite meals. I didn’t peg Alastor to have a favorite dish honestly, since he pretty much said to me that night he was a cannibal. I’ve been doing my best to avoid him; especially his gaze. Thank god he’s been keeping his distance as well, but every time I enter into a room with him being there; instant red eyes watched me. Observing me. Almost burning holes forever deep into my soul. The air always felt even more static like the longer he stared. There were times I would catch him staring, and he will notice right away. But instead of looking away, he would purposefully lock eyes with me as if to warn me about getting too close. I honestly don’t know much more I can take!! Ever since that talk with Alastor that night; I haven’t been sleeping very well. These dreams would always wake me up in the middle of the night; drenched in sweat and seriously frustrated. They always start with me running from something I couldn’t see; just absolutely terrified. As soon as this thing tackles me to the ground; turning me over while pinning my arms above my head. It gives me a better look of what’s gonna seal my fate.

Everytime I always see Alastor staring down at me. His eyes half lidded; always filled with hunger as his long tongue lulls out his wide, sharp teethed mouth. Licking his lips in anticipation just to taste my flesh. I shuddered every time he lean down to give my neck an agonizingly slow lick. All the way from my collarbone to the lobe of my ear; giving it a nibble. Then he would always whisper into my ear; making the pit of my stomach do loops.

“You will be mine soon….darling~”

Before his teeth would sink into my neck, that’s when I would wake up. I wish these dreams would stop!! Not only do I wake up sweating; having to change my clothes and shower. Every time I pull down my panties; just gooey strings of my fluids connected me to them. How did I get so soaked from almost being eaten?!?! Not only have the dreams and him staring at me been unbearable. There’s been this faint smell that’s been forming since that night we talked. It’s been getting slowly stronger by the day, but at night, it becomes overpowering that I would have to cover my face when walking to my room at night. By then it’s already too late, once that smell hits my nose, I instantly have to change my panties once again. I don’t know where the smell is coming from, but soon enough, I’m gonna find out and put it out at its source; so I can finally sleep in peace for once.

Today started like any normal day. I helped niffty in the kitchen with breakfast again. Today was French toast or Waffles with sliced ham and eggs. Then we had a morning activity added in with the before dinner activity. Charlie wanted to instead having one long activity before dinner; she instead made 2 30 minute activities a day instead. She figured it would make even more incredible progress that way. This morning’s activities was directed around believe it or not. Consent. Her lesson plan was based around the term of consent and how important it is to use and have in our daily lives. Whether you’re asking for someone’s consent about using their car all the way to asking for their consent to having sex as well. She even explained how it’s important with even an already married couple too. Just because someone is married doesn’t mean they will want sex all the time. Even when married or not, always get your partner’s consent before anything. Angel couldn’t resist and added “Consent is sexy~” I couldn’t hold back the giggles with Angel giggling along side me too. Then I started to smell that smell again. It was faint at first so it was easier to push it aside, then it got even stronger after Angel’s comment. I look around the room to see where could that smell be coming from. It felt as thou it was right on top of me. As soon as I thought that I looked behind me and froze. Ruby red eyes looked down at me paired with a very wide grin more sinister than normal. “Good morning my dear~”

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

Her face turns to that deep shade of red once more as she slightly fidgets in place. Being as close as I am right now like this; she almost looks like a frightened and timid little doe. Unsure whether to approach or run away from the hunter. “Good morning A-Alastor.” She spoke with a voice almost as sweet as honey as she twiddles her thumbs nervously. Charlie looks over to us “Oh Good morning Alastor! We just went through our activity’s topic today. It was about consent and how important it is to use it in our daily lives.” I cock my head to the side “Oh I agree wholeheartedly Charlie. Consent is indeed very important.” Charlie smiles and claps a couple of times “I so glad you agree Alastor! See Vaggie I knew having 2 group activities a day would be more effective!” I zone out the idle prattle going on with the other others as I turn my gaze back down to (Y/N). She blushes once more as she locks eyes with me. Breath shaky as she quickly covers her nose. “Please tell me you smell that too Alastor. I have no clue what that is. Is it just me?” I smile even wider as I lean down to her ear “I will only tell you if you do a few….small favors.” She shudders as she speaks softly “F-f-favors?” I brush a stray hair and tuck it behind her ear “Come to my room by Midnight tonight….we’ll discuss terms then.” I stand back up to see her entire face glowing red as she let out a tiny whimper. It took everything in me not to drag her out of here and into my room already.

This entire week and a half was a nightmare for me. As much as I was trying to stay away and not interact with her; I’d still end up running into her one way or another. My usual tricks to help keep my season at bay was not working anymore. Slowly my physical tell tale signs were starting to show itself. First, my pheromones started to trickle out until I couldn’t cut it off anymore whenever (Y/N) was around. When she came close or whenever she was in the same radius as me; my pheromones would go out of control; filling my nostrils until I would have to retreat back into my room. It got really dangerous when we walked by each other in the corridor the other day. She was leaving her room as I was heading to mine. I instantly caught a whiff of her scent when she passed by. It smelled sweet as it clinged to the back of my throat. I quickly made haste into my room in hopes she didn’t know what was happening. Luckily I escaped in time before things got out of hand. The second sign was painfully obvious in which I made sure no one sees it ever. That day catching of catching her savory scent, gave me the most painful erection I’ve ever felt. As I retreated back to the room before she noticed; closing the doors quickly. My breathing became shallow as if I ran all the way here. I look down to see that painful tent I pitched was already leaking through my trousers; which I had dry cleaned that day as well. I touched it slightly; wincing at the pain, I knew it has gotten past the point of no return.

Reliving myself was too painful now, so I have no choice, but to give into my season….and to whom it wants. To whom…..I really want~ I need to prepare if I’m going through with this. I need to properly show her exactly what she’s been doing to me. She. Will. Be. All…….Mine~

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somanyratsinthewalls · 5 months

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Pairing: Kid x AFAB!reader

Summary: When you drink, you always beg your boyfriend to be rougher with you. Every single time, he says no. He’s afraid he’ll hurt you. After a dry spell, your much larger man obliges your request.

TW: ANGST? Kink communication issue, potential pressure to be into something? Alcohol consumption, Spanking, Rough sex, nipple clamps, improper use of devil fruit powers, sex toy usage, drunk fooling around, Bondage, handcuffs, missionary, unprotected sex, choking, creampie babyyyy, they are in love, Kid loves his lil lady.

Smut Under the Cut (minors DNI you will be blocked)

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*3 weeks earlier*

It was 2 AM and you and Kid had stumbled into his captain’s quarters after a night of heavy drinking with the rest of the crew. He had been pawing at your breasts through your shirt and kissing your neck as he ushered you down the hallway. Finally reaching the door, Kid pushed it open and swiftly pressed your smaller figure against it once it was closed and you two were on the other side. While attacking your lips with his, Kid moves to remove his large, imposing metal arm so it can be out of the way for your love-making session. You pull your head back, breaking the kiss.

“Keep it on…” You pant out at him while cupping his face.

“Dollface you know I can’t… It’ll hurt you… I promise you don’t want that…” He insists as he casts aside his apparatus. He leans down to kiss your lips again. Drunk with need (and alcohol), you roll your eyes and drop the issue for the night. Kid picks you up in one arm and lays your body down on the bed. He pushes your torso up, silently asking you to help him take your clothes off. You assist him slip off your top and shorts, laying back down completely bare for him.

“I will never get tired of this.” Kid says as he slides his hand up your side, marveling at your naked body. “So pretty… and just for me…” His mouth waters at the sight and dives down to kiss you again. Kid slips his tongue into your mouth and you relish in the feeling of his massive body on top of yours, raking your nails gently up his back and into his scalp. You feel his hard dick rubbing into your center as you kiss.

You whine and rut your hips into his to gain more stimulation on your aching cunt. Kid pulls back and chuckles down at you.

“So needy as always, baby. Haha don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, my little-”

“Choke me.” You interject.

Kid’s eyes blow wide as he stands on his knees on the bed over you. You were in one of your moods again.

“Absolutely not.” Kid leans down to try to kiss your chest to distract you.

“Slap me, then. At least spank me!” You desperately press your core into his, trying to tempt him into humoring your most favorite fantasy. You had a pain kink. You knew that. Kid knew that, but he had never given in. You were so small compared to him. As a pirate, you certainly weren’t weak, but Kid was so frightened that as soon as he acquiesced your request, he might hurt you more than you wanted. He would’t be able to live with that.

“God damnit, Y/n! Stop it!” Kid gripped your hip with his strong, callused hand.

“Oh my GOD, Kid! I’m not a paper doll! I know you’re strong, and THAT’S one of the things that turns me on about you! I LIKE you BECAUSE you’re big and strong! You aren’t going to kill me, I can take it!” You huff and sit up from your laying position on the bed. “I’m a fucking Kid Pirate! I want to get tossed around a little, roughed up a bit! And I KNOW you want the same thing! I’ve heard you with those girls before we got together! I want you to just… let go for once!” You shout at him.

“You aren’t like those girls, Y/n!” Kid spits back at you immediately. “Those whores meant nothing to me. I didn’t care what happened to them. But you…” He grabs your hand in his. “You’re my everything. And I just don’t want to go too far and…”

“Save it. Honestly, Kid? I get it, but save it. If you don’t think I’m strong enough to handle you... then the message is received.” You slip your legs out from under him and off the side of the bed.

“So you haven’t been satisfied in bed with me? Because I’ve seen you squirt enough times to challenge that idea.” Kid is starting to get annoyed with your attitude.

“Kid I love the sex we have, I’ve just been trying to communicate to you that I might have other needs and wants. You’re telling me you’ve never wanted to manhandle me into ungodly positions until I’m crying? You DON’T want me bent over your lap with my ass bright red for you? You’re saying the thought of me walking around the next day covered in marks showing the crew who I belong to doesn’t turn you on?”

Kid blinks at you.

“I’m so done having this conversation tonight. Goodnight, Kid.” You slip your shorts and shirt back on and head towards the door.

“Doll, wait-“

You leave your captain’s room and head back to your own, the one where you rarely slept nowadays. Frustrated, you flopped into bed and tried to fall asleep.

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*now*

“Happy birthday, to you! Happy birthday, to you! Happy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you!”

Your pirate crew of oddballs had planned a surprise little get together on the Victoria Punk as a celebration for your birthday. You smiled as you leaned forward, pulled your hair out of the way, and blew out the pink candles on your beautiful birthday cake. You had no idea Killer could bake, but this was a pleasant surprise.

“Thank you guys, it means a lot… but we have more booze, right?” The crew hooted and hollered loudly as Wire poured more shots. Kid was next to you. You had kept up appearances since your argument in his bedroom, and for the most part you were… fine? You got along, didn’t argue, but you hadn’t shared a bed or a kiss in weeks. He was always near you to dispel any rumors throughout the ship that you two had been having problems. You both took two shots that Wire had poured for you. You winced a bit and then laughed.

“Are you trying to make this my last birthday?!” You choke out across the table. Your crew mates laughed. You spent the next few hours drinking and enjoying your party. As the festivities died down, your captain pulled you aside against the wooden wall of the ship.

“I have a special present for you tonight, doll face… want it?” He growled into your ear as he grabbed your hip with his flesh hand. The alcohol in your system was making you forget your argument weeks ago easily.

“Mhmmm…. What is it? Can I have a hint?” You licked your lips and looked up at Kid, who had a devilish smirk on his face.

“Let’s just say…” Kid moves his hand to wrap around your face. “It’s something you’ve always wanted.” His smile grows impossibly wider while staring directly down at you. He squishes your cheeks. “Now, open.”

You part your lips for him. Kid gently, slowly drops a ball of spit from his mouth into yours and uses his hand to close your lips. You clench your thighs and swallow. You moan at his vulgar actions. He was so fucking hot.

“Good girl.” He coos at you. Your eyes roll back into your head. “Let’s go.”

Kid swiftly picks you up and throws your body over his shoulder as he heads out of the dining room towards his captain’s quarters. The few remaining crew members gave you wolf whistles and cheers as you jokingly gave them the Queen’s Wave from your position draped over Kid’s back.

You giggled as Kid swiftly carried you to his chambers on the ship. Before he reaches his door, he gives you a sharp, short, smack on the ass with his hand.

“Oh!” You yelp out, surprised and aroused by the hit.

“I hope you know what you’re in for, you little slut. You’re gonna be a real good girl for me tonight, right, sweetness?” Kid growls at you as he bursts into his room, kicking the door closed behind you both. He tosses your body onto the bed face up as he stands at the edge of the bed looking down at you.

In your horny, drunken state, you giggle up at him.

“Hmmm…. How good are we talkin’ captain? Because I kinda-“ Your voice falters when you look up at the ceiling and see a chain with handcuffs hanging from it, right above the bed in the center. “Woah…”

Kid chuckled.

“It’s gonna be a long night, doll, I hope you’re ready. Strip.”

You begin to reach for the zipper on the side of your party dress to take it off. Impatient, Kid grabs the fabric of the dress right between your breasts with his large metal hand and rips it off your body, leaving the tatters on the bed surrounding your naked form.

“I liked that one.” You pouted up at him.

“I’ll buy you 10 more. Up. Now.” Kid grabs your wrists and pulls you up onto your knees on the bed. He lifts your hands above your head and snaps them into the handcuffs. Somehow, the cuffs were at a perfect height that your arms were suspended above your head and you were left kneeling with spread legs in the middle of the bed. You struggled against your cuffs, wanting to feel his toned body against yours so badly, but you couldn’t move.

“Resisting? I thought you wanted this, hmm? Begging for so long for me to use and abuse your little body… Can’t handle it now that you’ve got it?” Kid slips his jacket off onto the floor, leaving him in just his trousers. He takes his cold, metal hand and wraps it around your whole body, squeezing the steel digits gently into your torso.

“I-I can take it! I promise! I want it so bad!” You whine out and wiggle your hips in his direction. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend had finally agreed to indulge in your kinks. Your nipples were erect and your pussy was becoming slicker by the moment, just looking into his bright orange eyes that were dark with lust.

“Oh you’ll take it, haha! You wanted it, you’ll get it.” Releasing your body with a sinister laugh, Kid raised his flesh hand. Something zoomed across the bedroom and arrived in his grasp. It was some sort of metal chain contraption. “Now hold still, sweetness… oh wait! You don’t have a choice!” Kid laughed again as he approached your naked, helpless form with the metal chain. It was a set of nipple clamps. You gasped. He started fastening the clamps onto your sensitive, erect nipples.

“Oh Kid… fuck…” Your head fell back at the feeling of the cool metal squeezing your hardened buds. Once your captain was satisfied with his work he stood up fully and looked down at you again.

“Fuck, doll… can’t believe how turned on you are by this. Kind of pathetic really…” Kid leaned in and wrapped his human hand around your neck. He pressed gently at the sides, constricting your breath. You let out a high pitched whine. Kid smirked before turning around and walked to his armchair across from the bed and sitting down. He leaned back in the chair and put up his boots.

“Kid… baby! Want you to touch me! Please?” You struggle against your cuffs above your head and try to spread your knees further, so he could get a glimpse of your soaking sex.

“HAH! You think it’ll be that easy? After bothering me for MONTHS to wreck your needy little body? When ALL I wanted to DO was pleasure you? Treat you? Give you all my love? You think I’ll just fuck you that easily? Hahaha, yeah right.” Kid was laughing at you… and it made your cunt gush.

Kid raised his right hand and pulled his fingers into his palm. With this motion, using his devil fruit powers, the metal chain connecting your nipple clamps pulled into the air and towards him. Your nipples were being tugged painfully in your lover’s direction from your bound position on the bed.

“OH FUCK!” You moan out loudly, this sensation new to you. Kid hears your pleasure and drops his telekinetic hold on the chain. He chuckles at your sigh of frustration. He then pulls and tugs at the chain using his powers, teasing you for several minutes. “Want more, my slutty little doll? Want me to touch between your legs? I can see how wet you’re getting…” Kid smiled as he tugged at your nipples more forcefully with the chain.

“YES! More! Please! I need it!” You desperately choke out as he stimulates your sensitive tits.

“Hmm… I don’t think you’ve earned the privilege of my cock yet… so this might have to do…” Suddenly a silver, shiny egg shaped object flew across the room from a drawer to rest against your left thigh. The object began vibrating lowly and you shrieked out in surprise.

“Kid!!” You lurched forward as your body got used to the vibrations against your skin.

“Uh oh… did little girl bite off more than she could chew?” Kid laughs as he slides the vibrator up towards your dripping sex.

“No…” You whisper out as your hair hung in front of your face.

Kid finally pushes the metal vibrator up to your cunt and presses it harshly against your throbbing clit.

"OH MY GOD!” You cry out and your knees tremble against the bed as your torso bends forward. You toss your head back and you shudder your hips towards the toy.

As he moved the vibrator back and forth in a slow, smooth rocking motion on your clit, Kid also resumed his movements pulling at the chain on your nipple clamps. You moaned and squealed loudly under your boyfriend’s hands-free ministrations. You opened your eyes to see Kid in his chair unbuckling his pants and freeing his massive, hard cock. You watch him pump it slowly and release a guttural, primal groan.

“Kid… please… I want it…”

“Not until you cum for me like this, doll face.” Kid’s demeanor doesn’t falter with your begging. You were going to have to work for his dick, he couldn’t let you have it so easily. You were going to have to prove to him how much you loved being treated like a toy, a plaything for him.

You felt the tension in your lower body build under the vibrations on your clit and squeezing of your nipples.

“I’m so close.. I’m right there… Fuck, Kid, I’m gonna-!” Your body seizes forward under the immense pressure of your orgasm. Your juices spill out around the toy pressed against your messy cunt and you cry out in pleasure. After the waves of pleasure cease, you hang limply against your cuffs and pant out heavy breaths.

“That’s a good girl… I guess you really are into fucked up shit, huh? How about you take this cock now, baby?” Kid gets up from his chair and sheds the rest of his clothing as he walks towards you. He reaches you, so close to your face, but out of reach for you to kiss him or feel him.

“Yeah! I can take it!” You breath out, struggling against your restraints.

“I have to admit… you are cute like this… want to feel me, doll?”

“Yes! Yes! I wanna touch you! I need to touch you! I love you so much, Kid! Please, let me!” You beg with tears in your eyes, you wanted to feel him inside of you so badly. He hadn’t even touched you with his hand all night.

“As you wish, my love…” His heart panged, finally reaching that sensitive part inside of him. He used his devil fruit power to remove your cuffs and you flopped down bonelessly on the bed. You whined and whimpered for him.

“Shh… I’ll take you now, it’s ok…” He grabbed your wrists and kissed them soothingly. He laid you back and spread your legs for him as he slotted himself between them on the bed. He lined his weeping, angry cock up with your wet hole. Before he pushed into you, he pressed the crook of his metal hand into your neck and the mattress. As his cold metal squeezed your neck, Kid fully shoved his cock inside of you.

“Kid… Yes…” You squeaked out as he choked you out.

“Holy shit you’ve never been this wet or tight before. You really are a little pain slut! Maybe I shouldn’t have had you wait this long if I knew how good you’d feel on my cock like this…” Kid stutters out as he pounds harder and harder into your pussy.

You felt yourself ready to cum so quickly, it was almost embarrassing… but you felt so safe and comfortable with your captain… The wet glide of his cock in your hungry walls was enough to send you teetering towards the edge again.

“CAPTAIN! Wanna cum again, please!” Tears spilled from your eyes down your cheeks to meet his metal hand around your throat.

“Well since it is your special day, who am I to deny you?” Kid picks up the speed of this thrusts and brings his flesh hand up in the air. The vibrator zooms back to your clit and picks up speed. The combination of sensations was so much, your head was spinning and you couldn’t no longer form a coherent sentence.

“Kid, I- AH!” You squirt and writhe all over your boyfriends thick cock as he relentlessly pounds into you from above. Your orgasm wracked through your body and left you boneless.

“I’m almost there, sweetness, you can take it…” He huffs and puffs as he chases the feeling of your needy cunt milking him of his release.

Oversensitive from your orgasm, you cry loudly and reach out with your hands to grip at his shoulders.

“Take all of it, doll, I know you can.” Kid grunts and releases his seed deep inside of you. He softly whimpers as he grinds his pelvis into yours, riding out the last spasms of his climax. He eventually flops onto you and buries his face in your ample chest. A few minutes of silence and heavy breathing go by.

“Ok maybe you were right about that.” Kid finally mumbles into your breasts.

“I know.” You chuckle and wrap both of your bodies in his red silk sheets. “Told you I could take it.”

“And take it you did, baby. I love you.” Your man nuzzles into your tits and makes himself comfortable.

“I love you too, Kid.” And you both drift happily off to sleep.

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that-sarcastic-writer · 1 year

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Sneaking around

Pairing: Billy Russo X F!Reader

Summary: You've been sneaking around with Billy, and your brother finds out. Brother's best friend trope.

Reader can be read as Frank's biological sister or just adopted/raised together, whatever your heart desires

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (be responsible, wrap it), p in v, billy is really fucking filthy, bit of slapping creampie, bit of physical violence, language

WC: 3k

A/N: Yay more billy! hes my favourite toxic murderer, so here we are. I also love the brothers best friend trope so I had fun writing this. hopefully it doesn't flop. Enjoy.

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Billy Russo was relentless, he was a man that knew exactly what he wanted and didn’t stop until he got it. And right now, he was getting exactly what he wanted. You, on your back, legs wide open and thrown over his shoulders as he fingered you open and his tongue abused your sensitive clit for the second time that day. And he honestly didn’t care about the amount of trouble he was going to be in with your brother.

“Fuuck. Billy please.” Your broken voice filled his ears and he could only growl in response.

His own noises sent vibrations through your core that had you digging your heels into his shoulder blades as one of your hands fisted his tousled chocolate locks, holding him against you. He took your vigor kindly as it only made him want to send you over the edge even more. He slammed his fingers into you, his palm rutting against you as he sucked on your clit. His long fingers curled against that perfect spot that made your thighs shake, and he was shaking his head from side to side as he sucked on your swollen nub, sending you into a shaking fit of sobs and moans of his name as your release coated his face and hand.

His fingers left you slowly, making sure you felt every second of it. His mouth was still on you, his tongue circling over your clit until you were pushing his head away, your body still slightly twitching. You felt him leave a kiss to the inside of your thigh, his beard leaving a delicious burn on your skin as he crawled over you, his body laying between your still shaking thighs.

“You did so good baby,” He praised, his lips attaching to that one spot on your neck he knew drove you insane. And you could only moan in response, “You’ve been such a good girl today. Want me to fill you up, hm? That what my sweet girl wants?”

You were sure your bottom lip was bright red and swollen from how hard you were biting it and you nodded a bit too quickly. “Please Billy.”

You felt him grin against your skin, and he hummed in acknowledgement before tugging his boxer briefs down his hips. And he filled you in an instant, your previous orgasms allowing him to slip in his cock with ease. Your jaw fell open in an instant and your toes curled at the delicious drag of his cock. And Billy was already closing his eyes at the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock.

“Fuck baby,” He groaned, the sound filling your ear as he lifted his head from your neck to watch the way your face twisted with pleasure with each drag of his cock. “You’re already squeezing the shit outta my cock and I’ve barely touched you. This pretty little pussy was made just for me hm?”

His words came out in a slur to you, your brain being completely consumed by the feeling of him, all you could think about how good he was making you feel, you weren’t really listening to what he was saying. He watched your face, enjoying the way he could absolutely make you fall apart to the point of not even being able to speak, but he also liked pushing your limits, as far as you would let him of course. And just as he gave you a particularly sharp thrust, he slapped your cheek softly, with just enough force to make you open your eyes.

“Hm? I asked you a question.” The low darkly tone in his voice made you inhale sharply. You stared at him with big eyes and your lips parted, whimpering softly every time you felt his cock hit that perfect spot, but you eventually nodded. “Yeah?”

You nodded again, your back lifting off the mattress as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

He took your weak and pathetic sounds with pride, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned down, throwing your legs high over his torso. He gripped your chin and happily took in your cries, his nose brushing against yours and his lips ghosting over yours, his own grunts filling the room. His cock hit so impossibly deep, making your legs shake each time he brushed through your walls. Fuck you were so close, and you knew he was too.

He dragged his other hand above your head, fist clenched tightly around one of your pillows as the burning feeling of your blunt nails dragged down his back, “Yeah just like that darlin’. Just like that.”

You were absolutely gone, in a different dimension entirely. The only thing you could hear was the sound of slapping skin mixed with your own cries and Billy’s groans. And then, something else rang in your ears.

“What the fuck.” Billy groaned in annoyance, his eyes landing on his phone sitting on your nightstand, right next to your bed. He lifted his head and he could see the screen light up, but he couldn’t see the name on the screen. His jaw ticked in annoyance but he reached over to grab it regardless.

You quickly noticed too, as soon as his movements stopped and you took a deep breath, eyes opening to glare at him, “Billy.”

“Shh, it’s your brother.” Your eyes immediately widened when he said that and your jaw dropped. But you gave him a panicked look when he actually answered. You were about to yell at him to hang up, but he was already answering the call. “Hey Frank. What’s up?”

This wasn’t exactly how you had planned your afternoon. You remembered, soon enough, that you weren't, in fact, supposed to be with Billy right now, because you had made plans with your brother. But the second you saw Billy standing at your door, your mind completely erased any other plans you had. And you knew damn well your brother would commit mass murder if he found you were fucking his asshole of a best friend. And you should’ve known better, but Billy was a man that got everything he wanted, and he was absolutely crazy about you from the day that he met you. You had been going out with Billy for months now, in secret of course. Which was getting harder and harder to do each day. Especially when he would do things like this. And you probably should’ve texted Frank as soon as Billy showed up, but you blamed him for that, you honestly didn’t even know where your phone was.

“Nah bro, I haven’t seen your sister.” He said, somehow, lying perfectly through his teeth as his cock still sat inside you. How, you had no idea. He held the phone to his ear with one hand as he listened, but his eyes never left you and you could see the devious look in those pitch black eyes you adored. “Shit really? I dunno, maybe she’s busy or somethin’.”

Just as he said those words he drew his hips back and without faltering, he slammed into you again. You cried out in surprise, but he saw it coming, so he slapped his other hand over your mouth, stifling the sound completely. He looked at you with big warning eyes as he gave you another thrust that had you squirming under him. You don’t know exactly how long he had you like this, or how long he stayed on the phone, somehow, his voice not once faltering or breaking aside from the occasional sigh.

“Listen, if I hear from her, I’ll let you know alright? Don’t worry about it too much, I’m sure she’s just fine.” Oh this motherfucker. You were anything but fine. You were clutching his wrist so hard you just knew it would leave a mark and you were so close that tears were filling your eyes. You hated that he could make you feel so embarrassed yet so good at the same time.

“Goddamn.” He finally groaned out, tossing his phone somewhere he couldn’t care about right now. His hand left your mouth and he leaned on his forearms as he dropped his head, all the self control he had completely leaving him.

“You asshole.” You managed to say before a high pitched cry ripped from your throat when he slammed into you, picking up the same pace he had prior to his phone ringing.

“I never said I was gonna stop.” He laughed, his head falling to your neck as he cradled your head with one hand, the other dropping between your bodies to rub harsh circles on your clit. “You did so good. And good girls get to come. C’mon, let go for me.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your orgasm hit you hard. He held you as your body shook under him, nails digging into his shoulders as you fell into a fit of sobs. His name slipped from your lips over and over as your walls squeezed his cock so hard it made his eyes roll into the back of his head. His mouth fell open, low moans falling from him as he fucked you through your orgasm. He dug his fingers into your hips, most likely to leave his own marks on your skin as his hips faltered. He gave you one, maybe two more thrusts before he fell still, cock twitching as he spilled himself inside you.

“Fuuck baby,” He groaned softly, lips dragging lazily over your jaw as he sat still, his pants joining yours. "You're gonna be the death of me.”

You laughed softly, eyes closed as you dragged your fingers through his disheveled dark strands, “That, or Frank might kill you too.”

He sighed out a laugh and nodded, lifting his head enough to press a kiss to your lips, “Mhm, that too. But after a fuck like that, I’d die a happy man.”

You scrunched up your face, snorting softly at his vulgar words and you lightly smacked the back of his head, which only made him laugh even more. “Billy Russo, such a romantic. I bet you seduce all of them with that mouth.”

“Got me here didn’t it?” He grinned, his chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you with that stupid cheeky look on his face, and God you hated that he was right.

You narrowed your eyes at him, lips pursed and you rolled your eyes at him, “Alright get dressed. I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, but he grabbed your chin, squeezing it as he pulled you into a deep kiss. And he didn’t pull away until he had you whimpering against his mouth, only then he moved away, pulling out of you in the process. He was going to be the death of you, if your brother didn’t kill you first.

You surprisingly managed to get yourself to the bathroom, by yourself, your legs were a bit wobbly but still stable enough to walk. You managed to find your panties and a shirt, which you figured was good enough for the time being. Now the task was finding your phone, which you knew was in one of your pockets, in the pair of jeans that BIlly had taken off you and tossed somewhere in your living room. You mentally cursed at him for that as you walked around your living room, trying to find your phone. A minute or two had gone by when you heard a string of rapid knocks on your door. You frowned softly, but your mind immediately went into panic mode. Shit. Frank.

You were praying that Billy didn’t decide to come out of your room before you could tell him. You heard another knock and immediately ran to the door. You ran a hand through your hair hoping to fix the clearly disheveled mess before you opened the door to reveal a not so happy looking Frank.

“The hell have you been? I’ve been calling you for hours. Are you okay?” He asked sternly, face fixed into a frown as he looked you over, looking for any injuries or anything alarming.

You swallowed a bit, and nodded, “Yeah I’m fine. Sorry, I fell asleep, and I don’t know where I left my phone.”

Frank invited himself into your apartment, and you scrambled after him, praying to a higher power that Billy definitely didn’t decide to come out now. Frank stood in the middle of your living room, looked around for a long minute before he turned to look at you.

“You were sleeping? You look like you got tossed across a room.” He frowned, taking in your mess of hair, stained makeup and flustered state. He gave you a suspicious look but you played off his words with a scoff.

“Oh wow, that’s so sweet of you to say. I sleep like shit, alright? Damn.” You deflected, folding your arms over your chest with a frown on your face.

Frank looked at you for another second, his expression softened a bit and he sighed out. He opened his mouth, and was about to speak again, when another voice filled the room and fuck you wanted to die right there and there.

“Baby, have you seen my—” Billy came into your living room, completely shirtless and his eyes were down as he did his belt, but as soon as he looked up all the color drained from his face. He stood frozen, eyes big as he looked at Frank. And you could see the gears turning in Frank’s head, and you saw the exact moment when bloody violent murder flashed through his face. And Billy saw the same thing. “Shit. Frank, hey, no. Hey—”

Frank was lunging at Billy before you could even say anything, and a hard fist met with Billy’s jaw in an instant. He stumbled a bit, but recovered quick enough to dodge the next punch and the one after that. He held his arms out in defense, not really trying to fight his best friend, but not trying to get his ass beat either, it wasn’t until you stepped in the middle of both of them that Frank stopped throwing punches, but he was fuming.

“Frank, Frank please just hold on a minute let me-”

“You’re fucking my sister?” He shouted at Billy, completely ignoring you.

“Well, not right now.” Billy answered, holding his throbbing jaw. Frank gave him this unhinged look that just screamed murder and he went to lunge at Billy again, but you stood in front of him, holding your hands out to keep some distance between the two of them. You looked at Billy over your shoulder and narrowed your eyes at him, and he sighed out. “Frank, man, listen. Lemme explain, this—”

“Explain my ass. She’s my little sister! I’m gonna kill you, you son of a bitch.”

“Hey!” You shouted at Frank, making him actually look at you this time. You took a deep breath and took a step forward. “Let us explain, please.”

He looked down at you, his face twisting with anger, but his eyes were slightly softer now. He clenched his jaw, and his fists were also clenched at his sides, but he said nothing, so you continued.

“Listen, this, I want this. Me and Billy, we’ve been dating for months. And I’m happy, so please, could you not, kill him? I kind of need him for the relationship to work.” You sighed softly, smiling a bit as you looked at your brother, hoping he could see you were being genuine.

He looked at you for a long minute before he looked at Billy with a hard look in his eyes, but still said nothing as he glared at Billy. Billy took a deep inhale and stepped in front of you, his expression as serious as he could possibly be as he looked at Frank.

“Frank, brother, I know I don’t have the best track record but, I’m serious about this. I’d never hurt her. I oughta shoot myself first, I swear.”

“Or I will.” Frank said through gritted teeth, his expression not changing for a second, and you honestly thought he was going to punch BIlly again, but after a long silence he sighed heavily. “Bill, I’m only gonna say this once, if you ever so much as make her cry, I will shoot you in the neck.”

Billy couldn't help sigh out a chuckle of relief and he bit lip softly as he looked at Frank for a second before he looked at you, “I think she would shoot me first.”

You smiled softly, reaching out to grab Frank’s hand and squeezed it softly, “Thank you, really.”

Frank pursed his lips, his face still hard, but his eyes were much softer now, you no longer saw anger and bloody murder, you just saw your protective big brother. He ultimately nodded, “Yeah yeah. Just call me when you’re both dressed. You and I gotta talk.” He said to you with a small groan as he moved away from you, stopping next to Billy and he narrowed his eyes, “I gotta talk with you too.”

Neither you or Billy said nothing as Frank left, and only then did he reach out to grab you. He grabbed your arm and with a long sigh pulled you to his chest. “Well that went well.”

He laughed softly at your words and shook his head, “Yeah. Best case scenario he might stab me in the throat in my sleep, a pretty quick death. That’s good right?”

“You’ll be okay, I’m sure your marine self can figure out a way to live.” You giggled softly, arms wrapped around his torso as you rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him, brushing a delicate finger over the red mark on his jaw you knew would bruise in a few hours. “At least we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

He nodded, resting a hand on the side of your face as he bit the inside of his cheek in thought, “True, but he might still break my jaw if I touch you too much.”

You snorted softly and shrugged, “It’s a work in progress.”

#billy russo x reader #billy russo smut #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x you #billy russo x y/n #billy russo #the punisher

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wormdebut · 6 months

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WORM ENTERS THE OMEGAVERSE.

I have not been writing. And this evening I wrote…so join me in my entrance to the omegaverse with a snippet…

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Everything is dull, these days. Wake up, drink coffee, jerk off, drink coffee, go to work exhausted anyway.

It’s all the same. Every damn day. Everything looks the same. Everybody acts the same. Everything smells the same.

Which is saying a lot for Eddie. Uncle Wayne always told him, his sense of smell was greater than any Alpha he’d ever met. Eddie wasn’t entirely sure if he was supposed to take that as a compliment but he did anyway.

So, this was it then. This new low of monotony. Even his sketches were suffering.

Eddie couldn’t help the low growl that escaped his throat, when he fucked up this stupid rose for the third time.

What the hell was wrong with him, lately?

Fuck if he knew.

“Munson!” Hop claps him on the back, wellp. There goes that damn leaf…again.

Eddie flicks his eyes up, scowl on his face.

“Jim.” He counters and Hop glares right back at him.

“Don’t ‘first name’ me, kid.”

Eddie huffs. “Then don’t interrupt me when I’m—“

Hop levels him with a steeled look. “When you’re stuck on your drawing of a grade one flower? You’re beyond that, Munson. I know you know that.”

Eddie runs a hand over his face. “Yeah I do too. I’m just—in a rut, I guess?” He says with a sigh.

“Damn this early? Do I need to send you home or—“

“Har har, Hop. You know what I mean.”

Jim Hopper smirks at him. The bastard. “I do, and—drawing that shit is just gonna keep you there so. I’ve booked out your day.”

Eddie perks up, honestly, a few good walk ins would probably help him break out of whatever this garbage is—

“You’re gonna hang out with the new guy.”

#worm enters the omegaverse #steddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #woof #worm brain #omegaverse #steddie omegaverse #hooooboy #HOEmegaverse am I right theydies

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atruththatyoudeny · 29 days

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Happy 28th! Here are all the amazing fics I read this month:

Hiding Green Smiles | HoldingOnToChaos | [45k] Louis’ heart is racing in his chest. The idea of temporary bonding—letting Harry bite down right on that spot without it being a real bond—makes his mouth go dry. He didn’t even know something like this existed! His mind fills with all the possibilities and questions. What’s it going to feel like? How will it affect his orgasms? How will it affect Harry’s knot? What parts of a bond does it simulate? When Louis goes with Liam to a hidden sex shop, he discovers a new sex toy, the BiteMat, and he can't believe his luck. He loves being bitten, has a biting kink, even, and now he can be bitten over his bonding spot without the fear of anything permanent. He hastily buys it to try with Harry, his friend and roommate, and his regular heat/rut partner for the last eighteen months. They've been friends-with-benefits outside heat or rut for eight months now, and Louis' been desperately in love with Harry for at least five of those months. -- Or the BiteMat fic

Secrets in Winter | softfonds | [82k] If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.

Don't Change Me | Sharyn28 | [157k] Once in every fifty years, the moon shines brightly over the town of Holmes Chapel for 24 hours. The moment it turns red, any alpha pack leader becomes incredibly and outrageously powerful. For approximately two hours until it subsides, the alpha has the power to change any secondary gender. For example, an alpha can turn another alpha into a beta or omega and so forth. It doesn't matter if the chosen person agrees or disagrees, they have no choice. Once the decision is made, there is no turning back. All it takes to seal the deal...is the alphas howl to the moon, proclaiming their intentions as they stand around a bonfire, where the change will take place immediately. How is Louis going to react when his best friend and alpha leader retracts his alpha status, turning him into an omega so they can mate? Especially when Harry doesn't talk to him about it first.

Drop and Draws - What a feeling | Elmeiko88 | [50k] Ever since he presented as an Alpha, Harry can't stop drawing the same person over again. Louis, since long before he presented as an Omega, has always had behavioural problems... When Niall sees one of Harry's drawings, it becomes clear that these two must meet, and quickly. Everything should be easy, shouldn't it? Except, perhaps, Louis is on the other side of the Atlantic, firmly attached to Ricky...

You Could Give That Aspirin the Headache of Its Life | LetTheMusicMoveYou | [3.6k] Louis had once heard that the chances of being struck by lightning are 1 in 700,000. He wonders now, how those odds compare to randomly being seated next to your ex boyfriend on a 10 hour flight. Honestly, if the universe is going to insist on ruining his life, he really would have preferred the lightning thing. (Or the one where Louis is a football player who gets stuck on a flight with his ex-boyfriend Harry. The universe might be conspiring against him, or is it?)

The Room Thief | 2tiedships2 | [12k] Louis: Can I come over? Need your help. Niall: Did someone die? I don’t need to help you bury a body do I? Wait, did you behead one of your alpha flatmates? I hope it was the one that smells like cherries. That is such a weird scent for an alpha. It’s disturbing. And I can’t even smell it. Louis: I’ve just been kicked out. Can I crash on your couch? Niall: Zayn’s in class. I’m here so get over here NOW. Louis: Thanks mate. Gonna pack a few things and will head over. Be there in about a half hour. --- When Louis comes home and is confronted by his knothead alpha flatmates, he knows it won’t result in anything good, but he didn’t expect to be left homeless, effective immediately. He definitely didn’t expect to fall for the specific knothead who stole his room.

i would know you from touch alone | staybeautiful | [73k] They had never been face to face before now. They’d never touched, skin to skin, until Harry landed a punch to his face, high on his cheekbone. Louis shoved him off and was pulling his fist back from Harry’s abdomen before he realized his face wasn’t tingling because of the pain. It pooled out from his cheek, over his face, down his neck and spine. A shiver in the late September night. Heat, sparks - whatever you wanted to fucking call it. or The Tomlinson and Cox gangs have hated each other for over forty years. Harry Styles, the grandson of Gritty Cox, was freshly back to the city after uni when, on his first night out, he punched the Tomlinson heir in the face. It shouldn’t have mattered, their gangs have done worse to each other. But all it took was one single touch to recognize your soulmate. Louis was adamant that being soulmates changed nothing, not who they were or which family they were loyal to. Or, at least, it shouldn’t have.

In Jest | LadyLondonderry | [4.8k] Louis, who smiles at Harry as he reclines in his chair. Louis, whose soulmark is visible thanks to his low-cut top. Louis, Harry’s soulmate, who seems to either be blissfully ignorant of that fact or maliciously ignoring it. Harry would really like to know which.

find a way (to send me a sign) | we_are_the_same | [666] Everything is dark, and Louis feels like he can’t breathe. For a moment, he is unsure what woke him up, until he hears it again. The soft buzzing of his phone on the bedside table. He pushes down the duvet that’s been covering his face and squints at the clock, the red digits telling him it’s exactly 3:00 AM. Rubbing at his eyes, Louis swallows back a yawn and reaches for his phone, intent on swiping the call away until he notices the name on the display. His heart jumps as he brings the phone to his ear. “Harry?”

Into The Mist | babyhoneyhslt | [63k] Sneaking on board the famous pirate ship Compass Arrow to get a story for his journalist father, Harry must do everything to keep a low profile. But when one of the crew discovers him, hiding from the ruthless Captain Tommo becomes almost impossible.

Tea Thyme | Fandom_Larry | [10k] In a town where omegas are expected to mate young, Harry finds himself still single. Instead of finding love, he chooses to live his life pining away for an alpha far above his class. That is until a mysterious courting gift shows up at his shop. What happens when he lets go of his dream and holds out for reality? Is it possible to still get everything he wants? Only the fates know.

Something About You Feels Like Home | MarWritesStuff (Ta_Ma) | [40k] When Harry starts paying attention, he feels his tummy fluttering. The singer is gorgeous in an almost ethereal way. He can tell that the man is an alpha just by looking at him, and he’s shocked to feel himself getting slightly wet. or The one in which Harry is a sheltered and inexperienced omega, brought up in a very traditional family, who just moved alone to London to finish his studies. There, he attends a concert by indie band The Rogue. Louis is the lead singer of The Rogue and is a bit tired of not finding a connection. Harry wants to let go of his family's rules and restraints, and Louis wants to find an omega to cherish and take care of.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #my fic rec #monthly fic rec #my reads #larry fics

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netherfeildren · 25 days

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hullo all— been thinking that i needed to say i’m real sorry I’ve been sorta absent on here as of late — not writing anything, slow on my responses, etc. etc. i’m saying i hope this is over soon, but honestly who knows. i’ve just been feeling so unmotivated and uninspired and just overall pretty lackluster about most things (maybe it’s that damn eclipse?), but i just wanted to say thanks for sticking around while i’m in this weird rut and i appreciate u all lots 🫶🏻

#vic talks

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passionpeachy · 19 days

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Sorry if this is weird, but how do you get the inspiration to draw as much as you do? I’ve been stuck in an art rut for 8 months now, but Everytime i see your art I WANT to draw, because it’s so beautiful and detailed, and it reminds me how much Fun I have when I do something as beautiful and detailed as that, it’s just hard to do it because my brain is fighting me all the way

Honestly I feel like I don't actually draw THAT much? and a lot of my art doesn't seem all that detailed unless it's a full illustration like those in my pinned. Keep in mind I've been reuploading old art, too, since my last account was deleted.

But I guess my main motivation right now is keeping up with my patreon responsibilities while also maintaining that element of fun no matter what. I never force myself to draw something that doesn't spark some joy in me.

I also don't have much else going on for me than art, so....

#asks

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violet-1atte · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Six: Frottage - Seungmin/Hyunjin

Tags: Dom/sub undertones, light feminization (Seungmin calls Hyunjin "princess"), dom!Seungmin, sub!Hyunjin

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“Fuck, hyung,” Seungmin groaned as Hyunjin attacked his neck wet kisses and soft nips. His fingers clenched the fabric of Seungmin’s shirt and he rutted his hips against his thigh in desperation, little whines and high pitched moans leaving his open mouth as he did so. “What’s got you so desperate?”

“Just– hah –haven’t gotten you in a while. Need–need you. Need to get off so bad. Seungmin, Seungmin–”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, Princess,” Seungmin said with a soft hum and Hyunjin whined in response. He rubbed soothing circles over Hyunjin’s back as he rolled his hips along his thigh. He could feel Hyunjin’s hard cock dragged along him through the fabric and it was making his own dick harden so fast he felt lightheaded with the blood rushing south.

“What do you want? We don’t have a lot of time,” he said, and there was a tinge of disappointment in his tone. They’d been so busy lately there had been no time to do anything at all together, so honestly it was no wonder Hyunjin was so desperate. Seungmin was desperate too. He just wouldn’t admit it.

“Just wanna–” Hyunjin cut himself off with a moan as his hips jerked forward again and Seungmin hushed him. “Can we–can we just–can we get off together? Wanna feel you just–”

Seungmin loved it when he got to the point where he was struggling to get his words out. He could get so incredibly needy and whiny and it made his stomach buzz with arousal and his heart sing with love. “You wanna rub your pretty cock against mine, Jinnie?” he asked, a smirk creeping onto his face.

Hyunjin moaned and dropped his head to Seungmin’s shoulder, nodding his head rapidly.

“Yeah, yes please, please. Please sir,” Hyunjin begged. He mouthed as Seungmin’s shoulder and Seungmin’s eyes fluttered shut for a second as he took in the sensation.

“Alright then baby, let's take your pants off you then,” Seungmin said. He was sad to have to move Hyunjin away from him but he knew the results would be worth it.

Hyunjin stepped back just enough for Seungmin to help him undo his pants and pull them past his hips. Hyunjin pushed them the rest of the way down and stepped out of them and then he tugged off his shirt. His cheeks turned red as Seungmin’s eyes ran over his long, bare legs, and then flicked up to his crotch where his cock was so hard it was hanging with the weight. Seungmin licked his lips and fixed Hyunjin with a hungry gaze. He couldn’t be blamed. Hyunjin was delectable . If he could, Seungmin would take so much more time with him, really getting a taste of him. But it would have to wait.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest?” he asked with a hum, reaching out to rub Hyunjin’s hip. Hyunjin almost stumbled at how fast he melted from Seungmin’s simple touch and praise. “Cute.”

Hyunjin’s lip quivered with a whimper and he put his hands on Seungmin’s shoulders to steady himself. “Please, sir. I can’t wait.”

“Alright, I’m sorry baby.” He leaned forward and pecked Hyunjin’s lips. He normally liked to tease Hyunjin a bit, get him so worked up he was crying and begging for his cock. But now wasn’t the time. They were both pent up and he could tell Hyunjin just needed the intimacy of being close to him.

He pulled down his own pants along with his boxers, tossing them aside somewhere in the room. As soon as his legs were bare, Hyunjin was on him again, not even allowing him to pull off his shirt. He tossed his arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a fervid kiss and Seungmin melted into it. It was more tongue and teeth than anything but it was still so good. Seungmin groaned and tangled a hand in Hyunjin’s long black hair. Hyunjin was already rutted against him, rubbing their hard cocks together as he kissed him. His senses were filled with nothing but Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin . He was tasting him, their tongues and lips sliding together with feverish kisses–his moans filled his ears and each sound sent pulses of warmth through his stomach and his cock–and he could feel him absolutely everywhere.

They stumbled back until Seungmin’s legs hit the bed and he fell back with Hyunjin’s body on top of him. Hyunjin moaned desperately as he rolled his hips forward and his cock slid against Seungmin’s. His cock was wet with precum and Seungmin was sure his was too. It made the slide easier and created an embarrassingly lewd, slick sound. It only intensifies the burning fire in his gut.

“S-Seungmin–hnngg, Seungminnie , sir– ” Hyunjin whined. Seungmin bit his lip and clenched his fists. Fuck Hyunjin was so–

“That’s it, Princess,” Seungmin said through gritted teeth. He rolled his hips up to meet Hyunjin’s movements and Hyunjin’s breath hitched.

“Yes, yes .” Hyunjin mewled as their cocks dragged together in a frenzied, sloppy rhythm. It wasn’t coordinated or all that smooth but the friction was so good. He was delirious with pleasure. The heat of Hyunjin’s throbbing cock pressed against his between their bodies made his breath catch in his throat.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Seungmin groaned. Hyunjin moaned breathlessly and his chest heaved as he clung to Seungmin’s shirt. His pupils were blown and there was a drop of drool running down from his parted lips. Seungmin didn’t deny himself and listened to his urge that told him to kiss Hyunjin again. He wrapped a hand around the back of Hyunjin’s neck and captured his lips, groaning into his mouth at the way it made Hyunjin’s hips stutter.

“ Mmfh ,” Hyunjin moaned into his mouth. Seungmin tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and a shiver went down his spine at the whine it pulled out his Hyunjin. He bucked his hips up at the same time he ran his tongue along Hyunjin’s bottom lip and Hyunjin gasps.

“ Ahh ,” he sighed, eyes rolling back slightly.

Seungmin smiled against his mouth and slid his hands down Hyunjin’s smooth back to grab his hips. He began to guide the rolls of his hips with his own thrusts so that their cocks would glide together with more of a rhythm. Hyunjin arched his back and let out a sound between a sob and a moan. He let Seungmin guide him without any resistance–he always loved it when Seungmin took total control of everything in the bedroom, even his movements. Despite being such a good dancer, once he got needy and desperate like this, all coordination was gone.

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss for a moment to breathe and he licked his lips. He looked wrecked even though all they were doing was grinding against each other. “S-so good. ‘M gonna come soon,” he mumbled. Seungmin could feel the way his muscles tensed against his body and he dug his fingers into his hips.

“Me too,” he said, surprised at how breathless his own voice sounded. “You can come whenever you want, Jinnie. You’re doing so good.”

Hyunjin keened and nodded. “I’m good, I’ve been good for sir, been so good,” he babbled. Seungmin wet his lips and inhaled sharply. Hyunjin was going to be the death of him. He couldn’t wait until they had more free time so he could really take him apart.

It wasn’t long before the movement of Hyunjin’s hips became a little more frantic again, even going against the hold Seungmin had on him. Seungmin let him this time, allowing him to chase his release as he lifted his hips to meet Hyunjin’s. He was just as needy as Hyunjin was, no matter how much control he displayed.

Hyunjin dropped his head to Seungmin’s chest and moaned sweetly in his ear. His hips began to stutter and his moans became louder. “I’m– ah – sir , Seungmin-ah, ahhh , I’m gonna come I’m–” Hyunjin let out a choked moan and he pressed himself closer to Seungmin as he cock twitched between them. Seungmin continued rolling his hips in a languid motion as Hyunjin spilled his cum all over their stomachs, dirtying Seungmin’s shirt.

“That’s it, Princess, fuck, you look so pretty when you come,” Seungmin groaned. The wet squelch of cum filled the air as Seungmin grinded into Hyunjin’s spent cock. Hyunjin’s eyes glistened with tears from overstimulation and he let out little whimpers, but Seungmin knew just how much he loved that feeling.

Only a few more moments went by and Seungmin was feeling the tell-tale signs of his orgasm. His stomach tightened like a spring and heat coiled deep inside of him. The pleasure going up his spine was electrifying. All it took was one little movement from Hyunjin and a whispered, “Please, I wanna see you come, sir,” for Seungmin’s mouth to fall open in a silent moan as his hips jerked up and he came all over himself and Hyunjin.

“Shit,” he muttered. He ran a hand through Hyunjin’s sweaty hair and Hyunjin looked at him with a lovesick smile. “You were so good for me, sweetheart,” he praised. Hyunjin’s smile brightened.

“You made me feel so good. Always treat me so good.” He sighed happily and wiggled around a little so he could rest his head on Seungmin’s chest comfortably.

Seungmin’s heart swelled as he looked at him but he cringed at the same time at the feeling of their sticky cum clinging to his body. Not to mention his wet shirt. “Jinnie, we need to clean up. I am not sleeping with both of our cum on me and this gross shirt sticking to me.”

Hyunjin whined and shook his head. “Just another minute.”

Seungmin sighed softly and looked down at him with a fond smile. “Fine, whatever. One more minute. Then we’re taking a nice, hot shower.”

“Sounds perfect,” Hyunjin slurred. His cheek was smushed up against Seungmin’s chest and the sight made his heart flutter.

“Alright. Setting the alarm for one minute.”

“Aish, Seungmin, now that’s just rude!”

Seungmin just laughed. “Shh. You’ll be fine, baby. Later, we can spend the whole night cuddling.”

And they did.

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