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so, we’ve seen Sebastian and Claude in pre-heat preparation and we’ve seen Sebastian when he’s in heat, but not Claude, soooo can I pretty please ask for a scenario or headcannons about what Claude in heat is like? With tying in his spider behavior and all?

Oh so I have a few of these! I combined these three since these seemed compatible to mix!

(Also Ty Anons I’m so glad you enjoyed em!

So far starters I don’t think he’d just come up to us like Sebastian, he’s the type to just lock himself in his room and try to jerk off until he’s satisfied. (Which doesn’t end the way he wants since his body is craving you know…a mate. He can ‘finish’ on his own just fine but it’s not as good) he leaves a majority of the work to the other servants and will avoid rooms your in unless, you’re alone.

(I got carried away!! Made it a lil weird while I took a break from kinktober! I hope it’s good!)

Claude (heat cycles, afab reader, demon forms, (demon form Claude has a weird flexible tentacle d!ck), Claude’s big flexible tongue, oviposposit!on, )

You were surprised to have Hannah greet you at the door to your bedroom. You expected it to be Claude, but she quickly informed you that Claude was ‘feeling under the weather’ which…only happens once a year for an entire week. You went on with your day, you were aware of what he goes through (thanks to the Triplets accidentally telling you while venting) and expected him to come to you if he needed ‘extra help’.

You’d slept with him before, there’s no reason for him to be shy when you’ve ridden his face and sucked his dick before, though it’s been three heats since you’ve first contracted him, you figure he knows what he’s doing. With Hannah you ended up ending the day early and you just went to your room, maybe you’ll sleep early tonight.

You heard the door click open without a knock, before you can say anything you distinctly feel eyes on you. Your desk faces away from the door so you don’t know whose watching you so…intently, you stand up ready to turn and confront them, but your instantly pushed against your desk.

You freeze and try to turn but the person doesn’t let you, arms wrap around your waist and your lifted up like you weigh nothing. You cant see the person but as soon as you feel them carrying you to the door, you kick, trying to get them to let go. “Drop me!” You yelled, hoping it was one of the triplets messing with you.

Whoever it is ignores you and you breathe to scream but a hand covers your mouth. “Please, Master, quiet. I’m t-taking you to my room.” It was Claude, his voice sounded strained and he wasn’t letting you turn to see him. “Sorry to grab you like this, just n-need you.”

You were unceremoniously thrown onto a bed and it took you a second to realize you weee in Claude’s room and on his bed…but there were webs all over the floor and walls, it took you a second to realize the silky sheets you were on weren’t in fact blankets, but finely woven webs. You recoiled at the sight and tried to move backwards to get off the bed but Claude sits behind you and blocks your path.

“Claude this is gross, I don’t want to be surrounded by webs while we-“ You didn’t get to finish before he’s pressed against you with a kiss and his tongue shoved itself down your throat. You jerk under him and writhe away enough to breathe before he’s between your legs. Now that you can see him you can see just how disheveled he looks.

His hair is a mess, his tie is loose and he barely has his clothes on right, you cant help but notice he forgot to even put on an undershirt. He’s removing your pants without even asking so you give him a harsh slap, he doesn’t even flinch. “Claude! What the hell? Don’t you know to ask first! You cant just take me from my room and expect sex!”

Claude seemed taken aback by that, though he seemed to realize what he just did as he bows his head. “I-I’m sorry Master. I-I just need you now, I didn’t t-think you’d care-“ He whines out stopping to adjust the visible arousal he’s trying to hide. “It’s too much to handle on my own, even if you just let me use your hand please-“

He whimpers out more things you don’t catch before you sit up and glance around. His room…looks very different even without the webs, his normally neat room is a mess and there’s broken furniture and you cant help but wonder if he broke it in frustration while trying to avoid getting you.

You show him mercy and undress for him, he follows suit instantly and you can see just how bad his heat is getting him. His cock is dripping pre onto the silk as soon as it’s free. “Lay down.” You order, moving aside so he could. You turned away from him and seated yourself onto his face, leaning down so you could grab his cock.

He whines against you and you feel his tongue drag against your entrance before slipping inside of you. He purred feeling your walls constrict around his tongue. The vibrations gave you a surprise jolt of pleasure. You in turn take the head of his cock into your mouth, gently sucking it to coax a more noise from him.

He visibly flinched upon you taking his arousal into your mouth. You adjust yourself to practically ride his tongue, rolling your hips and stroking the rest of his cock with quick uneven strokes. He bucks up, only for you to completely move away from his cock. “Don’t choke me on your dick.”

Claude whines and his toungue retreats as he lifts you enough of his face to talk. “I-I need to be inside you.” You take it into consideration before lowering yourself onto his face again. He whines in protest but allows his tongue to lap at your clit before slipping into you once more.

“Maybe if you help me get off I’ll help you.” You respond. Claude’s tongue drags along your insides, seemingly twisting inside you in search of your sweet spot. You didn’t need to help him, his tongue can reach everything inside of you with ease, he’s just so excited he keeps missing.

You grab his cock, teasingly ghosting over the head and rubbing the base. He bucks forwards, cock trembling in your grip as pre swells at the head. You squeeze the base, grinding down on his face, feeling him hiss in response. His cock suddenly writhes out of your grip, when you look up, you can see a shadowy haze over Claude as his body shifts.

His cock is more tentacle like in this form, twisting and nearly tying itself in a not as it searches for stimulation. You can feel his firm under you, the warmth providing you comfort, after you had him ‘satiated’ you were definitely using him as a pillow (or maybe a blanket) while you rest.

You can feel him using his extra limbs to rub your breast, massage your clit and hold your hips close to his face. He purrs when your hands return to his cock, stroking it in tube with his own movements. He trembles with every few strokes, cock twisting in your grip causing you to tighten said grip.

“Good,like that.” You praise, earning a deep purr in response, his hips bucking forwards. Your thighs nearly snap shut on him when he finally finds your sweet spot. You don’t need to tell him, your moan lets him know instantly and he’s hitting it repeatedly. To reward him you swallow down his cock and before you can suck it, it wraps around your tongue causing you to gag.

You spat it out but Claude still mewled, hips trembling as he tried to stay still. You huff as you feel your own climax reaching you. His cock weeps as your hot breath teased it. You don’t touch him as causes you a blissful orgasm, you’re legs going limp as you collapse ontop of him.

You’re panting, face centimeters away from his raging erection, panting directly onto it.

You do intend to help him with it but you need to catch your breath. You watched in amusement as it seemingly stiffened more with each breath until it was so swollen it couldn’t do anything but twitch. It brushed against your cheek, then Claude practically screamed, completely muffled by your sex.

He cums against your cheek, just short of your mouth as he trembles, body going completely stiff. You get off him, adjusting yo place your weight in his lap, getting his attention. Four pairs of eyes watch you grab his cock, taking it to your entrance and lowering yourself on his still orgasming cock.

He whines, his shaft sensitive as you used his knees to brace yourself before riding him with no care. Claude mewled happily, bucking up a few times before he’s limp under you, cock spilling the last of his mess into you. “T-th-ank you M-My Queen.”

“I’m not fucking done yet, I love it when your dick is like this!” You slam down with each thrust, squeezing his still hard shaft while he recovered. His heat kept him excited, allowing you to use his stiff cock like a dildo while he trembled and recovered from days of aching finally being taken care of.

He was thrilled you let him finish inside of you, he’d let you ride him till he’s unconscious if it meant he could finish inside of you. His swollen shaft ached with every stroke, feeling like it’s going to burst while stimulate him.

You pause open feeling what seemed like his cock expanding inside of you.

You jump off him quickly, startled, when you look down you see your suspicions confirmed. Claude desperately whimpered, cock bobbing as you undoubtedly ruined his second orgasm…

A small, circular swollen spot moved from the base of his cock to the tip, it seeming was stuck, as Claude quickly stroked himself, noticeably squeezing himself from base to tip to force his cum to push whatever it was out.

The entire time he’s sobbing and whining, if you didn’t know any better you’d think you broke something down there…

You finally get to see the object nearly a minute later, it finally emerges fro his swollen cock, popping out with a ‘squelch’ that made you cringe. The way it forced his cock open looked painful, though he continued stroking himself feverishly, bucking into his own hand.

You pick up the object an realize, it’s an egg.

You look up and see another small bump working it’s way up his still hard cock. You examine the egg in your hand, it’s maybe the size of a golf ball, a little pressure made it give, your certain you could crush it easily. You hold it in your hand, watching Claude continue to try to milk the rest of his clutch out, without the cum aiding his shaft, it was difficult, and you noticed, there were a few at the base of his cock.

You decide to experimentally help him, pulling the lotion (or lube you couldn’t really see) from the night stand, pouring it on the engourged head of his cock. You practically squeeze it into his shaft and your hand is suddenly stroking him, his own hands pushed out of the way.

“D-don’t stroke d-down!” He squeaked out, legs shaking as they were pressed together. “I-it hurts, just, stroke up, squeeze, like I-I-it’s..” He paused thinking of an example. “T-tooth paste? T-they are d-durable b-but there’s no room t-to push them d-down.”

“Even in your heat you wish to lecture me?” Nonetheless you do as advices and he melts. He’s purring, cock spitting out three more eggs, you are about to stop but he bucks up. “Wait, there’s more?”

Claude nods. “I c-cant tell how many, I-there was no p-pressure t-they are supposed t-to come f-faster…” You let the eggs pool on his stomach, the white eggs standing out against the black fur.

He’s whimpering and just shy of thrashing you off of him as another couple of eggs started working their way up his aching cock. They come out quite quickly as his cock has recovered enough to build up pre again.

You are left with eight eggs, you notice his cock still hasn’t softened but you put the eggs aside first. “Still got a few left in you?” You tease, getting ontop of him again. He nods, too tired to respond. “Tell me when you are close or I’m forcing every one of these eggs back into your cock.”

He shudders at the thought, cock jumping inside you.

#sub claude faustus #claude faustus #claude x reader #black butler #black butler x reader #heat cycles #mating cycles/in heat #dom reader #demon form #demon forms #ovipositor #ovi kink

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gaylittlecryptid · 9 months

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A concept I’ve been really enjoying lately is the idea of someone being rough as a form of cuteness aggression. Like, my Domme thinking I’m just so adorable that she can’t help but grab me by my hair, press my face into her bulge, back me against the wall, or bite me hard enough to leave a mark, all because I’m so cute. The best part is her knowing that any of it makes me needy for her.

#t4t #puppy sub #trans nsft #ftm breeding #trans for trans #trans sub #mating cycles/in heat #ftm #butch nsft #t4t puppy #transmasc nsft #enby nsft #enby sub #mine #subspace #posting drafts :3

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violet-1atte · 5 months

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Kinktober Day Thirty-One: A/B/O - Felix/Changbin

The grand finale! <3

Tags: Alpha!Felix, omega!Changbin, alpha/omega dynamics, mating cycles/heat, mating bites, claiming, breeding, pregnancy discussion, implied mpreg, scent kink

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“Felix, it's time. Hyunjin and Jisung and I are going to leave to give you guys some privacy. Take care of him.”

It’s time.

The dorm smelled overwhelmingly sweet. Maple and vanilla with a hint of cinnamon hit Felix in the face the second he opened the door. It was so strong it made his eyes water, but at the same time, his mouth watered as well. His fangs poked at the inside of his bottom lip and his nostrils flared. Omega, his alpha supplied. My omega. He kicked off his shoes by the door and rushed to Changbin’s room.

As he got to the door, hints of distress mixed in with the sweetness of Changbin’s scent, an ashy smell like the smoke of a campfire. Felix took a deep breath to stabilize himself before he opened the door. And then he stepped inside.

Changbin was on the bed, surrounded by a pile of blankets and clothes, ranging from his own shirts to Chan’s, to even Minho’s–his nest. Another thing Felix quickly noticed was that he was completely naked and he was whining, the high keen immediately filling his ears as he stepped closer. He did his best to turn his own citrusy scent calming–anything to remove the distress from Changbin’s scent.

“Binnie,” Felix called softly. He stood at the edge of the nest, not wanting to get in until Changbin gave him express permission. It was taking a great amount of self control not to pounce Changbin right then and there. He looked so pretty all spread out in his nest. He’d gotten a little chubby lately as they prepared for this heat and that only made him more enticing. He looked so soft and supple. Perfect for Felix to sink his teeth into–

“ Alpha ,” Changbin whined, bringing Felix out of his own desire-fueled thoughts. He turned over on the bed and faced Felix and oh he looked so pretty, his cheeks red like ripened fruit and his eyes cloudy and dazed with heat.

“I’m here,” Felix said softly. “Can I come in?”

“Please,” Changbin sniffed, voice a little pained, and that was all Felix needed to join him in his nest and pull him into his arms. His skin was burning up, already feverish from his heat, and he was shaking. It made his inner alpha whine pathetically, screaming at him to comfort, comfort, comfort . He nosed at Changbin’s scent gland and inhaled deeply as he began to scent him, releasing calming pheromones as much as he could. Changbin whimpered softly as citrus mixed with sugar and bloomed throughout the room. Felix always loved how their scents combined. Perfect, sweet, delicious, like a bakery during the summer time, full of rich, ripe fruit mixed into sugary baked goods and pastries that melt on your tongue.

“I’ve got you,” Felix mumbled against Changbin’s heated skin. The omega began to relax in his arms and he stopped shaking as much. He was still just as hot but the distress had melted out of his scent and Felix was instead hit with the full force of his sweetness. His gums burned as arousal mixed into the air and coated his lungs like sap. Fuck . Changbin’s slick.

Changbin squirmed and whined as his arms came to wrap around Felix. Despite his softness, he was still so strong, stronger than Felix even. People often mistook Changbin as an alpha but Felix knew how wrong that assumption was. He was strong and powerful, but he was strong as an omega.

“Felix, I want–” Changbin started, struggling to find words through the fog in his brain. “It–it hurts. Please. Need you,” he whimpered. Felix inhaled slowly as arousal swirled in his stomach. He was already hard, and was practically the moment he stepped in the door.

“My omega,” Felix drawled, sitting back so he could cup Changbin’s cheeks. “I’m gonna take care of you. Don’t worry.”

“Mate? You’ll claim me, right?” he asked simply and Felix’s heartbeat stuttered in his chest. Right. That was what Chan was talking about. It’s time . Time for him and Changbin to mate.

They had been planning this for a while. The group was at a stable point in their career and as a pack. Minho and Jisung were already mated and Hyunjin and Seungmin were planning on it soon but somehow had more patience. Felix and Changbin couldn’t wait, but Chan still had to get permission from the company. It wasn’t unheard of for an omega to get pregnant the moment they were mated and that would create a lot of issues with the group without proper planning. Minho and Jisung had been lucky. Felix didn’t want to be lucky.

“Yeah, I’m gonna make you mine,” Felix all but growled. His gums stung more but he ignored it. He wanted to draw this out.

Changbin rolled over and Felix let him, even though he wanted to keep his arms around him forever. Then Changbin arched his back and spread his knees apart so that his ass was in the air, his dripping hole on perfect display for Felix. He was full-on presenting. Saliva flooded Felix’s mouth as he took in the sight–his inner thighs and ass shiny with slick, his pink hole fluttering, desperate for a knot, his curves and the roundness of his tummy, begging for Felix to breed him and fill him up with pups–he wanted to devour him.

“Fuck, Changbin, you’re so pretty,” Felix breathed, moving behind him.

He placed his hands on Changbin’s ass cheeks and dug his fingers into the soft flesh. Even though his hands were small, he was strong, and Changbin’s skin would probably bruise later. “P-please, alpha. Touch me,” Changbin whimpered, arching his back further. Felix licked his lips as he spread Changbin’s cheeks apart, heat spreading through his stomach as a glob of slick dripped out of his hole. The sweet maple and vanilla was so strong it was making Felix a little lightheaded. His mouth watered.

Changbin began to whine again but then Felix leaned forward and without a warning, licked all the way up his perineum to his hole. He collected his slick on his tongue and swallowed it down with a groan. It tasted just like it smelled. “You’re so delicious,” Felix groaned. Changbin gasped when he pushed the tip of his tongue past his hole and began to lick at his velvety walls. His legs were already shaking as Felix started thrusting his tongue in and out of him, eating him out like a man starved.

The sounds of pleasure Changbin was making went straight to Felix’s cock and he knew it wouldn’t take long for his knot to form. But he held himself back. He needed to be there for all of Changbin’s heat.

“I-I’m– ahhh —alpha,” Changbin moaned, hole clenching around Felix’s tongue. Felix continued licking into him and added two fingers into the mix, the digits sliding in easily with how wet Changbin was. He mewled as Felix spread him out with his fingers, sweet, whiny sounds falling from his lips.

“Hhh– hnngg –I’m gonna come,” he gasped, a shudder wracking his body as Felix curled his fingers. He hummed against Changbin’s hole in response. Getting Changbin to come had become a need of his own. He needed it more than anything. His alpha was ecstatic that he was pleasuring his omega.

Changbin cried out as Felix pulled his first orgasm out of him. His little cock spurted cum all over the sheets and more slick spilled from his hole and coated his thighs and Felix’s chin. Felix swallowed what he could and licked the rest from his lips. “Fuck,” he muttered, straightening himself up. “You taste so good, Binnie. Can’t believe you’re all mine. All mine.”

Changbin’s skin was flushed all over. The pink stain fit well with his moans as Felix started fingering him again once he had calmed down from his first orgasm. The first of many. Instead of adding his tongue this time he added a third finger and pushed them deeper. Changbin writhed on the bed and his thighs and arms quivered as he struggled to hold himself up. Even for all his strength there was only so much he could take.

“Mmm!–oh gosh, f-fuck,” Changbin gasped suddenly, his hips jerking. Felix grinned. He felt a slight change in texture under his fingertips–Changbin’s prostate. He hadn’t even needed to touch it to make Changbin come the first time, but his omega had always been so sensitive. “ Please –I can’t, I can’t,” he whimpered.

Felix squeezed his plush thigh and pumped his fingers in and out of him. His hand was coated in slick already from how much Changbin was dripping. His scent permeated the air and rested over them like a thick blanket. It was so hot and Felix wanted to burn in it. “You can,” he reassured him. He caressed his thigh as he rubbed his fingers over his prostate. “You can come for me again. I know you can. You’ll be a good omega for me, right, hyung?”

Changbin choked on a moan and nodded. His face was pressed against the bed and his cheeks were splotchy with pink. “Yes, yes,” he responded with vigorous nods. “I can, please, F-Felix, alpha.”

Felix bit his teeth and dug his fingertips into Changbin’s thigh. He could taste the copper on his tongue from his fangs digging into his lip and his gums burned with the urge to bite. He spread his fingers and arousal exploded in his belly at the way the entirety of Changbin’s soft body quivered. His noises got progressively more high pitched as Felix fucked him with his fingers and his touches turned rougher. It was music to Felix’s ears.

“I’m–hah–clo-close, aaahhh. Felix, Felix, please.”

“You’re taking my fingers so well,” Felix complimented. It was taking everything in him to not lose his resolve. “So perfect, so good for me, Changbinnie. Such a good boy,” he whispered, his low voice a sharp contrast with Changbin’s desperate mewls.

It didn’t take long for Changbin to reach his second orgasm, this one hitting him harder than the first when Felix gave a particularly hard thrust of his fingers. He made a choked sound that almost sounded like a sob and he collapsed forward as he came, more cum dripping from his cock. His hole spasmed around Felix’s fingers and let out little whines as he thrusted them in deep, until Changbin was gasping for him to stop.

“You’re so pretty,” Felix praised, his voice soft. He helped Changbin roll over onto his back so that he could see his face properly and the sight of his debauched expression nearly pulled a growl from his chest. His eyelashes were wet with unshed tears and his lips were red and swollen, slick from the brush of his tongue. He bit his lip, his fangs glinting in the midday light. Changbin’s breath hitched and he tilted his head to the side, barring his neck.

“Alpha,” he moaned. He spread his legs. His cock was still hard against his soft tummy. Felix wanted to bite him everywhere. His skin was perfect, unblemished–a perfect canvas for Felix to decorate.

He started with his thighs. He was still so hot that his skin warmed Felix’s mouth as he laved over the first bite mark with his tongue. His thighs were sticky with slick and sweat and he tasted divine.

Shivers shook Changbin’s thighs and goosebumps rose all over his skin as Felix made his way up his body, sucking on all his softest parts–biting the swell of his tummy, the soft flesh of breasts. The closer he got to Changbin’s neck the more he wanted to sink his teeth into him, mark him, claim him as his mate. There were already bite marks littering Changbin’s skin and hickeys blooming in red and purple hues. But Felix wanted to save the real marking for when he knotted him.

When he reached Changbin’s face, the omega wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a kiss. There was no finesse behind it and it was more tongue and teeth than anything, but it was Changbin . His mouth tasted so sweet and his little gasps and mewls against his mouth sent arousal licking up his spine. “Wan’ you to fuck me,” Changbin whimpered once they separated. His pupils were blown and there was a haze over them. He was deep into his heat and Felix could sense his need and it clawed at his insides. “I need it, please. I’m so wet I–please, n-need your knot,” he begged.

Felix swallowed thickly and licked his lips. Fuck, Changbin was all his .

“I’ve got you, baby. Do you want it like this?” he asked, running his hand down Changbin’s torso. He couldn’t resist squeezing a small handful of the chub settled around his middle.

More vanilla-soaked arousal flooded the air at Felix’s touch and if it was even possible, Changbin’s cheeks turned even redder. “L-like this please,” he replied.

Suddenly, his face twisted and he whimpered as a wave of cramps hit him. The sugar in his scent turned smokey again and Felix frowned as his alpha picked up on his omega’s distress. “H-hurts, alpha, m-make me–make me f-feel good,” Changbin cried, his body arching underneath Felix.

Felix knew he couldn’t waste time so he planted another kiss on Changbin’s full lips and then slipped down between his spread thighs. The sheets below his ass were soaked with slick and his hole was clenching around nothing. “Every part of you–fuck. Shit. The prettiest fucking thing ever, ” he groaned. He scrambled out of his clothes, tossing them somewhere in the pile that made up Changbin’s nest so he could have them for his heat. He had to remind himself that this heat would still last another day and he would have plenty of time to take Changbin apart piece by piece. But for now, he needed his alpha’s knot. And Felix needed to feel him around him. He was so hard it hurt, so hard he had trouble thinking.

It was his instincts taking over as he pressed the tip of his leaking cock to Changbin’s hole, the head easily slipping past his rim with no resistance. He didn’t worry about protection. He wanted to see Changbin’s belly swollen with his pups. Their pups.

Changbin moaned wantonly as Felix pushed his legs back and his cock filled him up. He clenched around him and Felix gritted his teeth, a deep moan vibrating in his throat. “Fuck, you feel so good around me. It’s like you were made for me, hyung,” he said reverently. Changbin only moaned in response, already too far gone to form any proper thoughts. Felix was going to fuck him senseless .

He pushed his cock in until his hips were pressed against Changbin’s ass. He was still so tight even though he’d fingered him already. The wet heat surrounding his cock made him dizzy with pleasure so he gave himself a second to adjust, hands pressed firmly against Changbin’s thighs. But Changbin was squirmy, clearly needing more as he pushed his hips forward, whining for Felix to do something please . And fuck, Felix was so weak for him.

He pushed Changbin’s legs back toward his chest and pulled out, the action producing a loud squelch from the amount of slick coating his walls. Changbin immediately whined from the loss, desperate pleas already falling from his mouth, but Felix was quick to ease him, filling him up again with one quick snap of his hips.

“ Ahh! ” Changbin mewled, tossing his head back into the soft piles of his nest. Felix growled, a low, soft rumble in his chest and Changbin tilted his head to the side to present himself in response. “Alpha, alpha–”

“So good,” Felix gritted. “Fuck, you feel so good. My baby, my omega you’re so–shit.” His head felt like cotton. The mix of their scents in the air, the heat of Changbin’s feverish body, the feeling of skin on skin, the loud moans each of his thrusts punched from Changbin–it caused pleasure to burst through his stomach and tingle up and down his spine like electricity.

“Fu-uckk,” Changbin hiccupped, followed by a long whine. “H-harder, please, bread me– hhngg– alpha, alpha,” he chanted. His eyes rolled back as Felix thrusted his cock deeper, hitting his prostate dead on. His little cock bobbed against his tummy with each jab of Felix’s hips and the precum smeared across his smooth skin. He was such a pretty sight. Mine, all mine, Felix thought.

Heat pooled in his stomach as Changbin clenched around him and cried out, his pretty mouth parted as he moaned. “ Aaahh –Fe-Felix–gonna–nghh–knot me p-please, want your pups,” he begged. Felix groaned and Changbin’s eyes rolled back as he picked up his pace and fucked him harder, digging his fingertips into Changbin’s supple thighs so hard that there would be bruises and nail marks left later.

“You’re gonna–fuck–gonna look so, s-so pretty like that, Binnie,” Felix moaned. Pleasure tugged at his insides and he could already feel his knot beginning to form, the slight bulb catching on Changbin’s rim whenever he pulled out. Changbin was getting close too, judging by the way his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. The pink matched the marks Felix left all over his body and the flush of his round cheeks.

Felix’s knot filled up more and Changbin let out a cry as he pushed it back in. He was already stretched so much and the knot filled him up more than the entirety of Felix’s cock. “‘S too much,” he gasped, making little fists in the sheets. “I-I can’t take it–you’re splitting me in half. ”

A shiver ran over Felix’s body. “Shh, yes you can,” he said soothingly. He tossed Changbin’s legs over his shoulders and leaned between his thighs to reach for his hand. He brought his wrist up to his face and nuzzled against it, scenting him with fresh citrus. Changbin’s eyes glazed over and he let out a breathy moan. His body went entirely pliant in Felix’s hold and the alpha smiled brightly. “That’s a good omega. You gonna come for me? Then you can get my knot,” he said.

His vigorous nods were followed by another thrust of Felix’s hips, this one more gentle than the others, but still enough to make Changbin keen. “Y-yes,” he stuttered. “Want it. ‘M gonna come, please, please mark me. Please. ”

Felix’s gums hurt, his jaw ached. “Fuck,” he breathed. “ Fuck.”

He pulled out one more time and that snapped his hips forward, pushing his fully formed knot past Changbin’s puffy rim. That was what the omega needed to come and he sobbed, his eyes rolling back as his hole spasmed around Felix’s knot. His cock spurted weakly, already spent from his first two orgasms. He looked so beautiful with his mouth hanging open, moans flowing freely past his red lips. Felix growled again and clenched his jaw. “My omega. Mine.”

“Yours, yours,” Changbin replied “Fill me up, alpha, breed me.”

Felix groaned and dropped his head as his orgasm hit him, his hips jerking as his cum spilled inside Changbin. The scent of his own arousal almost overcame Changbin’s as he pressed deeper, pushing Changbin back until his hips lifted off the bed.

The urge to bite him, mate him, claim him, suddenly overwhelmed Felix and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He went between Changbin’s legs and as he filled him up and moved one of his hands beside Changbin’s head to cage him in. Then he dipped his head and attached his mouth to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, right over his scent gland.

Changbin’s breath hitched and his body stilled. “Alpha,” he muttered. “Felix.”

Felix hummed against his skin and licked over his scent gland. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. He felt like his veins were electrified. This was it. He and Changbin would finally be one.

He scraped his teeth over his skin, testing the waters, and then bit down, hard . Changbin gasped and his body jerked as his fangs sank into his flesh. Blood flooded Felix’s mouth and ran down his chin and Changbin’s shoulder and there was no way it didn’t hurt even though he didn’t make a sound. He could smell the smoke in his scent again from the pain but he knew it would all be gone in a moment.

He stayed just like that for a moment, waiting for their bond to set it and slowly Changbin settled. Then, he felt like he was blooming, an overwhelming feeling of love , joy, peace, running down his body like the blood running down his chin. He could feel Changbin more intensely than he’d ever felt him. The room smelled like orange blossoms and syrup and them . Tears sprung to his eyes and ran down his cheeks. His chest felt so full.

Changbin whimpered above him and wrapped his arms around him. The touch of his skin lit Felix on fire. Oh, had they been missing out. “Do you feel that?” Changbin asked, his voice choked up.

Felix hummed and his lips curled into a smile even as tears streamed down his cheeks. He finally pulled off Changbin and licked over the wound to clean up the blood and wiped his lips and chin. “I do,” he said softly, nodding. “It feels amazing.”

“It does,” Changbin said back, biting his plush bottom lip. “I can feel everything.”

“Yeah?” Felix asked, letting out a watery laugh.

“Yeah.” Changbin smiled warmly and pulled Felix down to kiss him. They took their time with this kiss, lips moving in tandem, no urgency behind it. Changbin’s fever had broken and he would have a little respite before his heat kicked up again and they would have to leave all the niceties behind. But for now, Felix could be sweet and gentle. He could let Changbin lick into his mouth and press kisses to his jaw without any rush.

“You’re officially my alpha,” Changbin said happily, giggling a little as Felix continued his incessant kisses.

“I’ve always been your alpha,” he said, kissing the corner of his lips, then his chin, then his cheek.

“But now everyone will know. I’m really yours. And you’re mine. My pretty alpha.”

Felix blushed and he dropped his head to hide against Changbin’s shoulder. “You can’t get shy now! Your knot’s still inside me, Lix.” He clenched around him as if to prove his point and Felix groaned, clenching his fists.

“Don’t do that! This knot needs to go down before I can go again,” he said.

Changbin laughed and the action shook his chest. “Do you…do you really think I’ll have pups now?” he asked softly after a moment.

Felix lifted his head and smiled. “I’m sure. You’re perfect. We’ll have our little babies.” They would know for sure in about two weeks. Changbin’s scent would change. It would turn softer, gentler, promising. And even if this knot didn’t take, they still had almost two whole days left.

“Good,” Changbin hummed. He ran his fingers down Felix’s spine and the alpha practically purred. “You’ll be the best daddy.”

Felix could have cried right then and there. And he did. More tears streamed down his face and he groaned as he hid himself against Changbin again. “You’re supposed to be the emotional one now!” he groaned and Changbin just laughed at his expense again.

“My cute alpha. With the biggest heart. It’s hot. Makes me wanna ride you.”

Felix gasped, scandalized. “I liked you a lot better two minutes ago. Go to sleep. You need to rest before your next wave hits anyway.

Changbin giggled and ruffled Felix’s messy hair. “Yes, alpha. Your wish is my command.”

Felix nipped at his chest and he would have wrestled him if they weren’t still knotted together and he wasn’t tired. Eventually Changbin’s laughter died down and they were able to fall asleep, a blanket of their own bonded scents warming them into dreamless slumber.

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theres-a-body-here · 7 months

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Scumtober- Day 11 (In Heat)

Asgore x Male!reader

You honestly blame the others for this.

How come no one warned you that Asgore was susceptible to going into heat? Looking back at it now, Undyne laughing at you, when you mentioned how extra touchy Asgore was acting this month, was probably your only heads-up.

You were hoping to get some practice baking in today, but you honestly suck ass at it. There was flour everywhere, some egg on the floor, and even some batter in your hair. So when Asgore walked in, you were hoping to get some help...not dick.

You guess seeing you bake really did it for him. He hugged you from behind as he muttered how cute you looked. You thought he was being his regular cute self until you felt him harden against your ass.

You swear you'll get the others for this. But for now, you have a large horny goat man to deal with.

"Hnnng!" You groaned softly, feeling the warmth of Asgore's body pressing against you. The goat man's hands moved over your shoulders, squeezing gently as he helped guide you through baking. His large furry hands were on yours as he helped you knead the dough.

"Mmm..." Asgore hummed lowly in agreement, leaning down to place a kiss on the base of your neck. His breath was hot against sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise along your flesh.

"Yes, yes," he murmured approvingly, "that's it. Just like that."

You tried to focus on the task at hand, but the sensation of being filled by Asgore's thick cock made it difficult to concentrate. Every time he shifted slightly, sending ripples of pleasure through your core.

Asgore leaned over you to pick up the bowl of chocolate chips, causing his cock to slide deeper inside you. You gasped at the sudden thrust, nearly losing your balance as your knees became jelly. His furry arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.

The goat man chuckled quietly, a low rumble in his throat that sent shivers down your spine. "Sorry," he murmured, leaning in closer to nuzzle your neck with his wet nose. "Didn't mean to surprise you like that."

You try to shake off your lightheadedness as you focus on the task. "It's okay," you managed to say between shallow breaths. You were determined to push through and make this damn choco-bread.

At some point, Asgore stopped helping.

Asgore's movements grew slower as he gave in to the heat. His heavy breathing mixed with yours, creating a steamy atmosphere around the both of you. With every lazy thrust, he pushed further inside, claiming your hole for himself.

You could feel yourself develop a new kink. Despite the mess, this was pretty fun. It was almost like a game to see if you could handle doing this mundane task while being fucked.

Asgoore's strong arms wrapped securely around your waist, holding onto you like you were his entire world. The goat man rested his chin on your head as his tongued lolled out of his mouth.

"Ahhhh...," he whimpered, thrusting harder yet again. "So good...my sweet boy..."

He moaned and grunted, his voice growing rougher with each passing moment. Tiny droplets of saliva dripped from his bottom lip, landing on your head.

He was definitely drunk off a mixture of his heat and your body.

"Please...," he pleaded desperately. "More...I need...more."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he buried his face in the back of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you as if he thought you would disappear if he stopped fucking you

"Pregnant..." he chanted hoarsely, each syllable punctuated by a lazy thrust. His hands gripped your hips possessively, leaving bruises in their wake. "Get pregnant...get pregnant...".

"Pregnant, please," he whispered hoarsely between ragged breaths. "Become pregnant...with my child...oh god..."

Each thrust drove the message home; he wanted you to give him a child despite you being male. But you couldn't help but wonder how flustered he'll be when you tell him about this once he's clear-headed. You groan and push the mixing bowl aside.

Baking can wait.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

#Asgore #asgore dreemurr #asgore x reader #Asgore dreemurr x reader #Asgore x male!reader #Asgore x male reader #male reader #male!reader #undertale x reader #deltarune #undertale #deltarune x reader #scumtober #scumtober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #mating cycles/in heat

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thesewingmachine · 25 days

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i read a fanfiction on ao3 and now have an undying love for omegaverse whump. i believe that I might have a bit of a problem.

#whump #whumpblr #whumperflies #whump community #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpee #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #heat cycles #mating cycles/in heat

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friedchickenlover01 · 2 years

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NSFW: Getting Kidnapped And Bred By A Werewolf

Warnings - werewolf, kidnapping, mating, smut, breeding, noncon.

Authors note - this is badly written, sorry, fem reader.

Imagine yourself lost in a forest with your phone dead. Soon you come across a 10ft creature. The werewolf grabs you roughly and begins to sniff you. Howling after as it claims you as its mate. With all your energy directed to your unsuccessful escapes from its grip. It takes you to a dark and humid cave.

Then once its there, it proceeds to rail you with no preparation. Your hole being stretched to the max. Its cock bruising your flesh in the top as it hits it with its large head. It soon cums as it leaks from your hole as it continues to fuck you senseless.

But what are you going to do to stop the werewolf from breeding you with his pups?

You are his lovely little mate after all! <3

#friedchickenlover01 #duck…#nandoslover028 #godduckcult #anime #lookism #lookism x reader #smut #fanfic #werewolf #mating season #mating cycles/in heat #tw noncon

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the-24-7-lawlu-library · 2 months

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Poll Vote A/B/O

Hi lovely readers,

Here the 4th voted Poll of February. Enjoy your weekend <3

Until we drown Series by Chenziee (M,M,T)

An omegaverse story set in the One Piece canon exploring the relationship between one omega Trafalgar "I'd rather jump in the sea and drown than have sex" Law and alpha Monkey D. "Sex is an interesting concept and all but have you heard about literally anything else" Luffy. AKA, the asexual omegaverse LuLaw that you didn't know you needed :)

Torao by ElAlmaDelMar (M)

"Luffy!" It came out in a roar, and the source of that mark woke up in a snorting instant, rolling off the bunk and tumbling to the cabin floor with a loud oof! "Torao, wh-" Law stormed back over to him and pointed at the mark. "You fucking bit me." A/B/O/tober Day 11: Accidental mate marking

lychee by Lolistar92 (E)

“What he means, Luffy-san, is that omegas produce a sweet nectar when aroused. It’s highly addicting to alphas.” Luffy turns to Law with a look on his face that catches Law off guard. “Is that true?” And Law, heart pounding, opens his mouth and damns himself with the words, “Yeah, that’s true.”

My precious little Omega by Sakuya_Serenity_Kira (E)

Law is an Omega, but always hides away. Till he falls for Luffy and after Punk Hazard one evening he takes a heart... But Luffy already knows. Because the strawhat knows even more than you thought...

Luffy's Treat by Fawnsheart (E)

Luffy is the type of omega who enjoys life’s simple pleasures. Like going to the store, or making good food for himself on a shitty day, or meeting a hot alpha by accident.

“I’d Still Love You, Even if You were a Chicken” by quackquackcey (E)

Law pines for Luffy, but knows it’s hopeless—they’re both alphas, after all.~ Or are they?

Mission failed successfully by Gleda_33 (E)

Today's mission: try not to get bored to death during that business meeting. Spoiler, things don't always go according to plan, or do they? -Law has to take part in a business meeting but gets distracted, the cause? An omega in heat

Honey Chocolate by Methoxyethane (E)

If you had asked Trafalgar Law how he thought he would meet the love of his life at literally any point before today, he would have answered, “probably in the doctor’s office.” Instead he finds his mate when Law watched him get hit by a car.

cough it out, loverboy by frogsterz (G)

It's true, if you'd believe it. Somehow, their captain has come back from Punk Hazard, what is supposed to be an abandoned island, with a mating bite on his neck. Somewhere, somehow, a poor, hapless alpha out there has actually chosen their big, lanky, creepy grump of an omega as their mate! (Law has a mystery alpha. The Heart Pirates make it their mission to find out who.)

Seabreeze and Brine by GrislyJellyfish (E)

Just when he was starting to gain control again and re-focus on his surroundings, a door opened, his eyes snapping wide open and head turning so fast it made his vision spin. "Torao?" The universe really had it out for him, didn't it?

-Mod Raiya

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omegaversehellscape · 2 years

Conversation

Alpha: Hey btw I'll happily help with your heat if you need

Omega: hah funny but I don't want to ruin our friendship

Alpha: I have literally slept with all of our friends and we're all still friends

Omega: When did you sleep with our friends????

Alpha: What do you think I've been doing when I disappear for a week with someone else?

Omega: I didn't... really think about it??

Alpha: Okay?? Well... let me know.

#omegaverse #omegaversehellscape #this one is for my irl friends when they find this blog #omegaverse headcanons #omegaverse prompt #omegaverse prompts #mating cycles/in heat #alpha/beta/omega #alpha/beta/omega dynamics

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 7 months

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Inspiration for muzzled Sebbie?

It's spring, so heat and mating time!

Sebastian gets touchy feely and keeps trying to give you hickies and smooches to try and release his feelings as well as get you aroused (even doe he knows you have important work to do...)

He won't come and ask for help when you're free. It's always. When. You're. Working.

So what do we do to bad demons that can't learn to be patient or properly communicate their needs? We muzzle them. (Desensitisation too if you're okay with that)

Leash him. Tie him to the table and have a bar (idk what it's called) separate his legs permanently so he can't try to rub himself out. The only way he can get pleasure is try to hump your foot till he admits he's been bad, apologises and asks for help directly

Oooh!! This is so good!! (A spreader bar I think is what you’re talking about? It forces a subs legs apart and keeps them like that)

(ALSO I CANT BELIVE I HAVEBT DONE FOR DESENSITIZATION??)

Sebastian (demon forms, teasing, nuzzling, basically underlining pet play, ed:ging, slight pact play, ruined org*sm (once), )

Spring caused a lot of things to bloom, and you don’t mind when it comes the only thing you get annoyed by is your butler getting into his yearly heats. He couldn’t wait till you finish any work before he’s getting handsy, practically inhaling your scent as he whines about how badly he needs you.

You’ve spoiled him in the past really, you indulged him preavously during his heats and now he things you’ll drop everything you’re doing to stroke/blow him whenever he’s aroused. (Which is basically 24/7 with this horny demon’s heats) He oversteps boundaries, nipping and biting at any exposed skin he can get close to, leaving a ton of sharp, clearly in human bites around your wrist, neck and shoulders.

You had to wear scarfs when it’s 70 degrees out! It was so frustrating so you had to get a few ‘gifts’ to remind your dumb mutt his place. A pretty black muzzle, it would fit him perfectly and a bright pink collar and a matching leash! Even a little name tag for him (along with a phone number to call) to wear.

Before you were even in your house, Sebastian was on you, shoving you against the door, pressing his body right against you and leaning down to kiss you. You bring your free hand up to push him away, he quickly nips your hand and holds it firmly in a painfully sharp grip between his teeth.

You hiss in pain. “Let go.” You say firmly, you get a playful growl in response but he doesn’t let go until you make it an order. You glare at him as you bring the bag up to his eye level. He huffs and looks you over, seemingly not interested in the bags contents as he reaches to fondle your chest.

You grab the leash first, showing it to him. The clink of the tags and the leash get his attention and he stares at it for a second and shakes his head. “No, M-Master just, a hand?” He guides your free hand between his legs and you have to force his pact to stop him. You drag him in the house.

You snap the collar on and give the leash a firm yank, Sebastian in turn bows his head as he lets you pull him along. He whines as you drag him him to your kitchen. You notice the heavy boxes stacked on the table and without missing a beat, you tied Sebastian’s leash tightly. He looked at you like a kicked puppy, lightly tugging at the leash, the table moving as you step away. “Stop.” Your order forces him to freeze.

“M-Master, I cant r-reach you?” He ask in a confused tone. He tries to resist the pressure by rubbing his thighs together to stimulate his aching cock. You had just the item for this! You ordered him to strip (much to his delight) and grab a spreader and once he had kicked off his pants and undergarments, you spread his legs and lock it in place.

Unsurprisingly he was hard, making a mess. With a hushed tone, you speak clearly and slowly. “Don’t. Move. The. Table. That’s an order.” Sebastian groans and presses as far as he can without moving the table, when he reaches for you, you step just out of his range. A whimper escapes him, he claws the ground in frustration and uncomfortably sits on his heels, legs still forced apart. His cock bobbed and given how swollen it was and it was already dripping, you imagine how much it must ache when he can smell that this is arousing you as well.

Not to mention his heat, you can tell all he want is to just buck into you until he’s seeing stars, but now you won’t even let him touch you. “M-Master? I need you…why aren’t you…” He trailed off with a whine glancing between his cock and then to you. “Please?” He whines out.

His cock gives a few hopeful bobs before you step forward. You press a leg between his legs, watching him quickly buck up against your leg. You pull back before he even gets to touch you, earning a growl. “Bad boy!” You step out of his range right before he can grab you. To his embarrassment, his cock was drooling in anticipation, a small puddle of pre pooling between his legs.

“You cant take what you want. You are my dog. You only get what i give you, and you obey me. Be good, I’ll reward you, as your first punishment…” A grin spread across your face as you grab the last item in the bag. You are quick to put it in Sebastian, startling him enough that he didn’t struggle, seemingly not sure how to respond.

Once it clicked in place he seemed to snap out of his trance and you step back. To your amusement he shook his head first, but the muzzle didn’t come off, without being able to see the clasp, he cant easily get it off. He reaches up and feels the contraption on his face.

“Master…you’ve….m-muzzled me? I cant… bite you. I-I cant kiss-“ You force his head up to face you. Before you can speak, he pulls you down, nuzzling into your neck, you can feel his tongue drag over the bars to try and taste you. You growl at him.

“I order you to let go right now and sit like a good dog.” He releases you instantly and sits on his haunches. You step to the other half of the room before you release the order. He huffs and before he can do anything you add. “You are not to touch yourself, you are not to grab me, or touch me without permission.”

A whine escapes him as he listens to you. “And,” You add with a glare. “You need to learn self control…” You step forward, taking his cock into one hand, teasingly rubbing the head of it. You could see his entire body jolt as the pleasure shot through him. He bucks up instantly, but your hand lets go of his cock as soon as he moved.

“W-why..?” Sebastian whimpers out as his cock painful bobs in excitement. “I’ll be good, w-what am I supposed to do?”

You hum and reach down but stop short of his cock. “Don’t buck up when I touch you, if you want something, just tell me. I am sick of you bothering me at work, so today I’m training you.” Sebastian gave you a shocked look, a tremble goes through him at the authoritative tone you use on him.

“M-my heat! I-I can’t train l-like this! This is cruel!” He whines like you caught him stealing a cookie, not him dry humping you while you work. You lean down enough to be eye level with him.

“Higher stakes.” You half joke as your hand goes to his chest instead of cock, teasing his man hood with your other hand, avoiding the tip as you barely rub it between your fingers, intentionally putting too much pressure. “I don’t mind if you ask for it. Politely. But instead you bite me, leaving marks like a dog, so I’ll treat you appropriately. You can use your words when you’re ready to tell me what you want.”

You release his cock once more to his dismay. “You’re heat is going to make this more…intense for you. You only act up when you’re in heat too, so if I can get my dog to keep his bone tucked away whenever he smells his bitch, only then will I let him finish.” You glare at him and disgruntled whine in return.

“I’m not a dog-“ He tries to rub against anything, but in this position his cock can’t reach the floor without you noticing. His ‘bone’ throbbed in a attempt to get your attention, the tip bright red, looking like you had been torturing it…

He pauses, seeing you look down upon him, he can feel the power of your pact keeping him from releasing the agonizing tension between his legs…as much as he wants to fight…he just whimpers in response, tongue lulling out as he pants. “Please, my cock, touch me!” He sits up, almost like he’s presenting his cock to you.

You reach forward, lightly touching it, working it until you wrap a hand around it, you could feel it pulsing in your hand, but you didn’t move…you held his manhood their as he trembled, the pact preventing him from grabbing your hand, leaving it hovering above your hand. He growls in frustration, his teeth clear even with the muzzle, you let go of him and jump back just before there’s a change the in atmosphere.

His wings are out, trembling as his scarlet orbs desperately eye you. You watch him claw at the ground as he bears his teeth in frustration. “B-but I asked!” You nod, but don’t respond right away. “Master, it hurts! Please!” His wings flap desperately, leaving feathers to scatter.

When he sees the scowl on your face he freezes, and to your amusement, he bucks under your gaze and you hear the distinct sound of his cock smacking against his stomach. You let out a short laugh, watching his face turn red as he takes in the situation.

“Puppy,” You wait till he acknowledges you to continue. “You told me to touch you, so I did, you didn’t ask for me to help you, just for a touch.” Sebastian freezes and lets out a drawn out sight.

“Stroke m-my cock! I need you pleaseplease-“ He cries out as you tighten your hold of his throbbing shaft. You stroke him at a leisurely pace, watching the way his hips tremble as he tries to stay still. You barely have a grip on him, you don’t even move all the way to the tip with each stroke! “Please, please! Squeeze my cock! Stroke f-faster, p-please!”

His tone hurried, the ache between his legs worsening with each stroke. You know what he wants, but you’re dragging it out to drive a point home. You do show mercy this time though, hand speeding up and tightening more than he liked. Sebastian moans out a couple “Thank you!”s before he’s trembling.

“Close?” Sebastian nods, his man hood giving a heavy throb before you stopped and let go of him once more. Sebastian cries out, he couldn’t buck fast enough, he’s left trembling as you let him ruin his orgasm. You hear him near wheezing as he pulls on the collar, harder than he should, the table jerks forward and you see him try to get up to stop the boxes from falling, but the spreader causes him to lose his balance and practically bow in front of you. He glanced back to see a few of the boxes on the ledge, if he pulls again…you will definitely punish him if any of those fall…

When he turns back to you, he can see you’re think the same thing, he moves back to give his leash slack before putting his arms behind his back. His cock hung between his legs, still fully erect. “Master, I n-need you to stroke my cock. Please, let me cum! I want to feel good!”

You praise him and lean down, he meets you half way but with the muzzle, he cant kiss you. He let out a defeated whimper. “Muzzle off…please?” You eye him carefully.

“If you bite me once, I’ll leave you like this till tomorrow.” Sebastian whimpers but nods. To his confusion, you don’t touch him or take the muzzle off. Instead you shove your leg between his. You stand up straight and grin. “Hump my leg like a good dog, you can cum as much as you want on one condition.” Sebastian gives you his full attention, his manhood throbbing hard against your calf. “Admit you were a bad boy. Apologize.”

He whimpers and quickly caves. “I’m s-sorry, I’ve been bad, I need to cum please…” He’s bucking against your leg, you show him mercy and bounce your leg with every few thrust. You can feel that he’s close and you let him cum on your shoe, he collapses against you, too tired to support his own weight.

You step aside and he falls forward, dragging the table forwards, making the boxes fall with a loud thud….

Sebastian whimpers in response, he submissively bowed and apologized again with a tremble in his voice. “I-I’m s-sorry! I’m-I didn’t mean to…” You ruffle his hair but don’t punish him over it. Besides you can see his cock starting to come back to life, he’s gonna have to be good if he wants to finish again!

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samanddean76 · 11 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Jimmy Novak/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Jimmy Novak (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, A/B/O, Omega Dean Winchester, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Alpha Jimmy Novak (Supernatural), Alpha/Alpha/Omega, Chases, Mating Bites, Scenting, Secretary Dean Winchester, Workplace Boss Castiel (Supernatural), Workplace Boss Jimmy Novak, References to Knotting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Castiel and Jimmy Novak are Twins (Supernatural) Summary:

Omega Dean is a hard-working assistant for his twin Alpha bosses, Castiel and Jimmy Novak. At their request he stays late one night even though his heat is almost upon him. Knowing exactly where this will lead...

@spnkinkevents @spnrareships

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nessiesspeakeasy · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 31: Alpha/Beta/Omega

Scylla is having her long heat that her omega-blockers require her to have and now, she has an alpha to help her through it.

Rated Mature. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Mating Cycles/In Heat, First Heat With Partner.

You can read this on my AO3.

When it came time for Scylla’s heat, her nest was filled with Harlow’s scents and things. The blankets he used, his clothes, his books. Scylla had found her alpha boyfriend wearing and using items that fit in her nest that he didn't mind losing.

She'd given him a key just in case she started before he got there. She’d been on omega-blockers for most of her life and she wasn’t sure what her first time with an alpha would be like. She was glad for that foresight, the day before her heat, she was hit hard. Her body was on fire and she itched for him. She groaned and almost texted him, but the thought of bothering him before she’d asked filled her with anxiety.

She found her way to her nest, tucked in her walk-in closet with fairy lights and artwork of space. She'd made it bigger to accommodate Harlow's tall frame and while it felt too open for her, she knew it'd be perfect for the two of them. His scent was there and she felt it course through her body like a tidal wave.

She didn't remember stripping out of her clothes, but she remembered laying in her nest and smelling him and sighing happily. She'd barely started touching herself when she heard Harlow closing the front door and calling for her. She frowned and crawled out to meet him with a blanket wrapped around herself.

He was setting some bags down on the kitchen counter when he saw her. It was obvious to see why he was a coveted theater actor. His chestnut, medium length hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving his softly sculpted face open to show how worried he was. “You did start early. Why didn’t you tell me? How long ago did you start?”

Her voice was always soft and quiet, but it sounded thick with drowsiness. “I didn’t want to bother you… It wasn’t that long ago… Maybe an hour or two?”

He sighed. “Scylla…”

She looked to the ground. “I know, it was silly.”

He beckoned her over and she went to him immediately, walking face first into him and taking long, comforting sniffs. He hugged her. Her soft voice was muffled against his chest. “How did you know?”

The back of his hand rested on her forehead and she turned into it, loving how good it made her feel. “I was doing some research so I’d know how to care for you properly and it cautioned that omegas who are using scent-blockers can start a day or more early when they find an alpha to join them. So, I thought I’d stay the night tonight just to be safe and it looks like I was right.”

She nuzzled against his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“Just promise me that you’ll let me know when things like this happen. If I can help, I want to, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay… Promise.”

“When was the last time you ate or drank anything?”

She groaned.

"I got your favorite snacks and some actual meals." He reached into a bag and handed her a strawberry. She took it with a finger and a thumb so as not to drop the blanket he used exclusively.

He kissed her head and then her neck and took a long breath in. "Mmm, I could kinda smell you when I got in, but this close… I can smell it so clearly and you smell amazing."

She ate the strawberry slowly, opening her neck to him. Her body tingled for his touch.

He gave her another strawberry. "I could barely smell this when we had sex, but I knew you'd be the best."

His words washed over her like wine and she leaned into him fully, her blanket slipping some. He dragged another strawberry slowly between her large breasts, up her chest and to her mouth. Her breathing was heavy and she could feel the slick between her thighs.

He handed her a cube of cheese. She ate it without thought, her attention so focused on him and his next move. "We should move to the couch."

He brought the bag with him. She climbed into his lap, sitting sideways, so she could cuddle him as well. He kissed her neck, handing her another cube of cheese. He kissed her shoulder. She could feel him taking in her scent fully now and it did something for her. She'd never been allowed to have a scent and having him unabashedly sniff her made her lips part and a small moan come from her.

Harlow's grip tightened for a moment before she was given a strawberry. She didn't remember eating it. He was kissing and scenting her down her chest. She pulled the blanket open for him.

He hissed. "Shit, Scylla," he breathed.

She could feel him hard against her and it took all her willpower not to grind against it. Her pussy was throbbing and it was almost painful.

When he bit her breast lightly, she did grind against him, gasping quietly, eyes closed. They were both breathing heavily. Harlow was getting handsier and Scylla had forgotten herself almost completely. She was kissing him furiously and grinding, trying to alleviate that deep need to release.

She straddled him.

He held her to him and picked up the bag. He tried to stand, but it took a moment to get them both off the couch and steady himself. Scylla wrapped her arms and legs around him, face buried in his neck. The movement felt so good, she kept grinding on him. It made him walk slower, needing to concentrate on not stumbling. They almost fell into the nest, Scylla under him and pulling at his shirt, kissing him desperately. A whimper left her when she could not get his clothes off fast enough.

Harlow took over, removing everything. He put a condom on and pressed close to her. She sighed happily, touching as much of him as she could. He smelled so wonderful and his skin was soft and warm. She reached for him, stroking his cock and making him shudder. He smoothed his hand over her pussy, the lightest touch making her react. He rubbed broad circles on her clit while sucking her breasts. She held onto him tightly, both hands clutching his back and grinding against his hand, coming hard and fast. He did not stop until she quivered violently, almost coming from just the pressure of his hand.

Then, he finally lowered onto her, sinking easily inside. It was the best feeling she’d ever had. She mewled louder than she ever thought she could. She kissed him, needing all of him. She’d wanted this for so long, she couldn’t believe she had it now. He kissed her between his own noises and it was music to her ears. She came on his cock, almost screaming.

Harlow shuddered as she clenched around him and went faster and harder. She was lost, clutching onto him and moaning loud with each hard thrust. The moment he came and his knot swelled inside her, stretching her and rubbing against her walls, she came again. She felt so full and safe surrounded by his scent.

“Shit,” he whispered. “I have never cum that hard.”

“Same…” She giggled.

He kissed her hard and it made her moan and shiver. They spent the time waiting for his knot to empty kissing. They were hard, needy kisses that turned lazy.

Scylla pressed her nose into his neck, loving how he was all around her. As things returned to normal, Harlow produced a chocolate covered strawberry and fed it to her. She bit into it, humming happily.

He lightly touched her forehead. "Do you want to watch a movie? I'll make us some food."

Scylla whined. "But then you won't be on the couch with me."

He laughed and then nodded. He pulled out, a sensation she hated, but managed not to whine about. Harlow grabbed his shirt and handed it to her. "How about this?"

"It's not the same, but it'll do." She slipped it on. It was twice her size, but it smelled like him enough.

They cleaned themselves and she brought another blanket out while Harlow grabbed some pillows. They made a temporary nest on her couch.

"I'll be right in the kitchen. Everything I brought should be quick." He kissed her and she was already trying to make it longer.

"I love you," she whispered.

He kissed her. "I love you, too." He left. She hated how empty she felt with him gone. She felt it mildly under normal circumstances, but now it was like half of her had been ripped away.

She tucked her legs close to her under the shirt and smelled it as she thought about what movie she wanted. "Did you want anything specific?"

"Nah," he called back. "Pick whatever you want."

She had a folder of favorites she liked while in heat. She connected her laptop to her tv. It got her moving around and less anxious that she didn't have Harlow with her. She tried to be good and stay on the couch, but it had already been twenty minutes. She couldn't resist the compulsion. She moved to the kitchen, hugging him from behind.

"I'm sorry, I’m taking longer than I'd anticipated. I thought a fruit salad would be nice with grilled sandwiches."

"Mmm. It does smell good." He was bare except for his underwear. She felt over his torso, loving the slight muscle definition. She kissed his back, feeling his body move to prepare their food.

When he was ready, they went back to the couch. Scylla ate and drank whatever he gave her as they watched the movie in a comfortable silence. When their food was gone, she settled into him, resting her head on his chest. She wasn't sure when, but she felt his hand begin to wander.

He cupped her breasts, massaging them through the shirt. She sighed happily. He used this time to explore Scylla’s body, finding things she didn't care for and the ways that had her practically orgasming. They were new to each other and new to sex and she liked how he idly played with her.

She huffed, squeezing his thighs as hers opened.

He lazily reached for her, rubbing over it, seeing what was a tease and what wasn't. She liked a fair amount of pressure, moaning loudly and rocking against his touch when he did.

He kissed her neck, whispering. "Do you like this?"

She huffed and nodded.

"Hmm?" His tone was playful, but insistent.

"Yes," she breathed. She arched to get more friction. He cupped her breast and she shivered, gasping and moaning, gripping his legs tightly as she reared back into him and came. She breathed heavily, calming, but Harlow didn't remove his hand. Instead, he slowly started again.

She turned and nuzzled into him, panting heavily. It was wonderful. She reached for a kiss and he gave it freely. To her delight, he slipped a couple fingers into her, fucking her slowly, thumb pressing against her clit.

He milked her orgasms until she was tired and her eyes were drooping. He wrapped the blankets back around them and cuddled her until the movie was over. It was late, but as he moved, she felt her body reacting. They went back to her nest and she straddled him.

His hands rubbed her thighs. "Just let me get a condom on…"

He had to reach around her as she kissed whatever she could. When he was done, she was fully focused, fucking his cock hard. His hand had felt amazing, but she loved the fullness of his cock inside her.

Harlow hissed and felt over her sides and ass, praising her body. She'd always been too fat for her Mother's standards, so it was strange that he'd love all her soft curves. She rolled her hips, kissing him, hands wandering. She felt greedy, acting out what she'd fantasized, but Harlow did not seem to mind.

When his knot swelled in her this time, her eyes were heavy and her body tired. She laid on his chest, drifting before his knot deflated completely.

Harlow held Scylla, completely in awe that she was cuddling him in her heat. That she'd picked him. She was sleeping on him, his cock still in her and any time he tried to pull it out, she whined at him. He'd read about this and knew it was always better to keep the routines going no matter what.

They'd all learned about endotypes, but he'd had an inkling what they'd learned wasn't good enough and he'd been right. There were so many tips and tricks that he was glad to know. He slowly pulled her off and into her nest. She whined loudly, so he kissed her body until she calmed. He got up and cleaned and prepared some food. He'd memorized a schedule for them and it required meal prep. With meals that would keep their energy up. He organized the snacks she loved to placate her while he got their meals ready. He was almost finished when she was looking for him and rubbing against him. He felt her forehead and found it burning. She was finally into her heat. He hadn't needed to feel her to be sure, her arousal and that sweet, jasmine, Omega scent were filling the room.

"I'm almost done, Scylla." He knew she wasn't going to listen. She was reaching under his waistband and taking his dick in her hand. He'd read to let her do this, but it was really hard to concentrate when she was stroking him and sucking hickies into his side.

He was hard too quickly and wanted to stop what he was doing to give her whatever she wanted. He kept steady, though, wanting to complete the meal prep. Her kisses were getting lower and lower. He went as fast as he could, but she'd pulled his underwear down and was now kneeling to suck the tip into her mouth. She moaned and gripped his ass, taking more of him.

He hissed, pausing for a moment to lean on the counter and watch her. She was flushed and eagerly sucking him off. It looked incredible. He really needed to wrap up what he was doing. He sectioned the rest of it up as quickly as possible. It was a little sloppy, but it was all prepped. He gently moved away from her, making sure to kiss those swollen lips hard before moving away completely. She moaned and tried to keep him there.

"I will be back in seconds." He shoved everything in the fridge and returned to her. He met her on his hands and knees on the kitchen floor. He kissed her with fervor, needing her now. She moaned loudly and stroked his cock, trying to get as close to him as possible. He laid her down, keeping close to her. She was open for him and mewled when he began to rub her clit. She was extremely wet already and came within seconds.

He finger fucked her until she came several times, loudly and hard. She looked so gorgeous, flushed and so sensitive.

"Harlow," she whined.

"I know," he whispered into her ear. He kissed her. "We need to take a shower."

She hugged him tight and shook her head. It was another thing he'd read. They hated the smell being taken away from them. "It'll be fast and I promise to finish what we started here after it."

She went grudgingly, pressing her face to his back as he turned the shower on. "I don't want your smell to go away," she huffed.

She sounded adorable. He'd never heard her whine before, too polite and humble to even think of doing it. He got the temperature right and stripped. Scylla was already naked, covered in tattoos and a belly button ring and clinging to him. She’d removed her lip and nose ring in preparation for her heat.

They got in and he washed her first, giving her as long with his scent as he could. She pouted when he washed himself and he found it outrageously cute. Scylla was nowhere near selfish or emotive and she was being a little of both. He kissed that pout over and over until her arms wrapped around his neck and he'd pinned her against the wall. He played with her nipples, loving how she cooed at him for more.

She didn't leave the shower without a few more orgasms. He wanted her exhausted so she'd sleep well. He laid her down in her bed and kissed over her body until he was at her clit again, flicking his tongue over it and making her moan. She was slick in no time, but he could see she was less reactive and her eyelids were getting heavy. When he finally sank his cock into her, he knew she'd sleep well. She clung to him, face in his neck.

She fell asleep nuzzled against him, clinging to him. He played with her hair, thinking. He remembered catching her Omega scent all those years ago and how he'd wanted to scent her every day afterwards. It's why he'd tried to keep a very firm respectable distance while keeping their friendship. It had also helped him to develop feelings for her on his own and not be manipulated by hormones. And all that led to them here, sharing her heat together. It was an incredible feeling that she'd picked him, it made him proud to have earned her trust and love.

He dozed off next to her, snuggling her tightly. When next he woke, it was in pleasure. He roused and quickly remembered where he was. Scylla had her mouth around him and was sucking vigorously. He moaned, losing himself for a moment before reaching for her, but she wouldn't budge.

"Baby, that feels wonderful, I know something else we can do that'll make both of us feel good." He glanced at the clock. It was five in the morning.

She moaned and he could see her fingers playing with herself.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You're so sexy, baby."

He sat up and tried to gently pull her off him. It was so very tempting to let her continue. He had to play with her nipples, giving her a physical promise before she let him move her away. She grabbed at him, whining when he didn't move fast enough.

He felt her forehead with the back of his hand. It was burning hot. She was truly in the thick of it. She kissed his hand, and pulled his thumb in her mouth to suck on. He breathed heavily at the sight, especially when her beautiful, heterochromic, ombre eyes looked at him.

He brought her in for a hard kiss. She moaned loudly, exploring his mouth with her tongue. He had a stash of condoms under his pillow and he grabbed one, letting her lead while he tried to get one on before she got too impatient.

She was on him, grinding against him with a heavy need. She was so slick it dripped down both of them. She kissed and sucked his skin, leaving love marks. She'd vaguely mentioned she'd thought of him during a heat, but he was guessing she'd down-played it severely. She was in control now, not giving him a moment to think. She rode his cock so intensely, he saw stars when he came and she screamed against him, nails digging into him. He jerked at the sensation, knot large and stuck inside her. He held her and tried to catch his breath.

She whined and rocked on his knot, wanting more. He massaged her clit, giving her an orgasm that squeezed him into ecstasy. She kissed over his neck, marking it more.

She whined when his knot flattened, rocking her hips for more. He took over now, flipping her to her back and finger fucking her, his thumb rubbing her clit. He took time to suck her nipples, winding her up over and over until he could finally knot her again. She fell asleep on him with his dick inside her, snuggled happily under his chin.

He dozed as well, but his hunger got the better of him. He eased out of her and freshened up. Breakfast was an easy one, yogurt with fruit and some extra foods for him that promoted stamina. She found him just in time, wobbling to him.

He picked her up and set her on the counter. "Harlow!" She whined, hissing at the cold and trying to lean into him.

He presented her with the food. She sneered at it. He kissed that pout. "You don't have to eat a lot, just as much as you can. It has your favorite fruits."

She ate it slowly and only if he was touching her. She ate two-thirds, which was really good for her. He celebrated with a mini make out session. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting more.

"You need some water, Sweetie."

She pulled away from him, pouting. "I thought it was just the yogurt."

He leaned in and gave her slow, lingering kisses on her neck.

She leaned into it. "Okay."

He gave her a short glass so it wasn't intimidating. She managed two full ones. While she drank, he kissed over her chest and breasts, licking her nipples every time she'd finished a glass.

"That's perfect, Baby, let's go watch a movie."

Their days were much the same. The more positive reinforcement he did, the more she ate and drank and the better her fever was. She still took a lot of convincing to shower, but the intense cuddling in her nest always made her feel better.

Then, there was a knock on her door. They were on the couch and the moment she heard it, she was on her feet, eyes large and terrified. He was quick to go to her and try to reassure her. She reached for him, hiding and trembling. "It's okay, baby, I'll answer the door." When she shook her head, he kissed the top of it. “It’ll take a second.”

She broke away from him and shook her head, retreating back to her bedroom. He sighed and pulled on some pajamas. He opened the door. It was a woman with the wrong address. He helped her out and sighed heavily as he locked the door.

He made Scylla a cup of her favorite cocoa, glad he’d asked her for something to calm her if she got spooked. He brought it to her in her nest. The sight of her made him crestfallen. She was curled with her knees to her and wrapped in a large cardigan that tightly hid her nakedness. Her eyes were large and he could smell the terror, it was getting thick in the closet. He left the door open to let it dissipate. He sat down next to her and took his shirt off. “I made you some hot chocolate.”

She took the mug, but didn’t drink it, staying as small as she could be. He frowned and wrapped her in his arms, pulling her onto his lap. She went willingly, digging her face into his bare chest.

He set the mug to her designated cup area and hugged her tight. "You're safe, Scylla. I'm right here and I won't let anything happen to you." He felt her forehead. It was a little hotter than before. He grabbed the mug again and this time, curled into him, she drank it.

He pulled out her Nesting tablet and played a movie. She stayed tight to him, not letting any part of her touch anything else. He placed soft kisses over her to help her relax better, which worked. The problem was they'd now skipped a rotation, so her next one was going to hit her harder.

He rubbed her legs and arms, seeing if he could coax her to have sex. That and the kisses, slowly, very slowly, got her to relax against him, opening her body so he could massage more of her.

He whispered, "If you really don't want this, we don't have to."

She kissed him, probing him with her tongue. He took the hint and played with her breasts. She let him lead this one, leaning against him while his cock was inside her, slowly fucking her. He held her tightly, kissing and licking her, tweaking her nipples as she slowly began to moan and pant, kneading his thighs. He played with her far longer than he normally would, hoping it would ease her heat later.

It didn't help. When she roused next, she was on him, grinding on anything that gave her friction. His leg was soaked by her slick while he tried to apply a condom. She came, rocking harder on his thigh and whining for him. He tested her forehead and found it extremely hot.

He maneuvered her to her knees, her face in her nest. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard. She melted completely, pressing into him and almost screaming. He reached over her to grab her breast and wrap a hand around her hips to play with her clit.

It was several, screaming, wild orgasms before he couldn't hold back any longer. He flipped her back over and fucked her for himself. It was a different feel, working solely to get himself off on her. They both enjoyed it immensely. Scylla clung to him, going wild while he was reckless, pounding against her with haste. She screamed as he finally came. He rested fully on her, catching his breath and waiting for the dizziness to subside. She held him, suckling his skin.

It made him laugh. He rose up a little and kissed her. She was still really hot to the touch, but she was smiling again.

He got them food and watched another movie. He made sure to always be touching her in some way, to make sure she knew he was there. She did not go into the front of her apartment the rest of the day.

He hated that lingering scent of fear. Now it chased her natural scent, making it sour. He gave her more hot chocolate, to help, but the most helpful was when she curled into him, skin to skin. He wrapped a blanket around her and held her close.

The next day showed an almost full recovery. She moved around her house, though she was more cautious in the front of it. It had started when he'd made breakfast and she crept out to hug him from behind.

"Why do we always have to eat?"

He grinned at the whine in her voice. "It helps us have a clear mind. Do you feel a little more clear headed this time around?"

She was quiet for a long time before she shrugged. "Guess so."

He laughed. They ate in the nest again with Scylla snuggled as much on him as possible. She was small enough that it was easy. She fell asleep after her meal, curled into Harlow, face pressed against him. He felt her forehead and sniffed her for any residual fear. She was still burning, but he could hardly smell the fear.

Over the next day her fear dissipated completely and she was back to groping him and sucking him off openly. He was getting used to it while he prepared a meal, though it always felt incredible.

By the time she finally started coming out of it, she was content with snuggling. "I hope I wasn't too annoying…"

Harlow stopped what he was doing and hugged her. "You were in no way annoying. I promise." She nuzzled into him and hummed. He knew immediately what that meant. "I'm almost done." She nodded, but her hands did wander shamelessly.

He could feel how hot her forehead was on his back, cooler than the day before, but still really warm. She ate her lunch while slowly rocking on his cock. It was more to keep her full than for pleasure. She laid on him, breath shuddering softly while she rolled her hips. It was such a slow build, it left them gripping onto each other, lost in the feel of it.

When he finally knotted it was almost painful with how sensitive he was. His nails dug into her. When the world came back, he huffed heavily. "I'm so sorry."

She giggled. "It's okay." She snuggled him. "I kinda like the idea of being marked by you…"

His heart leapt. He didn't say anything, but kissed her on the lips.

Slowly, she came out of her heat. She was tired and slept more than before, usually dozing so she could cuddle with him as he moved around.

"Bath?" He asked with a kiss to the head.

She hummed and very slowly sat up, no longer whining about it. She laid on him the whole time they soaked in the hot water. She frowned after they had washed everything except her hair. "Why didn't we take a bath?" Her voice was quiet and a little timid, much like it always was.

He could see a slight pout, though, and he knew he was going to miss it. "I thought you might get upset that my scent was continually going away."

She giggled. “Yeah, I would have.” She sighed. “This was the best heat I ever had. Thank you for doing it with me…”

He kissed her head. “Thank you for letting me in. I’m really happy I was able to do it with you.”

She kissed his chest. “I don’t want to wait another year…”

He chuckled and then fell into silence. “It’s totally your choice, Scylla, but what if you went off of the blockers? It would help make your heats less intense and balance you out a little more.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I kept them going so my family couldn’t find me, but… Maybe it’s time I did? I always liked the idea of not having to hide it.” She smiled and kissed him. “And you’d be able to scent me whenever you wanted… I love when you do that.”

“I’ll be here for whatever you decide, but I love scenting you, too…”

She giggled. “I’ll talk to my doctor about it.”

He kissed her. “What do you want to do when we get out of the tub?”

She kissed over the bruises on his neck. “I kinda wanna give you more of these…”

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Between Alphas

he's his song and he will never know how to sing another one

Oikawa's skin has always been soft, and when Iwaizumi touches it, when his warm fingers glide like river water over it, with parsimony and passion, it becomes all bristly, quivering skin, indulgent and wanting for more.

And fuck how Iwaizumi loves it.

It is nighttime. The orange light from the small lamp on the bedside table mixes with the night light filtering through the poorly drawn curtains, which sway in the faint breeze coming through the open window. They don't know what time it is, but they couldn't care less. Iwaizumi's sleep schedule has been broken for weeks now, and the reason is right there under his body, flushed, panting and submissive. His inner alpha couldn't be prouder.

Hajime's nose traces down Oikawa's neck, taking a deep breath. Oikawa smells of grapefruit and summer sun, a scent that envelops his senses, leaving him intoxicated and his mouth watering, whetting his appetite. He bites into his skin, not enough to sink his fangs, which have grown and burn to score, but enough to draw a loud groan from Oikawa and curve his back, making their pelvises rub together. Iwaizumi notices the surge of pheromones, how there's an itchy touch to them, how they intermingle with his own pheromones and create a strong, irresistible scent.

He begins to suck and lick, feeling Tooru stir underneath between grunts because Iwaizumi has his hands trapped against the mattress and can't scratch his bare back. Hajime slowly works his way up his skin, marking the path with kisses and soft puffs. His broad, firm shoulders tighten with the movement and, like a lion raising its head after tasting its prey, Iwaizumi raises his head to look at Oikawa as he licks his lips.

The taller's hair, wavy locks dyed chocolate, spreads across the pillow and some of it sticks to his forehead from sweat. His eyes, two orbs coated with the purest honey, almost eclipsed by pupils, are crystalline and clouded by the bomb of sensations he has not ceased to experience thanks to Iwa-chan. His cheeks tinged with sweet red, half-open lips glistening with saliva and swollen from the insufficient amount of kisses they've been sharing.

Iwaizumi thinks Oikawa couldn't be more handsome, more sexier, more hotter, more ethereal, more mine and only mine.

Until he sees those puffy, glossy lips curl into an ear-to-ear smile, loaded with mischief and sweetness, that makes Iwaizumi's heart wrap itself around warmth and beat hard and melt and turn into a mess because I don't know how you do it, but you have me wrapped around your fucking finger.

"Are you tired already, Iwa-chan?" He croons in a whispered, singsong voice, teasing him, because Oikawa enjoys trying to get under his skin, through muscles and veins.

Hajime is still captivated, but only for a second longer, before reflecting that same smile. With one hand, he holds both of Oikawa's wrists tightly above his head while his free hand catches his boyfriend's chin, lifting his face carefully, never breaking eye contact.

Actually, Oikawa could free himself from that grip, because he is just as strong, but he doesn't want to.

Yet.

"Tired, me? Look at you, Tooru." He answers, husky and low, his alpha rejoicing inwardly as he leans over him, grazing their noses and tantalising their lips. "Look at you how you are because of me." He descends his hand from his chin to his naked torso, slow and blazing, never taking his eyes for a single second from his boyfriend's restrained expression.

He sees him bite his lip and narrow his eyes. Oikawa's back curves, shuddering uncontrollably as one of his nails grazes his left nipple, still damp from the earlier biting and sucking. Iwaizumi smiles more and continues down, passing over his navel, sliding a little lower to the waistband of his blue shorts.

Doesn’t need to look at him, doesn’t need to touch him (yet), because he’s been feeling his hard cock against his from the very beginning.

"Look at you." He repeats, running his tongue over his lips.

Tooru, whose chest rises and falls at a surprising rate, who is drunk on the scent permeating the room, tilts his head slightly on his pillow. His eyes sparkle, glittering in the haze of excitement.

"Look at me." He doesn't beg, he orders, because that's his nature, because he knows what he wants and now he wants Iwaizumi to look at him, look at me and only me. "Look at me, Hajime."

He wants those eyes to get lost in his, those warm, calloused hands, made to save lives, to run over his skin that he has memorised, he wants those lips to melt back into his a thousand times over, he wants his ass to dance on Iwaizumi's member.

But he also wants to take control because his alpha is dying to touch him, to get lost in his muscles, to scratch his broad back, to grab his waist until his fingers mark it, to bite his neck, to make him growl and moan, to make Iwaizumi scream until he loses all his vocabulary and the only word he knows how to pronounce is his name.

Oikawa wants to turn Iwa-chan into a complete mess.

"Fucking tease boy." Iwaizumi snorts before bringing their lips together in a hungry, demanding and possessive kiss, where he lets him know who's in charge now as their tongues meet as if it's been years, brushing against each other's sharp fangs.

Their lips are moulded energetically, parting just enough to take in the scent they have formed together, and to let out growls and gasping names. Iwaizumi's hand continues its journey, slipping under the cotton shorts, outlining his waist, which rises inertia, leaving the way free for Iwa's hand to wrap around his back.

"Ha-Hajime." Tooru gasps between kisses, eyes half-opening slightly as he feels the alpha squeeze one of his buttocks before ripping (literally) his trousers off. "Wai... Wait." He tries to come back to his senses, to shake off the tangle clouding his mind, holding back the moans clawing at his throat as Iwaizumi begins to lunge at him over his clothes, slow and heavy.

His lower abdomen tingles and his cock throbs painfully.

"What's wrong, babe?" He finally asks as he releases his mouth, licking his lips before moving to his ear. Their torsos touch and rub and burn. "Don't you want me to, princess? Don't you want me to fuck you?" He whispers, deeply and low, almost making him purr when he hears that fucking nickname and when Iwaizumi's fangs caress the curve of his jaw. "Because I do." Iwa continues, his breath warm against his dermis and his words laden with a desire that takes Oikawa's breath away. Insane, it's going to drive me completely insane. "I want to reach deep inside you." Iwaizumi's palm opens and presses against Oikawa’s stomach. "I want to break you, Tooru."

Oikawa lets out a sob, closing his eyes tightly again while breathing almost heavily. This is too much. The pheromones Hajime’s expelling are becoming more and more pungent, and he fells himself drowning in the sweetness of cinnamon and the intensity of ginger because that's what Iwa-chan had smelled like for as long as Oikawa could remember. It smells of kindness and serenity.

But Oikawa isn’t an omega. He's riding out the tide of pheromones -which would have provoked the heat to any omega- like the proud, stubborn alpha he is because as dominant an alpha as Iwaizumi is, he doesn't want to lose to him.

However, by the time he forces himself to open his eyes and think of Makki wearing the blissful leopard borat swimming costume he had the audacity to wear one day to lower his horniness, Iwaizumi has begun to descend his body again. It passes over his collarbone, giving him a gentle nibble. He licks one of his pecs and nibbles on that sensitive pink button, eliciting a growl from him. Their gazes meet and, through his watery orbs, Oikawa sees Hajime's smile turn playful and continue his journey down his hard, worked abs, leaving a trail of kisses. Tooru loses himself in pleasure momentarily and the other alpha takes the opportunity to slowly remove his grip on Oikawa’s wrists, now having both hands free for the jackpot.

Iwaizumi spreads Tooru’s legs, firm hands supporting muscular thighs, and settles his face between them, still looking Oikawa in the eye. A stain darkens the blue fabric of Tooru's boxer (the white waistband of the garment reads Asahi's secret) and Iwaizumi licks his lips. The taller alpha props himself up as best he can on his elbows and frowns, about to complain. But the words don't come, his head tilts back and he ends up letting out a deep growl when Iwa-chan's hot mouth bites into his inner thigh, his black hair tickling close to his sensible cock.

"What's with the bad look, sweet boy?" He teases him, again leaving another bite, noticing how the leg trembles under his palm, feeding his alpha's ego and pride.

Let yourself go, Tooru, let me take you to the depths of hell.

"Y-you're... ngh... not... fair." He gasps, jerking his head up and lifting his chin. His scent accentuates and Iwaizumi's breath ties. "I want to be the top." He protests almost like a small child, jutting out his lower lip in a pout.

Hajime rests his head against Oikawa's good knee, his hair ruffling the alpha's skin, his intense eyes locked on his, the summer green darkening to a wintry green.

"No, we talked about this. Control is mine today, Tooru."

Oikawa's expression hardens and he growls, but this time as a warning, before grabbing Iwaizumi's hair and forcing him away from his crotch to lean towards him. Hajime, stunned, opens his mouth to retort what the fuck is he doing when Oikawa kisses him with the intensity of fire stoked by gasoline, moving his hand down from his hair to the back of his neck, clinging to it tightly because I want to be the top, Iwa-chan, and I'm going to be the damn top.

Hajime's eyes close in inertia under his scowl and that's when the alpha of each completely takes the reins. They snarl at each other between kisses like wolves fighting until Oikawa manages to reverse roles and get Iwa under his body, holding his wrists firmly against the mattress as Hajime did at first and sitting on his hips. The alpha scrambles to try to get free, but Tooru quickly uses his legs to pin Iwa’s.

Oikawa bites down on his lower lip a little too hard, the metallic taste of blood mixing with the saliva. Iwaizumi's curses are lost inside their mouths as he deepens the kiss, but they end up being heard clearly when Oikawa diverts his mouth to his neck and bites and licks and sniffs. With each touch, Tooru notices how Iwa-chan continues to press hard against him, and it sends a tingle through his stomach that spreads through his body like a raging wave. He feels his blood rushing through his veins, his face reddening a little more, his breathing altering, his scent thickening and deepening, his fangs aching.

He wants to make Iwa-chan his now. He wants to mark him because Iwa-chan is mine, only mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, he repeats like a prayer.

He is missing out completely.

"Oi, Oikawa! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Iwaizumi exclaims in overwhelm as the other alpha sinks deeper into his neck, one of his hands holding his wrists up and the other clinging to his waist tightly, his fingers digging into his skin. "Hey, Tooru!" He insists again with a frown, trying to get out, but Oikawa barely hears him, feels his voice distant and opaque, as if he's sinking into the ocean.

That's when Hajime knows something is wrong. He feels Oikawa shudder, moaning against his skin as his cock rubs against his in a slow, needy sway.

"Oikawa, let g-" His voice breaks into a whimper, shaking once more until he hears Oikawa growl at his before he finally pulls away from his neck and Iwaizumi falls silent as, in the dim lighting, he sees it. He sees the dark orbs of their eyes and their pupils now elongated like those of a feline.

Tooru has just come into heat, but he’s holding back trying to keep his alpha under control, and Iwaizumi knows he’s in pain by the agitated way he’s breathing, the anguish on his face, and the scent of fear.

"Stop it... stop it..." He seems to be talking to himself, his gaze lost and his voice cracking, hoarse and deep as he lets go of Iwaizumi and walks away from him. Hajime blinks, heart thundering in his eardrums as he watches him in a daze; he’s never seen him like this, never seen him in his first day of heat until now. "I mustn't... I mustn't mark you." He sobs and raises his left forearm, burying his fangs and teeth into his skin, closing his eyes tightly against the intense pain.

And then Iwaizumi reacts. Quickly, he reaches his arm towards the headboard of the bed and, knocking over the Star Wars Funko Pops that decorate it, he rummages around until he finds the inhibitor that Oikawa keeps there. He immediately sits up, sitting down as his boyfriend continues to hold back between grunts and gasps, and quickly opens the box. Cursing the trembling in his hands, Iwa pulls out the syringe and a glass vial filled with inhibitor serum. He fails to fill the syringe with the dose on the first attempt, but when he succeeds on the second try, he looks back at his boyfriend and, without a second thought, plunges the needle into Oikawa's arm and injects the dose.

The alpha whimpers like an abandoned puppy as the liquid, burning like the desert sun, makes its way through his veins. He strains his eyes open, still with his arm in his mouth, his skin flushed red. Iwaizumi feels a knot in his stomach and his heart shrinks as Tooru looks into his eyes, which slowly begin to return to normal as his jaw relaxes and he finally releases his arm, revealing the ugly wound his sore teeth have left in his dermis.

Oikawa hisses as he feels pain and stifles a cry as he looks down and sees his wound, quickly covering it with his hand and shrinking into himself, stunned and terrified. The reality of what he has done, of what he has been about to do, hits him like a goods train. Bile rises in his throat, and he becomes unable to look Iwa-chan in the eye. What has he done?

What have I done?

"Tooru." Hajime manages to get his voice out to call out to him, gesturing to touch him, but the alpha turns away, shaking his head.

What have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I done, what have I done.

"Tooru, please. Come." But Iwaizumi continues to insist, pleading, expelling a wave of pheromones, soft and sweet.

"I'll… I’ll hurt you." He mumbles in terror, not taking his eyes off the bite, shuddering at the thought that this is what he would have done to Iwaizumi if he hadn't controlled himself.

"Don't be an idiot, you won't." Hajime frowns, moving closer to him once again, gently resting his hands on the other's trembling arms. Oikawa shrinks more. "Look at me, Tooru." He resists despite the delicate scent of cinnamon enveloping him like a warm blanket in autumn. "Look at me, please." Oikawa swallows saliva, all his defences cracking, and finally, biting his lower lip, he slowly raises his crystalline gaze to Iwa-chan. His eyes, ever stoic and confident, swim tonight in concern.

My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault.

"I'm fine, see?" His voice sweetens and he settles in, slipping his legs slowly under Oikawa's, moving closer until he can wrap his arms around Tooru’s waist. "And I'm here, with you." Hajime continues, resting his firm hand between his shoulder blades, welcoming him into a hug that hurts and heals. "I'm not going anywhere." He promises close to his ear, feeling him tremble in his arms as he sinks his face into the hollow between his shoulder and neck.

"I'm sorry, Iwa-chan." He mutters then, his voice so broken that it stabs like daggers into Iwaizumi's chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats over and over, on the verge of sobbing, curling into Iwaizumi and holding his shirt tightly in his healthy hand, even though guilt eats at him and there's a voice screaming at him to stay away from Hajime because he doesn't deserve him.

He's not an omega, you're not omega either, why should you even try? This relationship is doomed to fail.

Hajime hugs him tighter, with the affection and security of someone who knows how to protect and understand, gently pushing his hair aside to distribute small kisses behind his ear and smell his gland.

They remain like that, cuddled together in bed, their skins exposed and their souls restless. It's fine, everything's fine, Iwaizumi wants to tell him, but his words catch in his throat. It's not okay, nothing is okay, and the alpha knows it, which is why he cries silently in the warmth of the shelter around him.

Again, yet another night, it's all gone to shit. They have been trying for months to take the plunge, to jump into the other world they are dying to explore hand in hand with each other. But there is no way and they end up frustrated because they are blinded by the suffocating pride of their alphas, and neither can be tamed by the other, no matter how much they want it. And sometimes, just sometimes, Hajime thinks if it's really worth it to keep having what they have. He loves Tooru, he loves him as he has never loved anyone before, yet he feels that this is going to end up consuming them completely.

Because they are like dead bodies of stars about to collide and create a tidal wave of destruction that would sweep everything away.

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