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littlemissomega · 7 months

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Hungry

alpha!Rhyand x omega!reader

Summary: Rhysand finds a way to make his mate eat during her heat

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, teasing, reader not wanting to eat but Rhys convincing her too, bargaining, heat and rut, overstimulation, mention of biting/marking, breeding kink, pet names (Alpha, Omega, little dove, baby), wing play/stimulation, food play if you squint, bad writing, not proof read

Note: Both characters have sensitive wings. Sarah J. Mass created the character “Rhysand” in the book series “A Court Of Thorns and Roses”

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“Alpha nooo! I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Shh little dove,” Rhysand coos, “It’s for your own good!”

“I don’t wanna, I just want you!” Y/ whines.

“You have to eat, baby. What kind of mate would I be if I didn’t feed my omega?”

“I don’t need food, I need you!” Y/N wiggles her hips up as if to prove it. Rhysand groans.

Since the mating bond snapped into place almost 2 days ago, Rhysand and Y/N have been caught in a frenzy of searching hands and unquenchable need. Naturally, it triggered YN’s heat and Rhysand’s runt. But while Rhysand had suffered the sweat drenched, desperate and foggy musk of his runt before, this is Y/N’s first heat. Rhysand nearly chokes on her needy scent, struggling to control himself. Everything from her dripping pussy, peaked nipples, ruffled hair, and glazed over eyes makes him want to fuck her silly. Well, more silly. She squirms under his graze.

“Omega, you have to eat,” Rhysand orders, voice shifting into that dominant husk that makes Y/N’s bones turn to jello and every fiber of her being needs to obey him.

The burning pit in her core that had been temporarily appeased threatens to swallow Y/N whole. She writhes, gripping the sheets and moaning.

“Pleaseee! I need you in me now! Feel so empty, Alpha, it hurts so bad so achy! Need you so bad!” she babbles. Rhysand moans at the sight.

“You really will be the death of me, little dove,”

Rhysand pulls her into a sitting position- having to support her weak body- into his lap. His fingers graze the tips of her wings, and Y/N almost cums on the spot. She instinctively grinds against his hard cock. A growl rips from his lips and he grabs her hips, stilling her.

“I’m feeling partially gracious, so I’ll make you a deal, mate,” he groans into her ear, pushing her sweat stick hair back.

She whimpers in response, breathing in his scent deeply. He smells of Ilirian leathers, fresh parchment, night drenched breezes, and cracking fire. The fire goes straight to her core.

“You eat what I feed you, and I’ll let you warm my cock while you do it,” Rhysand proposses, picking up the bowl of praise and little pieces of bread he summoned earlier.

“Okay, please, Alpha, just need you in me so bad!” Y/N practically cries. His cock twitches under her before he slides in in one fluid movement

Y/N clutches Rhysand’s shoulders as she struggles to adjust to his size. She’d lost count of how many times he’s made her cum, but it never seems to be enough. Her body craves more, more, more. Needs it. He becomes the very air she breathes in the frenzy of her first heat.

She tries moving on him, but he grabs her nips, anchoring her against him. Y/N lets out a moan and he takes the opportunity to pop a grape in her mouth.

“Chew,” he orders.

Her jaw obeys on its own accord.

She swallows to say, “Alpha, please, I need more!”

“Yes you do need more grapes, little dove!” Rhysand coos, slipping two more in her mouth.

Y/N pouts, but chews and swallows all the same. She wiggles her nips, searching for some kind of friction; causing Rhys to pinch her thigh.

“Hey!” she exclaims. Rhysand stuff a small pice of bread in her open mouth.

“Be good,l little dove,”

Y/N swallows and licks the crumbs off her ips. Rhysand’s cock twiches in her. An idea pops in her head.

“Alpha, can I have some more grapes?” she asks innocently.

His brows shoot up.

“Of course, omega,”

Rhysand slips a grape through her lips, but she closes them before he withdowls his fingers. Rhys looks at Y/N curiously until starts gently sucking on his fingers. His eyes fill with lust and a growl bubbles up in his throat.

“Careful,” he advises, every syllable dripping with dominance.

Y/N releases his fingers with a ‘pop’, and bites down on the frappe. The sweet juices fill her mouth and she swallows.

“What do you mean?” she asks, again acting innocent.

Y/N leans forward so her nipples graze Rhs’s toned chest. She wraps her arms around his neck, allowing her fingers to graze his wings. He moans and jerks his hips up into her. Y/N’s head drops against his chest as hot sparks radiate through her.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you little dove?” he groans between his teeth as his cock shifts in her tight walls.

“Eating grapes?” she responds breathily, reaching for a grape and popping it in her mouth. The movement causes her to shift an inch off and back against his cock.

Rhysand’s hand grapes her hips with a near bruising grip.

“You’re making it really fucking hard to be a good mate right now,” Rhys groans against her neck. The area prickles, “Cause all I can think about now is all the very very bad, inappropriate things I want to do to you. And I can’t do all those things if you’re running on an empty stomach,”

“Your cock’s got me feeling pretty full though,” she whimpers, squeezing her tight walls around him.

“Caldron fucking boil me,” Rhys growls before snapping into action.

IN a flash, Y/N is flipped on her back with her knees flush against the sides of her chest. Rhys pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in, causing a moan to slip from her lips.

“There you go, little dove, is this what you wanted?” Rhysands pants, thrusting into her at a relentless speed.

Every drag of his cock inside her is like fire and light and night exploding, and all Y/N can do is nod, throwing her head back. Every drop of coyness drains from her body.

Rhysand takes the opportunity to connect his lips with her new mating bond. The mark of his fangs is a stark contrast against her flushed skin. Y/N writhes under him as he sucks the freshly injured skin between his lips.

“Oh, is that sensitive?” he rumbles against her skin. Y/N nods again, lacing her fingers through his hair.

Y/N’s chest rises off the bed as Rhys’ thumb makes contact with her throbbing clit.

“And that?”

“Fuckkk, gonna cum, Alpha,” Y/N mewls, her toes curling.

A hand glides across Y/N’s wing, and her world shatters. Stars explose in her vision and every cell and nerve in her body pulse and pound and light on fire.

Y/N can barely control her body and doesn’t know what to do with it at once in the intense pleasure. Her hand slides down and grasps onto Rhysand’s wings, tugging the feathers gently.

Rhysand’s shouts and moans of pleasure join hers as his hot cum fills Y/N. The overwhelmingly full, warm sensation shocks her as Rhysand’s knot swells into place. Her head falls to the side and her back arches off the mattress. Y/N is subconsciously aware of saying something, but has no control of her words as tears of pleasure glide down her cheeks.

“Holy fucking Mother, ‘s so good, so good oh my god, don’t stop, too much, so full! Fuck feels so good, caldron boil me, fuck you fill me so well, holy fuck feels so full!” Y/N writhes, tugging and twisting on the feathers of Rhysand’s wings.

Rhysand can feel another climax boiling even though his hips had stilled; his knot practically gluing him in place as his mate pulse and squeezes around him. Just the wing stimulation has him right on the edge.

He grazes his fingers back and forth across his mate’s wings, stimulating her in such a gentle yet instantly pleasurable way. Y/N squirms enough to rock the bed.

“So good, so good, can’t! Oh my Mother, too much!” Y/N babbles, pressing herself further into the mattress.

“I know, little dove, just one more time. Cum one more time for your mate. I’m gonna cum too, pump you so full of my pups you’ll hardly be able to walk,” Rys groans.

They had never talked about having children before, but in that moment, Rhysand has an uncontrollable need to keep his pretty mate knocked up, glowing, and dripping his cum for the rest of her life.

“One more time,” he repeats as he presses his thumb against the hypersensitive spot on her wing, simultaneously grinding into her as much as his swollen knot will allow.

“Rhysand!” Y/N screams as he fills her again. Night explodes through the room.

His load of cum fills her to the brim. It feels she’s about to burst as her climax hits her. Y/N’s vision blacks out and all she can feel is Rhysand’s hot cum.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, little dove,” Rhysand moans.

A night drenched breeze cools her sticky skin as the world comes back into reach. Her eyes flutter open to see Rhys panting above her.

“Wow,” she moans breathilly.

“Wow,” he repeats, smirking at her.

Y/N lets go of Rhysand’s wings as she realizes how tight she was gripping them.

“Fuck, are your wings okay? I didn’t know I was being so…”

“Rough? Don’t worry, I liked it, little dove,” Rhys chuckles, flipping them over so Y/N is resting on top of him. She collapses against him.

A whimper slips from her lips and Rhyand’s knot slips deepers inside of her.

“I know, baby,” Rhysand coos, “It’ll go down soon. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Y/N whispers.

“Good,” he repeats, gently rubbing her back.

Y/N’s eyes droop shut and she feels sleep calling as Rhys taps her gently. She hums in response.

“I think I found my new favorite snack,”

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remember-to-be-gentle · 4 months

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Inspired by this tumblr post by @hawnks

Subject: JJK, Satoru Gojo

Title: Hate Me Tomorrow (Omega!Gojo x GN Alpha!Reader)

Trigger Warning: Dub con, omega verse, scenting, size difference, biting/marking, obsessive/toxic behavior, self-hatred, knotting, knot riding, begging, heat/mating cycles, grinding

The sweet, musky scent of Gojo's cologne and sweat enveloped you. Even the giant stuffed beta fish you were snuggling had no scent but his. His pillow fort was surprisingly spacious, granted, Gojo was nearly twice your size so there was a lot of him to fit. But being in here with him was nearly suffocating, and not just because of the light whiffs of omega scent rolling off of him or because he'd practically ripped off your jacket to snuggle into.

He'd called you suddenly, saying that he needed to spend time with someone. It made sense. Geto just died and there were only so many people who were willing to pick up the phone for Gojo, and even fewer he'd actually call. Especially when it was a secret he was an omega, pretending to be an alpha and you were an alpha pretending to be a beta.

The two of you were decent friends, hanging out after teaching at Jujutsu Tech for a drink or a quick round of gossip. He was one of the few people who knew you were an alpha and he an omega, an unusual kinship formed but it was never anything more. More importantly, you knew about his relationship with Geto. You couldn't say no.

Which was why your thigh was snug against his, smartphone balanced on your knee, his favorite plushie shoved into your arms. His head on your shoulder breathes fast but not uneven. It seemed like he was trying not to cry. Poor guy. The winter fashion review didn't seem to be helping him calm down at all. Nor any work gossip. You wanted to stay and help, but it was getting late. If he really wanted to, he could just pin you down, sometimes that thought scared you.

Gojo curled onto his side, struggling closer to you, your jacket wrapped in his hands like a security blanket.

It felt wrong to leave, but you needed to take care of yourself, too. "Hey, bud, I need to get going. Are you going to be alright by yourself?"

Gojo buried his face in your neck, silent. He leaned his weight into you, just enough to make it clear he didn't want to be alone.

Fuck. "I'm sorry. I'll come first thing tomorrow. We'll call out from work and go to the city or--"

His teeth scraped your neck. Possessive, dominant. Alpha behavior. Before you knew what was happening, he was ripping off your scent suppressor, inhaling like he hadn't been breathing for hours. Alpha pheromones leaked from your skin, invading your nose. "Gojo?"

Your stomach turned as your instincts awakened, the need to comfort an omega struggling with your own needs for autonomy. Your fingers dug into the beta fish plushie, filled with his scent.

He reached for his own scent blocker and you suddenly realized what was going on. With his neck practically right under your nose, his omega scent was free. And not just that, he was going into heat. The pillow fort was a nest and this was a trap. Gojo was primed to breed and he was going to use you to fuck away his pain. "This isn't healthy, Gojo, listen to me!"

But his patch was already off and the omega scent of him in your lungs, filling you, lighting every nerve on fire. Your cock swelled under your clothes, reacting to his breedable scent with vigor.

Gently, Gojo took the plush and pushed you onto your back, yanking off his pants as his pale face filled with color. His bandages were already slipping, the iridescent shine of his six eyes laser-focused on the swelling at your crotch. He crawled on top of you, already tugging off his shirt. "Just for today, please." He panted, his thin but muscular chest heaving as if just sitting here breathing was a near-impossible task.

His weight lowered onto your cock and you gasped, feeling his wetness through your clothes. His heat was so pleasant, feverish but warm, empty, and yearning. Blood pulsed lower and you gulped.

Slowly, Gojo rocked back and forth, moaning loudly each time your shaft met his clit. His back arched, nipples swollen and pink, and standing at attention. "Please," he begged. "Just me just for tonight. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please, ah, Y/N. Please, I wanna cum. Let me have it inside me."

It was getting harder and harder to think straight. He felt so good, the need to fill him up, let him fuck himself stupid on your cock growing. It would be better if you let him, a voice whispered. Another said, it's what you were made for. Just let him.

"Gojo," you gasped. You reached for him, tried to make him stop so you could think, but his fingers intertwined with yours and he was moving faster now, his breathy moans coming faster. His skin was so soft and warm, filling you with his heat until you thought you might burst. Blood pulsed in your cock, his pussy was sucking at you through your clothing. He wanted you so badly. You wanted... What did you want to do again? You had to leave but why?

"Y/N, I'm cumming." His hips rocked faster, tummy rolling with downy white hair covered in sparkling slick. "I'm cumming on your alpha cock." He let go of your hands to lay across your stomach, his head buried in your neck to take in your scent, his own making your head spin as pleasure threatened to burst out of your cock. His teeth met your skin, nibbling and biting gently then hard enough to bruise until he let out a long, throaty groan as he came.

Instantly, your clothes were soaked, his hot slick smothered on your member. If you weren't fully erect before, you were now.

Still panting, Gojo lifted himself up just enough to tug your cock free from your clothing. He didn't wait, spreading his pussy with his fingers as he sank down on your tip. Slick gushed down your shaft as he cried out, swallowing your swollen head into his heat. You bit back a groan, fingers digging into the blankets making up the fort.

"You feel so big," Gojo moaned. "So good. I've only done this with Geto, so I'm going to have to start slow." He sank a little further, impossibly tight and hot and wet. "Feels so good," he huffed, rolling his hips and finally, sinking all the way down your shaft.

Your knot throbbed, seeming to sense that an omega was speared on your length.

Gojo humped himself on your cock, needy moans slipping from his mouth each time his hips met yours. "Feels so good, Y/N. I've only felt Geto like this before."

Before you could respond he pulled back to his full height, six eyes glowing in the warm darkness of the pillow fort. He spread his lower lips as he lifted himself up, clear slick drooling from his hole. His pretty, pink, clit a shining pearl at the apex of his thighs. "You did this to me. Look how wet you made me." Slowly, Gojo slid back down, pushing the head of your cock against his cervix. Again, he kept himself exposed and rose up, only to slurp your length right back down to the knot, aiming this time higher, into something spongy and mouth-wateringly soft.

"G-Gojo, I know you miss him but you can't--"

He raised himself up and dropped down, knocking a groan from you both. "I think about him a lot," Gojo panted. "About how empty he left me. In my soul. In my body. So please, let me fix one of those. Just for now. It's okay if you hate me, but I need you now more than I've needed anyone."

Gojo whined, flushed and excited. "Right there." He slammed back down on you with a stomach-churning squelch right into that soft sweet spot. "So good." He was riding you now, using you like a dildo to get himself off, his delicate fingers rolling his clit in circles. You couldn't take your eyes off him. "I want you to cum inside me, okay? Fill me up with your seed. Help me feel less empty."

Pleasure gathered deep inside you, begging to come out as your knot swelled. Shit. You shouldn't. He was your coworker, your friend. But omegas needed alpha seed, he needed reprieve from his heat and you were the only one he could call--because the person he really wanted was dead.

That thought shattered your high, grounding you back in the moment. "Gojo, I know you're still mourning Geto, but this isn't healthy for you."

Gojo settled on your stomach, chest heaving. His hands snuck under your shirt, impossibly soft and warm in your skin. Your cock twitched inside him, wanting him to squeeze and milk you dry but that wasn't what a good friend would let him do.

"I killed him, you know." His hands curled into fists by your hips. "He left me after taking my virginity and when he came back, I killed him on Christmas Eve because he didn't give me another choice. I'm awful, aren't I? Shoko hates me. She won't say it but I know she does. I hate me, too." The blue of his eyes shone as tears gathered, threatening to fall down his red flushed cheeks.

"Shoko doesn't hate you." You said soothingly. You sat up, so much smaller than him, and ran your hands through his hair. "It was an impossible situation, we all think you did the right thing. We--"

He didn't let you finish your thought. Gojo grabbed you by your shirt and slammed his mouth onto yours, his tongue filling you as if he could make you swallow every hateful thing he'd ever thought about himself. "If you don't hate me," he breathed against your lips, his spit wet and warm as it dribbled down your chin, "then cum inside me." He rolled his hips, reigniting the electric pleasure in your core. "Please. You can hate me tomorrow, but right now, I can't let you go."

The pulsing softness of his pussy contracted, squeezing you so tightly you thought you might burst. You gasped for breath when Gojo released you and then did it again. You wanted to move. You wanted to stop. You wanted...

Gojo pulled down the front of your shirt, rolling his hips roughly, chasing his end against your cock. He bit your chest, hard enough to bruise, marking you like an alpha. And that was enough to come undone.

You exploded inside of him, eyes rolling back as your core emptied against his sweet spot. Your hips rolled up into his and you shivered as you felt your knot pop into his pussy, slick sliding down your thighs and onto the blankets.

You struggled to breathe as Gojo laid himself on top of you, breathing fast. He rocked his hips against your knot, already trying to drag another orgasm out of himself. His arms slid under your back, pulling your chest to his. "You're all I have now, Y/N," he whispered, "so please, don't leave.”

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jakes3resin · 19 days

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drop the bucky brady snippet 🙏🏽🙏🏽

Okay, but when I said it was going to be angst I meant it lol. Here there be Bucky Whump sorry gang (am I sorry? Maybe). This is from A/B/O fic's England Arc, and I guess you can tell which mission it's after.

Brady finds him on the wing of Buck's fort later that night. The plane is in pieces, but the wings can still take Bucky's weight. This far from the other men, Bucky can stew as much as he wants, be as selfish in his grief as he wants. Brady doesn't say anything, just sits down next to him to stare out into the sand.

Bucky can feel how Brady's scent tries to wrap around him, a blanket of comfort and care, and he'd be grateful if he wasn't so filled with grief and guilt. For as much as he'd tried to put on a brave face for Gale and the others, the grief is so thick he can barely breathe.

Curt's gone. He's gone.

He doesn't even know where Curt went down. No one was able to put it in the logs. Wasn't that the kicker? Bucky had been so focused on Gale, checking on him, making sure he was there. He forgot about Curt. He doesn't know how he's going to go forward. Curt had been there for him, had listened to him about everything he kept hidden. Now Bucky couldn't even say where he'd lost his best friend.

What's he supposed to do now?

Brady bumps their shoulders together. Bucky can feel how Brady's scent is still trying to combat the grief clogging Bucky's own, and he shakes himself. He needs to get back up. He's not the only one to lose someone today. He needs to be there for the pack. He has to take care of them.

When Bucky goes to stand, his vision flickers in and out, like a bad radio connection. He shakes his head trying to clear it, but it doesn't do much beyond make him dizzy.

"Bucky?" Brady's voice sounds distant which is odd. Bucky was sure the other was right next to him just a moment ago. "Bucky, you alright?"

"I'm," Bucky pauses breathing through a sudden bought of nausea. He opens his eyes trying to make out Brady's blurry figure. He hears Gale shout his name from somewhere below. "I'm fine."

He takes a single stumbling step forward, but hands stop him before he can tumble off the wing. The movement brings back the nausea.

"Like hell you are!" Brady barks still sounding so far away. Bucky thinks he hears more people shouting, but when he closes his eyes, he can't open them again. He thinks he hears Brady screaming, but he can't make out the words.

#mota #masters of the air #john bucky egan #john brady #a/b/o fic #asks #so in my a/b/o fic brady is an omega just being so clear #I've got another snippet i may drop later of post heat bucky being so in love with buck but I've gotta do some other writing first #john egan #bucky egan #gale cleven #curtis biddick #buck x bucky #I'm tagging that because this belongs to a fic about that and i need it for organization

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f1amboyant · 5 months

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The worst Alpha

One step inside the gym and he suddenly realizes his mistake. The sweet sweet scent of Omega, of Carlos, fills his lungs and all Charles’ blood runs south. He stumbles inside the room, dizzy with want and omegaomegaomega. His eyes jump to each corner, from equipment to equipment until he finds him. And hmm, yeah. Fuck. Charles cannot think straight.

OR: Carlos is in heat and goes to Charles. Charles who is a very eager but also very very inexperienced Alpha. This is going to be a disaster.

explicit ~ 11k ~ a/b/o, heat, first time, pining, smut, light angst

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merakiui · 1 year

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MERA OML U WONT BELIEVE WHAT MY IMAGINATION DO TO ME—

YAN!BUTLER OCTA TRIO.

PLS PLS PLS IMAGINE OMLLL THEM ON BUTLER SUIT IS SO OFENDOSKDKDDKDNE

he’s your personal butler, whenever you go and he followed you, he served you nicely, and waking you up for duties just like a husband waking up his wife softly in the morning—but he can be the filthiest behind that nice gentleman mask.

NAHH I CAN IMAGINE THEY ACTUALLY HELPING YOU AND RAVISHED YOU WHERE YOUR BODY GOT SO ADDICTED AND CANT GET ENOUGH OF HIM FISNDIDJDI

OMG YES OTL

I feel like I must make the obligatory Jade is one hell of a butler joke, but it's true!!! He's so responsible, always following his schedule, never late by a second and never too early either. He wakes you up at the same time each morning, smiling so adoringly when you throw a pillow at him and beg for a few more minutes wrapped in the comforts of the fluffy duvet. He stands at your bedside, looming like a sentinel, and will wait the few minutes you've requested. Everything is so orderly and tidy under his watchful eye. He's the head butler for a reason, after all. He is always so polite, never overstepping his boundaries, but he certainly toes the line, especially when he's hit with a particular bout of envy. It's usually when suitors come looking for your hand in marriage. Most just want your fortune; they could never truly love you like he does, and late into midnight he'll show you just how much he treasures you.

Azul is also very responsible and respectful. He's ambitious for a butler, always wanting to do better and better so you will continue to praise him. He probably fits into the trope of servant who grew up alongside the aristocrat, thus making both childhood friends, and since his youth he's always admired you from afar. He devoted so much of his time and efforts to learning the ways of servitude so that when he was finally old enough to officially serve as your personal butler he would be absolutely perfect. He's charming, too. Has quite the silver tongue on him. Every word that falls from his mouth is like honey, so sweet and charismatic. He does everything without uttering a single complaint, always offering you his trademark smirk-grin. But you shouldn't be so trusting of him. The same loyal butler who ensures you always have a fresh vase of flowers at your bedside, who memorizes all of your preferences, who helps you get ready in the morning, is the same butler who may have mixed his cum into your food or served you an octopus dish that may have been made using one of his tentacles. :) don't question things; just let him serve you as he always does.

For all of his untamed capriciousness, Floyd is a wonderful butler. He's an excellent cook, too. All of your meals are prepared by his diligent hands, and he loves cooking for you, so much that he often makes too much food. Floyd likes it when you give him tasks and orders because it's something special you're entrusting him with. He serves you because he wants to, not because it's an obligation, and you treat him in the same friendly casual manner he treats you. He has the best Shrimpy in the world. You're so caring and understanding. You let him get away with his mischief because he's your dear, devoted butler. Although this is probably because he knows just how to touch you to have you coming undone, and you've gotten a little too accustomed to anticipating sex with him. He makes it his mission to take you in every room in your estate, on every surface, in every position. Even the outdoors is not safe from your lustful trysts. Floyd scares away all of your potential suitors (he's probably killed a few, too, or he's come awfully close), so it's just you and him. He's all you really need; you seem to echo this sentiment when he's buried so deeply inside you and you're clawing at his back, numb to rationality, slurring incoherent things. He likes articulate Shrimpy, but he also likes dumb, cock-drunk Shrimpy, too. Good thing he gets to experience both!

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #thinking about butler octavinelle in an omegaverse au #they're all alphas and you're their omega master #omg maybe you're hard on them at times and you never flinch in the presence of so many alphas who could very easily subdue you #but then your heat hits you and oh does that change the trajectory of your relationship with them #or maybe it's that trope in which an omega grows up believing they're an alpha #until years later when their very delayed heat catches up to them #or it's the presence of an alpha that pushes them into their first truly insatiable heat >:)

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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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spock-smokes-weed · 3 months

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I wanted to write just pure smut. but the more I think about "zoro and sanji try for another baby" the more I want to make it mushy and a little angsty

Zoro is my favorite because he's a character who revolves around strength and using that strength to carry the crew, so opening himself up to something as sentimental and soft as getting pregnant again, he becomes raw with a lot of emotions rushing to the surface.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #zosan #a/b/o #i have so many ideas #too many #i haven't even finished the first 'one shot' lmao #but i think a lot about omega zoro and how that conflicts with his strength #and him being overwhelmed by his omega hormones and doesn't know how to communicate that cus he doesn't want to be seen as weak #he doesn't want to come out and say he's struggling cus he SHOULD be able to handle on it's own #but bottles it all up so bad he has an anxiety attack when his heat starts and sanji has to help talk him through it #then they have very tender and emotional sex

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sparkchemy · 1 year

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Not me being touch-starved and projecting onto my blorbos... 🥲

Heero and Duo scenting Wufei, for people who asked for more of my A/B/O AU. I see you and I love you. 💗

#gundam wing #1x2x5 #heero x duo x wufei #arttag #leaving some headcanons in the tags for the curious ones #heero is an alpha but also asexual and neurodivergent which causes a LOT of misunderstandings and angst early on #wufei hates being an omega and rejects his instincts to the point of making himself sick on more that one occasion #but he's also imprinted on heero as his alpha during his first heat and doesn't understand why heero doesn't want him #in comes lonely and clingy beta!Duo who's always been second best and selfishly decides that he wants both of these idiots for himself #if only the other two get their heads out of their asses for 2 seconds...#and you get the general idea #quatre and trowa are also in this au #quatre is a reluctant alpha and trowa is an omega who's very good at hiding it #until he loses his memory because of quatre and well...#I love angst ok

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hyuge · 4 months

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Desire

Chigiri inhaled deeply, his nose pressed against Kunigami’s scent gland. His eyes darkened as the clear sign of arousal began to fill the room. It was easy for him to distinguish despite the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke that surrounded them. “You’re in heat,” he said, with no room for argument.

“I’m not.” Kunigami leaned away, pressing his hand to Chigiri’s chest to put distance between them.

“You are,” repeated Chigiri. “I thought you were an alpha.”

Kunigami chewed on his bottom lip and withdrew his hand. “I never said that.”

It was true, he hadn’t. It was easy to assume someone as large and muscular as Kunigami was an alpha. He had all the makings of one, unlike Chigiri who was small and lean. They both seemed to defy the stereotypes of their secondary genders.

Someone in the neighboring booth turned their head. Their eyes were dark with lust and drool was dripping down their chin. Chigiri shook his head and grabbed Kunigami by the wrist. “Come with me.”

Kunigami didn’t budge. Damn his large stature. Chigiri tightened his grip on Kunigami’s wrist. “Come with me, now.” He didn’t like to give commands, but he needed to get Kunigami out of the bar before one of the other knot-heads decided to pick a fight with him.

Having no choice but to obey, Kunigami stood up. His legs trembled as he did so. Chigiri wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him. He threw a handful of yen onto the table, likely more than the cost of their drinks, then helped walk Kunigami out of the bar.

“I can get home on my own,” said Kunigami.

Chigiri cocked a brow. “You’re already sweating, and your scent has grown stronger in the last two minutes.”

“That’s because—” Kunigami shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

Chigiri didn’t believe that for a damn second. He was having a hard enough time standing on the street corner with Kunigami pressed against his side. His instincts were screaming to drag him away where no one could find him and claim him. He was not going to risk someone else getting to Kunigami.

“I will take you home,” he insisted.

Chigiri waved his hand at one of the cabs that sat idling along the street. The area was popular for nightlife, so the cabbies were always parked waiting for someone that needed a lift. There was a decal on the outside of the passenger door that represented the driver being a beta. Perfect. Someone that couldn’t smell Kunigami. Chigiri opened the door to the backseat and ushered Kunigami inside. Sweat dripped off his brow as Chigiri buckled him in. His face was flushed, and he squirmed in his seat. “We’ll be home soon,” Chigiri reassured him.

The drive to Kunigami’s apartment was torture. It took all Chigiri’s willpower not to devour him on the ride over. The second they were out of the cab and making their way to Kunigami’s front door, Chigiri was on him. It was all hands and clashing teeth. A shiver ran down Kunigami’s spine as Chigiri licked his pulse point. Chigiri’s heart raced, and blood pounded in his ears as his tongue ran along the curve of Kunigami’s neck. Chigiri felt him, tasted him, and it was thrilling. He was going to fully enjoy the meal before him.

Chigiri sent up a silent prayer, thankful to learn he could tie himself to Kunigami forever.

A gift for @theinsanefox.

You can also read it on AO3.

#bllk #blue lock #kunigiri #kunigami rensuke #chigiri hyoma #fanfiction #fanfic #aged up characters #alternate universe #omegaverse #alpha chigiri #omega kunigami #pining #heat cycles #getting together #first kiss #12 Days of Ficmas

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strawberrystepmom · 8 months

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Kendall….. I need to know more about omegaverse AU…

satoru and suguru are the established bonded pair and then they meet me, unbonded omega, unexpectedly and they both Know immediately that it has to be the three of us. it’s a little dark a little yan a little obsessive but it suits us all pretty well 😋

#kendy says #cw omegaverse #in this au I’ve been ignoring the needs of an omega by taking suppressants and just pretending it isn’t happening #but i meet suguru by chance at the grocery store and i skipped a suppressant dosage bc I forgot and he’s like jfc who IS this?????#bc in this au in my twisted mind the first heat after you’ve been suppressing them hits like a fucking train #and he doesn’t like outright ask if i am with someone he just looks at my grocery cart and knows I am #(evil man)#and he comes to the grocery store every day for a week to see me again and I look worse the second time #bc heat is coming #it’s a whole thing

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littlemissomega · 8 months

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Malyshka

alpha!Wanda x omega!reader

Summary: Y/N joins the Avengers thinking she’ll be able to hide being an omega. Wanda bursts her bubble.

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, mating, biting, penetration, omega heat, fingering, knotting, pet names (malyshka, baby, luv, luvie), Bucky’s an asshole, a kinda maybe spark better Bucky (I can’t write fight scene without banter), scenting, scent blockers

Sorry if I forgot anything

Author’s note: This request for this was so sweet! I finally made myself sit down and finish this over the weekend :) I also marked where the smut starts if that's what you're here for

Edit: Just realized I posted this the first time with 'Emily' instead of 'Y/N'. I write my fics with a different name for the reader cause it flows easier with I brain, I just forgot to change it later. Please ignore 🤦🏻‍♀️

“Okay, everyone, this is Y/N! She’ll be joining the Avengers,” Tony voices.

Y/N fiddles with her bracelet as she gives the group of strangers a small smile. The overwhelming scent of alphas smacks her in the face, making her feel shyer than normal. She prays her scent suppressants and beta scent perfume are strong enough.

“Who decided that?” a brown haired man asks.

“I did. And I think you all will agree when you see what she can do,” Tony responds.

“It would have been nice to be consulted right, though,” a blond man points out.

“Well, I do bank roll this team, so…”

Y/N’s cheeks flush as the good discuss her like she didn’t there.

“Guy, don’t be rude! Ignore them. I’m Natasha,” the red haired woman smiles, “That’s Bucky, and that’s Steve. Steve is only agreeing with him because he wants to get laid later,’ “Hey now, ‘Tasha!” Steve laughs.

Natasha shrugs at him with a smirk.

“That’s Clint,” a man dressed in all black waves at her, “And that’s Thor,” Natasha finishes, pointing at a man with long hair.

“Nice to meet you guys,” Y/N smiles, finally finding her voice and feeling awkward and meek around the group.

“Am I the only one who wants to see what the little lady can do?” Thor asks.

“I agree,” Bucky nods.

“Okay! I guess she can spare you, Buck. Show you guys what she can do,” Tony smirks.

“Gladly,” Bucky smirks back, shrugging off his jacket.

Y/N ties her hair up and pushes her sleeves up, trying to compose herself.

I can do this! Mr. Stark believes in me, so it can’t be that hard!

“Here’s the rooms; No cheap shots. We’re all big kids here. No weapons. If the other person says ‘yield’, you win and everyone stops. If the other person is pinned or down for 30 seconds or more, then the other wins. And don’t kill each other,” Tony explains.

“Remember that word, beta,” Bucky voices, getting in a fighting stance.

Y/N ignores his taunts, focusing on the energy bubbling up in her core. She imagines it spreading through her body and resting under the skin of her hands. Her hands start glowing with lavender purple energy, and Bucky’s cocky expression cracks for a second.

“Begin,” Tony announces, leading against the wall.

Bucky lunges forward, but doesn’t get far before a stream of glowing lavender energy shots from Y/N’s hands; wrapping around Bucky’s foot and pulling him to the ground. He lands with a grunt but doesn’t stay down long. Natasha’s laugh rings through the room.

“A little warning would have been nice, Tony!” Bucky calls as he swings his metal arm back to punch her.

Y/N’s glowing hand makes a shape like she caught his fist (she’s not actually touching him), and his hand stops. Her eyes start glowing a faint purple as she turns her hand to the side, and Bucky’s arm goes with it. He lands on his back. A frustrated groan slips from his lips, causing the corners of Y/N’s to go up.

Bucky rolls to his feet and jumps forward. Right before he grabs her, Y/N teleports to the other side of the room. He stumbles forward, but regains his balance.

“The f-”

He starts towards her again, and Y/N’s wills the water in a cup to the side to rise, turning into a disk of ice. It shoots towards Bucky, but he catches it with his metal hand and throws it back at her. The ice evaporates before it reaches her.

“Okay, no more magic, kid. Why don’t you level the playing field and beat me fair and square?” Bucky asks as he lunges toward again, panting slightly. Y/N side steps him and teleports behind him. She kicks him square in the back, causing him to go down.

“And why would I do that? I’m just using my resources wisely!” Y/N points out.

“Oh, so you don’t think you can beat me without your little party tricks! That’s okay, not everyone is strong enough,” Bucky eggs her on.

“You’re kinda an asshole, you know that?” Y/N shoots back, “How ‘bout this; I don’t use magic for 60 seconds. Give you a little head start. If you can beat me in that time, then great. If you can’t…”

“Deal,” he growls, kicking his leg out and sweeping her feet out from under her.

Y/N tumbles to the ground, landing hard on her ass. Bucky pins her to the ground, but she elbows him in the nose, causing his grip to loosen enough for her to slip away. She makes it to her feet before he makes his next attack. He swings a punch at her, but she douges it, dunking under his arm and elbowing his side. Bucky lets out another growl and Y/N shivers.

“You scared, beta?” Bucky chuckles.

“No, I’m just getting a little cold from how little I have to work! And my name’s Y/N,”

Bucky wraps a hand around Y/N’s throat, and she tucks her chin while bringing her other arm around and breaking his grip. She grabs his arm and spins him around, putting him in a choke hold. Bucky’s hands fly up; trying and failing to break her grip around his neck. Y/N wraps his legs around her waist to stabilize herself as Bucky starts slamming her into the wall. She lets out a grunt as the air leaves her lungs.

“You smell…sweet?” Bucky points out, his voice muffled from his lack of air.

Shit, Y/N thinks. She realizes she’s started to sweat, which must be causing the scent blocker to wear off faster.

“I think you’re hallucinating, Barnes,” Y/N huffs as he slams her into the wall again, “And, your time’s up,”

Y/N teleports away right as Bucky slams against the wall again, causing him to take all of the blow. She kicks him in the stomach and he crumbles against the wall. Purple bands of light wrap around him, pinning him down. He struggles against them, but they don’t break.

“And.. Y/N wins!” Tony announces as the 30 seconds is up. The bands of light disappear immediately, and Bucky stumbles to his feet.

“Good match,” Y/N smiles, sticking her hand out to shake Bucky’s.

Bucky begrudgingly shakes her hands. Y/N thinks he’s being a good sport until he jerks her forward, dipping his nose down so it brushes the scent gland on her neck. Y/N gasps and stumbles back.

“Interesting,” Bucky chuckles softly.

“Did you just fucking scent me??” Y/N asks, shocked.

“Whoa, that’s too far, Bucky!” Natasha scolds, shoving Bucky.

“Sorry, sorry!” Bucky responds, the smirk not leaving his face.

“Are you okay?” Natasha asks.

“Yeah! Yeah..it’s whatever,”

“He’s just grumpy cause he lost and wanted a reaction. That was pretty badass though, newbie!”

“I agree! That was hardcore!” Thor laughs, slapping Y/N on the back. Y/N jolts forward a little, but laughs it off.

“Hey, has anyone seen Wanda today?” Steve asks. He’s holding hands with a still slightly fuming Bucky.

“I’m right here!” a voice calls from the door.

Y/N turns to see a beautiful woman with dark ginger hair that falls in soft waves and blue gray eyes. She’s dressed in red and black leather, and Y/N struggles to keep her eyes on the woman’s face instead of the curve of her breasts. Her scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon hits Y/N like a freight train, causing a whole different heat to grow in her core. She can feel her own scent growing stronger.

“Hey, Wanda! You missed the show!” Natasha laughs.

“Did I?” Wanda asks, looking at Y/N, “What’s your name, malyshka (babygirl)?”

Y/N opens her mouth, but no words come out. Natasha quickly covers for her.

“This is Y/N! She’s joining the Avengers and she just kicked Bucky’s ass!”

Wanda’s eyes don’t leave Y/N, causing her to squirm a little. Y/N pulls out her phone, and looks at it, pretending to see a notification.

“Oh, I have a missed call, so I need to go call them back! But it was nice meeting y’all!”

Bucky smirks and gives Y/N a knowing look as she runs from the room. She fainting hears the other calling bye.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Y/N mumbles as she slams her bedroom door shut, rummaging through her stuff for her scent suppressant. She swallows two of them dry, then douses herself in the beta scent perfume.

Flopping down face first on the bed, Y/N reminds herself that joining the Avengers is a good thing. Her stupid omega pheromones just need to get their shit together. And Bucky keeps his stupid mouth shut.

Two weeks pass, and Y/N starts to settle into her new life. She trains with Natasha and Steve during the day, and they go on missions. She and Bucky continue to bully each other and have ‘friendly’ competitions. And Wanda. Oh Wanda.

Wanda has been so kind to Y/N, showing her around the compound and taking every chance to talk with her. But she also takes every chance to touch her. From putting a hand on Y/N’s shoulder when passing to letting their legs touch on the couch, Wanda has taken every chance. And Y/N hasn’t minded. Not at all.

Y/N hates how shy she gets around Wanda, and the almost gravitational pull she feels to her.

A knock on the door snaps Y/N from her thoughts.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Natasha asks through the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” Y/N voices, rolling over.

“Okay! Well, dinner’s ready! You hungry?”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second!” Y/N responds, glad to be included in the group.

Y/N quickly takes her hair out of the ponytail, fluffing the top of it. When she opens the door, Natasha is waiting for her. She smells of fresh sheets and leather polish. She’s an alpha, but her scent isn’t as overwhelming as most.

“What’s for dinner?” Y/N asks as they enter the kitchen.

“Chicken noodle soup!” Wanda responds, “How’d your call go?”

Gods she looks so pretty

“I-It was good! Just a friend,” Y/N voices, nervousness pooling in her stomach.

As they make bowls, Y/N realizes Bucky and Steve are missing.

“Where are the others?” She asks, carrying her bowl to the table.

“Oh, I heard Bucky and Steve arguing earlier, so they’re probably fucking by now,” Natasha laughs.

“My room is next to theirs, and you wouldn’t believe the things I’ve heard,” Tony voices, “Haven’t had a good night’s sleep since they mated,”

Y/N blushes, staring at her bowl. It’s always amazed her how some people are so open about sex. She picks up her spoon and takes a bite of the soup, almost moaning as it hits her taste buds.

“You like the soup, malyshka?” Wanda asks with a grin, sitting down next to her.

“Yeah!” Y/N nods, swallowing, “It’s really good,”

“I’m glad you think so,”

“Sorry, what does malyshka mean? Is it a different language?” Y/N asks. Wanda has taken to using the nickname with Y/N, and she had never asked what it ment.

“It’s Russian for babygirl,” Natasha explains with a small, knowing smile.

“Oh,”

That’s all Y/N can say as her face turns bright red. She coughs a little and takes a gulp of her water. Wanda’s shoe brushes against her calf.

“Don’t choke, princess!” Wanda chuckles.

Princess? Babygirl? This woman is going to be the death of me.

Y/N sets her cups down and focuses on eating without embarrassing herself. Halfway through, Steve and Bucky show up. Steve is limping significantly.

“Nice of you to join us,” Tony snickers.

“Shut up, Stark,” Bucky responds with a chuckle, “You’re just jealous you’re not getting any cause Pepper’s on a business trip,”

Y/N grimaces as pain shoots through her abdomen and lower back. She grips her spoon harder; her knuckles turning white. Natasha taps her foot under the table and mouths ‘You okay?’ at her. Y/N nods, relaxing her grip on the spoon even as the pain continues. The intense need to bury her face in Wanda’s chest and sit in her lap fills her.

It doesn’t help that every breath she takes is overwhelmed by Wanda’s rich scent.

Is she doing that on purpose? Y/N wonders. She can feel herself starting to sweat and takes a sip of water.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Steve asks, sounding genuinely worried.

“Yeah! O-of course!” Y/N responds, trying to sound normal.

“You look pretty flushed. Are you warm?”

Steve you’re very sweet, but please shut the fuck up. Y/N begs in her heat.

“A little! It’s just the soup. I think I’m actually gonna turn in for the night,” Y/N decides, grabbing her bowl to put in the sink. Wanda stops her.

“I can get that!” Wanda voices.

“No, that’s okay! I can-”

“Leave the bowl, malyshka,” Wanda voices, dominance seeping into her voice.

Y/N sets the bowl down and rushes up the stairs.

“What’s up with her?” she hears Tony ask.

“I wouldn’t bother her for the next week,” Bucky responds, sounding arrogant and almost condescending.

“Why not?” Natasha asks.

Y/N doesn’t wait to hear Bucky’s response. She quietly closes her bedroom door and uses the lavender light to create a barrier around the room. Now, no one will be able to scent her or hear her.

She stumbles over to her desk and opens her computer, looking at her heat calendar. It isn’t supposed to come for another 2 weeks!

“Go awayyyy,” Y/N whines as the cramps continue and a different type of need fills her. She changes into a soft, silk shorts and tank top set before climbing into bed. She nuzzles her face into the only blanket she brought from home.

Y/N tosses and turns for hours, kicking off the blankets as her body temperature goes up. A fine layer of sweat settles on her skin and pain shoots through her. She can feel herself growing wetter, and her mind keeps straying to how bad she wants to be knotted.

—--Spice starts here—----

She tries resisting, but she can’t help but kick off the shorts and slip her hand in her underwear. Y/N dips a finger in her dripping hole and moans. She drags the finger up to that hypersensitive bundle of nerves as draws gentle circles on it. Her moans float through the room.

A knock at the door causes Y/N to groan.

“Y/N, are you in there?” Wanda asks through the door.

Her brain is too foggy to form words.

“Y/N, open the door right now,” Wanda orders. Y/N whimpers at the dominance in her tone.

The door burst open before closing again. Y/N turns her head to see Wanda standing there, eyes and hands glowing a faint red color. Her scent is intoxicating. She’s wearing a cropped tank top and a pair of low rise pajama pants. The large bulge at her crotch is unmistakable.

“Oh baby. Did you get your heat?” Wanda croons.

Y/N nods, burying her face in the blankets. She jolts in pain as another cramp rips through her and rubs another circle on her clit, hoping to help ease the pain.

“Y-you should go Wa-Wanda! It’s not appropriate,” Y/N struggles to say, finally pulling her hand from her underwear.

“But you don’t really want me to do that, do you?” Wanda asks, her voice getting closer.

Y/N looks up to see Wanda right next to the bed. She sits down and lowers her face closer to hers. Wanda gently grabs her china and forces her to make eye contact. Y/N whimpers and her core throbs.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, malyshka. And I know you feel it. The bond. Begging for us to solidify it. You’re my mate, and you know it,” Wanda voices, grabbing her hand and bringing it to her mouth.

“W-what?” Y/N stutters.

Wanda eases Y/N’s slick covered finger into her mouth and sucks gently. Y/N and Wanda moan as she releases it with a pop

“Awww, you’re such a dumb baby omega! Thought you could pretend to be a beta and everything!” she brushes a stand of hair from Y/N’s face condescending, “No, you’re my mate and I’ve known from the second I saw you,”

Her eyes go wide as Wanda dips her head down and brushes her nose against Y/N’s scent glades. A small growl slips from Wanda’s lips and every hair on Y/N’s body stands up, causing her to whine.

“I’m going to burn whatever fake scent you use. And it you ever take a fucking scent blocker again, I’ll spank your pretty ass ‘til you can’t sit right for a month,” Wanda growls.

“Y-yes ma’am! I’m sor-sorry!” Y/N squeaks.

“You will be,”

Y/N lets out a shriek as Wanda picks her up and throws her over her shoulder.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Y/N asks, her tone sounding meek.

“Going to wash off that fucking beta scent! I wanna smell your scent when I pump you full with my pups,”

“Mommyyy,” Y/N moans, her grip tightening on Wanda’s shoulders.

The tile in the bathroom is cold against Y/N’s bare feet. Wanda presses her against the wall; her lips a breath away from Y/N’s.

“I’m trying so hard to restrain myself, because I wanna fuck you for the first time in a bed, but you’re making it really hard, malyshka,” Wanda whispers, her lips dipping to hover over the scent glad on Y/N’s neck.

Y/N lets out a breathy moan; squeezing her thighs together as Wanda’s nose nuzzles against her scent gland.

“Your scent is finally pecking through those damned scent blockers,” Wanda voices, “Now let’s wash the rest off,”

The cool air chills Y/N’s skin as Wanda pulls the shirt off her, leaving her bare. Her nipples pebble into stiff peaks and the shorts quickly follow the shirt to its place on the ground. Y/N wants to touch her so bad, but doesn’t want to anger her. Wanda’s eyes don’t leave her as she turns the shower on.

“Listen carefully,” Wanda turns her fingers up Y/N’s arms, barely touching them, “You’re gonna get in the shower and get nice and clean, and I’m gonna go get a few things. You aren’t gonna touch yourself of put on any more scent blockers, then you’re going to dry off and go wait in bed,”

“Do-Don’t want you to leave,” Y/N pouts, practically shaking with need.

Wanda gently rubs her thumb over Y/N’s bottom lip before connecting them with hers. Y/N melts into the kiss; hands coming up to brace herself on Wanda’s shoulder. She whines when Wanda pulls away.

“I’ll be right back. Be a good little omega and do as your told,”

Wanda leaves the door cracked behind her and Y/N lets in a shaky breath from getting the shower. The cool water is a shock to her system and she quickly washes her body. Her skin is hypersensitive and she struggles to hold back whimpers as she washes her scent glands.

After turning the water off, she dries off with a fluffy towel Wanda must have left for her. Y/N wraps the towel around herself before tip-toeing back into the bedroom. The room is empty and she sits on the edge of the bed, apprehension building in her.

The temporary relief Wanda’s calming pheromones brought disappears and the intense pain continues. Y/N leaves back in the bed, gripping the sheets and pressing her feet into the mattress. Her whines fill the room and all she wants is Wanda’s knot deep inside her, breeding her.

“Fuck, malyshka, you’re so beautiful,” Wanda practically moans from the door.

Wanda’s holding a bundle of different sweatshirts, blankets, and t-shirts.

“Wh-what’s that?” Y/N asks.

“I brought you a few things for your nest, baby,”

“Want you now though, Mommy,” she whines.

“One second, luvie, I gotta get your cozy nest set up,” Wanda explains, arranging the different things on the bed.

Y/N bucks her hips and moans at the intense scent of her mate around her.

“Mommy hurryyy need you so bad!”

“All done, baby,” Wanda soothes, straddling Y/N’s hips. Y/N’s shaky hands come up and tug at Wanda’s pants.

“Need you now, Mommy!”

“I know luvie, but Mommy’s just gotta taste her sweet baby first,” Wanda croons, sliding down her body.

Wanda growls at the sight of her omega’s dripping pussy. She licks fromm her dripping whole to throbbing clit.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have waited so long to do this,” Wanda groans, “You’re such a good omega, you would have spread your legs for me that first night, wouldn’t you have?”

“Uh huh, Mommy! Just for you!”

The vibrations of Wanda’s chuckle ripple through Y/N and cause the knot in her core to grow. Wanda lips attach to her clit and her moans fill the room. Her hands fly down, lacing in Wanda’s hair and presses her further into her pussy.

“Oh my god that feels so good Mommy, so sensitive!” Y/N moans.

Wanda doesn’t give any warning before slipping two fingers into her, filling her to the brim. Y/N bucks her hips up, desperate for me.

“Mommy pleaseee, need you in me so bad!”

“What part of me, malyshka?” Wanda asks innocently, “My fingers? My tongue? Or is there something else you want? Use you words,”

The fog in Y/N’s head grows with how desperate she is, and she struggles to form the words.

“Fuck, Mommy, need your cock! Need your cock in me so bad! Need you to bread my and knot me and fuck me so good!” Y/N blabbers.

“Good girl,” Wanda croons, her eyes glowing red. Her clothes disappear and she straddles her again in a second, her hard cock lined up with Y/N’s dripping entrance.

Y/N wrapped her legs around Wanda’s hips, bringing her lips up to suck on one of Wanda’s perky, hard nipples. Wanda moans and thrusts into Y/N a little too fast. Y/N whines at the intense stretch and sucks harder.

“I know, malyshka, Mommy’s cock is so much bigger that your little baby omega pussy,” Wanda croons condescending, “You’re gonna take every inch like the good little girl you are, though,” Y/N give’s Wanda’s hair a little tug in response.

By the time Wanda is halfway in, Y/N is squirming and quivering. She finally lets go of Wanda’s nipple.

“Want your pups so bad, Mommy! Want you to breed me!” Y/N cries, spasming with pleasure and need.

“I know, baby, Mommy’s gonna fill up your pretty pussy so good; gonna make you all pretty and round!” Wanda voices, thrusting her hips forward so another inch goes in, “You aren’t so shy anymore, are you baby? All you needed was Mommy’s cock stretching you out to start talking!”

“Mommy,” Y/N whimpers as Wanda bottoms out.

“I know,” Wanda repeats, dipping her head to the crock of Y/N’s neck.

Wanda inhales deeply and moans.

“Can’t believe you hide your scent from me for so long, malyshka! You smell heavenly. Like fucking carmel and chocolate,” Wanda moans, licking Y/N’s scent glad. Y/N mewls at the sensation, squeezing around Wanda.

“Gonna cum, Mommy!”

“Cum for me, baby,”

Y/N falls over the edge, stars dancing in her vision. Her chest comes off the bed and the sounds she makes are unrecognizable. A scream escapes her as Wanda’s fangs pierce her neck. Her hands move to Wanda’s back, digging in and drawing blood. Wanda sucks on the tender wound and continues thrusting her hips as Y/N comes down from her high. The solidified bond is overwhelming. Wanda’s scent becomes even more overwhelming and Y/N can feel the pleasure she’s feeling, making her even more sensitive.

“Mo-Mommy?” Y/N stutters weakly, her orgasm still stringing out.

“Yes, my luv?” Wanda responds gently.

“Want you to cum, Mommy! Please cum in me,”

“Oh baby,” Wanda moans.

Every vein and ridge sets Y/N on faster as Wanda’s thrust quickens, hitting every sensitive spot in her.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” Y/N sobs, tears of pleasure slipping down her cheeks, “Fuck, feels so go-good!”

“Mommy’s gonna cum down, malyshka,” Wanda pants, “Gonna fill you up so good,” Wanda’s knot starts growing, stretching her mate out even more.

“Can fe- ohhh feel it, Mommy!”

Y/N’s wall squeezes around her, and that’s all Wanda needs to fall over the edge. Her hot cum warms Y/N and she can feel it in every inch of her body. Wanda can’t take her eyes off Y/N’s absolutely wrecked face though. Her head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth in an ‘O’ shape. Wanda lowers her head and kisses her check, then her lips, her other check, each eyelid, her forehead, and makes her way back down to her lips as Emiy comes down from her extended high.

“How are you feeling, malyshka?” Wanda asks softly.

“Warm…and full and so good” Y/N sighs contently.

“I’m glad, luvie,” Wanda smiles, gently flipping them so Y/N is on top.

Y/N moans softly as Wanda’s cock shifts deeper with the new position. Her alpha strokes her back.

“I love you, Mommy,” she mumbles dreamily.

“I love you too, malyshka,”

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