#a/o/b

[drenix004]

𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚

Veleria Garza Headcanons

Headcanons of Valeria being your alpha, sorry but i had to do it. i had the idea in my head for days and i think there are no headcanons of Valeria being alpha of omega reader. enjoy this little headcanon with the owner of our uterus :)

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Valeria has a closely guarded secret, something she hides very well from her enemies. It was even more protected than she was herself.

That something was you, you were the most valuable thing to the alpha of the most dangerous cartel in Latin America. You were her precious Omega, her partner and wife, something she protected with her life.

As something valuable, you could not go out on the street as if nothing, Valeria had you in a cage.

A golden cage with all the existing and future comforts.

Do you want more blankets for your nest? You don't have to say it twice, Valeria buys all the omegas blanket stores in Las Almas just for you.

Do your clothes itch? She'll burn it and buy you a new brand name, cotton-only clothing keeper for your sensitive skin.

Valeria was aware that she had you locked up, that's why she gave you the best of the best, even though sometimes you didn't ask for it because you thought it was an unnecessary expense.

Ridiculous, Valeria was filthy rich. She wouldn't stay poor for buying you clothes, blankets or whatever you wanted.

Valeria is the kind of alpha who loves to perfume you every night without fail, was she too late? No matter, she'll climb into the nest and kiss the mark she left on your neck while releasing her pheromones. She loves to drown you in her scent, it relaxes her inner alpha.

You love having Valeria's scent on you, it makes your inner omega very happy.

Valeria loves to see you in your animal form, she loves to run her hands through your brown fur.

"come here mi chula" she calls you with a brush in her hand, she loves to comb and groom you when you are turned into a wolf. You let her comb your hair, you love the feel of her hands on you.

When you are both turned, Valeria loves to bite your tail and ears just to tease you.

Her wolf by law bigger so it takes you more than two hours to brush all her fur.

Her fur was as dark as her hair, even her eyes were dark.

Valeria's protective instincts in her animal form are tripled, so she wraps her body around you like a donut while you groom.

There are days when she likes to be on top of you, she is mindful of her weight so she doesn't reload her whole body on you.

As an alpha, her instincts to protect and provide are stronger since she mated with you years ago, this leads her to hunt at least twice a month to calm her instinct to provide for you.

She makes sure to always get the biggest and healthiest prey for her omega. Her alpha ego was enlarged when you greeted her with happy squeals as you wagged your tail.

Valeria had learned to make nests just for and because of you, the day she asked her omega to teach her they had a little blush.

Valeria sometimes has internal debates with her alpha, her she-wolf wants to be with you all the time, especially when she is in the middle of important meetings. This makes her frown, making her partners worry thinking she didn't like what they were saying.

Valeria never courted her omega in the traditional way; flowers, outings and gifts of clothing did not. Her nature always was, is and always will be direct. She went straight to hunting prey (this was the last part of the courtship, when the couple was planning to unite forever) she always had a proud smile with a look full of confidence, her message was more than clear; she wanted to unite with you, she had no doubts. He knew what he wanted, and that was you.

part2?

[apomaro-mellow]

Runaway Royalty 1

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Omegaverse; Prince Stephen is betrothed to Prince Edwin. But as the dawn of their wedding approaches, he takes his life into his own hands and runs away, right into the hands of a band of thieves. A band led by the enigmatic Eddie.

Steve could remember the day his fate had been sealed. It had been when he presented. The moment he was free from the throes of his initial heat, his father told him, although everyone else in the castle had already known. It had been what they were waiting for.

His parents looked elated. Their subjects cheered at the announcement. That in five years time, Prince Stephen would be wed to Prince Edwin.

At first, Steve didn’t know how to feel. He had known his parents were selecting matches from him, from all designations. They were simply awaiting his own to see who would match. And Prince Edwin, who had presented as an alpha just the year before, was perfect. At least in the eyes of the king and queen.

The week of the announcement, he and his twin sister Robin had a time, talking about what the other prince must be like. It wasn’t long after that when a letter came from Steve, addressed from Prince Edwin. It was a very impersonal letter, simply congratulating him on his first heat and saying what an honor it was to be betrothed. 

It wasn’t very romantic. But it was just the first letter. And the prince was only a year older than him. So Steve replied, thanking him and expressing anticipation for the day they were to be wed. He waited for months for a response, but there was nothing.

Seasons changed, and Prince Edwin hadn’t another word to say to him. In desperation, Steve had sent one letter during the changing of the seasons, commenting on how the weather was in his kingdom and inquiring how it might be in his own. Steve had more fulfilling conversations talking to the birds he fed. 

All Steve was left with were rumors about the prince. Whispers among his own court that got louder as he got older and was allowed to mingle for much later in the evening. 

Prince Edwin was a rogue of sorts. He was said to be irresponsible, lazy, and unambitious. It was said that he shirked his duties so often that he was rather useless as a prince. It made Steve less than eager to officially tie their futures together.

“He’s an absolute bore.”

“That is when he’s not talking your ear off. It’s nearly impossible to hold a conversation.”

“And he talks about utter nothingness. It’s as if you’re trying to hold a conversation with a child.”

Years and years of tawdry gossip and yet nothing from his intended, Steve had had enough. He sat in front of his vanity, trying to strengthen his resolve. He would miss his sister. And he was under no illusion that going from cushy palace life to that of an unknown traveler would be easy. But he had no other choice. He would rather be a commoner with freedom than a caged prince. 

He couldn’t marry Prince Edwin.

Steve ran a brush through his hair, the locks free and tumbling down his back. If he was going to do this, he had to change his appearance. Steve took a breath as he grabbed the scissors. He breathed in fast about three times.

“Okay, on three”, he said to himself, scissors in one hand, a bunch of hair in the other. He had been growing his hair for as long as he could remember. Whenever his looks got compared to the beauty of his mother, he preened with pride. Now he had to cut that part of himself away. 

Snip

After the first cut, the rest went with ease. He cleaned the hair up from the floor, changed into plainer clothes, and then snuck out under cover of night. He and Robin used to sneak out of the castle when they were kids. So getting out was the easy part. The hard part would be never coming back. When he was a good distance away, at the tree and Robin used to climb, he took a final look.

His forlorn sigh turned into a shriek when something dropped down from the tree.

“Stifle yourself!”, Robin hissed, covering his mouth.

He licked her hand, getting her off as she wretched and took a step back. Both were confused to their roots.

“What are you doing here?”, he asked.

“Leaving with you”, Robin said after wiping her hand on her pants. “What did you do to your hair?”, she reached out and touched it. 

“I had to look unrecognizable. But you can’t just leave.” Robin’s rut had started pretty much right after his heat did. As an alpha, she was the heir to the throne. His parents would send out entire armies to search for her.

“You’re insane if you think I’m letting you leave without me. You need me.”

Steve didn’t doubt that. But he also couldn’t let his sister throw her life away just for him. “Robin, Our parents will-”

“They’ll either figure something out or they won’t. But this is our lives. Yours and mine. And I choose to live mine with you, wherever you go. Besides, you need your big sister, you can’t even handle your own hair without me.”

“I am older than you by five whole minutes, don’t start trying to rewrite history now”, Steve argued.

“Well, technically Prince Stephen is five minutes older than Princess Robin. We’ve gotta change our story if we’re going to blend in”, she said as she started on the trail away from the castle.

Steve followed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to change her mind and not wanting to anyway. He had been afraid of leaving a part of himself in that place to carry his half of the burden of royalty. But she came, able to read him and know his thoughts sometimes even before himself. 

They had come into this world together and now they were going into the next together.

Little did they know, that their paths would soon cross with a band of robbers…

Part 2

[purrmoon]

🌙 dynamic abilities

»masterlist«

alpha command — also referred to as the alpha voice. a deep, rumbling tone that triggers obedience & submission in those who hear it. it’s most effective on pack & those who already respect the alpha as an authority figure—but some particularly dominating people are capable of effecting those who don’t know / respect them. commands are also heightened when given after a scruff or submission bite. a command usually sound deep and rumbling; firm and commanding; or low and soothing.

beta scent-shifting — a beta is able to consciously (or unconsciously) shift their scent to mimic another’s. they can disguise themselves as an alpha, omega, or another beta—and even mimic a milky pup scent. this is typically used to calm packmates, and also makes them invaluable in the medical field or for calming those in a feral state. there are varying skill levels, with some being able to fool any nose, and others only able to fool those in distress / not thinking clearly.

omega suggestion — also referred to as the omega voice. it incites in people a desire to please, to protect, to make the omega happy. it can also have a relaxing effect. it’s most effective on other pack members, or those with a positive relationship with the omega—though some have particularly powerful voices, & can affect even those they aren’t close with/who actively dislike them. the sound is generally gentle & soothing; soft & crooning; or lyrical & melodious.

[ scent-shifting as an ability for betas was inspired by a fanfic i read once~ ]

[sinematically]

a story in three parts…

[nburkhardt]

It won’t leave me alone, so I gotta share it. It’s an a/o/b idea and I know it’s not everyone’s thing but it’s one of mine soooooo

Steve’s an omega that’s taken care and raised kids, other people’s kids. He loves it, always will but they never stay. Can’t stay, because he isn’t their actual parent. And he really, really, really wants to have his own. Growing up as an only child to parents that didn’t really care, it would make you want a huge family or at least someone else that loves you.

But no one wants him, at least not like that. He tried finding something with Nancy but that ended and left a sour taste in his mouth, then when he does find someone else, they don’t want kids either or they don’t actually love him either.

It’s fine, he tells himself all the time. It’s alright, he helped raised some kids. There’s Dustin, who still bugs him for rides. Then Lucas, asks for basketball pointers and also a kid that an ex of his. See? It’s fine.

He’ll only admit it to himself and in his dark room, but he does want to have his own pup and someone who’ll love him. It’s honestly one of the things he’s wanted his whole life but too afraid to admit it. (Eventually, he meets Eddie and everything he’s ever wanted happens, obviously 😌)

(if anyone would like you could write this out 👀👀)

[sensei-venus]

Happy Holidays!

How does alpha Hawk act once his omega reader is pregnant with his pup/pups ?

•He can smell it within a week or so. The way their scent slowly starts to change over the passing days after their mating, multiple days in a row after his rut and their heat match up. He knows, they both do, that they did not use any kind of protection. They wanted this.

•Reader most likely doesn’t know, unless they are super in tune with their body like that. (I know people who really wanted to get pregnant, did all the high tech tracking stuff, and claim they knew they where pregnant within a few days of having sex. They said they felt different and experienced symptoms. Can’t say it’s not true, turns out they where pregnant.) reader can’t smell their own scent. So they won’t notice the change but Hawk definitely will.

•After a few week’s of waiting, they test together. Hawk try’s his best to stay calm as the omega takes a home test in their bathroom. The two of them are bouncing around after the test confirms that the omega is pregnant. Hawk is definitely drowning them in his scent while probably growling, a verbal confrontation of affection. He’s so excited that he ends up inviting everyone from the dojo over once they get the official hospital results back. No one is to surprised that they where pregnant after being bonded for over a year. It’s Hawk.

•Hawk helps schedule every doctors appointment and goes to every single one with his omega. He wants to be there for every moment no matter how significant it is. He calls out constantly from his job at the dojo. No one blames him though and Miguel tends to take over his classes when he’s gone. Hawk rewards him by bring him new ultrasound pictures, updating him about his pup/s growth with every visit.

•Hawk doesn’t really care how many pups they end up having during any of their pregnancies. There will definitely be multiple pregnancies, no matter how many pups they have pure litter. He does want a lot of pups, it’s kinda his dream as a alpha, to sire many pups with his beautiful omega and raise them to be little badasses. He does worry more in multi pregnancies, more pups in one litter scare him do to the pressure it has on his poor omega.

•He’s a hoverer, he doesn’t mean to be but he definitely is. He wants to make sure his omega is completely safe and relaxed though out the pregnancy. The less stress they have the less stress he has when he has to leave them to go to work. Something he dreads on a daily basis.

•He constantly talks to his mates belly, telling the pup/s about all the cool stuff he’s been doing at the dojo, talking about Demetri and Miguel, complaining about Johnny and Daniel. He likes to whisper about how pretty their carrier is (mama,daddy), how amazing they are and how he can’t wait for them to meet. He ramble’s about all the stuff he’s going to teach them when they are old enough. He gets excited when they first start kicking.

•He constantly scents things for his omega all the time. Even though they lobe together already, he takes the time to scent new things to give to his omega during the pregnancy. His heart skips a beat and his pride goes up when he sees something new that he just scented in their nest. Most of his old sweater’s get a new home from in the back of their closet to readers overloaded pregnancy induced nest.

•He secretly keeps a list of all of his mates food cravings in his car. Sometimes before he gets home from work, he will stop by said place and pick up what ever he knows they have been craving recently. He loves watching his omega go to town on some food in their nest while he strokes over their round bump for a while. Watching the pup/s move under the tight flesh as the omega eats in pure bliss.

•Has a issue with growing at any alpha that gets to close to his mate during the pregnancy. He’s even bowed up at omega’s and beta’s he felt got to close. He’s even ready to throw hands at the slightest look or stare from unwanted eyes. He always has a hand on the omega out in public and he triple scent’s then before they go out. Makes sure to nibble at their bonding mark for extra effect. The teeth shaped scar’s on their scent gland is always on display for everyone to see.

[carolinasacco]

hi! I'm translating my fanfic Whatever You Want into English. For now I have 3 chapters, I will update as my beta finishes correcting them. (The fic is complete in Spanish) AU Everything is the same except that there are betas, alphas and omegas. It takes place during season 13. Dean recently had a birthday and is feeling the need for something more in his life. It is a fanfic with a case, Becky Rosen is injured and must remain in Winchester's care.

It is an omegaverse, it is not smut, although it contains s3x scenes and mpreg. Contains nsfw illustrations.

[spaxi]

Does anyone else look at their friends and think "I think they'd be this secondary gender"

I look at my friend (who we call sir) and often think. They'd probably identify as an alpha (they/them pronouns)

I think that my pink haired friend would be a gamma (he/they pronouns)

My farm friend would probably be a beta (He/they pronouns)

Those are my closes friends, I'm not sure what my other friends would identify with, but that's what's often in my thoughts -Finn 🍷

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

I just realized that a movie I use to watch quite a bit as a kid (Alpha and Omega) seems like it would be an Omegaverse(A/B/O) romcom of some kind but it’s just…

This silly animated wolf movie.

Could easily be turned A/B/O.

(I havent watched it in at least five years so the details are hazy) It’s about kate, an alpha female, and Humphrey, an omega male.

Kate is supposed to marry this Alpha male(Garth) of another pack for “political reasons” but she and Humphrey get captured and brought far from home. (The movie is just comedy about them getting back home)

There’s a subplot about Kate’s sister (Lily, a beta (or Omega, can’t remember)female) falling in love with Garth, the Alpha male of the other pack.

[anon-e-miss]

Having a mech fight to have him (in his heat brain) would be very hot for in-heat Prowl

This is something ancient Omega’s would have been coded to like. Winner gets me because winner is better.

Very deep standards.

[apomaro-mellow]

Whatever Stevie Wants 5

Part 4

Eddie sat on the floor, Vanessa before him as he changed her diaper, giggling at the man’s dramatics.

“Who’s the stinky one? It’s you! You’re so stinky!” He made a show of sniffing her wrapped up diaper and falling over to the stench, making her giggle louder.

Violet was crawling around, grabbing things that interested her before tossing them away, sometimes just barely missing her sister. Steve watched them, heart so full it was hard to imagine a parent seeing their pups any other way. How could anyone look at their own children and not see a precious gift?

Just as he was sighing, his phone rang and a chill ran down his spine, seeing that it was his mother. Steve walked off, ignoring as Eddie called out to him as he went into another room to answer.

“What do you want?”

“Hello to you too, son.”

Steve sighed, exhausted already. “You’re calling because you want something. Just tell me.”

“All I want is to tell you we’ll be in town soon. So are you going to house us in that musician’s house or do your father and I have to make other arrangements?”

“Oh I don’t know mother, I’ll have to ask my alpha permission. And I’ll have to warn you, he’ll probably say no. So let me just say no for him. No.”

“Oh don’t be childish. We’ll be flying in next week. Kisses.”

And then she hung up on him.

He wasn’t sure if he should talk about it at all, but there was no use hiding it. The moment he stepped out and crossed paths with Grant, he could smell the distress on him.

“What happened?”, he asked, making Eddie look up from his playtime with the twins.

“Did something happen?”

Steve sat down in the nest, smiling as Vanessa crawled toward him. “My mom called. She and my dad will be coming for a visit.”

He told them the whole conversation, repeating the news when Jeff and Gareth came down. He knew he was right to be cautious when the others shared his apprehension. He had talked at length about his life under his parents’ thumb. Steve had reached out several times before, during, and after his pregnancy and they had nary a word to say to him.

This sudden visit was suspicious, at least to them.

“Maybe they just finally got the stick outta their ass and wanna see their only grandkids”, Wayne suggested.

Violet had been using her dad as a jungle gym and her eyes got wide as she watched her grand-uncle.

“They’re gonna have their first word any week now and I need it to not be ass”, Steve said, only for Vanessa’s head to turn toward him.

“It’s like they know which ones are the bad words”, Jeff snickered.

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Eddie went with Steve to meet his folks at some bistro. It was upscale for sure. But the kind of upscale Steve had grown up in. 

“It’s nice to finally meet the alpha that snatched up my boy”, Layton said, clapping Eddie on the back while shaking his hand. It was the kind of nicety that hid a blow in plain sight. His father smiled while outright stating his contention with Eddie.

“Where are the girls? Are they with you?”, Margaret asked, looking around as if she missed them.

“They’re at home”, Steve said as they took their seats.

Eddie had actually buttoned up for this. It was a deep red, but the long sleeves hid his tats. They had to search deep in the closet for that one. 

“And this one, Eddie is the sire of your-”

“Just one of them”, Steve said. “Jeff is the sire of the other.”

Layton’s brow pinched in confusion and Eddie was a little mad at how similar he looked to Steve.

“I thought you had twins.”

“I do”, Steve confirmed, taking out his phone to find pictures. “It was one of those miracles.” He found one that showed Eddie holding Violet and Jeff holding Vanessa.

Margaret’s eyes got a little wide while her husband’s squinted. “Oh”, she said at first. “Well my my the world is, well it’s just full of little miracles isn’t it?”

“They’ll be a whole year old in a few months”, Steve said.

“And you’ve been doing the whole, rockstar thing still?”, Layton asked Eddie.

“Livin’ the dream”, Eddie shrugged. “I got the best job and the best partner in crime.” He kissed Steve’s cheek.

“Oh that’s sweet”, Margaret said. “Steve, have you heard from Nick Odell lately? He’s doing quite well for himself.”

“From Nicky? I haven’t talked to him since high school”, Steve said. 

“He took over his father’s business a year ago. And he has a house up in New York.”

“Good for him”, Steve nodded, knowing what she was doing.

Their brunch was fine, if a bit tedious. Whenever Steve showed no interest in any of the people his mother brought up, she just mentioned another. Even going so far as to give him the name of an alpha who was already married. But according to his mother it was a well known secret that his wife’s family was infertile, so it was sure to end soon.

Despite all that, they didn’t seem invested in actively making Steve end things with his pack. And how could he? A mating bite could be undone with an intense procedure, sure. But he had pups in the world now. 

So they agreed that they could meet the twins and did so at a public park. This time, Jeff joined them. He and Steve specifically talked and had a conversation about things his rich, conservative, traditionalist parents might say.

“It’s safe to say none of the alphas they ever tried to set me up with ever strayed far from a certain color palette”, Steve said as his mother and father walked up to the picnic table the five of them were sitting at.

“They’re just darling!”, Margaret exclaimed, reaching right for Violet, who was still in her carrier. “You must be Violet.”

“And this little filly must be Vanessa”, Layton said as he sat down across from them. 

Vanessa sat in Jeff’s lap, turning the pages of a children’s book took quick to actually be looking at anything on said pages. But simply doing the motions seemed to entertain her.

“Oh, she’s a little darker than the picture you showed us”, Margaret blurted out. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Nothing wrong at all”, Layton agreed.

“It’s just that one can’t help but wonder what she’ll look like in a few months, or years even.”

Steve patted Jeff’s leg while Eddie looked like he wanted to snatch his pup from this woman’s arms.

“Yeah well, Jeff and I have been looking at our own baby photos to try and predict too, but it’s like she’s her own original person”, Steve’s smile was tight.

“But this little ball of sunshine is like a carbon copy of the Munson blueprint”, Eddie beamed at Violet and she returned it with a gummy smile of her own. “Her battery doesn’t quit and she uses that energy to be a little terror. She’s a devil of destruction, yes she is~”

Violet giggled even more as her dad tickled her and the conversation continued just a bit more easily after that. It was still a little stilted, but his parents didn’t say anything outright offensive. Steve didn’t know if he should feel upset that they gave more attention to Violet than Vanessa. It was almost like they weren’t quite sure how to feel about her or Jeff.

And Steve didn’t know how to feel about that. It was weird, this whole thing was weird. It would have been easy if they begged for forgiveness and resolved to be better parents and loving grandparents from now on. It also would have been easy if they just straight up insulted his family, throwing out slurs and classist ideologies so there could be a huge blow up that signified the complete end of their relationship.

But neither of those happened. They weren’t the best and they weren’t the worst. Steve said as much on the drive home, the girls fast asleep in their carriers.

“I mean, I’ve seen worse”, Jeff noted. “One time I dated this chick and her dad kept bringing up how dark our babies would be. Even went as far as to ask me to do one of those ancestry things.”

“Christ on a cracker”, Eddie said from the driver’s seat. “So we’re really doing this? We’re gonna let them be a part of it?”

Steve sighed and looked at his two girls. He wanted them to grow up surrounded by love, in all shapes and forms. “I heard people who were terrible parents sometimes turn out to be really doting grandparents.”

He didn’t want to look back and regret not giving his parents the chance if they were actually willing to put forth the effort. And all they were really asking for were grandparent privileges, visits, fun trips, that sort of thing.

“Alright, but if they kidnap you and try to brainwash you back into their WASPy life, you owe me ten bucks”, Jeff said.

Part 6

I'm kinda torn bc I have two plots in mind w/the Harringtons one is more down to earth, as I feel like most of this fic series has been while the other is the kind of melodrama that likes of which one would find in the tenth season of a soap opera. I guess read on to find out which I pick.

[purrmoon]

🌙 lore: noises & mannerisms

these lists are non-exhaustive, and i may reblog or edit with additions~

noises

Pack Calls. Meant to attract the attention of pack immediately—whether to alert danger, expression of loneliness or helplessness, or simply to alert to a cycle beginning. (A pup call is the same thing, though younger sounding and harder to ignore.)

Purrs. Usually an expression of happiness or contentment, but they can also be use to self-soothe or comfort. Purring promotes healing. The sound can be made unconsciously or on purpose. An alpha’s purrs tend to be low and rumbling; sometimes almost inaudible, and easier to feel than hear. Bets and omegas have more mid-toned purrs. Pups have loud, rumbly, often uneven purrs.

Growls. In betas and omegas, a growl is a warning. Alphas will growl as a threat, in play, during sex / arousal, and sometimes even when they yawn—and as such, tend to make the noise the most. Pups may also growl in play. Alphas have the deepest growls, followed by omegas. Betas have fairly mid-toned growls. Pups have tiny, high-pitched growls.

Snarls. Much like a growl, but deeper and more threatening. This isn’t just a threat or warning, but often the precursor of a fight. Snarls may also be heard during a fight.

Chuffs. A low huffing noise used as a signal to ‘come here.’ Often used on pups or younger siblings. They’re difficult to ignore from packmates—especially older packmates or parents. Alphas are especially good at chuffing.

Croons. Low, musical sounds meant to comfort and reassure. They’re often used to help lull pups to sleep.

Trills. A high, musical sound that express happiness, joy, excitement. Adult alphas have a harder time making them, and rarely do so, but happy betas, omegas, and pups make them frequently.

Whines. A high pitched expression of sadness or discomfort. These tend to sound uniform among adults, and a little higher in pups. Pup whines, especially before speech, usually indicate hunger, lack of attention, or a need for changing.

Keens. High pitched calls of want or need, though they can also be used to express more acute pain—like grief.

mannerisms

Scruffing. Refers to grabbing the back of the neck, fingers touching the scent glands, and squeezing gently. This triggers a flood of submission hormones, forcibly relaxing the muscles. It can induce drowsiness. This can be comforting when done by a trusted packmate, but terrifying and unpleasant when done by a stranger. The effect lasts longer in pups, or those in their cycle.

Submission bite. Refers to biting the back or side of the neck. Like a scruff, this triggers a flood of submission hormone, though it’s much stronger. A hard enough bite can cause a mild paralysis, the limbs becoming too heavy to move. The bitee is more susceptible to orders given by the biter. In both the case of a scruff and a submission bite, the hormone can be fought, but it’s difficult. Submission bites are typically denote the end of a challenge fight. Submission bites given outside of that are considered a form of assault or abuse, as scruffing is considered a more appropriate way of dealing with any unruly or rebellious behavior. It’s considered unconscionable for an adult to give a submission bite to a pup.

Nipping. A light bite, and a common way to express affection both platonically and romantically. Romantic partners may nip at each other’s necks, ears, jaws, & lips. Platonic packmates may nip pack members shoulders, arms, fingers, or noses.

Scenting. An important part of pack bonding, and a way of expressing, "I'm here, I care about you, I want people to know we're connected even when we're apart." Covered in more detail here.

Claiming bites. Referring to the bite claiming someone as pack or mate. Pack bites are more like nips, and accompanied by licking, while mating bites will draw blood, and leave a scar. Pack and mate bonds are covered in more detail here.

Nuzzling. Rubbing noses is a common way of greeting close pack members. Cheeks may also be nuzzled. Romantic partners will nuzzle shoulders, backs, thighs, the back of the knee, etc. Alphas find it very comforting to have their neck/throat nuzzled.

Forehead touch. Another common greeting between close pack members, though slightly more common in romantic partners.

Head-butting. A playful variation of the forehead touch.

Wrist-brushing. Pressing the wrists together. A gesture of comfort or intimacy. It’s also common to stroke the gland with the thumb—something omegas find especially comforting.

Scent-guarding. Raising the shoulders and/or lowering the chin to block the scent glands, often paired with wrapping the arms around the stomach. An expression of fear, meant to try and block or suppress one’s scent.

Throat-baring. Lifting the chin and showing off the throat is a sign of submission. It may be done out of respect, trust, or fear, or as a way to show that one isn’t a threat. This is considered the best way to approach someone in a feral state.

Teeth-baring. Sometimes this is a warning. Other times it’s a challenge, especially when compared with snapping their teeth or snarling.

Posturing. Making one’s self look bigger—raising the shoulders, standing up as straight as possible, maybe even bouncing up on the balls of the feet. Often combined with circling. This is often the precursor to a challenge fight. Posturing may also refer to trying to impress a potential mate, usually by making one's self look bigger / more impressive than a rival.

[katsy-kitty]

I tried to introduce my mom to the idea of fanfiction without using the word,

so I told her that people write stories about what could have happened differently (in Hannibal) etc.

Her reaction, "Oh my..."

And I don't even know why she reacted that way xD

I didn't even mention the smut or omegaverse or knotting 💔

[sensei-venus]

Jfc! The og alpha Cobras with the omega read 🥵🥵🥵🥵 I'm trying to go to sleep but now all I can think of is being their pretty little omega 😩

May I ask what is it like when their pack omega goes into heat is very whiny snd needy, asking them to make the pain go away, make it all better

(Unedited)

One of them most likely tracks her heats, some of the other guys just completely forget or don't pay attention. Dutch and Johnny won't notice until they get a good sniff of her pre-heat scent. Bobby and Jimmy are usually the ones who end up tracking her heats.

None of the boys actively try to get her to go onto heat suppressants. They really do leave that up to her to decide if she wants to go on them. They do voice the fact that she always has them, five alphas that’s are will to protect and take care of her during her pre-heats and heats. She will never feel alone or feel like she will actually get harmed or hurt during her heats.

They know the minute she starts going into heat just from her scent and the way she starts acting. She gets more clingy with all of them, rubbing up against them, hugging them more, sitting in their laps during lunch and outings, more kisses to their necks and faces. As soon as she starts showing signs of her heat they start going on lockdown and start planing for the next week or so. Making sure they have a place to stay for the week so they can take care of her.

Most of the time they are all there during her heat, all of them partaking in sex with her together. But sadly sometimes it just doesn’t work out the way they want and it’s only one or two of them that can be with her though her heat. It’s never a throw in the face kind of thing with who gets to spend time with her during her heat.

“Please! Please it hurts guys, make it stop.”

Dutch traced his fingers over her dripping folds, the tips of his fingers ghost over her hole. He smirks up at her as she lay on top of him. He kissed up her neck, licking at the bond mark he had given her a while back. New fingers pushed against his own on her bare flesh. Thick fingers pushed into her needy hole as Dutch workedhe own fingers over her wet folds.

“Man your so wet with slick babe, your pussys drooling for us. You want your alphas to take care of you?” Johnny's voice was low as he whispered in her ear from over top her. She whimpered as his fingers started to thrust in and out of her. His knuckle brushed against her lower lips with every thrust in.

“Can I get in first?” Tommy piped in, fisting his own cock from the sidelines. His knot starting to firm up with every stroke.

Jimmy rolled his eyes as he played with Readers tits. His big hands groping the soft flesh of her big tits as they hang. His fingers pinched at her hard buds.

Bobby smirked as he licked over her shoulder and played with her other tit. His other hand ghosted over the fat of her belly and between her legs, his fingers seeking out her swollen clit. She moaned and slumped down onto Dutch. He smirked as he sucked a bigger hickey into her collarbone.

“No. She needs to be knotted by the head alpha first. Get that tight little pussy stretched out. From the looks of it, we might be here for quite a while with the way she’s looking. And this pussy is tight. Needs a lot of stretching on my knot before we can get her all nice and ready to breed comfortably.” She bit into the thick flesh of her neck and she squealed. Her hips thrusting back onto his fingers, fucking herself on his thick fingers.

It was going to be a long week

[gojorgeous]

"MINE, MINE, MINE."

pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor won’t refill your prescription until you’ve reset your cycle. you’re desperate for that refill, but geto’s not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesn’t want a heat but it’s medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have y’all figured out that i have a breeding kink yet… anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that i’ve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. if you want more of my omegaverse fics check out my alpha!gojo fic here! and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! divider credit to: @cafekitsune wc: 5.2k

“No.” 

No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong. 

“I’m sorry?” you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.

“I can’t refill the prescription. I’m sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. I’m shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.” Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but he’s only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when he’s worried.

Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. “You need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.” 

Sweat beads on your palms. He can’t be serious. But it’s his first opinion. Surely there’s another option.

“I-I’m sorry, doctor. I don’t think I’m understanding.” 

Another glance at Geto reveals that he’s frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one he’s already made without you. Your stomach drops.

The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. “Let me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.” The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. “Go home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. It’s what’s best.” 

Your eyes widen with realization– you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. “Th-that can’t happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I can’t be out that long a-and Geto can’t either, we–” 

“We will go home,” Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. “Thank you, doctor, for the advice.” 

Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that you’re leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?

“Doctor, you don’t underst–” 

“Thank you again,” Geto interrupts.

Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time you’re not so eager to accept his chivalry. 

“Suguru,” you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm? 

“Just get in, baby. We’ll talk about it in the car.”

You debate saying no, but you can’t bring yourself to start a fight when he’s being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.

The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. You’re already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward “doctors offices near me”. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor that’s a little sketchy. You scroll further– still not sketchy enough. Someone who’ll give you the prescription you need, even if it’s not necessarily… ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?

“What are you doing?” His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.

You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. “Getting a second opinion,” you answer. 

Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice it’s gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach. 

“Hey!” You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope. 

Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. “You’re not getting it back,” he says. His eyes never leave the road. 

Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. “This is not for you to decide. It’s my body.”

He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. “And you’re not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so I’m making it for you.”

Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know it’s only because he allows it. “I am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.” 

He shakes his head and sighs. “You’re blinded by desperation.” 

“It’s still not for you to decide!” When you don’t notice any change in his expression, you switch tactics– from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. “You know how much I hate it, Su.” 

Finally, he cracks. It’s instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. “I know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.” 

You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you weren’t ready. Maybe next month, when you’d had more time to mentally prepare. 

Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadn’t had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Suguru– you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to. 

For most of your life, you’d successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, you’d passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto. 

You’d met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, you’d thought, but he screamed alpha– and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. You’d stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until you’d been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. He’d smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadn’t been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that he’d suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all he’d needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.

You’d dated for a little over a year, until you’d decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguru’s, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alpha’s scarred mark on your neck. 

Suguru had never seen you through a heat– no one had. You’d taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. He’d claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadn’t had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was well– apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed. 

“Sugu, I can’t do this.” Your lip is raw from how much you’ve been chewing on it by the time you reach home. 

Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. 

“Yes you can. I know you can.” 

You shake your head. He doesn’t understand– doesn’t know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadn’t had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so… weak. “I can’t. It’s-it’s-” Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. “It’s embarrassing. Humiliating.” 

There’s silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, he’s all business.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.” 

You shake your head and pull away, pacing. “I don’t want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.” 

Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. “It’s not a question. It’s happening– for the sake of your health.” 

You scoff and shake your head. “It’s not–” 

His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submit– the other part of you reels with annoyance.

“End of discussion.” 

He’s closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. It’s like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha… You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what he’s doing– using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.

“Sugu…” you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours. 

“I got you, baby.”

Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps he’s right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. You’re nodding before you realize what you’ve done.

Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that you’ll both be out of work for a week on “family” leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before he’s out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You won’t be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesn’t return your phone before he’s gone.

~

You don’t notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. It’s not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at night– it’ll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system… you hope. When you’re brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly. 

You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs. 

“Feel anything?” he asks. 

You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter. 

“Sleep, baby.” 

For once, you follow orders without a fight.

–

Hot. Too hot. 

When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs. 

You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, you’d made the wrong choice. You couldn’t do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.

“Deep breaths, baby.” 

Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. He’s behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint. 

“Can’t-” Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. “Can’t do this, Sugu-” 

“Yes, you can.” He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. “You will.” 

You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He’s restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals he’s already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long he’s been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.

His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.” 

Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. “My phone, Sugu,” you panic. “Gotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.” 

He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place. 

“No, baby.” 

You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully. 

“Sugu, please,” you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your lover’s skin. 

“‘S gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Don’t fight it, love.” 

With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until you’re slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. It’s not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully. 

“That’s it. Good girl.” 

Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. You’re burning, burning, burning. It’s not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick you’ve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight. 

“‘S okay, baby. ‘Ve got you.”

Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. He’s never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. He’s never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now… He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants. 

“Love you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,” he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until he’s plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other you’ve ever experienced. It’s already so intense you can hardly think, and you’ve only just begun.

“Sugu,” you plead. 

The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until he’s running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit. 

You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives. 

“Gonna make you feel ‘s good, baby.” he hums. He’s lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.

He continues his messy circles on your clit and until you’re gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. 

“S-Sugu…” you whine.

The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then you’re completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. There’s a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesn’t waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him. 

His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.

But you can’t wait. You can’t. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.

“Ssssugu… please…” your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need. 

“I got you, baby… shhhhh…” He gives a final lick to your scent gland before he’s leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled. 

Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but don’t have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You don’t know, you don’t care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away. 

“Gonna knot you good, princess.” 

You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes. 

He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you can’t take any more. But you can, and you do. When he’s finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk. 

“That’s it. So good, baby. So fucking good.” 

Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. He’s over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like you’re a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and it’s more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly you’re begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard he’s rattling your skull. He’s licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff you’re afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly you’ll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss. 

“Fuck,” you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. “‘M gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good you’ll see fucking stars.” You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. “Tell me you didn’t take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it won’t go to waste.” He’s not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. “‘M gonna flush ‘em down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.”

The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yes…

“Suguuu… please…” It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.

His lips press to yours, shushing you. “Shhh, baby. Don’ worry. I got you.” He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. You’ve never felt more ready for anything. 

“Sugu–” 

And it’s at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. It’s pure ecstasy. Suguru’s knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb it’s all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think you’ve probably just melted into the mattress. But you haven’t, and when your vision returns, you’re panting and staring at the ceiling. 

Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark he’s just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why you’re here and not at work, what you’re doing. You’re puzzled by why you’d been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?

Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where you’ll stay until his knot softens. 

“Sleep, princess,” he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut it’s not long before you’re lost to a world of comfortable darkness. 

~

You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that. 

You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. He’s eating you out, slurping up the cum that’s leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. It’s filthy, disgusting, and you love it.

“Sugu–” you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, empty…

“Sorry, baby,” he whispers against your skin. He’s kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. “‘Y smelled so good…” 

You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. You’re too worried about getting him inside of you to check.

You’re gasping like you’ve never had a breath of air in your life, like you’ve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but it’s not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much. 

“M-more…” you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine. 

“‘S okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care ‘ve you.” 

Yes, yes, yes, you think. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like you’re splitting in half. When he’s finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams. 

“No.” Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. “Let me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.” 

You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You don’t dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. He’s so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.

When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it. 

“P-please, please, please–”

He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. It’s all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.

“Take it all, baby. Good girl. Take it all…” 

You nod, not even sure what you’re agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.

When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, he’s chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. “Mine, mine, mine.”

When you wake again it’s to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and he’s back in your arms, like you’re somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.

The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long it’s been since Suguru’s been locked inside you. If it were up to you, you’d never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, he’s never far away when you’re following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl. 

It’s ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum… no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where you’ve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised. 

When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, it’s to Suguru’s arms and lips. He’s got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, “welcome back, baby” against your neck and suddenly you’re realizing how… revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. You’d always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru… they really weren’t all that bad.

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❥ KATSUKI BAKUGOU X FEM! READER

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❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: a/b/o dynamics (alpha Katsuki/omega reader), knotting, age-gap (Katsuki is in his grumpy 40s, you're in college), he calls you "kid", fucking in a pool, some mention of sex toys, degradation, creampie

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God, he’s too fucking old for this shit. Too god damn tired of the animal that kicks against his ribs whenever the slick smell of a willing cunt passes his nose. 

“ ‘m sorry,” you whisper, rolling your hips to suck his cock deeper in your drooling pussy. He grinds his molars at the too-tight feeling. 

“Fucking brat,” he hisses and clamps his hands to your doughy ass, jerking you up and down his cock. “Knew you were trouble. Fucking told you to stay away from me.” 

Katsuki knew he would end up fucking the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed college girl the day you moved in next door. He tried to stop it, he really did, showing you his teeth and growling any time the sweet stink of your omega scent greeted him. 

Yet he’s the one who couldn’t help himself. Humid summer air brought your pathetic smell right to him, had him peeking over the fence that separated his house from yours like a fucking perv.

The sight of you in your little pool, desperate to cool your too-hot skin, bikini bottoms floating next to you as you shoved a dildo into your aching hole was his breaking point. 

And now here you are, stuffed full of throbbing, thick alpha cock. Because you begged him, all fat tears and plump pouts as your heat clawed at your insides. 

He might be too old for this, but he’ll never get tired of how fucking stupid omegas get for dick. 

“The t-toys just weren’t…weren’t good enough.” 

You’re pinned between him and the pool wall, lips of your cunt dragging along his length over and over again as you try to find release. 

Copious amounts of slick gush from you, making his thrusting easier. Pearly strings of your cream float around the pool, lost to splash of him fucking into you. 

But even still, he’s so engorged with blood and hormones ready to knot that his fat cock struggles against your gummy walls. You hiss, not from pain, but from relief, so happy to be full that no amount of stretching will detract from your pleasure.

“You’re fucking pitiful.” 

Shame briefly shines in your blown-out eyes, a bit of humanity peeking through the haze of animal instincts. Shit. This is why he hates this, why he’s tried to avoid all the breeding nonsense. Omegas are so emotionally squishy. 

Not that he’s any better. One pout from you as you locked eyes with him across the yard made him jump a fucking fence and plunge his cock into your weeping hole at two in the afternoon. 

“Just can’t help it, can you, kid?” 

Red eyes trace over the body he’s been trying so hard not to imagine. The triangle fabric of your swimsuit is peeled away from your tits, your nipples puffy from how hard you were tugging on them before he got his hands on you. 

A little mhmmmm-mhmmmm sounds from lips pressed too tightly together, your head lolling back as you keep bucking against him with your eager, exposed pussy. 

You’re a mess, all swollen and gooey and desperate. 

“Such a dumb omega,” he groans and wraps his arms around your back, pressing your soft body all the way against his, “fucking yourself out in the open. Wanted me to find you? Wanted the old man next door to fuck you stupid.”

“N-no,” you lie so easily. “Too hot, was too hot and couldn’t get off and—”

“Bullshit. You started splashin’ around out here just praying I’d catch your scent.” 

“C-can’t help it, pr-promise. You just always smell so fucking good, alpha.”

Makes sense now why you always seem to be out on a walk when he gets home from work, and why you always seem to need something from him. He was a nice neighbor and gave you his number when you moved in all on your own, a little omega lost in a big college town. You would message him for help around your place at least once a week—changing light bulbs, fixing a leaky faucet, even opening a goddamn jar a few nights ago. 

He told you several times to stop bothering him, yet you never could catch the hint that fooling around with an alpha was going to get you bitten. 

Relentlessly he pounds his hips, the buoyancy of the water making it effortless to hold you and fuck in deep. His thighs barely feel any strain, his back muscles rolling like a true predator as he starts to use his arms to pull you up and down. 

Katsuki slides his fat cock until it’s barely in your pussy, mushroom tip caught by the suctioning ring of muscle inside of you. Then he bottoms out, balls connecting with your ass under the water with a muted thump. 

“God, fuck, that’s good, so good,” you’re fucking loud, “feel so fucking good in my pussy.” 

“Christ, you wanna let the whole neighborhood knowing I’m fucking you?”

​​The fuck-drunk little smile on your face tells him that maybe you do. 

And he thought he was the perv. 

“You’re such a fucking slut,” he whispers furiously, kissing you with so much force it makes your back arch in his strangle hold. 

A thick hand wraps around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just leaves it there possessively as his tongue forces its way between your lips. You unconsciously moan, your own tongue meeting his, but he presses it down, not wanting it in the way. You give in, letting him encircle your tongue with his own so he can taste you. He pulls back to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, teeth roughly dragging against it.

“Like feeling my cock spread you apart, hm? Maybe I’ll get you a dildo my size for next time you wanna put on a little show.” 

You purr and it makes him want to scratch you to pieces. 

The burning stretch of your omega cunt is bliss. The smell of sex and chlorine sting his nose, make him lose it a bit and press so hard inside of you that his cock nearly meets the resistance of your cervix. Not that you seem to mind it—your nails are sinking into his wet shoulders, holding on for dear life as he fucks you in the heat of a summer afternoon. 

When Katsuki shifts his hips down, heavy cock sliding out of your tight hole, you bare your teeth and growl at a man nearly double your age.  

“Easy, tiger,” he tuts and drops you in the warming water, “turn around and let me hit it from the back.”

He loves that your instincts are to obey.

You turn your back to him with an indignant little huff, bending over the edge of the pool and waiting. Katsuki locks his arms around your thighs, pushing up and letting the water do the work. Your legs float open easily, spreading wide as he spears his way back into your slutty hole. 

“Ever been knotted before, kid?”

Looking over your shoulder, you shake your head, hiccuping as he works his shaft in and out of you. 

“Please, please, ah, knot me. Wa-wanna know what it feels like.”

He’s toying with an ancient fire, he knows that. One fat knot from an alpha and you might be begging to move in with him, but it’s worth it. Your pussy feels too goddamn good and he’s too worked up not to plug you full. 

Katsuki works you into an absolute frenzy, waves of water splashing onto the edges of the pool as you mewl and focus on how effortlessly he fucks you. Your walls meld to him, each thrust hasty and claiming, scented sweat steaming from the heat of your body and the blistering of the sun. His dick curves just perfectly inside you, cockhead purposefully brushing against the most sensitive, spongy spots within your depths. 

“Surprised none of your stupid boyfriends knotted this tight cunt before.”

“Wouldn’t,” your fingers are gripping the edge of the pool for dear life, like you’re gonna drown any second, “wouldn’t let them.” 

“And you’re gonna let me? Just a slut for older men?” 

“Slut for you,” you correct him with a bounce of your ass against his pelvis, “love a big, strong alpha.” 

He rolls his eyes at the shameless flattery, yet still the ego inside him flares to life. 

“Young, stupid omegas always think they can get whatever they want,” he growls, all while keeping a rough pace inside your body, watching how the water parts for the two of you grinding into one another. 

You give him a knowing gaze over your shoulder, sultry and coy. 

You are getting exactly what you want. All you had to do was get his attention, pry at his most basic instincts and now here he is losing his mind over the tight squeeze of your omega cunt. 

Maybe you aren’t so stupid after all.

But he’ll fuck you stupid, he’s sure of that. 

“I’m too old for silly games, kid. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

He proves his point by pawing at your belly under the water, pressing in until you can both feel how deep he is in your guts. The realization makes you whine, pushing hard back against him. 

“You think I’m just some toy to use during your heat?” Katsuki tuts, licking at one of his canines. “Just wait until I knot this stupid cunt and you beg me to keep coming back.”

A symphony of sex is ringing in your backyard, sounds of primal grunts, shrill little screams, balls slapping against your ass, water gurgling and splashing.

Any animal nearby knows what’s happening, that nature is running its course and you’re both nothing but senseless bodies looking for the simplest relief.

Katsuki slides the hand on your stomach lower, pinching your aching clit before he starts swirling it under the pads of experienced fingers. You start thrashing, cunt sucking so tightly he’s sure you’re hurting with the need to cum. 

“Pleasepleaseplease oh god please!” 

You shatter and his pride nearly bursts with you. Your cunt clenches, so pleased to cum around a thick alpha cock. You babble absolute nonsense, beg for his knot and a string of thanks yous and pleases and alpha alpha alpha dripping from your mouth into the wake of the pool.

The way your pussy squeezes him tells him you’ve been looking for this orgasm for hours, walls so swollen and pulsing. You must’ve been fucking yourself with useless toys since morning and finally got desperate enough to make a scene and get him to fuck you the way you needed. 

“Poor thing,” he coos, watching your cream float to the surface of the water. 

You’re totally mindless now as he continues to fuck you, body sloshing in the pool as he manhandles you to take what he wants. 

“Don’t even know if you can handle a knot, kid. You’re too tight.” 

That stirs you, makes you flatten your hands against the edge of the pool and push back to meet his rhythm. Over and over, you keep up with him, so fucking fraught to finally feel an alpha swell in your guts.

“Please don’t stop, please. Need to feel it, been in heat for d-days.”

“Oh omega, have you been fucking yourself silly with all the wrong toys, hm? Been stuffing yourself all alone in your room? Should’ve, ah, just asked me to come fix it.”

“You told me to stop b-bothering you…” 

“You’ll annoy me when your sink’s leakin’ but not when your pussy is? So fucking stupid.”

Only he’s starting to go dumb at the wrap of your cunt around him. The beast in his belly is raging, alpha instincts boiling in the summer sun. 

“C’mon, slut, milk my cock,” he pants and slams into you, lost in the way the water reflects around your curves and how your thighs are locked around his waist. He swears your body listens, some reflexive instinct that has your pussy clamping around his shaft until he can feel the veins of his cock squishing into your walls. 

The orgasmic build starts rushing up his spine, inflating the base of his cock inch by inch. 

“Holy shit, fuck~” you whimper at the first stretch of his knot. “Kat–Katsuki, ‘m so fucking full!” 

Finally he bursts, knot bulging into your gumminess until you’re plugged with him. His cum spills into your tight channel, filling you whole. 

Your sweet, stupid omega brain can barely comprehend the stretch. Another orgasm wrecks your body, has you falling face first into the pool. Katsuki scrambles to grab you, hoist you up and into his arms as you gasp and crest and cum all over him again. 

He can’t help but chuckle, easily maneuvering his back to the pool’s edge. He lets you calm down in his hold, your head falling against his shoulder as you try to breathe. 

“Get what you wanted, brat?” 

Katsuki pats your bloated belly, making you squeal as he rubs the heel of his hand against his knot. 

You nod dumbly, eyes closing to focus on the feel of him. He smirks realizing you’ll never forget him, your first knot. Omegas really are so emotional. 

Yet he’s taunted by the stupid bikini bottoms still floating in the water, mocking just how easy it was for you to boil him down to his base instincts. 

He’s too old for this shit. Especially as you start grinding down against his knot, cooing, reminding him you’ll be fucking him until your heat decides it’s done with him.