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violet-1atte · 5 months

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

The grand finale! <3

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

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

It’s time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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frenchfrywrites · 3 months

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Kinktober Day 18

Omegaverse

MINORS DNI

Warnings: Alpha amab gn top (lowkey) dom reader, Omega bottom (lil bratty) trans Thranduil, omegaverse, squirting, very light breeding kink, maybe butchered sindarin

Terms used for thranduil: cunt, clit, hole, chest

Thranduil hasn't had a heat partner in a millennium.

For so long he has laid alone when the time comes, surrounded only by his own scent, sedated only by his own hands. It has made him dread his heats, a time he once looked forward to eagerly. He's been alone so long he's forgotten nearly every aspect of how it feels to be touched by someone else— to have an Alpha with him.

This heat is different, for Thranduil has you beside him. This is the first heat in ages where he feels excited, even though the heat working under his skin is beginning to feel uncomfortable. His heavy robes do not aid him, and— due to the nature of his heat— he cannot help but imagine you helping him disrobe. Flush rises to his cheeks as his mind wanders to how else you will take care of him.

You'll be so good to him. He's known for so long that he's wanted to share his heat with you. Thranduil gets lightheaded thinking about your lips pressed against his, dizzy when he goes so far as to imagine your knot.

While he places the final touches on his nest, he wonders if you might have bewitched him in some way. He thinks of you every moment that you are apart, treasures every scented item you have gifted him, and he loves you more than he would ever care to admit. An ache inside him has been soothed and melted by your presence, and he knows that he will never let you leave his side after this.

As if you can read his thoughts, a knock startles him out of his fantasies. Thranduil knows it could only be you, for he had ordered all else to stay far from his bedroom.

"Come in," he calls, loud enough for you to hear through the door. He can't remember the last time he was this nervous, and thank the Valar that you cannot hear the way his heart flutters in his chest.

When he hears the door open, Thranduil turns to look at you, trying his best not to seem desperate, but as soon as you're close enough for him to smell you, he lets out a soft whimper.

"Your nest looks lovely," and oh, Thranduil glows under your praise. He's unable to stop the prideful smirk that works its way onto his lips as he lays back, silently giving you permission to join him. You're quick to take a hint, and slowly ease into his nest with him. With his crown removed you find it easy to run your fingers through his long hair. Thranduil purrs at the action, leaning into your gentle touch.

As if under a trance he presses his face into your neck, deeply breathing in your comforting scent. You hum at the action, manhandling him into your lap with little effort. Any other day and Thranduil would have something to say about how forward you're being, but the Omega inside him is ecstatic to have you take control.

You brush your fingers through his hair for a moment longer, then settle your hands on his waist. Thranduil's breath catches when you squeeze and kneed the flesh there.

"Please," he whispers, clinging to you. With you in his nest, making him feel safe and relaxed, your scent surrounding him, Thranduil feels feverish. His robes now feel heavy and sticky against his skin. If he doesn't feel you inside of him soon, he thinks he may cry.

You tug on his hair lightly (and Thranduil tries very hard to ignore how his cunt throbs at the light pain that accompanies it), nudging his face out of your shoulder. Sweetly, you kiss him as you work his robes off his body.

"I need—" Thranduil begins, breathing the words into your mouth, and— again, as if reading his mind— you lay him gently on his back, removing his clothes, then pulling back to see him revealed to you.

"Beautiful," you praise. Thranduil preens under your gaze, trilling softly as your hands grab his thighs possessively.

You lean in, kissing the expanse of his chest, "so pretty."

"Yes, yes," he tries to sound dismissive (though it comes off far more pleased than anything), desiring your lips elsewhere. You pay his neediness little attention, and instead take one of his nipples into your mouth. Thranduil purrs, letting his hands cup your face tenderly. For a fleeting moment, his heart sings with how much he loves you, and how happy he is that you make him feel so good. Then, as you give his other nipple the same treatment, another wave of his heat rushes over him.

"Meleth nîn, touch me," he urges, pressing your head lower. Much to his relief, you let his hand guide you, kissing along the expanse of his stomach, down towards his thighs. Thranduil allows you kiss and suck marks into his flesh, for it makes him feel uniquely yours.

It's sweet seeing you kiss bruises into his skin, yet tortuous at the same time— with your mouth so close to his cunt, and yet not directly pleasuring him. Thranduil feels borderline uncomfortable with how worked up and desperate he is. His discomfort seeps into his scent, and you look up, giving him a worried look.

"Please," he croaks your name, "I need your knot, Alpha."

Your eyes darken at his pleas, a low growl rising up from the back of your throat. Thranduil gushes slick at the sound of it.

Again you pull back, and much to Thranduil's delight, you begin to undress.

Thranduil takes in every detail of your body, licking his lips at each inch of skin that reveals itself as you remove your clothes.

You gaze at him with as much, if not more desire as Thranduil looks at you. He is perfect in his nest, his hair splaying around him like a halo on the pillow he rests his head against. Involuntarily, his long legs spread, so he can show you— his Alpha— how much he needs you.

Despite the fact that he had not laid with another in so long, Thranduil is not unaware of how he must look. Pride swells up inside of him when he sees your cock twitch at the sight of his slicked cunt, red and aching for attention. Quickly you make yourself at home between Thranduil's long legs, and relief washes over him.

"I need—" he starts, feeling agitation itch inside of him,

"You need my knot, sweetheart?" you cut him off, guessing correctly as you run a finger from his clit to his hole. With how sensitive he is, and how heavily your scent surrounds him, Thranduil chokes at the feeling. You coo, "well, my love, I think you've waited long enough."

Even without the assistance of oil, you're easily able to slip your finger into his sticky cunt, and Thranduil cries out. His back arches, and the Omega part of him nearly takes over from how good it feels to finally be filled by an Alpha again.

"Oh darling," he can hear you faintly over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. "You're so tight," you mutter to yourself, wiggling your finger inside of him.

Though he is tight, he opens up quickly, his body remembering how to yield and stretch to fit an Alpha inside. Soon, you're able to slide in a second one. Thranduil nearly sobs as you begin to scissor your fingers inside of him, further stretching him open for your length.

"Please, oh, please," he gasps, reaching for whatever of yours is closest to him in his nest, and pressing it to his face so he can inhale your scent deeply. While still fingering him, you guide the fabric from his hands, and lean in so he can instead wrap his arms around you and nuzzle against your scent gland.

"There you go Omega," you hum softly, licking against Thranduil's own scent gland. He keens and clenches around your fingers, the urge to submit to you hitting him like an arrow to the gut.

"Thranduil," you groan his name softly, and the elven king hiccups, tightening his hold around you.

"I need your knot," he gasps, "I need you inside, please, ah-Alpha, give me your cock, give me ah-a baby, meleth nîn." You moan at his whining, adding a third finger, just to make sure. In the end, Thranduil will be glad you took your time with him, but now he just feels that much more teased and tortured. Every second that passes where your cock is not inside him is agony.

Finally, with a lick to his scent gland, you pull your fingers from him. Thranduil clenches around nothing, whining loudly and sinking his nails into your skin. A displeased and impatient scent rolls off him in waves.

"Just a little longer, love," you assure him, lathering up your cock with oil, before aligning with Thranduil's hole. He's practically glaring at you, but you know it's simply because of how overwhelmed and on edge he is.

Gently, you hold onto his thighs, and press your hips forward. Thranduil's jaw drops at the sensation of finally being filled. He's tense all over, but when you purr and rub your scent gland against his, he sinks into his nest.

"So good," you hum softly, kissing one of his pointed ears, "taking me so well, my good Omega." Thranduil moans, purring in tandem with you. He clings to you like you'll disappear if there's even an inch of space between you.

"Are you alright?" you ask, once your entire length is pressed inside of him.

"Yes," he gasps, fluttering around you, and adjusting to your stretch. He wants to tell you thank you, but the words do not form in his mouth. Instead he tugs you down and kisses you until you're both breathless.

"Move," he breathes against your lips, and you don't need to be told twice. Ever so gently, you begin to thrust your hips, pressing your cock against all the right places inside of him. Thranduil groans, finally feeling the feverish heat subside.

"Fuck," you groan, bringing a hand up to squeeze his chest, tugging his nipple between your fingers. Thranduil's breath hitches, his chest arching into your touch.

"Faster," he begs, jerking his hips back against your cock, "please," he adds quickly. Again, you do everything in your power to please your elven Omega, obeying his every request. "Yes, oh—" he gasps, clenching and twitching around you.

He looks so perfect under you, his typical kingly poise and composure is nowhere to be seen; he's needy and sticky and flushed all over. You've never seen a more beautiful elf in your life.

"You're so perfect," you tell him, "my darling, my Omega, all mine, ah, and so good for me," your ramblings make him flush and groan.

"Close," Thranduil gasps as you readjust your hips and press your cock impossibly deep inside of him, "ecë nin?"

"Yes, cum for me, ah, let me see you cum on my knot, sweetheart," and being the good, obedient Omega that he is, Thranduil does as he's told. He squirts, moaning your name between babbling in sindarin, his eyes rolling back into his head as you follow soon after him, filling his womb and pressing your knot inside of him.

"Thank you, meleth nîn," Thranduil whispers, when he's caught his breath.

"Oh darling," you hum, tucking a lock of his fine golden hair behind one of his ears, "you don't need to thank me." Thranduil knows this, but he feels thankful all the same. Finally, the heat has subsided, and he knows he has someone who will take care and love him for years to come.

A contentedness that he'd been seeking for years settles over him, with your knot filling him in all the right places, and your lips kissing his skin so softly. A satisfied grin works itself onto Thranduil's face as he nuzzles closer to you, closing his eyes and bathing in the comfort of your scent. Heat will overcome him many times more before the night is over, but you will care for him.

#ehe i feel like this is sooo different from how i normally write but i had sooo much fun with it #spice #cw omegaverse #kinktober/2023 #.lotr

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adminbryantsaki · 6 months

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Tarragon

Alpha! Shouta x Omega! reader Winter Rut.

(I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: Omegaverse shenanigans, sex scene.

WC: 844

You were wrapped up in a fluffy blanket front of a window in your log cabin, watching the snow fall outside, with a fire crackling away in the fireplace. You had your face pressed up against the glass as you could smell the cold, crisp scent of the snow outside. Your head turned to the front door when it opened, showing that your Alpha had returned home from a grocery trip. You ran over and gave him a hug before he could even take his shoes off.

“Missed me, didn’t you?” He asked as he hugged you and guided you out of the entry way so he could close the door and begin putting the groceries away with your help. As you put the bread and eggs away into the fridge, he checked the crock pot that he had prepared that morning with some white and red onions on the bottom, sliced up chicken that was previously frozen, a whole head of cabbage that had been chopped up, along with granulated garlic, paprika, bay leaf and tarragon that made the cabin smell amazing. He stirred the contents in the crockpot before putting some rice he bought from the store that day into the rice cooker along with some water and setting the machine to cook while he arranged the freezer for the new packages of meat that he purchased earlier in the day.

You sat in your chair and rested your head on the table as you watched your Alpha finish putting the groceries away and plating what he made for dinner. He walked over, setting plates of food in front of you and him, sitting down to finally eat. The two of you enjoyed the meal as you talked about your day.

Once the meal had been eaten, Shouta set the dishes in the sink to soak before he picked you up from your chair and carried you to his den in the living room where he laid you down on the thick, warm blanket and kissed you gently. You nuzzled into his neck and you could smell the scent of pine trees after a heavy rainstorm and hot coffee coming from his neck and filling your nostrils, making your brain go fuzzy with the underlying pheromones coming from his rut scent. “Alpha’s in rut. Do you need help?” “Would I have you in my den if I wanted to take this rut on alone? Of course I’d love to have your help.” He told you and kissed your neck, gently dragging his teeth along your sensitive flesh as it was exposed to slight draft of cold air. You gasped and gripped onto his shirt as a shiver was sent down your spine.

“I-I’ll help you. Just get me warm. Your den has a draft and I don’t like it.” You told him. He kissed you and fixed the wall of his den to not let any cold air in before he went back to leaving several bite marks all over your neck and shoulders. He worked his way down, easing you out of your blanket, letting you wrap your limbs around his torso, burying your face into his neck as he slid your sweatpants off along with your underwear, and he pushed them away from where you were laying. He looked back at you and kissed you gently, supporting himself up on his arms and sliding his erection into you and making quick work of thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace, making you moan into his neck and grip onto his shirt as he rutted into you. You could smell the faint scent of the tarragon from the dinner on his skin which helped you relax more and let him thrust deeper into you, growling deeply into your ear. You came long before he did, making him smirk and keep thrusting into you until he released deep into your womb along with you cumming for a second time.

He waited a few minutes before he kissed you deeply and pulled out of you, laying next to you, and watching you come down from your high at your own pace. He pulled you close to his chest and you snuggled right into him. “You’re warm, Alpha.” You told him and he smiled. You looked out a window in his den at the snow falling outside calmly and in a peaceful manner with the fireplace crackling in the background. You felt your eyelids grow heavy and Shouta encouraged you to fall asleep as you were safe in his arms. You did so and he fell asleep soon after you did.

The End.

#bnha #admin writes #mha #bnha aizawa #bnha omegaverse #mha aizawa #mha eraserhead #bnha eraserhead #shouta smut #aizawa shota #aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta x reader #shota aizawa #shouta aizawa #kinktober 2023 #mha kinktober #bnha kinktober #spicetober 2023 #spice tober 2023

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tracingpatternswrites · 7 months

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Day 9 of @hpkinktober and it's time for... Omegaverse! It has been my guilty pleasure for a while, because it's simply delicious when it's done right, but I've never been brave enough to try to write it myself. But here we are. Please be nice.

Title: An unexpected beginning Rating: E Pairing: Wolfstar WC: 3,894 Warnings: Omegaverse Summary: Remus Lupin works for an Agency where rich Alphas can hire omegas to help them get through their ruts. One day he gets called to 12 Grimmauld Place and finds himself eye to eye with a certain Sirius Black.

Read on AO3.

Teaser below the cut.

Remus double-checks the note before he lifts his gaze to the impressive townhouse in front of him. The house is intimidating, and on this street in north London, it must cost a fortune. There is nothing unusual about that though, most people who go through the agency are wealthy. Hiring an omega during a rut is expensive, and the people who opted for that solution were generally well off.

Remus takes a deep breath as he picks his bag back up before he makes his way up the small pathway to ring the doorbell. It only takes a moment before the door opens, but Remus is surprised to find the hallway empty.

“He can come inside, Kreacher will take him to Master.”

The voice comes from somewhere down low and when Remus looks down he sees a wrinkly house-elf with long ears and a crooked nose blink up at him. The elf motions for him to step inside and Remus finds himself quickly, stepping over the threshold. A house-elf. This guy must be seriously loaded then.

Remus walks behind the creature down the hallway, glancing around. The house is beautifully, and expensively, decorated. Even Remus, with his limited experience, can see that. He never stopped being amazed at how much money some wizarding families apparently have.

Remus has been working for the agency for nearly a year now. Job options are slim for an omega werewolf, but this is something he not only can do but has become quite good at. He has to put his status in his file, of course, but it turned out that for once being a werewolf actually worked in his favour. There are apparently a number of rich Alphas out there willing to pay a premium to fuck a werewolf omega.

“Master’s guest is here,” the house-elf announces after having led Remus down the hall and into a plush looking sitting room which was roughly the same size as Remus’ whole flat.

The house-elf bows deeply before shuffling back into the shadows and Remus takes a deep breath. He forces a smile onto his face, the same he always wears with his clients, and steps forward to greet the man who apparently owns the house.

Fuck.

Remus’ belly does a little flip as he finds himself standing face to face with one of the most gorgeous men he’s ever seen. He is tall, broad over the shoulders, and even though the man is (sadly) fully clothed, Remus can see his muscles flex underneath the fabric. He’s pale with long dark hair, sharp cheekbones and silvery eyes that rake over Remus.

Suddenly Remus feels very self-conscious, and he can’t help but straighten his back slightly. There is a flicker of something over the man’s eyes, approval maybe, and Remus immediately feels a flash of pride in his chest. The man has seen a photo of him, has received all of his measurements from the agency, but Remus has learnt the hard way that this was never a guarantee.

“Welcome, I’m Sirius,” the man says, holding his hand out and when Remus takes it his belly does another swoop at Sirius’ firm grip.

“I’m Remus,” he replies, wondering if Sirius picks up on the little quiver over the words but Merlin’s beard, this man is gorgeous and Remus just can’t help it.

There’s a little tension over the man’s (Sirius’) shoulders, and he looks a little fidgety as he crosses his arms over his chest and then releases them again. It’s the rut approaching, Remus can sense it, smell it, and he feels something sizzle through his body. Sirius is watching him, a sharpness to his gaze that Remus recognises only too well.

“I’ve prepared a room for you,” the man says, and his voice does something wonderful to Remus’ insides. “Kreacher can take you upstairs and you can get settled. I’ll be down here when you’re done.”

“Uh, okay,” Remus says, swallowing, and then the house-elf is there again, prying Remus’ bag from his hands.

“He can follow Kreacher,” the house-elf croaks and Remus sees no other option than to follow him back out the room and up the stairs from the hallway.

Continue on AO3.

#naughty wolfstar #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #omegaverse #alpha sirius black #omega remus lupin #alpha beta omega dynamic #kinktober 2023 #my writing

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sailtomarina · 6 months

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You’ll be mine

Draco x Hermione | Kinktober Day 29: Knotting cw: omegaverse, explicit sex

It started with a hint.

The barest wisp of a honeyed fragrance called to him like a hummingbird to nectar.

He wanted to bury his face in the cloying sweetness. Draco had never smelled anything so mouthwatering since his Alpha designation. He’d never dreamt he’d one day stumble across a pull so strong he’d lose all sense of self, stumbling along like a virgin to sacrifice.

Imagine his surprise when he found himself face to face with Hermione Granger.

It took him a beat longer to realize he was in her office.

In his haze, Draco had managed to ascend four levels and through several doorways to make his way here, now, and at a complete loss of what to do next.

“Earth to Malfoy.”

He blinked, sound rushing back and everything coming into sharp focus. Her grounding gaze, dark with tiny flecks of gold, bore into him, her brow wrinkled in possible concern. He couldn’t help but trace her figure with his eyes, the clenched jaw, the way her white blouse gaped open and left her delicate neck exposed, her pert breasts tantalizing him in the plunging neckline.

She cleared her throat and he brought his eyes back up, unabashed at his perusal—he didn’t think there was anything wrong with appreciating her blatant display of femininity.

“What do you want?” she continued to ask. Rather than folding her arms underneath her breasts like he expected, she instead shifted back to lean against her desk, keeping her posture loose.

“I can smell you.”

She didn’t look offended in the least at his proclamation. She just tilted her head, still considering him. He couldn’t stop staring at the expanse of skin at the curve where her neck met her shoulder. It was where her mating gland should be, if not disguised by glamours. A trickle of sweat worked its way down into the collar of her shirt, and he was hit with another powerful wave of pure, unadulterated Granger.

Honey.

Spice.

A sip of his favorite fire whiskey, aged to smooth perfection.

“Good.”

Her reply was not what Draco expected.

“You do realize if I can smell you, then so can every other Alpha in this building?”

“You’re the only one I want.” With that shocking revelation, she proceeded to carefully roll up her sleeves, exposing the swollen glands of her wrists and enveloping him wholly in the essence of her Omega.

He stumbled forward in desperation, helpless to her allure and the idea that she wanted him. She didn’t even move when he caged her in, hands crashing down on the surface of the desk and pushing between her knees.

“Tell me to stop, Granger, please tell me to stop.” He buried his face in her curls, still holding back from outright touching her.

Every fiber of his being screamed at him to grab on and take her atop her desk, their past history be damned. Truth be told, doing so would fulfill a long held fantasy he’d carried for years—before their designations, before her marriage and almost immediate divorce, before his failed engagement, before he walked in every morning to see her at the lifts looking just as vibrant, just as passionate as she ever had. More so.

“I don’t want you to stop. I want this.” There was no hesitation or doubt in her voice.

“But, why?”

Idiot, idiot! Why are you questioning this?

“Because I’m sick and tired of waiting for you to get off your proper arse and approach me.”

“You’ve been…waiting?” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Nothing she was saying made any sense.

“Why do you think we always see each other at the lifts every morning?”

“We just happen to start at the same time—”

“Don’t be daft.”

His mouth clicked shut at her reprimand.

“Didn’t you think it was odd how often our friends have been throwing us all together?”

He did think it was odd. First Pansy and Neville. Then Harry and Theo. Even Luna and Blaise. Their two circles were overlapping more and more, and he’d found himself awkwardly single alongside her at more pubs than he could remember. They always ended up sitting next to one another as the others paired off.

“I didn’t notice…”

She snorted as he trailed off trying to remember every instance they’d seen each other over the years.

“I came to the realization that if I just waited for you, we were never going to happen. We’d dance circles around each other until the end of time, until I found some boring politician or you gave in to an approved marriage.” She listed out the possibilities in as matter-of-fact of a voice as Mother discussed her daily schedule at breakfast. “So no, I won’t tell you to stop. I will tell you to get over yourself and shag and knot me right here so I’m forced to cancel all my meetings for the day, then fill me so full that I’ll need a plug to keep every drop of you inside of me until you shag me again. Tonight. In my flat.”

His mouth dropped open at her demands, his cock drawing painfully tight against the front of his trousers.

“Well?” she said tartly, raising a brow.

He remained silent, still warring with himself over the very idea of his fantasies becoming reality. She wanted him to take her here, now, even going so far as to plan for a repeat session later tonight. She wanted him to knot her, which meant he’d be stuck in her for hours unable to move.

She wanted him to knot her.

“Granger?” His voice came out lower than he’d intended, rough with the possibilities of what she had implied.

“Yes, Malfoy?” She remained falsely sweet, her smile curling at the tips like some kind of succubus. Her skin had flushed a flattering pink shade, perspiration covering her with a delightful shimmer.

“If I knot you, I’m going to want to bite you. You know that, right?”

“Ob-viously.” She sounded like his bloody godfather.

“You’ll be mine.” His voice shook in excitement. Granger in his bed, her curls strewn across the bed, her heavenly scent clinging to his sheets and his skin.

Get a grip. Don’t muck this up.

Draco slid one hand in the crook of her knee to pull her wide enough to ground himself into her, letting her feel how hard she’d made him, how the idea of taking her and keeping her, was everything he wanted.

“You do realize,” she grabbed onto his neck down to her, lips brushing against his own mating gland, “that you’ll also be mine.”

She shifted and bit down onto his lower lip hard enough to break the skin and taint their kiss with a faint copper taste, her legs winding up and around his hips.

All reservations faded into a rush of senses as they fell into one another, playing out every one of her demands. They knocked over every item on her desk and sent neat piles of paper flying into disarray. She held him tight to her as he swelled and locked them together, murmuring praise and petting his hair.

Fuck if he didn’t love every bit of it.

Her scent surrounded him. Every thought pushing to the forefront of his mind was of her beneath him, on top of him, surrounding him. Her embrace was comforting in a way he had rarely experienced, romantic or otherwise. It felt right, like coming home after wandering for far too long.

He laid on her for a little over twenty minutes before she thumped him on the back and jolted him out of his stupor.

“Huh?”

“Your weight is lovely and all, but since we’re going to be stuck together for quite a while yet, I think it best we move somewhere a bit less air restrictive.”

“Oh, shite, sorry!” He was crushing her like it was his first time.

Nevermind the fact that this was his first time knotting, well, anyone.

He propped himself up on his elbows to look around the room, looking for an appropriate spot. Hermione helped push him back to standing, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and nodding her head towards her chair.

Lifting and carrying her to the other side while he was still inside of her was every bit as awkward as it seemed, despite the knot actually helping keep her in place.

“We’ll want to enlarge it for us to both fit,” she suggested, before reaching her hand out to summon her wand and doing just that.

“Wow, your chair is really comfortable,” he said with surprise. He hadn’t expected much from the mesh and plastic contraption when he’d first looked at it. It certainly wasn’t anything like the sturdy armchairs he had grown up using.

He shifted around to test the cushioning, pressing into the springy back support. The bottom was soft and didn’t stick to his naked skin like leather would have.

Granger leaned forward, her naked breasts pushing flat against his chest and her lips tickling his ear. “It has wheels, too.”

Tensing his legs, he pressed his feet against the ground and pushed.

The chair went flying backwards into her bookshelf, knocking photo frames and other knick knacks down onto their heads. One particularly well-aimed frame smacked him on the face as he looked up before landing between their bodies face up to reveal Potter and Weasley’s faces grinning up at him.

“Oh, gross.”

Hermione’s charming laughter bounced around the room, her warmth around him vibrating the knot. It was an odd sensation he thought he could get easily addicted to.

She picked up the picture frame to reset it back on the shelf. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts now, Malfoy.”

“That would be rather gauche of me, don’t you think? Especially given that I’m still inside of you and plan to be so repeatedly.” He pumped his hips up in emphasis, and grinned at her gasp.

In retaliation, she leaned over and dragged her teeth over his neck gland. The resulting throb straight to his cock was instantaneous. He couldn’t help but yelp from the sensation, his hands squeezing her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

She giggled with a smile straight out of a villainess' playbook. “If you think I’m going to just warm your cock like some passive participant, you don’t know me at all.”

He huffed in acknowledgement, even as he fought his own chuckle.

“To be honest, nothing you’ve done today has been anywhere near the realm of my expectation.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.”

She was hugging him again, their torsos flush against one another and her fingers combing through his hair. He couldn’t help but run his hands down her sides and over her plush curves, kneading the muscles of her cheeks and causing her to sigh in pleasure.

She was ridiculously warm, but not so hot as to indicate a full-on heat. She must be close, though, given the strength of her pheromones and the tackiness of her skin.

“When do you go into full heat?” he asked, keeping up his massage and letting his eyes roam her office.

“Any day now, but I expect as soon as tonight now that you’re here.” Her hands had begun a massage of their own, kneading his scalp and neck. It was heavenly. “I want you to bite me near the end.”

Draco pulled back to look at her, ignoring the delightful way she shifted around him as he did so.

“It doesn’t have to be this soon, you know. I can see you through this heat and give us both more time to think about it.”

She looked affronted at the mere suggestion. “I meant what I said, Malfoy. I want us to claim each other.” She nipped once more at his gland and he twitched hard inside of her, making them both groan.

“You keep doing that and we won’t be leaving your office anytime soon,” he threatened.

She pouted even as his eyes twinkled at the prospects of taking her on every available surface of her work space. He wanted their scents on everything, and to laugh at her stuffy coworkers sitting unaware on top of where they’d shagged each other silly. But that could wait for another day, when she wasn’t on the cusp of her heat.

She squeezed her inner muscles and grinned at the glare he sent her. Minx.

And, soon enough, his minx.

2097 WC

10/29 “knotting” prompt from @hpkinktober

Cross-posted on Tumblr and AO3

I’ve never actually written an omegaverse piece, despite enjoying reading fics of it very much. I underestimated how much I’d struggle trying to make a more empowered Omega and an Alpha both possessive but also willing to hand over the reins to a woman he’s long admired. I hope I did okay. I had to stop before I was truly satisfied because otherwise I’d never get this posted on time.

#harry potter fanfiction #dramione #dhr fanfiction #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy #hp kinktober 2023 #omegaverse

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generaltrashshecox · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day 9:

Glory Hole | Lactation | Stripping (Shayne/Ian omegaverse)

Wow 2 omegaverse fics in a row? O!Ian A!Shayne Implied mpreg

It was the first day back after having the pups and Ian was feeling confident. After months at home taking care of and feeding little ones he's was happy to get back into the swing of work of course with his alpha by his side. He even felt good enough to join in on some videos for the shoot week. During lunch everyone was hanging out in the lunch room as usual and somebody was watching tiktoks at full blast when he heard a baby crying. He turned to tell whoever it was to turn it down when suddenly he felt his breasts let-down. He felt his nipples start to leak and his eyes widened as he crossed his arms over his chest making his way to his office. He texted Shayne to come quickly and sat in his chair mortified as he felt his shirt start to get soaked. Shayne knocked on the door before stepping inside.

"Everything alright, babe?" he asked gently and Ian moved his arms to show him his now soaked through shirt. "What happened?"

"I don't know! I was eating lunch and then somebody was watching tiktoks and I heard a baby cry and now-" he gestured to his chest. He buried his face in his hands embarrassed. "Can you... Help me?" he asked gently and Shayne tilted his head.

"How?"

"They usually don't stop until one of the little ones feed so if you could-" he fidgeted nervously.

"Feed from you?" he finished for him. Ian nodded his head not looking at him. He stepped closer to him putting a hand on his chin lifting it up. "Don't be embarrassed it's normal. And I'll do it happily if it makes you feel better," he said with a smile. Ian blushed wondering how he got so lucky to be mated to such a sweet and gentle alpha. Our alpha, his brain whispered and he leaned into his touch. Then he felt more milk leak out of his breast and he whimpered. Shayne pulled away hand going to Ian's shirt lifting it up to expose his torso. His chest was swollen and leaking and his breath caught in his throat.

"So do I just-" and he nodded before he got the sentence out and putting a hand behind his head bringing him closer. He could smell it creamy and sweet and he flicked his tongue at it before finally wrapping his lips around it suckling gently. Ian sighed in relief as milk filled his mouth slightly sweet and more tangy than he thought but it was delicious and he moaned as it came from Ian, his omega. He knew he needed this so he drank gently gulping down his nectar mind getting clouded. He flicked his tongue at it again not being able to help himself and Ian moaned. It didn't feel this way when he was feeding the pups but fuck Shayne's wet hot mouth on him always had him feeling like this. He held the back of his head pulling closer as he felt himself start to slick. Shayne groaned as he did flicking again before biting as he drank making him cry out. He could smell his arousal thick in the small office. He pulled away looking up at him eyes blown.

"Right now?" And Ian whined almost embarrassed before he nodded. They got up Ian sitting himself in his desk making sure to move important things out of the way as Shayne locked the door. He came back and kissed him and he tasted his milk on his tongue making him whine. "You taste good don't you?" he asked gently. Ian whimpered at that before he pressed a kiss to his lips again as his hands went to his pants. They knew they didn't have much time until somebody was knocking at his office door so he took off his pants quickly before Shayne pushed his to his knees. He spread his thighs watching the slick stick to them as he did. He lined up before pressing in easily groaning and Ian moaned leaning his head back. He fucked into him gently making sure to press against that spot that made him shake. He looked down seeing how flushed he was and also saw he was still leaking and he leaned down taking his nipple into his mouth once more and suckling as he buried himself. Ian groaned gripping the back of his head as he did.

"Fuck Shayne-" he cried out and Shayne groaned always loving the way he moaned his name. He bit down again and his fingers buried themselves in his hair as it sent a shockwave through him. He was drenched he felt it as Shayne pounded into him and he would definitely have to get his desk cleaned. They knew they weren't going to last long their sex life non-existent with their little ones but that was perfect. Shayne felt his knot start to swell and Ian felt it too pressing against the rim of his opening.

"Knot me alpha," he groaned trying to force it into himself but he pulled back.

"Not now pretty omega," he said growling. He tried to keep his brain cleared for a moment. They couldn't be stuck together at the office. Ian whined at his rejection but he nuzzled into his neck kissing their bonding mark making him gasp. "I'll knot you when we're home fill you full again," he said slamming into him over and over. He didn't like it but he agreed whining and baring his neck more and he nibbled on it. His hands went up to his chest massaging them and he groaned feeling so much relief from it getting closer and closer. He left his neck going back to his chest lapping at the milk that had leaked out from his massaging before suckling a nipple into his mouth once more. He bit again and that sent Ian over the edge cumming with a cry and he pressed more into his mouth. Shayne wasn't far behind feeling how wet and tight he was and having his taste on his tongue filling him up making sure his knot didn't press in. They laid there for a moment Ian running a hand through Shayne's hair absent-mindedly as he laid eyes closed basking in the after. Soon they would have to get back to work but right now they just enjoyed each other Shayne pressing kisses wherever he could.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door snapping them back to reality and they pulled apart getting dressed quickly. They looked at each other sheepishly knowing once the door opened everyone in the office would smell it but they giggled just a bit at the thought. Shayne pressed a soft kiss to his lips smiling.

"Next time you don't have to ask."

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #lactation #omegaverse #shian #shayne x ian #shayne/ian #shayian

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letthemusicmoveyou28 · 7 months

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Hold You With My Hands Tied by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

Explicit (12k)

Written for @omegaversekinktober23 - Week 1

“There’s a club in town called Habit, and they’re looking for a bartender to cover evenings and weekends. No previous experience required.”

Harry furrows his brows. He’s never been to Habit, but he certainly knows what type of club it is. BDSM.

It’s not the ideal position for an Omega surely, but beggars can’t be choosers he supposes. He tilts his head to the side. “And they would be ok with an Omega filling that role?”

Janet scans her eyes over the job description before nodding. “Yes, actually it says here Omegas are preferred but not required.”

Harry sighs.

“When do I start?”

(Or the one where Omega Harry loses his bakery job and is forced to take a temporary position bartending at a local BDSM club. It turns out to be not so bad. Especially when he catches the eye of the owner Louis, who also happens to be a gorgeous Alpha).

Title from Figure You Out by Voilà

Read on Ao3!

#larry fanfiction #1d fanfiction #larry stylinson #omegaverse #read on a03 #hlcreators #hlficlibrary #1dficlibrary #omegaverse kinktober 2023 #omega harry #alpha louis

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omegaversekinktober23 · 7 months

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Week 1 Prompts:

Blindfold, Bondage, Body modification/Wax play, Breath play, Fisting, Orgasm denial/Control, Overstimulation, Praise kink, Edge play, Electrostimulation, Sex toys

Please Remember to incorporate at least one of these themes into your fic! Remember for the fic there must be at least one member of One Direction and must be Alpha/Beta/Omega!

Fics are due Monday 9th of October! Must be posted/in the collection on Ao3 by 1PM EDT!

Parent Collection/Overview

Subcollections:

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iamfruitie · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day 5

Praise Kink

“Don’t you just look gorgeous like this, starlight~” Mare purred his praise and looked down at Mad’s body. He adored how Mad’s hands rested on either side of his head, framing his face; how his cheeks were flushed red, his lips were a deeper shade than usual, and even slightly puffy from the love bites and kisses, teeth marks and hickies covered both his neck and chest and his chest was also heaving from his pants.

“M-Mare~” Mad whined at the words, but the way he rocked his hips against Mare’s gave away how good they felt. They were both naked, and Mare rolled his hips to match Mad’s movement, getting his hard cock coated with slick.

“You are just perfect.” Mare trailed a hand down Mad’s chest and stomach, letting his nails barely scratch the skin.

“I-I’m-” Mad couldn’t get his protest out and moved his hands over his eyes instead.

“Oh, we can’t have any of that.” Mare caught Mad’s wrists and pinned them back down against the bed with one hand. “I want to see every part of your handsome face, starlight.” He grinned when Mad bit his lip to muffle the sound he made. “I want to hear you, too.” Mare kissed him as his other hand adjusted Mad’s leg by his thigh and slowly started pushing in, swallowing Mad’s moan. “There we go~”

“Mare, Mare, please.” Mad hugged his leg around Mare’s hip.

“You sound so lovely when you beg.” Mare slid his hand to hold the curve of Mad’s waist before he started his thrusts, starting soft and slow but not taking long because he got to the stronger and faster rhythm that Mad was weak for. He softly groaned at how Mad mewled at each thrust, trying to get him in deeper by holding him tighter with his leg. “I could fuck you forever. Just watching you like this is a blessing. You feel so good, almost as if you were made for me to pleasure you. And you very much deserve to be treated like the prince you are.”

“A-Alpha, please~” Mad moaned loudly, arching his back and tilting his head to the side, showing off his claim mark.

“Fuck.” Mare couldn’t help the growl that came out, eyes darkening before he leaned down and sank his canines into the marking.

“Mare~!” Mad cried out, eyes rolling and cumming from how good that bite felt. “Don’t-Don’t stop~!” He could feel Mare’s knot beginning to form, and he needed it inside of him.

“Good boy, such a good boy~” Mare growled more praises as he continued fucking Mad, dragging his tongue across the claim mark and earning another loud moan. He let Mad’s wrists go in favor of hugging him to his chest with both arms, becoming almost animalistic with his thrusts. Mad wrapped his arms around Mare’s neck, hugging him back and moaning at the top of his lungs, unable to hold back anymore.

“Please, please, Mare. F-Fill me, I want-I want your kn-knot.” Mad stammered, feeling flustered by the wording of his begs, but he got rewarded with another bite on his claim mark. Mare’s moan was muffled by Mad’s skin as he pushed his fully formed knot in and was cumming inside of him. Mad let out a choked moan as that got him to cum again, toes curling as he got to be in that wonderful state of being good and full. “M-Mare~”

“You did so well, starlight.” Mare kissed Mad’s shoulder, claim mark, and neck. “You were perfect.”

“So…So full~” Mad purred.

“Yes, you are.” Mare adjusted them so he could cuddle Mad at a more comfortable angle, running his hands up and down Mad’s back.

“Love you~” Mad giggled and nuzzled his face into Mare’s chest.

“I love you too, Mad.”

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adminbryantsaki · 6 months

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Vanilla

Alpha! Werewolf! Shouta x Omega! reader Aftercare (I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: mention of past sex scenes, Omegaverse shenanigans

WC: 1,003

You stretched out from under your blankets and snuggled back under the covers, taking in the faint scent of vanilla and orange coming from the other areas of the log cabin that overlooked the lake out in your backyard, urging your sore and aching body out of bed, gingerly putting your weight onto your legs, and walking slowly out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where you found your Alpha making waffles for you and himself. He looked over and smiled when he saw your sleeping form enter the kitchen. “Good morning, Kitty. How did you sleep?” He asked as he pulled a waffle fresh from the iron and put it on a plate for you.

“I slept okay. I feel sore and achy though.” You told him as you slid into a chair and accepted the plate bearing a waffle that was heavily topped with whipped cream, butter, and syrup. You ate the waffle and sniffed around, smelling a candle that had been lit in the kitchen area. “You like that, baby? It’s vanilla, fig, and orange. I put another candle in the bathroom for when we take a bath together after you’ve eaten then we can cuddle on the couch. I lit the fireplace with tea tree, vanilla, and orange peel over some applewood logs that I chopped earlier this year.” He told you and you smiled as you were still sleepy. He chuckled, walking over to kiss your head before he finished making waffles with the remaining batter. You nodded and kicked your legs as you finished your waffle. Shouta gave you another one and you ate it happily. He smiled and put waffles into plastic bags, putting a couple bags into the fridge and the rest into the freezer. You finished your second waffle and slid off the chair, walking slowly around the counter and hugging Shouta from behind.

“Bath now please.” You asked as you bonked your head against his back gently. He chuckled and set the dishes to soak, turning around in your arms, picking you up with ease and carrying you to the bathroom. The scent changed as you got closer to the bathroom but not by much. The vanilla scent was still there but smells of cedar and sandalwood emitted from the bathroom. You smiled and let him set you on the counter as he filled the bathtub with water. Your eyes looked at the flames of the candle as they flickered until Shouta kissed your cheek and helped you into the warm water with you behind him. You relaxed into him and let yourself soak in the warmth of the water. Shouta dropped in a vanilla, sage, orange with a hint of sandalwood that complimented the candle that was still burning on the counter. You shifted and leaned into his chest as all the scents swirled around you, making you feel all warm, cozy, and safe.

The two of you soaked in the bathtub until the fizzling and scent of the bath bomb had faded and the water had run cold. You didn’t want to get out because you liked the feeling of the water over your skin. You moved of your Alpha’s lap to stay in the water longer but he got out and pulled a fluffy towel out of the dryer and held it open for you. You huffed and got out of the water hesitantly and walked into the towel. Your eyes widened when you felt how soft and warm it was. You nuzzled into the fabric and purred. “Let’s get you changed into something warm, alright?” He spoke and guided you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where he let you lay on the bed, still being all cozy and warm as he picked out some clothes for you, laying them next to you and leaving the room for a moment to get you changed.

Once you gave him a signal that you had changed into the clothes. He walked into the bedroom and carried you out to the living room where he had set up a makeshift den with his computer set up with a movie and the fireplace within view. You let out a purr and he set you down, watching you go into the den and get cozy under your blankets, taking in the tea tree, vanilla, applewood, and orange peel scent, wafting through the house and making you sink further into your feeling of warmth and safety.

You rolled over and buried your face into a pillow where you could smell your Alpha’s scent, still faint but still here in the fabric of the pillowcase, reminding you of the past year that you both had, spending each season here in the log cabin. You loved looking out the glass sliding doors at the surrounding forest and lake that was currently blanketed in a wonderful sheet of white as the world around you had been plunged into a deep and cold winter. You remembered each season being with your Alpha as his wolf-like instincts took over each time his rut came and he would ask you for assistance with his rut, which you agreed to every time. You shifted again in the den so you were able to see the screen of his laptop as the movie began. Shouta held you close and cuddled you as the movie played. “Thank you for all the care today, Shouta.” You told him. “You’re welcome, my love.” He told you and smiled as he put an arm around you, holding you close as the movie played. The End.

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