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agathasangel · 1 year

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Playing House (alpha!agatha harkness x omega!reader)

this is my first time doing anything omegaverse so yeah

warnings: omegaverse, mommy kink, kinda unhealthy relationship, professor!alpha!agatha, innocence/corruption kink, legal age gap, smut

word count: 1778

summary: agatha was your professor, and she took you under her wing. sure she was an alpha, you were an omega, and you had a crush on her and would always try to play house, but that doesn’t mean anything! Right?

You didn’t honestly expect that Agatha would want to be your alpha. Out of the kindness of her heart, she had taken you under her wing. At the time she was your neighbor, and a professor at the local college, which you had attended. You didn’t expect anything more than that.

Your first semester, you lived in a small apartment by yourself. You had made some friends, two betas and an alpha, and you were doing well in your classes. At first. The stress got to you quickly though. Your parents began to fight and told you they were splitting up at the same time as your friends turned on you. Your performance in your classes started to drop as well. You only had one good thing left, and that was your History of Witchcraft class with professor Agatha Harkness.

Agatha was a beautiful older woman who also happened to live on your floor. She was always kind to you and made sure you were okay.

“Hey, superstar. I heard you crying, are you okay? You wanna come over, have some company while you study? I can make you dinner.”

“I- I don’t want to bother you. I’m sorry you heard.”

“No bother at all, I’m serious. I just want to help you. God, this place is so tiny. Mine has a lot more space if you’re interested.” You came over to her apartment and spent a lovely, peaceful evening with her. You felt happy and less lonely. She did make dinner for you, and she didn’t make you talk about your problems. She just sat with you, being there if you needed her.

You would sometimes come over to her apartment just to talk, just to feel you had someone in your corner. You knew Agatha was an alpha, you could smell it on her, but you never discussed it. You assumed your attraction to her was probably not returned, as she had not yet made a move and you were so much younger than she was, and such a mess. You were there more and more, until you practically lived together. You even fell asleep on her couch from time to time and she would take care not to wake you, tucking you in and making some extra coffee the next morning.

Things changed between the two of you, slowly at first. You spent even more time with her, cuddling her and studying together and having fun. Your liked to cook for her, and you thought it was fun to play house a bit with the older, more experienced alpha. It fulfilled a fantasy you had that you didn’t think was possible. But she always played along, and was loving and caring.

“You’re just adorable, baby. You made this for me?” She would say after you surprised her with dinner.

“Of course!”

You also liked to bake, and were quite good at it. You would use your talent to impress Agatha every chance you got, and it worked.

“That’s amazing. You’re gonna make some alpha really happy one day, hon.”

Agatha never acknowledged that you were an omega before. You were sure that she knew, but she never said anything about it. If you were honest, the fact that she was acknowledging it at all excited you.

Agatha liked to show that she could be protective of you as well.

“It’s okay, little one. Mama’s got you,” she would say, possessively wrapping an arm around you as you watched a scary movie. She often referred to herself as mama or mommy and eventually got you to call her by those names as well. One day she suggested that the two of you begin sharing her bed instead of you sleeping on her pull-out couch like you’ve been.

“It might be good for you. Comforting. I know you get nightmares and it might be nice to have mommy to look out for you, isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, mommy. Please let me sleep in your bed.”

You were adorably naive, oblivious to the alpha’s obvious attraction to you. To everyone else it seemed shameless, the older woman doting on you and constantly being with you. But you just took it as the affection you needed. Her being nice to you, almost too nice. You didn’t seriously think she wanted you like that. But then, you didn’t see the way Agatha stared when you weren’t paying attention, the way she watched you as you slept peacefully next to her. You didn’t know that the real reason Agatha would often shift her body when you cuddled up to her was so you wouldn’t feel her arousal. You had no idea how your scent drove her crazy, and never questioned how she would disappear into the bathroom increasingly often as your scent began to be a permanent fixture of the house. Agatha managed to control herself, knowing she would scare you off if she moved the relationship too fast. But this was killing her. She wanted you more than anything in the world.

Everything changed one day, when you were busy studying for finals. Your last semester you managed to pass, but your grades weren’t great. You desperately wanted to ace this semester and raise your gpa, and you were studying so hard that you forgot something vital.

You forgot to take your heat suppressants.

Shit.

You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t focus on studying anymore, that was for sure. And Agatha was away. Even if she was with you, would she want to be your alpha? Would she be uncomfortable? You knew Agatha would surely be able to tell.

And oh, she could tell. The second Agatha got home, she could smell it. You were in heat. It was time.

“You okay there, superstar? Need a little help?”

“I- I’m okay! Don’t worry about me Aggie…”

“No. Don’t do that,” Agatha said as she came over to you, “Stop pretending you don’t want me. I’ve been so patient, taking care of you and convincing you and making sure I don’t scare you. And now you need me, don’t you?”

“I didn’t think- I didn’t think you’d want to be with me…”

“What did you think this was then, little one? You didn’t think I wanted you? You didn’t think you’ve been driving me crazy? Of course you didn’t. Sweet, innocent thing.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. This woman you loved and wanted felt the same way about you. She gently rested her hands on you and propped you up against some pillows. She felt you shaking.

“My poor little girl. Poor baby,” Agatha said, teasingly rubbing her hands on your inner thighs, covered in slick.

“Mommy… please…”

“Baby, I think it’s only fair that you feel what you do to me before I make you feel better. You’ve been such a tease. Feel, baby.”

She grabbed your hand and placed it on the crotch of her pants, her bulge apparent. You rubbed it a bit and she let out a low groan.

“That feels so fucking good baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

You whined, growing more impatient. Agatha spread your thighs and rubbed her clothed bulge against your aching pussy.

“Please, mommy! Take me, claim me! I need you to be my alpha, please. Please I want you mommy…”

“Aww, your begging is adorable, baby. Have you wanted me all this time? And you’ve never said anything?”

“I didn’t think… I didn’t think you… ugh…”

“God, you’re so fucking naive. You’re a pretty, sweet little omega. Why would you ever think the alpha you live with wouldn’t notice you? Wouldn’t be desperate to make you hers?”

You had never really thought of yourself that way. You didn’t think you were the type of omega that someone like Agatha would be so completely desperate for. But you were, and she was.

“Make me yours, Alpha. Please.”

Agatha took it slow at first, starting with one finger, as you whined and begged for more.

She added another finger, while teasing you.

“You’re such a sweet thing. You’ve never even had an alpha before have you? You’ve gone this long without being satisfied, just trying to take your heat suppressants and live life on your own?”

And another finger.

“Poor baby. That’s not what an Omega needs. Cute little Omegas like you need an Alpha to take care of them, to own them. You’ve shown me during all these months we’ve lived together that that’s what you need. You keep pretending to be my wife, cooking and cleaning and decorating. It’s adorable, and I knew exactly what it meant. Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me.”

“I want you to be my Alpha! I want you to own me!”

“That’s right, baby. Now that you’re all warmed up, let’s finally start this.” Agatha pulled her fingers out of you and you whined at the loss, but knew something better was coming as she began taking her clothes off. Under her shirt was a lacy black bra, and she unzipped her fly.

“Mommy needs to be inside you, baby. Are you ready?”

“Please, Mommy. Please, I can’t wait any longer! I need your pups inside me!”

“Oh you do, don’t you?” Said Agatha as she entered you, causing a loud, shaky moan of pure pleasure to fall out of you. “You want Mommy to knot you, to fill you up, trapped inside you until she’s satisfied?”

You nodded frantically and begged for more, harder, it felt so good to be filled up and stretched so thoroughly.

“You’re so big, Mommy! It’s so good, you feel so good!”

“I’m gonna stretch you out, little one, you’re gonna be my perfect little Omega fucktoy! Yes, that feels better than I imagined. I’m- baby- is it really okay if I knot you, if I give you a bite, I think I’m about to-“

“Please! Knot me! Claim me! I want to be yours forever, I want your pups, please…”

You felt Agatha growing even bigger inside of you and figured this must be her knot. You have never in your whole life felt a pleasure this intense, and it was intensified as Agatha bit down on your neck as she came inside of you. You gave her a matching bite as she continued to rut inside you as you finally came.

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine. I love you, my little angel. You’ll be so happy with me, I promise I’ll give you the best life.”

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snobbyeli · 1 year

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Hate me more than I hate you - Prologue

I can hear moaning.

It's a woman with a voice so sweet, you couldn't imagine it hurling all sorts of profanities at me.

I prop myself on my hands to take a better look. There she is. Her cheeks flushed and her hair discheveled, she's moaning sweetly between my thighs while thrusting her dick in and out.

I look down on my body. I'm half-naked, with my shirt half unbuttoned to slightly reveal my breasts and my skirt fully raised to provide better access. I can see the remains of my panties next to me. Yeah, this went better than I expected. I still feel like I'm floating and the heaviness in my lower abdomen doesn't let me forget that things might go haywire at any point.

I lean towards the woman and whisper in the woman's ear.

"How do I smell now? This is the real "bitch in heat" scent you were always talking about, but you sure seem to love it now."

I can feel her flinch as I trace her back with my finger and the knot at the base of her penis grows bigger.

"....shut...up..."

"Hng...ha..ha, you... really knotted me...a slutty omega... that you hate..."

I didn't think she'd actually knot me. But now that it happened, you know what would be even funnier?

I squeeze down from the sheer enjoyment of the anguish I see on her lustful face.

"Ahh..."

"It must be hard, right? To hold back so much. Just look at those sharp fangs. You sure you don't want to put them to good use?"

I playfully touch her fangs, that are surely itching to mark me.

I turn my head to the side to expose my nape.

I can hear her audibly swallow and in the next second, I can feel a bite.

With this, my revenge has only just begun.

#wlw omegaverse #female omega #toxic relationship #manipulation #female alpha #forced bonding #original story #prologue

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siumel · 1 month

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💜 calm my head

🩵 ganqing | 刻甘 | explicit | omegaverse

💜 3.4k words

🩵 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/54654880

art by https://twitter.com/ne_go_m?lang=en

#ganqing #genshin impact #genshin fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #刻甘 #omegaverse #wlw omegaverse #Ganyu #Keqing #genshin #fanfic #wlw fanfic

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smugraccoon137 · 2 years

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Guess who finally posted their work on AO3??!!!??

Its me. I'm the guy

So if your your bored and want to read something goofy, smutty, and all around ridiculous check out Goldie and The Three Alphas!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41282205/chapters/103504980

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stereotypicalsanriofemme · 4 months

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Staggered moans draw from your butch’s chest as you watch her heave, drunk on the air that was your scent. It was that god forsaken time of year— mating season. The time of year where you got wet from the slightest motion from your alpha, and the time of year where it was impossible to not have her hands all over you. It always culminates at one point or another; a pot boiling over, a tea kettle finally screaming. A rut or a heat: whichever was drawn out first of the other.

“Hey, darling,” you said, taking a gentle step forward. Her teeth bare a little more at the small advance and she takes one step back, as if it was a practiced dance. “Are…you okay?”

“Baby,” she whined between slightly-elongated canines. “I…fuck, I didn’t expect it to hit so soon…”

“It’s okay,” you encouraged, giving her a soft smile, hand reaching out. “Is it your rut?”

What a diminutive question. Of course it was— the fucking smell of her arousal, strong like musk with cedarwood and citrus, permeated the whole damn room. No shit that she was in rut.

She gave a pained nod. “You…should probably go,” she said, pausing irregularly as if it hurt to just be in your presence. “I don’t…want to hurt you.”

She was always like this. Too kind, too caring, too perfect. She was the dream alpha for any yearning omega and you somehow lucked out with her, having her in your hands for six months now and going. You knew heats were inevitable, no different than the seasons changing. You just wanted to give her back the love and care she’s given you.

“Baby,” you said, voice quiet. “I want to help you out, please—“

“Absolutely not.” She snarled, and okay, that made some slick leak out of your sensitive cunt. Filing that away in a box for a later moment, you listen to her: “I could hurt you— fuck, I could bite you and force you to me for years, baby. I could make you bleed, I could force you through pain and I’d be too far gone to realize what I’ve done. You’re so perfect, I just don’t want to hurt you—“

“Why do you think as if I’m made of glass?!” You interject. “Please, I just want to help you this cycle. I don’t want to see you suffer, baby, please…”

Her expression is pained. “I… are you sure?” She asked, wavering. “I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you, Angel…”

“Alpha,” you cried, and holy shit; the wood doorframe your butch used to hold herself up fucking splintered and cracked under her grasp.

“Bedroom,” she growled, and in a trance from those words alone, you scurry to the bedroom with her close behind you.

The door slammed in time with her crashing her mouth against yours, grasping and squeezing your jaw open. The pressure on your face forced a high-pitched whine out of your throat as her tongue forced into your mouth, licking over every ounce of your being. She’s pressed so fucking close to you, and oh, fuck, is that her cock pressed against your leg because that feels way bigger than usual—

“God, I love you so much,” she moaned while kissing you, biting down your neck while you fumbled with the buttons on your shirt. Your hands were quickly shoved out of the way the second she tore open your blouse, buttons popping to the ground.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, looking tragically at the buttons on the floor. “I really liked that shirt—“

“I’ll buy you a new one for every time you make me come with that pretty little cunt of yours,” she gritted out, and a whimper escaped your throat as she grabbed you from the thighs and hoisted you up against the wall. Another kiss is ripped from you with her hand against your throat, making you go just a bit limp from how damn good it feels, and all of a sudden you’re being tossed onto the bed like a doll. You look up after the impact of the fall with eager eyes, and see the normal rut glow in her eyes dissipate for just a second.

“Fuck, are you okay?!” She exclaimed, rushing over to you.

“Yes, more than okay,” you encouraged, rubbing her arm. “It’s all okay, baby, don’t force yourself out of a rut for me. I can take it.”

She’s shaking from anxiety, you realize. “Are you sure?” She murmured. “I‘ll…probably be really rough…”

“And that’s a problem how?” You teased. Spreading your legs to show off the panties between your legs wet with slick, you grinned. “C’mon, pretty boy. Show me what a big bad alpha can do, yeah?”

She puffed out air as she moved towards the dresser instead of you, yanking out a clanking, metal contraption.

“Handcuffs? Ooh, kinky,” you teased.

“They’re for me,” she said, and your eyebrows rose a little. “I just…can’t risk hurting you, so please. Handcuff me to the bed. Please,” she begged.

Wordlessly, you nodded, and she moved slowly to the bed and laid down, hands above her head. You affixed the handcuffs above her head, watching her clench them into fists over and over.

“You…want me to ride you?” You murmured, and she nodded desperately.

“Please,” she groaned, grinding into the air, eyes getting that typical alpha glow in them again. “I need some fucking relief from it all, so please baby…”

Thank god for the fact you self lubricated, because the moment you took her pants off you noticed her cock was at least an inch longer than usual and much thicker. You slid the head of her cock between your folds and you moaned together, her at the slick warmth of your cunt and you at the thickness prodding at your entrance. With a deep breaths you pressed the thickness into the entrance and whined upon feeling yourself get stretched open, the utter girth of her cock pressing against every sensitive spot in your pussy. The friction of her cock inside and rubbing your walls was quickly interrupted once you bottomed out, entrance pressing against the extra bulge at the bottom of her cock. Oh fuck, that was her knot.

It was your turn to be breathing heavy, eyes watering from the length inside of you and the way you could feel her pulse and throb inside your tight cunt. “Alpha,” you whined, twitching from the feeling inside. “You’re so big…”

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby, your pussy feels so damn good,” she heaved, hips bucking up ever so slightly into the warm hole. You made a pathetic little chirp at every upward thrust into your cunt, biting onto your lip like a lifeline. The cock was still so overwhelming but you hesitantly lifted up yourself on your legs, trembling with all of your strength before dropping down again with a wet smack.

The noise ripped out of your alpha’s chest was feral, a moan combined with a half-roar, grinding into the perfect, needy hole wrapping around it. You could smell it in the air with how her scent got more intense by the second— she was losing her mind to her rut. Her hands were struggling more against the handcuffs as her hips rut up and up again in your hole. You knew damn well that just rutting wouldn’t be enough for the relief she needed…

And you know what, maybe the idea that popped into your mind wasn’t your best one yet, but my god, did it sound so good. You had only heard the filthy line in your brain spewed in pornos, moaned by needy omegas getting their cunts pumped till they cried. Yet…

“Alpha,” you sobbed out, “breed me, please!”

Her eyes shot open wide with a loud crack in the background. The sound of metal breaking into two clean pieces. You were instantly flipped on your back, legs shoved next to your ears, and shit, talk about something from porn because you were in a fucking mating press. In a mating press, like the good little omega bitch you were, with an alpha’s cock pressed into your cunt, the head kissing your cervix.

The pace she started immediately was relentless, depraved. She fucked you with the hunger of a man starved, your lower back no longer on the bed as she drilled into your pussy over and over.

“Slutty fucking omega,” she growled, letting her knot slap against your rim and balls smack against you over and over again. “You probably wanted this the whole time, didn’t you?”

“Yes!! Fuck, yes, yes, yes, alpha! Please—!” You exclaimed in ecstasy, nails dragging down her back, leaving reddened trails as a trophy for the next morning. “Wan’ your cock, alpha, pleaaaase!”

“‘Course you did, you fucking slut,” she groaned into your ears, thrusting into you with your sweet slick coating her cock, leaning everywhere. “You want my cum? Yeah?”

“Yes!” You shrieked, clinging closer. “Please, alpha, give me your cum!”

“Yeah? Wanna be a good little breeding bitch for me?” She moaned, thrusting into your pussy with a newfound aggression. “Carry my fucking litter? Huh? Wanna take my litter and give alpha some pups?”

You can only moan brokenly in response as her cock continued to batter your cervix, your legs still pressed next to your ears. Maybe this was your place. Maybe you were meant to be a good, warm hole for a big, strong alpha; a dripping bitch in heat to be taken care of and always pumped full of cum.

“C’mon, omega, take my fucking knot,” she growled, and only then do you feel the bulging in her cock grow larger and larger, smacking against your entrance and bullying its way into your pussy. An unfamiliar sensation creeped up into your body— a tightness in your cunt, a burning sensation.

“Alpha, wait, wait, wait, alpha,” you cry brokenly, clutching against her back and holding right as the knot grew bigger and bigger, entering your cunt with every thrust, “Somethin’s coming out, alpha—!”

She was so out of it, teeth bared and staring at you like you were prey. And all of a sudden, that burning feeling snapped, and you squirted. The fluid splattered as your ears rang the moment hee knot popped inside, your cunt finally stretched open and plugged with her fat knot locking her cum inside of your pussy. Everything was hazy; your orgasm milking more and more cum out of her cock that shot inside of you. It was a pleasant warmth inside of you. You felt satisfied, as if you had a purpose. You felt full.

Your panting breaths slow down over time with hers, clutching each other post-orgasm. She nuzzled your neck with the comedown, knot shoved inside of you, keeping the cum where it’s supposed to be. Just the thought made you a little more horny— the knot was there to make sure you got knocked up with your alpha’s litter. It didn’t sound like a bad idea at this point, spending some much time with your alpha, forever…the idea makes another wet gush of slick come out around her cock. However, this time it felt like a lot more, like your body was preparing itself for—

Your alpha suddenly goes still from scenting you.

“Omega…did you just start your heat?”

…it was going to be a long week.

[made 4 lesbians, lesbians interact :3 straight people this fantasy was not made for you please DNI]

#I cannot believe I fucjing wrote omegaverse bye #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #wlw nsft #nsft #lesbian #butch bait #sapphic #butch lesbian #femme bait #femme princess #high femme #femme4butch #butch4femme #stone butch #if this flops I will never emotionally recover

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moonlit-lezbthem · 1 year

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Please run. Chasing you is going to make it so much sweeter when I'm knot deep inside of you on the forest floor.

#is the monster doing the fucking #monster fucker #nblw and wlw only #wlw nsft #nblw nsft #nsft wlw #sapphic nsft #werewolf/omegaverse vibes #k!nk blog #primal play #mymoonthoughts #minors dni #men dni

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babbygirlblues · 2 years

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Sneaking Around

A/B/O AU!

Summary: Alpha!Nat is your secret girlfriend that sneaks away from the Sunday church crowd to fuck you in your fathers office.

Note: some comments could be considered impious and anti-religious hehe, but I don’t want to offend anyone so… warning there, I'm just playing around with A/B/O so please excuse anything that isn't right / doesn't make sense. If it's any good i'll make it into a series. Explicit!

18+, MINORS DNI.

Church is a performance.

The priest holds himself high above the stands as he delivers a sermon on this beautiful Sunday. His whiny voice rises and falls as he pretends that what he’s saying has any real authenticity behind it. He waves arms, calling up to God in the sky like a dramatic 10th grader in theatre class.

Your phone pings in your lap and you reach down quickly to silence it under your fathers sharp and disapproving glare.

“Off!” Your mother whispers harshly. She bends at the waist to lean across your father and slaps you with the back of her hand, waving away the phone in your hand.

“Okay, okay! Sorry.” You mumble back to her, flipping your phone into silent mode.

You look down at the screen, it’s a text from Nat:

Say it, don’t spray it Father!

You hold back a breathy giggle and your eyes immediately search for her across the hall. She’s sitting with her family a few rows up and across the aisle. Her eyes watch you, waiting to catch your gaze and she winks at you playfully when you find her.

You roll your eyes dramatically at the priest still shouting from the stand and it makes her smile.

Church is a performance because you have to sit there like you’re listening to the words spraying out of the old alpha’s mouth. Pretend that you like the heavy arm that slings around your shoulder, and your eyes aren’t constantly seeking out Natasha of their own accord in a way that feels completely out of your control.

In fact, for the whole hour you can’t take your eyes off her. The crowd seems to separate perfectly through the seats and they give you an unimpeded view of the back of her head. She turns around occasionally and her own parents nudge her arm when they notice her attention has strayed. You wish she was the one sitting next to you. Instead you're stuck with the ‘boyfriend’ your father has decided is a suitable alpha and despite your vehement protests, you will one day be expected to mate with him.

Dylan, the huge bore, seems to actually be listening intently to the priest's speech. He sits with his legs splayed out on the bench and the hand around your shoulder rests on your hair, tugging it uncomfortably. He’s from a powerful family, a “strong” - your fathers words - and large alpha who’s not completely stupid. Unfortunately for you, that means he knows how to take advantage of his status.

Your phone vibrates against your thigh and you sneakily turn the screen to look at the message coming through.

How can no-one else see that we have a literal goddess in our presence?

Another grey bubble appears:

You look beautiful

You feel your cheeks blush, she’s so sappy. Before you can type a reply, everyone starts to stand and you jump up to your feet alongside them. The group applauds the priest and Dylan enthusiastically pulls you into his side and plants a sopping wet kiss on your cheek. Inside, you gag as his tongue swipes your skin like a hot wet slug. You pretend to find it cute, smiling up at him sweetly.

As you walk out, his hand slips from your shoulder and wanders down to the small of your back. In the middle of the crowd, he drops further down to your ass and grabs a lewd palmful through your thin summer dress. You reach back to swat his hand away, feigning modesty that is really a disguised aversion to his touch.

You try to catch another glimpse of Nat as you’re led by the hand back to your fathers car. He holds a barbeque every week at the house for everyone after church. Natasha’s father is always there, he’s your fathers business partner and right-hand man, so she gets dragged along too. Something you’re perfectly fine with.

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Your fathers guests, the alphas, drink and laugh cheerfully out in the sun. You watch anxiously from behind the kitchen counter as Natasha excuses herself from the group. She slips through the back door and you watch her walk though the living room causally. You count to 15 in your head before sneaking down the hall after her.

You keep your footsteps light as you toe along the creaky floorboard when a hand clasps around your wrist and drags you into an empty room to the left. A squeal starts to escape your lips but a firm hand cups over your mouth, silencing you.

“Shhhh!” A raspy voice whispers behind you.

You turn around to Natasha beaming at you shyly.

You slap a hand to her shoulder, “You scared me!”

“Sorry, baby.” She says, “I didn’t want anyone to see.”

You look around at the bookshelves lining the room and the huge desk that overlooks the greenery outside the window. Most of the books in here are unread, only ever opened by you during the hours your father was never home.

“Jesus Natty, you chose the worst room to sneak into.” You groan at her, “this is my father’s office.”

“Oops,” She smirks.

She steps closer into your space and you instinctively lean in to hug her, your forehead resting down onto the top of her chest.

She takes a soft grip at the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair and she pulls you into a burning kiss. Her lips are soft, easy to surrender to and make you moan into her mouth. Unlike Dylan, the wetness of her tongue is delicious, you steal the tip of it between your lips and erotically suck the muscle into your mouth.

Her hips react fast, bumping into your lower stomach and she pulls you against her to increase the friction between your hips. The sucking sensation puts crude images into her mind of you on your knees for her.

She kisses you sensually, slowing down the fiery pace between you as she intertwines your hands tenderly. She pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. The intensity in her emerald gaze makes you worried, she’s looking for something in your expression.

“Are you ok?” She whispers.

Your brows scrunch up confused, “Yeah, why?” You pull your joined hands to your lips and kiss the back of her hand affectionately.

“Dylan looked like he was getting handsy.” She says softly.

She’s an alpha, she doesn’t really understand how violated unwanted touch can make one feel but she’s always been incredibly empathetic about it, always observant and cautious, even between the two of you.

“It doesn’t bother me.” You shrug, but the way you avoid eye contact when you lie to her is telling enough.

She hates it when you feel scared, she can smell it across the room, see it on your face and in your body language despite how good you are at hiding it from everyone else.

“You don’t have to do that with me,” She whispers, pulling your chin up so you’re forced to look at her.

“Do what?”

“Pretend that you’re fine.”

You run a gentle hand over her cheek, caressing the soft warm skin and trying to sooth the deep crease between her eyebrows that appear when something’s bothering her.

“You wanted to defend me?” You tease her lightly.

She grumbles something incoherent back to you. She can’t help the overwhelming desire to protect you when it happens.

You smile at her, bright and toothy, and she thinks about the sweet smile you force his way. The way he must think about you makes her furious. She feels a wild roar erupt silently in the depth of her chest and it commands that she prove herself to you. Strong hands gasp around your hips and spin you around, right away grabbing violent fistfuls of your ass. The force behind her touch sends you stumbling towards your fathers desk.

You almost faceplant into the dark wood but you catch yourself just in time, “Nat! God, what’s gotten into you?”

“I saw him grab your ass.” She growls, “In front of everyone, in front of me.”

She nips at the sensitive skin of your neck and you mewl at her aggression.

“Who does that mother fucker think he is? Hmm?”

She withdraws and steps back slightly to pull the bottom of your dress up over your ass, letting the material drape around your waist. The cool air heightens the feeling of exposure, you’ve never let her fuck you somewhere you could actually get caught.

She slips her hands inside your underwear, pulling the material under the curve of your ass and she roughly squeezes your cheeks in her fists, it feels like she’s marking the print of her palm into your sensitive skin. She pulls the round fleshy globes apart and grinds her pelvis into your exposed hole.

“He’s not mine.” You say quickly, your voice faint from the way your chest thrums excitedly at the sensation of her threatening presence against your asshole.

“Right.” She huffs, “Because you’re mine.”

“Say it.” She says, pulling the band of your underwear up to let it slap back against your skin.

You whimper at the light pleasurable sting, “I’m yours, all yours.”

“Hmmhm,” She hums softly into your ear, leaning flush up against your back. She cups your cunt in her palm and the hard bulge in her pants rubs against your hip.

Oh what your mother would say, what would Dylan think about the way you let her touch you. You hardly even kiss him. No matter how hard he tries you won’t let him grope your chest, let alone your pussy.

You spin yourself around to face her and dexterous fingers reach down to unbuckle the thick belt holding her pants up. She helps you yank her pants down her legs.

You palm her delicately through her underwear before pulling her cock out from under the waistband. She's massive and the weight of it bobs heavily in the air. Your fingers struggles to wrap around its girth properly as you give her a gentle stroke up to the base where you press your palm against her lower stomach. You kiss her lips teasingly soft, taunting her.

She growls deeply, her chest vibrating and she rips your underwear all the way down your legs. Pushing you back onto the desk, she savagely spreads your legs open and the muscles of your inner thighs complain about the sudden stretch.

You grip the edge of the desk, trying to balance your weight as Natasha moves in closer. You watch down as the space between the two of you closes and the wide pink head of her cock presses up against your entrance. Your arousal is already dripping onto her and she rubs the tip through your folds, knocking up against your clit.

She gets desperate, rutting against your entrance and she reaches down to guide herself inside. You watch the way your walls stretch around the enormous width of her, your mouth opening in a wide ‘O’, hardly able to breathe as she starts to push herself inside. The power behind her hips fights fiercely against the resistance in your walls and she moans softly under her breath.

You lean backwards with your hands behind your back, so you can stretch out to create more space for her to dig inside. It’s an uncomfortable position and you almost fall backwards from the force of her hips rutting with a strength that lifts your whole body up into the air.

"Ugh, Nat," You whimper as your arms start to shake and complain about holding your up under the force of her thrusts.

She tries to help by gripping your waists easily with her broad hands and she pulls your hips down onto her as she spears herself up and into you. Your breasts bounce under the weak confines of your lace bra, your whole body jerks back and forth from the domineering power of her thrusts. Your hands start to slip against the desk, threatening to tip you off over the back. You whine pitifully as Natasha easily pulls out and you let her yank you down off the table so she can spin you around.

“Bend over,” She says in a gravely whisper, her fingers pressing your chest down onto the hard wood surface. She grips both ass cheeks and spreads them apart to thrust herself back inside you.

With the new stability she starts absolutely pounding you into the desk. Your face squishes against the luxury dark wood and drool from your gaping mouth drips onto the surface.

She growls at the cold air and fights to push herself back inside the warmth of your walls.

“Fuck,” She huffs, “You feel so fucking good.”

She’s rocking into you passionately, her hips slapping against your ass. The crude sound of her cock driving into your wet channel reverberates through the room. Surely, anyone walking past would be able to hear exactly how well she keeps her rhythm of drilling herself inside her.

Her enormous size rips your walls open and you can’t help the small breathy moans of her name that she forces from the depths of your throat as she pistols into you.

Her heavy cockhead bangs against your cervix, brushing a pleasurable spot there that makes you see stars and your whole body trembles as a powerful orgasm creeps up on you. Your walls flutter against her and she moans at the tight squeeze against her length. Her hips slow down as she carefully rubs herself against your spasming walls and you mewl at the way she hammers against the sensitive spot inside you. As soon as your breathing starts to even out she picks up again to a brutal pace.

If your father saw Natasha like this, he’d second guess everything about how ‘soft’ she is.

She's furious, jackhammering into you and taking out her anger on your welcoming cunt. An avalanche of pent up jealousy has been simmering around her head all morning since the moment you walked into church holding his hand. The mere thought of him sitting next to you made Natasha throb painfully in her pants, her alpha screaming for her charge over and take you in front of the whole church. She’d drag you over to the front steps and bend you over the altar so everyone has a perfect view of the way she fills you.

The thought of claiming you in front of everyone, the way you whither and moan under her makes her knot start to form and it bangs into your entrance painfully with the rough momentum she maintains.

She’s not thinking clearly but through the haze she feels something blocking her hips from pressing up against your ass. You feel the hard bugle punching against you as she mindlessly tries to force herself deeper, only registering the fact that she’s not reaching as well inside you as before.

“Natty, Nat, Nat, Nat, please!” You moan her name, breathy and high pitched, your words slurring together into a long plea. Your omega needs her to knot you, it craves the connection that ties you together and binds her as part of you. It mewls inside you and you squirm and shake painfully at the empty feeling.

Natasha sees red, she hears your voice begging her and all she can do is fight harder to bring you pleasure. She steps her feet in between yours, forcing your legs to open wider to accommodate her. She lifts your hips until your toes drift from the ground and it positions you perfectly for the taking.

“Natalia,” You whimper.

She pistols into you, grunting loudly as she drives her hips forwards as hard as she can. A particularly brutal thrust tears your entrance open and you bite down hard on your fist to keep yourself from screaming as you cum. Her knot pops into you and it immediately gets stuck inside your walls that grip her tightly. The strangle hold around her knot tips her over the edge and into a pleasurable high that makes her hump into you uncontrollably, yanking your whole body back and forth against the table. She rams herself deeper and the pressure against your cervix sending you into another orgasm that curls your toes and makes you choke on the air in the middle of your throat.

When your legs stop twitching, Natasha gently lets your feet touch back down onto the ground and you take a few deep breaths as your vision comes back. Her plump lips kiss the curve of your shoulder and up along your neck. In the calm, your vision comes back and you become aware of the sweat that’s started to bead along your back, it drips down your legs and your hair clings to the dampness of your forehead.

“Shit,” She mumbles in your skin. “I didn’t mean to knot you, I’m sorry.”

She wraps you up tighter in her arms and carefully inspects your hips for bruises where she violently banged you into the hard edge of the table. Her heart thuds heavily at the purple welts starting to form around your bone and it makes her eyes start to water. She prays you weren't hurting as she made love to you.

You caress the hands that prod at your hips and start to murmur back to her how much you wanted her knot, when someone walks through the hallway and Natasha jolts upwards towards the door. You whimper at the painful way her knot tugs you up with her.

“Fuck! I’m sorry,” She whispers, “I’m so sorry!”

“Shhh,” You shush her with a finger to her beautiful lips.

You both wait nervously until you hear the footsteps retreat back down the hallway as the person finally leaves, probably going back to join the party and Natasha laughs quietly into your neck in relief.

“Are you okay?” She whispers.

You laugh softly, “I’m fine, sweetheart,” You tell her, twisting to try and face her as best you can. “Very well fucked is all.”

“Sorry.” She whispers again, this time through a huge smile on her face and not at all apologetic.

You wiggle your hips against her to check if she’d shrunk enough for you to slip out. But you curse her feracity, she’s still plugging up your entrance and you flop back down onto the desk exhausted and impatient.

“This could take a while,” You mumble, “maybe we can start cleaning this mess up.”

From your viewpoint, your fathers office is a mess. His table is covered with your sweat and everything has been knocked over - either onto the floor or scattered around the table. The draws on the other side have all been rocked open, revealing the items inside. And you don’t even want to think about the mess between your legs.

Natasha runs her fingers down your spine, tenderly massaging the tense muscles the run the length of your back.

You relax back into her, “Maybe we can pretend someone tried to rob him?”

She giggles at the blissful daze you’re clearly absorbed by. In a minute you'll be panicking again about the state of the room and she'll be frantically helping you cover your tracks.

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ilikereadingthisiswhatilike · 2 months

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An actual conversation I had with my girlfriend.

Me: Sitting on couch watching tik tok

GF: What you watching?

Me: A video where a woman explains omegaverse to her husband.

GF: Maybe it's cause you wore me down but the concept kind of seems fun.

Me: Oh? Does that mean you like omega verse now?

GF: Does not say anything

Me: Wait is that why you were asking me about wlw omegavearse yesterday? (She asked me about the wlw lore and if I found anything good)

GF: *In a very quite voice* Maybe...

Me: *I pet her head* I always knew you where a horny little omega.

GF: *Embarrassed noise and runs into my room.*

#sapphic #wlw #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #lesbian #wlw post #funny #masc lesbian #fem lesbian

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mindofadoll · 7 months

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Oh to be a Omega in an all girls Omega verse. Strapped to a public bench with a note that reads "No Mating please. Just breed my holes. " As my alpha watches me get destroyed from the bushes.

#wlw nsft #wlw ns/fw #sapphic ns/fw #lesbian ns/fw #lesbian smut #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft #wlw breeding #wlw omegaverse

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leafydoesthings · 11 months

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In another universe we're in our kitchen cooking together with music playing in the background.

#in another universe #in a silly goofy mood #cats #chainsaw man #im in your walls #omegaverse #wlw #real #most sane mitski fan #jojos bizarre adventure #mitski #jujutsu kaisen #cry for help #im sorry

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jupitertomymoon · 13 days

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Peonies, vanilla and you

explicit, 1.2k, jeon soyeon/song yuqi

omega/omega in heat, scenting, cheating

Soyeon’s in pre-heat.

Minnie is nowhere to be seen.

And Yuqi is in her nest.

Yuqi hums the gentle way she always did. Voice light and melodic nestled in her throat and lips. Blonde hair fell over her eyes while her fingers busied helping Soyeon shuffle clothing around.

Damn her, she was getting her scent all over Minnie’s, even if Soyeon had been the one to beg her to come over and help just a little bit. Just a little bit of help.

Yuqi smelt like peonies, and vanilla. Another Omega scent, laced with cinnamon. She smelt delicious, a harsh difference to Minnie’s hearty, smoky scent. Like burnt leaves.

“Yuqi-ah…” Soyeon sighed. Her legs hurt, she was breathing in too much of Yuqi. Where was Minnie?

Ah.

continue reading here 🤍

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xxhappy-chickenxx · 29 days

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self callout post here we gooo aslslfskas tysm for the tag @mousydentist ily!!! based on this bostonian legend

WIP I'm actually "working on": wlw BodyguardAlpha!Pete & Omega!Vegas au WIP I keep open in the background so I don't feel guilty: Howl's Moving Castle au Imaginary project: KPTS wlw verse Passion project: breeding kink soccer fic sequel WIP from 3 months ago: hedgehog shifter vegas canon divergence au Side WIP: loosely inspired by Star Trek vegaspete sci-fi au

there's one thing all these projects have in common... it starts w 'a' and ends w 'u' 😅 no-pressure tagging @saturnskyline @mj-ellyfish @wretchedamaranth !!

#we'll see what actually gets finished #but i have money on that wlw omegaverse fic #tag game #chicken posts

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babbygirlblues · 2 years

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prologue

Summary: A little introduction to The One Chance, a series I'll be writing from the universe of my fic ‘Sneaking Around’.

Alpha!Nat has always been the centre of your attention. You’ve been in love with her since you met her - something that took a few tries to do.

Warnings: Brief description of physical assault (adult man hits a child).

18+ MINORS DNI

The entire series will be strictly 18+ although the prologue doesn't contain any explicit content.

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The first time you saw Natasha she had blue hair.

She had the other students' attention because she started her first day at school on a Tuesday in the middle of the year. She had your attention because you were innately drawn to her, beautiful and mysteriously quiet, you couldn’t keep your eyes off her.

As the year went on, her hair slowly grew out red from the roots and you gathered all your courage just to try and talk to her. You’d spent months watching her from afar, taking note of all her interests, the jokes she laughed at with her new friends and every book that was ever tucked under her arm. She had sandwiches for lunch most days, occasionally ate from the canteen and played football with the boys from the grade above you. Occasionally you saw a little blonde girl attached to her side, a younger sister who she was very protective of.

The first time you tried to talk to her, the words just didn’t come out at all. Mrs. Jones, your 7th grade teacher, asked you to hand out papers to the class and you took your chance to finally say something to Natasha. You quickly handed out paper to the other kids in her row and when you reached her desk she was looking at you. Her piercing green eyes caught you completely off guard. You froze, mouth open and your brain stuttered over the myriad of things you had to say to her. The piece of paper in your hand was held halfway out to her and she tried to reach for it from your gasp.

“Y/N!” Mrs Jones called out, “Give Natasha her paper, please.”

Everyone turned to look at you. You snapped out of your daze and a soft smile pulled at the edges of the redheads lips. Her eyes were kind as they curiously searched yours and the attention made you blush viciously.

You quickly placed the sheet of paper in her hand.

“Come on, hurry up.” The teacher called out again, and you stumbled past Natasha’s desk to hand out the rest of the papers.

The next time you were better prepared. You’d written yourself a script and rehearsed it meticulously so that another terrible case of the tongue-tie wouldn’t happen.

On a sunny day at lunchtime you set off confidently across the field to her like a march into battle, the script clenched tightly in your sweaty fist like a sword.

You walked head down towards the grass and almost accidentally barged her over so you took an awkward step back to give her space. She watched you inquisitively and your eyes darted away from her nervously to your paper. You started to read:

“Hi -” The first word got stopped halfway out your throat when a football, fast like a bullet, hit the side of your head and knocked the paper from your hands. It felt like a slap had a baby with a punch, and that baby was a football. The stinging pain at your temple made you start to tear up and you curled your head into your hands pitifully. Natasha put a hand on your shoulder and you could feel her leaning closer to inspect the welt on your face.

“Hey! What the hell?!” She yelled out to the boys across the field.

That was not in your script. Your head didn’t hurt so much anymore but the embarrassment of being hit was made a thousand times worse in front of her. The sheer humiliation and disappointment flooding your veins made you start to cry.

“Are you oka-?” She started to ask, but you were already running off the field towards the building.

She threw the ball back to the boy's calling for it, and followed after you but you were gone.

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Eventually, the fates took the wheel and your introduction to Natasha was thrust upon you.

Your father’s new business partner and his family were invited to a dinner party hosted at your house. You stood at the doorway waiting to greet the guests and take their coats when Natasha walked in behind her father who hid her from view until he stepped aside to shake hands with your uncle. The two of you stood awkwardly across from each other in the doorway. You fiddled with your fingers nervously and you could tell she was surprised to see you.

“Hi.” You whispered. Your cheeks heated up with an embarrassing pink glow and you ducked your head shyly.

“Hi.” She replied just as softly. She admired the colour that bloomed over your face and turned your ears a hot scarlett under your hair.

During dinner you sat across from each other at the table. She was shy, her eyes would scatter away every time you looked up and caught her staring. She watched you nibble at the food on your plate and politely converse with the adults when they joined you in the conversation. Occasionally you caught each other’s eye at the same time and shared a secret knowing smile at catching the other staring.

You were packing up everyone's plates, shuffling them together and balancing the stack on your small arms when the man beside you piped up with a comment you didn’t appreciate.

“Nah, omegas aren’t worth shit,” He chuckled.

His words cut like knives at your skin. Your eyes narrowed and you could feel every eye at the table turn to you as you spoke up.

“Malacombe was the best leader we’ve ever had. She said that ‘Omegas are rare gifts to be revered’.” Your heart raced under your brave exterior and you shakily reached across him for his plate and cutlery.

“She was a lousy female, what a pathetic excuse for an alpha.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes at you and he gave you a half-hearted elbow in the ribs to push you away from him. It knocked the plate in your hands and scraps of his meal fell down the front of your shirt.

Anger took a hold of you, without thinking you knocked the drink on the edge of the table into his lap. He gasped, jumping up from his seat as the spilt liquid drenched his pants. The table jostled and the legs scraped along the ground as his knees banged against the edge. His eyes twitched with poorly concealed fury as he loomed over you at 6’5 tall.

“Y/N!” Your father boomed across the table.

He grabbed you by the back of your shirt, yanking you backwards with the material digging into your throat and he pushed into the laundry room next door.

The door slammed shut and as you turned to face him, he swung his arm and slapped his hand into your cheek right over your eye, his wide palm reaching all the way to the edge of your jaw. Your head swung backwards and you yelped softly under your breath so they couldn’t hear from next door.

“You don’t speak back to guests, and you certainly never do anything like that. You’re lucky you get to sit at the table, omega.” He spat out.

All the guests sat uncomfortably around the table. Your mother was distracting herself in the tense room by cleaning up the drink you spilled. Natasha’s heart twisted and knotted painfully at the horrific sound of your fathers palm colliding with your cheek. Not just a slap, but a hard hit against your small face. Natasha sat frozen in shock, her heart beating faster than the speed of light. Something in her roared wildly and her fists clenched at her sides under the table cloth.

Natasha excused herself after dessert and tiptoed upstairs to find you sitting in the hallway, head between your legs that you clutched against your chest.

“Sorry,” You sniffled and jumped up to your feet to step back out of her way.

She stepped closer to you slowly like she was approaching a wounded animal.

“Are you okay?” She placed a hand on your arm, pulling it down from your face.

Your cheek was still red and a small clump of purple dots bloomed along the line of your cheek bone just below your eye where your blood vessels burst under the impact of your fathers strike.

“I’m fine.” You told her with a shaky voice.

She brought her palm softly to your cheek and under her touch, your skin started to cool down. Her thumb rubbed a soothing line over the bruise and the inflamed marks started to blend back into your skin. Your cheek tingled with warm sparks under her gentle touch and the pain slowly disappeared. You leaned into her hand, dropping the weight of your head into her. She pulled you into a hug and a few tears dropped onto the shirt covering her shoulder.

It felt like she held you that night for hours. As you pressed chest to chest in her arms, your omega fell in love and you’ve been irrevocably attached to her since then.

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The One Chance (part i)

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