summary: tired of your partners being unable to keep up with your high libido during your heats, you turn to an online matchmaking service for hybrids in-cycle. when the algorithm pairs you with a gorgeous wolf hybrid boasting a 98.6% compatibility match between you, your prey instincts scream in protest, but his predator stamina may prove to be exactly what you've been looking for
Ding! The sudden digital chime cut through the quiet of your room. Your laptop was still glowing with the homepage of KnotAlone, a matching service for hybrids entering their cycles. Even now, your cheeks burned thinking of the exhaustive questionnaire you’d submitted— specifically the humiliating admission that even other rabbit hybrids didn’t satisfy your libido.
You dropped what you were doing immediately in favor of eagerly reading the match report. “Valko Ao,” you read slowly, scrolling down the profile that the website claimed you had a 98.6% compatibility match with.
Your eyebrows shot to your hairline. Not only were you compatible, but numbers like that usually indicated an ideal mate. There was just one glaring concern on his profile: he was a wolf hybrid.
Your inner prey instincts shrieked in protest. Yet, as you stared at the attached photo, your throat went dry. With his sharp jawline, striking eyes, and furry burgundy ears poking through his hair, the man was undeniably gorgeous.
Worse, his profile had a warning listed: Lupine genes present extreme rut cycles. Past cycles managed via pharmaceuticals due to high stamina projections.
So, he’s never had a partner, you thought. A pent-up predator didn’t bode well, especially not to a bunny. Even so, according to the warning, he had the exact untapped reservoir of energy that you needed to get through your insatiable heats. It certainly didn’t hurt that he was breathtakingly easy on the eyes.
A sudden, sharp throb low in your belly shattered your hesitation. The early waves of your heat were beginning to roll in, warming your skin and sending a restless twitch through your elongated ears. You didn’t have the luxury of time, especially not to second-guess the man that, admittedly, exacerbated the effects of your impending heat.
Shifting your finger across the touchpad of your laptop, you slammed the Accept Pairing button before the more logical side of your brain could talk you out of it.
In an instant, the screen flashed with a bold, celebratory notification: MATCH CONFIRMED!
A soft gasp escaped your lips. He had already accepted. Before your mind could fully process that little fact, a new interface slid into view.
KnotAlone Chatroom: Valko and You
The text bubble at the bottom of the screen was already bouncing, the three dots doing their usual rhythmic dance before disappearing, replaced by a message that was surprisingly warm for an apex predator.
Valko Ao: Hello! So glad you accepted the match. To be honest, I was worried my profile statistics would scare people off.
You blinked at the screen, intrigued. His message was devoid of the growling dominance and arrogance you had come to expect from predator hybrids. Another message came through before you formulated a response.
Valko Ao: Your profile mentioned needing someone who can match your stamina, right? That works out perfectly. My doctors always insisted that my rut cycles are too intense for a standard pairing, so I’ve just been using suppressants up until now. I’d love to help you through your heat if you’ll have me. When does your cycle start?”
You bit your lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard as a flush crawled up your neck. It was one thing to fill out personal info on a questionnaire, but it was another to openly share with another person.
You: within the next two days at least. Already feeling the warning signs :/
Valko Ao: that’s fine! I can clear my schedule right away.
His easy, accommodating response did wonders for your nerves. Over the next two days, the anticipated dread of your impending heat transformed into something entirely different. Valko texted you constantly, sending jokes, asking about your personal preferences and hobbies, and sharing bits of his own life. By the time the warning signs had become full-blown symptoms, you found that you were genuinely excited to meet him, even if the circumstances weren’t the most ideal.
You woke on the third morning drenched in sweat, your skin hypersensitive to every little touch. Your panties were already soaked and sticking to your swollen folds. It was pitiful, really, how quickly you were made a slave to your own biology, no more able to fight it than you were able to count the stars in the sky.
With a shaky hand, you reached for your phone on the nightstand, shooting Valko a simple text, followed by your address.
You: I need you
He replied almost instantly, informing you that he was on his way. With a groan, you dropped your phone onto the bed, curling into yourself and wishing you could sleep away the scorching need coursing through your body. It felt like mere minutes had passed when a knock echoed through your apartment.
You stumbled from your bed to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open to see Valko standing in the hallway, his ears twitching almost nervously. Before he could even say hello, he froze. The combination of seeing you in such a vulnerable state and smelling the sweet, heady scent that seeped from your apartment had rendered him speechless, his mouth watering and his cock already hardening in his pants.
He swallowed thickly. For a fraction of a second, Valko tried to hold onto his manners, but the more of you he inhaled, the more he felt like a wolf rather than a man. He opened his mouth to greet you, fighting every urge to pin you to the wall of the entryway and take you there, but his throat constricted and his body locked up.
You could see in the rigid set of his posture that he was at least trying to be a gentleman, but you didn’t want a gentleman at the moment. You needed him rough, and you needed him now.
While he was still trying to pull himself together in the doorway, you tugged him in by the fabric of his shirt, the door slamming closed behind him. He stumbled forward, his polite composure crumbling to dust under your touch. You practically dragged him through your apartment to your bedroom, and his hand hovered over your waist.
“I’m Valko,” he finally managed, his voice raspy as his eyes locked onto the way you were already pulling your shirt over your head.
You giggled at that, and Valko thought it was the prettiest sound he had ever heard.
“I sure hope so.” He flushed, embarrassment crawling up his spine. Obviously you knew who he was. You wouldn’t have let him in otherwise. He blamed it on your intoxicating scent. It was muddling his brain and making it impossible to focus on anything that wasn’t you. You, who was now wrapping your arms around his shoulders and mouthing at his neck, pressing your body flush against his.
Before he could even think, his strong arms landed on your hips, pushing you back slightly to make space. You pouted, and he suddenly felt like a world-class villain.
“Easy, sweetheart. I’m gonna help you,” he soothed, pushing you backwards until the bed hit the back of your knees. You fell onto the plush on the mattress, bouncing slightly. Your breath quickened. Through the haze of your arousal, you were vaguely aware that you had invited a predator into your home. You were also acutely aware that even the worst of your heat cycles had never affected you as much as the hulking man that was guiding your pliant body to lie against the pillows.
“So pretty,” he murmured, his hands ghosting over your bare skin, his fingertips skimming the lacy fabric of your bra. It was almost painful, the way his cock was straining against his pants.
You placed your hand atop his, guiding it to cup your breast. “You don’t have to be sweet, you know?”
He locked eyes with you, searching for any hesitation or reservations, and found none, only pure want and need. He surged forward, capturing your lips with his. It was messy, all teeth and tongue and unrestrained instinct.
You arched your body into his, your hips grinding against the bulge in his slacks. He groaned into the kiss, his hands shooting down to hook into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling both down in one firm tug. Your bra followed shortly after, leaving you entirely bare beneath him. God, you were a fucking vision.
The whimper he let out was pathetic, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when a pretty little bunny was completely offering herself to him. Your hands were everywhere, sliding beneath his shirt, stroking his ears, palming his leaking cock. Wherever you could reach.
He reluctantly pulled away from you once more, just long enough to strip his own clothing. His impressive build had you salivating, and your weeping pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation as he resumed his spot above you, your legs on either side of his hips.
“Please, Valko, please I need you,” you practically sobbed, staring up at him with watery eyes. Valko’s heart thundered in his chest, a possessive pang shooting through his chest.
It was too much. Your desperate pleading, your legs spread for him, your cunt on display just for him. It was maddening. He lined himself up with your pulsing hole, and you keened, eager to finally be filled, pushing your hips up to force him deeper.
You were dripping, his thick cock stretching you with ease as he sunk all the way to the hilt. You moaned loudly, your fingers clawing into the sheets. He was so big you swore you could feel him in your throat.
“So tight,” he groaned deeply, nearly growling. He was already panting and he’d only just begun. “You feel so— ngh—good.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you like you never wanted him to leave. “More, Valko, pleasepleaseplease,” you begged, urging him to move, to touch you, anything that would quell the wanton need that radiated from your core.
His hips snapped into yours, the blunt head of his cock molding your insides around him. It took everything he had not to cum prematurely. Your pussy gripped him like a vice, and he was sure this was as close to heaven as a man could get.
The delicious drag of his cock had you beyond words, only able to cry out with pleasure every time his hips met yours. Your breath was ragged as he pounded into your slick hole, and your fingernails left red claw marks on his shoulders that he would later marvel at in the mirror.
“So perfect,” Valko breathed. “Made just for me.” His face was flushed a magnificent shade of his red, and his eyes were heavily lidded, drawn to the juncture where your bodies met, your slick leaking around his cock and soaking the bedsheets.
You cried out his name, the edge of pleasure so tantalizingly close. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, spurring him on, his thrusts losing their rhythm and becoming frantic. He was already swelling at the base, but he’d be damned if he embarrassed himself and finished before you. Inexperienced though he was, he wasn’t a total prude.
He brought his thumb to circle your neglected clit, sending pleasure shooting up your spine. You squealed, arching into his touch, your pussy spasming tightly around him as your vision went white.
Valko gasped, his own release overtaking him. Hot spurts of cum flooded your fluttering walls, and his swollen knot kept it all plugged snugly inside you and kept you connected to each other.
Your vision was hazy, and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, you actually felt sated, at least for the time being until your body again demanded more of him.
Quiet settled over the room, save for the twin sounds of your heavy breaths. Valko grinned broadly, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he dropped his forehead onto yours, nuzzling his nose against your face. Behind him, his heavy tail thumped against the mattress.
It was comforting to be wrapped in such strong arms and taken care of, but the peace was short-lived; your body, in its current state, was already squirming beneath him for friction.
Valko groaned deeply, still sensitive from his release only minutes prior, but the thick smell of your pheromones was pulling him into renewed lust right along with you.
Whether it was with your knees pressed to your chest, from behind where he could watch your cute little tail twitch, or holding you on his lap to fuck up into you, he couldn't get enough of you or the sinful sounds you made when he was buried deep inside you. It was hours before he collapsed onto the bed beside you, his cum dripping down your thighs and a satisfied grin on his face as he took in how thoroughly wrecked you looked all because of him.
As your breathing finally slowed, Valko pulled you into his embrace, clawed fingers stroking up and down your back soothingly. “Are you okay? Was that alright?” he asked, his voice rough and vibrating against your skin.
“I’m perfect,” you rasped, burying your face in his chest, your heart swelling at his genuine care. “Better than perfect. I can see why your profile had a warning on it,” you laughed, recalling the words of caution on his profile.
He let out a soft, pleased sound, his arms tightening around you as if he had absolutely no intention of leaving the bed—or your life—anytime soon. It was like your scent had completely rewired the primitive part of his brain, the part that was now claiming you as his own despite the brief acquaintance. Though, to be fair, you had done more than what typical acquaintances do. He didn't think he could be satisfied being just your heat partner.
A flush crawled up his neck as he debated with himself, his wolf ears twitching nervously, but there was no time like the present. “That’s good. I’m glad I didn't disappoint.” He hesitated, the words he truly wanted to say sticking in his throat. It didn't help that you were looking up at him with wide, inquisitive eyes. Now that his more animalistic side had been satisfied and your scent wasn't sending him into a frenzy, he could take the time to admire just how delicate your features were.
“I know we still have a few days left to get through, and I’m not going anywhere, but when this is over, would you want to go on a proper date with me?”
His words had barely even registered before a bright smile lit up your face, and sweet giggles spilled from your lips. You nodded, your long ears shifting with the movement.
Valko grinned widely, his sharp teeth on display, both relieved and overjoyed that this had the potential to become more than just a means to satisfy your respective biological instincts. A playful glint flashed in his eyes as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, already planning where to take you. His mind filled with images of you—dressed up all pretty and soft and entirely his.
we have to start running a massive PSA campaign to young gay people so everyone understands there is a difference between being a dom and being a top and between being a sub and being a bottom. and also that sometimes you are neither a sub nor a bottom and you're just like shy. we need to be handing out flyers we need ads at every train station spreading the word
(Forced caretaking, omegaverse, ‘for your own good’ isms, sexual content)
I wanna talk about omega m/c getting put under the care of older pack alpha nj after passing out in public. maybe shes friends with vminkook (tae- an alpha, jk an omega, jm an alpha) who are super close with her and reassure her that nj is a good pack alpha. He won’t take liberties! They swear.
(Little does she know that the three of them have been…a little distressed about the empty state of her nest- I bet jk came home all sad about it all “she doesn’t have any scents in her nest hyung 🥺 not even her own, she smells so lonely and sad and she doesn’t know we notice, you have to fix it” and maybe nj just coos and puts jk to bed, cupping his cheek and reminding him that unless she sighs away her own custody to him there’s nothing he can do. And jk pouts but also looks and nj like “maybe we should…” and the whole pack pauses, waits. And jk just scrubs at his tired eyes and says “no it’s wrong” and even delicate mild mannered beta hobi says “but what if it’s what she needs?”
Maybe she’d been staunchly against having a pack because her last one tried to take away her autonomy. And maybe it makes her a little uncomfortable how jk always has to wear a collar when he’s out in public. Is always deferring to sj and jm when they’re ordering food. Because alpha sj is always making sure /all of his pups/ are eating enough. And maybe sometimes they hum disapprovingly when she orders for herself, making her flush and stammer and justify what she wants.
And anyway I just want her insisting it’s temporary until the government gets off her back and the others softly convincing her that being their pup is exactly what she needs.
So she moves in, into a very small room that they reassure is the perfect small nesting space for her. It’s cozy and jk has made her nest just perfect for her- a good thing- because she’s too exhausted to nest in her own anyway. The door has no lock, because her alphas should always have access to her. I’m thinking she lasts until the evening until she buries herself under her blankets and cries. And it’s jimin who finds her (the safest smallest alpha from the outside, and even if the pack knows he’s got a mean streak a mile wide). Petting over the lump she makes in the blankets and reassuring her that she’ll come to like it here in time. That they’re happy she’s safe with them now and the way that jm is talking sounds awfully permanent. But the soft clamp of his hand over the back of her neck is so soothing, she’s never been touched by an alpha like this before
I’m thinking of her coming home looking super frazzled and NJs gaze darkening when he realizes she’s not wearing her collar (she’s been taking it off when she leaves and putting it back on before she returns home.) drawing her over his lap for her first ever punishment, under the clothes because he explains to her that her omega needs to feel the touch of an alpha (not to mention that she can feel the poke of his knot against her tummy) and she’s teary eyed and squirming after her settling expecting to be sent to her room without dinner.
What she’s not expecting is for nj to continue to pet over her and soothe her after it. Her body shuddering every time he skims over the back of her neck, through her hair, her hips. And it doesn’t stop at dinner where her hands are bound infront of her in a ladder tie because if she can’t have alphas touch around her throat she’ll get it everywhere then. She will learn to depend on them- weather she likes it or not.
And maybe part of the reason she was placed into his care is because she’d started to show signs of being touch starved- an actual dangerous condition for omegas- and this is just the start- maybe they’d been toeing the line letting her adjust but now nj can’t. I also think the next collar he put her in would have to have a little lock on it- just so she knows that she can’t unlock it on her own.
And maybe to add to the humiliation he gives jk the spare key (because they’re togeather a lot and someone else other than nj needs to have a key). Maybe giving it to the others would send a clearer message- but she’s…the lowest of the low in the pack like this- that another omega is given the spare key- means she is unmistakably the packmates at the bottom of the hierarchy.
obviously- the other alphas keep their distance- aware that what their doing is right but it’s not exactly with her consent. especially yg because he’s sensitive and doesn’t want to get attached to someone who might leave, so nj puts him on nighttime cuddle duty.
I’m just imagining him coming to the side of her bed, the lights down like, her peeking up at him asking “has alpha come to touch me?” And he’s just croaks out “just cuddle” and even yg has to admit that it’s so different than cuddling jk- she feels so much littler than he did, so different he almost can’t resist scooping her up to his chest to cradle her all close and safe- he doesn’t realize his alpha has taken control until he resisters he’s pinning her to the bed and sniffing down her throat. But what he doesn’t expect is the way she melts and purrs and tilts her throat.
And if she wakes up in the morning thoroughly marked up and down that’s only something that nj marks with kind perceptive eyes, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he asks her to come close so that he can count her marks. And when she flushes and tries fo cover them he reminded her that if she’d like to cover them they can easily trade her normal collar for a posture collar, or he can easily take away her clothing privileges.
I’m thinking of them starting the next phase of her “re-education” with introducing daily knot warming into her schedule and it’s not sexual they swear! It’s just so her omega can feel claimed. I’m thinking of her watching them work themselves up to knotting before pulling her down on them to keep them safe and snug. Some of them have such big knots it makes her leak like a faucet. And they coo and tell her it’s normal but she can’t think or breathe with them streaching her out so bad. And her omega, it’s driving her crazy, the way that it’s suddenly awake after so long- and telling her to bounce on their knots and lap at their throats and let them do everything. Even her struggling is starting to feel half hearted.
absolutely does katsuki bakugo win whenever you tackle him.
it started randomly, one day while he was doing nothing in particular, you just tackled him out of nowhere.
from behind, a shitty move, but it brought him to the ground. and part of him knew it was you — yet his competitive ass didn't care if he was dating you or not.
he easily flipped you over, pinning you down. "i won," he spoke, leaning down so he was in your face, smirking.
he watched your lips purse in thought, before you leaned up and pecked his lips.
"cute, but i still won," he hummed, though his gaze softened slightly.
you let out a small hum, leaning up to press your lips together once more, and his hand traveled to cup your face, angling it so your lips slotted together just right.
and when your now free hand came up to deliberately bring the wrestling on your side, his hand left your face, catching you by the wrist. though he didn't pull away as he brought your wrist back down to your side.
and katsuki finally parted with a shit-eating grin. "'m not that stupid, baby."
You stare, stunned, your eyes wide and a pit forming in your stomach. There's no way that will ever in a million years fit inside of you. He's not even fully hard yet. The room spins around you.
"Well?"
You glance up, meeting ruby-red eyes filled with clear satisfaction.
"Cat got your tongue? I told you it was big."
"No- I-I know, I just- I haven't seen many in real life, I didn't know they were- I-I didn't know they could be this big," You blurt out your words, scrambling to try and form them into sentences. Sylus looks so proud of himself.
"What did you think I meant?"
"I-Isn't the average like- six inches? And my dildo is a bit bigger than that and I can't fit all of it, so I thought…" Your face is on fire. You can tell he's loving every second of this.
"You mean this dinky thing?" His lip curls in distaste as he picks up the cheap silocone, turning it around in his hand. "You deserve better, sweetie."
You fidget as you look from the toy in his hand to the monster between his thighs. It doesn't even compare. Even just his fingers make it look small. You pale a little. Does this mean you can't…?
"Hey," His softened tone interrupts you from your thoughts, your gaze snapping upwards again. He cups your chin in his palm, keeping your focus on his words. "There's no need to be scared. We'll go as slow as you need. Your comfort is my priority."
Sylus leans forward, his lips grazing your neck. "I'll make sure you enjoy the process." His voice lowers to a murmur as he trails soft kisses up to your ear.
"Even if it takes weeks of training," His arm snakes up your back, goosebumps trailing in its wake.
feeling very introspective rn and i'm being reminded that i should just tell people how i feel about them to their face. not hold it in, not vague post somewhere they can/can't see, but just tell them.
it's very easy to misinterpret someone's actions when they don't explain themselves, mine especially, and people will never know you love them if you don't let them know. people aren't around forever, you know? it's better to do it now, instead of wait until they're gone or your relationship is too strained.
reading about other people's ocs is so endearing and sweet to me. you can tell how much love and effort has gone into them. you can see parts of the creator in each one, as well as things that reveal a bit more about themselves. you can also tell what they were inspired by and aspects of the piece of media they were created for, if it exists
idk. as someone that loves creating ocs but hasn't done anything with them in so long, it warms my heart seeing people so into the process and still roleplaying. part of me wishes i could get back into it, but maybe not anytime soon. i'll just happily live on seeing others enjoy their inner world
Thinking how someone could spoil you rotten but it's a selfish gesture and they are actually ruining you for anybody else. Giving you anything you need anytime you want. Fussing over you and dressing you up, undressing you too and tucking you in bed, asking in the sweetest voice what do you want from them tonight with their fingers tucked so deep inside you it's hard to come up with a true answer. Having you pretty much be their baby and princess and doll until the point it's a bit objectifying but you've never felt as safe and loved as with them so it's okay
I will not call myself or other people "gooners" or "npcs" or "larpers". i will not call things i dont like "slop". i will not use terms like "-oids". i dont like how common language is slowly becoming more focused on shorthand terms for hate and apathy
content warning / notes . . . smoking, caleb mentioned as your brother
smoker!zayne you will never be canon but good gods you'd be hot if you were
“that'll kill you.” your voice pipes up, causing zayne to lean further against the wall. he slowly looks up, blowing the smoke out through the corner of his mouth as to not give you secondhand smoke. the lit stick still burns in between zayne's pointer and middle fingers.
“linkon city has advanced enough to help.” that's a lie. you can't fault him for trying to get you to laugh, though.
you simply hum and leaned back against the wall beside him. “pass me it.” you roll your eyes when zayne's shocked expression snap towards you, a teasing smile on your face. “go on. i won’t tell caleb you gave his baby sibling a smoke.” you part your lips, tilting your head up.
zayne chuckles, expertly maneuvering the cigarette so the filter sits comfortably between your lips. he keeps a hold on it, green eyes heavy lidded yet connected with yours. he watches, tongue pressed against the corner of his mouth, as you take a deep breath before promptly having a coughing fit. he shakes with his laughter.
“asshole,” you utter around your coughs. “could have warned me."
"and this is why you should never smoke," zayne says as he hypocritically places the cigarette in between his lips so he can gently pat and rub your back. "deep breaths, love." the pet name is ignored as it always is.
you look at him with sad, pathetic eyes as you hack up a lung and zayne has to hold back his laughter. he finally extinguishes the cigarette after one last drag, smothering the flame by pressing it against the wall. he pockets the bud, all the while gently rubbing your back as you regain your breath. "there you go, darling."
you swear you're never smoking again, but if this is the outcome? zayne's smooth voice coaching you as his large hand touches your body? then perhaps you'll try once more.
Katsuki using his quirk as a heating pad for your cramps
It was that time of the month.
Late at night, the room was quiet, save for the soft sound of Bakugo’s steady breathing as he slept beside you, unaware of your struggle. You curled on your side, teeth clenched as sharp cramps twisted through your stomach, radiating ache down your thighs. The pain was relentless. You shifted restlessly, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt, but nothing helped.
Then—
A muffled grunt from beside you.
Bakugo stirred, crimson eyes blinking blearily in the darkness before landing on you, narrowing at the pained twist of your expression.
"…Dumbass."
His voice was thick with sleep, but his arm already snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His palm pressed firmly against your stomach, heat blooming from his skin as his quirk activated, soothing, steady, perfect.
"Shoulda woke me up sooner," he mumbled, his lips brushing your shoulder as he adjusted, shifting until your back was tucked securely against him.
And then, silence.
No complaints. No snark. Just his warmth, his steady breath against your neck, his fingers gently kneading the ache away like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Like he knew. Always knew. Exactly what you needed.
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