Big Boss had always been a somewhat unconventional alpha. Not in looks, but in personality. He possessed an alarming amount of charisma that was unlike most people you met. People followed him without question, because he was a well-beloved leader and seemed to care for those under him. He wasn't an alpha who postured or demanded respect. He simply gained in through minutes of conversation by those he met. He was also an unconventional alpha in a sense that he rarely took sexual or romantic interest in others or seemed to experience ruts like most alphas did. He never talked about sex or engaged in 'locker room' talk, more interested in the business and guns. Which is why is surprised most of the soldiers, yourself included, when he began to scent you.
It wasn't as if you would push him off, this was Big Boss, after all. This should be seen as the highest compliment from both your leader and someone you admired as a person. It started off simple enough, when reporting to him, he'd casually blow his cigar smoke in your face. You'd cough and shake a little, but he'd tell you to turn around and continue to puff it at your back and through your hair. It was hard to tell if this is just something he did with soldiers he particularly liked. You always reeked of his cigar smoke, and others took notice.
As time went on, blowing his cigar smoke wasn't enough for him. "Come here for a sec," he'd call you over. When standing in front of him, he gripped both your shoulders in his massive hands, and bent down and inhaled your scent from your neck and behind your ear. It was incredibly intimate to do this, most of the time this was only between potential mates to see if you smelled complimentary. Hot breath huffed on your neck, and then he rubbed his cheek and scratchy beard against your face. You just stood there in shock. This was something only lovers would really do. He was making sure you smelled like him. That everyone knew you were his. Others would get a whiff of you walking by and give you a wider berth than usual afterward. No one would dare to get close to someone he chose to scent so overtly.
This went by for months. Once a week, you were called into his office again to be re-scented. It became a ritual for the both of you. It was embarrassing, obviously, but soon enough your own pheromones became excited at the prospect of his caressing every week. He had stopped mid cheek rub once, inhaling deeper than you'd ever heard him, and let out the lowest growl.
"Why do you smell like someone else?"
Really? A hug from another solider a few days ago was enough to linger on you? He truly was like an animal.
Explaining it to him did nothing. As benign as the hug was, you saw the faintest glimpse of anger flash through his eye. After a beat, he'd continue his rubbing, then bend down closer to your throat. A few experimental licks across your scent gland had you gasping, and before you could collect yourself, he bit down deeply on your neck, breaking through skin and marking you. When he unlatched from your throat, he tilted his head to admire the his handiwork. Satisfied, he'd pat you and dismiss you like he always did, lighting up a new cigar.
If you thought people gave you room, it was even worse, now. Big Boss had marked you, not just scented you. A loud acclimation of 'This Is Mine'. Part of you couldn't help but feel honored at the little bits of attention he gave to you.
Experiencing your first heat after being claimed by him felt like being blanketed by something heavy and primal. There were special rooms that soldiers were kept in at base whenever their heat cycles hit them, but for you, you were kept in his room where he could watch over you. Not that you really minded, being in a room that was heavily laden by his musk comforted you on some deep, animalistic level.
The night would go on and he had left you during the deepest part of your heat. You'd huffed most of his pillows and dirty laundry, anything to get some sort of relief, your body craving the person who marked you. Hours went by until, finally, he would come in.
"You're a sight for sore eyes." His grin was unmistakable. Your whole body flushed, glistening with sweat, heavily panting with desperate need for him. He'd walk over and sit down on the bed with you, not touching you or giving you much attention. He'd wait until you were begging and pawing at him to give you any sort of relief before he'd even glance your way. This is how he had always wanted you. Crying out for him the way an alpha liked. Maybe he wasn't so unconventional.
He'd fill you up and knot you several times throughout the night. His knot was large, and you felt like you were going to be split open, but the satisfaction of feeling Big Boss and only him completely was enough to mitigate any sort of pain you felt. He bit down on the same marking again and again and again, until it was purple and broken, oozing out blood and saliva. You both were a sticky mess when you were done, still stuck together by his 3rd knot of the night. You were completely spent, unable to really move from how sore you were, but he seemed totally fine. A little bit of a grunt here and there, but he kept you close on his knot through the rest of the night. He shifted and rutted a few more times, chuckling at the pained whines that came from you. His large bicep curled around your throat and he laid behind you.
"Wish we coulda done this sooner. Was waiting until you wanted me to truly claim you." He'd bite your earlobe and continue down to nibble on your bruised neck. "How does it feel to be my favorite?"
thinking about alpha kevin and his first pre rut w the foxes and him just stealing all their shit and being even more irritable on the court and i gotta write a oneshot about this. what an annoying guy
@moonbeammuses // You're like the sun - Orion to Katrina // I fucking love their dynamic so much lmao
Katrina laughed, grinning at the little Omega. “Hot, right? You mean I’m hot?” She nudged at his arm leaning close enough he could see her fangs as her grin only grew more feral. “Careful there love, or you just might end up burned,” she practically purred, snapping her teeth audibly at him.
He really was just too cute- especially all red-faced and starry-eyed like he was. Really though, the guy had barely had any wine! “You’re a real lightweight, aren’t you, sweetheart? Ahh, don’t you worry-” She grabbed him and yanked her against his side before curling an arm around him.
Leaning down, she pulled him closer and spoke against his ear in a low, sweet promise: “I promise, I’ll treat you right.” She teased, eager to watch him get even more flustered.
summary: your rut starts when you are visiting the royal castle of your best friend and bethrothed, will prince katsuki be able to figure out his feeling or will he succumb to his alpha instincts? or both?
a/n: there’s a family emergency that happened a few days ago and when this posts ill probably be on a plane, but I worked really hard to get this out. I had to cut a few more kinktober days tho so sorry about that. last one comes out on the 31st!
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There were 15 royal advisors assigned to this task from each of your countries, so how has this managed to happen?
Why were the halls of his castle filled with the scent of you going into rut?
He noticed your slight jasmine smell this morning, but he figured that it was just the lingering effects from you staying in the castle during your visit. But as the day went on, your scent only got heavier, clawing at his nose and making his cock rock hard.
That's when he heard the murmurings, "Did you hear, Princess Y/N has gone into her rut!" "I've heard they called in the country's royal breeders to take care of her."
That was the last straw. No way was Bakugou about to let some common mutt into your room to take care of you. If anyone was taking care of you, it would be him.
You were his childhood best friend, his betrothed. Why call in help from the outside when a perfect alpha was already in the castle?
He abandons his meetings and makes his way towards your room. The stomp of his boots echoes off the marble floors as your scent guides him through the castle.
He stops a few steps short of making it to the wing where your room is. He backs up to the wall, letting his head fall against the cool stone.
Is he really going to do this? His heart races at the implications. You’ve always been there for him, and even when everyone else thought he was loud and abrasive, you held his hand through it all.
Things will change when he goes in there. When he finally sees you. Sure, you’re his bride to be, even if the title has never really meant anything to either of you. Arranged marriages are common and alpha’s and omega’s don't always match, but he can't stand the ache in his chest at the chance that you might turn him away.
What if he goes in there and they still have to call in the breeders? Jealousy courses through his veins just from the thought. No, no, you're just his friend and his betrothed, there's no way he harbors feelings for you more than that, right? The times that he's thought about you while his hands were around his cock briefly flash behind his eyes but he shoves them away.
The hard ache in his chest is just influenced by the intoxicating smell of you, that has to be it. He's just helping you out, that's all.
He runs a hand down his face, hardening his expression. He still has to get into your room before he can figure out what any of the rest of this truly means.
He pushes off the wall and continues towards your door, rounding the corner before he spots the guards outside your room. When they see Bakugou, their stances straighten, hands swiftly going from their relaxed stature to being held behind their backs as he approaches.
"Prince Bakugou, you shouldn't—" one of them stutters as Bakugou looms over them, the look in his eyes making the guards gulp.
"Who are you to tell a prince what he should or should not be doing?" Bakugou sneers.
The guard casts his gaze down at the floor, muttering an apology while the prince pushes past them.
"I'm going inside—” he pauses with his hand on the doorknob “—and if you let anyone else enter the room I will kill you both."
"Yes, sir."
Bakugou slowly opens the door to your room and is immediately hit by a wave of heat and your tantalizing scent — it's so much stronger now that he's in the room with you. The force of it almost knocks him backwards, but he can't help the way his eyes flash as he quickly closes the door.
You're on your bed, blankets pushed to the side as your hand grinds uselessly against your sex. Your brows are furrowed; he knows that your fingers will never be able to satisfy the hunger inside you and it must be so painful. But you seem unaware of his presence in your room.
The sight of you exposed like this makes his cock twitch, and he'd be lying if he said he's never thought about claiming you, but now that you're here… it's all he can think about. Being inside you, filling you with as much cum as possible. It makes the pit of his stomach fill with longing as his mouth waters. Fuck, is his own rut starting now too?
"Princess…" his voice is impossibly small, not wanting to startle you.
You look up at him, your hand never stops moving between your legs as your eyes rake over his body, setting his skin ablaze as he watches a plethora of emotions cross your face: lust, anguish, and an insatiable hunger.
"Prince Katsuki, please.” Your voice is ethereal, calling out for him so desperately, “You have to help me, I need you so badly."
The desire pooling in his stomach starts moving through his body, constricting his throat, making it hard to speak. What is this? Is he nervous? His brain is foggy with sickening desire, but he knows that you don't really need him, as any alpha would do, but he can't help but feel like this is exactly where he is supposed to be.
"You don't need me, but—" he tries to speak before you interrupt him.
"No. No!" you pant, hands leaving your slick cunt so that you can sit up and properly look at him. "It has to be you, I've always known. You're my alpha, please. Please, you have to make it better. It hurts."
He rushes to your side at your confession, his hands cradling your face. You've always known? Why didn't you say anything? Is that why you've gone into your rut early? Being in his presence must have been enough to trigger it.
You're looking up at him with needy eyes and his body moves on its own, pressing his lips against yours softly. Your lips feel like heaven, and he can't wait to find out what they will feel like on his skin instead. Your fingers grasp his hair, pulling him deeper and deeper into the kiss until he's kissing you with an urgency that you return tenfold.
He tries his best to keep kissing you while he unbuckles the sword from his hip, the clang of metal ringing out before his fingers hastily begin undoing the buttons and clasps on his many layers of clothing. You try to help, pushing off every article after he's finished with the buttons and throwing them in heaps on the ground haphazardly.
You needily paw at him, urging him faster and faster until the final article is off of his body and he can focus solely on you. The way your soft skin feels under his palms, the heat of your bodies mingling as your tongues roll across each other, the feeling of your slick dripping onto his thigh as he spreads your legs with his.
Your nails draw across his skin as you beg for him, pulling him on top of you and rutting against him. Your hands rake through his hair as his hands burn across your skin, needing your soft flesh until he can't think straight. Until the need to sink into you is excruciating.
He adjusts your body under him, hooking your legs over his elbows. The tip of his cock brushes against your folds and he can't believe how soaked you are.
“Katsuki, please,” you mutter, staring up at him and biting your bottom lip. He can't believe you're here under him, looking up at him with hearts in your eyes; it's both too much and yet not enough. “Need you,” you mewl, bucking your hips, trying to seek any type of friction from him.
“I’m here, Princess. ’m here,” Katsuki says, memorizing how you feel under him, your gaze igniting something deep within him, and how you shudder as the tip of his cock brushes against your clit.
The fat head of his cock brushes through your folds one last time before he sinks into you. Your eyes flutter from the stretch as your body is finally filled with your alpha’s cock.
Katsuki can't believe how well your cunt takes him, your puffy, slick walls swallowing all of his girth before he's pulling out and slamming back in. Your cunt feels like heaven, and his brain starts to go foggy as he adjusts his grip on you. He pushes your ankles up as high as they will go, stretching your body into a perfect mating press before resuming a furious pace.
He feels you clench around him, your moans filling the room as your scent dulls his rational brain. Any and all thoughts of holding back are pushed away, as he focuses on your princess cunt fluttering around him.
His hips slam into yours as your hands try to grab onto something, trying to keep yourself rooted to this moment, to the way that Katsuki’s grunts and pants fill the air. It's so much, so hot, and it's hard to breathe, but who needs air when you have him? When he's plunging into you with such force you can feel him in your throat, you don't need to do anything except take it, take all of him.
Your hands find purchase in his hair, pulling at his ash-blonde locks and a growl reverberates through his chest when you pull at his roots. The sound goes straight to the building pressure inside of you and when your walls start to flutter, Katsuki can't help but push harder.
His bruising grip holds you down as he puts all of his strength behind his thrusts.
You're his, his mate, his everything. Any thoughts otherwise were stupid of him. How could he have been so stupid? So blind? All these fucking years of dancing around what was so obviously there was idiotic. He could have been there for all of your ruts, and if you always feel like this, he will never miss another one for the rest of his life.
You're his, his, his.
Your legs start to shake against him before your vision whites out, your pussy milking his cock as you orgasm, gushing around his cock. But Katsuki isn't done with you yet, he needs so, so much more from you.
Your moans of pleasure are the musical melody that he has been dreaming of his whole life, and he isn't going to let the symphony stop now.
His hips surge into yours over and over, targeting that soft spot within you as he growls in your ear, “You're gonna give me another, Princess.”
You nod your head, for how are you to refuse such a demand with his ruby gaze staring straight into your soul.
Katsuki lets your ankles go before he's wrapping your legs around his waist. Adjusting himself so that his face is buried in your neck and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close.
This new angle lets him feel even more of you: the way your breasts bounce against his pecks, the softness of your skin underneath his calloused hands, and your scent glands just underneath his nose, intoxicating him further as his hips slam into you.
Your soft moans fill his ears and your voice calling out his name only drives his ecstasy higher.
“Ka— Katsuki, need your cum—” you cry as your hands paw at his shoulder muscles, digging crescent moons into his skin as your back arches, “—want you, all of you.”
If the situation was any different, he would be blushing at your words, but with his cock already begging for release, he can't imagine anything else. He needs to fill you with his seed, needs you to be dripping and full of him and only him.
Your begging and fluttering cunt nudges him closer and closer to his orgasm, and he can feel his own knot start to build at the base of his cock. Each thrust inside of you makes it swell as he works himself closer and closer. Your creaming cunt lets his knot slide in and out of you easily.
Katsuki is barely holding on, his hips stuttering with each press into you.
“Mark me,” your voice calls out to him through the pleasure-fog in his brain, and with a tilt of your head you expose your neck fully to him. “I’m yours, please. Make me yours.”
Katsukis eyes slam shut as he feels his fangs elongate. Yes, yes. It all makes sense. He's your alpha, you’re his omega. After this, no one will have any doubts that the two of you belong to each other. Mind, body, and soul, you’re his and he's yours.
A feral roar rips from his throat as he buries his fangs into your glands. All of you filling his senses as he sucks and nibbles on your skin. Your moans of ecstasy fill his ears as his marking takes effect, the scents swirling and combining and he swears he can see the colors of your souls mixing and intertwining behind his eyes.
Your back arches when his knot pushes all the way into you, stilling his movements seconds before his cum is bursting inside of you. His dick twitches in ecstasy as he moans your name. More and more of his cum flows into you with each pulse of his balls and Katsuki feels like his balls are finally empty for the first time.
The two of you pant together; Katsuki leaving small kisses across your mark and you leaving them against his forehead, both savoring the feeling of being so full of each other for the first time as his knot keeps the two of you conjoined.
It takes a few minutes before either of you have the courage to speak, but Katsuki breaks the silence first.
His cheeks flush as he looks down at you, a small smirk on his face. “So... You’ve always known?”
You give him a small laugh, before you purse your lips. Only he would know how to ruin the sweet moment.
“Yeah,” you sigh, until your eyebrows furrow. “Wait! Have you not always known?!”
He looks away from you, a small pout appearing on his face, “I didn’t figure it out until I smelled you going into your rut…”
“Wow, Prince Katsuki. You sure are dense sometimes.”
“Hey!” He turns his head back to you, “I’m not the one that had their rut triggered just by being close to their alpha.”
His playful tone would annoy you any other time, but you can feel the next heated wave of your rut beginning to build in your core.
“Well, I guess it's a good thing we have a while to figure out who really is to blame for that.”
“Whatever you say, Princess.”
Katsuki leans down to kiss you, nipping at your lips before indulging you in a real heartwarming kiss. Every fiber of his being feels at home because he's exactly where he needs to be and he doesn't plan on leaving any time soon.
"I-I... I am. I mean, I was." Q ran his fingers through his hair as though that would somehow stop the itching under his skin and their trembling all in one fell swoop. It did absolutely none of that. "I only ran out a few days ago." He chewed on his lip for a moment and then whimpered. "S-sorry, I can go t-to the pharmacist and get it sorted out. I-I don't want to ruin the trip. Not when you've been so kind as to bring me."
rules: share something about an idea you have/something that's speaking to you/an au you'd like to see and are considering writing/etc. etc. Basically anything that is tempting you away from your current wips!
I was tagged by my favorite little miscreant, @just-slightly-chayotic
Well, personally we don't think there's enough cute alpha Kim fics in this fandom, so I've set out to solve that. Also, because apparently I can't write him any other way, Kim is a pathetic, lovestruck wet cat who's desperate for affection.
But... He also doesn't have any idea how flirting works because relationships never really came up in his combat training and Flirting For Info is a totally different monster.
He’s not angry with Kinn, of course, but himself. Kim is the one who’s fallen headfirst into trouble this time. Kim is the dumbass who decided that accepting his favorite professor’s invitation to serve as a guest lecturer would be ‘fun’ and ‘good for his idol image’. Kim is the complete and utter fool who’d stepped confidently onto the campus grounds, totally unprepared for his collision with–
With Porchay.
It was like his center of gravity had shifted the second their gazes locked from across the lecture hall. What had once been an endlessly expansive universe suddenly narrowed down to a single bright point when Kim inhaled that tangy tangerine scent and saw those dimples – now he’s tossing and turning throughout the night, reaching out and clutching at empty air because something is missing.
Anyway, Kim scares the shit out of Chay by accident while attempting to court him Theerapanyakun (Idiot) Style.
hi do you think you could do a story where omega steve takes care of sick alpha billy 🥺 just love the thought of billy thinking steve is being so overdramatic with all his concern and telling him to stop bc he’s supposed to be the one doing the caretaking but also relishing in someone taking care of him in a way he’s never experienced before
Okay so this probably isn't EXACTLY what you pictured, it's more character study than plot, but... It's really fuckin' soft.
Harringrove fluff, A/B/O, established relationship, sickfic
There are many historical Omegan stereotypes that Steve fights tooth-and-nail to disprove on a daily basis. He isn’t dainty, he’s only polite in certain company, he isn’t soft spoken, and he doesn’t simply agree to things for the sake of a peaceful environment. He has the scars and long-healed fractures to prove his physical ferocity, too.
But there’s one aspect of his nature that he no longer tries to overcome. He doesn’t spend unnecessary energy trying to hide or ignore his caretaker’s instincts, not after what happened at the junkyard.
Steve loves taking care of people. Lucas sprained his ankle during a preseason basketball practice game in eighth grade and his ‘babysitter’ did such a good job keeping him in line that he was back on the court three days earlier than the doctor predicted. It’s a talent the Omega is proud of. He’s really good at making people feel better.
Billy, unfortunately, is not used to being taken care of. He’s always protecting Max (and Steve, though he constantly refutes it to his boyfriend’s face). He’s always working himself to the bone at the pool or apprenticing for a local mechanic to pay for new clothes. Or gifts and dates for Steve. The Alpha has always been a giver and a protector.
So when he gets sick with a highly contagious Alpha-specific virus in the early autumn and can’t go to school for an entire week, he resigns himself to pushing through it like he usually does.
But now he has Steve at his side, and Steve makes a world of difference.
Bowls of warm, delicious homemade soup are pushed into Billy’s hands twice a day, always a different flavor and always fresh. He’s given either oatmeal or toast for breakfast, with tea and fruit if the first half doesn’t upset his stomach. Steve watches him eat and wipes at the corners of his mouth with a napkin – not with an air of disapproval that makes Billy feel infantilized, but with a tender attentiveness that melts the Alpha to his core.
“I love you, but I don’t love finding food in your mustache,” the Omega jokes.
Steve fucking dotes on him all week long. His boyfriend waits on him hand and foot like Billy is some kind of spoiled fairy-tale prince. It’s… It’s really fucking nice, actually, and Billy has no clue how to deal with that realization.
The realization that he doesn’t have to suffer his way through life, hurting and alone. Not anymore.
He thanks Steve for every little favor, desperate to communicate just how much he appreciates the kind treatment. Steve’s gentle hands. Billy has to make his boyfriend understand that he’ll do anything for him. He’ll complete whatever task is set to him.
He’ll do everything in his power to make Steve happy, too.
i apologize but i need to get this out of my head but- kitty levi fucking kitty reader for hours to the point where he overstimulates himself in the process and he maybe stuffed her like ,,,, three times already and is just rutting into her at this point with jagged thrusts while purring contently with his face hidden on her throat cause her cunt feels so good and he’s just getting lost in the feeling of pain and pleasure—
Kitty Levi in a rut means bending you over wherever you are in the house and milking himself dry using your cunt… and you just let, trembling through your orgasms. The little sounds you make drive him fucking crazy, how they barely sound like moans anymore. Just whiny hums.
