#alpha rut

[ephmeralss]

𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 — ethan landry

༺☆༻ ethan landry x fem!reader

summary — ethan's an alpha and your pre-heat sent him into a rut with suppressants that don't work.

cw — smut, mdni 18+, p in v (unprotected), knotting, breeding kink, really just filthy ass sex.

wc — 1.8k

a/n .ᐟ — this is really just filthy sex LMFAO i need him so bad.

Ethan was miserable. Going through a rut with suppressants was fine. Going through a rut with bad suppressants? That was horrible.

Ethan was on his second day of pure torture. Constant need, his entire body feeling like it was on fire, he tried his damn hardest to stay away from you because he knew you were the reason for him being this way. He wasn't expecting his rut for another three weeks. He couldn't afford to snap around you. Defile you the way he'd been dreaming about for the past two days since he smelled that pre-heat.

You were one of his roommates best friends and he wasn't sure if Chad would take kindly to him fucking you senseless in the same dorm he was in. He knew you had to be in heat by now and the thought alone made his dick swell. Not like it hadn't been swollen for the past two days.

He groaned as he took a sip of his coffee. He couldn't sleep. Chad was out on a date with Tara, probably getting laid, something Ethan needed desperately. He glared at the bottle of suppressants on the counter and rolled his eyes. "Strong acting my ass," he mumbled. He just had to ride this thing out for two more days.

That's it.

But of course, because life had a sick sense of humor, there was a knock at the door. Ethan groaned again, rubbing his forehead as he set his mug down on the counter. "Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming," he grumbled, in a sour mood from all of this. And then he smelled it. He smelled it before he even made it to the door.

Sweet. Overwhelmingly so. With a hint of musk beneath it. His instincts took over. Two words echoed in his head until there wasn't anything else. Knot. Breed.

He knew he shouldn't, knew it was an idiotic idea to open the door but he did it anyway and the scent hit him like a slap in the face. There you were on the other side, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide, your lips a rosy shade that made him want to trap them between his teeth.

"H-hey," you stumbled a little over your words, a small sweat on your brow. He could feel the heat of your body from three steps away.

"Hi," he said breathlessly, clenching his jaw. His hand gripping onto the door so hard, the wood creaked. "What are you..." He swallowed harshly, trying to think with his brain, not his dick. "What are you doing here?"

You looked up at him, your eyes a little glossed over. Oh, you were in full swing heat. "Um...uh, I'm actually...I actually don't really know..." you breathed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you poked your head into the dorm, looking around. "Is Chad here?"

Ethan shook his head, his nails digging into the door, leaving indents in the wood while his free hand fisted at his side. I will not fuck her. I will not fuck her. I will not—

In a flash he didn't even really see, he had you by the waist, pulling you against him as his head dipped down to capture your lips with his. His fingers dug so hard into your skin that you were sure it was going to bruise.

You whined into his mouth, your fingers gripping at his hair, pulling him closer and pushing him away all in the same moment. Your heat was getting unbearable, you felt like you were suffocating. Ethan caught your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just shy of too hard. 

His hands were already beneath your shirt, desperate to feel skin. You were burning hot and it made him groan, he used one hand to move your hair away from your neck, leaning down to bury his nose against your throat. "Fuuuck, you smell so fucking good...I'm going to breed you." His voice was deep, gravely, and it vibrated through your entire body.

Your breath hitched, the empty pulse you've had between your thighs for a day getting impatient. You let out a whimper, yanking his mouth back to yours, stepping inside the dorm as you closed the front door behind you.

Ethan's hands, easily spanning the entirety of your lower back, trailed down to the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you'd wrap your legs around his waist. "You want that? Want me to knot inside you?" He asked against your lips, dropping you down against his bed without ceremony.

You whined as he pulled off his shirt, showing off a physique that someone like him wouldn't normally have. Ethan worked out. Vigorously. His biceps were about the size of your head, his six pack defined and damp with his own sweat from his rut. Fuck, he was hot. "Yes...fuck, yes, breed me..." you moaned, shedding your own clothes.

When you couldn't get your leggings off, clinging to your skin due to the heat, Ethan descended to hover above your waistband, a low growl in the back of his throat as he hooked his canine teeth, now elongated, beneath the fabric and ripped it in half. You gasped, looking down at the shreds that used to be your leggings.

He yanked the rest of it off, his impatience showing in his hurried movements, going in for your soaked panties now. The insides of your thighs were slick, your pussy swollen beneath the lacy material. Ethan wasted no time and ripped your underwear off, leaving you bare to his gaze.

"You're so fucking hot, baby..." he groaned, his hands wrapping around your thighs to open you up for him, another growl rumbling in his throat at the sight of you. 

You squirmed beneath him. "Ethan...either fuck me or eat me out, I'm fucking dying." Your voice was needy, breathy, but still held a threat underneath the words.

Ethan's smile was lethal despite his own need, he loved seeing you like this. He thrived on it. "That's no way to ask..." His hands came down to his sweatpants, yanking them down along with his boxers as his dick sprung out and slapped against his belly button. Your eyes widened. Of course he had a big dick. You whined again, your pussy feeling so empty it hurt. "Ask nicely."

He angled his dick down, keeping your thighs spread for him with his free hand, as the other guided his cock to glide through your soaked lips, stimulating your clit just enough to have you on that edge. You could see the way he was holding back, the way he was fighting the urge to just slide right into you.

You mewled. "Please...please, fuck me, Ethan." Your eyes met his and within a split second of the words leaving your mouth, he slammed into you.

Your eyes rolled, your head falling back against the pillows as a sound that you'd never heard yourself make before left your lips. Ethan's grip on your thighs tightened. "Oh, f-fuck...shit...you feel so good." Ethan leaned over you, his mouth finding your neck as he pulled out to where just the tip was in and then slammed right back in.

Your back arched. "Oh, my God!" You whined into his shoulder, your nails digging deeply into his back, your legs cradling his hips. His kisses and nips found your soft spot on your neck as he began a rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with your moans.

Suddenly, Ethan's teeth dug deep into your sensitive spot. The pain adding so much more to the pleasure of him driving into you. Your moan sounded more like a scream. "Asshole..." you breathed, your mind becoming blanker with each thrust.

Ethan chuckled against your skin, feeling his grin against you made it hotter. "I can't not bite you." He moaned in your ear and it made fireworks explode in your lower belly. Your eyes fluttered but you needed more. He needed more. You both knew it.

It happened so quickly, just like the move that brought the two of you there, he flipped you over on all fours, shoving your head against the pillow with one hand while the other held your wrists behind your back, arching your back for him. He leaned down over your body, his chest completely encasing you. "You're so fucking hot like this."

You moaned into the pillow, your sounds getting louder with each thrust. Fucking you from behind gave him a new angle, one that hit that spot inside you every. Fucking. Time. It was intoxicating.

Ethan seemed to feel it too, you could feel his knot swelling at the base of his cock, his grunts getting louder, needier. "God, I'm gonna breed this cunt...knot you 'till I'm spent and empty. 'Till it fucking takes. You want that?"

You mewled incoherently against the pillow, your mind completely blank now. All that was left was your begs for him to breed you. You needed it. You needed it so badly. You could feel that familiar feeling starting at the base of your spine, working up and around your belly, heat pooling into your cunt but it was so much more intense than it ever had been before.

With one final thrust, you came so hard your ears rang and your face was buried in the pillow so that you wouldn't alert Ethan's neighbors. Your cunt squeezed around Ethan's dick, swallowing him further in, not wanting to let him go.

And with a roar, Ethan's knot swelled up completely, trapping him inside of you as he filled you with his come. You were so out of it, your brain seemingly on another planet entirely because before you knew it, Ethan was carrying you into the kitchen, his knot still swollen in your cunt.

"Here, drink up." He offered you a glass of water, holding you up with one arm as you gulped the liquid down. You must've gotten dehydrated with all of the sweating. "How're you feeling?" He asked, running his fingers gently up and down your spine.

You shivered at the touch, resting your head against his shoulder as you fought the sleep that tried to overtake you. With your heat being as bad as it was, you hadn't slept a wink the night before. But it was sated, for now, at least. "Tired, but good."

Ethan hummed, placing the cup in the sink and carrying you back over to his bed, carefully laying the both of you down since he couldn't pull out yet. "You ever been knotted before?" He questioned before a yawn grabbed him. He hadn't been sleeping either.

You shook your head, letting his arms wrap around your middle and pull your back against him. He smiled, you saw it out of the corner of your eye. You rolled your eyes. "Shut up, smug bastard."

Ethan laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "Hey, I get to be smug." He nuzzled into the side of your neck. "It'll go down in twenty to thirty minutes and then we should probably shower." He yawned again, his body slowly going slack behind you.

"Yeah," you yawned yourself, relaxing in his hold. "Probably." But as you were saying this, your eyes were closing and unconsciousness was calling to you.

( dividers by @cursed-carmine , @cafekitsune )

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day Fourteen: Omegaverse

Summary: Ever since he lost his master, ever since this damned school accepted him as a student, the urges…became harder to control. He couldn’t help it, though, those certain animalistic instincts that arose within him. And you, his loving girlfriend, had also been demanded to stay away. By Tyler himself. By the time it hit midnight, you couldn’t take it anymore. Warnings: Omegaverse (alpha in rut), established relationship, TYLER IS OVER 18 IN THIS, oral sex, fingering, P in V, possessive, rough sex, etc. MDNI, 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Masterlist

The sign outside creaked and groaned with every pass of the wind. Nevermore itself was silent, all students deep into slumber this late into the evening. Yet, Tyler could not enjoy this silence, pacing like a caged animal. The full moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows through the tall windows. His heightened senses were in overdrive, each sound amplifying the primal instincts clawing at the edges of his mind. Ever since he lost his master, ever since this damned school accepted him as a student, the urges…became harder to control. Sure, he didn’t quite understand all the Hydes’ ins and outs, but this…this was different. 

You, a student with a unique ability to feel and control emotions, are an empath. And due to this lovely predicament of yours, you could feel the battling emotions swirling from Tyler despite being a few rooms over.  The turmoil radiating off him was a storm of lust and fear swirling beneath his rugged exterior, tinged with something you dare not speak aloud. You had learned side by side countless times, but this was a lesson unlike any other. The feral instincts that lay dormant within him were rising, and if left unchecked, they could consume him. Everyone knew to leave him alone during this time of the year, all aggressive and such. He couldn’t help it, though, those certain animalistic instincts that arose within him. And you, his loving girlfriend, had also been demanded to stay away. By Tyler himself.

By the time it hit midnight, you couldn’t take it anymore. Having his emotions constantly pressing down on you was a chore. Screw your fucking powers. You were determined to march down the hallway, knock on his door, and tell him to just wack off already so you could get some sleep for your upcoming midterms. And also, the fact that you loved your boyfriend dearly may have played a part. The floor was cold against your bare feet when you stepped out, not bothering to change from your pajama-clad state. A hand coming up to pound on his door as you called, stepping closer, voice quiet but firm. 

“Tyler, baby, you alright in there?”

Inside the room, Tyler paused, muscles tensed, eyes glinting with an animalistic edge. Oh, of all the times you had to march up here, it had to be this one. Right as he is rutting desperately like a bitch in heat into his pillow, pretending it's your tight little cunt. Your smell wafting through the door nearly sent him back into that frenzy.

"Fuck…off, Y/N!" he growled, the sound deep and rumbling, like thunder before a storm. The strain in his voice was evident even through the door. 

You sighed, hand coming to drag across your face. You had seen this before: the struggle within certain creatures, the way the primal side would push against the barriers of humanity. It wasn’t rare, at least not when you had literal werewolves at your school. And you knew this wasn’t his first one, unfortunately, since you lived so close to the man. But you had noticed they had grown more frequent, each time more violent and needy. No one to take care of him…to help him through this. Oh, fuck. What were you thinking?

"You're right," you took a cautious step forward, pushing the door open slowly. The hinges creaked softly as you padded gently into the room. 

"But I can help you. You’re not alone in this….”

He shook his head, the heat bubbling just beneath the surface, begging to come out as the scent of you that enters the room. 

“No…don’t come in. I won’t…fuck I won’t be able to control myself”

Your heart raced as you opened the door, the sight of him hunched over his bed, dry humping a pillow with a fever that was unmatched. But you refused to back down. You had always wanted to help him during these times, but he had been insistent that he would hurt you. Cause some irreparable damage. But you knew. He could never hurt you.

"Then let me help you….trust me, Ty.”

For a fleeting moment, his gaze softened, stalling his movements as he peered at you standing in his doorway. A flicker of the man you knew breaking through the storm. 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone.”

With a deep, shuddering breath, he leaned against the bedframe, fingers curling into claws, snapping some wood as he battled the urges within. "I don’t want to hurt you."

"You won’t," you replied, stepping closer until you were just inches away. "Look at me, Tyler.”

With a deep growl, he met your gaze. His eyes dilated beyond belief as he took in the sight of you, standing before him so submissively…so eager to please. With a flash of movement, Tyler retracted his claws and grabbed your arm, throwing you on his bed as you caged you with his arms. Bringing his face down to the hem of your leggings, inhaling a deep and shuddering breath, your scent was driving him wild. His hands practically tore your leggings off, splitting down the middle. You let out a surprised gasp as the cold air met your clothed, hot cunt. With a whimper, you couldn’t help but arch your back into his touch as Tyler dragged his nose across your slit. 

“So good for me…smell so good baby…” 

Then he’s burying his face in your pantie-clad pussy, not even bothering to remove your underwear, licking and lapping all the sweet juices that flow from your needy little hole. Grabbing onto the tufts of his hair, you let out lewd moans of pleasure, slightly bucking your hips up to meet his nose, begging for some more friction. 

“Mine—taste so fucking good—“ 

Growling incoherent praises into you, Tyler slips a finger under your underwear and starts to massage your clit softly. Gasping at the sensation, the coil in your stomach becomes taut, and you can feel your orgasm coming up on you more quickly than you would like. Damn, this was turning you on more than you expected. Seeing him so feral. He relentlessly sucked and licked on that sweet spot like a man starved, making your release barrel through you with a loud cry of his name. Cum now coated his face and the bedsheets below as your high overtook you. Lifting his head slowly, chin soaked in your glittering slick, he licked his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your mouth, enjoying the slightly bitter taste. 

Without warning, Tyler took a claw and cut off your panties, letting the shredded fabric fall off your hips. Hoisting your legs up on his shoulders, he massaged the tip of his red, angry cock against your hole. Squirming at the overstimulation, not allowed a moment of reprieve, Tyler craned his neck down to your neck. Sheathing his heady member into your cunt with one stroke, he bit the corner of your neck and collarbone at the same time, marking you. 

“So tight—fuck. Made you cum and you’re still squeezing me like this.” 

You gasped at the stretch, gripping the sheets with each strong stroke. The velvet of your walls squeezed Tyler so tight that with every exit and entry of his member into your cunt, the ribs of his cock rubbed against you in a painfully delicious way. 

“Gonna fuck you so good baby….fuck a baby into you mate…my mate—“ 

Gosh, he was so hot like this. Eyes dilated and every muscle in his body in overdrive, screaming at him to hoist your legs up and press his cock deep inside of you. Fuck a baby into you….fuck a baby into his mate….shit, that sounded appealing right now to you. 

You didn’t leave Tyler’s room till three days later, and by then, let’s just say….you couldn’t walk. 

[yourdove-id]

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mate cute

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❥ authors note: this is my first time posting so super nervous, any feedback is appreciated (please be nice)

❥ disclaimer: this is an 18+ post MDNI

❥ summary: an unexpected bump in with an alpha throws you into your first heat and him into a rut

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Monday

You hadn’t had much luck in the dating scene, and being Tony Stark’s assistant didn’t exactly leave you with much free time to change that. That was until the day you barrelled straight into none other than Steve Rogers.

“Ahh, I’m such a klutz! I’m so sorry, sir,” you rushed out, bending to gather the papers that had scattered across the floor, ignoring the throbbing in your arm where you’d collided with him.

What was he made of, stone or something!?

A deep chuckle sounded above you before he crouched down, reaching for the rest of the papers.

“Hey, it happens.” He gave you that award winning smile, the one that made all of America swoon and…wow. You totally got it now.

Your cheeks flushed as his gaze settled on yours, it made you feel special someone like him looking at you. Something flickered across his expression, gone before you could place it.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him around. He lived in the tower, after all. But you’d never had those baby blues fixed on you like this, and it made your brain short circuit.

And his scent. Mouth watering. He smelled like clean laundry and freshly cut grass all at once. Before you could stop yourself, you took another greedy breath.

Your cheeks burned. God, what were you a hormonal teenager!? You scolded yourself internally.

You couldn’t help it. His scent was so strong, stronger than any alpha you’d encountered. You chalked it up to the super soldier serum. It must have enhanced his scent too.

When you looked up again, still crouched with papers in hand, his smile had dropped. His eyes were darker, nostrils flaring and you felt a sudden, unwanted heat coil low in your stomach.

Oh my god. No. He could likely smell your arousal.

“Thank you so much. I’m sorry again, sir.’ You babbled, standing quickly and smoothing your skirt, palms damp with sweat.

He stood too, as if snapping out of whatever moment you’d shared in the middle of the hallway. Your ears burned as you silently prayed no one had seen.

“It’s no trouble at all, miss.” His smile returned as he handed over the papers.

You avoided his hand and hurried off, not daring to meet his eyes, retreating to your desk.

No one could ever prove it, but you might have sniffed the papers he’d touched later and then thoroughly scolded yourself. God you were a mess! You slump over your desk.

​​・・・・・​☼

Later That Night

You felt flushed when you went to bed, you cracked the window open despite the February chill unusual for you, but not unheard of.

Hours later, you woke drenched in sweat despite the sheets having been kicked to your feet. A dull cramp twisted low in your abdomen. You ignored it. Your period wasn’t due for weeks, you must’ve eaten something off or caught a fever.

​​・・・・・​☼

The Next Day

At work, you noticed a few heads turn as you walked past, but brushed it off as anxiety.

You’d barely sat down when Mia, your coworker and friend, leaned over.

“Whew, girl! Did you take pheromone enhancers?” she teased, fanning her nose with a grin.

You flushed to the tips of your ears. “No! Why? Do I stink?” you panicked.

“You don’t stink, sweetheart. Your scent’s just stronger than usual.” She smiled reassuringly. “Probably nothing.”

Over the next three days, the cramps intensified tenfold. Comments about your scent became constant. Sleep was impossible as you were burning up and you despised being away from your carefully arranged nest at home, you felt anxious and raw. Your clothes itched. Your skin felt like it was on fire.

Nothing helped. Not cooling sprays, fans or cold showers.

By Friday, you called in sick and booked a doctor’s appointment. As you put on your coat to leave, your stomach twisted at the thought of leaving your safe, warm nest behind. This is ridiculous, you scolded yourself and grabbed your keys.

The walk was short but when you passed a group of young men they whooped and whistled.

“Smelling good, omega!” one called. You rolled your eyes, pulling your coat tighter.

​​・・・・・​☼

The doctor didn’t sugarcoat it. You were in pre-heat.

“That’s not possible.” You argued, disbelief sharp in your voice.

“I’m sorry, honey. Do you know who triggered it?” The doctor spoke softly trying to cushion the blow.

You froze. Omegas only went into heat after meeting their mate, the bond would trigger it initially and then it would return each year. For most, it was a beautiful experience but for others it could serve as a painful reminder.

“N-no. I… I have no idea.” Tears pricked your eyes. “Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

“We can run the tests again, but the results were conclusive.”

You nodded dejected but agreed just incase they were wrong. You really hoped they were.

​​・・・・・​☼

You sobbed the whole way home, on the phone with your mum. The doctor explained the timeline and when you likely would have met them which you relayed to her.

When you scent them, you’re supposed to just know. Clearly, you thought bitterly, you were defective.

Your mum tried to soothe you, but you cried into your pillow that night anyway.

By Monday, you had only one day of pre-heat left. You took your birth control and suppressant even though they were basically pointless now.

​​・・・・・​☼

You decided to head into work before your annual leave officially started. Over the weekend you’d bought everything the doctor recommended for an unmated omega going through heat. It would be unpleasant but manageable.

What other choice did you have?

The tower was in chaos when you arrived slightly late. As you rushed inside you noticed there were red lights flashing and alarms blaring loud enough to rattle your ribcage. A sudden tug on your arm made you yelp before a hand covered your mouth.

Mia.

She dragged you behind the reception desk.

“What the hell is going on!?” You whispered.

“The building is in lockdown. No one can leave. I don’t even know how you got in- it should be sealed.” She winced. “Captain America’s gone into rut but he can’t find his omega.”

You blinked looking back at her quizzically. “So?”

“So he’s tearing the place apart.” She hissed. “He’s barely conscious…the serum’s done more than just enhance him physically.”

“That feels dramatic-”

You stood up and just as Mia went to pull you back down your breath hitched

Too late. Your gaze collided with his.

Those blue eyes were swallowed by blown pupils, dark and wild. His chest rose sharply and rapidly like he’d run a marathon and his hands were flexed at his sides, fingers curling into fists so tight the tendons stood out.

You whimpered, stepping back away from the desk so he wouldn’t see Mia. You weren’t sure what he could do in this state, he seemed more animal than human. Was he always this tall?

“Don’t. Move.” The words scraped out of him, his voice was rough, raspy.

His scent slammed into you. It was thick, intoxicating and impossible to ignore. Your omega responded instantly baring your neck to him, body locking in place under the weight of his alpha command.

His jaw tightened as he approached, muscle ticking like he was physically restraining himself from just grabbing you.

“Mine.” he growled but it sounded strained, like he was holding himself back.

He dipped his head, inhaling at your scent gland and you felt his hands hover for half a second above your hips before grabbing you, like he’d given himself one last moment to collect himself but he was too far gone to stop this.

Then the world flipped as he hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Steve! Put me down!” You protested, squirming in his grip. His hand tightened reflexively at the back of your thigh before loosening again, as if he’d caught himself using too much strength.

“Still ‘mega.” He rumbled, voice catching but his tone left no room for argument Your body went limp despite yourself.

He carried you through the tower, past blurred faces. When two people, that kind of looked like

other heroes but it was hard to place them upside down, stepped forward. A snarl ripped from him, you felt the way his grip shifted, careful not to jostle you even as he fell victim to his instincts.

You continued on up another set of stairs, down a long hall and finally into an apartment.

He set you down slowly, it felt like he was forcing precision into movements that wanted to be rough.

When you looked up his jaw was clenched tight and his hands hovered at his sides, fingers twitching, like every instinct was screaming for him to grab you back and he was trying to ignore it.

Then another cramp hit. You doubled over slightly, whimpering as heat flooded your body.

“Ahh— I— it’s… it’s you.” Realisation crashed over you. His eyes flickered, you could see the internal battle he was having behind them.

“Make a nest, omega.” He said. Each word measured, his voice low, barely restrained.

Your bodies internal instincts were already taking over, as you would normally want to argue with him but all you could do was ask for blankets and cushions.

He nods his head in the direction of door down a hallway and you start in its direction. He’s crowding behind you as you walk, when you pass one bedroom which smells so strong it almost knocks you off balance. Slick pools between your thighs and a low growl comes from the alpha behind you, it’s rough and seems involuntary, you quickly keep walking.

In the cupboard you pile blankets into his arms. He takes them immediately, shoulders squaring as if he delights in the task. Normally you would carry them yourself but something in you tells you this is right.

He’s your alpha. He should carry them.

You head back to what you have deciphered as his bedroom and begin taking the items from him one by one to make your nest.

You end up dragging the mattress down to the floor to make your nest better. As you do this a low growl comes from Steve who is crowding the doorway, large frame filling the space making it seem almost small. Somehow you can tell that was a displeased noise due to you moving the mattress on your own.

You answer with your own sound, more yip than growl and keep working

Ten minutes later, the nest was perfect. Soft, warm and unmistakably made for you both.

The realisation settled fully on you then.

Mate.

He stood at the edge of the room, chest rising and falling harshly, his fingers flexed at his side like he was fighting the urge to cross the distance without permission.

“Invite me in, omega.” He murmurs voice tight with restraint.

You swallow, heart hammering. “You may come in, alpha.”

The change in him was immediate, his earlier tension dissipating just enough for a deep rumbling purr to come from his chest. You could tell it was relief like he’d been holding his breath the whole time.

The minute he steps closer you really take in his scent, letting yourself get lost in him.

“I’m sorry omega, I can’t hold it back any longer.” He whines and you can tell he is fighting for control with his other side.

“It’s okay. I understand.” You soothe, your omega desperate to alleviate his worries. He closes his eyes and when he opens them you know this isn’t all Steve anymore.

“Present.” He snarls, his frame towering over you as he backs you up towards the nest.

You couldn’t fight it if you wanted to, you sink to your knees and present for your alpha.

You feel his presence behind you and gasp when his hand lifts your dress up, his fingers trace the seam of your underwear before a forceful yank rips the fabric from your skin.

Your heat is providing enough slick that he doesn’t need to prep you but you feel his hot wet tongue glide through your folds and a shudder racks through your body, your arms give out as you slump your face into the blankets.

He laps at you like a man starved and you’d be blushing if everything in your body wasn’t screaming for more.

“Alpha, please!” You moan, slightly wriggling to emphasise what you want from him. You can almost feel his smile.

“Quiet ‘mega, I say when you are ready.” He growls and your body arches further into him at the words. A pathetic whimper leaves your lips as you submit to your fate. To him.

After you’ve almost passed out from the amount of orgasms he has demanded from your body, you feel him relent.

The distance makes your omega whimper, for which he provides a low growl almost purr to soothe, you can feel him at your back again and then the hard tip of his cock at your entrance.

He practically bullies his cock into you, it’s too big and your struggling to adjust but there is no stopping him. His large hand, which is almost as big as your head, shoves you down into the blankets as he pounds into you, it’s raw animalistic and you can feel your grasp on reality slipping away.

You can feel him stretching you with every thrust your brain turning to mush with every stroke of him inside you.

“Alpha…” you whine, pleased with him. He answers with a growl of his own.

“Mine.” You’re a sobbing mess under him, face smushed into the mattress as he takes what he needs from your body. You feel his pace change into something more feral, hips snapping up at the most delicious angle, heavy balls slapping against you.

You feel your bite mark start to tingle in need as you come undone for the- you’ve lost track of how many times.

“Fuck.” He growls head now buried in your neck as you tighten around him, your body’s way of coaxing him over the edge and that it does, a growl tears from deep in his throat straight into your ear.

He drops his head to the crook of your neck, his ragged breaths going straight on to your skin.

“I’m sorry.” He manages to say although the words sound garbled and like he’s struggled to speak them. Your blissed out brain can barely understand, sorry for what? and then you feel his fangs sick into your neck. Fuck, it hurts!

It doesn’t feel blissful like you’d been told, it really really hurts. The whimper that racks through you is frightening but his rumbles soothe you. You start to clam down and the white hot pain turns to a dull throb, you feel his cock pulsing inside you filling you as his base expands locking you both in place for the best possible chance of impregnating you.

It knocks you over the edge again and this time your elbows fail you and your body gives out, hmm this feels more like the bliss. Luckily, your alpha is quick and agile, he rolls you both to your sides before he falls on top of you and cuddles you close to him, chest still vibrating from earlier.

You feel warm, cosy, blissed out and the most safe you’ve ever felt. It was amazing like your body was a cloud and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep. There’d be lots to discuss when you both could form full sentences again…..

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❥ hi! thankyou so much for reading 🧸

[kotabear--24]

FINALLY FINISHED JEAN'S RUT OH MY GOD I THOUGHT IT WOULD NEVER END

[cesnail]

“He’s been out there for days. He doesn’t sleep. He barely eats.” Bilbo about Thorin

“That look. That terrible need. It is a fierce and jealous love, Bilbo” oldest elf *I meant dwarf

Dragon sickness? No no— rut

Clearly Thorin has become possessive of Bilbo because he’s his fated mate

Actually, yeah, cause that’s why he’s able to break free to help biblo

And nd his death will leave a lasting impression on Boblo, he always feels the absence of Thorin

And why he never finds another life *lover

On one hand I love the idea Hobbits will have multiple partners *but that makes more heartbreaking that he doesn’t

On the other I kinda love the idea of having one partner in their lifetime because I like sad

Though with how the souls of elves are that might be for a better fit

… but that also might just be dnd elves who I’m thinking of cause they reincarnate *I was thinking of DnD elves, but Tolkien elves do also reincarnate with a different process

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The white writing was me last night, in a state of tired delirium

*The blue is my new additions and fixes today

This feels like the equivalent of writing a paper drunk and editing it sober

[vampirelimewire]

Tips on writing heats/ruts !!

i feel whenever I read omega verse, there’s different ways of writing heats and ruts. So i want to make a blend of those different things and give a few basic tips, for people who have just started writing omega verse.

Symptoms of an omega heat can include:

-Hypersensitivity, shivering when someone touches them.

-Feeling a sort of burning or tingling sensation in the lower stomach or in the crotch, especially when around potential mates.

-Slick. Slick is produced during heat, even in preheat.

-Their scent is way stronger, usually attracting alphas and/or enigmas.

-The omega will start to feel a bit sluggish/lethargic

-Obviously, feeling way more heat throughout the body (It’s how heats get their name…)

Overall I’d say the omega heat is pretty close to ovulation in terms of symptoms, so if you’ve experienced ovulation that’s it. Just like, 2x worse.

RUTS (Alphas)

ok. You know that comment, that i had about omegas in heat? How it’s 2x worse? Now, this is 5x worse.

An alpha in rut will usually feel…

-The need to dominate (it varies, but usually this is the need.)

-Heat invading every inch of their body!!! Worse than omegas at time.

-Stronger scent, and also the ability to smell omegas around them getting stronger.

-CONFIDENCE AT AN ALL TIME HIGH!!!!

An alpha in heat will usually be arrogant, needy, and have a certain hunger that suggests they want more than just a kiss on the cheek from their omega partner. <3

[rythrogon]

could you stay home from work if youre in heat/rut

heat/rut leave is normal in omegaverse

depends on your employer

you HAVE to go to work. you get jerkoff breaks

you HAVE to go to work. better learn how to hide arousal and stay sane too

other

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Voting ended onFeb 7

i honestly think capitalism reigns supreme but who knows i wanna see what you guys think

things to consider: period cramps, no matter how bad, arent deemed an excuse, unfortunately. however they are a problem associated with women (which men in power tend to not like) and dont induce inappropriate behavior to the same degree heat and rut do. contagious illnesses are advised for you to stay home to prevent contagion, with the exception of certain harmless illnesses like the common cold. feel free to add more propaganda idk

[jar-of-omegaverse]

please i need like a full list on what can betas do n can there be relationships between like any one? (beta x omega, omega x omega, alpha x alpha, beta x alpha) and does an alpha specifically only be dom/top? same with omegas like can they be switches?? [ps losing my mind on this😭]

Hi Anon!

I’m not sure what you mean by what betas do, but anyone can be in a relationship with whatever dynamic they want, no matter if it’s the same as their own, the traditional dynamic relationship set up, or other!

To answer your second question, no! Alphas do not need to be doms/tops. Although it is common for alphas to top in most relationships, the only time almost all alphas have the instinct to top is during rut. And to follow up, yes, omegas can be switches! During their heat they usually have an instinctual need to submit and outside of heat they often bottom as well but the strong submissive instinct isn’t as prevalent.