I actually love the mating run trope it's such a guilty pleasure for me in omegaverse fics... whenever I see a mating run fic on ao3 I just sigh in appreciation like YES we're still doing this... keep it up guys... I don't care if it's been done a million times I wanna read it a MILLION more
Jayce/Viktor – Part 3/3 – mating run – extreme insertion/belly bulge/size difference; bitching – Jayce trying to keep the feral brain at bay but it's so difficult when Viktor is so tasty.
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Viktor feels impossibly skinny beneath Jayce. Not small, he’s a tall man in his own right, though Jayce usually thrones over everybody, but he is so painfully thin that he does not dare put any weight on him once he does mount up.
He shouldn’t, anyway; not with Viktor’s knee being the way that it is. He’s a heavy sonoffagun and he does not want to put the other Alpha through more than he absolutely…
“Ah… oh God,” Viktor groans once Jayce starts to push his crown into the struggling, desperate clench of his body. He is silky hot inside and it takes everything that he has left to wrestle down the feral urge of fucking inside with two or three rude thrusts to seat himself as deep inside his bitch as possible.
Jayce closes his eyes and tries to sound calm through the clench of his teeth. “You’re doing so well… b-breathe. Breathe through it, alright?”
He’s bracing himself on his elbows and staring right at the nape of Viktor’s neck. His long hair has split over it, leaving it exposed and vulnerable in the same way that his sweet little cunt was, suckling on the crown splitting it open but also trying to somehow keep it out. The sweet struggle of an Alpha unused to getting topped.
Jayce is addicted. His teeth ache in his gums with the need to bury them right in that delicious neck while his hips keep rolling, inching his cock deeper and deeper into Viktor until his glans finally pops inside and they both whimper with the feeling of it.
Viktor is clenching fists full of the loamy forest soil between his fingers. Jayce wishes he could see his face. See the blissed out expression of accomplishment at having gotten over the widest part of his dick; only for it to crumble in delirious disbelief when Jayce would push in deeper and deeper and make him realize that his cock did in fact swell around the middle of the shaft again, wrenching him wide open all anew.
The sounds he’s making as Jayce rocks into him. High pitched little whines, body trembling and stuck between wanting to relax for him and wanting to fight the whole intrusion. His Alpha instincts are running rampant, Jayce can practically taste it on the back of his tongue and it makes him want to eat him whole.
By the time his hips are finally flush with Viktor, they’re both panting and exhausted. Viktor’s hair is plastered to his sweat slick skin, his shirt going practically see-through. He is drenched just having Jayce’s massive cock inside him, and when Jayce wraps an arm carefully around his middle, he can feel the bulge of himself in Viktor’s lower belly.
The feeling of touching himself through the outside is sending electric waves of pleasure racing down his legs and up his spine until he feels like he is about to vibrate out of his own skin.
He wants to keep praising Viktor; keep reassuring him that he is doing perfect and that he makes Jayce feel so, so, so good, but he can’t fathom human words at the moment. They’re far beyond him, so he just leans down and starts to lick at the protruding knob of Viktor’s spine visible just above the collar of his shirt and lightly nibbles on it while he pulls his hips back incrementally and fucks back forward.
Viktor makes a sound like a sob, his whole body shuddering, then suddenly breaking away on one side when his hips give out on the side of his injured knee.
Luckily, Jayce has his arm still around him, carefully holding him up as he slowly starts maneuvering them onto their sides. It's an unconventional breeding position, but he can’t say that he minds. Not when Viktor fits so perfectly to his front and feels so incredible around his cock.
He can’t believe that he’s actually managed to take all of him. There’s no Omega slick to ease the way, no sweet little hole that was literally built to take an Alpha. Just him being determined somehow to take Jayce and Lord, when he curls around him he can peer over Viktor’s shoulder and see his cock pushing against his belly from the inside.
The bulge is entirely too obscene. It makes Jayce lose his mind all over again.
“Fuck,” he gasps, the only word somehow still racing around his skull for the moment. He doesn’t even have the wherewithal to be ashamed for his cursing before the words just keep spilling out: “Perfect; you’re perfect. Can you feel me? Can you… Lord, I want to knot you.”
Viktor chokes on a startled sob, his hands fluttering like butterflies through the air, then grabbing on to Jayce’s forearm in a vice that makes him wince even in his feral breeding brain.
“You can’t! It won’t fit!” he gasps, desperation making his insides hug Jayce so tight that for a few seconds all he can hear is the rush of desperate blood in his ears as he fights tooth and nail against the instinct to roll over, bury Viktor beneath him and fuck.
He breathes through it, eyes closed, the ringing subsiding somewhat to let him once again tune in to the sound of Viktor still babbling, voice rough and accent so thick Jayce can feel it pulsing warm and soothing behind his forehead: “Much too big, Alpha; so warm inside me; can feel you in my ribcage-”
Jayce’s hips jerk at that. Viktor sounds delirious. Delirious on cock, and he is so warm and so welcoming; still just letting this big feral-dumb Alpha fuck into him and not putting up any resistance to it.
There’s no way that he can bitch him in this single session. It takes a lot more for that to take and he wants it so so bad. He presses his wet mouth against Viktor’s bony shoulder, smearing it there in lieu of actually biting down even though his jaw aches with the need to do it.
He ruts into him; just dragging a couple inches of cock through Viktor’s clenching, magma hot passage while listening to his whistling, over-exerted breathing.
Every now and then, Viktor’s cock taps against the back of Jayce’s forearm. He wants to reach for it, jerk him off, but he can’t make himself let go of the ape-like grip he has around the slender Alpha.
“Please,” he gasps into Viktor’s shoulder. “Please! Please!”
He does not know what he’s asking for. But maybe Viktor does, because he throws his head back, nearly breaking Jayce’s nose in the prospect, and starts to come. Just like that. Without a hand on his dick. His narrow hips jump like those of a rabbit with its hind feet caught in a snare.
Jayce wraps himself even tighter around the other to ride it out, pressing his mouth so hard into Viktor’s shoulder that the other has to feel his large mating fangs through his lips.
His eyes are wide open but he isn’t seeing a single thing as his cock gets choked the life out of it by the writhing, bucking Alpha in his arms.
He needs him. He needs him. There is no way he can let him go again after this. He feels like he could go full on unhinged and stalk him if Viktor actually decided he did not want to keep getting bitched by Jayce.
He can feel himself going insane for this slim Alpha that he barely even knows.
He bucks forward, cock kicking in Viktor’s molten insides – and it is the feeling of his tip bumping into his own forearm clamped around Viktor’s belly that actually sends him over the edge.
His eyes water, his knot inflates – outside Viktor’s warm grasp – and he wrenches his head around and bites his own bicep in lieu of gnashing his teeth around Viktor’s shoulder and likely shattering his thin little collarbone.
They’re breathing harsh and exhausted, Viktor sounding on the verge of hyperventilation for a while there before he starts to calm down, his insides still periodically pulsing around the big Alpha’s big dick.
“How long?” he gasps eventually.
Jayce blinks slow and delirious, pulling his teeth from his arm, lips slick with his own blood.
“...Huh?”
“Until you can go again,” Viktor clarifies impatiently, a little whine in his throat. “I need it again, Alpha.”
Jayce whimpers, nodding obediently, chest growing warm with affection and relief.
“Just a little. Just a little. I can go again. I’ll take care of you. Just… just give me a few minutes.”
Viktor makes a little sound, somewhere between a growl and a purr. He sounds satisfied.
An Alpha taking part of a Mating Run, they suddenly catch the sweet scent of an Omega, but they can’t seem to pin the source down until they realize, they are the one being hunted.
Mating Run AU where the Omegas do the hunting/chasing
Idk if this counts as a Drabble but basically it starts as me theorizing an event in Prythian and then turns into ‘what if Azris’
WC: 3,325
(TW: A/B/O, loosely nsfw, talks of breeding, male omegas have cocklets and boypussies).
Okay but hear me out.
I want a Prythian mating run
Make it A/B/O (along with their regular magic powers) (however maybe there’s some traditional powder that participants are required to take so that it dampens their powers and awakens the alpha/beta/omega inside of them)
It’s primal, the lopers start first. Battling each other to find and make the best den and claim territory for them to bring their runner back to once they catch them.
After a while, they catch the scents of the runners filtering throughout the forest. That’s when the game truly begins.
the runners don’t make it easy (usually betas and omegas)
(What’s point of making it easy when you’re strong and want to make the alpha/beta prove they are worthy and can breed you full of strong pups)
(Any second gender is allowed to sign up in any position: runner or loper)
(For example, just last season the alpha prince of Adriata, Varian, shocked Prythian when rumors spread that he signed up to be a runner. The shock multiplied when it was rumored that he was caught by the scariest and tiniest alpha of Prythian, Amren of the Night Court. Legend has it the two came out four days after the mating run covered in blood and scratches but are now inseparable).
It’s all about scent.
Only unmated faes can participate. Think of the occasion like an annual festival to see if two halves of a whole can find one another.
Not every pair who comes together will be mates as an actual mating bond is rare to find (also sometimes the pairs aren’t even the most compatible scent-wise be it alpha athleticism, an omega caught in a trap, or just the luck of the catch) but usually by the time an loper catches an runner, both of their pheromones have their instincts roaring.
But if you are mates or just are the most compatible for one another… oh the mother will let you know. There will be some other force pushing the runner to go faster, there is something that pushes the loper to be more violent about ridding the runner’s trail of other lopers running after the same scent. The closer they get to one another the wetter the omegas cunt gets the heavier an alphas cock, even betas will adjust accordingly depending on whether they are a runner or a loper.
Azris below the cut
Now let’s say Eris enters the race this year as a runner. Years prior he’s been forced by his father to sign up as a loper despite the fact that he’s technecially an omega, which is fine (but dangerous- some fellow lopers would get distracted by his scent and try to go after him. While he always fought them off he can’t deny the inner thrill of the chase) and Some years he’s caught good scents and has even followed some of them, hunted them. Usually though, his interest would fade and he would just return to his den and hang out in his nest until the event was over.
Not this year, this year, instead of just going to the Autumn run, Eris heard a rumor that a certain Shadowsinger would finally be participating in an intercourt run. He hated himself for being weak to the temptation but ever since he felt the other’s scarred hands around his neck Eris’ inner omega can’t fight the fantasy of being knotted by the Illyrian.
Eris doesn’t tell his father that he’s signing up as a runner, of course. He just lets the man know that he is going to try his luck with a wider pool of runners to choose from- which Beron accepted.
There is a gathering before the run, this is where runners and lopers can mingle and familiarize each other with scents that intrigue them. Legend has it that it is at one of these minglings where Thesan and his lover first made contact. Eris goes to this meeting and tries to mingle. He talks to many handsome and beautiful lopers, but he doesn’t feel his cocklet twitch until he makes eye contact with Azriel, who is staring at him from across the room, over the head of the third archeron sister. Elain.
Shit. Eris can’t believe he let himself forget about the newest object of Azriel’s affections. He can’t believe he even allowed himself to hope for just a minute that the Shadowsinger might return his interest. He can’t believe he let himself think that he smelt the other’s cedar infused arousal back when he whispered in his ear at the High Lord’s meeting.
Eris quickly sidesteps so that he’s out of view of the Shadowsinger but he can’t rid himself of the memory of his hazel eyes. Maybe his father was right, he should never be a runner because omegas let their thoughts get clouded by their cunts.
Eris knows he should leave the gathering before Azriel could have the opportunity to spread the word to whatever other members of the Inner Circle that are present. But his inner omega is waging war against him. Give him your scent. We are the most worthy omega in here. Eris isn’t so sure if he agrees with that, but he’s come this far and defied his father by opening up the possibility for a son of Autumn to be caught and bred. He supposes it won’t hurt to give the alpha a reminder of the scent he should be hunting.
So Eris moves, head held high. He walks around the edges of the room, dodging wanting alphas who approach him. He stops once he’s two meters away from the present members of the Night Court Inner Circle, facing the back of Azriel’s wings that separate him from the two ladies in front of him—Mor and Elain. The two female fae are chatting with one another and Azriel is clearly focused on analyzing the room around him— at least Eris assumes so based on the slight movements of the black haired man’s head.
Shining gold twinkles at the corner of Eris’ eye and grabs his attention. He spies a tall spring court alpha adorned in gold jewelry. The male is not Tamlin but he sure is beautiful, Eris can’t help but think. He sees the golden male approaching his direction at the same time Eris recognizes a semi-familiar shadow flitting by him. He has an idea.
Eris waits as the golden alpha comes closer and closer and he makes note that the shadow that was passing by has stilled and attempted to blend in with the natural darkness of the wall nearest to him. Eris feels a smirk form on his face as he thinks about the fact that the Shadowsinger has no idea that Eris knows each and every time the male is watching him.
Finally, the golden alpha gets close enough and Eris purposefully angles himself so that the other will ‘accidentally’ knock into him. The plan goes accordingly and soon Eris is letting out a pointed gasp as the Spring Court Alpha catches him by the waist with an apology. Eris laughs then, purposefully emitting his toasted maple and almond scent as if he was truly embarrassed. Eris waves the golden alpha away, smiling as if he wasn’t disgusted by his musk of freshly cut grass, and calmly readjusts his blazer before walking towards the exit of the gathering. It’s not until after he takes two steps out of the door that he hears footsteps behind him and sees a shadow in front of him that mimics the lines of the familiar pair of wings that never seem to escape his mind.
“Why hello Azriel,” Eris says, pausing his movements, listening as the footsteps get louder as the Shadowsinger approaches him from behind. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“I think I should be saying that to you,” Eris can’t help but bite back a keen as he smells the other’s cedar aura. Azriel grabs him by the waist—his hand covering the exact same spot where the Spring Court alpha had held Eris earlier— and turns him around to face him. Eris is proud of himself for maintaining an unimpressed expression on his face as he feels his cunt clench around nothing.
Eris tries not to show how much Azriel affects him, he tries not to cry as the Shadowsinger releases him and puts his hands back in his pockets. He tries to convince himself that he isn’t desperate for this alpha to chase him tomorrow, to accept his challenge, to want him.
“Are you a runner or a loper?” Azriel asks, surprising Eris as the Autumn Court male was expecting some sort of snarky comment that is typical of a member of the Night Court when it comes to him.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Eris smirks in a manner that he knows irritates the other, hoping for Azriel to let out more of his scent.
“I’ve heard you usually spend your mating run in Autumn as a loper… that you haven’t…” Azriel trails off, his scent growing stronger as he completes the sentence internally. Eris takes a step closer to Azriel.
“That I haven’t taken anyone back to my nest? That I haven’t been bred yet?” He asks, “What is it Azriel, what have you heard?”
What do you want, alpha? Eris shushes his inner omega.
“I’ve heard you’ve chased hundreds of runners but none of them have satisfied you enough to finish the chase.”
Eris spies Azriel gulp and his wings twitch as he says so.
“What you’ve heard is true,” Eris admits and shivers as he senses Azriel’s cedar musk grow stronger. He feels his own inner omega screaming inside of him, begging him to let out his own maple and almond in response. He feels heat pooling in his stomach and he knows he needs to exit this conversation soon before his inner omega takes over completely.
“Are you running?” Azriel asks, stepping even closer to Eris. Eris glares at him, hating that Azriel’s curiosity is feeding into his inner hope that the male might be interested in him.
“Maybe, not that it should matter to you with the remaining Archeron sister in the mix,” Eris crosses his arms over his chest.
“It doesn’t matter to me, I just want to know,” Azriel insists. Eris rolls his eyes. Liar.
“Okay Shadowsinger, whatever you say,” Eris nods at the other and starts to walk off towards his tent, trying not to get his hopes up.
“Eris, wait!” Azriel calls out to him, causing Eris to pause.
“Yes?” He asks, turning around to face the other who hasn’t moved from has spot.
“I…” Eris feels more heat pool into his core at the growl of frustration that Azriel lets out.
“I fucking hate you, but I need to know,” Azriel sounds a mix of conflicted and determined. That is more than what Eris was expecting so he’ll take a win where he can.
“The only thing I will tell you is…,” Eris starts as he approaches Azriel, figuring this is his best chance to let the other know his intentions. Almost as if the Shadowsinger is in a trance he takes a couple steps forward to meet Eris, bringing the two chest to chest. Eris is taller but Azriel is wider with muscles and his wings.
“Hmm” Azriel hums, prompting him. Eris watches as Azriel removes his hands from his pockets and starts to clench and unclench them.
Tell him, his inner omega encourages. Eris knows this is his only chance to get what he wants. If he were to get caught by another loper, not mate him, and his father finds out Eris knows he will never be allowed to participate in another mating run again unless it’s in Autumn and he is loping.
“I’m tired of being empty, Azriel. I want pups, I want a partner, I’m tired of pretending I’m not interested in you,” Eris ignores how Azriel widens his eyes in surprise and continues before he loses his courage, knowing he would be executed by his father if the man ever found out Eris was so weak to his instincts.
“I know what I smelled in that High Lord’s meeting, your hands were around my throat but your alpha was in your eyes and he was daring me not to disobey. I could smell that you wanted me and I can tell that every time you’ve looked at me since you’ve been thinking about it,” Eris sniffs as he feels a tear coming to his eyes, he knows his dream is impossible but he also owes himself one last chance to see it through.
“Remember my scent, Azriel,” Eris shakily reaches out for one of Azriel’s scared hands and takes it into his own, ignoring how his inner omega screams in delight at the contact. Azriel doesn’t resist as Eris brings the shadowsinger’s wrist up to his neck and rubs it against his scent gland before releasing it. He briefly eyes how Azriel’s wings seem to spread wider around the two of them, almost like he’s trying to block Eris from the sight of anyone who may walk by. Eris refuses to get his hopes up, even as he notes how carefully Azriel brings his now-scented hand back to his side.
“Do know, Azriel, if you decide to try and catch me, I won’t make it easy for you. If you successfully catch me, I’ll try to break loose and force you to catch me again. If you give me no other options but to submit to you, I will never let you go. I don’t give second chances, I can’t afford to,” Eris’ amber eyes stay locked on Azriel’s returning hazel gaze, “I refuse to settle for anything less than what I deserve and do not think I will wait for you if some other alpha proves to be stronger.”
Azriel alpha lets out a growl at that statement. Eris ignores the surprise that blinks into Azriel’s eyes at his own reaction and he takes a step back so he can communicate his thoughts clearly—he also begs his inner omega to shut the fuck up about how badly Azriel’s alpha clearly wants them, Eris knows that hope only leads to disappointment. However, Eris also knows that he can’t afford to have any regrets here, so he must finish his piece.
“Think about what you want, Azriel. Don’t let your guilt or loyalty influence your decision. I will say this only once: I refuse to be your back-up option, if you come after me, you better want me.”
With that Eris turns around before Azriel can say anything or shift his expression in response to Eris pouring out his soul for the other to see. He quickly walks away, trying to ignore the eyes he can feel boring into his back as he does so.
That night in his tent Eris weighs the merits of following through with running. The mating run is about lopers chasing the most compatible scent. It’s a bloody affair, lopers often fight each other if they sense another alpha on the path to their runner of desire and even once the loper catches a runner any respectful runner will fight back and make them work for it.
The pre gathering is often a time for lopers and runners to first get familiarized with some scents so they can maybe find one they want to chase the next morning. If he is being honest with himself, Eris is a little embarrassed at how much weakness he showed Azriel in admitting he wants the other to consider him. But Eris also is someone who isn’t afraid to go after what he wants and he knows that realistically this is his only chance. Also he knows that Azriel’s family has probably planted doubts in Azriel’s head so Eris needed to make sure the other saw him as a possible mate.
As Eris lays down to sleep that night, he imagines how tomorrow could go if Azriel decides to choose him. The lopers would get up earlier and paint themselves in their chosen ritualistic symbols from their courts and that represent themselves. The runners would all gather behind the lopers as they line up to race into the forest, ready to compete to find and make the best den before the runners begin. Maybe if Eris is lucky, Azriel will give him a sign that he’s made his decision, that he is going to be coming after him. If that’s the case then Eris knows he won’t be able to stop his cunt from releasing juices as he bathes himself in preparation during the dedicated time while the lopers are in the forest and building dens. Eris would wait with the other runners once he was done, strategizing and planning against possible traps and obstacles that will be in his way. He knows he has an advantage as the heir of Autumn, even if the special powder they take dampen his powers, he grew up jumping from tree to tree along with all his siblings. Eris knows his inner omega will be singing and he will happily take a backseat once it’s finally time to run. He trusts his omega to guide him where to go and he trust in his own strength to keep him safe.
Eris knows he smells good, maple and almonds make a lovely mix and he knows his inner omega won’t be able to stop radiating his scent like a beacon. Eris is only interested in one alpha, and the powder doesn’t affect his wings as they are additional limbs. So he knows if Azriel comes for him, he would come from above. Eris imagines hopping from tree to tree staying under the cover of leaves. He imagines being stuck at one point, up high, the next tree too far for him to make the leap and a crowd of drooling alphas waiting for him to fall. He imagines Azriel finally swooping in and growling at them all, taking care of them viscously. Eris knows his cunt would be dripping at the sight but he also knows that he couldn’t watch he’d have to keep moving.
Eris doesn’t know how Azriel would finally catch him but Eris knows that he’d fight with every fiber of his being, he’d want Azriel to prove that he wants him, that he’s willing to do whatever it takes to claim him, that he’s strong enough to father their pups. He knows that his cunt will be throbbing once he finally submits and he hopes Azriel will take a moment to taste him before he flies them to his den.
Eris imagines that Azriel would probably set up his den in a cave on a mountain, higher than other alphas, easy to defend and probably close to a water and food source. He imagines that Azriel would be thoughtful and supply the cave with nesting materials for Eris to use once he brings him there.
Eris doesn’t even want to imagine what comes next as he knows the idea of Azriel breeding him over and over and claiming him will give him too much hope.
Eris falls asleep, oblivious to the shadows that occupy his tent, their master not planning on letting his dream omega slip away from him when he finally has a chance to make him his.
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OKAY so I wasn’t planning to write all of this, it’s kind of just a story I want to happen but I am too lazy to fully write myself.
But any thoughts?
Also lopers don’t have to kill rival lopers but there’s nothing against it if they do… azriel most definitely will eliminate threats.
(Also this is just an idea, if someone were to write something like this I would spread my legs for them especially if they added smut and gore WOOT)
I'm thinking this eve, of a mating run. Not your usual alpha-chases-omega-pounce-sex mating run, not necessarily, but more of a trust your gut, go into the woods alone, come out engaged sort of a mating run.
Mating run where it's a harvest festival, and everyone comes to have fun and to celebrate. Mating runs where there's an announcer who heckles anyone a bit too focused on one particular person - for into the woods you go and who you'll find, nobody knows!
Mating runs where the alphas get a head start, and run, aimless and fast through the tangled roots and low hanging branches (and if you don't live near a forest, mating runs where they race along the sand, trying not to get stuck in the sinkholes, or where they jog through a park, hopping over dog poo and discarded glass bottles, picking a path through a garbage heap - a mating run isn't restricted to a forest after all)
Mating runs where the omegas give chase, running after the others with no particular person in mind, just the trust in the moon and the chase and themselves - for into the woods you go, and who you'll be when you come out, nobody knows!
Mating runs where, more often than not, the catch occurs near a fruit tree (or a briar, or a coffee shop, or a nice patch of mushrooms) and when caught, the alpha is flushed and blushed and scent struck - for on the chase you'll find what you need, who matches you for you and who will stick to you like glue.
Mating runs where they both traipse back to the tent and sit down to fill in a two page form wherein they detail all those doctor questions but some of the kink ones and a few of the past relationship ones - for out of the forest they've come, and often, they've never seen the other person before.
Mating runs that might merge into a year and a day marriage, but where there is absolutely no onus on the couple to remain entangled by the time the next mating run comes back around.
Derek's fourth Chase will be his last if he doesn't catch an omega this time. He's starting to doubt this whole soul-mate thing anyway, at least until someone from his past shows up and gives him the run of his life.
