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𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 3,7K.

𖦹 content: hard dom!mikey, unprotected sex, knotting, slight voice kink, breeding kink, dub-con, breath play, a/b/o dynamic, marking, slight manhadle, mention of blood (but not blood kink), impregnation, mention of mindbreak, hair pulling, scratching, oral sex (f! receiving), feral!mikey (i feel the need to put this as a warning!).

𖦹 pairings: alpha!manjiro sano x omega!f!reader.

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How did you get to this position?

No, more importantly, at what point did your clothes come off your body and hit the floor?

The first thing you could honestly remember was having a small, not very important discussion with Emma and Chifuyu about going to her place. And by place, reference is made to the Sano house. The initial idea was just to accompany your two friends on what should be something like a movie night, but just his presence and knowing that he would possibly be there irritated you.

It irritated you to the point where you felt the blood ache against your temples, throat go dry, hands sweat cold and heart beat a little faster as if it wanted to pierce your ribs. But it was not exactly hate, you'd rather think it was just simple despise because that's exactly what Manjiro Sano deserved for his behavior.

Not everyday, usual behavior. But rather, what he apparently chose for the most difficult days in the months of his mediocre life. Some girls you knew used to say that Mikey had probably been the most aggressive and uncontrolled alpha with whom they had been (un)lucky enough to sleep. This kind of information was noted in your memory as a way to avoid him, at least on the days that it came to your attention that he would be going through some rut.

Sano Manjiro was a problem you didn't want to have to deal with. But still, when Chifuyu said that "the three of you were just going to watch a quick little movie and then go meet Kazutora and Takemichi at the cafeteria", you believed him too soon. And it wasn't as if your blond friend had lied, quite the contrary: his idea really was just to watch a movie with you and Emma and maybe even Mikey.

If only he wasn't locked in his bedroom trying to get through a rut without anyone's seemingly unnecessary help. And this information only came to your attention when, almost half a block away from the Sano family home, an intense smell intoxicated your nostrils, corroded your brain from the inside and almost knocked you out, leaving your legs as weak as jelly and you needing to lean on one of Chifuyu's arms.

— Holy shit... — You spoke desperately, putting one hand over your nose as you felt your head start to spin and eyes begin to focus, get cloudy and slowly refocus and shivers traveled up your back in the shape of electric waves and landed around the middle of your legs like a starter motor of an arousal you neither wanted nor intended to feel.

— Emma, wait up! — Chifuyu exclaimed as he saw Emma continue walking unaware that you had stopped walking to pull yourself together, and Mikey's sister turned back suddenly before running to where you and that beta had stopped in the middle of the street.

— Damn it, Emma... — You gasped, taking a deep breath before letting go of Chifuyu's arm and straightening the posture, your hand still covering your nose, even though your sanity was already beginning to be eaten away. — I swear ... if that fucking smell is coming from him, I’ll kill you and... — Emma interrupted you by raising her hands as if in surrender.

— In my defense, I didn't even know his rut started today! Y’know that almost every week I sleep in the college dormitory and he and Shin stay at home, just the two of them. — She complained, looking from you to Chifuyu. — You... what the hell, Y/N, if you want to go home, we'll take you back. — You bit your lower lip weighing your options, and as you took a deep breath before answering, your mind had to cling to whatever self-control was left so that your eyes wouldn't roll up as more of the essence of a guy you despised entered your nostrils.

— I already stink of Mikey's scent anyway, now there's no point in going home. — You huffed, shaking the air around your face in an attempt to get some of that essence out and walked back side by side with Chifuyu and Emma until the three of you were standing in front of the Sano family home. — Just don't leave me alone with him.

The two of them nodded in agreement, but you didn't feel all that firm in their agreement since you were looking from Chifuyu to Emma and vice versa and neither of them were wanting to maintain much eye contact. "Cowards...", you thought before entering the house and walking straight into the living room where there were already several pillows, comforters and sheets spread out on the sofa bed present in the middle of the room.

— I'll make some popcorn, be right back! — Emma announced, leaving her coat on the sofa and going to the kitchen, taking Chifuyu with her to get soda, juice and other sweets that she had probably bought just for that night.

You've stared at the Netflix catalog open on the television since only God knows when with hands nervously groping the edges of the shorts glued to your thighs and brain trying to wiggle out and push away the thoughts racing through your mind.

Was Mikey in his room? If so, was he feeling pain? The same way you felt when you were experiencing heat with no one to help you relieve the burning desire inside your body?

You huffed because you found yourself worrying a little too much about how Manjiro could handle his own rut. He didn't deserve your pity, but you needed to somehow clear your thoughts and make your hands stop breaking out in a cold sweat. Maybe washing your face would help. Your eyes went to the staircase leading up to the other floor of the house and a heavy sigh escaped through your lips.

"All right, Y/N, you just need to... go to the bathroom upstairs, wash your face, and run back down here. Obviously you can do that, you're not a child anymore."

And that's how their feet found each other, walking up the stairs as fast as possible.

When you reached the top floor, eyes automatically fell on the ajar door of Mikey's room. You knew it was his because you had been to the Sano house several times in other months. But today it wasn't wide open as usual, you could only see a sliver of light slipping through the edges of the door. Your tongue passed slowly over lips, your brain making you think: "What if..."

Your head cocked back and forth. What if nothing. Don't jinx it, keep going to the bathroom to wash your face.

Your feet took you to the bathroom that was about two doors away from Mikey's room and the more seconds that passed before your fingers turned on the sink faucet, the faster your heart beat, the more tension tightened your muscles from the inside to the outside, the more the pit of your stomach seemed to clench in anticipation.

But anticipation for what exactly? For Manjiro to get his claws into you?

You let out a debauched laugh at your own thoughts. "Not in a million years."

Soon after washing your face and drying hands, you found yourself facing that hallway again that seemed even longer than before and your eyes eventually landed on the ajar door to Mikey's room. The gap now seemed a little wider, and deep down you knew that Manjiro was on the other side of that door just waiting to pull you in, if the alpha inside his brain was getting tired of having to deal with its own rut alone. You knew he could smell you.

And then, the door to his room opened so fast that not a blink of your eye could assimilate the moment when the figure of Mikey, with his light hair and dark eyes in perfect contrast, cheeks soaked with a redness you didn't usually see much and only a pair of sweatpants that didn't hide his boner very well, stood in the middle of that doorway.

— The fuck are you waiting for? — You blinked a few times, feeling his voice travel through every fiber of your body and into your brain as if it were some kind of antidote to any doubts you had previously had.

— W-What? — Your voice faltered and broke in the middle of the question and you felt pathetic in front of the alpha who just glanced at your body for a few seconds and then finished unlatching the door to walk with quick, almost desperate strides and grab your shirt collar with a firm grip before pulling you toward him to the point where your face was only inches away from his and you had to brace your hands against the walls of the hallway to avoid ending up with your lips on his prematurely.

— Don't play dumb with me, Y/N, not now. — His voice sounded even huskier and lower than before, his breath hitching against your cheeks, the smell radiating from his body making you have to mentally shout that Mikey was a problem you didn't want to have to take care of, and his eyes moving from yours to your mouth slowly. — Y'know I need to... — His face tilted in your direction and you tried to push your head back in the opposite direction. — This, from you, dammit.

— No, Mikey, I'm not going to become your little toy like... — The look on his face was enough to make you shut up and get legs shaking some more.

It wasn't as if you were seeing Sano Manjiro who laughed at your mean little jokes. It was a beast that was usually cooped up inside of him.

And the next thing you knew he was tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face against his to kiss you with an eagerness and gluttony that made you run out of air too fast.

Manjiro quickly hooked hands around your waist and pulled you, literally: pulled you, into his room before slamming the door. His lips were still on yours, tongue wanting to slide into your mouth and you tried not to return the kiss until you felt his palms slide down your back to reach the collar of your shirt again and start tearing the fabric.

The tatters of your shirt falling to the floor and the bed and being accompanied by your shorts that were not ripped by Mikey, but had the buttons popping open as they were forced open by his nimble fingers. And you didn't want to admit that it turned you on a little, more than you would allow yourself to say out loud.

Maybe it was the Omega inside your conscience burning to give yourself to Manjiro. Maybe the contempt trapped inside you was simply, in fact, pure tension or repressed sexual desire, since you and that Alpha now above you hungrily taking your lips looked like two magnets destined to end up pulling against each other.

It was only a matter of time before he managed to get hands on you.

Your fingers tangled in Mikey's soft hair not knowing whether they wanted to pull his face closer or push him away so that you could regain the air that had escaped your lungs. And just as his tongue managed to slide into your mouth and curl around yours, the sound of some more fabric being torn was heard and you, without having to look to be sure, knew it was your panties because seconds later a warm breeze was hitting your wet folds and newly exposed clit and making you moan against his lips.

His hands felt so warm traversing your body, squeezing your waist and doing the same to your breasts before placing themselves on your thighs and spreading your legs so far apart from each other it almost hurt. His lips parted from yours and a thin line of saliva connected the tip of your tongue to his in almost the same lewd way seconds later his mouth connected with your throbbing pussy as Manjiro slid down your body and felt the all too tempting sweet scent of your intimacy reach his nostrils and finish sweeping away any self-control present in his mind.

And he wanted so badly to take his time eating you out. Licking his lips on your juices and letting his eyes roll up every time you pulled his neatly cropped hair to force his face a little further between your legs. Exactly as you began to do as soon as the tip of his tongue brushed against your swollen clit and applied a little pressure there.

Your almost pathetic Omega body couldn't refuse everything an Alpha like Mikey could offer and make you feel, proof of which were the moans in the shape of "Manjiro" escaping your lips and the way your toes curled in a failed attempt to get some of the tension out of your body.

His room beginning to smell of sex and the essence of its owner. Of your future owner.

Mikey's cock was aching inside his sweatpants and it didn't take long for him to rise up with your juices dripping down his chin to get rid of those pants soon and finally release his shaft almost completely smeared with pre-cum.

"Fuck", was the first thing you thought as the alpha above you grabbed your legs to press them against your breasts in a typical mating press position and your eyes couldn't disengage from how his pink tip was leaking probably more than it would in a sexual situation out of a rut. Your brain struggling between the anticipation of wanting to feel him fully enlarging you and the fear of it hurting more than you expected.

— Mikey, I-fuck! W-Wait! Cannot-- — One of his hands hooked around your mouth to pull your body up until your eyes were directly facing his and, at the same time that this action of his made your stomach flutter even more in anticipation and your breathing quicken, the swollen tip of his cock pressed against your tight entrance and pressed there to start sliding into you.

— You will. — Manjiro spoke in something that was little more than a simple moan mixed into a feral growl and before he really finished penetrating you with his tip, his hips were already thrusting against yours to really widen your walls and finally make his dick fully enter your warm, soft interior until it was kissing your cervix. — Fuck-mhm! — Mikey's head fell back and a long, drawn-out moan escaped from deep in his throat and made you tighten around his shaft. — This, you, fuck. Exactly... ngh what I needed.

The hand that was once over your mouth fell to the middle of your neck in a firm grip that was eventually pressing you against the mattress of the messy bed, his cock beginning to move in and out of your tight pussy as if you were little more than a fleshlight at hand to be used and Manjiro's voice above you escaping through in the form of moans, grunts and the words "You," "tight".

And once he started thrusting harder and harder, with what gentleness he always possessed because he couldn't control himself properly, you could barely make up your mind whether what predominated your body was pain or pleasure. Your muscles were completely spasming and eyes could barely fix or focus on Mikey's sweaty and flushed face above you.

So this is what it felt like to lay with a guy, with an alpha like him? Being used like a ragdoll? To enjoy being treated like that? Goddammit, Manjiro was fucking out of your body any kind of spiteful attitude or contempt you tried to feel for him, putting you in exactly the only possible place you should have always been: beneath him, moaning like you were facing your own heat, with saliva dripping from the corners of the lips and eyes rolling up every time his cock kissed your cervix and his pelvic bone rubbed against your swollen clit.

Your eyes fell on Mikey's ajar lips that were letting out several moans and whimpers and you felt the shame burn inside your cheeks and make you tighten around his dick as you wondered how well they seemed to fit yours. Definitely, the alpha above your body, fucking you in mating press, was driving you completely insane. At what other point in your life had you even thought about wanting to kiss him?

However, he seemed to understand exactly what you wanted, needed. Even without you verbalizing it, even though his mind was too busy being consumed by pleasure and lack of self-control.

Seconds later, one of Manjiro's hands was tangling fingers in your hair and pulling your face up until his mouth was over yours in a heated, needy kiss. And the more time the two of you spent kissing, the more his hips seemed to apply force against yours; eventually the headboard of the bed was slamming against the wall forcefully and adding yet another repetitive, lewd sound to the symphony that until then had only consisted of your moans, the alpha's grunts and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

You could feel his dick pulsing against your walls, it was obvious that Mikey was dangerously close to cumming inside you, to filling you completely to the point of leaking, to fucking his little puppies into your womb, to knotting you. And just because of that, babbling and panting in the dumb, stupid format of "Please" and "D-Dont" began to drip from your lips at the same time that Manjiro's mouth slid from your lips and lodged itself on your neck in little bites that were sure to leave marks.

Your hand still hooked in his platinum hair, pulling it as if it were a small incentive for him to continue, for him to carry what he started to the end. Your hips forcing themselves against his.

Oh, marking you. Marking, marking, marking. The only thing besides knotting you present in Mikey's mind was this. He had the right to make you completely his, didn't he? Make you the only possible mom of his puppies, right?

Manjiro wrapped hands around your waist to keep your body still as he continued to pound inside you and then you felt probably the only sensation that you had never gotten to feel until then, during the times you had sex with other people who were Beta. Receiving the teeth of an alpha sinking into the curve of your neck hard enough to make little fillets and droplets of blood spring up and run down your shoulder.

He was literally marking you forever and instead of trying to push him away, as you would have done if you were in full consciousness, your hand simply forced his face a little deeper against your neck.

The spasms that coursed through your body because of Mikey's simple action made you clench massively around his cock and literally end up cumming with such intensity that you almost felt as if your eyesight was going completely blank and mind was almost giving out. The only thing holding you to consciousness was the sound of skin slapping against skin and the feel of his dick fucking you mercilessly.

And just after you had cum completely on his shaft, you felt Manjiro's base swell and become engorged just seconds before his hot cum was spurting straight into your womb and the veins around his dick were pulsing against your walls and making you moan his name out loud. The alpha's hot breath above you slapping against your marked neck and your hands sliding down his back to scratch them until they left welts behind. The feeling of being completely filled was mind-boggling, it almost made you end up cumming again.

Mikey's head falling back as he felt you drain practically every last drop of his fertile cream while several disconnected sounds escaped through his lips. "You", "fuck", "mine", "this".

And one of your hands going to grab hold of Manjiro's hair again to pull him into another kiss. You stupidly felt the need to have him kiss you again, as if it were a testament that the two of you were now each other's and maybe at the moment your mind didn't even realize the gravity of what it was like to be marked and knotted by Sano Manjiro.

As soon as the base of his cock began to deflate and it was possible for Mikey to slowly withdraw from your filled pussy, your head fell back to lean against the soft mattress of his bed and he propped his hands one on either side of your head to stared at your face as breathless as his own. You looked beautiful like that, beneath him, completely fucked up, with your body ruined, almost to the limit.

And this time it was he who resumed the kiss, his arms cradling you in an embrace that you didn't want to think was too affectionate not to end up liking Manjiro more than you wanted to. The panting breaths of the two of you gradually merging until you undid that temporary connection.

But from the hungry and lustful look still present on his face, it was obvious that soon his feral and brutal alpha persona would come back to dominate him again, and your stomach seemed to get butterflies again in anticipation of imagining it.

— I want it again, Mikey... — You spoke trying not to sound as needy or embarrassed as you really were and your eyes swore they saw a small sideways smile draw on his face. — There's no way you can run away from me after today, y’know that, don't you? — One of his hands slid up to grip your chin tightly.

— The only person who was trying to run away from anyone here was you. — Manjiro whispered, running his tongue over lips before sliding fingers to the mark left on the side of your neck as if it were a victory prize. — You're going to be such a good mommy to me, aren't you? If you can handle the next few hours with me I might just consider you my golden Omega. — You swallowed hard before again being drawn into a panting kiss.

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A SCIENTIST!GOJO SATORU X ASSISTANT!F!READER FIC.

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW (mdni), manipulative!yandere!alpha!Gojo, omega!f!reader, dubcon, a/b/o dynamics, mating bites, breeding, knotting, sex pollen, syringes/injections

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

A/N: here’s my piece for my discord server’s collab: rated L for Lewd! big thank you to @hisoknen for beta reading and offering your thoughts!! still super happy that you love the way i write this dumb bastard man 🥺

Heavy are your footfalls that meet the unyielding terrain of the mysterious planet that’s been on you and your fellow scientists’ radars for quite some time now. You exasperatedly thumb through what’s left of your notes while your lanky boss stretches a foot or so ahead of you, long arms inviting the sky into them. He throws his head back over his shoulder to flash an award-winning smile at you. It drops and forms into a pout when you don’t even dignify him with a look.

“Still mad at me?” he asks.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Yes,” you hiss through your teeth, “Gojo you ruined a significant portion of my field notes with your reckless, thoughtless piloting. Again.”

Gojo’s suddenly in front of you, face leaning into yours. You jump, taken aback at the close proximity in which you can smell the aroma of coffee off of him from the stack of unsalvageable notes you had thrown at his face.

“Y/N.”

“Yes, Gojo?”

“You shouldn’t frown so much. Y’know, they say it takes twenty-six more muscles to frown than it does to smile.” he cheerily singsongs as he pulls at the corners of your lips into a mock smile. You swat his hand away, irritation etched deeply between your brows. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’re gonna get wrinkles the more you keep contorting that pretty face of yours. C’mon, follow my example!” Gojo says as he beams down at you. You continue staring at him with such blatant unamusement that he practically deflates and kicks a rock away dejectedly. He mumbles under his breath, causing you to quirk an eyebrow.

“Have something you want to say?” you inquire before he mumbles again, this time facing away from you. 

Whining, he turns to fix puppy-dog eyes on you. “I already said I was sorry…”

You suck in a harsh breath, the irritation rolling off of you in waves. “‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it you absolute idiot! You knew how important those notes were. I needed those to work off of for Yaga’s report and you just—!”

“What if I told you I already submitted a report for you using the notes you like to just leave around where any old idiot like me can pick them up?” Gojo grins seeing you sigh and rake a hand through your hair.

Before any words could leave your mouth, a bellowing boom shakes the ground somewhere in the distance, acid green liquid spewing high into the air. You both share a glance.

“Adventure awaits, dearest Y/N!” your moron of a boss exclaims before marching onwards towards the source of the booming noise. You follow in his footsteps, trying in vain to match his strides. Why’d the damned bastard have to be so tall?

As you two cautiously approach the area of concern, Gojo quickly throws a set of technologically-advanced headphones at you which you catch effortlessly and immediately wear. Beyond the planet’s flora and fauna that spreads into the horizon, a geyser comes into your line of sight. Another rumble reverberates through the ground as that same liquid from earlier shoots out of the hole. Stabilizing your feet, you continue on alongside your partner.

“Hand me a reinforced test tube,” Gojo tells you in a businesslike manner. “We need a sample of that to bring back to HQ. Stay here.”

You nod solemnly as you place the tube in the waiting palm of his hand, expecting your boss to come bounding back to you excited at the prospect of new material to research.

What you didn’t expect when you went to search for him, was the blow to the back of your head, effectively shutting the lights of your world off, submerging you into total-encompassing darkness.

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Pairing: Omega!Bokuto x Alpha!f!reader

Tags/tw: Body insecurity/reassurance, hurt/comfort, listen we are taking care of him okay, nipple play, oral, anal fingering, anal sex, knotting, heavy praise kink, thighs thighs thighs, creampie

WC: 7.1k

A/N: For those who are unfamiliar with abo, female alphas have dicks but they’re still women!! They still have boobs and feminine features. This is strictly an abo universe thing, it’s not a comment on anything else.

A/N2: Me and @meiansmistress (thanks for beta-ing my love <3) were thirsting and thinking and got to talking about how criminal it is that there’s hardly any female!alpha fics out there, so we decided to do something about it 😤💞 At the bottom of this fic you’ll find a link to the sister fic to this one, with Omega!Osamu

Bokuto Koutarō, wing spiker of the MSBY Jackals, is not the alpha most believe him to be. He looks like one, with sharp canines and an intimidating physique with his towering height and bulging muscle; he even somewhat smells like one, he’s been told quite often. 

So that’s what he started letting people believe. It was easier—and somewhat less painful—than the raised eyebrows, surprised exclamations and judgemental looks on the rare occasions when Bokuto shared the truth: 

That he’s actually an omega.

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