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omegaverse guide

Hi, besties! :)

As you are probably already aware, within the omegaverse there are many and many currents, in which, although the basic concept remains, the anatomy and rules may vary. This is a little guide to the omegaverse I'll be working with, focused on the female side.

There is nothing mandatory, as long as everything makes sense in your universe, just create and enjoy!!!

So, the omegaverse is an alternate universe where society is divided into three subgenres: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Let's get this started!!

ALPHAS are at the top of the three genders and have the dominant role in society. This hierarchy comes from a possessive and strict Alpha stereotype. However, in modern societies, it's common to see friendly Alphas playing simple roles.

Being a high-class and powerful hierarchy, their aroma should help give that image, which is why they are usually sophisticated aromas that attract a lot of attention. Contrary to other hierarchies, Alphas have a strong scent that overshadows others and easily attracts everyone.

Alpha women are intelligent and exude a sex appeal that attracts Omegas of all kinds.

Their heat causes an increase in their character, making them the stereotype of Alpha. They are physically a woman; they have breasts, a vagina, and a clitoris, as well as vaginal lips. However, and here comes one of the differences with Beta or Omega women, her clitoris fulfills the function of the male penis, lengthening at the time of intercourse and retracting at the end of it. Just like Alpha males, they can knot. They can also impregnate Beta women and both Omega men and women.

BETAS are the middle range. Their anatomy and physiology are identical to those of the common human. Women can get pregnant from Alpha and Beta men and women.

OMEGAS, stereotypically, are the cute and sensitive part of the hierarchy. They take on more routine, low-impact roles. Their aroma is usually mild, although during heat it increases. They can express their emotions through it.

Omega women are characterized by having a calm countenance and personality. They often have a strong character and, like men, are also quite territorial.

Their anatomy and physiology are identical to those of the common human. They can get pregnant from Alpha and Beta men and women.

Omegas go into some sort of mating cycle or heat. This heat can occur as often as monthly, as human menstrual cycles do, or as rarely as every five years. The universal characteristic of each heat cycle is that the omega really really really really needs to have sex with someone. 

What is a heat? 

A heat is a time when the Omega is most fertile and ready to mate, or just hide away until the heat is over. If they have an Alpha mate, they will never leave their side unless they need to get their Omega food or water. Mainly, they have sex and then rest. They keep a watchful eye over their Omega, listening to them and caring for them. But in bed, they still are the dominant ones.

If an Omega has no mate, that could be dangerous to even leave the house. They could get raped and forced into all of this, even if they protest and try to run. So they basically lock themselves in a room and use many toys to get through this.

A good part about this heat is that the Omega will self-lubricate, which means they only need to prep the Omega a bit more to have sex. During these heats, the hormones in an Omega go all crazy. A strong scent is released during the heats, causing the Alphas to smell it and chase after the Omega. If there is already an Alpha with that Omega, they will fight the other Alphas off.

Most of this time is spent having sex, even if the omega immediately starts having sex with the alpha at the beginning of the heat, they are still locked into sex for the next several days. Many orgasms are involved, as are utterly insane amounts of semen. The hole of the omega provides a huge amount of fluid and lubrication. The alpha/omega partners appear to be hormone-addled enough that they do not get bored or chafed during this time. The many orgasms appear to help make the whole situation tolerable.

Once knotted, there is a high chance that the omega will become pregnant. Hormonal birth control generally works like the pill in the regular universe, take a pill daily, take some type of injection, etc.

What is the Alpha Voice?

It is a characteristic Alphas possess that can force another to do what they are ordered, even against their will. For it to be fulfilled, the other person must be a minor, even if it is for a couple of days, and have a lower social rank (subordinate, child, etc). If used on a Beta or Omega, it will cause great pain if they try to refuse the order. The Alpha Voice is impossible to ignore or disobey.

To differentiate it from a normal command, the Alpha voice is usually written in bold.

What are the bonds?

Bonds are links connecting one individual to another. They often take place as a physical claim on the body that results in a mental link between two people where the two people connected can feel each other’s emotions. There are several types:

FROM PARTNER TO PARTNER. Involves physical claims on the neck/upper collarbone. The bond ceremony often, but not always, takes place during a shared mating cycle after courting. A romantic bond tends to fade after three years, so it must be reinforced. The more often partners reinforce their bond, the stronger the bond will become and the slower it will fade. Only one partner must receive the physical claim, however, the claim is strongest when both partners have a physical claim from each other. The breaking of romantic bonds before they fade is dangerous and can result in extreme illness, unhealthy mating cycles, or even death in some rare cases.

FROM SEXUAL PARTNER TO SEXUAL PARTNER. Involves physical claims on the inner thighs. Can happen at any point and does not have a traditional ceremony. Sexual bonds are the easiest bonds to break and naturally break after 3 days to a week. Must be reinforced often if partners want the bond to stick. Sexual bonds often happen between partners who want an increased level of sexual intimacy in their relationship or more pleasurable, shared intimacy. Also often happen between hookups and one-night stands. Are the least “serious” of the bonds.

I could do a much longer guide, but for OS' this will do. Anyway, there are millions of wonderful, comprehensive and brilliantly explained guides out there, this is just a shortcut to get straight to the point.

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più raro [tasm!]

Don't worry, this ain't love, but it feels so good.

PAIRING: TASM! Peter Parker x Boy

SUMMARY: The summer of '92 hit differently for Dante.

The streets of the commune of Positano have always hosted a large number of tourists, attracted like flies by its Renaissance architecture, its craft stalls and its crystal clear sea and fine sand.

One sunny June morning Peter arrived. With little luggage and a lot of desire to explore he would meet an adorable Italian boy who he would fall head over heels for.

Dante, however, didn't mean to fall in love, but things took a different turn when he met that radiant smile.

NOTES: Summer love. Set in the 90's.

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Peter...

Peter feels like a breath of fresh air. Like a ray of sunshine. His skin always so warm, his breath so fresh, somewhat minty, his fluffy hair, his bright eyes, his clean smile.

But this ain't love. Not even a fixation. Just summer horniness.

I sink into the water with my eyes open. The sun reflects on the surface, but even so, I can make out the distorted silhouette of Peter waving his arms ecstatically and gesticulating phrases I don't hear. He sure is telling me that sea salt is not good for the eyes. He's so ridiculously responsible for insignificant things.

I push myself back in order to get away from him, with my toes brushing the sand, and he immediately sinks, taking an impulse to come closer. When his face is barely an inch from mine I can't help but smile stupidly. Peter copies me and locks our lips together, which makes me smile deeper against his mouth if that's possible.

I don't know if it makes any sense, but his lips taste exactly like summer. Perhaps that's the connection and it will end in the fall, otherwise, I don't understand why I can't stay away from him. Must be for the summer.

It was in the first weeks of June when Peter got here. Of all the people who visit Positano for their days-long vacation, Peter came to spend the whole summer and, he told me, cleanse his aura, eat in the fields, breathe clean air and bathe in the warm Mediterranean sea. I remember it like it was yesterday; getting out of the cab with an overly small backpack to carry three months' worth of luggage, clad in his little shorts with his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and his cap smashing his curls. He knew how to say Buongiorno, Amore, and little else. He claimed that that was all he needed to know to get ahead, he was always so hopelessly romantic in every way. One of the first things I thought about him was Jesus, this boy never stops smiling?

For all that Peter emanated, it was inevitable that he would end up drawing me to him.

He slept in Aureliana's guest room, who was older and needed help to do the groceries and clean the house, so Peter did it for her in exchange for being able to stay (just for the night) for free. The rest of the day, when he wasn't doing those chores, he would spend reading on the beach or walking through the mountains. Until he met me.

I'm almost completely dry when Peter collapses on top of me, soaking wet and with his hair dripping onto my book.

"Pietro!" I scold him and turn as best I can to face each other.

"I love when you call me that!"

He laughs and kisses my forehead, cheeks and ears, chin and forehead again. He shakes his hair like a dog to make me even wetter and I smack him in the bicep.

"Oh, you're so comfortable... I think I'll take a nap on top of you."

"No, you won't, because if you stay on top of me I'm going to strangle you, with my legs."

"Oh, no, this fine boy's gonna put his legs on me, what a misery. But I can't help it, I'm dying of sleep, my eyes are closing against my will. Pff, 'M defeated." Peter falls on my neck and snuggles up "Those legs, let me feel 'em."

I let out a laugh and slap him on the ass.

"You're an idiot. Come on, get off me."

Peter pouts at me and slides to the side landing on the towel, but it's too late.

"Froci, andrai all'inferno!" an old man in a striped bathing suit yells at us.

We've been called "faggots" so many times these months that Peter has already learned the word, but he doesn't understand the "you will go to hell" part and I don't translate it for him either.

He fakes a pornographic moan by looking directly at the man, who starts to walk angrily towards us, so we grab our clothes and towels and run.

Ever since he's arrived, he's been making me think that he won't stop exposing himself until something really bad happens to us. Sometimes I get the feeling that he doesn't think that what we do can possibly be seen badly, he behaves as he would with a girl. Lives so freely. If he gets rejected here, he'd simply go somewhere else, I can't do that, but I envy it.

He's the kind of man I want to be.

The kind of man to be.

"Jump!" he tells me and wraps me around his waist like a koala, his hands cupping the bottom of my thighs. I hang both towels around my neck and our shirts around his, I don't quite know what to do with my book so I just leave it at the intersection of my crotch and Peter's chest.

He runs across the sand away from the shore and the angry old man in striped swimming trunks. He stumbles and wobbles every now and then, slips on a mound and rolls us down the small incline like a croquette. There's no need for him to carry me on, I could just run after him, but he picks us up surprisingly quickly and starts running again, leaving my book behind, so I yell at him to stop between laughs and he answers: "I'll buy you a hundred more if you want, amore!"

I weigh the pros and cons for a second and decide I'd do anything Peter asks, so I forget about the copy of La Ciociara left in the sand. Hopefully, it'll still be there tonight when we come back for dinner.

Peter sneaks through the gap in a fence (surely caused by dogs that should be kept on a leash) into the back garden of a small red and white chalet. That is not Aureliana's house. He leaves me on the other side, looking at him expectantly, and disappears running across the grass. How isn't he tired? He returns with a plastic stool that he throws through the fence so I don't have to crawl through the dirt as he did and gives me a crooked smile.

"How chivalrous, mister!" I laugh. I don't know why it surprises me that he's always laughing when I'm always laughing in his presence. It must be really fun for him to be with himself constantly.

"Anything for you, dearest. Come on, climb, I don't know if these people are home."

The dog, who was probably sleeping until now and judging by his slowness in detecting intruders must be very old, doesn't start chasing us until we are already on the other side of the garden and, unwisely, we make the brilliant decision to enter the house.

We walk stealthily down the hall until we hear a door close and a man's voice. What could we expect if the back door was open?

Back to running.

This day is going to kill me.

"Marisa, c'è qualcuno in casa! Prendi il fucile!"

Oh, we're screwed.

"Shotgun!" I yell at Peter as I grab his hand to drag him behind me and hopefully out of the house.

"What?" he asks confused.

"They have a shotgun!"

We find what looks like the exit door and struggle for a second to open it. Just as the man stops at the end of the hallway we're in, we jump out and run down the street. The man walks out onto his porch and shoots into the air.

"Porta quell'americano fuori di qui!"

All of our things fall along the way, leaving a trail of clothes behind us.

Once we are sure that we have disappeared from the reach of man, we stop under the shade of some trees. I collapse exhausted on the floor and Peter looks down at me smiling.

"Now what?"

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Cuando Me Miras [M.P.]

I'd leave everything behind when Maddy looks at me like that.

PAIRING: Maddy Pérez x Trans boy

NOTES: Life-time crush. Smut implied. Maddy and Nate never met.

SONG: Cuando Me Miras - C. Tangana

WORD COUNTER: 2.8k

I always saw her as almost surreal; out of my league, out of anyone's league. It's very confusing for a little girl to feel this way towards a classmate, much more so when you feel it for the first time.

She looked down at the girls and with disdain at the boys. Winning beauty contests with her hands tied and failing subjects nonchalantly, constantly thinking that this town was too small for her greatness.

I would give anything for a minute of Maddy's attention.

Things changed in senior year, when she started keeping her middle fingernails short, wearing mini-skirts much more often, and giving me sneaky glances from across the class. Her perfume kept me in a kind of limbo, I dreamed of her practically every week and my legs weakened when I met her gaze. My infatuation was already almost completely unconcealed, she knew perfectly well and I couldn't do anything to avoid it.

—You on astral travel? –I blink a couple of times to clear my vision and look over at her, leaning with both hands on my table. Her hair falls to her shoulders, her collarbones look so delicate even under the school's LEDs that the prospect of having to form a coherent sentence right now overwhelms me– Hey! Are you still with us?

—Mh-mhm. Just thinking.

—Yeah, do it some other time. I need your test –I frown in confusion. What's going on that she needs my test? How long had I been looking at her legs before this? She snaps her fingers and reaches out to me–. Your test. Now.

I'd rather eat shit than contradict her, so I fold the papers and hand them to her I don't know why.

That little interaction is enough to keep my stupid teenage brain daydreaming for days to come. I think about her when I study, when I'm with my friends, when I see her and when I don't and I know that this has gotten worse for me noticeably.

Five minutes of her attention this time, please, God.

On Friday we have this festival. I consider myself the number one fan of high school festivals. I don't know what they're about, I don't understand the game or the rules of American football, the guys on the team make me nauseous and the seats hurt my ass. But the cheerleaders, I forget everything when I see the cheerleaders. I'd let them kick me, spit on me, step on my face and would thank them.

They come out, wonderfully made up, wonderfully coiffed, incredibly stylized in their uniform. My eyes go to her. How pretty.

Avery sits down next to me again and offers me a soda. She makes empty conversation as she pulls her blonde hair up into a ponytail.

—Then we go to the party, huh.

—Oh, Avs, if I see another straight white man with the most ordinary face you've ever seen making out with the hottest motherfucker you've ever seen 'M gonna fuckin' shoot myself.

—You are the most dramatically Shakespearean person I have ever seen.

—Oh Juliet, my Juliet, this gonna end in a double homicide and that's a threat.

When the game and performances are over we take Avery's car to her place. She puts on an obscenely tight dress, does her makeup and my makeup, fills my hair with star-shaped glitter and baubles that make me feel pretty. We pick up Amelié and go to the house of I don't know what player who drools over Avs.

I sit on the first couch I see, where I settle down before taking out my things and starting to grind. I see Avery and Amelié disappearing into the mass, ready to dance. On the contrary, I find it comforting to be unnoticed in the crowd, it's calm, feels like being in a different dimension for me.

I finish rolling the joint and light it up. The smell must be like a super signal to Rue, who finds me in the blink of an eye. She sits next to me, hands me her drink, and I pass her the joint.

—It has M? –I ask smelling the liquid and she nods.

She spends ten minutes talking about her girlfriend without barely taking a breath and says goodbye when she sees her sister walking through the front door.

I continue alone for another half hour until the first Spanish song we'll have in a long time comes on, even though a quarter of us here are Latinos, and I get up to find my friends. I spot Amelié with a redhead on her neck and start shouting the lyrics at her:

Pobre diabla

Se dice que se te ha visto por la calle vagando

Llorando por un hombre que no vale un centavo

Pobre diabla, llora por un pobre diablo

Amelié throws herself into my arms and I give her a spin. I don't know where she left the girl, but I'm glad she did. We dance the whole song. It makes me feel happy and euphoric, maybe it's just because I'm extremely stoned but I don't want to think about it too much. She dances and jumps until she is lost again among the people.

I laugh to myself. I gather my things that are miraculously still on the couch and go to the bathroom.

I throw the butt in the sink and wash the few parts of my face that aren't covered in purple paint. I hear the sound of the door and I raise my head, seeing Maddy's reflection in the mirror.

—Hey.

She doesn't say anything, just smiles at me and leans against the sink. She's wearing a dress that barely covers four inches below her low hips, her hair pulled back, knee-high boots. Has to be the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my entire life.

She taps her fingernails against the marble, again the right middle ones short. Isn't she straight? That gives me a chill.

—You look pretty tonight.

I dry my hands on my pants and position myself in the same way as her.

—Can I ask you a question?

—Sure.

—You want to fuck me, don't you? –I choke. This can't be happening, it's impossible. It's definitely the work of my stoned brain begging for a little spice. But it does happen because she keeps talking– I realize how you look at me, how you do it especially with my legs.

—Who wouldn't? –I shudder at my own response. Why have I said it like that? God, what an asshole. I want to go home and lock myself in my room. Maybe I'll skip our common classes for a week.

—Yeah, right? That's what I ask myself. And I ask it myself day, after day, after day, after day... But you never take the first step –she moves towards the door. For a moment I think I screwed up, but when I hear the latch I go to heaven. She turns and looks at me leaning against it–. What are you waiting for?

I walk toward her tentatively. I don't really know what to do. I have spent so many years of my life adoring this woman and now I am so close.

—I guess at a signal from you.

—Is this not enough signal for you?

It's the moment. I know it's the moment, I can't let it pass. I take her face in my hands and kiss her.

I'm so nervous that I forget to move for the first few seconds until she takes the initiative. It's messy and confusing, but it's so good. I've waited so long for this, I've had so many fantasies, so many failed attempts that came to nothing.

We move to the counter and I lean her against it. I don't know where to go. My hands itch. What do I do with them? I want to have them in too many places at once. I scan her face to make sure it really is her, travel my hands down her chin and cheeks, place them under her ears and stroke with my thumbs. It's obvious that I have never been so anxious about anything, but she fits perfectly.

—Why don't you let me take care of this? –she suggests without almost separating from my mouth and I can only nod.

She pushes my chest to give herself some space and get out of the confinement between my body and the sink. She has the most lustful look I've ever seen. She has so many things that I have never seen in anyone else.

—Down –she demands and looks down at the ground.

Before I know it, I'm already on the floor. I hold myself up straight on my elbows and watch her bend over. She straddles me, places her hands on the sides of my torso, and flies on top of me. I try to move towards her lips, but she quickly backs away and pushes me back into place.

—I wanna kiss you –I ask. My voice is completely distorted, I'm almost embarrassed to sound so desperate.

She ignores me with a smile and moves to my neck.

She still doesn't touch me. I only feel the heat and know she's very close.

—Be quiet. You don't want someone to come close to the door and hear you, do you, honey?

I deny busily, which must please her, because she closes the distance and starts kissing. Her plump lips feel like they belong there, at least to me. I want to feel this for the rest of my life. I drop my head back and it resonates as it hits the ground. She can't help but laugh softly.

She doesn't stop. Starts grinding her hips, which I guess she does to get guys hard, but for me, it only brings a louder sigh than I would have liked. She slides her hands inside my shirt, runs over my hips again and again as if she was trying to create a mental image of it before seeing them. I'm sure they're much thinner than she's used to, more like hers. She goes higher and higher, squeezes and kneads here and there. She stops when she feels the edge of my binder and brings them back down, near the waistband of my jeans.

—Madds...

She breaks away to look at me. Her cheeks are flushed, but all of her makeup remains intact; she could walk out of here right now and no one would know what happened, but to me she looks like a sin.

—You all right? –she whispers.

I decide not to answer her, I think it's my chance to kiss her again. Since the first time, my lips have been itching, anxiously waiting to meet again. She takes it so well, arching her back and pressing her hips harder. Oh, she's the sexiest girl in the world. I hopelessly moan into her mouth and she indulges in that, using me as she pleases.

She starts to unbutton my jeans without stopping to kiss me, slides her hand inside and touches me over my underwear. I move my hips up a bit, trying to get her to take it as an incentive to take off my pants, and she does.

She runs her hands up my thighs and slightly separates them. She caresses my skin towards my hips, hooks the elastic of my boxers from each side of my hips and slowly starts them down. The wait is killing me. The feel of her acrylic nails running down my legs as she drags my underwear makes me sigh. Her gaze is on me constantly. I lift my hips so she can lower them all the way down and she slides them off my legs, leaving them somewhere on the floor.

She climbs on top of me and returns to my neck, her hands pressed tightly to my hips. She has something with my neck, she has spent more time there than anywhere else. She leaves a wet trail behind my ear, along my chin, briefly past my throat before making her steps back. She sucks and sucks like a professional, she wants to leave a mark on me for tomorrow and I'm totally okay with that. I'd let her fuck me in front of everyone if she wanted it that way. I would do anything Maddy asked me to.

I can't help but moan when she bites my neck and I feel her immediate smile against my skin. She pulls away to kiss me on the mouth. My legs open more instinctively and she takes the opportunity to slide her hand from my hip to my lips. She runs a finger lightly over my slit as she continues to kiss me.

—You look so pretty right now -she says on my lips.

—Please...

I have completely lost it. I'm a mess and she hasn't even inserted the first finger. I can't think of anything but how right her hands feel on me.

—Beg for it –she asks with a cocky smile. I would never have expected this from her.

—Please, touch me. Please.

She slides a finger inside me looking at me expectantly for a reaction. When I moan she's satisfied no matter how soft it was and returns to my lips.

She kisses me like it's the last kiss she's going to give. I've never felt like this before, everything about her is surreal. I feel like I could explode at any moment, she moves inside me perfectly. I arch my back when she takes her finger away.

She bites my bottom lip as she pulls away from my mouth and wastes no time going down. She kisses my abdomen over my shirt, grabs the edges and pulls it up a bit so she can lick. She rips the skin over my pelvis with her teeth and digs her fingers harder than ever into my thighs. That too will leave a mark.

Bites my hip. She loves to bite. Spreads my thighs again, finally focusing on my crotch. I feel her hot breath and from one moment to another her tongue is on my clitoris. My breath quickens twice as fast. I try not to make it loud as she told me, so I clench my fists as hard as I can. She redirects her hand again and slides two fingers in at once. I feel satisfied and dissatisfied at the same time because I know that's all she can give. She turns her face away and looks me straight in the eye, at which I can't help but moan too loudly and she laughs softly. I don't know if she's aware of what she's doing to me.

She readjusts and starts moving her fingers back and forth. She brings the thumb of her free hand to my mouth, I spread it open and suck, she slides it across my lips and onto my clit. She begins to move it in a circular motion and my sense completely leaves my body, if there is still anything left.

I don't know how long she spends masturbating me, to me it feels like years, so close and so far at the same time. She picks up the pace and starts to thrust, making my eyes go to the back of my head. I moan uhs constantly, from time to time, her name. I don't realize that she has left my neck until I feel her saliva on my pelvic area. She withdraws her fingers from inside, her thumb still moving, and replaces them with her tongue. She blindly moves my legs with her free hand to place them on her shoulders and slaps me hard on the right thigh.

There's no way this is the first time she's done this. Which girl has Hetero Maddy been fucking with? I don't know why but that makes me hot.

I don't know what she does with her tongue but something hits inside me.

—Yes, yes! If you stop 'M gonna fucking kill you, baby -I don't know what I'm saying. I'm building too fast.

She puts her fingers in again and again falls on top of me.

—You'd have to kill me for me to stop. Taking it so well for me, such a good boy –she flies over my head, speaking in my ear–. You have no idea how much I wanted you. You think you can spend years looking at me like that without expecting consequences, huh? I bet you've fantasized so many times about fucking me on those tiny tables not knowing if any teacher could hear you rail the shit out of me. And at the end of the day, it's me who has the power, having you so wet for me. Just for me, right? –she gets what she wants when my legs inevitably go weak and the pre-orgasmic tremor spreads throughout my body– Finish for me, baby. I know you can do it. So ready, at my mercy –she encourages me and that's all I need.

I bring a hand to my mouth and yell loudly into it. The orgasm comes and, even though I don't cum, I firmly believe that I could position this as the best sexual experience of my life. She stops her fingers inside me and smiles at me.

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Puppy Love

You cut my hair in the bathrooms, skipping class to be together. I stood in front of the mirror to look at myself and tilted my head in disgust. You put your hands on my waist and rested your head on my shoulder. I'm in love with you. You told me I looked pretty and brushed my messy hair off my forehead. The thought of losing this makes me want to throw up. I saw you smile through the mirror and it made me smile too. I told you about the way I'm in love with you and you said that's the most beautiful thing you can feel. I wish I could tell you that I love you.

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