#a/o/b

[drenix004]

𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚

Veleria Garza Headcanons

Headcanons of Valeria being your alpha, sorry but i had to do it. i had the idea in my head for days and i think there are no headcanons of Valeria being alpha of omega reader. enjoy this little headcanon with the owner of our uterus :)

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Valeria has a closely guarded secret, something she hides very well from her enemies. It was even more protected than she was herself.

That something was you, you were the most valuable thing to the alpha of the most dangerous cartel in Latin America. You were her precious Omega, her partner and wife, something she protected with her life.

As something valuable, you could not go out on the street as if nothing, Valeria had you in a cage.

A golden cage with all the existing and future comforts.

Do you want more blankets for your nest? You don't have to say it twice, Valeria buys all the omegas blanket stores in Las Almas just for you.

Do your clothes itch? She'll burn it and buy you a new brand name, cotton-only clothing keeper for your sensitive skin.

Valeria was aware that she had you locked up, that's why she gave you the best of the best, even though sometimes you didn't ask for it because you thought it was an unnecessary expense.

Ridiculous, Valeria was filthy rich. She wouldn't stay poor for buying you clothes, blankets or whatever you wanted.

Valeria is the kind of alpha who loves to perfume you every night without fail, was she too late? No matter, she'll climb into the nest and kiss the mark she left on your neck while releasing her pheromones. She loves to drown you in her scent, it relaxes her inner alpha.

You love having Valeria's scent on you, it makes your inner omega very happy.

Valeria loves to see you in your animal form, she loves to run her hands through your brown fur.

"come here mi chula" she calls you with a brush in her hand, she loves to comb and groom you when you are turned into a wolf. You let her comb your hair, you love the feel of her hands on you.

When you are both turned, Valeria loves to bite your tail and ears just to tease you.

Her wolf by law bigger so it takes you more than two hours to brush all her fur.

Her fur was as dark as her hair, even her eyes were dark.

Valeria's protective instincts in her animal form are tripled, so she wraps her body around you like a donut while you groom.

There are days when she likes to be on top of you, she is mindful of her weight so she doesn't reload her whole body on you.

As an alpha, her instincts to protect and provide are stronger since she mated with you years ago, this leads her to hunt at least twice a month to calm her instinct to provide for you.

She makes sure to always get the biggest and healthiest prey for her omega. Her alpha ego was enlarged when you greeted her with happy squeals as you wagged your tail.

Valeria had learned to make nests just for and because of you, the day she asked her omega to teach her they had a little blush.

Valeria sometimes has internal debates with her alpha, her she-wolf wants to be with you all the time, especially when she is in the middle of important meetings. This makes her frown, making her partners worry thinking she didn't like what they were saying.

Valeria never courted her omega in the traditional way; flowers, outings and gifts of clothing did not. Her nature always was, is and always will be direct. She went straight to hunting prey (this was the last part of the courtship, when the couple was planning to unite forever) she always had a proud smile with a look full of confidence, her message was more than clear; she wanted to unite with you, she had no doubts. He knew what he wanted, and that was you.

part2?

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[mysticmunson]

date night: alpha!steve harrington x omega!reader

summary: finally scoring a date, things go smoothly until you present, and only one alpha knows.

word count: 2.8k

authors note: hii so i wrote this like two months ago and tried wrapping it up to have it posted, but i enjoy this au so please request some expansion requests :)

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, smut 18+

The pungent smell of fryer grease sifted through the air of Benny’s, a mountain of food divided into a few plates as you sat with Robin, who was in the midst of discussing her most recent ‘study date’ with Vickie.

“Get this! We’re sitting there, talking about chemistry, and bam!” Robin exaggerates, voice lowering in fear of someone overhearing, “She looked at me and kissed me!”

You gasp, smacking her shoulder with the back of your hand, a french fry between your thumb and index finger. 

The couple had kissed a few times now, but the excitement remained as you knew how badly your friend pined over the redhead. 

“We just need to find you someone now.” She teased, taking a bite of her grilled cheese as a string of orange came from between the bread.

“I’m determined to get laid by the end of this month,” You proclaimed, giving yourself around 30 days, “I want to experience it because when or if I present, I want to be somewhat prepared.”

Presenting was a concern for your age group, freshly out of high school, as everyone awaited to discover if they would become an alpha or omega. There had been a few start to show, including your best friend, Steve. 

His presentation was expected, his father a well-known alpha in town, and the traits of one showed early. He was fiercely protective of those he cared about, known to be more than good in the sheets, and strong. Having grown up with him, you saw it happen in real time, making it even stranger when you realized how attractive he became.

Still, Robin supported you on your journey, but worried for your safety. Over analyzing any recollection you shared of a man flirting with you, deciding he was a murderer or ugly, or both. 

In her bedroom, you stood in a loose blouse, tucked into a jean skirt and a matching jacket. Applying another layer of lipstick, you fretted over your appearance as you waited for the clock to strike 6:30, and for your date to pick you up here. 

“Steve is coming over.” Robin mentioned, sipping on her water bottle, sitting cross-legged on her bed.

“Okay,”  You reply, “We just need him gone by the time Devin comes.”

Steve was a great best friend, but he could be a real pain in the ass. He had been scaring any potential boyfriend away since middle school, deeming them not good enough or them being too intimidated by him as he faked a macho persona.

For the plan to work, he couldn’t know. He would go on a tangent about how you didn’t have to have sex just to do it. That was true, but it was hard to listen to a guy who had numerous sexual partners preach it.

The front door swung open as if on cue as you and Robin went to the living room, Steve kicking off his shoes. He began his rant about work, Family Video making him lose hair from stress and children yanking on his hair.

You paid attention, but kept an extra eye on the clock, noticing the hands nearing 6:30. Cursing Steve’s tangent for not letting him leave sooner, you swallowed your anxieties, peaking to make sure a car wasn’t outside. As inconspicuously as possible, you stood and went to grab your heels from Robin’s room. 

Toeing quietly, you were hoping to go unnoticed, but Steve decided to be aware for one of the first times tonight. “Where are you going? You’re dressed up.”

Shrugging, you leaned against the wooden door, “Just out for the night, a friend is picking me up.”

A terrible liar, you thought of something that wasn’t completely fictional, however, they both could tell. The sight of headlights caught your attention, standing straighter, “Okay, bye!”

Robin rushed to the front door to stick her head out as you walked away, “Wrap it before you tap it!”

Embarrassment crawling up your neck, you flicked her off behind your back, opened the car door, and stepped in.

“What!” Steve gasped, startling Robin as she shut the door and who hadn’t expected him to follow her or hear him. Thankfully, the car had pulled away, leaving a confused man with a bit too much heat in his cheeks at his best friend to get some.

“I’m just kidding, Harrington. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Robin snarled, shoulder-bumping him as she went back to her couch. 

The date was fine, Devin was a kid you’d gone to school with since diapers. He had boyish features, cheeks a bit chubby with dimples, and was always polite. He had asked you to hang out a few days prior, agreeing on tonight.

Curls in your stomach that you attributed to nerves hadn’t vanished, even as you both mutually realized midway through your walk in the park that things were platonic. 

Heat simmered within you, discarding your jacket and feeling beads of sweat trickle down the back of your neck. It wasn’t hot outside, even as you walked around and chatted. 

“Are you okay? I don’t mean to sound rude, you don’t look well.” Devin questioned, a hand on your shoulder as your legs began to wobble. 

Nausea flooded you before dissipating, wavering emotions as you tried to make sense of what was wrong. 

Through the nerves, you kept thinking of Steve. How he would let his fingers trail against your lower back in hugs, kiss your head when leaving, and put his hand in front of your body when he hit the brakes too hard while driving.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, feeling tears threaten through. As you made that statement, you felt the surge between your legs, knowing you had presented. 

It couldn’t be happening now. Not with someone you didn’t know well. Not when you hadn’t been able to score a boyfriend first. Not now. 

“I think I need to go home, I’m so sorry-” You began, huffing as streaks of mascara fell down your warm cheeks. 

Assuring you it was okay, Devin drove you home, even stopping to get you a snack to make your stomach feel at ease. While it didn’t help, you appreciated the thoughtful gesture and thanked him as he waited for you to get securely in your apartment.

The space went from chilly to scorching, removing any amount of clothes you could besides a pair of boyshorts. Your mind raced with confusion as your nipples became hard, feeling a chill, but like a fire on ice. 

Anxieties without category hit you, curling in a ball as you cried, sitting on your floor. It felt pathetic, but no stream of thought was strong enough to withstand the hormones.

Time slipped by as you tried regulating your breathing, applying slight pressure on your clothed core. A shrill ring came from your black phone, lifting the handle and pressing it to your ear.

“You were not supposed to answer!” Robin grumbled, already giving the heads up that she’d call to see if you were getting some, that no answer would be her answer. You had forgotten this rule, her tone making you bring in a fresh set of tears.

On the other end, Robin sat in her room with Steve walking in, not staying in the living room as she had asked. Her priorities were averted to the cry on the other side of the phone.

“Wait, what happened? Why are you crying? What happened with Devin?” Robin frantically questioned, Steve glancing over with furrowed brows as Robin had never stated who she was speaking with. 

“Devin? From junior year math class? That was the friend?” Steve grimaced, toying with nicknacks in his friend’s bedroom, earning a finger on the lips to quiet him down.

“I presented,” You whispered, “I’m so scared and uncomfortable and overwhelmed! What alpha do you know, I don’t care who it is anymore.” 

Though you would probably care later, the clouded judgment had you aching for any form of reprieve from the pain. 

“Fuck, I don’t know!” Robin squeaked, not wanting to reveal your status to Steve for fear of your embarrassment, but she contemplated. The gears of her brain turned as she questioned his overprotectiveness, the way he was quick to frustration when discovering you were on a date.

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out, Y/N. I promise.” She concluded, hanging up and grabbing her yearbook.

The faces of former students made her ill, but word got around about presentations, and she hoped that seeing their faces would make her recollect.

“What the hell’s going on? Do I need to go fight Devin?” Steve eyed his friend, an unnerving worry in his stomach. 

Biting her lip, she debated internally, “She needs help.”

“What is looking at that going to do?” Steve gawked, used to his friend’s antics, but still astounded when they acted erratically.

“I’m trying to remember who’s an alpha.”

“Why would you need to know who became an alpha-”

As the words left, his mouth ran dry, and he gulped while looking at Robin. She slowly looked up, watching the dark iris’ before her enlargen.

“Steve-” Robin began, the corner of a page between her two fingers.

The stern look on his face was withholding a multitude of emotions, ones she couldn’t quite make out. She made the judgment call that maybe Steve was your best bet.

“She’s at her place.” 

That was all that needed to be said before Steve ran out her front door and into his car. He had driven your route a million times, but never this fast. 

His blood pumped with nerves and excitement. He had spent his ruts alone, a fist full of himself with the occasional tears of frustration as he tried to alleviate his knot. But now you had presented as an omega.

Refraining from palming his crotch, he watched your streetlights come into view, throwing his car into park. The dark hallways were typically concerning, but your door was practically glowing within his mind.

He growled at the smell in the air, catching his attention more the closer he got. Gripping the door handle, it was unlocked, thankful no one else had noticed the compromising position. 

Choking on his own breath, he fumbled with the lock behind him and trekked down the dim hallway. The protectiveness he already felt was consuming, his palms sweating as he made his way closer. 

The door swung open too quickly as the handle slipped from his grasp, seeing you flinch from your curled position on the floor. 

As if you were nothing, he lifted you from your armpits, making you stand in front of him. Eyes blazing, he looked pointedly as he undid his belt.

“Your door.” He stated, voice wavering with stability.

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at him, “What?”

His shirt was shrugged off, tossing it to the ground as your eyes drifted to his broad chest, whimpering at the sight to his delight.

“It was unlocked, don’t you ever fucking do that again.” He gritted pushing his jeans off, cupping your cheek with one hand and leaning forward so the back of your knees touched your bed. 

His nose had skimmed against yours, breath fanning against your cheeks as you drank in every pheromone he perpetrated. Breath quickening, every thought coming to your head was vulgar, eyes softening in need.

“I won’t.” You whimpered, yelping as your back hit the wrinkled sheets, and his chest soon pressed against your bare one. 

“I mean it, don’t ever do that again, you could’ve gotten hurt.” He gripped your chin in his grasp, looking down at you as your clothed centers touched.

The brief touch made you wail, your body suddenly aware of what was to come. Equally as impatient, he grabbed one side of your underwear and ripped it. Repeating the act on the opposing side, the shreds of fabric were now a relic of the you before this moment.

Palming himself, looking down at your frame as a predator and prey, he growled. 

“How bad do you want it?” He egged on, ripping his own boxers off and onto the floor. 

“Please, Steve, please.” You whined, watching as his cock bobbed. Blushing profusely pink, your mouth watered at it and your chest began to burn with greed.

He seemed far too composed, the performance of himself he was forced to obtain through most of his teen years floating to the top. However, his soft spot was you. It always had been and both of your fresh senses were sensing the discomfort in both of you. 

“Alpha, please.”

That was all it took for his body to be pressed to yours and his lips to meet yours for the first time. 

Grunts and gasps came from you both as the underside of his cock rubbed against your folds, too consumed with how he tasted and how you smelled. 

“Keep that door locked, do you understand?” He gritted, fisting himself in his own grasp, his first thrust in synchronizing with your nod.

A pained cry rose from your lungs, tears already streaming down your cheeks, his lips kissing where the beads were.

Desperation reeked from you both as you grabbed at one another, needing any form of solidification that the other was there. 

Steve found comfort in your warmth, trying his best to soothe your discomfort with affection. Kissing on your neck or rubbing your clit, the latter making you shriek from sensitivity. 

“My omega now,” He sighed, balls reaching the curve of your ass as he settled against you, “my girl. Always have been.” 

“Always yours, alpha, always Steve.” You trembled, the veins of his length stimulating every ridge within yourself. His brown hair crowned around his face, only able to see him in your state of need. 

Though you were the one presenting, Steve felt the same wave of emotions he felt during his first rut, but now even more with another person. His person. The one who knew him since he had gaps in his front teeth, since he had graduated, and every minute moment before and after.

“Fuck, I love you.” He blurted out, feeling his own bashfulness creep up his neck. 

To his relief, you began to be more overcome with emotion, agreeing. Each thrust hit your spongy spot inside you, convincing you more and more he was the only one who could make you feel this way.

“I love you too,” You revealed, locking his lips between yours briefly, “M’sorry I didn’t ask for you first, I was nervous.”

Your words were sweeter than honey, but the implication that someone else almost came to your aid burned him deeply. His hands pushed up your thighs, your knees coming up as he fucked you deeper than you could comprehend. 

“Devin asked me out and I just wanted a boyfriend, but I didn’t want him, I swear-” You cried, unknowingly provoking more possessiveness. 

“Honey, please, it’s okay.” He gritted, clenching sheets in his shaking hands, suppressing the urge to flick his hips quicker.

“I wanted you, alpha, please.” You sighed, stroking his cheek and hair, anywhere you could touch, “I’m so happy, I’m sorry, thank you-”

“Don’t worry, I would’ve found you anyway. You’re my girl, my omega.” He assured, gulping down the emotions he felt when you looked into his eyes.

His words appeared to have a larger effect than any physical reimbursement could do for you as your fingers clenched within his hair. 

Your cry as you came made his hormones go into a flurry. He could feel your uneasiness being thrown into release. It was as if your chests opened in tandem, reaching out and moving in sync as he finished inside you.

White noise filled both of your ears as Steve’s body hovered over yours with much of his weight on top of you. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his chest, shoving your face against the crook of his neck. 

Pumping himself within you until sensitivity took over, he gasped at how you clenched around him. His stature shook as he knotted, a hand going to your hip to keep in place, chest heaving to regain a steady tempo.

“Thank you.” You whimpered, hugging his chest closer to your front, an embrace he matched. Pressing a kiss on the side of your forehead, he trailed down to your ear with pecks and bites.

Rolling to his back, he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your back after you tried sitting up.

“Just relax, honey.” He cooed, the exhaustion already hitting you both, stilling your hips from causing you both more frustration in the compromising position. 

“I want to make you knot again.” You whine beneath your breath, trying to sit up again, ignoring the pain shooting through your body at his swelling. 

“Easy tiger,” He chuckles, biting his lip to stop his own need, “we’ve got time.”

tagging mutuals :)

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[purrmoon]

🌙 dynamic abilities

»masterlist«

alpha command — also referred to as the alpha voice. a deep, rumbling tone that triggers obedience & submission in those who hear it. it’s most effective on pack & those who already respect the alpha as an authority figure—but some particularly dominating people are capable of effecting those who don’t know / respect them. commands are also heightened when given after a scruff or submission bite. a command usually sound deep and rumbling; firm and commanding; or low and soothing.

beta scent-shifting — a beta is able to consciously (or unconsciously) shift their scent to mimic another’s. they can disguise themselves as an alpha, omega, or another beta—and even mimic a milky pup scent. this is typically used to calm packmates, and also makes them invaluable in the medical field or for calming those in a feral state. there are varying skill levels, with some being able to fool any nose, and others only able to fool those in distress / not thinking clearly.

omega suggestion — also referred to as the omega voice. it incites in people a desire to please, to protect, to make the omega happy. it can also have a relaxing effect. it’s most effective on other pack members, or those with a positive relationship with the omega—though some have particularly powerful voices, & can affect even those they aren’t close with/who actively dislike them. the sound is generally gentle & soothing; soft & crooning; or lyrical & melodious.

[ scent-shifting as an ability for betas was inspired by a fanfic i read once~ ]

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[babbygirlblues]

Sneaking Around

A/B/O AU!

Summary: Alpha!Nat is your secret girlfriend that sneaks away from the Sunday church crowd to fuck you in your fathers office. 

Note: some comments could be considered impious and anti-religious hehe, but I don’t want to offend anyone so… warning there, I'm just playing around with A/B/O so please excuse anything that isn't right / doesn't make sense. If it's any good i'll make it into a series. Explicit!

18+, MINORS DNI.

3K

Church is a performance. 

The priest holds himself high above the stands as he delivers a sermon on this beautiful Sunday. His whiny voice rises and falls as he pretends that what he’s saying has any real authenticity behind it. He waves arms, calling up to God in the sky like a dramatic 10th grader in theatre class.

Your phone pings in your lap and you reach down quickly to silence it under your fathers sharp and disapproving glare. 

“Off!” Your mother whispers harshly. She bends at the waist to lean across your father and slaps you with the back of her hand, waving away the phone in your hand.

“Okay, okay! Sorry.” You mumble back to her, flipping your phone into silent mode.

You look down at the screen, it’s a text from Nat:

Say it, don’t spray it Father!

You hold back a breathy giggle and your eyes immediately search for her across the hall. She’s sitting with her family a few rows up and across the aisle. Her eyes watch you, waiting to catch your gaze and she winks at you playfully when you find her.

You roll your eyes dramatically at the priest still shouting from the stand and it makes her smile. 

Church is a performance because you have to sit there like you’re listening to the words spraying out of the old alpha’s mouth. Pretend that you like the heavy arm that slings around your shoulder, and your eyes aren’t constantly seeking out Natasha of their own accord in a way that feels completely out of your control. 

In fact, for the whole hour you can’t take your eyes off her. The crowd seems to separate perfectly through the seats and they give you an unimpeded view of the back of her head. She turns around occasionally and her own parents nudge her arm when they notice her attention has strayed. You wish she was the one sitting next to you. Instead you're stuck with the ‘boyfriend’ your father has decided is a suitable alpha and despite your vehement protests, you will one day be expected to mate with him.

Dylan, the huge bore, seems to actually be listening intently to the priest's speech. He sits with his legs splayed out on the bench and the hand around your shoulder rests on your hair, tugging it uncomfortably. He’s from a powerful family, a “strong” - your fathers words -  and large alpha who’s not completely stupid. Unfortunately for you, that means he knows how to take advantage of his status. 

Your phone vibrates against your thigh and you sneakily turn the screen to look at the message coming through. 

How can no-one else see that we have a literal goddess in our presence?

Another grey bubble appears:

You look beautiful

You feel your cheeks blush, she’s so sappy. Before you can type a reply, everyone starts to stand and you jump up to your feet alongside them. The group applauds the priest and Dylan enthusiastically pulls you into his side and plants a sopping wet kiss on your cheek. Inside, you gag as his tongue swipes your skin like a hot wet slug. You pretend to find it cute, smiling up at him sweetly.

As you walk out, his hand slips from your shoulder and wanders down to the small of your back. In the middle of the crowd, he drops further down to your ass and grabs a lewd palmful through your thin summer dress. You reach back to swat his hand away, feigning modesty that is really a disguised aversion to his touch.

You try to catch another glimpse of Nat as you’re led by the hand back to your fathers car. He holds a barbeque every week at the house for everyone after church. Natasha’s father is always there, he’s your fathers business partner and right-hand man, so she gets dragged along too. Something you’re perfectly fine with.

~~~

Your fathers guests, the alphas, drink and laugh cheerfully out in the sun. You watch anxiously from behind the kitchen counter as Natasha excuses herself from the group. She slips through the back door and you watch her walk though the living room causally. You count to 15 in your head before sneaking down the hall after her.

You keep your footsteps light as you toe along the creaky floorboard when a hand clasps around your wrist and drags you into an empty room to the left. A squeal starts to escape your lips but a firm hand cups over your mouth, silencing you.

“Shhhh!” A raspy voice whispers behind you. 

You turn around to Natasha beaming at you shyly. 

You slap a hand to her shoulder, “You scared me!”

“Sorry, baby.” She says, “I didn’t want anyone to see.”

You look around at the bookshelves lining the room and the huge desk that overlooks the greenery outside the window. Most of the books in here are unread, only ever opened by you during the hours your father was never home.

“Jesus Natty, you chose the worst room to sneak into.” You groan at her, “this is my father’s office.”

“Oops,” She smirks. 

She steps closer into your space and you instinctively lean in to hug her, your forehead resting down onto the top of her chest. 

She takes a soft grip at the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair and she pulls you into a burning kiss. Her lips are soft, easy to surrender to and make you moan into her mouth. Unlike Dylan, the wetness of her tongue is delicious, you steal the tip of it between your lips and erotically suck the muscle into your mouth. 

Her hips react fast, bumping into your lower stomach and she pulls you against her to increase the friction between your hips. The sucking sensation puts crude images into her mind of you on your knees for her.

She kisses you sensually, slowing down the fiery pace between you as she intertwines your hands tenderly. She pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. The intensity in her emerald gaze makes you worried, she’s looking for something in your expression. 

“Are you ok?” She whispers.

Your brows scrunch up confused, “Yeah, why?” You pull your joined hands to your lips and kiss the back of her hand affectionately.

“Dylan looked like he was getting handsy.” She says softly.

She’s an alpha, she doesn’t really understand how violated unwanted touch can make one feel but she’s always been incredibly empathetic about it, always observant and cautious, even between the two of you. 

“It doesn’t bother me.” You shrug, but the way you avoid eye contact when you lie to her is telling enough. 

She hates it when you feel scared, she can smell it across the room, see it on your face and in your body language despite how good you are at hiding it from everyone else. 

“You don’t have to do that with me,” She whispers, pulling your chin up so you’re forced to look at her. 

“Do what?” 

“Pretend that you’re fine.” 

You run a gentle hand over her cheek, caressing the soft warm skin and trying to sooth the deep crease between her eyebrows that appear when something’s bothering her.

“You wanted to defend me?” You tease her lightly. 

She grumbles something incoherent back to you. She can’t help the overwhelming desire to protect you when it happens. 

You smile at her, bright and toothy, and she thinks about the sweet smile you force his way. The way he must think about you makes her furious. She feels a wild roar erupt silently in the depth of her chest and it commands that she prove herself to you. Strong hands gasp around your hips and spin you around, right away grabbing violent fistfuls of your ass. The force behind her touch sends you stumbling towards your fathers desk. 

You almost faceplant into the dark wood but you catch yourself just in time, “Nat! God, what’s gotten into you?”

“I saw him grab your ass.” She growls, “In front of everyone, in front of me.”

She nips at the sensitive skin of your neck and you mewl at her aggression. 

“Who does that mother fucker think he is? Hmm?”

She withdraws and steps back slightly to pull the bottom of your dress up over your ass, letting the material drape around your waist. The cool air heightens the feeling of exposure, you’ve never let her fuck you somewhere you could actually get caught.

She slips her hands inside your underwear, pulling the material under the curve of your ass and she roughly squeezes your cheeks in her fists, it feels like she’s marking the print of her palm into your sensitive skin. She pulls the round fleshy globes apart and grinds her pelvis into your exposed hole.

“He’s not mine.” You say quickly, your voice faint from the way your chest thrums excitedly at the sensation of her threatening presence against your asshole. 

“Right.” She huffs, “Because you’re mine.”

“Say it.” She says, pulling the band of your underwear up to let it slap back against your skin.

You whimper at the light pleasurable sting, “I’m yours, all yours.”

“Hmmhm,” She hums softly into your ear, leaning flush up against your back. She cups your cunt in her palm and the hard bulge in her pants rubs against your hip.

Oh what your mother would say, what would Dylan think about the way you let her touch you. You hardly even kiss him. No matter how hard he tries you won’t let him grope your chest, let alone your pussy.

You spin yourself around to face her and dexterous fingers reach down to unbuckle the thick belt holding her pants up. She helps you yank her pants down her legs.

You palm her delicately through her underwear before pulling her cock out from under the waistband. She's massive and the weight of it bobs heavily in the air. Your fingers struggles to wrap around its girth properly as you give her a gentle stroke up to the base where you press your palm against her lower stomach. You kiss her lips teasingly soft, taunting her. 

She growls deeply, her chest vibrating and she rips your underwear all the way down your legs. Pushing you back onto the desk, she savagely spreads your legs open and the muscles of your inner thighs complain about the sudden stretch. 

You grip the edge of the desk, trying to balance your weight as Natasha moves in closer. You watch down as the space between the two of you closes and the wide pink head of her cock presses up against your entrance. Your arousal is already dripping onto her and she rubs the tip through your folds, knocking up against your clit.

She gets desperate, rutting against your entrance and she reaches down to guide herself inside. You watch the way your walls stretch around the enormous width of her, your mouth opening in a wide ‘O’, hardly able to breathe as she starts to push herself inside. The power behind her hips fights fiercely against the resistance in your walls and she moans softly under her breath. 

You lean backwards with your hands behind your back, so you can stretch out to create more space for her to dig inside. It’s an uncomfortable position and you almost fall backwards from the force of her hips rutting with a strength that lifts your whole body up into the air.

"Ugh, Nat," You whimper as your arms start to shake and complain about holding your up under the force of her thrusts.

She tries to help by gripping your waists easily with her broad hands and she pulls your hips down onto her as she spears herself up and into you. Your breasts bounce under the weak confines of your lace bra, your whole body jerks back and forth from the domineering power of her thrusts. Your hands start to slip against the desk, threatening to tip you off over the back. You whine pitifully as Natasha easily pulls out and you let her yank you down off the table so she can spin you around. 

“Bend over,” She says in a gravely whisper, her fingers pressing your chest down onto the hard wood surface. She grips both ass cheeks and spreads them apart to thrust herself back inside you. 

With the new stability she starts absolutely pounding you into the desk. Your face squishes against the luxury dark wood and drool from your gaping mouth drips onto the surface.

She growls at the cold air and fights to push herself back inside the warmth of your walls. 

“Fuck,” She huffs, “You feel so fucking good.” 

She’s rocking into you passionately, her hips slapping against your ass. The crude sound of her cock driving into your wet channel reverberates through the room. Surely, anyone walking past would be able to hear exactly how well she keeps her rhythm of drilling herself inside her. 

Her enormous size rips your walls open and you can’t help the small breathy moans of her name that she forces from the depths of your throat as she pistols into you. 

Her heavy cockhead bangs against your cervix, brushing a pleasurable spot there that makes you see stars and your whole body trembles as a powerful orgasm creeps up on you. Your walls flutter against her and she moans at the tight squeeze against her length. Her hips slow down as she carefully rubs herself against your spasming walls and you mewl at the way she hammers against the sensitive spot inside you. As soon as your breathing starts to even out she picks up again to a brutal pace.

If your father saw Natasha like this, he’d second guess everything about how ‘soft’ she is.

She's furious, jackhammering into you and taking out her anger on your welcoming cunt. An avalanche of pent up jealousy has been simmering around her head all morning since the moment you walked into church holding his hand. The mere thought of him sitting next to you made Natasha throb painfully in her pants, her alpha screaming for her charge over and take you in front of the whole church. She’d drag you over to the front steps and bend you over the altar so everyone has a perfect view of the way she fills you. 

The thought of claiming you in front of everyone, the way you whither and moan under her makes her knot start to form and it bangs into your entrance painfully with the rough momentum she maintains. 

She’s not thinking clearly but through the haze she feels something blocking her hips from pressing up against your ass. You feel the hard bugle punching against you as she mindlessly tries to force herself deeper, only registering the fact that she’s not reaching as well inside you as before. 

“Natty, Nat, Nat, Nat, please!” You moan her name, breathy and high pitched, your words slurring together into a long plea. Your omega needs her to knot you, it craves the connection that ties you together and binds her as part of you. It mewls inside you and you squirm and shake painfully at the empty feeling.

Natasha sees red, she hears your voice begging her and all she can do is fight harder to bring you pleasure. She steps her feet in between yours, forcing your legs to open wider to accommodate her. She lifts your hips until your toes drift from the ground and it positions you perfectly for the taking. 

“Natalia,” You whimper.

She pistols into you, grunting loudly as she drives her hips forwards as hard as she can. A particularly brutal thrust tears your entrance open and you bite down hard on your fist to keep yourself from screaming as you cum. Her knot pops into you and it immediately gets stuck inside your walls that grip her tightly. The strangle hold around her knot tips her over the edge and into a pleasurable high that makes her hump into you uncontrollably, yanking your whole body back and forth against the table. She rams herself deeper and the pressure against your cervix sending you into another orgasm that curls your toes and makes you choke on the air in the middle of your throat.

When your legs stop twitching, Natasha gently lets your feet touch back down onto the ground and you take a few deep breaths as your vision comes back. Her plump lips kiss the curve of your shoulder and up along your neck. In the calm, your vision comes back and you become aware of the sweat that’s started to bead along your back, it drips down your legs and your hair clings to the dampness of your forehead.

“Shit,” She mumbles in your skin. “I didn’t mean to knot you, I’m sorry.”

She wraps you up tighter in her arms and carefully inspects your hips for bruises where she violently banged you into the hard edge of the table. Her heart thuds heavily at the purple welts starting to form around your bone and it makes her eyes start to water. She prays you weren't hurting as she made love to you.

You caress the hands that prod at your hips and start to murmur back to her how much you wanted her knot, when someone walks through the hallway and Natasha jolts upwards towards the door. You whimper at the painful way her knot tugs you up with her. 

“Fuck! I’m sorry,” She whispers, “I’m so sorry!” 

“Shhh,” You shush her with a finger to her beautiful lips.

You both wait nervously until you hear the footsteps retreat back down the hallway as the person finally leaves, probably going back to join the party and Natasha laughs quietly into your neck in relief. 

“Are you okay?” She whispers.

You laugh softly, “I’m fine, sweetheart,” You tell her, twisting to try and face her as best you can. “Very well fucked is all.”

“Sorry.” She whispers again, this time through a huge smile on her face and not at all apologetic.

You wiggle your hips against her to check if she’d shrunk enough for you to slip out. But you curse her feracity, she’s still plugging up your entrance and you flop back down onto the desk exhausted and impatient.

“This could take a while,” You mumble, “maybe we can start cleaning this mess up.” 

From your viewpoint, your fathers office is a mess. His table is covered with your sweat and everything has been knocked over - either onto the floor or scattered around the table. The draws on the other side have all been rocked open, revealing the items inside. And you don’t even want to think about the mess between your legs.

Natasha runs her fingers down your spine, tenderly massaging the tense muscles the run the length of your back. 

You relax back into her, “Maybe we can pretend someone tried to rob him?” 

She giggles at the blissful daze you’re clearly absorbed by. In a minute you'll be panicking again about the state of the room and she'll be frantically helping you cover your tracks.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff #wlw #writing #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #smut #omegaverse #a/o/b #a/o #alpha!nat #sneaking around #natasha x reader #18+ content

[sinematically]

a story in three parts…

#superbat #bruce wayne x clark kent #bruce wayne #clark kent #batman #superman #a/o/b #mpreg #???? I’m so done #my Instagram algorithm is absolutely unhinged

[nburkhardt]

It won’t leave me alone, so I gotta share it. It’s an a/o/b idea and I know it’s not everyone’s thing but it’s one of mine soooooo

Steve’s an omega that’s taken care and raised kids, other people’s kids. He loves it, always will but they never stay. Can’t stay, because he isn’t their actual parent. And he really, really, really wants to have his own. Growing up as an only child to parents that didn’t really care, it would make you want a huge family or at least someone else that loves you.

But no one wants him, at least not like that. He tried finding something with Nancy but that ended and left a sour taste in his mouth, then when he does find someone else, they don’t want kids either or they don’t actually love him either.

It’s fine, he tells himself all the time. It’s alright, he helped raised some kids. There’s Dustin, who still bugs him for rides. Then Lucas, asks for basketball pointers and also a kid that an ex of his. See? It’s fine.

He’ll only admit it to himself and in his dark room, but he does want to have his own pup and someone who’ll love him. It’s honestly one of the things he’s wanted his whole life but too afraid to admit it. (Eventually, he meets Eddie and everything he’s ever wanted happens, obviously 😌)

(if anyone would like you could write this out 👀👀)

#omega steve harrington #a/o/b #omegaverse #steddie #Steve Harrington #I’ve written it but not confident enough to post it #I’m a sucker for omega Steve okay????? especially one that just wants his own family 🥺 #nburkhardt writes

[sensei-venus]

Happy Holidays!

How does alpha Hawk act once his omega reader is pregnant with his pup/pups ?

•He can smell it within a week or so. The way their scent slowly starts to change over the passing days after their mating, multiple days in a row after his rut and their heat match up. He knows, they both do, that they did not use any kind of protection. They wanted this.

•Reader most likely doesn’t know, unless they are super in tune with their body like that. (I know people who really wanted to get pregnant, did all the high tech tracking stuff, and claim they knew they where pregnant within a few days of having sex. They said they felt different and experienced symptoms. Can’t say it’s not true, turns out they where pregnant.) reader can’t smell their own scent. So they won’t notice the change but Hawk definitely will.

•After a few week’s of waiting, they test together. Hawk try’s his best to stay calm as the omega takes a home test in their bathroom. The two of them are bouncing around after the test confirms that the omega is pregnant. Hawk is definitely drowning them in his scent while probably growling, a verbal confrontation of affection. He’s so excited that he ends up inviting everyone from the dojo over once they get the official hospital results back. No one is to surprised that they where pregnant after being bonded for over a year. It’s Hawk.

•Hawk helps schedule every doctors appointment and goes to every single one with his omega. He wants to be there for every moment no matter how significant it is. He calls out constantly from his job at the dojo. No one blames him though and Miguel tends to take over his classes when he’s gone. Hawk rewards him by bring him new ultrasound pictures, updating him about his pup/s growth with every visit.

•Hawk doesn’t really care how many pups they end up having during any of their pregnancies. There will definitely be multiple pregnancies, no matter how many pups they have pure litter. He does want a lot of pups, it’s kinda his dream as a alpha, to sire many pups with his beautiful omega and raise them to be little badasses. He does worry more in multi pregnancies, more pups in one litter scare him do to the pressure it has on his poor omega.

•He’s a hoverer, he doesn’t mean to be but he definitely is. He wants to make sure his omega is completely safe and relaxed though out the pregnancy. The less stress they have the less stress he has when he has to leave them to go to work. Something he dreads on a daily basis.

•He constantly talks to his mates belly, telling the pup/s about all the cool stuff he’s been doing at the dojo, talking about Demetri and Miguel, complaining about Johnny and Daniel. He likes to whisper about how pretty their carrier is (mama,daddy), how amazing they are and how he can’t wait for them to meet. He ramble’s about all the stuff he’s going to teach them when they are old enough. He gets excited when they first start kicking.

•He constantly scents things for his omega all the time. Even though they lobe together already, he takes the time to scent new things to give to his omega during the pregnancy. His heart skips a beat and his pride goes up when he sees something new that he just scented in their nest. Most of his old sweater’s get a new home from in the back of their closet to readers overloaded pregnancy induced nest.

•He secretly keeps a list of all of his mates food cravings in his car. Sometimes before he gets home from work, he will stop by said place and pick up what ever he knows they have been craving recently. He loves watching his omega go to town on some food in their nest while he strokes over their round bump for a while. Watching the pup/s move under the tight flesh as the omega eats in pure bliss.

•Has a issue with growing at any alpha that gets to close to his mate during the pregnancy. He’s even bowed up at omega’s and beta’s he felt got to close. He’s even ready to throw hands at the slightest look or stare from unwanted eyes. He always has a hand on the omega out in public and he triple scent’s then before they go out. Makes sure to nibble at their bonding mark for extra effect. The teeth shaped scar’s on their scent gland is always on display for everyone to see.

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[autemis]

Omega Piece it is... I will not go to much into detail about A/B/O or the Omegaverse in general, but I would like to address a few points that are important or different in this version:

First the most important thing: Omegas are equal to Betas and Alphas in "Omega Piece". They are not suppressed. (This applies to the present time, the old generation is another story.) Sometimes Omegas can be even more dangerous than alphas. Which brings me directly to the next point: the Heat.

Heats can have different effects, but are roughly divided into 3 types. Every omega tends to have one version of Heat in particular -but that doesn't mean it always has to be that way.

1. Attachment (98% of Luffy's Heats)

The Omega seeks a lot of closeness to other Omegas or Alphas. The omega is very affectionate and in need of closeness during this time. However, he has almost no sex drive. On the other hand, he is very caring towards his companions. It can also happen that an Omega becomes very aggressive if he sees a loved one in danger. Such an outburst can be very dangerous and should therefore be avoided by all means.

2. Aggression (95% of Sanji's Heats)

This is the complete opposite of the first version. The omega is aggressive and dismissive during this time. Only rarely does he let anyone get closer to him than necessary. The strong aggressions can be somewhat reduced by the pheromones of an Alpha, which corresponds to the preferences of the Omega. (see Sanji's plushy)

3. Reproductive instinct (Probably the most common form of the Heat)

The omega is in his most fertile time here. Omegas with a high sex drive are more affected by this type of Heat. Otherwise, this form usually occurs only once a year.

[pre timeskip- agression | post timeskip- still agression, but with fever]

Apart from that, there is one special feature concerning heats and that is "presenting".

If an omega does this in his heat - in whatever variation - it means that he is ready for the "bonding". It is the highest form of submission for an Omega and the greatest honour for an Alpha. Nowadays this rarely happens, as omegas are too proud for this kind of submission.

But let us stay with the Alpha for a moment. The opposite of the Heat is the rut.

If there is an omega in the vicinity that the alpha finds extremely attractive (because of the pheromones), a rut can quickly become very painful, so that there is no getting around the sexual act. Otherwise, a rut can simply be endured without anything happening. It simply requires a strong will.

Omegas have a "scent gland" on their neck.

Most of the time it just looks like a slight bulge in the skin. During the heat, it is very swollen and glows slightly pink. After bonding, it remains flat and is barely visible. An omega without a visible scent gland is thus firmly bonded.

So much for the general, now I want to point out a few special characteristics of Sanji in which he differs from a "normal" Omega:

- He has been heavily medicated since early childhood to hide his secondary gender.

First Judge gave him pills -developed by Germa- to try to hide the "shame" and later Zeff also got him strong pills, believing he could protect him that way. (Zeff is from a different time.) Later, Sanji also asked Chopper to make him medicine with this dosage level.

- Pre-Timeskip Sanji never had a "real" Heat (effect of the pills).

- The medication ensured that Sanji's secondary-sex-organs could never develop properly.

This affects his pheromone glands, but also his internal reproductive organs. (to this day, it is unclear whether Sanji is able to breed at all). This also means that he cannot be smelled by other Omegas and or Alphas- they cannot "recognise" him. Many therefore consider him to be a Beta. (The fact that Law is the only one who can smell him is due to the fact that he has strong sympathies towards Sanji's biological preconditions - Chopper will explain this later. For now: all that is important to know is that this is very special and unique).

-Sanji was "forced" to stop taking medication.

On Ivankov's island there were no Omegas besides him and Ivankov refused to get Sanji medication. According to him, suppressing his nature would only be harmful and interfere with his true strength. - Later it turns out that he was right and Sanji became physically much stronger without the medication.

- Sanji hates the smell of alphas.

It makes him sick and or aggressive. This must be a genetic defect though, as Omegas are actually programmed by nature to find the scent of Alphas appealing. (So the fact that he likes Law's smell is a very big deal).

- Sanji does not nest.

Sanji has never nested, even after he stopped the medication. No one knows exactly what the reason for this is. The only knowning fact is that he has no urge to do it. A nest usually means security for the omega and can help him immensely in stressful situations- like a heat. Often it can even be harmful if an omega does not have a nest. Sanji is no exception, but he continues to refuse to do "the building thing". Even when Luffy does not get tired of "forcing" him to do it.

[Luffy likes nesting and is very good at it]

[Sanji not so... He has absolut no idea how this "thing" works]

#omega piece #omega!sanji #omega!luffy #a/o/b #omegaverse!au #omegaverse #one piece omegaverse #world building like mazout-fm wished #background information

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Soothing A Soul chapter 3

Masterlist

Summary: henry thought he was ready for his omega to awaken, he underestimated human emotions aswell as his own.

Warnings: alien au, a/b/o, panic, trauma?

A/N: here is chapter 3! Ive been working on this slowly. Alot of my writing is becoming slow and i apologise but if im not in the mood i wont write anyway i hope you all enjoy!

Henry strode through the hall, his soul's pull directing him across the vast space, eyes flicking down to the sleeping humans. Dismissing them. He was letting his feet guide him. Determined footsteps dragging him further away from the entrance. Back right. Back right. Row after row passed him as his instincts lead him. The pull was like a magnet, the closer he got the more powerfull it seemed. He walked, jogged and finally ran as his omega drew him closer and closer.

No. No. No.

There. This next one! It was her! He found her.

Henry paused, panting heavy but stood at attention. He felt as if he had hit a brickwall he wad frozen. His hands twitcued, clammy to touch and trembling. He stayed a foot away from the cot eyeing the woman, commiting her to memory for the first time. Her data springing up on a small hollow moniter as he tiptoed closer. Small, very small even for a human. Her hair had been tended, two neat braids curling around he head in a thick luscious crown aa few wisps of baby hairs escapjng the updo.

Delicate brows frameing a doll like face that was decorated with a light dusting of freckles and the odd mole; something that was highly coveted by his own kind. Her small upturned lips and defined nose gave an aristocratic look to her. As if she had been bred for beauty and marriage like the old elizabethan literature he had read during his research on human culture.

She was perfecton. Healthy, beautifull and his. Entirely his to care for, to pove and protect. He knew in his soul he would wage wars, tear apart packs and destroy entire regions to keep her safe. It was as unsettling as it was awe inspiring.

This was the bond? He thought as his hand hovered over the sleeping omage of his own dreams. Even in her slumber she was twisting her way into his very being. Her scent weaving into his lungs like life itself. Her presence before him was enough to seep in to his soul, and drawn his own out. His life bond was coiljng around her, decending like mist claimingnher as she was him. It was everythingnhe could have dreamt. Just like the tales, he got a feel of her very soul, the dormant spirit inside of him relishing in the delicate warmth of his omega. Melding with her in the most intimate of ways. He will Always know this woman. And he will always adore her.

He sighed a shuddering breath of relief and joy. He had her, he had found his reason for being. He smoothed back his hair and moved confirming his selection with a wave of his wrist. And then signed the hollow screens. He was quivering so much he doubts his signatures matched. But he didnt care, nothing mattered. Nothing but leaving this room with his omega curled up safely in his arms. With another finger print he officialy bound this sweet human to himself forever.

The small safety support dropped from around his omega and he held a deep breath exhaling slowly as he touched her for the first time. With delicate nerve-wrackingly gentle movements he managed to cradle her to his chest. And grinned feeling his entire world shift and revolve around the tiny human in his arms.

He froze, human? Name. Name she mst have a name! He quickly looked to the screen still displaying her information. Iyra. His omega was Iyra.

"Iyra my sweet little Iyra, i will protect you always. I'm so hapoy to have found you. I love you omega. And i promise i will remind you of that evey single day." He cooed quietly rocking side to side gently. It was when he heard footsteps of other hopefull alphas entering the selection chamber he rose his head on high alert before walking off towards the exit leading to the nurseing unit that will help awaken irya. It would also begin her transition. His instincts were screaming at him to find a quiet nest that was easy to defend now he had found his omega.

You woke with a yell, a wordless cry tearjng through a sore throat. Your eyes opened only to close once more due to the intense light. There were voices talking, a deep rumble from below your head and a softer feminine tone off to the side.You squinted trying to hone in on the conversation but couldn't seem to focus, the words sounded muddled strange syllables and rolling around one another oddly. The pronunciations strung together making no sense whatsoever. You could hear the occasional familiar sound yet made no actual full words from the noises.

You tried to move, turning your head to hear the people speaking but it was difficult. It took you mere seconds to realise it wasnt just your head but your entire body struggled to move, you had no control. You paniced and cried out again wanting to call for help but couldnt form the words, your tongue didnt cooperate, it felt numb. For some reason your body wasnt your own, you couldnt command it. And that was terrifiing.

There were a few calm words and the bright light that was glowing through your closed lids dissappeared and was replaced with a soft glow, gentle warm dim amber light.

"Iyra, shh iyra mosh vick shi, Shh velann velann, isht camah hone tesd?" The deep voice spoke, rumbling through you with a peculiar echoing pur like sound, yet more fluid? A more refined continuous sound almost a hum. It was a calming sound that seemed to back the words separately like a song.

You didnt have a clue what he was saying, the only thing you could pick out was your name. You squinted again as you were moved slightly, it was only them you felt warmth. Yoh realised you were against something warm and soft. It was moving almost unnoticed, gentle soft minute movements. The slight sway made you relax a little. And with much more energy than it should have taken, you managed open your eyes blinking to adjust to the dim calm light. And what you saw took your breath away.

The first thing you noticed was two large glowing blue eyes staring down at you anxiously. And then your eyes roamed the gorgeous regal face of the handsome being. Male, and huge. He was biting his lip, his full brows drawn together with worry. But his entire face lit up when he locked eyes with yours.

He smiled. You screamed.

You burst into tears instantly yelling and sobbing, panic siezing your chest as you look up into the huge males eyes. Xouman. He was a xouman? Why was he holdjng you? What happened?! Your mind ran over the last things you remebered. Youd gotten your vitals done and then the jabs in the surgery and then were escourted to a shuttle... you were tired, so youd decided to have a quick nap and then? Here. You had slept and then ended up here? Were you in figi? Why couldnt you move around properly? Why couldnt he speak english? They were here to help you, to treat you and cure you surely they should speak english or have interpreters here?

"Whats going on? Where am I? Why am i here? What happend? What have you done to me?" You rattled off the questions between sobs. Somehow your scream and shock had fixed you humb tongue... either that 9r you were working on auto pilot. You were shaking like a leaf with fear and anxiety. Nothing about thie situation was okay.

The male began trying to sooth you hushing you whislt speaking in tongues again. One hand furiously pressed a button on the wall beside you setting of a chime that mimiced a bus stopping chime. It wasnt untill your eyes roamed the room you noticed you were in a homey clinical room. A small mint green room that had a sterile feel to it, but was in a huge rocking chair being held tightly to the males chest, he was cradling you. Rocking slowly and petting your hair in an attempt to capm you.

"Please! Please dont hurt me! Im sorry i just please i dont know whats going on? Can you find someone to speak english- i dont know what your saying" you pleaded with him as he got more distressed with your crying and sobbing. You tried to calm down but it was too late the panic was alrwady there, coiling around your lungs and constricting them. You felt as if they would burst, or shrivle and turn inside out. Your breathing and sobs made your begging much more pitiful. But you didnt care, you were alone with an unknown giant alien unable to move. Its not a good position to be in.

It was like time froze, he felt his chest tighten, lungs seemingly trapt as he stared into his omegas eyes. She looked frightened, the smell of her fear was sour. He hushed the tiny being once more uttering her name over and over, telljng her she was ok, that nothing would harm her and he was going to cherish her as she deserved.

But his words did nothing. As soon as he began speaking she burst into sob, screeching in terror. The small water droplets trickling from her eyes down the sides of her head wetting her hair and his sweater. He panicked as her sobs became louder and her breathing was uneven.

In his panic he began slammng his hand on the call button repeatedly willing the nurse to come before his poor omega passed out in fright.

And then he froze. He understood your pleading, you were begging him not to hurt you. His entire body stiffened, he was suddenly sickened. His omega thought he was going to hurt her. And there was no way for him to tell you otherwise. His nanites meant he could understand your human tongue, but he couldnt speak it. You wil, both forever speak different languages but your nanites would translate one another. Bu5 in this moment he had no way to reassure you.

"Gods! Whats all this racket?" The nurse entered quickly closing the door softly and aprouched worriedly wiping her hands on her pale tabbard.

"I have- mines defective. She looked at me and then this! She is begging me not to harm her, i cant- she cant!" Henrys throat tightened and he squinted in frustration. He couldt sooth you and it was physically painful for him to bare that. He drew a deep breath calming hi self wilking the instinctive urge to snap his jaws at the hoverjng beta.

"She wails, and is leaking from her eyes! Whats wrong with her? Whats going on? Is this bad? When will she stop leaking?!" He said thightly, his jaw set firm and eyes locking on to the nurse pinning her in place. He felt a wave of relief as the nurse relaxed and smiled nodding understanding what was wrong.

"Those are tears. Humans shed water when they are upset or frightened or hurt. Its completely normal for them to do this. Its called crying." She uttered comign to a stop beside him eyeing the tiny fussy omega.

"She is in pain?!" Henry yelped alarmed and coddole hos omgea, holdingnher tightly and scanned over her tryingnto find a wound on her.

"No no, shes not in pain. She is frightened. She has no idea what is happening or why she is here. Shes has awakened to a strange place, with stangwrs speaking in a different language, unable to move or protect herself. Wouldnt you be frightened?" The nurse added quickly. Ner voice seemed to have a bite when she finoshed her explanation. Henry tensed, it was true that many still found the method they had devised as cruel. None pf the humans knew where they were going, or what was going to happen to them. It was thought to be kinder to not let them worry. Afterall they had no choice in the matter whatsoever. They were selected by their governments and shipped out to fill the agreed quotas.

Henry didnt really feel bad about it. His race did what it needed to do and offered these precious omega substitutes a much better longer, happier life then anythingnthey would have on their birth planet. But here and now? Well he was seeing first hand the trauma it had caused. It ate at him. Twisted his heart to know he had caused such panic and fear. But it was done now, all he could do was deal with the aftermath.

"Careful beta, your toeing the line of insubordination and my patience." His guilt morphed into anger and frustration. He took it out of the beta nurse who had made the terse remark. She gasped and toom a step back before quickly apologising.

"F-fprgive me alpha... i did not mean to? To calm her you need to speak to her; no growling just calm her, rock her like a pup and speak softly, kindness and gentle care is the best way to sooth them." Henry held her in his stern gaze making her squirm for a few moments before tilting his face back towards the frail sobbing bundle in his arms. He smiked warmly before coojng down at you.

"Iyra, sweet girl its fine, come dont waste your moisture dry your eyes" he tried to sooth you but failed, it frustrated him. Henrywas accustomed to being heard and obeyed. But you couldnt understand him. Thankfully the nurse seemed to have the same idea.

"Here i have? I see no reason to delay her language nanites. Once she can understand you she may quiet down" the nurse offered nervously. Still treading carefully not wanting to be scolded or earn a disciplinary whike dealing with such a high ranking alpha. Not only was he a captain rank but a true alpha. And alpha of alphas incharge of his own pack not a member, but a leader! She shuddered, he could have her job, take any transgression or slight to her own alpha if he wished. She turned slowly easing her way to the prepared tray on the counter. Getting the nanites ready for implantation.

"Do you hear that love? Your going to get these nanites and be able to understand me, isnt that fun? We can talk and play, alpha's here now, i will help talk you through everything. Just you wait my perfect little omega, you will see there is nothing to be afraid of" Henry spoke trying to smile as he did so soothing the small bundle in his lap. But he could see you were panicking still. Trying to squirm, and you were moving just not coordinated. Even that was making you panic even more as your crying took on higher pitch and your breathing faltered. You couldnt take in enough air to truly start screaming, and one part of him was thankfull. But he was also concerned as your chest shuddered.

He captured one of your waving hands and held it, smoothing his thumb across your knuckles as you curled your fingers arohnd his. He smiled cooing softly before letting the velvety pur of his kind reverberate against you. Your sobbing eased ever so slightly at the new sound, eyes blinking up at him with tears still rooling down your face. It was like you were trying to listen to his purring, but wrre to far gone innyour anxious fit to fully quiet down. But henry wpuld take this tiny victory, you were curious which was a good start. Honestly he wasnt sure if youd meant to calm or hold him but he was pleased either way. His other hand that curled around your frame smoother over your ribs and rubbed softly trying to encourage you to calm your breathing further now your sobs were tapering off into sharp breaths caught between sniffles and hiccups.

He quickly spared the nurse a look seeing the two syringes needed to implant the nanites. One was a blunt plunger that held a clear liquid holding the microscopic nanites, they would be inserted into your ears and soak into your ear drum as receivers. The other a tiny human sized needle that would be placed in your bicep. The needle held the second lot of bio-nanites that would rush along your nerves to your brain. They worked in tandem with the in ear recivers to translate his language. It was completely safe and permanent. He himself had to undergo this when he began interacting with the humans. But he couldnt help wanting to double check.

"Will it hurt her? Shes only tiny and fragile" he asked the woman worrying over his omega despite knowing how it felt himself. Or the fact his had been done to all of the humans that they had encountered, and those already here with their alphas. He just felt the need to ask, it was silly but necessary.

"Its said to be uncomfortable when calibrating, but not painfull, well a tiny pain from the injection site... The others has described it as a little itchy for a few moments. you just need to sooth her through it and keep her finger out of her ear while the solution dries" the woman uttered coming closer with the two syringes smiling non threateningly as she aproached.

Henry mpved to cpver your eyes not wantingnyou to get yourself worked up again, but alas he was too late the you had already caught site of the needle. You screamed and jerked, trying desperately to escape shouting no over and over. It was hard for him to bare, he didnt want you to be so terrified. The fact you thought he would alow any harm to come to you hurt his chest. But he had to remind himself you didnt understand, you couldnt. It would take a few weeks for you to realise just how much he adored you already. He loved you from the eecond he saw you laying there so peacefully.

"Ah no. No. Iyra, iyra? Iyra No! No shh, come on your all right shh calm down. Calm down your going to hurt yourself" he tried soothing before having to raise his voice and capture both of your hands. With a few swift movments he'd tugged you to sit up right in his lap letting you rest your chin on his shoilder, pjnning your hands to his chest.

He bit his lip trying to fight the urge to snap at the poor nurse as she aproached wearily. He knew she was waiting for permission to proceed. Henry grit his teeth trying to drown out the sound of your sobs and earthling pleading. He hated that he could understand every whimpered word, every terrified beg, you were even promising to be good for him! He sweet little omega promising him the world in exchange for not hurting her. And he couldnt do or say a damn thing, because untill you had your nanites you wont understand a single word.

Henry gave a stiff nod to the nurse and wihing seconds she had moved forward quickly flushing both of your ears with a cleaning solution and then syringing the nanite doses . Before biting the cap of the needle off and gently injecting the final solution and thwn jumped back as if anticipating an attack from him.

He let out a deep breath and gave a toght smile to the nurse who nodded back mouhing she was sorry. As she took in your distress. You were wailing into him scared uncomfortable and now had a sore arm.

"She will understand you soon just comfort her untill she can. Remember she needs to have the bio-nutrient, that will also help her tummy and the woozy head" the nurse offered in a professional tone and nodded to the small coolingnujit that held a bottle of the bio nutrients needed to help the humans digest xoumen grown food. It also had various other vitamins inside to help the tjny creature regain her strength.

"And if i may sir? You should support her head more, she can move it but doesnt have all her control back yet, she could hurt her neck"

"Oh god, i didnt realise, have i harmed her; is she broken now they are so fragile. So so fragile, i didnt;" henry panicked quicklycupping your head and held it gently taking care to keep you comfortable.

"You havent hurt her, just be mindfull. Once she can understand and you and had her bio-nutrient you can retire upstairs to your appartment; but do not forget to let her pick out a comfort softie, they help a great deal with the omegas with anxiety. Unfortunately that is something we cannot heal for them" finally with those few reminders henry was once again left alone with you. He relaxed into the rocking chair and swayed slowly back anf forth whispering into your hair promising you will be okay, theat he will take care of you. Your cryingnand struggling had died down now. Hopefully in the next ten mineuts or so you will be able to understand him and then he can make everything better.

#henry cavill #cavillry #oh for fic sake fics #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill rpf #fic:soothing a soul #alien au #a/o/b

[carolinasacco]

hi! I'm translating my fanfic Whatever You Want into English. For now I have 3 chapters, I will update as my beta finishes correcting them. (The fic is complete in Spanish) AU Everything is the same except that there are betas, alphas and omegas. It takes place during season 13. Dean recently had a birthday and is feeling the need for something more in his life. It is a fanfic with a case, Becky Rosen is injured and must remain in Winchester's care.

It is an omegaverse, it is not smut, although it contains s3x scenes and mpreg. Contains nsfw illustrations.

#spn #destiel #dean winchester #destiel fanfic #a/o/b #destiel au a/o/b

[champagneomega]

Does anyone else look at their friends and think "I think they'd be this secondary gender"

I look at my friend (who we call sir) and often think. They'd probably identify as an alpha (they/them pronouns)

I think that my pink haired friend would be a gamma (he/they pronouns)

My farm friend would probably be a beta (He/they pronouns)

Those are my closes friends, I'm not sure what my other friends would identify with, but that's what's often in my thoughts -Finn 🍷

#miscecanis lifestyle #a/b/o lifestyle #a/o/b #miscecanis #miscefelis

[mysticmunson]

I seriously love the aplah omega trope. So what about another omega trying to grab eddies attention and eddie being the man he is and is totally oblivious. Reader is not having it and she shows him that shes the only omega for him.

between vinyls and mixtapes (alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader)

author's note: hi darling! i'm a sucker for a jealousy prompt and thank you so much for your kind words!! this brought me out of my slump :) hope you enjoy! feedback and requests are always welcomed!

warnings: jealousy, flirting, markings (hickeys), smut (18+)

word count: 1.7k

The mall was possibly the last place you wanted to be after your shift at work, the diligent little kids too far away from their parents for comfort, the bright lights of signs directing you to their store, and Eddie’s insistence to buy all the band shirts he spotted. The things you would do for him never ceased to amaze you.

He went into a music store to get some strings for his guitar, along with some other supplies the other Corroded Coffin boys needed, and you already knew by just glancing inside that this wasn’t a quick stop. 

With a peck on the cheek, you wandered around, peering into stores that interested you. A dainty lingerie store in particular caught your eye, venturing in to see if there were any fair deals.

It had only been a few months since you both presented, a majority of heats and ruts taking you off guard and frantic, but your bodies began to regulate on the timing. Often than not, you’re usually in mismatched under garments and ditch most clothes for the rest of it. 

However, a lilac set drew you in, hands running against the shiny, opal table it laid on. The lace on the bra cups were made to look like flowers, having padding to push up your breasts, with a small bow in the center. The underwear was a thong, identical lace over it and leaving little to the imagination. A set of frilly garters that had a small white bow had you reaching for your wallet, the kind woman folding it into a gift bag with tissue paper.

The thought of yourself in it alone was enough to make you riled up, hoping Eddie would elicit a similar reaction, making you bite back the smile threatening to display against your lips. The walkways were far too long as you sped back to the shop that Eddie was likely dumping money into.

The clear walls made you halt, spotting your boyfriend's hair between the vinyls and mixtapes automatically, but a woman beside him. Her black hair was twisted around her finger as she giggled at a comment he had made, grabbing his bicep before he walked towards the cash register.

Jealousy wasn’t obscure for alpha and omega’s, Eddie often exercised that emotion when any alpha got too close, but was improving as your relationship solidified, except during heats and ruts. This time was different though as you could sense she was an omega, a new ability you were becoming accustomed to, but acted as second nature.

The woman beside him scrunched her manicured hand against his curls as she remarked about the texture. She leaned against the cashier table, eyes wide as she looked up at him, lips slightly parted in a pout. What irritated you more was Eddie was clearly oblivious, being his charming self, and likely giving her the wrong impression.

Emotions flooded you as jealousy was soon layered with insecurity over the other woman, overridden by anger at how nonchalant this seemed, and sadness at how small it made you feel. That this didn’t have to be forever for him, he could mate with another omega, making you feel sick as the twine handle of the bag felt hot in your grip.

Forcing a smile as he approached, talking your ear off about the song ideas he had as you made your way to the truck, pulling the accessories from the plastic bag. As his excitement subsided, he could pick up on the off energy, glancing towards you to see your attention on the fast paced window.

“Baby? You alright?” He asked, squeezing your hand as it rested on his center console, rubbing over your knuckles. You nodded, looking towards him to make sure he saw the confirmation, hoping he wouldn’t impose. Hoping that all of your concerns would reach his brain and he would bring flowers and recite Pride and Prejudice. Hope was a strong word. 

Raising his eyebrows, knowing well enough you were acting odd, but was cut off by your own arrival at the trailer. Wayne was on his way out to work, waving as he drove off in his truck, leaving the home quiet as you rushed to the restroom with the bag in hand. 

He trudged to his room with a sigh, wondering what the drastic change in mood was triggered by, calculating the best way to mention it. His fingers ran against the box of guitar picks, hoping these wouldn’t get lost within seconds, tossing them near his bag. 

The bathroom door creaked open, but he kept his head lowered, not wanting to seem too confronting. His attention was drawn to the silence after, timidly bringing his eyes to the door frame before they bulged out. The new lingerie you were hoping to reserve for a different occasion fit perfectly, accentuating your body in all the right places.

“Oh fuck.” He muttered, his dick thickening as he stared at you, tossing the bag aimlessly to the cluttered ground. 

Though he stood to toss you to the bed, you beat him to it, pushing him back and undoing his pants. Eddie could only watch in infatuation, surprised at your sudden assertiveness and scandalous new wardrobe. You pulled off his shirt before straddling him, leaving just his boxers on as you held his arms above your head.

As easily as he could flip you the other way, fucking you into a speechless mess, he was anxiously awaiting your next move. Your mouth went to his throat first, nipping over his pale skin before sliding your tongue over the reddened skin. 

He liked when you marked him, he considered it your creation, a physical sentiment of how he made you feel. He would never truly understand the complexities of an omega, but somehow the exchange of pain made him feel better about it. The ache to mark you was frequent, but he rarely indulged, already feeling not worthy enough to touch such a delicate being.

“You’re mine.” You mumbled against the pulse point on his neck, trekking downwards to slip off his final piece of clothing. The alleviation made him hiss, the warm air touching him as the blood rushed downward, laying against his navel.

Your hand was so small compared to his length, but the feeling was indescribable, making him moan instantly. He could feel your wetness against his thigh as you straddled it, his hands going forward in an attempt to hold your hips. 

To his surprise, you smacked his embrace away, keeping the pace on him. Bewildered, he looked up at you skeptically, not knowing how to feel about this change in dynamic. 

“You let her touch what’s mine.” You remarked coldly, standing to slide your panties to the ground, unclasping your bra, setting it gracefully beneath you. That shit was too expensive to be careless, but you left the garters on. 

His head cocked to the side, perplexed at what she could mean, wondering if he had misplaced something of yours. He wondered if you really had noticed that he took your hair tie from your purse last week when you went to the bathroom at dinner. If this was the case, he was stealing a lot more, but the true reason crept in.

“Are you talking about the girl from the mall?” He questioned, watching as you straddled him, already a bit nervous as to how you would handle riding him. During your heat, you produced a lot more arousal, and even then it was hard to take. 

Grinding against his throbbing erection, you gasped in unison before looking at him again. He lifted himself to rest on his elbows, lifting one to rub against his brow, hips flicking upwards subconsciously.

“She was an omega and was flirting with you.” You asserted, his face dropping, “She touched you. My alpha, you’re mine.” 

“Sweetheart, I had no idea.” He breathed, seeing some cracks in your slightly more controlling demeanor as you bit your lip, a habit he tried to help you break. His thumb pulled it out, resting on your hips before he flipped you. 

Expecting a whine, he only got a fiery kiss instead, your tongue infiltrating his mouth as soon as you collided. His growl vibrated your cheeks, his hand lowering to guide himself into you, feeling as you arched into his chest.

“You’re my girl, my beautiful omega. So fucking good for me.” He reminded, gripping your chin and making eye contact. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands going up to his hair to gently tug.

“My alpha, I love you.” You mewled, his pace increasing quicker than normal, the urgency building within both of you.

Actions provided context to feelings without words, whether too complex or not comprehensible, it somehow came across clearer when shared with the proper person. Feeling his cock within you, each vein and thrust, titillating another unknown aspect about yourself only he could’ve discovered. 

The grunts leaving your mouths harmonized as you both felt yourself getting closer, needing to feel his come inside you, a sensation you wanted just for yourself. Greed encompassed you when you laid in bed with him, wanting every part of him connecting with yours. His eyes, his lips, his mind, his soul, and everything in between. You hoped your good deeds would balance out the pure avarice you had about an earthly man. 

Your own orgasm snuck up on you with Eddie following right after, panting as he gripped the pillows above your head, his come filling you to the brim. 

“Want to be filled with you always.” You sighed with pleasure as he slipped out, his release pooling to the front of your cunt. He smiled, kissing your lips and chin, pulling you to his warm chest.

“If getting you jealous means more sexy clothes, I’m talking to everyone.” He jested, feeling your face scrunch against his peck as you tried to wiggle away, “I’m kidding, baby. You’re all I want, couldn’t imagine my life without you.”

His sincerity made your chest flutter, looking up as he looked down, sloppily kissing your head in a way that you’re sure only you would enjoy, bringing you a strange rush of reassurance. 

“But I will be buying more of those, holy shit.”

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[purrmoon]

🌙 lore: noises & mannerisms

these lists are non-exhaustive, and i may reblog or edit with additions~

noises

Pack Calls. Meant to attract the attention of pack immediately—whether to alert danger, expression of loneliness or helplessness, or simply to alert to a cycle beginning. (A pup call is the same thing, though younger sounding and harder to ignore.)

Purrs. Usually an expression of happiness or contentment, but they can also be use to self-soothe or comfort. Purring promotes healing. The sound can be made unconsciously or on purpose. An alpha’s purrs tend to be low and rumbling; sometimes almost inaudible, and easier to feel than hear. Bets and omegas have more mid-toned purrs. Pups have loud, rumbly, often uneven purrs.

Growls. In betas and omegas, a growl is a warning. Alphas will growl as a threat, in play, during sex / arousal, and sometimes even when they yawn—and as such, tend to make the noise the most. Pups may also growl in play. Alphas have the deepest growls, followed by omegas. Betas have fairly mid-toned growls. Pups have tiny, high-pitched growls.

Snarls. Much like a growl, but deeper and more threatening. This isn’t just a threat or warning, but often the precursor of a fight. Snarls may also be heard during a fight.

Chuffs. A low huffing noise used as a signal to ‘come here.’ Often used on pups or younger siblings. They’re difficult to ignore from packmates—especially older packmates or parents. Alphas are especially good at chuffing.

Croons. Low, musical sounds meant to comfort and reassure. They’re often used to help lull pups to sleep.

Trills. A high, musical sound that express happiness, joy, excitement. Adult alphas have a harder time making them, and rarely do so, but happy betas, omegas, and pups make them frequently.

Whines. A high pitched expression of sadness or discomfort. These tend to sound uniform among adults, and a little higher in pups. Pup whines, especially before speech, usually indicate hunger, lack of attention, or a need for changing.

Keens. High pitched calls of want or need, though they can also be used to express more acute pain—like grief.

mannerisms

Scruffing. Refers to grabbing the back of the neck, fingers touching the scent glands, and squeezing gently. This triggers a flood of submission hormones, forcibly relaxing the muscles. It can induce drowsiness. This can be comforting when done by a trusted packmate, but terrifying and unpleasant when done by a stranger. The effect lasts longer in pups, or those in their cycle.

Submission bite. Refers to biting the back or side of the neck. Like a scruff, this triggers a flood of submission hormone, though it’s much stronger. A hard enough bite can cause a mild paralysis, the limbs becoming too heavy to move. The bitee is more susceptible to orders given by the biter. In both the case of a scruff and a submission bite, the hormone can be fought, but it’s difficult. Submission bites are typically denote the end of a challenge fight. Submission bites given outside of that are considered a form of assault or abuse, as scruffing is considered a more appropriate way of dealing with any unruly or rebellious behavior. It’s considered unconscionable for an adult to give a submission bite to a pup.

Nipping. A light bite, and a common way to express affection both platonically and romantically. Romantic partners may nip at each other’s necks, ears, jaws, & lips. Platonic packmates may nip pack members shoulders, arms, fingers, or noses.

Scenting. An important part of pack bonding, and a way of expressing, "I'm here, I care about you, I want people to know we're connected even when we're apart." Covered in more detail here.

Claiming bites. Referring to the bite claiming someone as pack or mate. Pack bites are more like nips, and accompanied by licking, while mating bites will draw blood, and leave a scar. Pack and mate bonds are covered in more detail here.

Nuzzling. Rubbing noses is a common way of greeting close pack members. Cheeks may also be nuzzled. Romantic partners will nuzzle shoulders, backs, thighs, the back of the knee, etc. Alphas find it very comforting to have their neck/throat nuzzled.

Forehead touch. Another common greeting between close pack members, though slightly more common in romantic partners.

Head-butting. A playful variation of the forehead touch.

Wrist-brushing. Pressing the wrists together. A gesture of comfort or intimacy. It’s also common to stroke the gland with the thumb—something omegas find especially comforting.

Scent-guarding. Raising the shoulders and/or lowering the chin to block the scent glands, often paired with wrapping the arms around the stomach. An expression of fear, meant to try and block or suppress one’s scent.

Throat-baring. Lifting the chin and showing off the throat is a sign of submission. It may be done out of respect, trust, or fear, or as a way to show that one isn’t a threat. This is considered the best way to approach someone in a feral state.

Teeth-baring. Sometimes this is a warning. Other times it’s a challenge, especially when compared with snapping their teeth or snarling.

Posturing. Making one’s self look bigger—raising the shoulders, standing up as straight as possible, maybe even bouncing up on the balls of the feet. Often combined with circling. This is often the precursor to a challenge fight. Posturing may also refer to trying to impress a potential mate, usually by making one's self look bigger / more impressive than a rival.

#omegaverse #a/b/o #omegaverse headcanons #a/b/o headcanons #alpha #beta #omega #behaviors #sounds #pups #🌙 #my lore #a/o/b #aob #a/o/b headcanons #aob headcanons #a/o/b hc #a/b/o hc #omegaverse hc

[babbygirlblues]

Natalia

From 'The One Chance'...

A tiny drabble from a deleted portion of the prologue - the introduction from Natasha's POV.

Natasha saw you before you saw her. 

“I know it’s not easy to start somewhere new,” Melina said, looking back at Natasha through the rearview mirror. 

Natasha was slumped in the car seat, staring passively out the car window when she caught sight of a girl about her age walking past the front of the car. 

“But please, promise me you’ll try to make some friends.” Melina pleaded, her voice fading into the background.

Natasha watched you walk past the school gates and you turned around to smile and wave at a friend who was shuffling past the car door next to her. It felt like you could have been smiling at her. A mysterious and deep force in her bones told her that you were special. She could see the kindness in your eyes, bright and full of an old intelligence. It felt like her whole world lit up just for a second as you looked her way. Right at that moment, a voice from the radio introduced a new song and the ringing of a beautiful acoustic guitar played from the car speakers. A melodic voice started to sing and the words could have been angels whispering in her ear, she’s the one.

“Natasha?” Melina tried to call Natasha’s attention to her, “Natasha!”

“Hmm?” Natasha mumbled and Melina turned to look at her expectantly. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be friendly.” She said, appeasing Melina for the moment.

“Take Yelena to her class too, please.” Melina called out as Natasha jumped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her.

By the time Natasha had dropped Yelena at her class and made the walk to her new classroom she was a few minutes late. She hiked her bag up on her back and peaked through the window into the class. A tall woman stood at the front talking to the students and her eyes scoured the desks, stopping excitedly when she found you sitting in the 3rd row. You were looking out the side window seemingly lost in your own thoughts and she took in your side profile, committing every detail to memory. 

After knocking on the door, she was quickly introduced to the class and awkwardly asked to describe herself when the teacher called her up in front of everyone. She kept her expression expertly neutral as she spoke to the class and in a sea of bored faces only you beamed at her from your seat. The connection she felt with you grew stronger and this time it was her voice whispering, she’s the one.

Melina was surprised when Natasha got ready for school the next day without a word of complaint. And as the weeks went on, Natasha settled into a peaceful routine. She’d drop Yelena off at her classroom, walk around the back school fence and wait on a tree near the entrance for you to arrive. She was determined to know more about you. She’d watch you read at the gate until your friends arrived and then continued to steal quick glances at you throughout the day, always careful never to be caught. 

A few weeks later Alexei announced that they may move again, this time to California.

“Please!” Natasha begged Melina, her hands pressing together into a prayer, “I like it here, please.”

“I don’t want to go.” She whined, stomping down a foot onto the kitchen tiles.

“Natasha,” Melina sighs, exasperated. “I thought you’d be happy, you said you wanted to go to California.”

Alexei watched Natasha distraught and on the verge of tears, trying to convince them to stay. 

“It’s ok, Melina.” He piped up from the kitchen table, “I’m sure I can figure something out.”

“We can stay.” He nodded to Natasha.

Natasha sighed in relief and Alexei suspected then that Natasha was an alpha. It was surprising she already had formed a bond so young especially before she was ‘showing’, but he recognised the fear in her voice. There was someone Natasha was desperate to stay here with. 

His new job in Ohio was with a rather unpleasant man but it led him to a top spot in their new company. He was invited to dinner with the CEO’s family after a huge deal was successfully struck with an old and rich colleague in St. Petersburg.

She fell harder for you that night as you bravely stood up to a rude man at the table. Her heart twisted and knotted painfully at the horrific sound of your fathers palm colliding with your cheek. Natasha sat frozen in shock, her heart beating faster than the speed of light. Something in her roared vicious and wild and her fists clenched as her sides under the table cloth. 

Her chest rumbled when she found you crying in the hallway. Some kind of power took over her as she carefully soothed the bruised mark around your eye. Her fingertips lit up like she was touching a warm cup of tea and she watched you relax in her hand.

Whose voice was it then singing? She didn't know.

But the words were clearer than ever...

She's the one, the one, the one.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff #wlw #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha x reader #writing #The One Chance #alpha!nat #alpha!natasha romanoff #a/o/b

[my-sleepy-head]

I just realized that a movie I use to watch quite a bit as a kid (Alpha and Omega) seems like it would be an Omegaverse(A/B/O) romcom of some kind but it’s just…

This silly animated wolf movie.

Could easily be turned A/B/O.

(I havent watched it in at least five years so the details are hazy) It’s about kate, an alpha female, and Humphrey, an omega male.

Kate is supposed to marry this Alpha male(Garth) of another pack for “political reasons” but she and Humphrey get captured and brought far from home. (The movie is just comedy about them getting back home)

There’s a subplot about Kate’s sister (Lily, a beta (or Omega, can’t remember)female) falling in love with Garth, the Alpha male of the other pack.

#use to love that movie when it came out 13 years ago(2010). #a/o/b #(because I mentioned it) #alpha and omega #the thoughts I get at 3 am. while upset Canadian Netflix doesn’t have the movie I wanted to watch.

[viridessense]

Ready, set, ah fuck

I’m back on my a/b/o shit yo, but make it Top Gun.

For more about this au, check out the "viri does top gun" tag!

I’ve been agonising about how to swing this for like two weeks, but now I’m at a point where I might be kinda happy with the foundations of it, so I’m putting it on here in the faint hope that it’ll pressure me into sticking with it(hehe because that always works).

SO! Because military setting(gross for realsies, fuck yeah for fic amirite?) it’s a wee bit tricky, but let’s say I like a challenge. What I do know is that it basically floats around a few hard yesses that I started out with:

Maverick is am omega, which means that in some point in the 80s it should have been legal for omegas to join the navy.

Ice Man is an alpha, and because we want maximum angst, we’re just gonna go ahead and say that at that point, fraternising within your unit was a BIG NO.

Ice already had two kids by the time he went to Top Gun. I’m thinking marriage/pack bond of convenience, because he’s from a rich(Richy richidy RIIIICH) family, receiving his inheritance is contingent upon some stupid shit like whether or not you’re married with kids and at which level in your career you are. Sarah! Lovely society beauty omega Sarah would also like to get her inheritance thank you very much, and to get the fuck out from under her family’s thumb. They make bored-to-tears eye-contact at a gala and it was lets-be-rich-and-independent-together-also-hey-you’re-pretty-great at first sight. (Later, when Sarah is introduced to fellow omega Olivia Kerner, Ice has to threaten Slider with bodily harm if he doesn’t stop laughing, because now he has TWO omegas in his pack that are neither related nor attracted to him).

Of the dagger squad, Bob, Phoenix and Fritz are omegas, Rooster, Hangman, Payback, Halo and Yale are alphas, with Coyote, Fanboy, Harvard and Omaha as betas (and boy, did I overthink this to the high heavens. There’s a chart. It’s colour-coded).

These are the four laws of Viri’s Top Gun Omegaverse, around which everything else was contructed, kinda. So, as I mentioned, maximum angst required. So prior to let’s say, 1980(this might change because, uh, space and future and stuff) omegas were not permitted to join the armed forces because the contemporary family unit would’ve been threatened!!! But ya’ll know about the sexual liberation of the 60-70s, and so things were a’changin’. There was also! The first successful, long-term birth control method(suppressants) which meant the nay-sayers lost their ace. So, during the 80’s the law banning omegas was lifted, and voila, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mithcell waltzed(read; clawed, kicked, swung) his way in and bam.

But then there were some…issues. Mainly that suppressants, especially the kind the brass recommended, were not that reliable and were actually pretty fucking catastrophically bad for some users. Quite a few lawsuits dominated headlines for the latter half of the 80s and ultimately the powers that be put the issue of omegas in the military under a moratorium, which meant no new omegas could join, and omegas that had already joined were holding onto their jobs by the skin of their teeth.

For Mav, that meant agreeing to be a test subject for some things [cough super soldier cough] and a few years later, BAM a brand new product hit the omega birth control market: the implant.

How this new implant works is that it prevented heats until a certain threshold of ‘happy, pack, nesting’ hormones was met, after which it only kept them regular and prevented babies. Badda bing badda boom, heats during deployments problem solved, right??

Well, no. Because where before there was mostly warrior packs(something left over from ancient-ish times, where soldiers were harvesting when they weren’t fighting), where betas, alphas and yes, even omegas, only formed a bond based on like, camaraderie, you-watch-my-back-I’ll-watch-yours stuff. Temporary, an instinctual drive towards conflict-resolution(lol idk) and mutual survival! Warrior packs also tend to be way bigger, whereas family packs, even before The Contemporary Family Unit, tended to be small. 50 people vs. 12, maybe 15, far often even fewer than that. However, the unforeseen side effect of the implant was that omegas only went into heat with people they really trusted and even felt compatible with. Which, shocker apparently to the people in charge, can totally be the people you’re deployed with.

And so, for the first time since the light bulb and the industrial revolution, family packs emerged. Where you get any number of alphas, betas and omegas living together, thriving, living their best lives, and not necessarily cohabitating with the sole purpose of reproducing! Back in Ye Olden Days, you could have a massive fucking house with like, four family units smooshed together, sharing resources and childcare. In modern times, it’s a little more transient, in that most people enter a family pack during their college years, basically a pack to mature and grow with that isn’t your parents, until you find The One(or two) and form a Contemporary Family Unit(wow I’m getting tired of hearing myself think that). So you deploy with you Ship Family, kinda, and come back to your Home Family(though with time these came to overlap, A Lot).

(Yes what I’m saying is that the Top Gun Class of 86 formed the first ever military family pack and it’s all Mav’s fault)

Anyway for now I’ll stop rambling. This was mostly to sort it out in my head, because I tend to ramble(yes, even more than here) when its just myself in my notebook, and because I’m lazy half of it doesn’t get written down and thus forgotten or tripped over later as a plot/logic-hole.

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