#so alphas or omegas in a relationship with a beta female need to wear a spiked sleeve to have children

[myheartismadeofstars]

Heat/Rut headcanons:

There are two "levels" of heat. Shallow heat is where the Omega is capable of functioning normally. Omegas in shallow heat tend to want their pack around them, for safety and bonding. Shallow heats are typically associated with packs gathering together to dote on the Omega. They are capable of caring for themselves, but it's very uncomfortable for them to be alone. Omegas in shallow heat CAN do things like go to work, but most places give Heat Leave (not giving heat leave is a red flag in most countries) typically the only Omegas who choose to work through Shallow Heat are Omegas who don't have a pack, so going to work would actually be more comfortable than being alone.

The other level is Deep Heat. this is the more traditional omegaverse heat. Head empty only breeding instinct. It is triggered by desire. If they are around an attractive person they feel safe with and they (sometimes subconsciously) think would make a great parent they trigger Deep Heat. They might be in Deep Heat for anywhere from an hour to three days. During this time, Omegas must be forced to eat and drink. Deep Heat can be counteracted by the presence of a related person, or any unpresented pup that they have a bond with. If a person is on Heat Suppressants, this is the type of heat they are suppressing, typically.

The most common type of suppressants acts as birth control as well, but it is possible to find some that suppress Deep Heat but doesn't prevent pregnancy (for some people Deep Heat may be triggering or they may have a disorder that causes Deep Heat to be dangerous, but they may still want to have children.) There are some suppressants that block Shallow Heat as well, but they aren't recommended for long term use. They seem to be most often prescribed for Assigned Omega At Birth trans dynamic individuals (though they are still recommended to come off them for a cycle or two every couple years for health reasons) but they were originally created for Omegas with certain health problems.

Heats vary from once every two months to every six months, and they last between 3-10 days. They can be triggered by certain medications, and possibly some foods, very rarely they may be triggered by the Rut of an Alpha but the reverse is way more common.

Ruts are also dependent on the Alpha's mindset, a healthy, secure Alpha who is happily mated will be clingy and jealous and constantly be scenting their Den and establishing boundaries. On the other end of the spectrum are Alphas who are SEVERELY unwell, becoming almost feral and very physically and potentially sexually aggressive. Alphas who go into the latter kind of Ruts can be very dangerous and it isn't uncommon for them to require rut suppressants and/or therapy to help in toning down the effects of their ruts.

Ruts typically happen on a similar frequency to heats (though typically somewhat more frequent) but they don't typically last as long (3-5 days is the average). When mated, it's extremely common (though not guaranteed) that Ruts and Heats would sync up (just ruts can also sync up but unlike with heats this only happens when mated. Heats sync up simply by living together).

In the case of both, fertility is much higher during Heat/Rut but it isn't unheard of to see pregnancy occuring outside of both (typically close to when they would occur).

Betas do not experience Heat or Rut as Omegas or Alphas do. Instead, Beta males have the ability to trigger ovulation in Beta females. (for non-Beta/Beta couples, ovulation can be stimulated with assistive devices designed for the purpose.)

#Omegaverse #alpha beta omega #omegaverse headcanons #alpha headcanons #beta headcanons #omega headcanons #omegaverse worldbuilding #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o #heat headcanons #if you wanna know: Beta males have 'barbed' penises #that's what stimulates ovulation #so alphas or omegas in a relationship with a beta female need to wear a spiked sleeve to have children #or have medical assistance i suppose

[woman-of-balnain]

Possession (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

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Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Summary: After catching another alpha making unwanted advances on you, Rick makes the younger man watch as he claims you all over again, showing that you are indisputably his. 

Set in the early Alexandria days (s5).

A light sequel to my other story, ‘the Claim’, but this can be read independently.

A/N: If you haven’t read ‘the Claim’, basically Reader is Hershel’s daughter but can be read as any race (as in you can picture her as adopted etc.).

If you have read it, then just note that Lori still died giving birth to Judith, making Shane completely lose his sanity and he’s no longer around either (the reason why can be left up to your imagination). Like in the show, Rick has adopted Judith as his own and you both act as her parents but that is only mentioned and doesn’t play any serious role in this oneshot.

I’m really unsure about this one because the scenario is pretty fucked up lmao but hopefully it’s not complete and utter trash 😅

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, there’s some non-consensual kissing and touching from an original male character, Rick being feral, dominant, possessive and a little bit dark, submissive reader, smut, brief orgasm delay/denial, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, Rick and reader are true mates, reverse-voyeurism I guess? Since Rick is literally getting off by making someone else watch... reader is female and wears traditionally female clothing.

Word Count: 3,989

Dividers by: @newlips​ + @cafekitsune​

Rick couldn’t help but feel uneasy and keep his guard up in the early days after arriving in Alexandria. After losing the farm and then later the prison, it was only natural that the whole group felt on edge. It felt too good to be true and it reminded him a little of Woodbury, making him wonder if Alexandria was also putting up some kind of front.

 Ultimately though, Rick wanted it to be everything it presented itself as, because the group needed a win after the hell they’d all been through. So, Rick was determined to try and make it work; and he knew that he could eventually – at least once he put a certain alpha in his place.

 It hadn’t escaped his attention how a younger alpha kept hanging around you, his omega. It bothered him, deep down, that the other man was closer to you in age and the way he made you laugh and smile with whatever stupid things he was saying.

 But Rick knew that the interactions were just friendly on your part. Your eyes had never strayed in all the time you’d been together, but that didn’t subdue the possessiveness he felt over you. The problem was the other alpha, Dylan, and the clear interest he had in you, despite you being claimed by Rick long ago.

 The way he touched you – light brushes against your skin that could have easily been explained away as an accident, but Rick knew it was much more than that – it made his blood boil. Rick had seen you grow uncomfortable more than once, but your new job, assigned to you by Deanna, meant that you would have to work closely with the other alpha. He didn’t like it, but he knew that he had nothing solid to prove that Dylan was doing anything wrong. At least not yet.

 His irritation only got worse when he came back to the house you’d been given, early in the evening one day after he’d been discussing things with Deanna. Because the first thing he saw was Carol, holding Judith, and no sign of you. The two of you had adopted the little girl as your own after Lori’s death, so the fact that you weren’t the one looking after her was out of the ordinary. His eyes scanned the rest of the living room, but you were nowhere to be found and it set him on edge.

 “She went off to help someone,” the beta woman told him calmly, sensing his uneasiness.

 “Who?” He grit out, already knowing the likely answer.

 “Dylan,” she replied with a hint of trepidation, knowing he wouldn’t like it. “Wanted some advice on that wild horse that was brought in.”

 It was a logical reason to ask for your help, since you had plenty of experience with horses due to growing up on the farm. Not to mention the fact that Dylan was in charge of looking after any livestock in Alexandria and you were tasked with working alongside him. But Rick knew there had to be an ulterior motive on the other alpha’s part, so he didn’t even say another word to Carol before he turned and headed back out the door in search of you. 

You were in the stables of Alexandria, stroking along the nose of the wild, yet beautiful mare that had been successfully captured, trying to calm it as it grew restless in its stall.

 “I’ll try to spend some time with her every day,” you told Dylan, your attention still on the mare. “Gain her trust first before we try to do anything with her.”

 “Thanks, Y/N,” the young alpha replied, moving closer to you.

 His arm brushed against yours and you tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling growing inside of you. You turned to face him and tried to put some distance between you both, but he just kept coming closer.

 “You know,” he said, getting right up in your space. “It’s gonna be really nice having you around here to help.”

 “Uh… thanks?” You replied, dread filling you at the way he wouldn’t stop coming closer and closer.

  “And it’s just an added bonus that you’re easy on the eyes,” he continued, looking you up and down.

 He had backed you up against the nearest wall and now his scent was all around you. It was suffocating and unpleasant, because it wasn’t Rick’s familiar and comforting scent. The fear just grew inside you at the lack of your alpha’s presence.

 “Dylan... Rick will lose it if he hears you say something like that,” you warned, knowing better than anyone just how protective your alpha could be.

 “That old man?” He scoffed, causing anger to rise within you. “What’s he gonna do?”

 Dylan pressed his body against yours and you struggled, trying to move away, but he took hold of your arms and pinned you in place.

 “Come on, Omega,” he tried to convince you and you hated the way that word sounded coming from his mouth. “You need a real Alpha. One who can keep up with you.”

 If only he knew… you thought to yourself, thinking that you were the one usually left exhausted as you tried to keep up with Rick’s stamina.

 “What?” You asked, with annoyance, trying to mask your discomfort. “Someone like you? Give me a break…”

 “Don’t worry,” he snarled, his face so close that you were forced to look him in the eye. “I’ll make you forget him. I’ll make it so the only name you remember is mine.”

 “Seriously,” you fought against him again. “Just cut it out. You don’t want to see him angry.”

 “You reek of him,” was Dylan’s only response.

 “What do you expect? He’s my mate.”

 “That’s never stopped me before,” he grinned.

 He pushed his hips against you so that you could feel how excited he was by the idea. It only repulsed you and made you turn your head away in disgust.

 “Please, don’t do this…” you pleaded with him, truly scared now as you realised the full depth of his intentions.

 “That’s right,” he chuckled darkly. “Beg, little Omega.”

 Then he took hold of your face roughly, turning it back to look at him before his lips forced themselves onto yours. You kicked your legs and grunted against him in anger, trying desperately to get away, but his hold on you was steadfast and you weren’t able to escape.

 You hated it, every fibre of your being screaming out that this was wrong and wondering where the hell Rick was. It was more than just another man forcing himself on you. It was like trying to mess with nature, because the claiming bite Rick had placed on your neck linked you to him intrinsically. It joined you physically and emotionally, so another man touching you was like torture.

 You gasped for air, relief filling your body when Dylan’s body was ripped away from yours. The relief didn’t last long, though, because you caught sight of your alpha, enraged and completely out of control. You wiped the back of your hand against your mouth, wishing you could erase what had just happened.

 Rick was fuming and pushed the other alpha to the ground before plummeting his fists into the younger alpha’s face. His eyes were feral with an untamed fury over another man touching you in that way.

 “Rick…” you called out softly, trying to get his attention.

 Despite his anger being completely warranted, and the way you still felt disgusted over the other alpha’s unwanted touch, you needed Rick to calm down. Because if he didn’t, it could jeopardise the new home you had all found.

 But Rick either didn’t hear you or refused to listen, continuing to brutally beat the other alpha down into the ground. You winced when you heard the tell-tale sound of bones breaking and saw the way Dylan’s head whipped to the side from the force of Rick’s assault.

 When most of the younger man’s face was a mix of dark bruising and bright, red blood, Rick finally let up, his chest heaving and his eyes still absolutely feral. He stood up, leaving Dylan on the ground, the younger man coughing and wheezing in his defeat.

 Then Rick’s gaze met your terrified one and his expression softened as he made his way over to you. His eyes and hands searched you frantically, making sure that you were okay, and you looked at the broken skin of his knuckles with concern.

 “Baby, I’m sorry,” his voice cracked as he spoke, and then he was resting his forehead against yours.

 “F-for what?” You stammered out, still in shock from it all.

 “I wasn’t here,” he elaborated, his hands resting protectively on your hips. “To stop him from doing that to you."

 “You’re here now,” you pointed out, your fingers stroking soothing patterns across his cheek. “But… you shouldn’t have done that. Won’t Deanna get mad?”

 You looked over at the other alpha, still lying on the ground, but now unmoving. Seeing the way your concern only deepened, Rick followed your gaze and his mood darkened again. He moved away from you, striding back over to the man who was the reason for his current rage.

 Bending down, he grabbed hold of the collar of the younger man’s shirt with one hand, pulling him up slightly before he hit across Dylan’s face with his other hand. The other alpha startled back awake with a groan, eyes barely keeping open from how swollen they’d become.

 Rick pulled him up, dragging his body until it was propped up against the wall that he’d previously held you against. Then, he bent right down to look straight into the other alpha’s eyes, every part of him seething as he was only just holding back from killing the younger man.

 “No, you don’t get to pass out,” Rick drawled out, voice low and gruff with barely restrained fury. “You’re gonna watch. You’re gonna see everything and take it all in until you understand that she’s mine. And afterwards, assuming that you get to live, if you ever even look at her again, I’ll do more than just break your jaw.”

 You stared at your alpha with confusion, wondering what exactly he intended for the other man to see. Then Rick stepped back before turning to look at you again and the unrestrained lust that entered his eyes as he took you in made you both nervous and excited.

 “Rick…” you said again, backing up and away from him.

 He stalked you like you were his prey, but it was different to when the other alpha had done it. Because Rick was yours and you were his. And sooner or later, he would have you however he wanted you. Your back hit resistance and you realised that you were trapped again, but now there was only desire and anticipation filling you at the thought of what he had in mind.

 “Omega,” he said lowly, caging your body with his. “Tell me what he said to you. What he wanted to do.”

 Your eyes widened at his request, but you had never seen him so completely feral, so raw with anger. Reluctantly, you decided to obey him, not wanting to push him any further.

 “He…”

 You faltered, feeling nervous, but Rick gave you a reassuring look, telling you he wouldn’t be angry. Not with you anyway.

 “He… he said he would show me what a real alpha is like…” you admitted hesitantly.

 Rick’s gaze darkened, but he didn’t interrupt. You didn’t like repeating it, but deep down, in the darkest depths of your mind, you enjoyed how possessive he was of you. That alone gave you the courage to continue.

 “He wanted to take me, despite the fact I’m yours. Wanted me to beg him to stop…”

 You looked away, but that was enough for Rick. He gently turned your head back to face him and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip tenderly.

 “I’m here now,” he repeated your earlier words. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

 You nodded, trusting him completely and he leaned forward, bringing his lips to yours. The familiar, but no less perfect sensation made all of the tension you felt fade away. His mouth reclaimed your own, washing away any traces of the other alpha and reminding you that you were Rick’s and his alone. His to claim, his to protect and his to love.  

 Just like every other time that he kissed you, the world around you seemed to melt away and you forgot that you weren’t alone. You forgot everything except for Rick. So, you gave no resistance when his hands moved up your thighs and under your skirt. Your only reaction was to let your hips buck up with need when his fingers came into contact with your core.

 He pushed your flimsy panties to the side, allowing him to feel you properly and tease you senseless. You quickly grew wet, your body perfectly tuned to respond eagerly to his touch. Rick knew exactly what you wanted, understanding what drove you towards euphoric release.

 He thrust his fingers inside of you, while his thumb moved over your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. It rubbed in circular motions, occasionally flicking over the sensitive nub to stimulate you further. You moaned shamelessly, clinging to the soft lapels of his jacket.

 It was that dark brown suede one, with the woollen collar that he always seemed to be wearing when he unleashed his anger on someone, after they pissed him off. Seeing him in it, earlier that day, that should have been a warning sign telling you that something bad was going to happen.

 But in that moment, he had never looked more desirable as his head pulled back and you took in the raw lust in his piercing blue eyes. Tendrils of his curly hair fell down onto his face and his lips were swollen from the force of the kiss you’d just shared. He was determined to prove a point and it left you aching for him.

 “You’re so wet, ‘mega,” he groaned out, fingers still plunging in and out of your pussy. “Just for me, right?”

 “Only for you, Alpha,” you responded instantly, biting down on your lower lip in an attempt to stifle your moans.

 “What do you want, baby?” He asked, fingers curling inside of you. “Tell me.”

 “I want you,” was your breathless reply. “I need you. Your cock… inside me...”

 “Beg for it.”

 “What?” You asked, in a daze.

 Rick pulled his fingers from you abruptly, ignoring the way you whined at the sudden empty feeling they left behind. He grabbed hold of you, turning you around until you were facing the other alpha – the man you’d forgotten was even there. He was still conscious but barely keeping his eyes open. Yet, his attention was fixed on the two of you.

 “Oh god…” you whispered with embarrassment at the sudden reminder of his presence.

 “Did you forget we had company, baby?” Rick asked, pressing his chest against your back as his arms held tightly to your waist. “He’s going to watch you come undone. He’s going to learn that you’re mine. Only mine.”

 “Rick…”

 “I told you, sweetheart,” he continued. “If you want my cock, you have to ask for it. Give him what he wanted, let him hear you beg. For me.”

 “Fuck,” you groaned in response, unable to deny how turned on you were by his show of dominance.

 Rick pushed down on your back, bending you forward slightly as his leg moved between yours. Your thighs spread instantly, letting him settle between them and his strong hands pushed your skirt up so that you were fully exposed to him.

 Then he we went still, holding you there but no longer moving. You realised what he was waiting for, but it was humiliating to think of begging him in front of someone else.

 “Omega,” he warned.

 One of his hands left you and you heard the tell-tale sign of him unbuckling his belt. Just the thought of him being so close but unwilling to touch you until you did as he demanded broke your resolve.

 “Oh god,” you whined out, desperate for his touch. “Please, Rick…”

 The sound of his belt hitting the floor from behind you made you even more needy, because he still wasn’t touching you how you wanted him to.

 “You can do better than that, ‘mega,” he replied calmly.

 “Please, Alpha. Please fuck me, I need it.”

 You no longer cared that you had an audience. Rick was an expert at making you come undone for him and you were at the point where you’d do anything that he asked if it meant he would give you what you so desperately craved. A deep moan escaped you when he took hold of your hips, pressing you back against him.

 You realised that his pants were pulled down, allowing his hardened length to rub against you tantalisingly. But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t where you ached for him to be.

 “Go on,” he coaxed you with a groan, wanting more. “Tell me what you need.”

 “I need your cock,” you replied obediently. “Only yours.”

 “Why?”

 “Because… oh, fuck,” you faltered briefly as his erection brushed against your clit. “Because you’re the only one who can make me feel good.”

 “That’s right,” he agreed, pleased with your words. “And where do you want it, baby?”

 “Rick!” You whined, unable to comprehend how he was so composed or how he still wasn’t satisfied.

 “Tell me,” he insisted, one hand tugging at your hair and pulling your head back.

 “I need your cock inside me,” you gave in. “Deep inside my pussy. Please, please, please… I need it so badly!”

 “Such a dirty mouth,” he let out a light laugh.

 “Rick, please, I can’t take it anymore.”

 “Okay, baby,” he soothed you, lining himself up at your entrance. “Since you begged me so nicely.”

 He didn’t wait for a response, thrusting into you hard and fast, his cock pushing in, right to the hilt. The moan that escaped you was primal and desperate as your pussy clenched around him in response.

 “See how well she responds to me?” Rick asked, no longer talking to you.

 Your eyes fluttered shut and you attempted to block it out. But it was impossible, because your body was so acclimated to taking in his every word.

 “You know,” he continued, still pounding into you from behind. “She’s still just as tight as the first time I fucked her. This pussy was made for me. Enjoy the show, because this is the only time you’ll ever see her like this.”

 “Rick,” you cried out, going crazy from the way he was speaking. “Oh god, don’t stop!”

 It ashamed you how much it turned you on. You were absolutely dripping, not only from his actions, but from his possessive display of dominance.

 “Hear that?” He continued taunting the other man. “This is how an alpha fucks his omega. And you? All you can do is watch.”

 “Please, I’m so close…” you begged, your mind in an absolute daze.

 “No,” Rick denied, his words now meant for you. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.”

 You whined obstinately, but you both knew that he had you wrapped around his finger and that you’d do whatever he said. Your body rocked forward with every brutal thrust, and he knew exactly what he was doing to you, but he still had a point to prove.

 “She’s mine,” Rick grit out, sounding like he was getting closer to the edge – of both his release and his sanity. “Every single part of her is attuned to me. If she begs, it’ll be because I tell her to. The only alpha she’s ever gonna know is me.”

 It was like a sweet sense of euphoria when his hand moved down between your legs, and he brought his attention back to your aching clit.

 “You’re so good to me, aren’t you baby?” He praised, his lips right by your ear.

 “Yes,” you replied, desperate to cum. “Yes, only for you, Rick.”

 His thumb rubbed over your sensitive nub and your pussy contracted around him in response.

 “That’s it,” he coaxed you, voice low and reverberating through his chest against your back. “Cum for me sweetheart, let me feel you squeezing around me.”

 “Fuck!” You moaned out desperately as he flicked his thumb over your clit and sent your body crashing over the edge.

 Rick let out desperate sounds of his own as he pushed into you deeply, holding you steady against him. Then, the hand he still had holding onto your hair forced your head to tilt to the side, offering your neck to him.

 His head bent down and his lips came into contact with your mating gland before he sunk his teeth into the skin, reclaiming you so that there would be no doubt about who you belonged to. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a scream – it was partly from pain, as the old wound was reopened, but mostly it was from a deep and intense sense of pleasure as he re-staked his claim.

 Then you felt his cock twitch before he came deep inside of you, his other hand resting over your lower abdomen possessively. Rick kept you close to him, making sure you took every last drop while his tongue soothed the spot on your neck that would always keep you tied together.

 He traced light patterns along your stomach, comforting you as you both came down from your high. Eventually, he pressed one last kiss to your sensitive gland before pulling back and sliding out of you. He fixed your skirt, moving it back down before he righted his own clothing, pulling his pants back up and covering himself again.

 You swayed a little on the spot, still in a bit of a daze. He seemed instantly aware of how exhausted and spent your body was, because he wrapped his arms around you, turning you to face him.

 “You’re okay, sweetheart,” he promised. “I’ve got you.”

 Your head fell to his chest, and you let out a content sigh as he pulled you into a protective hug. When your body had settled and you were able to support yourself, Rick pulled away and brought his attention back to the other alpha.

 Dylan began breathing heavily as Rick walked back over to him. But he was so beaten, bloody and bruised that he couldn’t seem to say anything. You watched as your alpha gave him one last, hard punch to the face, knocking him out cold again.

 “Rick, this is not good,” you said, reality and all its repercussions coming back to you. “Once Deanna finds out –”

 “Hey,” he cut you off, moving back over to you. “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry, okay?”

 His expression had softened again, and he reached out to take your hands in his. You wanted to trust him, because he’d never let you down before, but Alexandria was so different to what you’d experienced since the loss of the farm, and you didn’t want to lose the sense of security and normalcy that it provided.

 “Y/N,” he held your gaze, his voice filled with conviction. “I love you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

 You couldn’t hold back a smile at his words, and you nodded, letting your instinct to trust him overcome all of your doubts.

 “I love you too,” you replied softly.

He grinned in response, pulling you closer and capturing your lips in a gentle and loving kiss. As usual, everything else seemed to fade away until all that was left was Rick and your unwavering faith in him.

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Companion

Chapter 5

Summary: Mary-Katherine or Merricat was an omega. By blood, she would always be an omega. Her alpha Steve was the best alpha she could ever ask for. Kind, generous and made her feel all sorts of things. Life was perfect for her. But when Steve one day says he’s bringing his friend James Bucky Barnes, another alpha, into their household, things turn upside down for her and she has to be a companion for not only one alpha but two who both have very different expectations.

Pairings: Steve Rogers/James Bucky Barnes/Orignal Female Character

Warnings: Smut, Dom/Sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Light Bondage, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Dominance, Submission, Discipline, Punishment, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink

Merricat stared at the front door, twiddling her thumbs and fingers nervously in front of her. She stood there for a moment, hoping Steve might turn around and come back, chuckling that it was a mistake and he wasn't needed. or that Bucky was needed and he was going to take him with him, but after a good minute or so, he didn't return, and her hopes of that were long gone. 

Rather than stand there hiding from Bucky, Merricat turned and slowly made her way back to the kitchen, taking as much time as she could to avoid Bucky. She hadn't forgotten his little scold just before Steve came rushing in, and now she was dreading walking back in there. She didn't want to be punished after her first night with him. Steve rarely punished her; even in the beginning, he rarely felt the need to correct her. Here and there, she may slip, but it was nothing that warranted a full-on punishment. but Bucky wasn't Steve. 

He seemed stricter and harsher, and it scared Merricat a bit. Perhaps that was Steve's fault before being so leanient with her and relaxed that Merricat didn't have much discipline in her life. It wasn't uncommon for an omega to be disciplined or corrected, and it was perfectly normal for their alpha to administer it at any time they thought their omega was slacking in their manners, showing respect towards them, or even disobeying clear rules laid out between them. But Bucky was still new, and she didn't know any of his rules. He was intimidating enough with his dark eyes and smirk, and Merricat was beginning to wonder if this was going to work out. 

But she trusted Steve, and if he said that the three of them were going to get along and this relationship would work, then she trusted his word on that. As she reached the doorway to the kitchen, she hid herself against the wall, quickly taking a deep breath and calming her nerves down, pressing on her stomach to push away the pounding sickening feeling she had, and shuffled inside, putting on a brave face. 

She cleared her throat of the groggy lump in the back of it as she passed Bucky, who was leaning against the counter still, sipping the last of his coffee. "I hope everything is okay at work for Steve," she mentioned, hoping that Bucky may have forgotten about earlier, and she busied herself with getting out pots and pans to make breakfast. 

"Yeah, hopefully it's nothing serious," he replied, placing the cup on the counter as he watched her. A small smile crept on his face as he watched her throw the bacon in the pan delicately, pressing with the spatula with ease. He ran his eyes over her body, taking in her curves and edges underneath the baggy jeans. She had the perfect size ass and breasts, which peaked out just from the t-shirt she was wearing. although he would have liked to see a little more skin on her. Her face had a natural glow to it, and her lips were plump and juicy, ready to be kissed and attacked. 

She was absolutely gorgeous, and Bucky couldn't wait to be able to touch her freely and without a reason. But for now, he didn't want to scare or make her uncomfortable, and they still needed to talk about his expectations and what he would expect from her as his omega. Steve and Bucky were very different Alphas, despite being the best of friends. and while it was just the two of them, Bucky decided now would be a good time to bring it up. 

"Do you normally address Steve by his first name?" He said it in a causal tone at first, but he could see her tense as he said it. Merricat swallowed. She had hoped she had gotten away with not having to have this conversation, but it was clearly still in Bucky's mind, and rather than avoid it, she decided to get it over and done with. Who knows? It might end here, and she could get on with the day. Merricat stuttered a little as she reached into the fridge for some eggs.

"Oh, um, just a few times," she shrugged. She wasn't lying; she did address Steve by his first name instead of Sir. Sometimes it just slipped out without her realising it, and with no correction, she didn't think much of it. But it was obvious earlier that it had caught Bucky's attention when she mentioned his name, and he didn't sound pleased with it. It was natural for an omega to address their alpha as Sir as a sign of respect to them, but Steve was so chilled out that he didn't mind it, and over the years of being his omega, she had used it more and more often. 

She tried to distract herself with breakfast, but as Bucky moved closer to her and stood beside her, his elbow almost touching hers and his scent high and strong, she couldn't ignore him.

"Does he ever correct you?" His tone was slightly lower, more dominant, and Merricat finally looked up into those ocean blue eyes, hers wide with parted lips as she stammered for an answer. 

"Well, not really; I guess he doesn't mind." She shrugged her shoulders and gave a nervous chuckle at the end, hoping that it might make things less tense and better for her, but Bucky was so intimidating that she was finding it hard to speak, and a turn of his lips into a pressed smile made her even more nervous. Her stomach tightened, and she felt like it was falling into a never-ending pit, her heart slamming against her chest. She waited for Bucky to reply. 

"Well, I do." The three words made her freeze and stare up at him, fearing a punishment was heading her way. She couldn't remember the last time she was punished or what it felt like. Punishments came in all different shapes and sizes, depending on the infraction. Something as small as forgetting to address your alpha by Sir could either consist of a small correction, such as wearing a correction collar for a couple days, or something larger, like a spanking. With it being a small infraction, it didn't warrant anything bigger than that, but she was unfamiliar with Bucky's techniques. 

"Oh," the word had left her mouth before she could stop it, and her cheeks heated bright red, praying that wasn't going to add to the list of infractions for punishment. Why she was surprised, she didn't know considering his reaction earlier, and with the way he was gazing down at her, his slightly turned eyebrows meant he was being serious. 

"I prefer my omega's to address me as Sir unless I say otherwise, and to be honest, you should be addressing Steve as such," he pointed out, tilting his head slightly, and Merricat swallowed. He was really going in on her. Merricat had forgotten what a firm correction like this felt, and having gone so long without having one, it was imitating her.

"Mmm, yes, sir, you're right, I should be; I won't do it again," she stuttered, shaking her head slightly so she could look away for just a second and regain her composure. A pleased smile came to Bucky's lips.

"Good, I'll let you off this time, but if it happens again, then I'll have to punish you." Merricat sucked in her bottom lip to keep herself together, and she nodded silently up at him, plastering a smile. 

"Good girl," he murmured, and he padded out of the kitchen, leaving Merricat free for a moment. She shuddered, letting out her breath, as her stomach was fluttering with all sorts of things inside. That was so intense, and now she had to make sure she addressed him properly. Without Steve here, she wasn't in the right frame of mind for her first punishment without knowing Bucky's ways or strengths. The spank of that metal hand was surely going to mark her, and she had never been marked in her entire life—something that scared the shit out of her. 

It wasn't uncommon for Alphas to mark their Omegas, but it sounded painful, and if done properly, it could lead to permanent marks. 

Merricat looked up at the clock, sighing heavily. She hoped Steve would be home soon. 

HEY, SO FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER TO THIS. Been getting loads of people wanting more from this so here is the next chapter, not as long but its a start, let me know what you think in the comments

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[enbyleighlines]

I don’t think anyone wants this, but I have all these ideas for an a/b/o au for Tellius and by Ashera I need to write them down

Btw I do not intend to write a full fic for this, but then again, I have said that before and failed miserably. Anywho, all the details are under the cut

Be aware that this is an a/b/o au, and some of the below stuff gets kinda nsfw, as is usual for the genre

- It would primarily focus on Soren. Soren and Pelleas are the twin heirs of Ashnard and Almedha

- There’s no Lehran’s Medallion

- Soren is an omega and Pelleas a beta. This is a problem for Ashnard, who believes in alpha supremacy, and refuses to pass his crown to a beta or an omega

- Ashnard wants to believe that Pelleas is just a late bloomer, and that he has yet to present as an alpha. However, every year, it seems less and less likely

- Male omegas and female alphas are very rare. They are also the only ones whose presentation can be discovered from birth, due to their genitalia. Male omegas possess penises, vaginas, and ovaries, whereas female alphas possess penises, testes, and a vagina. Male alphas and female omegas present at some point in adolescence or early adulthood

- At some point, Ashnard tries to set Soren up with Petrine, an alpha, because she’s also Branded and he thinks her offspring might be strong enough to be his heir

- Soren and Petrine find the idea equally repugnant, so nothing happens

- Greil and Elena still live in Daein, Greil is still one of the Four Riders, and Ike is slowly but surely following in his father’s footsteps

- However, Ike is supposedly a beta, despite his superior size and strength, he has yet to present, and while Greil and Ike don’t care, Ashnard mostly ignores him, because he only values the strength of alphas

- Soren is mostly left to his own devices, due to the fact that Ashnard has no use for him— at least not yet. If Pelleas fails to present, then Ashnard expects Soren to provide a strong alpha heir. Because Ashnard isn’t interested in him, Soren spends a lot of his time disguised as a no-name servant. He works with Greil and Ike sometimes, trying to investigate and undermine his father’s various malicious schemes

- While in disguise, Soren also goes to great lengths to mask his scent, so he can be mistaken for a beta

- When a mission goes horribly wrong, Soren ends up sweating so hard that his scent suppressant wears off and his omega scent tiggers Ike’s first rut, which means Ike finally presents as an alpha at the age of 20

- Soren, to his own chagrin, is somewhat of a mama’s boy. His relationship with Almedha is complicated. She is overbearing and clingy, and Soren can’t stand being smothered. At the same time, however, he is super protective of her, and hates anyone that speaks poorly of her. Ever since losing her laguz powers, Almedha is a bit of a laughing stock, ignored by Ashnard and ridiculed by the rest of Daein. Soren cannot help but empathize with her, since he is also treated poorly due being an omega and Branded

- Pelleas isn’t Branded, plus there was a possibility that he might be an alpha, so he was the favorite of Ashnard growing up. However, Pelleas has quickly fallen out of Ashnard’s favor, due to his weak personality. Pelleas still wants to impress Ashnard, though, which leaves him with some complicated daddy issues

- Pelleas’s relationship with Almedha is far less complicated. He is also a mama’s boy, like in canon, and unlike Soren, he’s not ashamed of it

- I also want to add some Pelleas/Micaiah romance somehow, but I’m not sure how

- Micaiah is the Apostle, and the omega Empress of Begnion, and I want Pelleas to become her consort

- Elincia would also be an omega, and maybe at one point, Ashnard floats her as a possible spouse for Pelleas, but since Pelleas isn’t presenting, nothing comes of it. I can see them becoming friends, though

- After Ike presents as an alpha, Soren feels conflicted, because it means that Ashnard would approve of him as a potential husband, but on the flip side, Soren isn’t convinced that Ike returns his feelings, and he’s too afraid to ask. Yes, this is despite the fact that it was Soren’s scent that finally triggered Ike’s presentation

Anyway, that’s all my thoughts for the moment. I have no actual plot in mind. I would also like to include Ranulf and the rest of the Greil Mercs somehow, but I don’t yet know how.

#ikesoren #tellius #idk how to tag this #do i even want people seeing this?

[mhaxwishxgranter]

Play stupid games (win stupid prizes)

Summary: The number three hero, Dynamight, Bakugou Katsuki, makes a grave mistake in his aim to be the number one hero. But he’s made his bed and now he has to lay in it.

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, black!female!reader, Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku (mentioned), Todoroki Shoto (mentioned)

Warnings: past relationships, angst, marriage of convenience, a/b/o dynamics, Characters are adults and Pro-Heroes

Pairings: Bakugou x Uraraka, Midoriya x Todoroki, Bakugou x Y/N (past)

Quirk: Y/N’s quirk is Siren Song.

Word Count: 782

Note: I would like to preface this by saying that I don’t hate Uraraka, I actually love her character, but I had to write her this way

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Bakugou Katsuki, the number three hero, Dynamight, had been doing a damn good job of not thinking about the screams of agony that plagued his thoughts as well as warm, brown eyes that had been filled with anger and pain and tears. He had ended his relationship with L/N, Y/N, a successful underground hero, to enter a marriage of convenience with the number six hero, Uraraka Ochako, also known as Uravity, who had been all but willing to stab her friend in the back to get with the hero she had been pining after.

And now, here they were at a hero gala, dressed in a suit and dress that clearly screamed expensive, just like Ochako’s large gaudy ring that shined brightly, but it was devoid of any real love. It served its purpose of telling everyone that she was Mrs. Bakugou and it reminded Katsuki of what he willingly let go of, of what he had chosen to cast aside in an effort to get the spot of number one.

When the light dimmed, their host of the evening instructed them to turn their attention to their performer, the person who was about to perform in a room full of heroes. The curtains were pulled back to reveal L/N Y/N, in all her glory, wearing a dress that hugged her curves. The color of it complimented her rich skin, as if it was made specifically for her. Her hair was done in an intricate way that the gold accessories were illuminated by the stage lights.

Looking upon at the crowd as she began to sing, it was clear that every alpha, beta, and omega hero in attendance was entranced by the female omega. It was obvious that she didn’t even need her quirk. What she had was pure, raw talent.

Much like the name of her quirk, Y/N’s voice was like a siren, luring everyone in.

Her scent was something that every alpha and beta wanted to get a whiff of for themselves, especially as she got off the stage to walk around the room.

Even though Katsuki’s mind tried to rationalize what was done, his heart never forgave him for it. And his alpha never forgave him either, it took a great amount of control on his part to not lose control, especially seeing how Y/N lingered a little too long at that half and half bastard and Deku’s table, the sweet melody of the song escaping her plump lips.

As he saw her get closer and closer to his table, Katsuki could feel his heart rate spike. He was completely honed in on her. Y/N’s scent was invading his senses. He couldn’t ignore the way his alpha was howling inside of him. He was brought out of his haze by a soft hand that was definitely not Ochako’s caressing his shoulder, and the singing was next to his ear.

When he looked up at Y/N, those brown eyes held so much anger and resentment that it sent a shiver down the spine of the hero who was infamous for exploding away villains. He looked into the omega’s heart he had held once, but was crushed and left behind in his pursuit of climbing the hero ranks.

He had really made a grave mistake, but this was his bed and he would have to lie in it.

When she had finally pulled her hand away and gave Ochako a sneer before walking away, Katsuki had to stop the instinct to get up and go after her. It was Ochako’s hand squeezing his knee underneath the table that stopped him.

Ochako’s scent became slightly from the anger that was coming off of her, making the other heroes at the nearby tables scrunch up their noses. The antigravity hero clenched her fists, the ring digging into her skin, as she finally faced the reality that no ring, no document, no wedding would ever make Katsuki hers.

What was it that L/N had said? Just before she had cut off her friendship with Ochako for the heart wrenching betrayal? Oh, that’s right.

“You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.”

#black y/n #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x black reader #bakugou katsuki #urakara ochako #midoriya izuku #shoto todoroki #angst #mha angst #angst imagine #a/b/o universe #aged up characters #black reader #black reader insert #female reader insert

[2af-afterdark]

Ooh tell us about your sapphic omegaverse ocs!

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Thank you 🌗!!! I love them so much!

Marchioness Annaliese Stewart & Gwendalyn "Wendy" Murray!!! It's a slightly historical setting, but is anachronistic with what time period it exists in. The point is that it has no modern technology or advances, but it may have vintage technology.

Annaliese is an omega, measuring at 6'5"/195cm and 43 years old. Very forward. She wears inappropriate clothing for her station (think Jessica Rabbit surrounded by Victorians). Her hair is always messy like she woke up from a hangover and she is almost always hiding her face behind a fan (which is tucked between her breasts when she is not using it). Despite the rumors that fly because of her looks and demeanor, she is incredibly intelligent and uses people's assumptions about her to her advantage. People always underestimate an omega they assume is only around to appease the smarter alpha, after all. When it comes to Wendy, she is a shameless flirt.

Wendy is an alpha, measuring at 5'1"/155cm and 28 years old. She is Annaliese's personal maid and takes her job very seriously. Whenever any of the maidservants need help or advice, they know they can go to Wendy for assistance. Because she takes her position seriously, she often ignores Annaliese's flirting when they are both supposed to be acting professionally (even when they are alone). She lives her life as a beta because no one would trust a low-bred alpha around a high-class omega. This means she takes suppressants everyday to try and keep her hormones and pheromones under control.

Quick facts (sfw):

Annaliese is married to Marquess Vittorio Stewart, a male alpha. They have both agreed that their marriage is purely political and only went as far as having a child. They both know the other keeps a mistress and are very supportive of each other's relationships. They are friends; always have been, always will be. Basically, they are each other's cover because they are both in relationships that would be frowned upon.

Annaliese and Vittorio have one child; Clifton "Cliff" Stewart, age 6. He is taken care of by his governess and nanny a lot of the time because his mother and father are usually busy with politics. Even so, Cliff is a mama's boy.

Wendy was hired after starting a relationship with Annaliese. This was done purposefully so that others wouldn't find it suspicious when the two of them spent so much time together (especially given that Wendy is a much lower station than Annaliese).

They met by accident one day when Wendy was visiting the area from her home region and Annaliese was passing through the market to inspect the traders and their wears.

Annaliese wears a fashionable neck covering. She says it's because she does not want to shock anyone with the ghastly claiming bite made by her husband on their wedding night, but it's actually because she doesn't have one and that would be a scandal in and of itself.

Quick facts (nsfw):

Wendy is an excellent brat tamer, a fact that Annaliese knows very well from firsthand experience. In public, Annaliese is the one in charge, but the bedroom is Wendy's domain.

When Annaliese goes into heat, the two of them will spend the entire time in her bedroom. Annaliese will walk away covered in bitemarks. Thank goodness for her neck covering or else Wendy would have surely claimed her by now and that would be disastrous.

As much as Annaliese tries to shorten the skirt and lower the neckline of Wendy's maid dress, Wendy will not allow her. However, Wendy is happy to slip her hand past the slit of Annaliese's dress and use her fingers on her naughty omega if they have a brief moment.

Annaliese is easily an H-cup and she supports those puppies with the sturdiest corset money can buy. Wendy is about a B-cup and binds her breasts. Annaliese loves Wendy's titties.

I am a strong believer that if all omega have wombs and can create natural lubrication, then all alpha must have penis. Although, I think female alpha have more of a hidden penis-like appendage that has to come out. Wendy has one too, of course. However, she prefers tribadism, oral, or fingering over penetrative sex. Not that she will turn down penetrative sex or anything (especially when Annaliese is in heat).

Yes, they use protection. Can't risk an accidental pregnancy.

#❖ 🌗 anon #love letters ❤️ #oc annaliese #oc gwendalyn

[wlwomegaverse]

Can you do Alpha/Aloha headcanons?

I've done one or two posts about it, but I can't find so here we go. some are nsfw as always!:

both of them having somewhat of a hard time when courting each other, not sure what to do and how to not offend each other's ego;

gay* alphas that have a hard time knowing if they should or shouldn't flirt with a fellow alpha, who's also having s hard time knowing if they should or shouldn't flirt;

it can take a really long time for them to have penetrative sex, both a bit afraid of hurting each other;

and because alphas cock can be stupid and knot any tight warm hole, they always wear knot rings;

knotting takes a lot of time, and a lot of prepping, but it's very satisfying to both;

ruts are complicated, knotting toys** are welcomed, even if the bottom can take a knot;

just like an omega can nest when in heat sometimes, alphas can do the same;

ok, alphas in nests. the non-nesting one being unsure if they're welcomed into the nest;

being alphas, of course none of them can carry a pup, but they can adopt or have a surrogate omega (or female beta);

nesting, just, nesting, one of the alphas having the time of their life when nesting for their pup;

alphas that already have a pup (the other parent present or not) unsure if a fellow alpha would be willing to have a relationship;

long discussions on who's gonna take the others name, or if they'll hyphenate it;

tiny alpha being the top/dom and turning their big alpha into a moaning mess;

in the closet alphas having affairs and feeling so much guilt;

more people assuming they're sibling than a couple, and the smaller alpha throwing hands;

couples deciding that they don't need to mate to live a happy and long relationship.

* on my A/B/O, gay = only attracted to the same secondary sex, straight = only attracted to a different secondary sex, bi = attracted to the same and different secondary sex;

** just like we have knotting dildos that imitates an alpha cock, we can have a knotting toy that imitates an omega pussy. even if the alpha feels no attraction to omegas at all, just like if the omega feels no attraction to alphas at all, the toy is very pleasurable.

#alpha/beta/omega au #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #omegaverse #alpha/beta/omega verse #omegaverse blog #a/b/o au #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o universe

[jar-of-omegaverse]

Omegaverse Worldbuilding Starter Kit

Welcome to my beginner’s guide to writing Omegaverse! Here are some questions you can ask yourself while worldbuilding, but they are not all necessary! This is a pretty detailed guide, so pick and choose what applies to your omegaverse!

The first step I would recommend is doing some research! Look up basic guides. I put some links in this starter kit for examples and references. Now that you know a few things and are familiar with some common terms, you can start expanding and making it your own!

The Basics

How are omegas treated?

This is probably the most important question on the list.  Omegas are usually at the center of worldbuilding for omegaverse, even if writers do it unconsciously, so how omegas are treated often shapes all of society. Of course, this is not set in stone. If you want an alpha-shaped or beta-shaped society, go for it. Keep this in mind as you worldbuild.

What are some things you want to include in your omegaverse?

What are things that are not acceptable in your omegaverse?

Here is an example post of things I will never support (as a normal part of life) in omegaverse.

Do you want your omegaverse to be more non-traditional or traditional?

What’s the difference? 

What is your favorite thing about omegaverse?

Is your omegaverse NSFW heavy?

Are you more focused on the NSFW or SFW aspects?

What time period is your omegaverse set in?

Is your omegaverse based more on romance or platonic relationships?

When worldbuilding, I tend to be more invested in platonic relationships than romantic ones, so I have a lot more headcanons revolving around pack dynamics than mate headcanons.

Does your omegaverse have any special features? True Mates? Pack Bonds (mental links that packmates can feel and express emotion through)? Animal Shifters?

Who’s on top? What does the hierarchy look like?

For example, many people set their hierarchies either as Alphas on top or everyone as equal.

How much power do the dynamics have over each other?

For example, can Alphas control Omegas at will? This also ties into hierarchy.

What is the history of your omegaverse?

What is considered r*pe and consent?

Is there a difference between sex and dynamic?

Is primary gender (male, female, other) different from alpha, beta, omega or are they one in the same?

What does submission and domination look like? How does it impact day to day life?

Relationships

Is polyamory a part of your omegaverse? How are polyamorous relationships viewed?

Non-traditional pairings? Which pairings are looked down upon, if any?

For example, Beta x Alpha or Beta x Omega relationships are sometimes looked down upon in more traditional omegaverse set ups.

How do people become mates? Is there a mating bite? A ceremony? Do they spend a mating cycle together?

Are there mating traditions such as giving your partner a collar?

What does courting/dating behavior look like? Is it strict or more relaxed?

Do the packs of the parties involved need to consent to the courting beforehand? Is it arranged? Does it reflect modern society dating? Are interactions between parties supervised?

Society

What are problems in society specific to omegaverse?

In my omegaverse, the Omegas’ Rights Movement is a very large and pressing issue.

What is socially acceptable? What is not?

Disciplining mates in public? Forcing submission? Consent before heats?

How are education and jobs impacted by dynamic?

Can everyone work? Are there limits to what jobs people can hold?

What is considered appropriate and inappropriate behavior around strangers? Friends? Mates? Pack?

What is typical fashion of each dynamic, does it differ based on dynamic?

For example, Omegas may wear collars.

How do people rebel against stereotypes? What are the consequences?

How does presenting change social life?

How do people of the same dynamic interact with each other?

For example, sometimes, Omegas are best friends and need omega socialization, other times they hate each other and view each other as competition.

How is each dynamic treated in the workplace? Hospital? Restaurants?

How do people react if they don’t present as the secondary gender they thought they would be/wanted to be?

How are mating cycles viewed?

Opportunity to breed and have pups? Disgraceful and disgusting? Excuse for sex?

Health and Biology

How is health different (mental and physical)?

What medication is available? 

Suppressants? Is there a side effect of taking suppressants or other medication? 

Are there drugs that can send people into heat (often used at date r*pe drugs)?

How do scent glands work?

Anatomy in general?

Anatomy of male omegas and female alphas?

What are the ratios of the dynamics? Which is the most common?

A lot of omegaverses set Betas as the most common dynamic. Others put all of them as equal, or omegas as extremely rare, ect.

How do disabilities and mental health play into the dynamics and your omegaverse?

For example, here are my posts about gender dysphoria and ADHD in omegaverse.

How is trangender defined in your omegaverse? Is it even a part of your omegaverse? How is it viewed? Is it socially acceptable? What medications are available?

What about asexuality and aromanticism?

Are all heats and ruts sexual?

Here are some different types of heats and ruts.

How are mating cycles handled?

Who can help with mating cycles? What are people given/what do they do to help with mating cycles? For example, nests, pack’s clothes, etc.

Can betas experience mating cycles? If so, what are the conditions?

When do people present? Do they know their secondary gender from birth or find out later?

Who can get pregnant? Are babies delivered differently based on who is birthing them?

This would be dependent on anatomy.

Do Alphas have an Alpha Voice they can use to control others and make them submit? Who does the voice work on?

Packs

What defines a pack?

Are packs strictly blood-related? Are some packs blood-related and others not?

How are packs formed?

Can anyone become a pack leader?

How large are packs?

How are pack leaders chosen?

What does pack hierarchy look like?

What are roles in a pack?

Who are the most important members of the pack? The most protected? The most valued?

Can people be packless? Are there any side effects if they are?

Secondary Gender/Dynamics

What are the defining factors of each dynamic? Instincts? Scents? Other?

How do the dynamics differ?

What are the stereotypes of the dynamics in your omegaverse? Which are true, which are not?

Some Alpha and Omega stereotypes

What determines secondary gender? Genetics? Fate? Necessity based on pack?

Why and when do omegas nest? Do they only nest when they need comfort or are going into heat? Do they always have a nest?

Can alphas and betas nest or do something similar?

Do you include sub-genders/rare dynamics?

Here’s a post by @aboheadcannonsandmore which explains some rare dynamics.

Do omegas have rights?

Are omegas treated like their own people or viewed as property? Can omegas own things such as land? Do omegas need a legal guardian?

What role do betas fill?

Is there a double standard for Male Omegas and Female Alphas?

For example, female alphas are supposed to be strong and proper alphas but are also criticized if they are not feminine enough.

How does each dynamic soothe themselves and others? How do they react to dangerous situations?

There are a lot of things I didn’t address here, but worldbuilding is supposed to be fun and creative! Make it your own and don’t be afraid to be adventurous!

Happy writing!

#omegaverse #a/b/o #omegaverse starter kit #worldbuilding #omegaverse guild #omega #beta #alpha #alpha/beta/omega #alpha beta omega #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o pack #non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics #traditional a/b/o #non traditional a/b/o

[mehbzz]

Milk

Got inspired by @weebsinstash posts again.  A/B/O Chocobros. Same pack dynamics as last time. This fic focuses on Noctis. Female reader, mommykink, lactation, breast feeding, NSFW. Never written these kinks before so excuse any clumsiness!

Hints at possessive/controlling behaviour, not sure how obvious they are so warning just in case. No beta reader so ignore all mistakes!

If you weren’t sandwiched between Ignis and Gladio, you were pinned awkwardly between Noctis and Prompto. Often falling asleep alone to wake in the early hours with one or both snuggled up against you. Which was how you found yourself this evening, Noctis with his head on your chest and Prompto awkwardly curled into your side, head resting against your stomach.

Noct shifts, his cheek nuzzling into your breast in a way that has you tensing slightly. It was comforting having them close but you were uncertain about the amount of physical contact between you and the two younger Alphas. Pack dynamics were still new to you, the relationship deepening between you, Ignis and Gladio even more so. Even with Ignis occasionally trying to teach you and Gladio helpfully reprimanding you, without explanation, for things you apparently shouldn’t be doing, it was still a confusing topic. Most of your questions were met with vague explanations or patronising dismissals of ‘they know what’s best’.

Noct moves again, “I can’t sleep” his voice is tired, nuzzling his face against your breast “soft” he mumbles before darting his tongue out to lick tentatively across your clothed nipple.   “Noct!” your tone is sharp, more out of shock than anger but he doesn’t pull away. Nothing had been mentioned or talked about regarding developing your relationship with Noctis and Prompto. The four were often openly affectionate with each other, and the thought that the affection ran a little deeper than purely platonic had crossed your mind more than once. Was this normal for packs? Are you setting yourself up for another reprimand from Gladio or a disappointed talk from Ignis? Your obvious apprehension does nothing to stop Noct from nuzzling against you again.  “S’ ok;” he mumbles sleepily “they don’t mind”. Don’t they? The fact neither Ignis nor Gladio had stirred from their side of the tent made you think he was telling the truth. Normally your every sound, movement or shift in emotion had them honing in on you with intent focus. Maybe this was normal for packs. It did feel good having Noct so close, the attention and the affection, almost soothing. "Noct!" your gasp is a little louder this time as he takes a broad stroke across your nipple before sealing his mouth around it to suck gently. Your cry has Prompto stirring against your side, blue eyes flickering up at you before they drift down to watch Noct suckling against your now hard nipple. “S’not fair,” Prompto half mumbles, half whines against your stomach, still half asleep. “Wanna taste”

“has two” Noct snarks back, fractured sleepy words smothered against your skin as he keeps suckling your nipple though your shirt. At Prompto’s discontented whine you instinctively card your fingers through his hair with a soft purr, trying to sooth him back into sleep. The hitch in your breath as Noct sucks a little harder, has Prompto shifting minutely closer “I can make you feel good too” even in his half asleep state you can hear his sulky tone and you bite back a smile. His hand slipping under your night shirt to brush lightly over your pussy before resting high on your thigh as he seemingly dozes off again.

Wearing panties to bed had become a pointless endeavour. Gladio more often than not tearing them in some way to make wearing them again impossible. The look of disappointment on Ignis face whenever Gladio ruined a pair had started making you feel guilty so you had stopped wearing them all together in the tent. Saving them more for the times you got to spend in hotels or in private with Ignis. The look of reverence on Ignis’ face when he got to see you in intact lingerie had made the awkwardness of sleeping without any easier to bear. And you certainly got no complaints from Gladio about it. Nudity in general was something that was slowly becoming easier to deal with, how comfortable and open about it the boys were didn’t give you, as with most things recently, much of a choice.

The nip of teeth against your nipple draws you attention immediately back to Noctis. “Jus’ me” his words are slurred and a little confused. He’s just as tired as Prompto, it’s easy to tell but he continues to suckle lazily against your breast. He shuffles closer, hand squeezing just a little tighter, and the first spurt of milk surprises you both, your back arching slightly at the sensation. You can feel Noct’s excited hum rumble from his chest as his hand drops to the hem of your shirt. “Please” It's one word, verging on a command more than a plea but you know what he wants and you acquiesce with a gentle nod. It feels right. You’ve never considered yourself particularly maternal but the sudden urge to nurture him is strong.

Noctis tugs your nightshirt up awkwardly over your breast, just enough to give him access to your bare nipple. He immediately wraps his warm mouth around it, licking and suckling on it gently as he starts to rock lazily against your thigh. He’s hard, and a tingle of arousal pulses between your legs as he grinds against you. It wasn’t the burning almost feral desire you felt with Ignis and Gladio, it was a gentle, cosy heat that made you want to be closer to him, to look after him and help him feel good.

“S’good” He groans a little louder as another spurt of milk coats across his tongue, his hand squeezing around your breast in an attempt to coax more milk from you. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, as your body adjusted to the new raging omega hormones lactation had become an occasional nuisance. One Gladio enjoyed immensely. The first time it had happened had been mildly alarming but Ignis had assured you it would cease as your body became accustomed to the hormonal changes.

  Your fingers still combing through Noct’s hair, you look down to watch him. His throat moving as he swallows, eyes closed in contentment as he continues to suckle. The faint press of his teeth and the glide of his tongue have your hips twitching slowly, more out of instinct than any genuine need to cum. Having Prompto resting on your stomach sleeping against your side made it difficult to really move anyway. The contented purr that escapes you has Noct’s hips immediately stuttering against you. He sighs as he cums, quiet little whimpers as he continues to rut lightly against you. “M’sorry, didn’t mean to.” He sounds embarrassed and the urge to comfort him is great. “It’s ok, it’s ok, you did good.” You let your fingers stroke slowly down the nape of his neck, “Good boy” the words slip from your lips in a quiet whisper before you can stop them and despite your tinge of embarrassment Noctis keens at your praise. “mommy” the word is quiet, almost whispered against your breast as his grip tightens in his attempt to snuggle closer. The aftershocks from his lazy orgasm are sending little shivers down his spine, and you slowly stroke your nails down his back in an attempt to sooth him, cooing praise softly into his ear.   After a few minutes Noctis finally releases your nipple and licks the stray trickle of milk that slides down your breast before nuzzling into the side of your neck with a contented huff. He’s scenting you, the behaviour has become second nature to you now and you tilt your head to the side to give him easier access. The awkwardness you expect isn’t there, and as Noct gently pulls your shirt down and lies back down against your chest all you feel is a calming rush of warmth and love. You’re aware Ignis is awake on the other side of Prompto, you can sense the contentment, and what you think is pride, in his scent and it helps relax you further. Noct’s quiet petulant whine against your chest once again draws your attention back to him. He rubs his head into your hand in a quiet demand for pets that has you biting back a quiet laugh. You do as he bids, letting your nails stroke gently across his scalp and down the back of his neck, both of you enjoying the slow, intimate contact. The silence as you started to drift off is warm and soothing, and although it’s still a little uncomfortable with Noct once again asleep on your chest and Prompto having somehow managed to wrap himself around your leg, head now resting on your thigh, the only sound as you drift into sleep is your quiet contented purr.

#a/b/o universe #final fantasy xv noctis #noctis lucis caelum #noctis x reader #mommy kink #fanfic

[cult-of-artemis-and-athena]

What the fuck is "femininity", anyway? Pt. 2

I was watching a video a few months ago about Evangelical Christians complaining about what they perceived as androgyny - women wearing pants and not having long hair, men not going fishing or wearing beards - and then said something to the effect of "These people are straying from God's design!"

I suppose the Bible does have some parts that can be construed as saying that women should have long hair, men should have short hair, and they should both look different and do different things. However, wearing certain clothes or hairstyles, or doing the majority of tasks don't have a biological component. If men were naturally, biologically, by-God supposed to have short hair, it should grow to be an inch long and stop, right? I've seen some Christians rebut the "only men can wear pants" argument on the basis that the stereotypical Christian man wouldn't like, nor properly fit into a pair of women's pants. I would take that a step further, because I think it's hilarious, and say that if women wearing pants were a 100%, by-God biological impossibility, they would have one leg, or be like nagas or mermaids and it would be physically impossible to make pants for them.

Another example: musical instruments are assigned gender stereotypes for some fucking reason. A friend from middle school said she wanted to play the trumpet, but was given a clarinet because it was a "feminine" instrument. Conversely, I've seen boys who started school band on a flute or clarinet either switch instruments, or quit band altogether. Perhaps small hands make it easier to play the piccolo, and it's less annoying for a strong person to carry around a tuba, upright bass, or bari sax, but there's no reason for the player's genitals to enter the equation. During the 18th century, the acceptability of an instrument for women was based on whether the player had to spread their legs to play it. Pianos, violins/violas, and flutes were allowed, but a cello was indecent. I'm not sure, then, how harps became stereotyped as "feminine instruments" when they're both gigantic and require the player to straddle them...but here I am trying to make sense of nonsense again...

Finally - and this is the big one - there is the downright schizophrenic relationship some male communities have with female attractiveness and things women do, or have done to them, to change how they look in pictures and videos.

I feel I must preface the rest of this point with something: "men" and "women" are not hive minds, and it's important to not strawman half the population based on a conglomeration of the worst representatives you have experienced. If you go outside, in real life, and think about the couples you see, it becomes very obvious that the majority of men you will see are attracted to women who aren't skinny blondes with big boobs/asses and the majority of women you see are attracted to men who aren't 6-/7-figure earners. People who seem to express that they are totally alone and perpetually shit-on by a world of "Chads" and "Staceys" feels like the same type of mindset school kids have, where they obsess over not being included by the popular kids while they're befriended and included just fine by kids they actually have more in common with. It's not a healthy mindset to have, but excusable in school kids because kids are immature by nature and they mostly grow out of it; however, to be an adult and still think like this is a good sign to get help.

I'm talking primarily about the incel community and perhaps some of the groups that this mentality spills into.

A post was going around several years ago and I think the photos were taken from a clickbait which was taken from a makeup artist's portfolio. The MUA might actually have been Goar Avetisyan (https://www.goaronline.com/courses) but the before and after pictures resembled the ones on the link above -- one with absolutely no makeup or hair styling, and then the other with full glam, special occasion makeup and styled hair, a wig, extensions, etc. The way it was presented was "LOOK! HERE'S PROOF W*MEN AREN'T ACTUALLY HOT! WAKE UP SHEEPLE! THEY'RE LYING TO YOU! ILLUMINATI EXPOSED!!!!"

I can see why they're mad, because the dishonesty surrounding makeup, but especially photoshop, plastic surgery, posing, and airbrushing can get toxic. I'm old enough to remember the old-fashioned mindset where women were supposed to hide their "beauty secrets". Don't apply makeup in public, keep your roots touched up so nobody knows they're dyed, and if you have any treatments or surgery always deny having them. Wear your makeup to bed, then wake up early and fix it before your guy sees you.

I couldn't imagine how awful I would feel if I had Instagram or TikTok when I was growing up. I had enough moments of feeling frustrated because I didn't naturally look how other people looked, and I didn't realize that people in TV and movies were wearing makeup, that magazine ads were photoshopped, etc. Just being an extremely average-looking human being with no concept of basic grooming, comparing myself to other kids at school was hard enough without the rapist-run media adding another layer of bullshit.

When I realized the layers of lies, it was like...how long have I been wasting my time and money on this totally made-up problem? How much did I actually improve my life and happiness chasing it? Or, did it actually make me more miserable? How much could I have accomplished if I put the same amount of angst into a different pursuit -- instead of fixing my face, I could have been fixing my art...When it comes to pursuing an unattainable ideal, there is no end to the horror.

So, I suppose, when a group of men (...boys, whatever) realize that "hot women" are a spook, and the the ethereal creature they've been told by society to put on a pedestal is actually not far removed from them, and it shits and farts, it seems very reasonable to feel angry and like you've been taken for a ride by "the system". It can be easy to blame women for this, and hate them. And it's probably easy to get stuck here.

Instead of being perpetually angry, they have to mourn the death of this ethereal spook-woman, and move on with an acceptance of reality as it is. Women, too, have to kill and mourn the spook-woman as part of self-acceptance.

One positive evolution of the makeup fandom is that while the makeup has gotten more intense and elaborate, makeup tutorials have demystified makeup. When tutorials started to become popular, there was a lot of "Excuse my eye-circles, excuse my pimple, excuse my skin, excuse my hair, excuse my lighting, excuse my room, excuse my, excuse my, excuse, excuse, excexcexcexCEXEXEXEXEXEX- *boom*" and thankfully someone eventually came along ($10 says it was a drag queen) and said, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, NOBODY CARES," and eventually the makeup fandom became okay with letting a bare face be a bare face. You wear the makeup, you don't wear the makeup. It doesn't matter. It's just a hobby.

To refer back to my original point, the confusion of makeup (something culturally feminine) with biological femininity has really fucked up both men and women. Everyone is better off extracting the two from one another, and it seems like many people are in the process of doing that. It helps women hate themselves less, and it helps men humanize women and have better relationships.

However, the image of the spook-woman, "10/10 model" is so ingrained in some parts of the culture, as the apex of the vertex of femininity, that despite complaints about how makeup is a lie, discarding that in favor of just a healthy, bare-faced woman feels like embracing post-modernity and a slippery slope to embracing ugliness as beauty. I think the lack of exaggerated femininity that spook-woman makeup provides feels threatening because the woman's face looks more masculine in a purely relative sense. The exaggerated femininity of the spook-woman, as it is for the Evangelical Christians who follow strict gender roles, provides additional separation between the sexes which serves to reassure men who are A) preoccupied with their level of masculinity and B) hyper-aware of their standing toward the bottom of this hierarchy of masculinity. I think the entire hierarchy benefits from them being placated by more separation from women, because if the bottom whatever percent of men are too dissatisfied with their standing, they may start punching upwards or wanting to attack the hierarchy itself. The men at the top don't want that because of the benefits they receive for being at the top.

MGTOW and the incel movement really kicked off after Gamergate, and intensified with subsequent "waves" of feminism. The discontent men direct their frustration at women, but they also direct their frustration at the men not troubled by what women do. There's suddenly a lot of interest in whether you're an alpha, a beta, a gamma, omega, a sigma, a ligma male, etc. and which one is the better type of male to be. There's a lot of hatred for "Chads" and I see a lot of jealousy directed toward men who are married and have families, usually in the form of "She's just gonna divorce you, take half your shit, and then manipulate your kids to hate you. You'll see...you'll realize you should have spent your whole life banging whores."

This all seems like the result of the ol' spending money we don't have to buy things we don't need to impress people we don't like. This is undoubtedly the idealist in me, men and women would be better off to cut each other some slack. We could see one another as fellow tragic, flawed individuals instead of fleshlights and ATMs, escape the Matrix and spit in the faces of our rapist, media elite overlords.

#femininity #performative femininity #mgtow #mass media #makeup #spooks #traditional gender roles #women don't exist #gender roles are a spook #hollywood rapists #jordan peterson #stop putting women on pedestals

[aboverself]

OMEGAVERSE°

-> RELATIONSHIP OF VERSE TO EACH OTHER

[[ not official, verse made by @aboverself ]]

in this post, i'll be sharing you the relationship of secondary genders (e.g. Alpha to Alpha, Beta and Omega) something like what/how/why they react when this verse is around or with them.

ALPHA

with fellow Alpha

alpha x alpha -> this is a fight between 2 doms, their pride is important and they won't submit that easily to the other. think about 2 boys being a brat fighting over who will take the passenger seat or getting score with a girl.

alpha x sub alpha -> pretty much compatible since it'll be easy to dominate the other, but some scenarios the alpha won't get easily hard. no they cannot knot the other.

sub alpha x alpha -> think about submissive top with his dominant alpha, but of course, as i mentioned, alpha's pride is important. so this may not happen since alphas doesn't wanna submit/be the receiver.

sub alpha x sub alpha -> just imagine 2 subs pleasing one another's needs. it's like cute preschool lovers that love seeing their partner happy. yes, one can top but still a sub. it's like a switch relationship.

with an Omega

alpha x omega -> common, we know what type of relationship this is. but mostly the author write this as omega's in heat, alpha accidentally mating the omega, etc. in conclusion, think about a relationship of dom/sub.

alpha x dom omega -> 2 doms but the omega is still a bottom. think about a relationship where the alpha is a brat tamer when their omega tease the fuck out of them. this can also cause fights but if the dom omega knows how to use their pheromones, this might weaken their alpha (or worse, excite more and get to submit which give them a chance to be the dom).

sub alpha x omega -> it works, but 2 subs in a relationship. alpha still tops, but doesn't use their pheromones to scare their omega but to feel more safe. it's like an image of soft/lovely bf.

sub alpha x dom omega -> great pairing tbh, it's like a relationship of a guy treating his gf like a queen cause she's spoiled who love having what she wants.

with the Beta

alpha x beta -> it depends if the beta is male or female. if it's female, then it's gonna hurt like a bitch if the alpha knot her (sometimes the pregnancy rate be approximately 50-70% chancy). for male, if they ask for the alpha to be bottom, the answer is a NO. if in rut, it's gonna be troublesome since the alpha is active.

sub alpha x beta -> simple: submissive/gentle alpha and their beta partner that takes the cock up their ass/vagina.

BETA

with fellow Beta

beta x beta -> just like human beings, they don't have heat cycle nor rut. they have no problem in sexual activities. well unless, it's a personal thing because each individual have their own ways/ideals in sex.

with the Omega

beta x dom omega -> the omega's pheromones ain't gonna work on the beta, so they gotta try their best to control their beta. this is like a tall, chill guy with his cranky smol gf.

beta x omega -> yes, beta can control their sexual activity but they can't control the omega's heat. there'll be around 20-35% chance of the omega getting impregnated during heat, so if they want a child, he gotta try harder, yanno? ;) betas cannot knot them nor mark as mate. i suggest that omega wears their choker at all cost. if omega's partner is beta female, it'll be some kind of lesbian with strap-on dildo. LOL

with an Alpha

beta x alpha -> oh, naw baby, this ain't gon' work- but if the alpha tries to threaten the beta (mostly with pheromones), it's not gonna work by 89-92%.

beta x sub alpha -> it works, since the alpha is okay with being a bottom. he pleas for that cock ùwú

OMEGA

with fellow Omega

dom omega x omega -> as i said earlier, both omegas cannot mark nor knot one another. but they can still please one another's needs. dom omegas can top. just think of two best friends from novels, 1 is a bad ass while the other is softie/girlish.

omega x omega -> just like the relationship of alpha x alpha, but make it extremely adorable. this is such a wholesome relationship, but it's gonna be difficult and dangerous since one another can't mark themselves nor knot and can result to alphas attacking them, definitely when in heat. 2 omegas in heat together in 1 room can please each other, either calms them down or attract alphas, your choice.

omega x dom omega -> just like alpha x dom omega, but make the omega more of a cry baby pov. but i think this isn't a good idea to write.

dom omega x dom omega -> just 2 bottoms, they might fuck. just think about 2 lesbians scissoring or pleasing one another with a dildo. this give me brat x brat vibe too. overall, no difference to previous relationships of each gender.. may switch who tops.

with an Alpha

omega x alpha -> bro, you ok? no, i just cannot imagine it.

omega x sub alpha -> 2 bottoms? nah.

dom omega x alpha -> it works, since i saw some webtoons with omegas having a physique like an alpha yet they're still an omega in the end. they just need to show their dominance and deal with their alpha's so-called-pride to submit. basically, overpowering them by triggering scent sensitivity.

dom omega x sub alpha -> oh, it's really gonna work big time since the sub alpha is easy to deal with.

with the Beta

omega x beta -> ehhhhhh, not compatible.

dom omega x beta -> yeah, this could work. like what i said in the dom omega x alpha, but except betas can't be triggered by the pheromones to dominate.

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[llsilvertail]

Omegaverse World Building Questions

These are essentially just to prompt thinking about how things may work in a society with alpha/beta/omega dynamics.

Notes: very loosely organized by category and continuity, and there will most definitely be quite a bit of overlap  between sections; most definitely not comprehensive

Warnings: references to pregnancy and consent/non-consent

Gender will be separated from “sex” (for lack of a better word). (so there are three separate axises, dynamic, gender, and “sex” if that makes sense)

Poster is not transgender, intersex, non-binary, or asexual, and doesn’t wish to speak for or offend any of these communities.

(as of March 2022, poster has realized they’re aroace, but hasn’t updated this at all since original posting)

(from the poster: some delicate topics may be discussed, please let me know if anything is offensive or inaccurate, should be said differently, or needs to be changed in general)

Please read the examples where they’re provided because the questions may not make sense or be clear.

Originally posted on a Discord server.

Dynamics

How would dynamics work?

How common would each dynamic be?

    Would alphas and/or omegas be more common than betas? Or would betas be more common?

Would omegas/alphas only bear/sire children during heats/ruts?

How much control would an omega/alpha have during their heats/ruts? (for example: an omega has to stay home and can’t control themselves vs. an omega can continue to go about their business without much change)

Will betas, as a dynamic, exist?

Would there be more dynamics than just the traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics? (for example: omegas have heats and bear children, alphas have ruts and sire children, betas don’t have heats or ruts, and a fourth dynamic have both heats and ruts)

Would inter-dynamic individuals exist?

“Sexes”

How would “sex” work?

What would differences in “sex” be? (so how would they differentiate between different “sexes”)

Would you change the female/male system at all? (for example: only omegas have a uterus/eggs and only alphas have testicles/sperm, so this system doesn’t apply)

Would females/males bear/sire children at any time (regardless of dynamic)?

How would intersex individuals work?

Dynamic and “Sex” Intersection

How would dynamics and “sex” interact?

Would dynamic or “sex” be more important?

Would only one “sex” have dynamics? (for example: all females are betas and all males are alphas/omegas)

How would children be conceived?

    Would fertility be affected by differences in dynamic or “sex”? (for example: omega females/alpha males get extra fertile during heats/ruts)

        Omega males vs omega females? Alpha males vs alpha females? Omega males vs alpha males? Omega females vs alpha females?

        How would betas fit into this?

Biology

Notes: If someone can only bear children during a heat, there’s no reason for a cycle outside of that. If they can get pregnant outside of heat, they would continue to have a normal one.

How would menstruation work?

    Would all omegas menstruate?

    Would omegas menstruate right after heats?

Notes: it will be assumed someone who can bear children will have ovaries/a uterus/eggs and someone who can sire children will have testicles/sperm

How would anatomy work?

    Would an omega male/alpha female be intersex?

Are different senses enhanced? (for example: pheromone scenting is common)

    If scents are important, does each person have a unique scent?

If betas exist, how would they work biologically?

    Would they be fertile? Or when would they be fertile?

Gender

How would gender norms work? (for example: women aren’t stereotyped as peaceful homemakers)

Would gender norms matter?

How would clothing be traditionally coded? (for example: skirts aren’t coded for women and it’s normal to see men wearing them in everyday life)

How would transgender and non-binary individuals work?

Relationships

How would relationships work?

    How would relationships work dynamic wise? (for example: it’s more common to have cross-dynamic relationships)

    How would relationships work gender wise? (for example: homosexual relationships are accepted at the same level as heterosexual relationships)

    Would dynamics or gender be more important when it comes to acceptance by society?

Would sexual or romantic orientation exist? (for example: someone can be attracted to only alphas sexually or someone can be attracted to only women romantically)

How would asexual or aromantic people work?

How common are polyamorous relationships?

    If so, how would it work? (for example: triads are more common than couples)

    How does society view polyamorous relationships?

Mating

Would mating bites be possible?

    Would all dynamics be able to give and/or receive mating bites?

If pheromones can be sensed, will they change when mated? (so people can tell someone’s mated and/or who they’re mated to)

Is it possible to form bonds?

    Do bites have to be consensual to form bonds?

    Would a bond favor one dynamic? (for example: one dynamic is able to control/influence the other through the bite)

    Would there be a mental bond? (for example: mates can sense things about each other’s physical/emotional states)

    Can bonds be broken or allowed to fade, or are they for life?

        If bonds can be lost, can someone bond again?

    Do bonds fade after someone dies?

How would bonds work in practice?

    Can more than one mating bite be given and/or received?

Are mating bites/bonds always sexual?

Are there soulmates?

    How can soulmates recognize each other?

    How obvious would soulmates be?

Miscellaneous/Society

Notes: for all of the questions (even the ones that don’t apply) consider what kind of effect they will have on society and how they’ll be perceived.

What would stereotypes be/how would society work?

Are some dynamics more restricted in where they can work?

Would one dynamic be more dominant or aggressive?

Would there be black markets for suppressants/contraceptives/etc.?

How would asexual and aromantic individuals work?

Would some dynamic and “sex” intersections be viewed differently? (for example: omega males and alpha females can be, in general, looked down on by society)

How would different cultures view different dynamics differently?

Are packs part of society?

Remember to consider how these answers would interact with each other and human nature because all of these will mean different things for your world depending on what they value. (for example: society will value different things if alphas and/or omegas are more common than betas)

This is incomplete, more questions, comments, and ideas are welcome 😊

Poster has many ideas that wouldn't make sense here. Feel free to message me to talk!! 😊 (or if you find anything I said confusing lol ❤️️)

#omegaverse #worldbuilding #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/beta/omega verse #world buliding #questions #world building questions #for reference #my thoughts #my writing

[eatsleepandsupernatural]

Soy Sauce and Sam

Request: Hi! I'm wondering if you could write a ABO one shot or whatever with one of the brothers with a male reader? Could it also be fluff, please? It could be anything you want

Pairings: MaleOmega!Reader x Alpha!Sam Winchester

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1820

A/N: Hey Guys! First of two request filled! Again so sorry for the absence! Hope you like this one, I loved writing it! Another ABO request and Saved Chapter coming soon. 

Masterlist

   You struggle to stay calm as you glance at the mess around you. Your sister always made it look easy and now you wanted to throw it all into the bin and give up. You have soy sauce in your hair, vegetables litter the floor and the chicken you are trying to cut up looks like it has been massacred by a hammer. All you want to do is to make dinner for your Alpha, but you can’t cook to save your life. He and Dean are due to be home from their hunt any minute now and the first thing they’ll do is come and check on you. You don’t know how you are going to explain this mess. You dip your finger in the home-made teriyaki sauce and bring it up to your mouth. You don’t want to, but you need to know if you’re going to have to tip it out and start over or not. You knock the bowl off the bench with a groan, too much soy sauce. This is an absolute disaster. 

   ‘Dude, what have you done to my kitchen?’ You freeze at the sound of Dean’s voice and grimace at the mess surrounding you. 

   ‘The bin exploded.’ You say, speaking before thinking is one of your many bad habits that always seems to get you in more trouble than necessary. 

   Dean raises his eyebrows, arms crossed. ‘You know you’re going to have to clean all this up. And if I find out that you ask Cas to help again, I’ll tell Sam about your midnight snacks.’

   You understand that Dean felt very strongly about the kitchen, but you aren’t a child. You are about to mouth off when Sam appears in the doorway, immediately stopping you in your tracks. 

   ‘What the hell?’ His wide eyes take in the mess before landing on you. 

   ‘He trashed my kitchen.’ Dean interjects, waving his arms around aggressively. 

   ‘I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation, (Y/N)?’ Sam replies, always the peacemaker.

   ‘I can’t cook.’ You supply, leaning against the bench for support. You are still disappointed at your lack of culinary talents, but you’re calmer now that Sam has arrived. ‘And Dean, I may be an Omega, but I’m not a kid. I know how to clean up after myself.’ 

   Dean’s eyes flash briefly with an uncontrolled instinct but he shakes it off and offers you an apologetic smile. You roll your eyes in response and give him the finger. 

   ‘If you can’t cook, why did you try?’ Sam questions, obviously still confused.

   ‘I wanted to cook you dinner, didn’t really work out.’ You say gesturing to the mush of raw chicken. 

   ‘No, I suppose not.’ He replies with pursed lips. You knew that expression, he is trying not to laugh. You glance over at Dean, to see that he isn’t trying to hide his amusement at all. 

   ‘Whatever, I didn’t have high hopes anyway. It probably would have tasted like shit.’ You try to hide your disappointment behind a nonchalant persona.

   ‘Alright, well I’m going to leave you two lovebirds here.’ Dean says turning to leave the kitchen. ‘Don’t burn the kitchen down.’ He speaks before disappearing completely.

   ‘Asshole.’ You mutter, as you turn your back on Sam, crouching down to clean up the vegetables that had ended up on the ground. 

   ‘What were you trying to make?’ Sam asks, poking at the chicken, ‘this looks almost salvageable’ 

   You scoff, throwing a handful of vegetables in the bin, ‘Teriyaki Chicken.’ 

   ‘Ah, that explains the soy sauce.’ Sam chuckles quietly, grabbing some paper towel to wipe it up. ‘Do you want to restart, try again?’ 

   You meet his eye for the first time since Dean left the room, ‘No, Not really. I’m too pissed off.’ 

   ‘Do you want a hug?’ 

   You pause halfway to the bin and turn around to face him, ‘Does it look like I want a hug?’ 

   Sam looks you over for a minute, smiling calmly. ‘It looks like you want to punch something, but I thought a hug might be even better.’ Discarding the soaked paper towels, he holds his arms up, an open invitation for you to seek comfort in his warmth. You can’t say no. 

   You dump the veggies you’re holding into the bin and walk back over to him, leaning into his embrace. You don’t hesitate to nuzzle further into his chest, scenting him, the smell of leather, books and hair product surrounds you in a calming blanket. Although you would never admit, you love the way Sam is able to calm you so easily. Not even your parents were able to do that. 

   ‘Better?’ 

   ‘Of course. What are we going to do now? I ruined dinner.’ You tighten your grip on Sam, still needing the calm scent he was releasing. 

   ‘Well, if you let go of me, maybe I could help you? We could probably use some of the chicken, I’ll sort through it and cut some more, if you cut up some fresh vegetables.’

   ‘I don’t want to let go, or cut vegetables.’ You mutter into his chest.

   ‘Don’t you want dinner?’ 

   ‘Not if it means having to let go.’ 

   Now that you had him, you didn’t want to lose him. The day has been long and stressful, you hate when he leaves to go on hunts and cooking is now your worst enemy. 

   Sam understands this and finishes clearing up the rest of your mess with you attached to his arm. He leads you through the library, where Dean is resting with his feet up on the table and a beer in hand. 

   ‘Kitchen’s clean, but raincheck on dinner.’ Sam says, gesturing to you next to him. 

   Dean raises his eyebrows at the sight. It’s not often that you allow yourself to be vulnerable in front of him and after a sharp look from Sam, he has to bite back whatever rude comment he was about to say. 

   ‘I can see that.’ He mumbles. 

   ‘If you wouldn’t mind getting dinner, please. I don’t mind where it’s from, just one of the usual places. (Y/N) and I will make dinner tomorrow.’ 

   Dean eyes Sam, before nodding and standing up. ‘I’ll be back in half an hour.’ 

   Sam turns around, making his way back to the room you share, your arms still wrapped tightly around his waist. Once in his room, he pulls you off and gently sits you down on the bed, passing you one of his jackets. ‘Wear this, I’ll be back in a second.’ 

   Sam is gone before you can protest and you press your face into his jacket. 

   ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ You mutter to yourself. You know that sometimes when Sam gets back from a hunt you get clingy, but this is a whole new level. 

   Sam comes back in with a pile of clean clothes which he dumps onto the bed. ‘Alright shoes off.’

   ‘What are we doing?’ You did what he told you to, but not without questioning his sanity.

   ‘We’re snuggling.’ He replies, hopping up on the bed, creating a nest with the pile of clothes he brought in.

   You frown at him, still confused. ‘Why?’ 

   Sam pauses what he is doing to look up at you, ‘I think, because of what happened in your past, and our still fairly new relationship, you're starting to experience feelings of anxiety when we are separated. I’m guessing you've been ignoring them, channelling your nerves into something productive like cooking, which is good. But every time I’ve come back from a hunt, you’ve been slowly getting more and more attached. It’s okay, but it’s something we’re going to have to work on.’ 

   You are so embarrassed you almost leave the room, but the look Sam gives you is one of complete adoration and love. So you slide into his embrace, and find yourself completely surrounded by him and his scent. 

   ‘How long have you known?’ You ask, snuggling into his chest. 

   ‘I suspected it a while ago, I believe today confirms it though, don’t you?’ He pulls me closer to him and runs his hand up and down my arm. 

   ‘I’m sorry.’ 

   ‘(Y/N), you’ve got nothing to be sorry for, we all have our moments. Anyway, do you just want to snuggle or do you want to put on a show?’ 

   You remove your face from your Alpha’s warm chest to meet his caring gaze. ‘Can we just stay like this? I missed you.’ 

   ‘Of course. So, aside from making a mess in the kitchen, what else did you get up to the last few days?’ 

   You are ashamed to say that you didn’t do anything besides your failed attempt at dinner. You spent most of the time watching TV in bed. And when you weren’t doing that you were trying to get into the locker where they keep the guns so you could practice shooting. You wanted to go on hunts, but Sam wouldn’t let you. Stupid Alpha. 

   ‘Not much, just TV’, you tell him. 

   Sam chuckles, ‘So you didn’t try to break into the gun locker?’ 

   ‘Nooo…’ 

   ‘Nice try, you left the light on in the armoury, and a lock pick next to the locker. You couldn’t have tried to be more obvious. What distracted you?’ Sam’s voice had hardened a little and you could feel a scolding coming. 

   ‘I noticed what time it was, I had to start cooking.’ 

   Sam laughs quietly before bringing up the topic you knew he would. ‘(Y/N), I don’t want you hunting.’ 

   You sat up, frustration building in your stomach. ‘Sam, I’m not some weak, helpless little female Omega. I may be an Omega, but I’m not completely breakable. Sure I’m smaller than men who are Beta’s or Alpha’s but why does that automatically put me on house arrest?’

   Sam sighs, he gave you a look that told you he knew this was coming. ‘I know you aren’t weak and I know you hate it when I say it's for your protection, but it really is. There are no Omega’s in the FBI or any other law enforcement agency. That means we’d be leaving you alone in a motel, and that’s a big no. And if you’re there fighting alongside me, I’m going to be more worried about you, than myself or the person we are trying to save.’ 

   He brought his hands up to cup your face and gently kissed your forehead. ‘I’m sorry (Y/N), but I just can’t have you hunting.’ 

   ‘Sammy, (Y/N)! Food!’ 

You sigh loudly, and move to push Sam away but he grabs your wrist. ‘I understand you’re upset. I’m sorry, I really am. But you are safer here, it’s as simple as that. You just have to trust that I’ll come back.’ He gives you a small smile, getting up and moving to the door. 

   ‘By the way, you still have soy sauce in your hair.’ 

#supernatural fic #supernatural family #abo dynamics #supernatural abo #male reader #alpha dean x omega reader

[princeanxious]

A random logicality fic i didnt realize I wanted to write until just now, that i can't write out into an organized fic story atm but I can ramble about its whole world and character settup! So like. Take this as a massive bullet point fic if you will, but, yknow, minus the bullet point part..

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Some background info: this is an omegaverse idea BUT it primarily focuses on the worldbuilding, character dynamics, and relationship dynamics and doesnt focus or even really mention nsft stuff. At least not in this post! Another fact abt this au is that there are no betas in this au, just alphas and omegas representing as the primary biological differences. Same general biology applies, and there is this worlds own version of the LGBTQ+ community as well, ect ect.

Logan is a highclass omega that lives on a large estate and is the only omega, let alone male omega(which is uncommon in this au), in his well known family's current generation. Hes got two other older alpha siblings Thomas and Deceit(named Dorian in this fic) and theyre all p close to eachother and wellknown to the public for being anti-classist despite the rest of their highclass family's history of being generally snooty and classist and not very family-oriented. They probably run a big entertainment company named after the family line and thats where most of their wealth comes from. Their family surname is probably Sanders. Logan is like, an inch above normal height for an omega and is sort of a frail, lanky, and uber pale man who doesn't eat well and doesnt exercise often and doesnt get enough sunlight and is often bored out of his mind, frankly.(all of this is due to his parent's terrible job of raising him, both from the servants (unhappily)following their orders for his care and from their blatant disregard for his health and happiness as a male omega. His brothers and the servants do the best they can to sneak around the rules, at least for food and sneaking Logan books and candles to entertain himself late at night or in his freetime when they arent hanging out together)

Patton, on the other hand, is a mid-high class Alpha in a little less well-known(in comparison to the Sanders family at least) but still well-respected family in a slightly smaller estate, known from their history of being a long line of hardworking successful people and being a very big and far reaching family. They probably breed a few prized mostly pure-bred and cross-bred horse breeds (the ethical way of course). And perhaps they(at least at Patton's estate specifically) also have their own fruit tree plantation that is known for selling its fruit as well as making said fruit into jams to be sold locally. Theyre family also has ties in helping many local businesses as well as a few larger companies ect. ect. The main family branch name is Crofters. ;p Patton is a v tall boi, and like his father, works hard around the estate just as much as any other worker. He helps harvest fruit from the plantation when its time and gets to help turn a good portion of the fruit into their famous crofters jam, and he helps tend to the stables and horses and chores all around the estate, does lots of heavy lifting ect.ect. So. Tall buff boi who's v suntanned and v freckled and made of friendliness and sunshine smiles yknow?? Hes an only child with just a father by the time hes 21 and a ton of extended family but he makes an effort to check in and make sure the local youth and elderly are well taken care of.

So in this fic, like, these things that are sort of like coming-of-age courting parties/festivals are held? It's a big cultural thing that happens each season to allow un-courted young adults a chance to meet and socialize with other un-courted young adults at their own leisure and pace rather than being subjected to family-directed arranged courtings(which are mostly a thing of the past at this point for their culture)

So like, p much Thomas and Dorian have to step in to help Logan persuade their parents into letting them take Logan to a local coming-of-age festival bc his parents are like this close to just making Logan go through w/ an arranged courting from some other highclass alpha, bc omega males aren't as 'prized'(to the highclass) or seen as desirable as omega females so getting Logan to marry into another wealthy family solely for maintaining status and making wealthy ties is the only use they see for him. Which of course,, his alpha siblings are having none of that if they have anything to say about it.(and they do. Logan deserves as much freedom as they do if not more, especially at this point in their lives. And Dorian spends the whole walk back to their bedrooms venting about the stupidity and blatant sexism of the fact that Dorian and Thomas are freely allowed to go wherever and do whatever they please because they're Alphas, "but Logan can't and has to be escorted everywhere that he is allowed to go if he wants to go anywhere as if he doesnt have his own autonomy! Why can Thomas and I go to the festival's without any fuss or escort but Logan is almost two steps from forbidden to even chose his own attire for the day? Highclass society is bullshit!")

So, with the eventual hard-won mutual agreement that Thomas and Dorian will be Logan's direct and only escorts to the festival who will not be left alone(they wouldnt leave him alone anyway, though not out of thinking that Logan is a dependent helpless omega that needs to be attended to and directed at all times, bc they dont believe that like their parents do, its out of the fact that theyre not about to leave their two years younger baby brother who has virtually no experience in socializing, let alone making friends, alone in a loud activity-filled festival w/ a large amount of varied attendance.) They head off during the winter festival season(as Logan's 21st birthday was in late autumn) to at least introduce their own friends that they've met over the years to Logan(who many of them have heard about but never met previously due to their parents toxic outdated mindsets on how omegas needed to remain shielded from the world and obediant, so Logans only friends for the longest time were his brothers themselves and that was it.).

So, the cast fic placements sorta go like this: Dorian has his intentions set on courting this very chaotic very non-conforming omega male named Remus(bc really, both of them just wanna say fuck you to the Sanders' parents' outdated ideals of societal conformity, really. However, Dorian pursuing Remus is like 5% driven by saying suck it to society, 15% spite towards his parents, and 80% because Remus stole his heart the first time they met by being unabashedly himself and being super interested and forward towards Dorian without being patronizing or disgusted with his birth scars and blind eye. Remus without prompting settles up against Dorian's blindside at all times when in public to work as a barrier to others sneaking up on the visually impaired alpha, all unprompted. Remus really really likes Dorian, and the feeling is mutual.) And! it works out bc even tho Remus is about as wild and as independant and inobedient and non-fragile and as far from the rest of the perfect omega stereotypes as they get, he's part of a family that is even higher in status than the Sanders family. Remus and his twin Roman are both male omegas born into a wealthy and publicly generous family that honestly is probably the most well known in the entertainment industry for its long line of professional actors, singers, and popular film/stage play writer and producers. Remus and Roman are naturally charismatic, Roman being a talented singer and trained actor while Remus dabbles in script writing and producing. Their mothers are respectively an omega and alpha and have their own accomplishments. And, are infact very progressive, and they plan to hand off the company to Roman and Remus to run when the twins are ready to, marriage not required. So, like. The Sanders parents cant exactly find a reason not to let Dorian pursue Remus without being openly obvious in their conservative views about omegas. (Which The Twins' parents already know about through Remus's recountings of Dorian's venting abt Logan's childhood mistreatment) so, safe to say, everyones in on pissing off the Sanders family in ways that they can't openly be mad about.

Anyways, to tie this all back in, the festivals mentioned above are both for meeting mutually un-courted young adults/adults and also for individuals to pursue courting who they want to court without family/class bias ect. (So like, un-courted/non-courting individuals dress/wear a main article in a certain color, while courted/courting individuals wear any other colors but that color, and said color depends on what season its in, and this coloring isn't something that varries from town to town, its universal in their culture. For Spring, un-courted individuals wear Green, in fall its Orange, in Summer its Yellow, and in Winter its Blue. And thats how you differentiate) so Thomas and Dee return to attend each of the seasonal festivals to court who theyre pursuing as a special time alone from either family watching as well as it being another way of meeting up with their friendgroup to have fun.

So, through Dorian, Logan finally meets Roman and Remus, and honestly its a real struggle for them to get along at first bc Roman and Remus are loud and brash and opinionated and independent, and rather unfiltered. And. Well, Logan grew up being trained to be the opposite, so he doesnt think they're compatible friends. But thats how he’s been raised to think. They lead and smother him in their conversation for a hot minute before realizing Logans just politely listening and not even attempting to join in, looking mildly uncomfy and out of his depth. And Romans a little offended before he remembers that what Remus relayed to him about Logan's uprising. So, Remus finds a way to get under Logans skin just enough to break down the polite walls that have been trained into him. Remus states stating false facts to Logan that he knows Logan knows are false and is able to get Logan just incredulous and heated enough to debate back. And Roman joins in just in time to change the subjects just a bit, and it takes some time but they get into a grove of getting Logan used to talking without being talked to, giving his own opinion on things without fear of repercussion and just generally conversating.(and they find, very smugly, that Logan can be just as loud and passionate about facts and his own thoughts and opinions if given the right outlet and the push to do it.) And it finally gets Logan to loosen up just a bit, to relax and smile and laugh(!!), and his brothers are just as excited for him bc Logan's finally getting to break out of his shell without the oppressive control of their parents directly looming over him.

So, okay okay, I'm getting to the logicality part, shhh, perfection takes time!! So, okay, I forgot to squeeze this in earlier but Thomas is courting Remy, whos a talented and smart as fuck, independent male omega from a family from their neighboring country. Remy has a big fam, but hes the head in charge out of all his siblings, ect ect. He’s an omega and the oldest, with three younger alpha siblings and one younger omega sibling. His parents are headstrong people who’ve raised a take-no-shit omega who will not be pushed around and will gladly do his own thing, thank you. If we’re being honest, its really Remy courting Thomas, whos a big-hearted softy introverted Alpha, like they are mutually interested in one another but Remy is a massive extrovert and theres no misunderstanding whose taking charge when theyre together. Remy’s existance alone is enough to Piss off the Sanders Family parents, especially after Remus enters the picture, however.. Remy takes it to the next level by being the more incharge, natural born leader, therefor flipping the old dominant alpha and obedient omega sterotype on its head. Thomas is happy to piss them off in doing it bc letting Remy take the lead makes Remy happy and keeps Remy from getting ansy and makes him happy bc he was never going to fully fit the dominant alpha sterotype anyways. Further still, out of the three siblings that are part of the Sanders family, only Thomas keeps the Sanders surname name in the end, as Dorian plans to take Remus’s and (future)Logan plans to take Patton’s surname. Which sets them up for: Remy chosing to take the Sanders Surname therefore becoming a direct part of the Sanders family name lineage, which the parents have no say over bc its technically up to Thomas by law, who gives Remy the option to chose on his own, ect.

Okay okay, w/ that set up, lets move forward.

Its p much a one-by-one meeting basis as Logan meets Dorian and Thomas’s partners and friends. So, Roman, Remus, and Remy all p much take Logan under their collective wing as soon-to-be omega brother-in-laws do. They all realize they’ve got a lot to teach Logan, and more importantly, kinda really need to get him courting soon bc Logan really needs to get out of that toxic household. They’re planning to keep it slowish bc Logan doesn’t know quite yet how to talk to people that arent his brothers, let alone have any knowhow on consentual courting?? But yeah, they’re keeping an protective eye out alongside Dorian and Thomas while still letting approaching un-courted alphas and omegas come close enough to interact/flirt w/ Logan. About mid-day Roman’s courting partner finally arrives:

A slightly withdrawn, tall and quiet Alpha who looks fairly intimidating until Logan realizes just how anxious the lanky Alpha is and how Roman is definately leading when he needs to to keep Virgil from overthinking. They end up hitting it off very well, unsurprisingly. Virgil doesn’t really know Logan’s whole story like Remus does bc Roman didn’t know to tell him in time so it takes some catching up and trading of their home lives to get to speaking terms but, Logan is soon to be the Twin’s brother in-law soo.. that p much makes Logan his family to be anyhow, so. Safe to say Virgil plays a minor part in warding off all too-cocky alphas thinking theyre about to find an easy catch in approaching Logan. Though, realistically, its the fact that a small group of courting young-adults are guiding and staying w/ said un-courted young-adult that keeps Logan from getting approached too much. It may not have allowed him to get the full festival experience, but, its likely Logan would not have been able to handle the Full Experience, especially not on his own.

Finally, incomes Patton. Patton, wearing blue just like Logan, stands out because he approaches the group fearlessly and full of sunshine, going through and greeting each familiar face before he realizes Logan is a new part of the group and politely and warmly introduces himself. Though well known to the group through being Virgil’s longstanding childhood bestfriend and part of a very openly interactive and helpful w/ everyone around them family, this is actually Patton’s first coming-of-age festival, as he’d just turned 21 two weeks prior. And hes very excited to meet new people, he always is! He’s quick to tell Virgil that the jam they’d made earlier in the fall(it was tradition at this point that Virgil helped Patton with the jam making process every year) had been successful in sales and smiles, and hes content to ramble to Virgil about the progress of the stables’ new foals. Logan would have thought Patton had out-right forgotten about him had Patton not begun turning to ask Logan an excited question every minute or so. And he always listened to Logan’s answers completely with rapt attention before asking or saying something further.

Niether of them know they’d both had the same thought when they’d first seen the other. A very sappy, very flustered thought of ‘Oh god, he’s cute.’ The moment they’d made eye-contact.

And, well, Logan is a tad overwhelmed, for many reasons. For one, Patton, on the very surface, is very attractive. Tall and well-built, sunkissed and freckled with curly blond hair and a dashing smile that lit up his entire expression, and Logan couldn’t help mirror Patton’s infectious smile with a shy one of his own. Another was that Patton’s voice was warm, not too loud though it carried well, it was welcoming and unashamedly happy. Patton was patient and kind and friendly, yet still felt reminiscent of an excited puppy. He was unabashedly himself in the nicest of ways, and Logan’s heart kept fluttering everytime their eyes met, everytime Patton asks him a question or answers his own. Patton leads the conversation, but leaves plenty room for Logan to take his own direction if he pleases. He’s considerate and thoughtful and actually treating Logan like a person, not some dependent omega or a possible mate. And it definately doesn’t go unnoticed that Logan’s blushing and slightly flustered, but Patton doesn’t push about it, he just lets the conversation stop and go as they please as the group wanders around and take part in the festivities.

And.. well, the group does take notice that Patton and Logan have started ignoring outside signals of omegas and alphas that wanna get close and interact with either one of them, but they don’t tell them about it. Logan and Patton are pretty obviously interested in each other, and honestly no ones gonna interrupt them while they figure things out. Patton is the only one who definately doesn’t know about Logan’s situation, but he picks up on it’s cues pretty quickly and treads carefully without prodding, though Logan is upfront about himself being raised under opressive conservative ideals so hes pretty new to everything, but he leaves it at that for their first interaction.

P much they spend the rest of the festival together, Dorian and Thomas directly checking in once or twice to confirm Logan is doing okay and happy. Thomas is met with a soft “yes.. Is this what romantic attention feels like?” And Dorian gets “Yes, though i’m not sure how long i’m going to be able to keep functioning if he keeps smiling at me with his handsomeface.” Which these things are said obviously w/ Patton out of earshot And both brothers have to keep themselves from cackling bc their brother is very gay for Patton. And Patton is very openly gay for Logan right back, not that Logan really knows how to read that yet tho.

By the end of the festival, Logan just decides that he wants to pursue courting Patton, h’s very sure of it especially after bringing it up with Dorian and Thomas and getting their approval. Then Logan brings it up with Patton directly and it goes something like this:

Logan shyly but determained asks Patton if he would consider courting Logan, and Patton just smiles warmly and leans down to take Logan’s hand and kisses it. Then says “I did consider it, Lolo, and I’d be more than blessed to get to court you.” And Logan just blushes so bright he has to hide his face and Patton just laughs and hugs him.

Skipping forward, Patton gets the Sanders families hesitant approval to let him directly court Patton, which involves them sending Logan over to spend periods of time at Pattons estate, and Patton coming to stay with Logan at the Sanders estate during the other half of the time. Cue Patton learning just how bad Logan’s home situation is and would be without his brothers there to buffer some of it, and Patton stepping up to curb it back as well while being non-aggressive about it.

Cue Patton taking Logan to meet riding horses directly for the first time, as well as meet baby horses. He eases Logan into the concept of being free to do almost whatever he pleases while staying at the Crofters estate, which is pretty mild for the longest time but watching Logan smile excitedly when he got a new book, or got to walk around town with Patton, or got to say yes or no just because he finally could? It means all the world to Patton. Cue the scene of them resting under a tree near the front of the estate during the day, easily seen and watched but relaxing and napping atop of one another all the same. Logan’s head against Patton’s board chest, listening to Patton’s heartbeat while patton runs his hand through Logan’s hair. Then, Logan tenatively asking about laying out front to stargaze in the evening, and honestly the night they finally get to stargaze for the first time a few days later is when the really fully fall in love.

Cue Virgil coming to visit with Roman in tow when its that time of the year to make the famous Crofters jam, and Logan is staying over at the estate at the time. And Logan finally tries Crofters jam for the first time, as he’d been putting it off before as not being a jelly person. And he just. Finds he really really likes it, probably an inproper amount. Patton takes notice, and doesn’t hesitate to spoil Logan with it every once in a while. Logan also learns how to make Crofters jam, and it was alot of fun to do! Hes tuckered out by the end of it, but thats not surprising.

And okay. Another major fun plot point is that during times that Patton and Logan are staying at the sanders estate, Dorian and Remus, Thomas and Remy, and Roman and Virgil also often are found staying at the large estate, and its no coincidence. Now that Logan is being directly courted(and its going very well), Logan’s autonomy now falls under Patton’s command, not Logan’s parents. And, well, Patton lets him make his own decisions as long as they stick together, as Pattons not comfy leaving Logan alone unless hes with one of his brothers or their omegan mates(bc at this point, Remus and Dorian finished their yearlong courting and married and are official mates, and same goes for Thomas and Remy. ) and well. My favorite concept is that Logan now has the guidance of 3 firely independant omegas to help him learn to strive for the independant mindset that had been robbed from him in his youth. Safe to say, Logan comes out just as stubborn and independant and passionate as the other three. He just tends to be the one out of the four who is the most content with their alpha being a bit more in the lead on a daily basis.

Didn’t really think abt an ending too much but like, Logan and Patton get married and become mates and move to Patton’s estate permanantly and just being so happy and inlove with Patton. And everythings?? Good?? So yeah.

#sanders sides #logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #luka writes #romantic logicality #omegaverse #luka’s fics #luka’s aus #alpha!patton #omega!logan #long fic #tw long post #luka rambles #thomas x remy #demus #dukeceit #prinxiety #tw child neglect #tw childhood neglect

[lovelyshawnn]

ill take care of you

Alpha!Y/N x Omega! Shawn

a/n: hey yall this is my first werewolf imagine so pls bare w me!! in all the werewolf! shawn imagines ive read, its always shawn thats the alpha so i thought id switch it up a bit lol *SMUT WARNING *

I rubbed my hands together, trying to conduct some heat within the palms of my hands. Even though I am a werewolf and that should mean I’m basically warm all the time, I still had a hard time defrosting my fingers in the middle of my living room. Shawn, who was the complete opposite of me, reached his warm hands out and rubbed them against mine, blowing some of his hot breath on to it while my fingers slowly regained feeling. This even colder than usual weather could only mean one thing: winter was approaching. And with winter approaching, that meant my heat was also approaching. As a female alpha, my heat would hit me 10x harder than average werewolf. Which is exactly why I called a pack meeting today at our usual spot in my living room. I quietly thanked Shawn before returning my attention to the rest of my pack.

“So,” I stated clearly as I stood in front of the group, “I’m sure you all know what this cold weather means.” Knowing looks were exchanged within the pack.

“That means I’m going to be at the cabin all next week. Brian, you’re going to be in charge while I’m gone.” The beta’s face instantly lit up at the sound of his name, a look of surprise and confusion plastered his face.

“Me? Doesn’t Shawn usually take your spot?” Brian questioned.

I cleared my throat and answered sternly, “Shawn is coming with me.”

A look of realisation flashed by his face, as his eyes travelled to his best friend who was standing there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. “Bro...nice!” Brian whispered his sexual innuendos to Shawn, giving him a fist bump and a pat on his back as the rest of the pack roared with laughter and clapping. I rolled my eyes at the sight. Everyone in the pack assumed Shawn would be the dominante one in the relationship considering he was about a foot taller than me and built purely from muscle. But little did they know, Shawn was always a whiney little mess when he was underneath my finger tips. And with an alpha’s heat in sync with her omega’s rut, there was no way he was going to last a week in that cabin with me.

“Yeah yeah, whatever Brian. Just try not to get anyone killed while I’m gone,” I said with an assertive but joking tone, “Pack meeting adjourned. We leave tomorrow and I still haven’t started packing.”

“Aye aye Captain!” Brian said with a sarcastic cheery attitude before leaving the house with the rest of the pack trailing behind him. I watched them through the window, making sure each one got into their cars safely before making my way up into my room with Shawn hot on my heels. His huge smile spread across his face as he pulled out my duffel bag from my closet before plopping himself on the bed and making himself comfy.

I eyed him suspiciously, “Why are you so excited to help me pack?”

“I’m glad you asked!” he perked up immediately before heading to my drawers. He opened one of the drawers before picking out a black lacy matching underwear and bra set, holding the delicate and dainty fabric between his hands. “I’m thinking you should bring these,” he replied with a devilish smirk and a wink that made me weak at the knees.

I laughed and rolled my eyes before snatching the fabric from his fingers, “You sure you can handle that, baby boy?”

His demeanor instantly changed as he heard the pet name that he adored hearing in bed. “Y-yes. Of course,” He nervously chuckled as I took a few steps closer to him, pressing my body against his. His throat felt dry all of a sudden as he stood with a clear view of my breasts in my v neck shirt.

“Oh, I don’t know, Shawn.... remember what happened the last time I wore this?” I said, biting my lip to hold back my smirk. Shawn’s face immediately blushed a bright red from the memory, his eyes instantly shutting close as he cringed.

“You almost came in me and got me pregnant with your pups, baby.” I said in a hushed tone as I trailed my fingers up and down his chest. I leaned closer to him, standing on my tippy toes to plant kisses all over his neck before whispering into his ear, “Only this time, I don’t think I want to stop you.”

Shawn’s eyes immediately widened, his hard on aching from the tight jeans he was wearing. In the few months that we’ve been dating, he had never experienced sex with me during my heat, and even though he mentally prepared himself to be able to handle the intesity, my last statement basically erased all of his hard work. His head immediately tilted back, mouth open in pleasure as I palmed him through his jeans. He was overwhelmed with my smell, even stronger than all those times before because of my heat approaching. He let out a quiet groan, grasping at my wrist as my hands worked faster. “Baby, I-“

Thats when I removed my hand completely, backing away from him and walking across the room to my closet before lifting up hanger with a black shirt on it. “So I was thinking of bringing this shirt to match with my jeans?”

He stood there gobsmacked, chest heaving as I clearly left him high and dry. He rolled his eyes, grabbing a nearby pillow and tossing it at my face playfully, “You’re such a goddamn tease. Pack the pink shirt instead, it matches better.”

I laughed at him trying to adjust the growing tent in his tight pants. “Me? A tease? Never.”

Shawn flopped back onto his bed and rolled his eyes playfully. “You’re gonna be the death of me, honey,”

I carefully folded the pink shirt Shawn was referring to before placing it into my duffle bag and making my way to him. I leaned over his body, giving him a quick peck on the nose, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you. Just wait one more night.”

Shawn nodded, completely understanding. It was too dangerous for you two to go at it right now, especially with my nosey ass neighbors who would definitely file noise complaints. Shawn was actually really excited to be spending the week with me at the cabin, which was far out and isolated in the woods. He’d been there a couple times but always with the pack, never alone with me. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he could finally take you wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted on every surface in the house. He had his thoughts especially on that white marble countertop in the cabin’s kitchen, wondering what I’d look like bent over it while he was making love to you. “You okay?” My sultry voice called out to Shawn, who looked zoned out and deep in thought.

“Never better,” Shawn replied, shaking his head to rid his dirty thoughts before helping me out with packing to distract himself from his growing erection.

~

“Hey Bri!” I chirped, picking up the phonecall from my packmate and putting it on speakerphone as I drove.“Hey Y/N! Hows it going so far? Have you guys made it to the cabin yet?” Brian’s voice sounded from the phone.

“Yuup, just pulled up right now,” I replied with one hand on the steering wheel of my blacked out Jeep and one hand on the phone. Shawn was sitting on the passenger side, his hand resting on my thigh and rubbing circles on it with his thumb the whole ride here. To say I was excited was an understatement. His seemingly innocent actions were enough to get me hot and bothered, wanting him to inch his fingers up just a little higher. That was probably why I drove 20 mph over the speed limit to get to our destination faster.

“Great! You guys got everything you need? Food, clothes, protection?” Brian said through the phone. I instantly blushed, looking over to Shawn who surely heard the whole thing. He looked at me with wide eyes, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, fuck off, Bri,” I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see me, “Tell the others we got here safe, okay?”

“Yup! Have fun, lovebirds,” He replied before ending the call. He was so going to get whats coming to him during the next pack training. By the time I ended the call, Shawn was already grabbing our things and heading inside the cabin. I followed him inside and immediately made a beeline to the kitchen to look for some snacks.

I heard the loud thumps of Shawn’s footsteps before seeing his body emerge from the hallway. “Babe?”

I looked up from the bag of chips I was currently devouring, “yeah?”

Shawn walked towards me until he was right in front of me, placing one of his hands on my waist while the other flew to the back of his neck, rubbing nervously. “I... sort of, uhm, forgot the condoms?” he said.

I chuckled at how he looked so cute when he was nervous. “Thats okay,” I said while looking at him through my lashes, “We don’t need it.”

“You know I like feeling all of you inside me,” I said, fingers sliding beneath his sweatpants and briefs before palming him in my hand. His breath hitched and I instantly heard his heart beat pick up, pounding in my ears. His smell was always so damn intoxicated when he was aroused, a strong mix of musk.

“Fuck, please,” he whined while throwing his head back in pleasure, his hips lightly thrusting against my hand. “What do you want, baby boy? Use your words,” I said with a slight smirk before I attached my lips to his neck, sucking soft bruises that would heal quickly anyways.

“I want your mouth, please,” He panted. I gave his lips one last peck before I turned his body so that his backside was leaning against the counter. I dropped down to my knees, taking off both his briefs and sweats in one swift motion before circling my tongue around his tip.

At the feeling of that, he immediately let out a moan and threw his head back again, fingers immediately finding the back of my head. I pushed his hand away, “Touch me and I’ll stop.”

Shawn lightly pouted, but didn’t want this feeling to ever stop, so he gripped the edge of the counter behind him until his knuckles turned white. I licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip before circling it one last time and finally taking him into my mouth. I bobbed my head slowly, making sure to not to give him too much too soon.

He whimpered as he desperately tried to stop himself from grabbing my hair to pick up the pace. His thighs tensed under my fingertips as he held himself back from thrusting into my mouth. I smiled, lips still wrapped around him. “Good boy,” I praised him, knowing how much he enjoyed that, before sinking my mouth onto him and taking every inch until it hit the back of my throat.

He let out an animalistic growl, eyes starting to shine a golden brown as he couldn’t control how good it felt. Watching how his chest rose while his cheeks became a bright shade of pink, I moaned with his dick still in my mouth, sending vibrations through him. I released him with a pop before standing up on my feet again when Shawn instantly grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, kissing me passionately before turning me over and bending me across the counter.

He lifted my skirt and pushed my panties to the side before trailing his finger up and down my slit, gathering the wetness before pushing his digit inside. He pumped in and out a couple times, moans tumbling out of my mouth. He withdrew his fingers and rubbed the wetness all over his dick before sliding in his cock effortless. He hissed at the feeling of my tight pussy around him. “Mm, you feel so good baby,” I moaned out.

My praise only egged him on more, his thrusts quickening. My fingers found my bundle of nerves, bringing me closer to my orgasm. “Shawn, I’m gonna-“

At the sound of my voice, Shawn quickly pulled out, leaving me high and dry. I growled at the loss of contact, eyes flashing red momentarily at him. “I’ll take care of you,” Shawn let out quickly before I could get any angrier, “Ride me. Please”

The sound of his whimper made me smirk, making me instantly hop off the counter and taking his hand before dragging him to the bedroom. Pushing him onto the bed, back against the headboard, I made my way up and sat myself on his lap, lowering myself onto his cock. I gasped at his girth, one hand flying to his hair with a firm grip and the other scratching down his chest. Shawn moaned at the heavenly feeling of my claws dragging down his skin.

I began kissing on his neck, sucking harsher than I could control. But Shawn wasn’t complaining. He obviously loved the extra attention on him, which was evident in the way he was a total mess under my touch. There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach, an urge to sink his teeth into my neck. He sucked and nipped at my neck, leaving behind a hickey so deep that not even my werewolf healing abilities could fix. At the feeling of his harsh teeth breaking my delicate skin, I felt a feeling of white hot pain for a split second, before my body flooded with electricity. The pleasure was almost too much for me to bare. “Honey...,” He trailed off as he threw his head back. I understood the cue, rocking my hips harder as I felt my own orgasm coming on.

I felt myself tightening around him as he reached out to me, fingers rubbing my clit in tight circles. “Give me your cum, baby,” I whispered into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. Shawn’s thrusts faltered, eyes wide as he took in what I just said. He couldn’t tell if it was what I really wanted or if it was just my heat talking, but he seemed to lose all self control as he locked eyes with me. “Fuck!” Shawn yelled, reaching his orgasm just as I reached mine, his hot load squirting in me.

We sat there post-high, chests heaving as we came down from our orgasms. “Did I...” Shawn asked, eyes hooded and barely open in his state of exhaust.

“Mark me?” I finished, reaching up to trail my fingers on the pink bite mark on my neck, “Guess so.”

He instantly grinned, smile taking up his whole face ad he pulled me into his chest and engulfing me into a hug. I giggled at his goofiness, noticing how our heart beats were completely in sync. “You’re mine now,” he whispered as he peppered kisses on the little scar where my neck met my shoulder.

“I’ve always been yours, babe.”

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Submit To Me || Jeon Jungkook

Submit to Me ⟶ [ 2/ ? ]

⟶ genre: wolf au / enemies-to-lovers / fluff / slow burn

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ words: 2k

⟶ sypnosis: Being an omega isn’t easy, you're surrounded by judging eyes and a lot of streotypes. Being an omega isn't easy, especially when your rival is a pure breed alpha named Jeon Jungkook.

⟶ warnings: alpha!JK, omega!Reader, language, consumption of alchohol and weed, a lot of fighting, mutual pining, communication problems, degrading words

⟶ disclaimer: this is a product of my imagination. this is my first post so please bear with the mistakes and grammatical errors, English is not my first language

PART 1 // PART 2

Jungkook’s lips felt soft against yours. Though it tasted like alcohol, it didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his nape just to deepen the kiss. The way his tongue explored your mouth was nothing compared to what you experienced from your past relationship. You surrendered yourself completely and kissed him back, hoping that it would take all the pain and frustration that you felt.

“You’re such a tease Y/N. You’re torturing the shit out of me right now.” He was sucking and biting harshly on one part of your neck that you were sure it would totally leave a mark. His irises were in a deep shade of red, a sign that his wolf was taking over.

His hands slid down all the way from your back until it reached your ass. You yelped when Jungkook grabbed your bottoms only to pull you up. Your phone made a sound when it fell on the floor but you didn't care. You and your hands were too focused on roaming Jungkook's shoulders and pulling the strands of his soft curly hair.

You almost whined when Jungkook broke the kiss only to lick and attack your neck. His sudden action caused you to moan and your nails scratched his tattooed arm involuntarily, causing him to hiss. He returned the favor by putting a hand to your waist only to grip it tightly.

“A-Ah shit. Fuck you, Jungkook.”

He chuckled dangerously. Jungkook continued his work on your neck. He ran his fangs on your clavicle causing you to jolt against him as your eyes almost reached the back of your head.

You couldn't think straight anymore and neither could he. Your wolf chanted Jungkook's name over and over, you were starting to give in.

But something felt wrong. Yes, there was something far worse than having Jungkook's tongue down your throat right now. Your body felt hot and your vision started to blur.

"Jungkook wait. Stop." You weakly pushed his chest and gripped his arms tightly to get him back to his senses. He was breathing heavily against your skin when his red eyes slowly turned back into it’s natural brown color.

"Y/N what's-- Fuck!" Jungkook cursed loudly when you passed out against his chest. It took him awhile to get back to his senses but when he finally did he carried you and put you down on his bed.

He stared at you for a moment, realizing what you two just did. His wolf was taking over him when he saw you at the dancefloor. The way you looked and smelled was the last straw. The amount of alcohol he consumed was partly to blame. Jungkook wanted you to submit to him when he pinned you against the wall. He wanted to dominate every part of you so bad that he lost control.

A part of him felt guilty. He knew you were drugged judging by how dilated your pupils were when he looked into your eyes. His plan was to keep you safe yet he took advantage of your current state. He clenched his teeth and kept in mind to punish Taehyung for giving you that cookie.

Jungkook looked away and sighed. He walked straight into his bathroom and turned the water on.

After all that has happened he needed a cold bath to calm him down and help him think straight.

The heat of the sun on your skin is what got you groaning in the early morning. The sudden pain that you felt on your abdomen made you breathe erratically. The beads of sweat on your body irritated you even more. Your lashes slowly fluttered when you finally opened your eyes.

The memories of what happened last night were faint in your head. If the headache that you felt right now wasn’t enough to make you remember then the alpha beside you probably will.

The view made it harder for you to breathe. Beside you was Jeon Jungkook who’s upper body was on full display, gray sweatpants were the only thing that was covering the lower part of his body.

So many thoughts filled your mind, the thought of you two having sex was no exception cause you couldn’t find the clothes you wore last night and your undergarments were only covered by a large white shirt that reached your knees. Surely I would remember if we had sex right? I’m sure Jungkook isn’t the type to make a woman forget. Should I wake him up and ask him to do it again--

And that exact thought was the part that got you running to his bathroom and locking yourself in. Your whole body felt hot. You were thinking about Jungkook, you were ready to pounce at him even. Your abdomen hurts like hell.

You were in heat.

A female’s heat comes every month and lasts for about a week. The heat of males lasts the same but it only comes once a month during winter, which is mating season. You despised it. It's so unfair and it tortures every part of your being. You knew your heat was coming but you never expected it to happen today, especially with an alpha close by. You took every bit of restraint and self respect that you had just to keep yourself locked up and not throw yourself at Jungkook.

Oh Goddess. You called out, hoping that she would prevent you from losing your mind.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's eyes opened quickly when the strong scent of vanilla and lavender filled his lungs. He didn't even bother to stretch his limbs just to find where the sweet smell was coming from.

His lips parted when his brown orbs were slowly turning red, his wolf wanted to take over and he knew exactly why. Any wolf nearby could tell that you were in heat, alpha's most likely. Since alphas and omegas are "destined for each other" they are the ones that are most likely affected when sensing heat.

Jungkook was frustrated that you weren't in his pack, the mind link would surely help to check if you were okay. Atleast she had the decency to lock the door, he thought. Because if you didn't, you two would probably end up in a situation you'll both regret.

For the first time in his life Jungkook didn't know what to do. He just stood in front of his bathroom door as thoughts filled his mind. He badly wanted to help you through your heat yet one wrong move, the everything will be even more complicated than before. It's the heat that's making me like this. The heat. Yes, it's the heat.

Maybe fate was playing with the two of you. You despised one another yet you can't help but to attract each other.

You on the other hand, gathered all the might and courage that you had. Jungkook was startled and took a few steps back when you suddenly opened the door. You didn't even bother to look at him and just focused on finding your things and go. You were panicking inside your head, the clothes that you wore last night were neatly folded on the table beside his king sized bed yet it immediately crumpled when you gathered it without any care. Your main priority was to get out of there immediately yet you couldn't stop yourself from asking Jungkook what happened.

"Jungkook, about last night--" You tried to speak but he immediately cut you off.

"Last night was a mistake Y/N."

Your eyes met his brown orbs that held the same emotion the first time you interacted with him. It was cold, so cold.

"Of course it was. But.. did something happen? Between us?" You asked cautiously.

Jungkook let out the fakest laugh you ever heard as he crossed his arms on his chest.

"Really Y/N? Did you really think that something will ever happen between us?"

"What's with the attitude? How the fuck am I supposed to know? You tell me Jeon, why else would I be wearing your fucking shirt right now?" Your blood was starting to boil because of anger.

"Because you made a fucking mess on your clothes! You really shouldn't be drinking Y/N you know why? Cause your weak ass can't handle simple alcohol. I did you a fucking favor and you're not even a part of my pack." He growled, emphasizing his last statement.

"So that's what this is about? You being a little bitch cause I won't bow down to you? Well guess what? I never will cause submitting to an alpha like you would only prove that I'm weak. I'm glad that I'm not a part of your pack. Anyone would be unlucky to have someone like you as their alpha." You attempted to leave but he caught your wrist before you even made a move.

"Oh yeah? Is that why you had your tongue down on my throat last night? Tell me Y/N, if you hate me so much then why the fuck did you kiss me back?" Jungkook smirked when you were caught off guard by his question.

"It was a mistake Jungkook. We were both drunk." You looked away and refused to look at his eyes. Restraining yourself was already difficult but he made it even harder the moment he touched your wrist.

"I'm pretty sure that you enjoyed it though." You were sure that he knows you're on your heat yet he's pushing both of your patience and limits.

Both of you turned your head's when you heard the sound of Jimin's voice behind Jungkook's door.

"Kook? Who do you have in there? You do know it's dangerous to have an unmarked female that's in heat in a house that has 3 alpha's with no mates right?" Jimin's concerned voice was very clear.

It's a good thing that Jimin's a beta. He could sense the different scents around him yet unlike alpha's, he doesn't go crazy when he smells a female wolf in heat.

Jimin didn't expect to see the two of you when he opened the door. Heck, he knew that you two couldn't stay in the same room without fighting. The sight in front of him made his jaw drop almost instantly. Your cheeks were in a shade of bright red and Jungkook was clearly restraining his wolf. Both of you showed too much skin and the smell of sexual tension was very clear in the air.

When the door was wide open now, you took it as an opportunity to finally leave. But Jungkook’s voice made you stop your tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going somewhere where you’re not around.”

“Really? Wearing that? Do you need me to remind you that I’m not the only alpha in house and in this city?” He mocked.

“Oh god! Jimin? A little help here?!” You cried in frustration and you raised your brows at your best friend.

“Okay I’m confused as fuck but I have to side with Jungkook for this one. He’s right Y/N. It’s dangerous for you to go out in that state. How about you go to my room and I’ll go run for some heat suppressants?” 

You parted your lips, trying to make up words to say something but nothing came out of your mouth.

"Don't argue with me on this one Y/N."

You sighed and nodded your head in defeat. His idea was the best one to be used so that you could avoid problems.

But deep down inside you knew you couldn’t stay still and just wait for Jimin to come back, especially with Jungkook around You wanted to get out, the sooner the better.

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