#abo dynamic

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

*raises my hand to ask a question* what if we collectively refused to refer to AI as 'AI'? it's not artificial intelligence, artificial intelligence doesn't currently exist, it's just algorithms that use stolen input to reinforce prejudice. what if we protested by using a more accurate name? just spitballing here but what about Automated Biased Output (ABO for short)

[rawme-price]

older Alpha!price and a younger omega!reader that he has to be stern with.

price refuses to touch you during ur pre-heat. you feel languid and horny, with a horrible undercurrent or restlessness. but everytime you try to crawl onto prices lap or reach for him he pushes you away and back into the nest. "no. you know i cant handle your heat and preheat, dove." he knows his limits, and wont let himself be tempted.

it sucks. your alpha is right there but instead of knotting you like he should, ur desperately riding a toy instead. hes obviously affected, you can smell his arousal clear as day, but prices clothes stay on and he doesnt even step into ur nest. you attempt to revolt for all of three seconds by refusing the water bottle he brings you, but price threatens to take ur toy and suddenly you feel very patient :)

when ur heat does arrive? hes ruthless, head between ur legs for hours until ur writhing and begging for him to knot you. you feel exhausted and tired but you cant rest without a knot and he knows that. rumbles at you, a hand coming up to massage your thigh "oh, i know honey, just hold on for two more, okay?" plans to get some of ur energy out so you dont try to go through the night.

anyways when he finally does knot u its as amazing and wonderful as always. he leans down to nuzzle into ur neck, scenting you over that beloved claiming bite. he makes sure you eat ur snacks and stay hydrated, growls a warning when u dont. overall an amazing heat partner who knows his limits and pleases you without wearing himself ragged. (old man lol)

[mochinomnoms]

Please share the lewd interspecies romance.

Okay so mostly I have thoughts over the Octavinelle trio, especially the twins 🫣 but i wrote a lil something for most of them! also this was not meant to be so long idk what happened

[tags] - nsfw, AFAB-implied reader, but written gender-neutral, mentions of ruts/heats, breeding, etc

nsfw under read-more, minors DNI!

If you really compare humans to the nonhuman population of Twisted Wonderland, there's are some small physiological differences between species. Fae, surprisingly, don't differ from humans all too much. Land dwellers in general don't have anything too significant, though all of nonhuman species retain aspects of their animal counterparts.

Most of Savanaclaw goes through some sort of rut/heat during various times in the year, primarily early spring and summer. There's no logical reason for them to retain that aspect of their mating cycle anymore, not for a sentient species that have skills of logic and reasoning. Unfortunately, they didn't get to choose how their evolution worked, and so they have to deal with it in anyway they can.

They get a lot more irritable, they have throbbing headaches, their abdomen hurts, and the scent of their mate is a lot more enticing than normal. Jack probably has it the worst of them, as a wolf beastmen. Not only does he have to deal with a fever-inducing rut that will put him out of commission for a week, afterwards he has to deal with the a/b/o jokes from his classmates too, oh the horror. It is really a horror though when he's able to bend you over his bed, bite marks aligned your neck and back as his dick pounds into you till his knot swells and locks you in for at least an hour. Jack's incredibly embarrassed afterwards, though he manages to be incredibly sweet even after rearranging your guts. Wolf beastmen are one of the most affectionate partners to have with a reputation providing some of the best aftercare for their species. It's most likely to make up for their week-long copulation, stretching and tiring out their sweet little mates. Ooooh, but they'll so very sweet: cleaning up the sticky mess of fluids between your legs with their tongue, careful to not overstimulate you (unless you ask), tending to the mating mark they placed on the back of your neck with soft kisses and licks, and making sure to prop your lower half up to that your chances of taking their seed increases.

Lacking the annual rut/heat that other variants of beastmen have, lion and hyena beastmen are more similar is this regard, as they don't have the same issue of long copulations as wolf beastmen. Neither will initiate sex, rather they'll rely on their mates to do so. Ruggie, in particular, is rather reluctant initiating sex, as male hyenas are typically more submissive, so if you're shy you'll have to get over it. But once you do, Ruggie is ever so happy to service you if you're happy to give him praise. Run your hands through his hair and ears as he eats you out, he'll let out the cutest whimpers and groans as you do. Just, expect to be jellyboned by the time he's done with you, as a hyena he needs to make sure his mate won't snip back at him and you can't exactly do that if your fucked out. While he may not have the same stamina as Jack for week-long fuck session, he has a particularly short refractory period and can have several short sessions in a single night.

Leona also won't typically initiate sex on his own, it happens very sporadically, and he his the image of the lazy lion. While he never wants to do anything particularly extraneous, who is he to deny you needs? You'll have to do some preparing though, as while the barbs on his dick aren't as bad as they are in his animal variant, they will hurt if you're not wet and pliable enough. Be sure to sit on his face, don't worry you won't suffocate him and it's better you cum a few times first before taking him. Unless you want it to hurt? Once you've cum enough times, you can ride him to your heart's content. He only asks that you don't mention how he rubs his head into the crook of your neck, marking you so that if everyone couldn't tell by the sounds coming from his room, they'd know you're his from his scent. Lions are quite protective with their territory and pride after all.

Merfolk have the most extreme physiological differences between them and...any land dweller really. It comes with the territory of being suited for a completely different environment. They also behave a lot more similarly to their animal counterparts, which can be both delicious and exhausting for their humans.

Moray eels don't have a set time of the year they mate, but rather the water must be warm and plenty of food must be ready to provide to their mate. When the spring time weather above the sea starts transitioning from crisp to blazing, don't be too surprised when the twins start handfeeding you meals and snacks throughout the week, they want to make sure you're happy and full for them, getting you in the mood with a sweet, dizzying underwater dance to initiate until they get the okay from you. What's that 'okay' though? You know that yawning I mentioned before? You'll get your answer from them now, as they take your open mouth yawn as an invitation rather than a sign of tiredness. Floyd, in particular, is ready to drag you into the deep part of the pool before remembering that you need to breathe somehow. Not a problem. He'll keep your pretty head above water. You'll still have trouble breathing as his long tapered tongue worms his way in your mouth. No matter, you'll be gasping for breath as he bullies this cock into your hole, large enough that you can physically feel the bump on your stomach. Morays are awfully fond of wrapping themselves around their mates, seeing as Floyd will do his best to tangle his tail around your body and squeezing you as you squeeze down his dick. He loves the physical contact between you two, and is amused how your nails try to dig into his shoulders seeing as the mucus on his skin makes it near impossible to have a steady grasp. You're completely dependent on Floyd as you drool and cry out for relief from the overstimulation, which is oh so ever exciting.

Jade is equally as cruel when it comes to mating. Unlike the others, merfolk tend to mate with the intention to, well, mate. He prefers you to be soft and pliant for him, as well as wholly depending as you two fuck. So, he'll happily brew you a water-breathing potion so he can actually drag you into the deep, where he found a secluded, warm grotto that will allow him to keep you to himself for hours, but close enough to the surface that he can continuously grab you food to eat between sessions. Not that those sessions will be short either. Like his brother, Jade is content to wrap himself around your body as he cooed honeyed words into your ears about how you'll make a wet, warm, soft hole for breeding. It's not like he'll have to do much either, his dick is prehensile and he can wrap himself around you, swiping kisses and nuzzling into the crook of your very sensitive neck while his thick cock continuously pounds into you with a bruising pace. He's so mean!! He likes seeing you cry from overstimulation too, and Jade will continuously scoot down to clean you up with his tongue, only to claim that too much of his seed was gone and he needed to fill you up again for another few hours. He's truly quite incorrigible, especially when he bites into your neck and shoulders to make his claim on you. Don't worry, most morays' bites aren't venomous, and even if they are, you have him to care for you. You're going to be depending on him in the water anyway, so there's no need to worry about it too much.

Something that neither probably won't mention, probably because they won't realize it's something you should know, is that they can change their sex under the right conditions. If you're ever so inclined in the future to test the waters out, the twins might be so generous to let you eat them out instead.

Of the trio, Azul's the only one with an established mating season, two actually: one in the late spring and the other in the early fall. Respectively, one during finals and the other during orientation. He's already so incredibly stressed, and he has the need to breed too? Downright atrocious. It's wonderful that you're so kind that he can take refuge in you and use you like a new octopot, so tell him how pretty he is and how much you love him and only him, so that you have the privilege fucking his merform. The moment you're entering the water, he'll unconsciously display mating signals by flashing soft lilacs and blues, a beautiful display of his need for you. He's rather large, even bigger than the twins, in his merform, so you'll need preparation as well; have no fear, his tentacles are wrapping and kneading the squishiest parts of you. I mentioned before that he can taste the salt on your skin and pulse through your wrist via his suckers. He can taste the slick from your walls, too, without even having to use his mouth as the suckers massage you from the inside. If you'd like, he technically could give you a full flavor profile afterward, though he'll probably be a bit mortified to do so. The biggest difference is his dick, or lack thereof. Instead of a dick, Azul has a hectocotylus, which is a modified, slightly shorter arm of his with a thicker spade-shaped tip that he can practically rearrange your guts with, with little effort on his part really. Most octo-mer variants will keep their mate at a distance, eons of instinct hard to forget. Azul's variant, though, will keep you close, almost dancing with you in a sweet, sensual twirl as he places sweet kissing and bites on your neck, arms, and chest. Octopi are, in fact, venomous, however, so you will be feeling a bit of a lustful high, paralyzed, and a bit helpless to the whims of a needy octopus. He's quite good at aftercare though, making sure you get an antidote and handfeeding you calorie-rich snacks to energize you back up (again, he's aware that you won't eat him, but instinct dictates that he keeps you full with both food and cum to make you a happy mate).

*collapses into heap on floor* thoughts....full.....ahahaha breeding kink go burrrrr. i was not meant to write this much and then it escaped me. also i hate tagging

[malereadermaniac]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Forced Mate - Alpha Zenin Naoya x Omega Male reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Plot: Naoya had the privilege to choose his Omega - your relationship with the heir after an arranged mating and marriage has many ups and downs

Featuring: Top!Alpha!Naoya x Bottom!Omega!Reader

Note: Not watched JJK, probably OOC!!

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

As expected by anyone who knew him, Naoya of course presented as an Alpha; and as the golden child of the clan, his father set out to find him the perfect mate as soon as possible. Naturally, this proved easier said than done. Naoya had been an egotistical narcissist since he was barely walking, he demanded that his opinions and choices be taken into account on the hunt for his mate, and hell did he have many opinions...

'A woman who doesn't know how to walk three paces behind her husband should be stabbed in the back'

Zenin Naoya was a known sexist. Once he had presented as an Alpha, many thoughts ran through Naoya's head; 'this was expected' - 'of course I'm an Alpha' - 'been stronger than these betas since I was a kid'. But also, after many self-indulgent and boastful thoughts, Naoya also thought 'Thank fuck I don't have to knock up some bitch'. The youngest heir of the Zenin clan was a fucking misogynist, getting a man pregnant seemed like a much sweeter deal than having to deal with a woman as his mate.

So, whilst his father was busy organising match-making meetings and courting hours for his son, Naoya was busy rejecting every single Omega brought to him; because of course, they were all female. The Zenin clan were still traditionalists, if Naoya was to mate with an Omega, that Omega was to at least be a woman. But as you'd expect, Naoya couldn't give less of a fuck about what the clan wanted. He only cared about himself. So once his father eventually gave in and began matchmaking the blonde with male Omegas, Naoya had made his choice. You. And what an honour you would find out this was (or rather quite the opposite). You had caught the Alpha's eye almost immediately after walking into the room. You had aristocratic blood, had undergone etiquette and submission training, you were healthy, and you had so many more 'appealing' qualities for an Omega; but Naoya cared for none of that. The brooding Alpha made most of his decisions on instinct and feeling alone, and it helped that you were quite the head-turner in the looks department. So the decision was made rather quickly. You were to be mated and married to the Zenin clan heir.

You thought you knew what you were in for. Being born into a powerful clan but presenting as an Omega meant one thing; you were a bartering piece, something to marry off in order to establish political relationships. Ever since you presented as an Omega, you had undergone many types of training to become the ideal mate, and you thought that you knew what to expect when it came to how an Alpha would treat you; badly. But boy did you underestimate just how bad it could get. After all of the contractual and political work was out of the way for your arranged marriage, you were immediately moved into the Zenin residence. You had your own room; small but not as crummy as those of the servants. Whilst Naoya viewed you as above all women, he still viewed you as less than any man due to your secondary gender, meaning that he wouldn't share his chambers with you, he wouldn't acknowledge you romantically; you may as well be his live-in prostitute... The night of your moving-in, the two of you were expected to mate; as in, you were expected to submit to Naoya and allow the Alpha to mark you. It was a hard night for you, the hardest by far. Naoya was an impatient man, a selfish man who cared only for his own pleasure, and even worse for you, a sadist by all means. You were in immense amounts of pain that night, the Alpha forcing his way inside of you and drilling into you the whole night; your screams and whines of pain egging him on, turning him on. Your body was covered in bite marks and hickeys, your nape permanently marked by Naoya; your now mate forever, your Alpha.

It did get better though. With time, Naoya began to tolerate you. Most of your interactions did of course still take place in his chambers; you would visit your Alpha's bedroom almost every single night at his request, leaving in the early hours of the morning back to your chambers. Naoya acknowledged you now though: a chuckled scoff when passing you in the gardens, allowing you at his dinner table, calling for you when he was bored. Of course, Naoya never spoke your name, he often had to be reminded of it by his advisors, he would instead call you 'Omega'; but weirdly, that was enough for you. You also couldn't complain about the sex! He may be a maniac, but Naoya sure does know his way around your body. The Alpha knows how to rut into you in ways that make you writhe and scream in pleasure, he knows how much pain you can take to where you aren't in agony, but you do cry out his name and shed a few tears; he knows you, and that's a lot coming from such a self-absorbed man. Naoya loves it when workers walk in on the two of you fucking; he acknowledges whoever walked in, but he doesn't stop whatever it is he's doing to you. Whether it be his fingers curling into your slicked hole, his tongue forcing your tight walls apart, his hand forcing your head up and down his length, or his dick visibly thrusting in and out of you, Naoya never lets an unexpected audience prevent his pleasure.

The Alpha would never admit it, too proud and narcissistic, but there are things he likes about you. Hell, Naoya fucking loves certain things about you. The blonde goes absolutely feral for your scent, demanding that you scent his room bi-weekly to "comfort his inner Alpha". Naoya will hold you closer while he fucks you, just to get more of your intoxicating, sweet scent. He'll even use your scent as an excuse to have you sleep in his bed; claiming that a mate's scent helps an Alpha sleep. That's another thing he's come to like - sharing his space with you, more specifically his bed. Naoya has become unable to sleep in an empty bed. He'd never admit to missing your weight beside him, to missing the scent of your hair as you curl into his muscular body; but Naoya knew deep down that he loved having you around. But again, the Alpha refused to vocalise his liking of you; you just had to assume from his actions that your Alpha didn't seem to mind you as much as he used to.

Naoya's ruts are another key part of your relationship with the Alpha. Knowing how he is when in his right mind, you can imagine how Naoya behaves during a rut. The man is a fucking menace. Your body usually goes limp from suffering multiple orgasms without breaks in between. Hickeys and deep bites always end up littering your body. Naoya's body glistens with a sheen of sweat as his muscles flex and tense after what must be ten orgasms in one night; the endurance and stamina of Alphas is a medical phenomenon. Naoya loves to be as close as physically possible to you when in rut, pushing his body down onto yours as he drills his thick, long cock in and out of your warm, tight hole. You switch positions many, many times in one night during one of Naoya's ruts; a favourite of his seemingly being speedbump, but with his muscular arm around your neck, your cheeks squished by his bulging bicep as the Alpha pounds you into the bed with a ridiculous amount of force. Usually, Naoya is talkative when messing around with you, loving the sounds you make and your squirms at his dirty talk, but a rut fully takes it out of him; all of the man's energy going to fucking, with none to spare for any words other than 'Omega' and 'mine'. That's another thing about his ruts, Naoya becomes extraordinarily possessive during them! During pre-rut, Naoya will have anyone who dares speak to you locked away for a week! The blonde has to always have some form of physical contact with you during his pre-ruts and becomes much less of a cunt; showing a more endearing side of himself when he demands to cuddle you and be around you constantly. During Naoya's full ruts, he never allows you to leave his side. The man could be dead asleep and if you get up to clean up or grab some water, he wakes up within seconds and grips your wrist as tight as he can, looking up into your eyes with his own, dark, brooding ones.

Your heats are a completely different story. Naoya is his usual self times ten! Such a fucking sadistic tease. He refuses to touch you where you want him to, going as slow as possible, and making your big, pretty eyes pink up with tears. You end up begging, pleading, crying mess before his dick gets anywhere near your ass! Your Alpha's fingers do most of the work for your first couple of orgasms, his mouth moving from your nape, to your scent gland for a hit of your hypnotic, sweet smell. Until you're screaming out incoherent pleas and 'Alpha' s, Naoya doesn't allow you the pleasure of fucking you to heaven and back; but damn, when you finally cave in and beg like a pathetic bitch (his own words), your world shatters. During your average heat, Naoya will make sure that you're writhing in pleasure beneath him as he roughs you up; the Alpha's eyes locked onto your immensely pleasured form, watching and admiring how physically and mentally overwhelmed you seem with pleasure, pleasure that only Naoya can provide for you. Kisses are a lot more common when you're in heat. Naoya knows that you are too dazed from the hormones running rampant throughout your body and brain to remember almost anything from your heat; so he lets some affection show here and there. His kisses are tender. So soft and even to an extent loving. The blonde fucking loves to interrupt your moans and desperate panting with a kiss, turning the moment of primal desire into a romantic one; the juxtaposition kinda turns him on, and it most definitely helps you with your heat! Naoya's kisses go right to your brain (dick), your inner Omega screaming in pleasure at the sign of affection; subconsciously understanding the kiss as 'my Alpha loves me', 'my Alpha cares'. And even though he would never admit it, Naoya did care about you.

Many months go by after your first night with your Alpha. A weird, but comfortable relationship blooming between you and Naoya. But this was an arranged marriage, the key word being marriage. So of course, Naoya's father pushed the two of you to get married as soon as possible. And the demands kept coming from the Zenin clan... House work. Resigning from your career. Submission. Children.

The Zenin clan needed an Heir; one that would take over even after Naoya. And you were expected to provide that. On the one hand, as an Omega, you did naturally crave having children in your life; caring for pups came naturally to you. But holy shit was it insulting. To be told to your face that you were good for nothing other than producing offspring; really knocked you down a few pegs. So much so that Naoya even noticed; he didn't like it. He liked that you usually had some fight in you; normally, you would clap back at him when he was being a cunt, and you would knock him down a few pegs. But after his father basically called you a breeding cow, you stopped being... interesting.

It got to the point that you were barely even talking to Naoya; simply presenting to him whenever he wanted to fuck. That pissed him off. Usually, you'd at least call him a name or insult him! What snapped you out of this little lull was Naoya himself; told you he secretly cared. A harsh slap to your face and your cheeks squished between the Alpha's masculine, strong hand, and you were sorted! Well, it was a little more than that... Naoya gave you a good talk too, tellin' you that you were more than just an incubator for his heirs, you were his after all; verbatim "Nothing that's mine is so boring and surface-level". So you sucked it up. All the opinions of the rest of the clan didn't matter anymore; you simply didn't care. Sure, you would produce an heir, you would produce many. But what a kick in the balls to all of the traditionalist cunts in the Zenin clan it would be if you raised your pups to be the exact opposite of what they wanted. And when you promised that to Naoya, his grin couldn't have stretched any wider.

I feel like this was really shit. Sorry. But I did really wanna get more omegaverse out cause I love it so so much! And Naoya is fucking hot.

[superbat-love]

Omegaverse AU. The annual Gotham Matchmaking Event was in full swing. Bruce Wayne, towering over the alphas and omegas around him, moved through the room with an unapproachable aura. The whispers followed him, just like they always did.

"Wayne’s so assertive. Doesn’t act like an omega at all," someone muttered.

"He should stop pretending to be above his station," another added with a laugh.

Bruce pretended not to hear them, his jaw tightening as he positioned himself near the door for an easy exit. If not for the fact that these matchmaking events were mandatory for all unmated omegas of age, he would have refused the invitation outright.

A new arrival caught his attention. The man’s tanned skin and wavy hair stood out, he didn’t seem to be from Gotham. His name tag read "Kal."

Bruce watched the foreigner as he mingled with the other guests. Kal’s alpha status was obvious, but unlike most alphas, he radiated warmth and charm. People naturally gravitated toward him, drawn to his approachable demeanor. The double standards grated on Bruce more than he cared to admit.

Until Kal’s gaze found his.

The alpha froze, wide-eyed as he stared at Bruce. Bruce glared at the shorter man. It usually kept alphas at bay.

No such luck. Kal approached him anyway.

"Have you heard of Kryptonian queens?" Kal asked.

Bruce blinked, caught off guard by the question. "What?"

"In Kryptonian legends, queens were the biggest, strongest omegas in the colony. They either earned the title by winning dominance battles or left to establish new colonies on distant outposts," Kal said, his voice filled with awe. "You’re like a legend brought to life."

Bruce’s guarded expression faltered. Despite the absurdity of the alpha’s words, there was something in his tone—genuine respect—that made him pause.

And Bruce found himself listening.

The Omega Queen AU

[xazse]

Cw: A/b/o dynamics + Omegaverse + Alpha!Satoru x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Suguru + my Abo dynamics are different so sorry + mentions of anal + smut + knotting + crying + size difference + biting

If you’re meant to be Sugurus Omega that means you’re definitely Satoru’s, you don’t get a choice they’re a package deal, they can’t stand being away from one another so they went against everything that alphas stand for and bit each other: now fully intertwined with one another.

Suguru yearned for you, he knew he had to have you, those nights where he was ravishing Satoru and feeling something was missing, an itch he couldn’t scratch, he hated it, he hated how rough he’d get with Satoru even though the blue eyed man said he enjoyed it so much.

Knotting Satoru was something he loved but the thought of knotting your little cunt alone drove him mad, made him so hard he’d think about it all day, constantly having to go “adjust” himself.

When he finally had you, he went absolutely fucking mad, he couldn’t stop smelling you: you smelled like cookies and vanilla. He couldn’t stop licking your soft supple skin, your spongy cunt that he’d have to finger for a good while to get you ready.

And of course he’d have Satoru by his side just as thirsty for the sight of you, he’d be fondling your tits and giving you long drawn out kisses that you’re eager for, like a puppy.

There was no argument about who got to fuck your cunt first, that was always going to be Suguru, he was gonna be your first for your ass as well.

His leaky redden tip lined up with your awaiting slick hole, his counterpart distracted you with sweet words, Suguru couldn’t afford to be sweet right now, he slams his fat cock in one swift move, the whines that spill from you do nothing but egg him on. He pushes your legs toward yourself and the sound of skin meeting skin feels the room, he fucks your soppy pussy so messily, he’s been craving this for so fucking long, he’s constantly readjusting his long hair that he doesn’t bother to put up, your pussy is just the sweetest thing.

When his fat tip starts to swell inside of you, you’re crying into Satoru’s kiss, he knows it hurts, your first ever knot is always gonna hurt he tells you in a comforting tone.

You don’t know it but Satoru absolutely is obsessed with you also, you look so cute crying trying your best for them, trying your hardest to accept Suguru’s fat knot, youre small compared to them and he loves it.

When Suguru bites you, all you see it white, he isn’t surprised that you passed out, you’re gonna have to do it all over again when it’s Satoru’s turn.

[softaestluv]

Sticky When Wet

Three times Ghost swore he hated honey with his tea and one time he admitted he couldn’t live without it.

Alpha! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Omega! Reader

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Omegaverse, Alpha/Omega stereotypical behavior, Scenting, Angst, Miscommunications, Denial, Simon is bad at feelings, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Size difference, Eventual smut

Pt. 1 of 4, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4 | masterlist | ao3

Black Tea.

Ghost cherished black tea more than the average person. Every morning: a fresh cup to start the day. Stressed out? A cup of plain and natural black tea would bloom deliciously in his chest. Solved most of his problems, burnt away the tension in his body.

Honey.

Ghost appalled honey more than the average person. The taste, smell, and consistency, everything about it, down to the yellow color. It was too sweet; a pungent aroma of warm sugar like butterscotch and woody cedar made him turn away in disgust. Plus, it was sticky and tacky. Clung to every surface it touched. Glued his counters and fingers in layers of goop that he struggled to scrub off.

He wasn’t one for sweets; rarely was he given the privilege of a sugary treat in his childhood. Candied items were even more rare in the military, though most luxuries were in his occupation. So, he never developed a sweet tooth; he lived without it for so long.

Instead, Simon favored bold flavors; enjoyed the rich malt of black tea. Melting bitterly on his tongue, just the way he craved. He couldn’t even imagine ruining the delectable taste of his tea with honey. Diluting the strong flavor soft and sweet.

There were few things Ghost admitted to loving in his life, but a warm cup of black tea was one he would willingly sing his love for from the top of the hills.

Why would he put artificial flavoring in it? The tea already had the perfect taste.

Ghost hated honey. Hated it even more mixed into his sacred tea. Despised the way your scent radiated it. Loathed how you reeked of sage honey and sweet tangerine. Disgusted each time he smelt your sickly sweet scent, each time you served him a tray in the mess hall stained in honey and citrus.

It ruined his food, ruined his fucking black tea. The delicacy of a pure cup ripped from his grasp the moment you started working in the cafeteria. Your scent soaked into the food, the tea—the whole fucking cafeteria. Filling his senses with warm honey, pungent even through the fabric of his balaclava, melting onto his tongue with each breath. Made his tea sweet and saccharine.

The tea bags stored in the kitchen were tainted by your scent. The only place he could enjoy a cup of tea anymore was tucked away in the barracks, stored in his room where he could peacefully escape your scent.

Even now, walking down the empty corridor to the mess hall, your smell wafted through the doors. Practically suffocating him the moment he walked through them, flooding every sense with your thick aroma. Drenching him in your warmth, clinging to his skin, and making him sticky, exactly the way he hated.

“The hell is this?” A sergeant shouted at you as Ghost walked over, tray slammed loudly against the counter.

Your head snapped up, shrinking behind your shoulders from the harsh gaze of the alpha, voice shaking lightly, “I'm sorry, sir. What’s the problem?”

“Are you stupid? Foods bloody fuckin’ cold, and you didn’t give me any bread.” Belittling tone making you flinch.

“I-I’m sorry, sir. I’ll make sure to fix this for you,” You stuttered, trembling hands scrambling to pick up the tray as his aggressive scent overtook yours.

Your own scent turned sharp, sweet smell diluted, washed away, and tainted from the other alpha’s condescending words. Shifting warmth and tangerine into sour malodorous. The putrid smell alarmed Ghost’s alpha, rumbling in his chest angrily, trying to claw its way out to comfort the omega in distress.

Ghost’s eyes zeroed in on the other alpha, the man who soured your scent. His eyes twitched in irritation, instincts just about ready to maul the threat to your contented smell.

“No. Do it fucking right from the beginning next time, omega,” The man barked, alpha voice curled around the edges of his words, causing you to fight the urge to present your neck in submission.

The use of his alpha voice had Ghost growling angrily, watching you struggle to keep your chin down made him seethe, clenching his jaw tightly.

“Oy,” Ghost snapped, both of your eyes flickering to his looming presence, “Is that any way you should be talkin’ to her, sergeant?”

The sergeant opened and closed his mouth, struggling to find the correct words as he stared at Ghost in shock. Dumbfounded.

“Huh?” He asked dripping in anger, crossing his arms over his chest disapprovingly, waiting for a response, “I asked you a fuckin’ question. Or are you the stupid one?”

“No, Lieutenant.”

The smaller alpha stammered under Ghost’s scrutiny, arrogance since dissipating from his voice and stance. Submitting to Ghost and his demanding tone like a petulant child scolded by his father.

“This isn’t a buffet. Go eat your fuckin’ cold food with a smile.”

The sergeant nodded, ducking his head in embarrassment before scurrying off like he wasn’t just brazenly scolding you. He would deal with him later during training, make him—make everyone understand that he wouldn’t tolerate that behavior.

Ghost turned his focus to you, doe eyes since widened, staring up at him with the same shock the sergeant wore.

“Thank you, lieutenant. You didn’t have to do that.”

“What? Like you were gonna fuckin’ do anything ‘bout it besides stinking the room up with distressed omega,” Simon grumbled, “Though, I guess you already do that.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together, a frown deepening on your plump lips as his words settled in. Sour scent muted into confusion, melancholic. You placed his tray on the counter, mumbling quietly under your breath as you diverted your gaze.

“Sorry about that, sir.”

Simon almost laughed as he grabbed the tray and walked to an empty table. Only he could save someone from an asshole alpha just to end up leaving the situation as the asshole. Though, he wasn’t lying; he had seen countless men scrutinizing you, and you never fucking did anything about it. Just let them walk all over you, folding under their command within seconds.

It pissed him off to watch you give in so easily. Especially when it soured your scent, filling the mess hall with distressed omega. That was almost worse than the sugared honey and citrus combination that overwhelmed his senses. Instead, it made his black tea unbearable; couldn’t even drink it as it burned his throat acidicly. Let alone be in the same room when it had his alpha unsettled, tossing violently in his chest.

Ghost didn’t understand why you didn’t fight back. Why you just let it happen when they clearly spoiled your mood, spoiled your sweet scent sour. Though, he wasn’t an omega, his natural instinct wasn’t to submit. His instinct was to challenge and battle against any authority that threatened him.

It’s not like the men in the military were astoundingly gracious anyway; most of them were pricks with too much testosterone who chose to take their anger out on the weak link, the omegas, to feel powerful. To follow and satisfy the primal hierarchy built into their genes, to make up for their lack of self-esteem.

There weren’t many omegas on base, and Simon was sure you faced most of the brute backlash from alphas. So, he took matters into his own hands, shutting down and shooing away any asshole he saw berate you. It was a known fact by now to the other men on base not to; he had made it abundantly clear that he wouldn’t allow anyone to treat you that way.

However, they were always receiving recruits, and a fresh trainee served as the perfect example for the rest of them. Before whispers were mingling between them ‘not to fuck with the pretty omega or else the lieutenant will make sure your training is a living hell.’

Besides, Ghost was only doing it because he liked his black tea without a side of distressed omega—really.

[graytodd]

I'm back with a new comic, my first Dickjay Omegaverse AU, and I do hope you gonna enjoy it ~!🙏💛

{plot} Bats are working on a case of Omega trafficking; Red Hood's an Omega and he’s been on suppressants since he came back from the Pit (refusing to be the only Omega in the pack) and overdoses – Nightwing comes to rescue. This comic's from Dick pov ~!

💬 I've made a slight change about Omega's heat, as being more likely to mate than just being horny (and usually Alphas take advantage of that, anyway), during the heat Jason gets very frightened and loses his voice.

{continue...}

[bangchansrose]

wade: this wolverine is from a different universe

ao3 writers: where secondary genders exist

[midnight--sadness]

i say this as an omega gihun truther but assigning abo dynamics to gihun and inho is so easy bc one is the beginning (001) and the other is the end (456)

alpha is the first letter of the greek alphabet and omega is the last

[st3rlace]

˳೫˚ | 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

in which you wake up in the very world you dream about, but there’s a second biological nature that changes life as you know it. will you ever get back home? or will you learn to live as task force 141’s omega…

pairing: alpha!price, beta!gaz, alpha!ghost, beta!soap x omega!reader (afab)

𝐂𝐖: A/B/O dynamics, polyamorous relationship, four men x one woman, eventual smut, angst, misogyny/degradation (from random soldiers) — 18+ ONLY | series masterlist

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: Between the Fifth and Sixth

Finally, finally, you were in bed. Soft smoke swirling from the vanilla candle you’d just blown out, your legs softly rubbing together under your cozy sheets after being moisturised in perfumed lotions. A small red light switched on your headboard to induce melatonin for sleep - you were ready to relax after a long week. Contrary to the calming red light, you were staring at your yellow-tinted phone screen, a grin gracing your lips as you scroll through edit after edit of the task force men. You tried to trick yourself into saying you scrolled before bed in the hopes of dreaming about them, not because you had a doom scrolling addiction. Nevertheless, you kept scrolling until the pauses between your blinks grew longer - your phone eventually slipping out of your hand, gently thumping onto the carpet beside your bed.

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You felt relaxed – too relaxed. Too well-rested. Your eyes jolt open in a panic as you fear you’d slept through your alarm, or it had failed to go off. 

“What?” You couldn’t help the audible exclamation of utter confusion as you realised you weren't in bed. You weren’t in your room – hell, you weren’t even inside. You were in a forest.

You sit up with a dumb expression, looking around as you lethargically rub your eyes. The warmth of the early sun flickering through the trees on your skin, the sound of the birds chirping good mornings… it all felt so real. You glance down at your hands, stretching your fingers to count them. Ten. You were conscious. 

The panic kicks in. 

You immediately glance down and frantically pat down your body, making sure you hadn’t been hurt in your unconsciousness. There were no unusual pains, no marks. Your skin was clean, save for a few smudges of dirt from the forest floor. 

A distant voice makes your head snap up. You quickly stand, cursing softly when the foliage beneath you crackles loudly. You don’t hear any more sounds. 

Heart thumping so loud it almost blocks your ability to hear, you place your palm on the trunk beside you, eyes wide as you try to stay still and hear for that voice again.

Nothing.

Just the sound of your heart, breathing, the gentle whoosh of wind through the trees that tickles your hair. The soft scent of birch and beech woods surrounding you like a mist.

And then—

A gun cocking.

A gasp flies out of your mouth as you whirl around to be met with the barrel of a gun staring you down. You hold your hands up in surrender, stiff with fear yet somehow shaking at the same time.

The man behind the gun was dressed in army camouflage, and you realised there were now four of them around you, all poised and regarding you with suspicion. 

You open your mouth to say something, anything, to avoid being shot, when suddenly a searing pain hits the left side of your neck. You cry out in pain, hand slapping over your hot skin as your knees buckle to the forest floor. Vague sounds of men barking orders and concerns barely pierce through the shrill ringing of pain in your ears.

It felt as though something was inside your neck, clawing its way out. Tears stream down your cheeks as you gasp for breath, the pain unbearable as sharp slits cut you from the inside out.

It stops moving, and you feel tender flesh and ridges on your neck under your hand. A shaky whine leaves your lips as the ringing in your ears slowly fades. You let go of your neck to grip the leaves beneath your hands, catching your breath, still reeling from the pain. As your hand leaves, an unsettling coolness whisks through the open wound on your neck, causing another sound of discomfort to leave you.

“Rog. Bringing her to medical now.”

You remember the men, blinking your wet eyes open, the tear-covered eyelashes sticking together. Before you can register what’s happening, two men are hauling you up by your underarms and half-dragging you through the birch trees as you stumble for footing.

Medical. Medical…

Okay, so they weren’t trying to kill you. That’s good news. 

The trees begin to thin and you’re met with the sight of a large base nestled into what looks like English countryside. A soft, vague scent of chemicals and what almost smells like that new car aroma, hits your nose. It seems to be coming from all around you, despite clearly being out in the open, fresh air. 

The base is massive and open, with not many spaces to hide. Just blocks of steel buildings, not many windows, a neat set of grey basketball courts, and lots of very fit people walking around in structured groups of army green. You see many curious glances your way, and fear prickles the back of your neck. Many seemed to linger, and you become painfully aware of the fact that you’re still in your pyjamas. An icy, ozone-like chill smell stings the back of your nose, as if you’ve just opened a freezer and the cold has hit your face.

A soft exhale of amusement from the soldier on your left side makes you frown softly in confusion. 

What was so funny?

You couldn’t help but feel grateful when you finally arrive in what you assume to be the medical centre. The chemical smell was stronger here, and you’re immediately ushered into a private room by a female nurse. Her quick guidance makes you frown softly in confusion, and you follow her flickering gaze over your shoulder. Just before you’re shut into the room, you see other army men sitting in the waiting room, eyes blazing with hunger that makes your skin crawl. You’re immediately grateful when the door clicks shut. 

“Come sit here, please,” the woman gestures to a sterile blue medical bed, with a parchment hygiene sheet on top. Her accent was British.

“My name is Doctor Kellen, can you tell me your name, sweetheart?”

She moves with practiced ease as you softly say your name, attaching a blood pressure monitor to your arm, the warm squeezing reminding you of your current reality.

You had gone to bed, and woken up in the woods, presumably in England somewhere. How on Earth does that happen?

“You got picked up in the woods, huh? How’d you get there?” She continues to chat calmly, as if discussing the weather.

“I—“ You pause, unsure of how to answer.

“I’m not sure,” your throat clears softly as you shift in discomfort.

“Mhm, can you tell me the last thing you remember then? Before the woods?”

You nod, replying, “I went to bed in my home. I don’t live anywhere nearby, so I don’t understand how I got here.”

She just simply hums again in response as she moves through the vitals checks. She nods softly to herself before removing the blood pressure strap off your arm, the velcro ripping off filling the small room.

You watch as she snaps on some latex gloves, moving closer.

“I’m just going to check your neck, alright?” Her voice remains calm and soothing, so you nod softly, baring the wound to her. Again, she hums softly, gently touching the tender flesh.

“How old are you, sweetheart?” 

You reply with your age, and her brows furrow ever so slightly.

“That’s a bit of an unusual age to present.”

Now it was your turn to furrow your brows in confusion.

“Present?”

She blinks back at you, her brown eyes blank for a moment. She nods softly.

“Present.”

You stare dumbly back at her, utterly confused.

“Your scent glands have come through. You’re an omega.”

Your eyes bulge momentarily at the ridiculousness of her statement, before bursting out in a shocked laugh.

“I’m sorry, what?” You tilt your head, eyes shining in amusement at the absurdity.

Doctor Kellen doesn’t seem to find it funny though, and instead stares back at you with increasingly concerned eyes. She says your name slowly, as if talking to a child.

“Do you know what an omega is?”

“Of course I do,” you roll your eyes, thinking to all the fanfiction you’ve read, “I—“

You cut yourself off when you realise you do in fact have something on the side of your neck. That’s what came through in the woods.

You fly off the bed, the parchment almost ripping as you dart to a mirror, craning your neck to get a look. Your messy reflection stares back at you, your own wide eyes fixed on the sore-looking gills on your neck. 

You don’t even realise Doctor Kellen is calling in someone, clearly concerned. What type of civilian doesn’t know about presenting? How did you get past the border undetected? This seemed like a greater security concern rather than a medical concern, and it was out of her hands.

You stay in front of the mirror, your nose practically pressed to it as you fiddle with the weird, flappy flesh, until the door opens again. You whirl around and are met with a new man.

“Jesus,” his nostrils flare and he glances at Doctor Keller.

“I know,” she nods in concern, “Would you like me to prescribe blockers?”

The man shakes his head, clearly someone of higher authority, “No. Maybe it’ll be helpful in identifying who she is and where she came from. Our system came up with nothing.”

You shrink slightly under their suspicious gazes, feeling like a kid in trouble.

“Come with me.”

The man’s voice leaves no room for argument. You follow after him, arms crossed in front of your chest for some semblance of decency. They could’ve given you something in there, surely. 

As you walk outside, you notice the waiting room is more quiet, but you still receive those hungry stares. That familiar icy ozone-like scent hits your nostrils, and you’re hit with the realisation. Presenting. Scent glands. Omega. That guard huffing in amusement when you were scared before — he smelt it. Your fear is literally scentable. The stares of hunger… this man entering the room with his soft exclamation and nostrils flaring as he smelt it… the scent of you. The scent of an omega. 

Your fear increased, clawing up your chest and gripping your throat. You fought the urge to run.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask, trying to get some control over your wellbeing.

“To talk to a Sergeant.”

You gulp softly, and you’re sure he heard it. He never introduced himself like Doctor Kellen did. 

The now mid-morning sun disappears from your skin as you step into another metal building, your bare feet padding along the cool floors. It was undignified. You were being treated as if you had done something wrong — you just woke up here!

But who was going to believe that?

You almost bump into the man when he stops, twisting to you.

“You don’t speak unless spoken to.”

Again, the way he spoke — he wasn’t asking. You swallow your annoyance and give a stiff nod.

With that, he knocks on a door. 

“Come in,” a muffled voice calls from the other side, and the man opens the door.

“The lurker, sir.”

You hear a sigh from your place in the hall, and assume the man inside is nodding in annoyance and gesturing with his fingers for you to come in. The soldier grabs your arm and tugs you into frame. 

You tug your arm out in agitation, giving him a heated glare as a hot scent of cinnamon and ginger fills the room. That must be your angry scent.

Giving the man one last glare, you turn to look at the higher ranking “Sergeant”, and almost shit your pants. A loud gasp jumps out of your throat as you stare at one of the men you had watched for many hours in game walkthroughs and edits.

Deep brown eyes stare back at you, slightly widened in shock. 

It was none other than Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick.

His skin looked even smoother in real life, the soft blend of cocoa skin pairing well with his dark hair.

“Adams, you’re dismissed.” 

God, even his voice sounds exactly the same—

The man who’d brought you here—Adams—leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

You stare at Gaz in shock still, and he is regarding you with soft wonder.

“Fuck… you’re real. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you.” He softly stands up, moving around the desk. 

His brown eyes seemed enchanted, and you couldn’t help but fall into their chocolate puddles. Kyle, freakin’, Garrick. Gaz was right in front of you! 

You couldn’t stop your fangirling thoughts as you stare up at him now in front of you. You watch as he scratches his neck — no, pulls something off. A patch of fabric molded to his skin colour.

You’re almost knocked back by the delicious smell that washes over you. It smelt much like the forest outside, but more crisp. The scent of English oaks that had been rained on, swirled together with a delectable musk that made you want to bury into him. 

“May I?” His long fingers gently gesture to your neck, and you nod — God, you would do anything for this man. 

“Oh my god,” you whimper when you feel his nose gently brush against your scent glands, knees buckling. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Wave after wave of honey-warm pleasure fills your limbs, rendering you into a quivering mess in his arms. 

“Omega,” he murmurs again, just as scent-drunk as you are. If it were visible, his office would be cloudy with the smoke of your pulsating aromas, the divinely unified scents dancing together at last.

You nuzzle into his neck, his own scent becoming stronger and you quite literally feel dumb from pleasure — something you barely even experienced from orgasms. This was just other-worldly.

A knock brings you both back to reality, and you notice a twinge of sharpness in Gaz’s scent — he was annoyed. 

“What?” He barks, not caring if it’s unprofessional.

“The Captain wants an update on the omega, sir.”

Gaz sighs softly, the warmth hitting your hair. He responds back to the subordinate before gently brushing back your hair with his big palms.

“What’s your name, love?” His brown eyes stare back at you like honey, golden flecks swimming around in them.

You respond with your name, and he hums, gently tucking some loose strands behind your ears.

“Let’s get you some proper clothes, mhm?”

You just nod in agreement, and let him continue stroking your hair as he requests for his subordinate to go get some spare clothes in your size.

“How did you get into our base?” He continues to gently coax words out of you. You tell him the story, and can’t tell if he believes you or not. You’re not sure you would in his shoes.

A knock on the door brings you out of your thoughts, and your clothes are delivered. It’s a military-standard olive shirt, with some cargo trousers that look a bit too big. They also managed to find some boots and socks for you. 

“Arms up,” Gaz gestures, eyes watching you like a hawk.

“What? Aren’t you gonna turn around?” You flush, looking back at him in surprise.

“You’re my omega,” his brows furrow slightly in confusion.

“I— look. I wasn’t… raised with those customs.” You manage to get out an answer that doesn’t paint you as some insane multi-dimensional traveller, and Gaz reluctantly nods in understanding.

“Alright then,” he turns, and you let out a breath of relief, quickly getting out of your pyjamas and into the more appropriate attire.

“Done,” your voice softly calls out, and Gaz turns with a grin. Arms cross, feet planted in a wide stance, he slowly drinks in your form. 

“You look like a proper soldier, love,” his eyes glimmer with tease, and you can’t help the grin that graces your lips. Here you are, getting to experience this character in real life — his jokes, quips, everything. 

“C’mon, there’s someone you’ve got to meet,” he places his large palm on your back to guide you out of his office, locking the door behind him before the two of you walk the long halls.

It’s cold, echoey, and the steady thrum of fans pushes air through the ventilation system — presumably to stop scents from lingering.

“Gaz? Are there any other omegas on base?” You ask, glancing up at him. You feel his step falter ever so slightly, and you wonder what you did wrong.

“No.” He answers curtly, and you wonder why the air suddenly feels colder.

“Just wait in here,” he says your name, not ‘love’, but still guides you gently into a small room. There’s a single lightbulb, chair, and small metal table. It looks like some type of interrogation room. You whirl around in confusion, but he shuts the door in your face and you hear it lock. What did you do?

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“Sensor arrays sweep every six seconds, Kyle. Every six. So explain how she appeared miles inside the perimeter between the fifth and sixth—undetected.”

Kyle pinches his nose as he sighs.

“I don’t know, Cap. But she knew my name. Not just Kyle, but Gaz. Only people in the military know that. I didn’t tell her.”

“I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit,” Captain Price gruffs, staring back at his beta.

“And you’re sure she’s our omega?”

“Positive, sir. Just wait ‘til you smell her.”

“And she’s locked up safely?”

“Yes, sir. She asked if other omegas are on base. Reckon some of the other soldiers spooked her a bit—“

Price cuts him off with an involuntary growl in the back of his throat, not liking the idea of anyone else near his omega — even if she was suspicious.

“Bring her in.”

Gaz nods and leaves quickly to go fetch her.

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You glance up when the door unlocks, standing up from the cold metal chair.

“Am I in trouble?” You immediately frown at him, but Kyle ignores you. He gently grabs your upper arm before guiding you out and into another room. An office. Holy shit.

Sitting before you, behind a desk, is Captain John Price in all his glory. Boonie hat gone, he was looking quite sharp and clean, given they were on base and not on a mission. You feel a blush rising on your cheeks as you get to see this delicious older man in person, but your heart drops cold when he speaks.

“You’ve got exactly five seconds to explain who you are and how you got past the perimeter—before I start pulling apart every lie you’ve rehearsed.”

You stare back at him for a second, astounded.

“What?” Your eyes had to be comically bulging at this point. 

He doesn’t respond, his own blue eyes staring icily back at you, clearly guarded. You glance at Gaz for some support, but he offers none. In fact, he has his own questions.

“Why did you call me Gaz?”

You tilt your head in confusion, “That’s your name. Well, your nickname—“

You cut yourself off when you realise you’ve just told on yourself. You close your eyes and curse internally.

“Don’t stop now,” Price’s low voice interjects, and you can’t help but frown at the meanness. This is not the side of Price you wanted to be on the receiving end of.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me,” you open your eyes with a soft, real pout.

“Try me.”

You sigh, glancing at Gaz before taking a step closer to Price’s desk. 

“I went to bed last night and woke up in this forest. Before I could really gather my surroundings, I was picked up by soldiers. But then these came through—“ You gesture to your scent glands, “—and I collapsed from the pain. I don’t know how I got here, but I do know that I’m not from this universe. Because, well… first of all, there’s no such thing as omegas, or betas, or alphas where I’m from, but second of all… you guys aren’t real. You’re just characters in a video game.”

The room is deathly quiet. Your scent is truthful, Gaz’s is pulsating with raw shock — Price’s is still smothered by a blocker.

Nothing, but then Price shakes his head with an unamused chuckle, and you’re reminded of Modern Warfare III, where he makes that exact expression with General Shepherd. It gets louder and he stands up, storming around his desk and up to you before you can barely stumble back.

“You don’t get to stroll in here, call me fake, and then smell like you were made for me.”

He doesn’t touch you, but he’s close, chest heaving with anger—and a bit of fear. It’s almost unbearable, staring up at him with such small proximity. You can see each individual freckle—

“Cap,” Gaz interrupts, breaking the tension. That single word is enough to snap Price out of his rage, and he storms out of his office without another word.

Gaz sighs, running a hand through his short curls before turning to you, “Can you prove it?”

“Well… I guess I could tell you what each of the games are about.”

Gaz nods and gestures to the couch in Price’s office. You both sit, and you begin to explain the games to the best of your knowledge. As you reach the third game, your scent starts to grow a bit more sour and tense, but before you could tell Gaz about the death of a certain man, that very man bursts in.

“Why di’ no one bloody tell me our ‘mega was ‘ere?”

You jump up with a gasp of relief, barrelling into the Scotsman with a hug before you could stop yourself.

“Soap,” you say his name like a prayer into his skin, and shiver softly when you can smell his beautiful, uncovered scent. He smelt like someone had just lit a match near crushed black pepper and cardamom, the smoked spices blending seamlessly with cold citrus. 

“Hello ta you too, bon,” you can hear the grin in his voice as his nose brushes against your sensitive glands, his warm hand stroking your head. 

“Soap—“ Gaz gives him a warning look, but it’s more tired. Like he’s coming around to your truth. You realise you have a story to finish. You gently hold Soap’s hand and bring him to sit with you on the couch, giving him a quick run through of everything leading up to this moment. Soap watches utterly entranced, the speed at which you talk and the way your hands gesture reminding him of the intricate explosions he’s seen. His lips slowly tug into a frown when you finally reach the part where he gets killed by Makarov, and now he understands why you’re so clingy with him.

Soap and Gaz share a look over your shoulder, silently asking each other if they believe it.

Just then, the door to Price’s office bursts open again, with none other than the owner. 

“C’mon, you’re being taken for a psych-eval,” the Captain tugs on your arm to bring you to standing, and the smokiness in Soap’s scent grows. Price growls and chucks a glare at the beta, and Soap instantly backs off.

You’re being basically dragged down the hall by the older man, his two betas in tow behind you. Before long, you’re back in the medical centre, back with Doctor Kellen, going through an extraneous interview. You have no idea who’s watching on the other side of the glass — could Ghost possibly be there? He was the only one you hadn’t seen yet. Would he even care? 

An hour passes before you’re let out of the room, sitting with a soft pout of annoyance next to Soap, who gently dotes on you. Meanwhile Price was listening to Doctor Kellen with his usual grumpy brows, arms crossed, stance wide. 

Your stomach grumbles.

Price’s gaze flickers, Gaz glances over with a softening look, and Soap shifts closer to speak.

“We’ll ge’ some food soon, lass.”

You just nod, sighing softly as you lean your head back against the wall. Honestly, this was not how you expected this to go at all. Countless nights of daydreaming being with these men, the affection, the protectiveness, the love… and instead you’re being treated like a criminal. You’re just a girl, for crying out loud.

You shoulders hunch in surprise when you feel the warm tickle of Soap’s breath in your ear, 

“We searched yer face in our databases—nothin’. For wha it’s worth, bon, I believe ya.”

You turn to glance at the Scotsman, eyes glimmering with soft tears.

“Thank you,” you swallow thickly, and Soap smiles softly with a head tilt, bringing his hand up to gently tuck some hair behind your ear.

Your lashes are still damp when you sense it.

Not a sound.

Not a word.

But something… shifts.

The medical centre felt as if it had warped into a forest, and all of the creatures had suddenly gone quiet. 

The scent hits your first—cool, clean, gunmetal sharp, like frost bitten air over engine oil. Something that makes your skin prickle and your instincts press against the inside of your chest, despite it being dulled by the characteristic chemicals of scent blockers. 

You turn.

Ghost.

Standing at the end of the hallway, eyes already on you next to his beta. Skull balaclava, gloves, vest. One hand resting lightly against his sidearm—not threatening, just always ready.

But his eyes—

They’re fixed on you. No blinking. No shift. 

Reading you. Scouring you. Like he already knows what you are.

Soap doesn’t say a word, but you feel him lean forward slightly, a line of warmth on your side as he smells that tinge of anxiety pulsating through your sweet scent.

Ghost doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. But you see his balaclava twitch slightly on his face, as if he were moving his nose underneath.

And you know.

He’s scented you.

Not just any omega. Not just a stranger.

But his pack’s omega.

He stares a moment longer, then he nods—small, almost imperceptible—and turns on his heel.

You feel your lungs unlock only when he’s gone.

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I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I’d love to hear your thoughts in my inbox or the comments/reblogs :) warmly, carina 💝

[vamp-bites]

Woah cant believe i almost missed michaelmas… anyway happy birthday to Adam Milligan<3 and happy michaelmas to Michael too i guess. Take this quick doodle of Adam and his guard dog of an archangel

[superbat-love]

Kal stared in disbelief at the salad Bruce was served—an omega special. Without hesitation, Kal went to the alpha buffet table, piling a plate high with various cuts of meat. Returning to Bruce’s table, he set the plate in front of him.

"You need more protein," Kal said firmly.

Bruce raised an eyebrow but split the portions with Kal, watching him take a bite first before cautiously following suit.

Dinner was mostly quiet on Bruce’s end. Kal made several attempts to start conversations, but Bruce’s responses remained curt. That is, until the topic of family came up.

"My son, Tim, got into college," Bruce said, his tone softening. "He’s the first omega to be accepted into the academic research program."

"That’s impressive," Kal said, intrigued. "Sounds like he’s forging his own path."

Bruce nodded, a hint of pride in his eyes. The conversation flowed more smoothly between them until a large bald alpha suddenly joined their table, uninvited.

The alpha gave Kal a dismissive once-over before focusing solely on Bruce. "Wayne. Fancy meeting you here," he said, his voice laced with disdain. "I heard Jason caused trouble again. Like father, like son."

“Warden Ranken,” Bruce greeted him coolly. "Jason shouldn’t have been there in the first place."

Ranken snorted. "There are no prisons for omegas like him. Do you know how many riots he incited in gen pop? The only reason he’s out is because your oldest pulled some strings. How long do you think you can hide behind your alpha son’s protection?"

Kal noticed Bruce’s hands tighten around his fork, his usual composure slipping.

"You should leave," Kal warned Ranken.

Ranken sneered. "You should stop wasting your time with a defective omega like—"

Before Ranken could finish, Kal lunged across the table, sinking his fangs into Ranken’s arm.

The Omega Queen AU

[sevikaslatinawife]

Tsaheylu

Part 2

tsaheylu — the bond Alpha!Sevika x Omega!F!Reader

index | part 1

⛧ Warnings: slick sharing, dacryphilia, spitting/drooling, light degradation, light puppy!reader, female alpha anatomy (g!p/enlarged clit), knotting, nipple play, daddy kink, mention of blood play, pussy slap, slight overstimulation, cum inflation ⛧ Word Count: 2,914 words

You whine as she pulls her fingers free from your cunt and she sucks them clean before shifting up from your thighs and forward. You knew what she wanted, so you didn’t hesitate to pull her panties from your teeth, drop them somewhere beside you, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

Sevika purrs as her metal fingers cup and squeeze the back of your neck. Her right hand is pressed on the mattress to keep herself hovering over you. She doesn’t shy away from your eyes as she parts her lips and spits your slick into your own tongue. You whine as she leans down to press her tongue against yours, shaking her head just to see your tongue drip saliva that smears down your chest.

“Can’t stop yourself, huh?” She slots her mouth against yours, tongue swirling to taste your slick that has coated both of your mouths. “You know what you’re meant to do, baby,” She grabs your chin with her right hand, mechanical hand slipping to the mattress to keep herself above you, tilting your head back to slow the trickle of saliva from your lolled tongue. “Swallow, my pathetic girl.”

You pull your tongue back into your mouth without another second wasted, swallowing the thick flavor of your own arousal and cum. Sevika thumbs your wet bottom lip, eyes dark as she watches you part your lips for her thumb to slip between the front of your teeth. She presses down on your incisors, and you let your lips part and jaw hang fully.

“ ‘lease,” You slur against the press of her thumb. The tip of your tongue pressing against the digit, almost enticing it to keep going and fill your mouth with something.

“Need somethin’?” She coos, using the grip on your mouth to tilt your face to the side so she can kiss the length of your neck.

Her nose brushes the warmth of it, inhaling the thickness of your pheromones. The honing smell they provided for alphas, for all alphas.

The thought made her growl low in her throat as she kissed the curve of your neck, feeling your already-racing pulse beneath the skin. The noise makes you shiver and you lick your lips when she lets go of your mouth. When her right hand cups the opposite side of your neck and you lean into the touch like a magnet.

“All fuckin’ mine,” She groans as she sucks a mark into the spot she noses. Her tongue and teeth working to make it dark, to make it ache and your thighs squeeze her hips at the feeling.

“Yours, ‘Vika, please,” You whine, wanting her to continue, to not stop. Your body felt feverish still, needing to come again and again. Or at least cum enough to clear your head for a few hours before the heat overwhelmed you again and your mind became as muddy as it felt right now.

“I know, puppy, I know,” She chuckles, hands sliding down your sides, pushing your hips down against the mattress as your thighs open enough for her to sit back on her haunches, your legs draped over her thighs. The nickname makes you whimper and for a shiver to run down your spine.

Your eyes meet hers as she blindly undoes her button and zipper, reaching into her own pants to pull out her growing erection. That’s when your eyes drop and you groan at the sight of her thumb teasing the wetness of her dribbling head.

“Nothin’ but my pretty toy, aren't you, puppy?” She laughs at your reaction to the nickname, shifting forward, groaning as she teases the wet head of her cock against your folds.

You whine and nod, raising your hips and offering yourself to her with ease. “Your toy, all yours.”

Sevika growls, her prosthetic whirring low as she digs the talons of her metal fingers into the supple flesh of your waist. She leans forward and slides into you with a satisfied moan, feeling the heat of your cunt almost scorch the flesh of her cock.

“Hm-mm,” Your hum was dripping with satisfaction, eyelashes fluttering as you bit your lip. The slight stretch of her cock, the brush of the soft swell of the base of it against your wetness – her knot still not fully shown.

“Nothin’ like you, huh, baby?” She stares like it's the first time. Drinks in the way her cock is being slickened with your arousal and cum when she pulls back out of you, only the tip of her dick inside of you. “Just made f’this dick.”

“Yes, jus’ f’you,” Your speech is already slurred as Sevika rocks her hips forward and you moan at the slide of her dick. Your hands come up to settle on her shoulders, to squeeze the tightening muscle as she slowly fucks in and of you.

“Go ahead,” She grunts at the way your thumbs brush her collarbones, how hot your skin is against her own.

Your fingers slide down her chest to undo the buttons of her vest, freeing her breasts as she discards the vest from her back in quick motions. It drops to the floor and your eyes immediately lock onto the softness of them, their sway as she thrusts into you. Everything makes you groan.

“Like what you see?” She pants, fingers wrapping around your hips to give you a hard thrust. You cry out and buck, hands finding purchase on her forearms, digging your fingers in metal and skin alike.

“S-So p-pretty,” You moan as she continues to thrust into you.

Sevika feels the heat of her face at your words and she growls at the reaction her body has to you. She shakes her head to clear it of the thought of your blood on her tongue, canines aching to sink into your neck to mark you properly.

To finally give in to her desire, her nature, to have you.

However, she couldn’t, not yet. You were still too out of it.

“Daddy…p-pretty,” You groan as your fingers slide up her forearms, nestled into the back of her elbows, still gripping her tightly.

The grip she has on your hips raises them slightly from the bed, angling her cock to press harder into you. For your back to curve softly, for your breasts to jolt with each thrust you’re given. It blankets you, begins to satiate the need that had been quietly building up inside of you since this torturous day began.

“Not as pretty as you, baby,” She groans as she thrusts, feeling the slickness of her cunt against the inside of her boxers. She’s not surprised if the patch was evident through her jeans and she doesn’t want to pull out of your cunt and discard the rest of her clothing. “Pretty tits, too, fuck,” She grunts through gritted teeth, pulling you all the way down on her dick, flush against her. It makes you squeak in surprise as the head of her cock settles roughly against your twitching cervix; your hands cup the back of her head when she bows over you and her mouth finds your chest.

You whine as she flattens her tongue against your hard nipple, teasing the sensitive skin of it. She hums against you, nose pressing into the softness of your breast while she sucks your nipple into her mouth. Your pussy clenches once around her cock and she grunts in turn, eyebrows knitted together in simmering need for you.

Her prosthetic was chattering, puffing out a long string of vapor as her claws dug into your hip harder. You hiss softly as her clawed thumb presses harder, scratches at your skin and makes you shiver. Your hands drop from the back of her head to press into the mattress, twist your fingers in the sheets and offer your chest to her mouth more, groaning eagerly.

Sevika’s tongue flattens against your breast, curling against your skin, practically cupping it with her tongue. She groans, drool sliding down your breast, down your side. Your pussy gives another eager clench around Sevika’s cock as the line of drool slides up, towards your shoulder blades due to the curve of your back off the bed by her hands.

“ ‘vika,” You breathe and she huffs against your skin. “Please, move, please, I —”

“Stupid little pussy is quivering around my dick,” She chuckles, leaving a burning kiss on your sternum. “Beg for it,” she grunts as she licks your neglected nipple, eyes locked with your own as she squeezes your sides again. “Beg daddy to fuck you like you need so badly.”

She’s doing it on purpose, of course she is, you knew this about her too well. Looking at you with those blown-out grays, her mouth on you and her hips giving your insides — no, your cervix — a slow, teasing grind. She knows you can’t articulate right now, much less while being impaled on her cock and her mouth toying with your sensitive breasts.

“Please,” is the choked reply you begin with as she nips at the hardened bud in her mouth, rolling it between her teeth. “God, please, ‘vika! Please, I-I need you to fuck me,” Your face burns at your own words, squeezing her hips with your thighs to add to your plea. “Daddy, please, it hurts.”

“Aw, it hurts?” She coos after pulling back from your nipple, kissing the swell of your breast and nosing the heat of your skin there. “Is my puppy’s cunt droolin’ for daddy’s cum?”

“Fill me, fuck, please,” You whimper, lower lip jutted and trembling as your hands come up to squeeze her biceps. Your pussy clenches around her dick and she grunts, leaning up to press a bruising kiss to your mouth.

Sevika pries your lips to part with her tongue and you eagerly accept, tongue meeting hers in turn. The kiss was aimless and sloppy, more need and desire than anything else, but it had you burning all the same. It had slicken you further around her dick, dribbling stray drops of slick down your pussy and ass.

“Let’s see —” Sevika nips at your bottom lip with a grunt, pulling her hips back and slamming back into you. Her cock throbbed inside of you, hot and hard as she stroked you deliberately slow. Dragging her hips back before slamming back into you without a care.

It made you groan softly and wrap your arms around her neck, to pull her closer as she sucks on a spot on your jaw. Every drag of her cock buried into your cunt has your walls fluttering eagerly and needily around her. It was driving her crazy, growling against your skin, baring her teeth as she huffs to try and calm herself.

But how could she?

The heat, the wetness, the smell of you beneath her was hindering her mind. Her alpha mindset was beginning to cloud her senses, taking over slowly. With each drag of her cock inside your pussy, she lost a little bit of power against the wolf threatening to spill.

Spill inside of you, knot you to her and sink her teeth into your mating mark and lick the blood that might spill from it.

“Faster,” you croak, wrapping your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper inside of you and feeling her moan against your neck where she is kissing now. “Daddy, p—”

“Please,” She mocks, chuckling with her lips brushing your pulse. “Please deeper —” A single thrust that has you crying out. “Faster —” She pushes herself on her hands, gripping the bed sheets as she pistons her hips into you. It makes you choke on your own spit in surprise, hands dropping from around her to scramble on the sheets, to grip onto them until your knuckles are blanketed in white. “Then take it, you little slut,” Sevika growls, baring her teeth down at you, eyes raking the bounce of your breasts and body with each thrust she gives you.

Her hips drive into your own with purpose and you wouldn’t be surprised if the skin of your thighs would blossom with bruises or at the very least be sore. Your insides feel full and strained with each thrust, a shiver of pain running up your body as she grinds the slit of her cock right against your cervix, hard.

“Oh fuck,” You cry out as she never stops, doesn’t falter in the pounding she is giving your insides. Each deep, hard and fast. Your fingers felt numb from twisting in the sheets, throat dry from all the panting and moaning and back arched to meet her hips perfectly.

“Yeah, baby,” She grunts, circling her hips against you just to hear that soft little gasp get caught in your throat. “Scream f’me.” She pants as she chases her orgasm inside of you, thrusting hard and deranged, like she was nothing but a mere animal following her instincts.

And you were her little prey caught in her trap.

“Mm, let everyone —” She moans, lips twitching back into a snarl. “—know you belong to me.”

“Y-yours, yes, yours,” You babble brokenly, feeling your stomach tighten alongside your cunt. “Please, daddy, need…your knot.”

“Poor princess,” Sevika has it in her to laugh. Despite her cock throbbing and engulfed in the slick heat of your walls, she still had enough of her brain left to be cocky. “Need daddy, mm, t’fill this gorgeous—” She drops her right hand down to give your clit a sharp smack just to feel your thighs seize and hear you sob. “—tightening, little cunt?”

“Yes!” You sob as a second smack is delivered to your cunt, causing it to twitch around Sevika’s dick and make her growl. “Want it, want it, want —” You arch your back and moan as the next smack to your pussy makes it tighten, crying out as she rubs your clit harshly throughout your orgasm.

The pulsing of your cunt around her is sending pleasure up her back, as she chases her orgasm inside of you. She doesn’t stop rubbing your clit even when you’re whimpering, her hips still pounding into you like it’s her only purpose in life.

“Ah, daddy–!” You squeeze her hips with your thighs, trying to ease her hand on your sensitive clit but instead get your thigh shoved open. Her metal claws dig into your thigh and press it back into the mattress, smacking your clit and making you scream.

“Atta girl, fuckin’ scream,” She growls as she shoves your other thigh open, nails digging into sensitive skin and causing you to shiver.

Sevika is huffing, eyes glued to where her dick disappears inside of you, feeling and watching her knot swell. Her stomach tightens and she moans as she cums, as she shoves her knot past the muscle of your cunt and has it swell fully.

You moan and jolt as you’re stretched fully, as her cum is pumped steadily inside of your cunt. Thick, warm and heavy against your insides. It makes you let out a soft purr as your belly pouches at the sheer quantity of her seed that is still being filled into you.

The ache of being stretched is dulled due to your heat, but the short blossoming of pain when she shifts her hips has you mewling. Your hands come up to grip her shoulders as she grunts while trying to catch her breath.

“Fuck,” Sevika licks her lips and leans down to press a kiss to your mouth. “Love breedin’ this pussy,” She rolls her hips and smirks as you whimper at the tug to your rim. “So greedy for my cum and my knot.”

“Always,” You almost whine as she guides your thighs around her waist. She helps you up, as slow as she can to settle you on her lap. You do whine when you settle completely on her cock, back of your thighs against her covered and damp own.

“Shit, m’still coming,” She leans up to suck on your collarbone, pinch the skin between her teeth and bury her nose into your damp flesh.

You could feel it too. The way her cock twitched as more cum filled you, the way your belly pressed more firmly against her as more ringlets were stuffing your cunt. You ground your hips down on her and she hisses and digs her teeth into you a little harder.

“Ngh,” A pathetic sound leaks from your lips as she sinks her teeth into you more and when her hands are squeezing your supple hips to guide them on her. “Need more,” You whisper and feel her growl against you.

“Gotta let this —” She bucks into you with a hiss just to hear you moan. “— go down so I can fucking devour this pussy again.”

You giggle and nod, waiting for her mouth to pull back from your collarbone to lean down and kiss her. She groans into your mouth, hands squeezing your ass as you lick into her mouth with need. You squeeze your cunt around her cock, feeling your skin prickle with goosebumps as she growls into your ear after pulling back from your mouth.

“Oh, you little whore,” She licks the shell of your ear and you squirm on her lap in reply, still dizzyingly needing more from her.

Her words, the heat of her breath on your ear makes you throb despite being stuffed and impaled on her, “Gonna split you open on this dick, just fuckin’ wait.”

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Scent Dynamics

Simple, surface level take on scent dynamics, including diagrams for locations of key anatomical points. Diagram sources: Blank anatomy models from Pinterest, then I uploaded them into Woodnotes and edited them to my own needs. CW: If you can't read my handwriting, just ask! My handwriting is messy, sorry!

Omegas

Compared to alphas, omegas generally have softer, more delicate scents. While there are exceptions, scents often include flowers, sweet scents like vanilla or caramel, fruity scents such as sweet berries, are among the common scent patterns. Scents follow a more “feminine” pattern while alphas have more “masculine” scents, although gender norms in terms of male or female are more loose in omegaverse as they’re overridden by alpha and omega. Omegas enjoy scenting their partners the most, and it is not specific to sexual settings. Scenting for omegas is an intimate act, and is ingrained from birth. Omegas generally scent their pups, beginning at birth and extending to the offspring’s mating. (So an omega will scent their pup until they have a mate of their own). Generally, omegas scent over the primary scent gland, which is the most major scent gland and the one located in the neck. The primary scent gland is the gland that is the most sacred to an alpha or an omega and is where a mating bite is placed. Betas do not have a primary scent gland. In addition, an omega’s scent intensifies during their heat cycle and may take on a more “pleasant” aphrodisiac note. During pregnancy, the scent is often sweeter.

Side note: Unpresented pups often have a scent like steamed milk, or a milky, soft scent.

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Betas

Betas do not have scent glands, so they do not have individual scents. Occasionally, if a beta is in a relationship with a omega or alpha, it can be emotionally and instinctually satisfying for the partner to let them scent them.

Alpha

Alphas often have hardier scents, such as wood or sawdust (especially more fragrant ones such as pine or cedar), nature scents such as fresh rain, earthy scents such as wet soil or limestone, or crisp scents like ozone. Alphas tend to have “masculine” scents, granted masculine and feminine aren’t particularly solid concepts within the omegaverse as male/female is overridden by the overarching concept of alpha/omega. Alphas can also carry undertones to their scents, for example, an alpha may smell of fresh rain and iron, but carry a sweet scent as well of apples (FFVII Angeal Hewley’s scent in my headcanons). Alphas are territorial and scent their partner as a marking, similar to omegas. Alphas are more likely to scent their partner after mating, a rut, or their partner was around another alpha. 

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[justastraymoa]

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A/B/O fic with Y/n as A and Stray Kids as their O's

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation panic attack description.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Teaser | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Writers Block Spoiler | Chapter 18 | ANNOUNCEMENT | THANK YOU | Chapter 19 | Omega Group Chat Bonus | Chapter 20 (finale) | BONUS JYP Text Chat

A/b/o dynamics and world building ish things

Male pregnancy

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Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

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Something to be Soft for

A/B/O fic OT8 x Y/n. Alpha Chan. Betas Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Han. Omegas Y/n, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N.

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