#OMEG House

[logi1974]

The OMEG House is a historical administrative and residential building in the Namibian coastal town of Swakopmund. It was declared a National Monument of Namibia on 19 September 1975. Otavi Bahnhof - the original station building, build in 1906 and used until 1914 for the export of copper. 

Small symmetrical house with a typical German hipped roof. Together with the Otavi train station, it belongs to the Swakopmund Scientific Society since 1971.  This old goods shed from the early railways is still very well preserved.

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Das OMEG House ist ein historisches Verwaltungs- und Wohngebäude in der namibischen Küstenstadt Swakopmund. Es wurde am 19. September 1975 zum Nationaldenkmal Namibias erklärt. Otavi Bahnhof, das ursprüngliche Bahnhofsgebäude, wurde 1906 erbaut und bis 1914 für den Export von Kupfer genutzt.

Ein kleines symmetrisches Haus mit typisch deutschem Walmdach. Zusammen mit dem Bahnhof Otavi gehört es seit 1971 der Swakopmund Scientific Society. Der alte Güterschuppen aus der frühen Eisenbahnzeit ist noch sehr gut erhalten.

[dirt-str1der]

Ive said it a million times omegaverse power dynamics are worthless uninspired and boring— HOLY CRAP hes standing on a branch like a real bird ...

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Cold World

Title: Cold World

Rating: Mature

Square filled for @spnabobingo​: Touch Starvation

Square filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo​: Sharing a bed

Summary: He’s on cold turkey when it comes to feeling someone touching him genlty.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, hostage situation, touch starvation, injured Dean, implied torture, mentions of abusive relationships (not the reader), fluff, scenting, a/b/o, gentleness

Words: 1,4k

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

A/N: Part 1/2

Two weeks earlier, …

He is shaken. The former strong man lies curled into a ball as he tries to remember how he ended up in this cold basement. Foreign voices taunt and torture him, forcing the usually tough alpha to give up.

“No one is going to come for you,” one of them barks, underlining their words with a kick to the alpha’s chest. He barely reacts as the cold and pain push him toward unconsciousness again. “No one gives a shit on you. Not your pack. Not your pack leader.”

The alpha doesn’t react. He gave up a long time ago.

At first, he believed his pack will find and save him. Now he only wants the pain to end. 

“Stop, the boss said we need him alive...for now,” another voice barks.

The alpha on the ground doesn’t remember how much time has passed. All he knows is that it was too much time.

Now, ...

“Careful,” the alpha whimpers as an unusually soft voice catches his attention. He can’t move or open his eyes. The cold is still in his bones and being held to the cold ground in chains for what feels like ages stole all of his strength. “He needs a rest and warmth. Put more wood into the fire and bring me more blankets.”

“You shouldn’t be alone with that alpha, Y/N,” you sigh as the man on your bed start to whimper again. He’s still shaking from the cold, and you fear, he won’t make it. “Don’t stay here. Come with me.”

“I can’t leave him. He needs me,” while you sit on the bed to carefully run your hand over the alpha’s head, your friend huffs. She means well but knows that you are too stubborn to give in. “Hurry and bring me more blankets.”

“Why are you so obsessed with that alpha? You don’t even like alphas,” she slowly walks toward the door. “What makes him different?”

“I don’t know.” 

Before your friend can stop you from putting yourself in danger, you lie next to the alpha to wrap your arms around his trembling form. He stiffens for a moment and holds his breath. 

“You’re safe with me, alpha,” you whisper while burying your face in his shoulder. “No one is going to hurt you here. You can sleep and heal now. He growls low in his throat as your soothing scent surrounds him. “We are no harm to you.”

“S-afe,” he croaks. 

“Shhh … you need sleep,” you softly coo. “You are not out of the woods. Your injuries need to heal. Your leg is still injured and your ribs are bruised,” he coughs a few times as you run one hand up and down his arm.

“Cold…hurts.”

“I’ll give you some pain meds. Wait.”

“NO!” he gets antsy when you want to let go of him. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone again. Alone…so alone…cold.”

“I’ll stay,” his breathing calms as you rub his arm. “You are safe with me. Warm. No pain.”

“W-hat date is it?” he chokes out while fighting the tears wanting to break free. “Miss?” 

You don’t know how long the pack kept the man hostage in the basement, but you know it must’ve been a while.

Your heart breaks a little when he starts to cry as you tell him it’s December

“Five months,” he sniffs now. “How…?” it’s a struggle for the alpha to form a coherent sentence as he inhales sharply to hold back more tears. 

“How I found you?” he nods. “I was on my morning run with one of my roommates,” you begin. 

“Where are we? Is this still close to Lebanon?”

“I’m afraid not,” you bite your tongue; not wanting the alpha to know you are very far away from Lebanon and his old life. “We live far away from any town. Our house is nestled in the woods, and well-protected.” 

“Why?” he wiggles on the bed groaning as his injured leg still hurts. 

“You see, we are all omegas and betas here. We offer shelter to people in need,” you whisper. “No one is used to having an alpha around. If they are a little shy and tense around you, don’t take it to heart.”

You reluctantly let go of the alpha to leave the bed and get some medicine for him. “Don’t go…no…please,” he whines again.

“I’ll be right back,” you slowly sit up to get off the bed. “I need to give you some pain meds and will get you food.”

“Food,” his stomach rumbles and you chuckle as he slowly lifts his head to look at you. You didn’t recognize it before, but he’s the most handsome alpha you ever saw. 

“Just a minute, alpha.”

“My name is Dean. Dean Winchester.”

“Y/N, Y/L/N.”

“Where am I?”

“My home,” you watch the alpha chew on the last bite of the sandwich you made. “I told you; this is a shelter for…”

“…lost souls?” he looks at the now empty plate. 

“Kinda.”

“You still didn’t tell me where we are,” he looks around your bedroom, frowning as there are bars in front of the only window. “Bars in front of the windows. A shotgun is next to the door. What’s going on here?”

“You’re very…observant,” you hand him a glass of water and pain meds. “The bars are new. Let’s say, some alphas don’t like it when their omega runs from them. We had to make sure the people turning toward us are safe.”

Dean takes the medicine out of your hands. “What did they do?”

“He almost killed me,” you lift your shirt to show Dean a faded scar. “That bastard broke into my house by breaking one of the windows. I’m strong, but a 6ft tall alpha is stronger.”

“You still didn’t tell me how you found me…”

“I was out for my morning jog when we saw two men get out of an abandoned house deep in the woods. My friend and I hid behind a tree and waited for them to leave,” you take the empty plate. “I heard them talk about getting rid of someone.” 

“And you just stormed into the house and got me out?” he furrows his brows. “No offense but you don’t look like the terminator.”

“I called my friends, and I’m not some weak omega you can push around,” you huff as he looks you up and down. “We sneaked inside the house and knocked the only guard out. It took us a while to find you. The others though, they weren’t so lucky…”

“Others?” Dean’s breath hitches in his throat. “I didn’t imagine things. I always thought I imagine the other voice coming from far away…”

“There were two more alphas,” you drop your gaze, shaking your head. One was barely breathing, and we lost him moments after we opened his cell. We tried to reanimate him but it was too late. The second one was dead for at least a day, maybe longer. Whoever your captors were, they wanted all of you dead. How did you end up in that basement, Dean?”

“All I know is that there was this girl at a bar,” Dean tiredly runs one hand down his face. “She flirted with me, and hey, I’m just a man.” He gives you a weak smile. “I was lonely, and she was there.”

“I get it,” you place the plate on the nightstand to run your hand over Dean’s hair. “Do you know why they kept you locked away? It’s the worst for us to not have any kind of contact with another human being. Alphas and omegas are meant to be with each other.”

“You mean touch starvation would’ve killed me,” he huffs. 

“Why did you want to go home with the girl?” you challenge. “Huh?”

“I wanted to have sex.”

“You wanted to touch someone else, Dean. Sex is just a nice side effect. The truth is, we are looking for fast sex to let someone else touch us if we are lonely.”

Dean licks his lips. “The first thing you did was to touch me…gently. You wanted to calm my alpha, didn’t you? Or did you want to get your hands on me.”

“Oh, look,” putting your hands on your hips you eye the alpha warily, “he’s a cocky one, isn’t he?”

“Can you,” he nervously wrings his hands. Dean drops his gaze, too ashamed for the thing he’s about to ask, “touch me again?”

He doesn’t have to ask your twice. You sit on the bed to run your hand over his arm, down to his hand to intervene your fingers with Dean’s. “I’m here for you as long as you need me…”

You allow Dean to bring you into his arms, to hold you gently. He will bury his face in your neck and inhale your scent deeply. “Can I stay here? I know you don’t allow alphas around, but I promise to keep you and the others safe.”

“You can stay as long as you want to…”

>> Part 2

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[omegaversetheory]

Hi, do you have any thoughts how alpha would cope if he had two omegs mates?

he would have his hands full that's for sure! (it doesn't have to be a he, you get the point)

Two Omegas one Alpha

Unlike period cycles, heat cycles don't "sync" up. Which would be both good and bad for the alpha. Good because he wouldn't have to try and satisfy two heat-strung omegas at once, bad because it means he has to be pulling double duty.

Two omegas also mean double the kids potentially, all three people involved in this relationship (even if they aren't poly) need to be aware of that.

The alpha, like anyone in a relationship, would need their space and may find solace with friends, alone/out of the house from time to time. This is normal and is not indicative of their feelings toward both omegas. This is lessened when the omegas also have a romantic/sexual relationship, so the focus isn't always on him and them individually.

There aren't many alphas in a committed relationship with two omegas, which can be isolating.

This situation is more common in packs where the alpha takes many concubines.

Alternatively, this could be expressed as a poly alpha who has two omega partners who each have their own separate lives (i.e they don't all live together), which is freeing and would allow the alpha to set his own pace/cope.

Moral of the story, the more space the alpha has to decompress and wind down the better. Dealing with two anything is a lot!

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#5

So not sure I'll do anything with it but saw an incorrect quotes where Peter was like, tell the bad guys to stop praying for my downfall because they've got it. And I know the author probably meant it as funny but my brain could help but poke at it.

Like what if after Thanos, Tony survives but Peter still faces trial after trial without really ever recovering. But May and everyone just keep pushing him to be Spider-Man because people are counting on him especially with Cap out of commission and Tony missing an arm.

Sam and Bucky are off doing their thing with the military, and Wanda is who knows where so he's left to shoulder the burden, practically alone, as the face of modern superheroes and the leader of the next generation of Avengers. And Tony's his lifeline, supporting him and handling as much of the media crap he could, because Peter's still in HS and you can't really get an away program because you have a secret identity.

But eventually it's too much and Peter just ....collapses. He folds like a house of cards after an interview gone wrong where they go after him for what happened with Mysterio maybe or something else. He's 18 (only because they made him repeat an entire year of HS because of the snap), and doesn't even know if Tony's going to be able to fix the whole MIT thing, and everything is his fault.

Tony finds him curled in a ball crying, and after talking him down from the ledge, realizes the kid needs a break, like a real break. He and Pep are separated and doing the whole co-parenting thing anyway, so it's easy to carry Peter to a jet (and when had he gotten so light), and fly away to a remote location with only an AI and the bots.

May fights it at first but after the first time Peter lashes out and breaks things/ hurts himself, May steps back, because Tony's clearly prepared for a super human meltdown and their little apartment in Queens is most definitely not.

Tony tries to keep any codependency from developing but frankly he's old and lonely and Peter's desperate for someone that doesn't need or want anything from him. Maybe even just for release, someone to tell him what to do and make the choices so he doesn't have to.

And when they finally come home, Peter is smiling again, back at a healthy weight, but he moves in with Tony and stays there. Friday keeps him on a strict schedule, and he goes to Columbia or does MIT virtually but it's Tony he reports to and Tony who absolves him of guilt when being Spider-Man goes wrong. When the guilt eats him up, it's Tony who puts him on his knees and says I decide if it was bad or not, and helps Peter find solid ground again.

Peter confesses his fear to Tony, a few years into their relationship. That the man will die and Peter will follow shortly after because he can't do this without Tony anymore. So Tony digs through his old files, and starts with Cho and extremis, anything to extend his current life. And then he makes a back up. A fully developed AI version of him that could interface with the suits. Just in case plan A fails.

@monster-cock69 this seems up your alley, want a project 🤣

110 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#4

Addicted to Me

Alpha SIM Tony wants Omega Peter for himself. But when the boy resists his advances, he'll use whatever means necessary to bind the Omega to him.

Tags:

Rape, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Superior Iron Man Vol 1. (2015), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Breeding, Cum Addiction, Non-Consensual Drug Use

Thanks @the-mad-starker for being my wonderful Beta!

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Since becoming Superior, Tony had not wanted for much. It was easy to put on a mask, smile at the right time and no one even noticed his eyes went from brown to blue or that he'd practically stopped aging. Nor did the few people he still cared about notice when he spiked their food with a watered down extremis at his birthday party. After Obie, and Killian, after New York, Tony wasn't willing to take chances any more.

And it turned out to be a very good thing after something tried to crash his systems and kill JARVIS. With his link up, he'd been able to initiate a complete shutdown of everything, isolating the threat quickly and with prejudice. The alpha played it off as a hardware failure, working quickly to restore everything even as he tightened his security around his files.

Time passed and Tony continued to shore up his power behind the scenes, schmoozing the right politicians, investing in everything from green energy to education, all the while building his reputation with the public. It was funny how no one noticed that it was only his image he was building, not the Avengers or even SI. He stood back as Rogers and the others drove themselves to ruin in the public opinion until he was the only hero worthy of being venerated with War Machine and the Falcon at his side. And oh had stealing Wilson from Rogers been the feather in his cap.

Now, he stood at the pinnacle of success with everything he wanted. Except for one thing.

Peter Parker.

The little omega had originally popped up on his radar years ago when he had started his Spider-man gig. He had been genuine enough that Tony had sponsored him discreetly, providing a new suite with an AI, ostensibly to help the pup stay out of trouble, but also to monitor him in case he started to stray from the path like so many heroes before him. And yet, as the years passed and the boy finished high school, he never strayed. Tony updated the suit on occasion, and repaired it when the AI deemed it necessary, but otherwise, he simply stood back.

Tony offered him a full ride to a school of his choice as a reward for his good work. Peter tried to turn him down but Tony insisted and in the end, he paid for Peter to attend Columbia. It was the first time in a long time that anyone had even tried to tell Tony no, and it intrigued him.

Unable to stay away, Tony started trying to court the Omega, only to be rebuffed constantly. It would have been insulting if he hadn’t realized that Peter was so shy and not used to Tony’s lavish lifestyle. The alpha changed tactics and started inviting Peter for lab time. Still, the Omega seemed to hold back from the Alpha and that wouldn’t do at all.

So Tony started the next phase of his plan. Omegas were very susceptible to bonding through exposure to Alpha semen, and Tony had synthesized a harmless tranquilizer that he slipped into Peter’s drink when they were working late one night.

“You ok, Pete?” Tony asked, watching as the omega’s eyes drifted closed, only to blink open, then start drifting again.

“Guess I’m just tired, Mr. Stark,” Peter yawned.

“Well, the guest room is always open,” Tony said, doing his best to appear concerned. “I don’t want you trying to swing back to your dorm when you’re this tired but I’m sure I can wake Happy up if you don’t want to stay.”

“No, that’s ok, sir,” Peter was quick to assure him. “The guest room is fine.”

As he escorted Peter up to his penthouse, Tony privately congratulated himself on having had the forethought to offer the room from the start so it wasn’t suspicious to the omega at all.

Tony let the boy get settled, changing into comfortable clothes while waiting for JARVIS to alert him when Peter’s vitals evened out to sleep. Then he slipped into the guest room and closed the door behind him.

“There’s my princess,” Tony murmured, appreciating the view in front of him. Peter lay spread on the bed, having had only enough energy to strip down to his briefs before he passed out on top of the blankets. His creamy skin was flawless and his body was sculpted to perfection thanks to the omega’s special genetics.

Tony stalked closer, letting his fingers brush gently along Peter’s legs before stopping at the briefs. He debated removing them but for today’s plan, it was best to keep things minimal. Instead, he gently re-positioned Peter on his back, then pulled his cock out, bringing himself to hardness quickly. He imagined fucking the omega in all of his holes, stuffing him full until he’s cum drunk and unable to think of anything but Tony.

It didn’t take long for him to empty himself over the omega’s chest. An endosym tentacle formed, scooping up a bit of the cum. Tony gently opened Peter’s mouth, feeding the cum coated strand down his throat while stimulating the outside to ensure it was swallowed. He scooped up more and fed that to Peter as well, his cock thickening again just from the visual.

Tony took his cock in one hand and continued slowly scooping cum to feed to his pretty omega. When he came again, he made sure to add it to the remnants on Peter’s stomach. Then he moved down the bed, running his hands gently over the boy’s briefs. Carefully, he lifted the band away from the boy’s cocklette, though he didn’t remove them.

A strand scooped through the fresh cum and snaked down past the little cocklette and into the omega’s vagina. He was careful not to insert it too deeply, and made sure it was rubbed into the warm wet heat. Another scoop was rubbed in before Tony shifted to stuffing Peter’s ass instead. He threaded a nanite tube deep inside that he fed the remaining cum into. Once it was done, he retracted the endosym, swiping it over Peter’s stomach to remove any traces that were left. Then he rolled Peter back onto his stomach and grabbed a blanket from the foot of a bed and draped it over the omega.

The next morning, Tony saw Peter off, and the omega didn’t act like anything was wrong so Tony considered it a success and started planning his next night. He couldn’t do it every time the omega was over, so he waited another week and a half before Peter stayed late again. Tony was quick to offer a drink and for Peter to stay so they could finish the project they were tackling.

The boy happily agreed, and soon, Tony was ushering him up to bed once more. As soon as the omega was asleep, Tony was back in the guest room. Again Peter was only in his briefs, and Tony couldn’t help but grab a handful of the omega’s firm ass. Then he rolled him over and climbed on top, though he was careful not to put his weight on the omega. He pulled his cock out and dragged the head over the omega’s chest, smearing precum along the whole length of it.

Tony bit back a moan, wishing he could do more, like shove his cock down the omega’s throat or even fuck his thighs, but he knew he’d have to be patient for that. Instead, he quickly finished himself and started feeding his omega.

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134 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#3

Soft as Iron Pt 1

Summary: Tony is known as the hardest, meanest mafia don on the eastern coast. However when he rescues Peter from human traffickers while taking down some rivals, he finds himself becoming soft just for the boy. Based on @dumb-bitch-starker mafia boss Tony being so soft for his baby boy post here and @monster-cock69 Peter falls asleep on Tony's lap while Tony fucks him. (That stuff is in later chapters.)

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Tags: Mafia AU Mob Boss Tony Stark Italian Tony Stark Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mob Typical Violence Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in the past Not with Tony Kidnapped Peter Parker Orphan Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Tony rescues him, Soft Tony Stark Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks

Tony hadn’t been expecting much when he cleared out the traffickers trying to encroach on his space. They were sloppy at best and had drawn unwanted attention to all of the bosses in the area as they kidnapped people that would actually be missed. It was practically a public service to remove them.

“Hey boss, we got a problem,” Happy said, coming up beside him.

“I thought we just took care of the problem, Hap,” Tony retorted.

“Well, yeah, but they had merchandise, boss, and one of them isn’t letting anyone near him without panicking.”

“Alright, not sure what I’ll be able to do but lead on,” Tony said, gesturing lazily.

Tony followed Happy through the warehouse until they came to a series of rooms. Most of them had been emptied and arrangements were being made to get the victims home to their families.

In the corner of one room though, sat a boy who was refusing to get up and go with Tony's men.

"Please, please don't. No more," the boy kept saying as he cried, arms wrapped tightly around his legs as he made himself as small as possible.

"Alright guys, get back," Tony said as he stepped into the room. "Let me take care of this."

Tony walked over to the kid and crouched in front of him.

"Hey kid, can you look at me," Tony asked, his voice as soft as he could make it. "I'm not going to hurt you, promise. My guys are just trying to help." He waited patiently as sniffles slowed and big brown eyes looked into his. "Hey, there we go. Good job, kid. Now, just a few quick questions, ok?"

The boy nodded slowly, and Tony moved over to sit next to the boy, unable to keep squatting comfortably. His suit was going to need a proper dry cleaning but that was ok. He's dirtied them for far less good reasons than helping a kid out.

"Alright, let's start with your name. Do you mind telling me that?" Tony asked.

"Peter, sir. Peter Parker," the boy, Peter, said around sniffles.

"Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Tony Stark." Peter gasped when Tony introduced himself, and the man nodded. "Yeah, that Tony Stark. It's ok though. You have my word neither I nor my men will hurt you. And I always keep my word."

Peter nodded, and Tony was glad he had built his reputation the way that he had. He didn't hurt children or innocents, and he kept his word. Everyone knew that.

"You don't seem to want to get out of here. Can you tell me why?" Tony asked, doing his best to appear casual. The boy looked like he'd spook if Tony so much as raised his voice.

"Please don't make me go back there, sir, please," the kid whispered.

"Go back where, kid?"

"To the group home."

Peter managed to shrink even further into himself as he answered and Tony couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"You're an orphan then, kid?"

"Yes, sir."

"They handed you over, didn't they?" It wouldn't be the first time Tony had heard of it happening. Teenage boys were known for being trouble and running away from group homes even when they were run well. Given the shitty system in place, it would be so easy to hide kidnappings among the missing children.

Peter nodded and flinched when Tony lifted his hand to touch the boy's face.

"Abused you too, didn't they." It was less a question and more a confirmation. Still, Peter nodded and tears welled up in the boy's eyes. Tony felt his chest twinge, even as a flash of rage ran through him. His own father had been an abusive asshole which was why Tony was so strict about the actions of his men and what he would tolerate in his territories.

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146 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

#2

So this was a gift pic for @the-mad-starker by @sausageg It's a lovely pic of their wedding. I kinda imagine Rhodey going "man how'd we end up the ones in the dresses?" while Bruce just shrugs and Tony's just enamored with Peter. Meanwhile Peter thinks Tony looks good in anything, MJ's like, how did you manage this and Ned's just like....it's Peter. We have a cute Dum-e holding the rings and droney spreading the flowers.

161 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Doctor's Orders

Summary: Omega Peter's stress levels have gotten so high that it's starting to affect his physical and sexual health. His primary doctor prescribes sexual release as the treatment, but Peter struggles to reach his orgasm. So he goes to see a specialist, Dr. Stark, to take care of his issue.

Based on this post by @monster-cock69

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Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony, Omega Peter, Intersex, intersex omega, Vaginal Fingering, med kink, Smut

Dr. Stark was a specialist. A specialist of a specialist even, because most doctors who specialized in omegas had secondary roles in pediatrics or maternity, but not Dr. Stark. He specialized in Omegas and their heat cycles, along with Omegan sexual health.

Peter had been lucky to get in with him so quickly. Dr. Strange had referred him after stress from school and finals especially had made it hard to eat, delayed his heat, and made any relief impossible for Peter to find with or without a partner. Peter was terrified something was seriously wrong but Dr. Strange had assured him that Dr. Stark would be able to help him.

Still he couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he waited in the lavish patient room. It was decorated well beyond what Peter ever thought he’d see, but Dr. Stark also took pro bono cases for Omegas in financial situations like Peter’s.

Before he could work himself up too much, there was a firm knock on the door, and then Dr. Stark was letting himself in.

“Mr. Parker, I presume?” Dr. Stark asked, and Peter nodded shyly. “Alright, let’s get straight to it then. My colleague referred you to me because you’ve been having trouble reaching completion, which in turn is causing you a great amount of distress. Would you agree with that assessment?”

“Ye-yes sir,” Peter stuttered. He wasn’t normally so nervous around alphas but Dr. Stark exuded dominance like the Alpha Doms he’d seen in porn. It was nerve wracking despite the fact that the doctor hadn’t done anything yet.

“No need to be nervous or embarrassed, Mr. Parker,” Dr. Stark said, his tone noticeably gentler. “I’m just here to help.”

“But what if you can’t help me?” Peter whispered, terrified of the answer.

“I won’t give up if you don’t, and I have yet to have a patient I wasn’t able to help,” Dr. Stark responded firmly. “It might take unconventional methods, and it’s going to require that you trust me to do what’s right for you, but I promise we’ll get this figured out.”

Peter nodded, his eyes glued to the floor as his hands picked at his clothes nervously. He heard Dr. Stark sigh and then hands were gently pulling his face up, forcing him to look at the alpha.

“I mean it, Peter, I will fix this,” Dr. Stark said. Peter blinked away tears and nodded. The alpha seemed so confident and sure. He could only hope he was right.

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The first thing Tony always did with a new patient was find out what had already been tried. It was embarrassing and uncomfortable for every omega at first, but typically, it was easy to spot what the problem was just from their history. Whether they weren’t leaning enough into their sexual preferences or were on the spectrum for ace/aro, Tony had become the expert at determining the source of their frustration and then how to manage it. Sometimes, that meant new toys or positions to try. Other times, it meant meds to help their bodies remain healthy without any pressure for sex.

Peter Parker was an anomaly. The boy had quickly made it clear that he had tried sex with partners of every secondary gender, in a variety of positions, and even during heat, only to find little to no relief.

“Mr. Parker, I must say, you’re one of the first Omegas I’ve had where the problem wasn’t immediately apparent, but that just means we’re going to get creative,” Tony said, giving the kid a reassuring grin. “Now, do me a favor, clothes off and hop up on the table for me, will you? I’d like to do a physical to make sure everything is in working order before we start exploring therapy options.”

The omega hesitated for only a moment before stripping off his clothes and climbing onto the table.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I can call one of the beta nurses in,” Tony offered but the boy quickly shook his head. That wasn’t uncommon. Most people were barely comfortable with Tony knowing they had problems, let alone more people from the office. “Alright, I’m going to check your physical responses to stimuli, so just relax, close your eyes, and try to feel.”

Tony waited for the boy to follow his instructions, then waited a few moments longer until the tension slowly eased.

“I’m going to touch your foot now,” Tony said softly before reaching out. The omega still jumped a little, but he soon relaxed under Tony’s soft massage.

To an outsider, what Tony was doing would just look like a relaxing rub down, but he was actually looking for sensitive spots that triggered a reaction in the Omega, whether squirming or slicking. Anything that might indicate sexual or sensual pleasure.

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Peter had jumped at the doctor’s first touch, but the more the doctor touched him, the more he relaxed. The hands on his legs felt nice until they reached his thigh, and then he had to fight not to push into the alpha’s touch. Dr. Stark must have noticed though because his hands paused.

“It’s important to let your body react however it wants to, Peter,” Stark said softly. “I need to know that you’re able to feel pleasure properly.”

Peter nodded and the hands continued. This time, Peter didn’t stop himself from sighing and pushing into the hands.

“There we go, you’re doing excellent,” Stark said.

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changes hurt | part 4.

Summary: (Y/N) has always been one of the stronger Alphas. Which is saying something when the Avengers is a team overrun with Alphas. A mission gone wrong changes her entire world and when everyone starts treating her different, she doesn’t know if she can cope. Change hurts and (Y/N)’s not sure it’s a pain she cant bear.

Warnings for the Series: strong language, angst, fluff, assault, a/b/o dynamics, sexual content (not sure if there will be smut or just talks, leaning more to just talks but since I don’t know, let’s just say 18+ readers only)

Pairing: Steve x black!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The waitress’ shoulders relaxed and she grabbed a mug for herself. You ate and listened to her tell her life story. When it became clear you weren’t trying to make a move on her but just wanted the company, she opened up a lot. Your phone rang and after the fourth one she looked down at it on the table.

“I think someone wants you.”

With an audible sigh, you picked up the phone. “I thought I said don’t need me tonight?”

You bit back a smile at the fact the waitress shrunk a little bit into the booth. You weren’t trying to scare her— the bite in your voice was solely for the person on the other end of the call—  but the fact that your Alpha voice was somewhat still there made you feel better.

“Relax, hothead,” Nat screamed into the phone. “We’re all at the club. Maurice on 33rd.”

“Don’t need your help bagging someone for the night. Not interested.”

“Have fun with us!”

“I said not interested.”

“But—”

“Nat, I’m already in a bed and you’re interrupting.”

You knocked on the table just to mimic some noise. The waitress across from you knocked in time to yours and made a few breathy gasps.

“Oh, oops— no she’s already with someone— (Y/N)? We’ll be out till like four if you finish early. Bye.”

Nat hung up quickly, not wanting to interrupt you anymore. You set the phone back on the table and grabbed your coffee mug after the waitress poured another cup.

“Thank you,” you said with a sip.

“What’s so bad you’re in a diner instead of a party?”

“Nothing, just tired of them trying to set me up with someone. Needed a quiet night.”

“Well you picked the wrong night for that.”

You both laughed.

“Empty diner seems pretty perfect to me.”

She raised her mug in a touche and drank. You pushed the rest of your plate towards her, figuring that she hadn’t eaten since whenever her last break was. She took gratefully. You were given another side-eye until you reached for your phone to text Bruce. You didn’t blame her. It was natural to be suspicious of an Alpha this late at night on party night. You weren’t making a move on her but it made sense she was still a little weary, thinking you were going to try something. The little bell on the door rang and you and the waitress turned your heads. A guy walked in wearing the same uniform as her. Her face lit up as she tossed him the notepad.

“Well, my shift is over. It was nice talking to you. Made the end of my shift a lot of fun.”

She walked out the diner and you sat back in your seat. As she walked out, others walked in. The second round of partying was over for the night and people were stumbling in to fill their stomachs before going out for round three. More Alphas than Betas or Omegas piled in and you were getting uncomfortable.

No one paid you any attention. Of course not, you still smelled like an Alpha and despite all the laughs with the waitress, you hadn’t broken a sweat. But you were paying attention to the rest of them. So you flagged down the now very busy waiter and paid your bill, leaving him a pretty generous tip to split with the waitress.

The street already smelled to no surprise. You wished people learned to close their windows. Top floor apartment building never remembered until it was time to sleep. They should learn to keep their stink in their own house. You needed another place to go. All the diners were probably just as full but if one was packed with Betas and Omegas more than Alphas, you could deal with that. The diner you stopped by was close to Maurice where the team was.

Maurice was a popular spot of the Avengers. You knew the area well enough, another diner was a little bit past the club. Was it likely to have Alphas? Probably, but there should have been a third diner just across the street so you might as well just check them both out. You pulled out your phone to check if the diner across the street was twenty-four hours, you couldn’t remember.

A shout got your attention followed by lots of growling. A second whimper and the scared pheromones of an Omega wafted past your nose. A smell you recognized having just spent several hours with her. You booked it down the street and into the backroad where the smell grew stronger. The waitress was being dragged along by several Alphas further into the alley— she tried to dig her shoes into the ground but only ended up stumbling over her own two feet. You growled as best as you could. Most of your Alpha actions came from memories of it rather than you actually being able to do them naturally. The group stopped and looked at you. This wasn’t a time to sound semi-reasonable. So you puffed up your chest and stalked towards them.

“What do you think you’re doing with my Omega?” you snarled.

“Don’t smell a claim on her,” one of them said. “Not yours.”

“But we’d consider sharing,” another said and the others laughed.

You looked down like you were thinking before winding your fist back and connecting it with his face. The man held his jaw and looked at you. Everyone else got quiet.

“What the fuck, man?”

“I said she’s mine.”

The biggest of them stepped up to you. “We found her first. Stand down.”

“Find another.”

You both started snarling. His voice boomed as he commanded you to stand down. It scared you shitless as you felt a shift. Everything was screaming to not just relent but to also submit. You thought about the waitress shivering in fear nearby and willed whatever Alpha memories you had left to help you out just once. You held a fist up.

“You want a broken jaw to match your friend’s?”

The man grumbled and shook his head out. “Not worth it. Damn, you’re one tough Alpha. God bless whoever’s fucking stuck with you.”

He and his friends laughed as they let the waitress go. They walked off, one of them patting you on the shoulder.

“Don’t know which would be better, don’t think an Alpha could even deal with that broad and an Omega…”

You didn’t hear the end of what he said but judging by the way they all laughed it was clearly a joke at your expense. The waitress was still trembling against the alley wall. You helped her to her feet. She started thanking you over and over again, mentioning how she’s never had that problem before. You took off your jacket and wrapped it around her and zipped it up.

“Go straight home.”

She buried herself in the scent of the jacket and nodded. You sighed against the wall as you heard her feet walk off. Looking down at the phone still in your hand, you went back to what you were doing seeing that the diner was actually closed. You pulled up Google to check what other diners were closed and open, feeling like you seriously needed a drink after what just happened. A hand on your shoulder made you jump before relaxing when you looked up to see it was just Steve. Now that your adrenaline was gone, his scent actually hit you.

“(Y/N)? You absolutely reek, what the hell?”

Steve was caught off guard. You didn’t stay around long enough after sex with people to smell strongly of them and you rarely let them sniff your scent glands or even give you a hickey but the scent was so obvious. You could smell your own scent on you. Without the injection and after that stupid Alpha standoff, your pheromones were stinking up the alleyway. The only good the suppressants were doing at the moment was making sure you wouldn’t get pregnant— the whole event had you producing more pheromones than the medicine could block from emitting.

“Bunch of Alphas trying to mess with an Omega.”

Steve grimaced. “I hate that people think they do whatever they want just because of presentation.”

“Found her before anything happened. Gave your jacket though, sorry.”

“Don’t be, based on how you stink she probably needed it. At least she’ll get home safe. Can’t say much for you now. Seriously, (Y/N). You reek like hell.”

“She was scared shitless.”

“Tilt your head.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me, Steve?”

“It’s bad. You step out of here and they’ll all be on you. Temporary scent, just for protection. I can barely smell you past her scent.”

“I can take care of some trouble. You act like I’m not an Avenger.”

“We don’t need you giving third degree burns to every drunk Alpha or Beta that tries to cross you.”

“Steve.”

“(Y/N).”

His eyes were narrowing and you knew he was about to do another standoff. You couldn’t handle another one. You were already smelling so much that if you lost— which you were sure you would— then another wave of pheromones would roll off of you and there wasn’t an Omega in the alley to blame it on. The little of your Alpha scent from your clothes wasn’t going to mean anything. You sighed as if you were annoyed and tilted your head back, exposing your neck to him.

“Don’t leave a hickey.”

He laughed against your neck and went back to sniffing and kissing the delicate area. He only sniffed and left light kisses so as not to leave a mark at your request. Steve pulled back and sniffed the air. It was still there but he smelled himself a little bit. He wasn’t satisfied that it would be enough.

“Come on.”

He threw an arm around you and led you to Maurice and into the club where the rest of the team was sitting at a booth. Their heads snapped up as you two walked up to them. Bruce and Sam tried to keep a calm face while communicating with eyes and eyebrows to you.

“I’m taking (Y/N) home. She saved some Omega in the alley.”

Bruce nodded. “It’s probably best, no offense but you smell of them, (Y/N/N).”

“Thanks, Bruce. Last time I try to be nice for others.” You played off of him like everything was normal.

The other Alphas at the table growled and your attention was turned to a different place. Some random stranger— smelling strongly of Alpha— was eyeing you with a dark glint in his eye while you talked to them. Steve’s arm went back to wrap around you. Rather aggressively, he nudged your head back and began sucking at the spot on your neck where the scent glands were— staring at the other man the whole time, not blinking. Without bringing attention to himself, Sam pulled at your hand when he noticed your eyes threatening to close and knees ready to buckle. You were brought back into the moment and remembered to not give in to whatever your dumb Omega senses wanted from the Alpha currently with their lips all over your neck. You had to think of other things because if you focused too much on the semi-sexual moment, extra pheromones would start to emit and that would be the biggest mistake you could make.

The man finally looked away. Steve had to force himself to pull back from you, the scent of that Omega you saved unexpectedly was driving him a little crazy— he liked the way it smelled, kind of like your Alpha scent but with something else added. He looked at your neck and swiped at the wet spot he left behind with his thumb.

“Sorry, I couldn’t think of anything else.”

“It’s fine. Don’t know if I can show my face around here though, everyone now probably thinks I’m some weak Omega… no offense,” you said to Bruce and Wanda.

Bruce shrugged without a care knowing you were projecting extra to save yourself. Wanda didn’t take it to heart— knowing you loved her— but you noticed the slight fall of her face. It was one thing for everyone to think and feel some type of way but with two very capable Omegas on the team, no one liked to really say anything too insulting towards the dynamic. Everything you guys said was about the dynamic in general and never had anything to do with any Omega or Beta under SHIELD. But words on the wrong night could definitely sting. Everyone else chuckled a bit at your face.

“I think I should get home.”

The others agreed that would be best and you and Steve started out the club and home to the tower. The incident wasn’t brought up the entire way back. With not just Steve’s scent but his physical presence there, no one bothered you on the way.

“I thought I said to stop working late,” you chuckled as you entered the lobby to see Roseanne.

Like Sam and Bruce, her eyes widened at the smell but she fixed her surprise quickly.

“Is that a command?”

“Don’t test me.”

You two laughed. Roseanne clicked a couple of keys and sent an email before bending down to throw Steve’s other leather jacket you had kept down there at you. Steve just chuckled.

“That’s where you hid the other one. Thought I could trust you, Roseanne.”

She gave him a sarcastic salute. You handed the jacket back to Steve. It was useless to you now that the smell had worn off of it. Roseanne typed something else and then took a risk to ask.

“So you two?”

“Nothing like that,” you said as you drummed your hand against the counter. “Needed some help.”

You cringed at that realizing it sounded exactly like what was being insinuated.

“A different kind of help… you know what, night. See you later, Roseanne.”

You sped away from the desk. Steve barely caught the elevator as you pressed the button for your floor.

“You really hate people thinking something’s going on,” he said with a chuckle. “Would it really be that bad?”

“You’re probably great in bed, Steve. Don’t care to find out.”

He put a hand over his heart and pretended to sob.

“Look at us, two headasses in the bedroom is what it would be.”

“It’s cause you’re stubborn as hell.”

“Me?” You turned to face him.

“Yes, you,” Steve said. “You’d be the nightmare not me.”

“Oh please, you’d love it.”

“The sex? Yeah, maybe. Your goddamn mouth running the whole time? I don’t know.”

“Everyone else thinks it’s great.”

“Other Alphas?” He asked as the elevator doors opened.

“Eh, depends on who’s submitting that night.”

“Let me guess, usually them.”

“Right on the money.”

You headed towards your room and Steve kept following. You were friends so of course he would but somehow you expected him to stop at his door. It felt intimidating that he wanted to come into your space. You hadn’t even cleaned up the room in a way that you would want him to see— immediately you cursed yourself for even thinking that.

“Too bad you’ll never find out for yourself,” you teased to try and bring your Alpha self back.

“Nothing stopping you.”

“Not interested in being compared to Sharon.”

“Why are you two so opposed to each other?” He leaned against your doorway now that you guys had reached it.

“She has it out for me.”

“You don’t make it easier… but you’re right, I’ll talk to her.”

“No you won’t, Captain. That’s sure to make it worse. It’s just a little dispute. We were both training together long before you thawed out the ice. Same scores, same everything. I said I wasn’t interested in Avengers, was supposed to be a standard field agent on the international team with a nice set up in the tropics. And then something woke up my powers and it would’ve been stupid to not be on the team. Nick didn’t even give us time to talk, just replaced her with me.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Of course not. Why would your little girlfriend tell you that?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“You two go back to each other so often, might as well be. Just bond already.”

“Not interested in bonding with just anyone.”

“Right, high standards.”

“Not that high.”

Steve pushed past your doorway to sit down in your sitting area. He was tired of standing in the doorway. You scoffed at his statement and went to the little kitchenette to grab a drink. You fished out two beers since you cut his partying and drinking short by having to take you home. Steve quickly stood up while you were at the fridge to take off his shoes and put them at the door, remembering you had a thing about the team dragging their outdoor shoes through your space. He stretched out on the couch, noting only one pillow was there instead of the usual pile. He accepted the beer. You sat on the other side of the couch and put your feet on his lap.

“Mr. Golden Boy, your standards are higher than this tower.”

“Not that high. I’ve met a few people that meet them.”

“Peggy doesn’t count. I meant someone from this decade you still have a chance with.”

“Wasn’t talking about Peggy,” he said with a swig of the beer. His eyes were on yours.

“Not this again.”

Steve laughed. “I remember you liking me when I first thawed out. Even remember a nice kiss after the Battle of New York.”

“Then you left for D.C. and started kissing all over Sharon.”

“It was a rut, she was there.”

“I don’t really care who you sleep with Cap, just not dealing with Sharon’s shit,” you said with a shrug.

You guys kept talking and you became super comfortable covered in his scent. You set down the empty beer on the table and laid back even more, both drowsy and tipsy. Steve was obviously fine and still in the mood to keep conversation going, partially because he wanted to stay longer. There was something intoxicating to him about the idea that your whole space smelled like nothing but him— he felt himself wanting to stay longer and really solidify his mark there.

“If I did want to bond though…”

You were too tired to watch yourself, both the Omega cells and Alpha memories were speaking at the same time. Neither winning, and everything spilling out.  

“Not saying I’d do it, but maybe I’d think about it… still don’t like Sharon.”

He laughed and looked over at you, noting your eyes were closed. Steve shook your foot a bit and you didn’t wake up. Instead, your foot just moved trying to shake off whatever was touching it. He set down his drink and got up. Steve adjusted you in his hold so he could carry you upstairs to your bed. His eyes were glued to where your tight leather shorts stopped. There was a bruise growing around a pinprick mark— even though it hurt a bit, you stabbed the same area to avoid having lots of needle marks especially in visible places. Steve would suggest you go to medical when you wake up tomorrow but you were peaceful in his arms and he didn’t want to bother you now. He deposited you gently on your bed and pulled the covers over you.

Against his better nature, he let his fingers brush against your neck where he had been kissing it. He quickly pulled his hand away when you sighed at the touch— it wasn’t his intention to wake you up. He started to walk away when his eye was drawn to your nightstand. Steve was staring at the empty syringe there. It was the same as the one he had found by your bag in the safe house when he went to pack up the jet. You had screamed at him to not touch your shit and snatched the bag away from him quickly. He shook his head from any bad thoughts. It wasn’t his place to speculate anything. The only evidence he had was the fact he had seen two syringes near your stuff. None of it meant anything.

The late morning came and you were still asleep when he knocked on the door. He didn’t try again, figuring he could handle getting you your coffee order without needing you there. If Roseanne was at the receptionist desk, he would have leaned over to check if you had any of his other jackets stored behind there. But it wasn’t Roseanne, it was another employee. One he didn’t know well at all so he just left the lobby.

The walk to the diner was very noisy— it was New York City, it was always noisy. The little bell jangled and Steve walked straight to the bar seating and ordered the drinks from the young Alpha manning the little coffee station. He leaned against the counter while he waited for your elaborate drink to be finished.

“Excuse me?” a small voice asked.

Steve looked up from his phone to see a woman in front of him with a leather jacket folded over her arms. She picked at the jacket and when Steve didn’t say anything she decided to continue.

“This is yours, I think, or your friend’s. Um, (Y/N)? She kind of saved my life last night. She left her stuff in the jacket and the wallet had the address for Avengers Tower but the tag says Steve Rogers. I was headed to return it but saw you in the window.”

She held out the jacket. Steve took it, honestly not expecting to get it back. It was nice that there was still hospitality in the world. His scent was off of it for sure. That didn’t surprise him. A scared Omega and based on how it had covered you, his jacket stood no chance from the incident. Since he was only wearing a button down, Steve put on his jacket.

“Well thank you for the return and I hope you got home saf—” he stopped as he adjusted his collar.

The woman thanked him for his concern and assured that she made it okay. She even said something about Steve should tell you to stop by the diner again on her next shift but he wasn’t paying attention to any of it. The scent on the jacket didn’t match the one from the incident. He stuck a hand in the pocket and pulled out the contents. They were all yours. The woman had given him the correct clothes. Discreetly, he took a sniff. The Omega in front of him smelled everything like the jacket and nothing like the scent of last night. That was a smell he couldn’t forget, not when you were drenched in it when he found you in the alley. But now that scent was nowhere to be found— the really sweet smell of apple butter, bark, and roasted coffee beans that you normally carried plus that one added scent of fresh linen that he never smelled before. None of that was lingering despite the fact the Omega you saved was standing so close to him.

“You’ll do that?” the woman asked and shook Steve out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Tell her my next shift is in a few days. Starts at four, food’s on me.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll tell her.”

She bounded away with excitement. The barista handed Steve the two cups of coffee. He grabbed them and headed out the door. The whole walk back and even in the elevators Steve couldn’t help but smell the jacket, trying to get a grasp of the scent he felt like he was craving from last night. He gave up as the doors opened to his floor. Steve paused when he saw Bruce standing at your door holding two boxes.

“Hey, Bruce.”

The scientist almost jumped as he saw Steve.

“Hey, Cap.”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t know,” Bruce lied. “It’s a package for (Y/N), they accidentally dropped it off at my lab. My name’s on it but the address was hers. Some sort of mix up.”

“Just walk in, she’s still asleep. We kind of stayed up when we got back.”  

Bruce nodded and adjusted the heavy box to reach for the door. The smaller package fell from the box. Both he and Steve leaned down to pick it up. The top of the box still in Bruce’s hand shifted, the lid sliding off. Steve set his coffee on the ground to pick up the box top and hand it back to the scientist. His hand stopped as he looked in the box. Lots of unmarked labels and a ton of needles. Steve’s jaw clenched thinking about what he saw earlier.

“Wait.” He stopped Bruce. “Let her sleep more, we need a team meeting.”

“Shouldn’t we wake (Y/N)?”

“Meeting’s about (Y/N).”

Bruce got nervous as he followed Steve back into the elevators. He clutched the box tightly as Steve informed FRIDAY to call everyone but you into the dining room.

(Part 5)...

[lucky-komainu]

So anyway, aside from Andromeda Star, I’m obesessed with Cookie Run: Kingdom and occasionally Ovenbreak.

I play on all three servers if you’d like to join.

First two are OCs of my buddy Omegs, and last one is my cookie in reg gear and Vanilla Kingdom attire when he isn’t melting in his house.

 I guess he’s just Candy Corn Cookie because I’m unoriginal.

[threenorth]

Okay doaky...

Mom, pink.

My mom, you made the best with what you had, but now this mouldy house is impacting my mental health.

(ramble)

as I cant go to the gym with 25 percent down on the peakflow the breathing specialist left the practice and my appointment went from Oct to December...

I need to get out but I'm still on the same salary hopefully soon (21st) my presnation goes good and I can get a salary bump, and if not asking my psych about a longer acting adhd drugs to help me power through the mba catch up...

Hugo, pale pink,

I tried that once I said we could even try act like two different people if that's what you want... But in the end my mental health still was getting the best of me, but that wasn't enough for her at the time. She always wanted nothing but the best... And I don't blame her. My advice is to take them as they come, but don't forgert about your own emotional availability... Even if you don't understand your own feelings... Oh Alexithymia I hate you.

Aerus, I miss our videocalls, I miss your laugh and smile, but I think I miss when yourd look at me with those eyes like no one else has.

Robert, pale pink. You were always my first option, but I made an excuse, that's when I knew I was loosing you and you told me to stay away.

Billy, red.

I told you, I'm only happy with you... And only you.so my someone is newer you. Or... Technically older you?

No name, turquoise.

Thanks for showing me my path back home to your arms.

Gray, Tangerine.

V October, you got it.

Lauren, pale pink.

You will always be the one of everything to my two or second.

Charlie, turquoise.

I had no idea how to express my emotions.. I am still working on that but now I have a feeling wheel... but it was definitely love and happiness... Inside and out...

Omeg! (omega end? Greek)

Easy come easy go, loves fragile...but I'll find you again, I found you once, and I'll do it again for the love of my life... And maybe sliver screen rommace.

K, light grey.

Where?

*prepares to write place *

Mentally in love? Yes.

Physically in Durango - little risky... Can we try something sea-level like maybe Seattle or Renton Washington area?-yes.

Emotionally, as best I can be...yes.

And maybe sexually, yes I want to make you.. I'll save that for maybe after on cranky.

Quentin, red.

I don't know how 'I' did it as I wasn't thinking straight, with poor mental health. You must have at least had experience with this... To know my words and what I would really do, the whole... When someone pushes you away... That's when they need you the most...

Ramon, black.

There's always more time.

[itsdespicablebre]

I am almost certain I am turned off by greek organizations or any organization that involves some sort of "training" or "pledging" period to get in because I coulda swore in the third grade I witnessed a self-demeaning "hazing ritual" outside my home late one night. My next door neighbors at the time usually would always have people over (they were a big family) and they we're usually loud.

However, this night was different. There were these four women in these white t-shirts and they were being facilitated by this older woman to hold hands in a line, skip sideways around the cul de sac, and sing "The Brady Bunch" theme song. Except, instead of saying "we are the Brady bunch" they had to say "we are the chicken heads". Now, I understand thinking about it now and just reading it, it does sound funny. However, my gut told me that something was...off. It also didn't help that the neighbors children whom I was friends with, eyes would go wide and say "Oh...we can't tell you what they were doing.." And get uncomfortably quiet when I asked them "who were those people?" And "why were they doing that?"

I'm not specifically saying that this organization was a GREEK organization but it was an organization of some sort. And the whole situation just made me uncomfortable.

PS: I know not every greek org hazes but I personally believe it would be foolish of us to think that the act of hazing just doesn't happen anymore

[kittydripuwu]

Hello omegeee I'm so happy when I found your request open T____T. Can I request for Chuuya x female s/o fic angst to fluff or slight/implied nfsw in the end(if its okay to you , if not it fine hihi) where S/o is a civilian and got hostage, hurt, or kidnap what ever u like and then chuuya found out and gone rage mode and save her after that he tells her that he blame himself for getting her in trouble or hurt. Omege I know it's too much u can change few things. Thank youuu in advance. Sending virtual hearts and hugs

thank you for ur request <3 i rlly enjoyed writing this one, hope you like it :)

i'll protect you | chuuya x fem!reader

word count - 1211

warnings - some angst, abit of violence, swearing, implied nsfw at the end

genre - angst, fluff

it was a nice and warm day outside, and you had decided to go out. after it raining for the last 3 days, you needed some air. chuuya left to work early and you were going to walk around yokohama and maybe do some shopping. you were feeling good about yourself, wearing a nice outfit and just listening to music as you walked.

you were walking by an alleyway, when someone grabbed you by the arm and dragged you towards them, causing you to fall into the alley. you looked up to see a young looking guy in a hoodie. before you were able to ask him who he was and what he wanted, two more guys ran up behind you. the guy in the hoodie kneeled down to your level and grabbed your face with his hands.

"don't say a word, and we won't hurt you" he said.

you were scared, you have no idea what would happen to you. you tried to think of a way to get away but you were cornered in this dead-end alleyway, with 2 guys blocking your way out. you thought that maybe if you tried to run really fast, you could have made it and ran away. as you were about to stand up and make a run for it, one of the guys grabbed your wrists and tied them together from the back.

you were scared to yell, what would they do to you? if only chuuya was here.. you thought.

soon enough, you heard a car pull up on the street which the alley was looking out on. they put tape over your mouth, making sure you don't yell, and dragged you inside the car. the drive was awful, you had no idea what was going on, you were trying to struggle against the ropes but it only resulted in one of the guys, slapping you, hard, right on your cheek. it hurt, you felt a stinging sensation and began to cry.

soon, you were brought into a house, quite secluded, in a small forest. you were placed into a room, and locked in there, with no phone or bag.

meanwhile, chuuya was pretty much done for the day, it was around 6 pm and he had nothing else to do for mori that day so he decided he would call you to check if you were home, or if you were out so he could meet you wherever you were.

the kidnappers had taken your phone. you heard it ring and tried to struggle or make any sort of noise, but of course, no one would have helped you.

"ah its the fucking bastard calling" you heard one of the guys speak to the others.

"watch him get all sad and worried about her"

"he killed my older brother, so this is what he fucking gets. soon, his precious little girlfriend will be as good as gone to him"

"do you think he'll find us here?"

"nah man, we're in the middle of a fucking forest, how would he find us here"

they all began to laugh. these were distant conversations you were hearing coming from your kidnappers, meanwhile, you had tears flowing from your eyes, and you were consumed by fear. why did they take you? why YOU?

when you weren't replying to chuuya, he began to panic, he knew you always had your ringer on, so why couldn't you answer? what had happened? where were you?

oh wait. he remembered that he had your location on his phone. you shared your location with each other so you could always know if either of you were in trouble. he opened the location app and it showed that you were in a forest, not far from where he was.

when he got there, he heard men's voices, but no sign of yours. he felt rage building up inside him. he was gonna beat the fuck out of whoever laid a hand on you. he kicked the door down, only to see 3 guys standing around a table.

"where the fuck is y/n" he said, sounding angrier than ever.

the guys began to laugh.

"follow me" he said, leading chuuya to the room which you were tied up in.

he opened the door to reveal you tied up, crying, unable to speak due to the tape on your mouth.

"fuckers" he muttered under his breath right before one of the guys tried to hit him with what looked like a bat.

chuuya instantly knocked the guy unconscious.

"dont you ever fucking think of laying a hand on my girl ever again" he said as he easily took out one more guy.

the last one was left, pointing a gun at chuuya. this made chuuya laugh.

"you really think you're scaring me?" chuuya said, laughing.

"you fucking killed my brother, and you're going to pay" said the man, as he shot twice at chuuya, only to find out that, it didn't hit him.

"what the fuck?" he said, trying to shoot again.

"gravity manipulation" chuuya said calmly, as he kicked the bullets right back to the guy who shot him.

he then ran back into the room that you were in to untie you and take the tape off your mouth.

"babe im so sorry" he said apologetically as you threw yourself into his arms, burying your face into his neck.

he hugged you tightly as he heard your sobs, letting you cry into his shoulder.

"baby, did they hurt you?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.

"n-no but they did slap me" you replied in between sobs. you instantly felt chuuya tense up.

"those fuckers" he muttered.

"i'm so sorry baby, i should have come earlier" he added.

"n-no please chuuya, i-its not your fault, please can we go home" you said, trying to calm him down.

"yeah let's get you home" he replied and walked out of the house.

when you got home, chuuya let you clean yourself off and change while he brought you a glass of water and something to eat. after you showered, you saw chuuya waiting for you on the bed. he was sitting up against the pillows, waiting for you to crawl into his arms. and when you did, he hugged you tightly, made sure you knew that you were safe with him.

"i'm sorry love" he said as he gently rubbed your back, feeling you melt in his arms.

"please don't apologize, there's nothing you could have done earlier, i'm just glad to be back in your arms" you said, still trembling a little from earlier. you began to trace little patterns on his bare chest with your finger.

"i'll make sure it never happens again baby, i'll protect you better from now on" he said.

"you're so adorable when you talk to me like that" you said, giggling.

chuuya tilted your chin upwards and kissed you to shut you up before you said anything else.

"don't go running that pretty little mouth now baby, we can save that for later mkay?" he said while moving so that he was right on top of you.

the moment he pinned your hands above your head, you knew what you had coming for you, and you knew, you were going to have one hell of a night.

[morimallow]

You Smell Like Another Omega

Summary: Koutarou was wasted. They were out drinking last night to celebrate their promotion in the company they're working at headed by the one and only party head, Tetsuro Kuroo. Insecurities crept in and you assumed he's having an affair with someone. Having a hangover, all he wanted was to hold you in his arms but you just had to accuse him. Feeling irritated, Koutarou left the house to have some peace of mind, afraid that he would say horrible things to you. But when he came back..

Walking back to the house, Koutarou was so into thinking on how he should apologize to you he just caught a whiff of your sweet smell when he opened the gates. Your scent was stronger.

He ran up to your shared room and he saw you touching yourself while crying his name in the middle of a pile of his clothes, hoping that the smell would ease your neediness. You were in heat.

Running up to you so he could place you on the bed, you screamed, “Don't come near me!” Your eyes and nose were red because you've been crying since he left the house.

Dejection and pain were visible in his face, you couldn't care less. “But, honey, how.. how can I relieve you if you won't let me touch you?” He tried to approach you again and you threw one of his shirts at him. “How could you relieve me—let alone touch me— when you smell like another omega?!”

Feeling lost, he took a quick shower just enough to get rid of that omega's smell so you could finally let him touch you and not prolong your agony.

As he opened the door, you jumped on him, immediately latching yourself onto him and he was quick to support your firm bottom.

Placing your forehead against his, your hot breath fanning his face, he quickly claimed your lips as he slowly backed you up against the wall.

His tongue swirled inside your mouth with yours, moans filling the room. Kou latched his lips on the sensitive part of your neck and you moaned his name, “Koutarou, please.. I need you inside me. A-ahh—”

“Say less,” he replied as he kissed your lips once again while his hand was guiding his dick to your entrance.

Feeling his hot and thick dick enter you, you can't help but to let out a loud moan as you drag your nails across his back. “You fill me up so good, K-Kou..”

Gripping your hips, he guided you to the bed to continue railing you, slowly satisfying your needs as an omega in heat. You squeezed him the moment he placed you on the bed, “Fuck, stop. Don't wanna cum too soon, babe.”

He thrusted in and out of you, making you moan in so much pleasure and made you grip the sheets too hard. “Koutarou.. Kou! Cum inside me, please!” you pleaded, pulling his head down for a heated kiss.

Plopping his elbows on either side of your head to support his weight, he pounded into you harder that made you cream his dick.

Still riding out your orgasm, he continued ramming your wet cunt and he whispered, “Call me alpha.” It was always his request but you never really did it.

But in the heat of the moment, the word just came out of your mouth, “Alpha Koutarou, a-aah!”

You screamed as intense pleasure and pain dominated your body. Several ropes of cum was deep inside your womb and the tip of his dick became bigger. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..”

He knotted inside you. And the both of you couldn't move. Just heavy breathing and slight winces when Kou moves even just a bit. Your heat ended.

He sighed and placed his head on your chest, “Baby, I'm not cheating on you. Some unmarked omega tried to rub his scent on me but I pushed him, I swear! I wanted to go home to you because being with you is already a celebratory party for me—”

He heard you snore. He laughed lightly.

“I'll just sleep on you if you don't mind, I won't get my dick out for a few hours,” he said more to himself and kissed your forehead before falling into a slumber.

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[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

secret baby ch5

(sorry for the long wait. i rember someone said that they were missing hawks so i tried to put him back in. unfourtanatly he cant really really be here yet, it just dosent fit. suggestions ideas are welcome.)

The first month Dabi is in his apartment is full of doctors appointments and getting used to the silence of living alone.

“Almost 6 months along now, how are you feeling?” Nurse Joy asks him at one of his appointments. She’s spreading a cold gel on him for another ultrasound. This one Dabi gets to take home and put on his fridge. He’s going to have to order some sort of cute stork magnets to hold it on there.

“Tired mostly, I’m also noticing like a tickle? Is that normal? Is she just kicking? I thought that wasn’t supposed to start yet.”Dabi stands up and stretches as best as he can.

“She may be hiccuping! Sometimes that happens as your baby is starting to practice breathing and may be accidently swallowing fluid, it’s fine!” She brings over the wand and starts trying to find his baby girl.

“Wai- holy shit! Are those wings!?” Dabi gasps as the image of his daughter comes up and has 2 small bumps on her back.

“Maybe, if the other father had extra limps then it often carries over to the baby, you might want to consider a cancerian section if those stay.” She continues to move the wand around until she’s satisfied his baby is fine.

“Have you picked out a name yet?”

“Miyako.” Todoroki is a name he doesn’t ever want to hear again or associated with his innocent baby girl.

He has been going to the public library and reading everything about pregnancy and new parents that he can. The neighbors fight and while its not on the level his house was on he still tenses. Waits for the smack sound of the hitting each other or for something to go too far. But they never get too loud and they never throw objects or kick each other out. He hates that he’s waiting for something he knows isn’t normal.

The TV is on a lot to drown them out with white noise, turned on to the news. He’s too tense to focus on anything else. He never does get reported missing.

During his 2nd month in the apartment Dabi starts seeing the doctors more frequently, constantly monitoring his health and his baby girl’s development.  

“Are you stressed Dabi? Your blood pressure has been high the last couple of visits” Joy asks while she takes his vitals.

“My apartment has thin walls and my neighbors are noisy. It’s keeping me awake and I’m a little jumpy these days. Is it going to affect miyako? Is there a way I can lower my blood pressure?” Dabi twists his fingers in his shirt and scowls when he notices what he’s doing. There’s no reason to be nervous, nurse Joy is just making small talk. He’s starting to doubt he can do this. He’s tired all the time and dreads leaving his apartment to go to his appointments. He’s started decorating and wishes he could show off how far he’s come. 

“Try buying something that reminds you of someone close to you! You’re on your own for this right? It’s probably just stress. Having something that reminds you will probably bring it down and allow you to sleep easier. High blood pressure can cause some problems but it’s not that high yet, we just want to nip this in the bud if we can.” Joy gives Dabi a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, I’m on my own. The other father doesn’t know.” They continue to make small talk and Joy suggests that Dabi start taking prenatal vitamins before declaring him fine and sending them home.

Dabi promises on his way out the door to find a way to lower his stress levels.

He falls asleep almost as soon as he gets home.

Hawks wakes up easily, he knows it and always brushes it off as his feathers are sensitive.

Touya is thrashing around in his sleep, it must be what woke him up. Hawks’ own nightmare has nothing to do with it.

Faint distressed omega scent comes off of him and Hawks tries to mellow his own out before he wakes him. Touya is full on whimpering and giving small aborted growls in his sleep as he starts to smoke. Mumbled words pass his lips but he’s still too quiet to hear what he’s trying to say.

He gently shakes Touya and catches the fist that comes at him as Touya jumps awake.

“Touya, Touya it’s okay, babe.”

Hawks watches him as he wakes up and stretches his wings into Touya’s view. They call a lot of people down when he flies rescue missions but all it seems to do for his omega is send him deeper into a panic. Scent growing more distressed and the blocker fading away so he’s hit with how strong Touya’s distress really is.

“Babe, I need you to call down for breathing pretty fast.”

“Try-trying, can’t.”

Fuck, its not working.

Hawks unlocks his phone and dials Rumi,  belatedly hoping she has a night shift tonight and is awake anyways.

“Hey Rumi my omeg- boyfr- you know what? My omega friend who slept over is having a panic attack and I don’t know what to do.” He practically squeaks into the phone as he tries to get Touya to breath in sync with him.

“Jesus fuck, what did you do to the poor guy? Try giving him your coat. It should smell enough like you that he will automatically calm down. Especially if he’s over enough for you to be calling him your boyfriend.” 

“Thanks Rumi, I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning.” Hawks hangs up the phone before she can attempt to tease him anymore. He sends a feather for the coat and shoves it in Touya’s face.

Touya inhales the scent and starts to slow his breathing as Hawks continues to try and get him to match his breathing.

“You can’t just shove your wings in my face after a nightmare dude.” Touya sits up still holding onto the blanket.

He lets go of Hawks arm. A embarrassed blush on his cheeks.

“Well, they usually comfort people,” Hawks mutters. He gets up to make breakfast for them, it doesn’t happen often but sometimes it does. When him or Touya can’t go back to sleep.

Touya steps into the shower and when he exits he’s wearing just the coat. Hawks sputters and gasps when he sees him but eats breakfast with Touya before he leaves for hero training. He leaves Touya a key and asks to talk when he comes home.

In the dream when Hawks comes home Touya is still wearing just his coat and boxers. Touya moves in with Hawks and Hawks is overjoyed at being a dad to his baby girl.

It’s a nice dream all in all.

Dabi wakes up and for a moment he wishes that the dream was real. He wishes that he had seduced Hawks back to bed like in the dream. That he had told Hawks in person he was pregnant and that Hawks had been overjoyed. He wishes he hadn’t left the key Hawks gave him on the counter. Hadn’t gone home and blocked his number. 

Dabi lets himself spend a few more minutes laying in bed and wishing things had gone differently before he decides it pointless to go back to sleep. He checks his phone, 4am, the store doesn’t open for 3 more hours and he has time to kill.

He rearranges his room and cleans. Buys more baby clothes online and a stroller with birds on it. It’s funny and cute even if her other father will never see it. It’s not weak to want him in her life as long as he doesn’t give in to the urge. One hour until the store opens, he does some light exercises and goes through the motions to get ready.

Dabi goes out, browses the omega and baby section. He does it almost every morning and it’s part of his routine at this point. He looks through baby blankets and swaddles. Dabi ends up buying a blanket made from suede. It’s close enough to Hawks hero jacket, as close as he could find in the store anyways. He didn’t mean to go for something that reminded him of his alpha but before he knew what he was doing he was carrying the blanket up to the register. It reminds him of his dream, what prompted him to leave the house today. 

He buys the blanket and adds an extra lock to his cart to help him sleep better.

Dreams don’t grant Dabi security and all he can do is add locks to protect his apartment and watch the news for a missing person report.

Hawks had never knocked anything around before. In fact he had always taken extra care not to startle Dabi after the first time he did so and got a bunch of his feathers accidently set on fire.

Maybe he had just been worked up, tired from Hero training and the interview? Dabi knew he could be snappy and growly after training.

He doesn’t want to make excuses for that behavior though, he won’t.

Shit, how can he miss an alpha he barely knew?

@ruelukas22

[thehouseofoctober]

Omegaling’s Halloween Reading List - 2019

It’s that time of year again; of hazy days and long nights; red leaves and orange pumpkins and purple shadows; grinning skulls and witches’ hats and ghostly whispers in empty houses.  Horror movies and haunted houses are abound to deliver plenty of holiday scares, but sometimes the only thing you need to really get in the perfect Halloween mood is a book in your hands and your own imagination.

Two years ago I made a Halloween reading list that quickly became my most popular post on this blog.  Since the horror genre never sleeps, here is a whole slew of new books to explore.  Happy reading!

Meg by Steve Alten

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Here There be Monsters by Amelinda Bérubé 

The Haunting of Ashburn House by Darcy Coates

The Haunting of Rookward House by Darcy Coates

The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers

The Troop by Nick Cutter

*Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant

Wylding Hall by Elizabeth Hand

My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix

In a House in the Dark of the Woods by Laird Hunt

Devil’s Day by Andrew Michael Hurley

Coyote Songs by Gabrino Inglesias

The Fisherman by John Langan

The Bone Houses by Emily Lloyd-Jones

*The Witches of New York by Amy McKay

The Ritual by Adam Nevill

*Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff

Leviathan by Jared Sandman

The Terror by Dan Simmons

A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay

Harvest Home by Thomas Tryson

The Southern Reach Trilogy by Jeff VanderMeer

*In a Dark, Dark Wood by Ruth Ware

Books marked with a “*” are ones I have read

[thereblogsyoudeserve]

Ok listen up this is hella important. Trigger warning for animal abuse, torture, and grusome deaths to cats, please skip this if you can’t read about that kind of thing.

So someone brought to my attention earlier today that there’s a woman on Omegal and TikTok by the name of the_crazy_cat_lady_first who connects with strangers on omegal wearing a cat mask and shows herself torturing cats shes either picked up on the street or nabbed from houses. She skins these cats, boils them, and sometimes eats them alive. She has an insta too I think with pictures of cat meat? Please be careful and if you see any of her content report her immediately!

https://www.quotev.com/gorybabey/journal/6836874/the-crazy-cat-lady-first-EXTREME-TRIGGER-WARNING-ANIMAL-ABUSE

Here’s a link of a journal someone started making compiling evidence against her with links to pictures and videos that have graphic content.

[ambersky0319]

Has you seen the wonder that is Omeger Rubyer yet? - Rayne

Not yet! Working on homework rn, I think I'll watch a bit once everyone in the house has sort of settled down too so people aren't constantly walking into my room. Can't wait to watch it though!