#Omega Nesting

[omegaversehellscape]

omegas crushing on each other and flirting by inviting their crush over to nest together and then both thinking the other sees it as a nice close friend activity despite wanting it to be more

[geekqueen99]

Omegas that have recently given birth still have an influx of hormones. Their heightened levels of Omegon drive their omegan instincts up. They are often more emotional and more protective of children (especially their own). Scenting and nesting more are both important in this period of time because it helps comfort the dam. Not only do they create a nest for themself, but they will also create one for their young children. Sometimes these nests are completely separate and sometimes they are created within the omega’s larger nest.

Baby nests are often created for newborns, sick or sleepless infants and toddlers, or if the young child is in need of comfort for any other reason. Omegas that are close to young children that aren’t their own may also create or help create a baby nest for the child. Because nests were so abundant in early civilization and were seen as not only a comfort for dams, but also necessary for children, baby nests are seen almost everywhere. Most beta families even create nests for their babies and toddlers.

These nests are shallow and typically take up very little space. The different styles of nesting that an omega uses for an adult nest can be applied just as easily to a baby nest. Some baby nests look like miniature bed nests, some hang within a hammock or have a dome covering. The diversity of baby nests is as widespread as their larger counterparts.

- Other Nesting Styles -

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Nesting for Omegas

•A Nest is a space an Omega keeps for their heats especially but also for a calming, comfortable space all their own

•No one is to enter that space without express permission from the Omega in question-permission is needed every time you enter unless you’re the Omegas Alpha and you know you’re wanted there-permission will still be needed for an Alpha if the Omega is upset with them

•When an Omega builds a nest they zone out and focus on their task, it is nearly impossible to get their attention and if you do you’ll wish you hadn’t, Omegas don’t take kindly to being distracted while building their nest {Disrupt at your own Risk}

•Do Not wear your shoes into an Omegas nest!

•Young Omegas will always have a nest of their own but when with friends or family outside their home, like at a sleep over, they will often make a nest for them and their friends to sleep in. Alphas and Betas are taught not to intrude on a nest that’s not their Omegas but in this case it’s a community nest, though the Omega will still be particular about how it’s built, often changing little things about how they buid their own nest so it’s not too similar, not wanting people to know what their nest looks like

•Many Betas and Alphas try to build nests when they’re children, wanting the comfort, especially once they’ve experienced a friends nest or been into their parents if they have an Omega parent, though it’s a behavior that doesn’t stick around long very often-only the occasional Beta will continue this practice and it will be different than that of an Omegas

(——However when an Alpha has been put on suppressants too young (usually before presenting) they will often display Omega-like behaviors and one of those is nesting. This action becomes just as if not more important to the Alpha as they grow-especially depending on their situation)

•An Omega will usually build their nest in a small space with surrounding walls, like a nook. Many young Omegas will build their nests in their closet when they’re new to it and instinctually try to hide it from people

•Many Omegas hang curtains around their nests to make them feel safer and less exposed, another reason younger Omegas nest in their closets so often. It makes them feel less vulnerable

•Typical nesting materials include

Comforters. Pillows. Body pillows. Sheets. Fleece throws. Stuffed animals. Mates clothes, or clothes of an Alpha they like that they’ve stolen to make their nest smell like them. -Young Omegas will quite often steal shirts from their Alpha fathers to put in their nest as in their youth it has only ever been a safe and wonderful/comforting smell that often helps them relax and sleep (to the small Omega ‘Alpha Scent’ just smells like Daddy and Daddy is safe-this wears off around puberty and sometimes even earlier) Many use faux fur as part of their nest, the feel of animal fur being instinctually comforting to an Omega as it was one of the only things Omegas had to use hundreds of years ago

•Candles will typically be placed around a nest or incense holders as well as lights, fairy lights often being things Omegas like hanging over their nests as they’re not overly bright and blinding, they offer a dim light that’s just enough without being too much, just enough to be comforting so Christmas lights are often perfect

•Nearly all Omegas will have a cache of snacks. Some have a mini fridge near by with things in it but most will have a box hidden in a corner of their nest containing water bottles/Powerade/gatorade since their heats cause intense thirst, it will also contain snacks. Mostly things that are filling and replace their energy during heats such as Trail mix, jerky, gold fish crackers, peanut butter crackers, granola bars, peanuts, pretzels, but they will also have other treats that they enjoy most for when they need them like fruit snacks, cookies, favorite candy bars, chips, pop corn, Rice Krispie treats

•Every single nest is different, because every single Omega is different. Some are extremely neat, some are hectic and messy, some are all matching and beautiful, some are mismatched colors and complex, made on a mattress, layered on a hundred pillows. No 2 nests are the same but they are all comfortable and perfect to each individual Omega

•A quick way to an Omegas heart is a compliment on their nest, they all work very hard to make it perfect and are more self conscious about it than you would expect since it is so personal to them

•If you are lucky enough to be allowed into an Omegas nest count your lucky stars, it is an honor and a privilege and you should never treat it as anything less

Omegaverse Beliefs

[theshadowrealmitself]

Still thinking about omegaverse stuff, anyways:

Imagine getting violently woken up in the middle of the night because an omega in your life (partner, family member, friend you were having a sleepover with, etc) had to rearrange their nest, and they’re just moving you around to the perfect spot like you’re one of their pillows

[foulwitchknight]

O! Steve wasn’t comfortable making a nest for himself until he moved out his parent’s house. He'd spent so long suppressing that urge that he really didn’t know how to make one so he tried to learn all he could by watching YouTube videos, reading articles and consulting local omegas even when they gave him funny looks (people were still convinced he was an Alpha even though he’d been out as Omega for awhile). He wanted to make it perfect. Firstly, for himself and secondly because he wanted Eddie to be the first person he showed it to. Maybe then the Alpha would finally understand how nuts about him he was.

[alwaysajoy2]

An omega nest ~

[iulapuella]

Image captured of an omega in its nest

[allfouryouth]

just remade my nest! tried to make it more nest-like than last time

I know ur so jealous rn don't try to hide it

[omegaxxanjo]

Signs from early childhood you were an omega:

You liked to play tag but hated being “it”

You liked playing Duck Duck Goose but LOVED being outside the circle

You made little nests when sleepy, sick, or just in general

You were the best at hide and seek

You felt the intense urge to nurture something whether it be a plushie, doll, bug, or even a simple earth worm

[misce-tomz]

Official nest update!

The shelving thing at the end with my tv has my mini fridge and my snacks on one side, then the other has things for my disabilities and all my scent stuff :)) my fan is on there, my Alexa , my cd player (one of two) and my little ‘’lava lamp’’ heart Bluetooth speaker :)) I say “lava lamp” bc it says that on the box but all the stuff is stuck at the bottom n doesn’t move unless I shake it a bunch

[boggywitchin]

Nesting

Arthur stood there, hands on hips and lips pursed, "What happened to my room?"

The look thrown his way spoke elegantly of what Merlin thought of his mental prowess, "I'm cleaning it."

He raised an eyebrow, "Cleaning?"

"Yes, cleaning. And a bit of rearranging."

"Mm. I see that." Arthur did some quick math as he carefully walked around the piles of clothes, stacks of books, and pieces of armor. "And the bed?"

Merlin straightened from his task, a puzzled frown on his face, "I made it. Are you feeling alright?"

"Not sure.” He responded thoughtfully, “I think I'll be indisposed for the next couple of days. From a fever, perhaps."

Arthur climbed into the circular mound gracing the royal mattress. Quills, parchment, bits of chainmail, and even the hilt of a sword could be seen filling the gaps between soft, downy blankets, rich furs that'd be ruined by week’s end, and enough pillows to furnish at least five rooms. It really was a nice nest. His inner alpha rumbled contentedly, proud of the hard work his mate put into making this. 

He'd have to do something about that sword though. It was a rather nasty accident waiting to happen, especially given how much they utilized the space.

Merlin moved to Arthur's side of the bed and placed a hand against the King's forehead. "You don't feel warm. Are you sure you're getting sick?"

Arthur noted the glassy gleam in the omega’s eyes and the heat emanating from his palm."I can say with complete certainty I won't be leaving this room anytime soon."

Merlin's scent spiked with worry, "Should I get Gaius?"

He caught Merlin's fingers and pressed them to his lips in a light kiss, "All I need is you."

Merlin rolled his eyes, "You just want me here to wait on you hand and foot."

Arthur scoffed even as he snuggled further into the inviting softness, "You are, by far, the worst servant it was ever my misfortune to have, so no, I don't. I want you here because I love you. Because you bring out the best in me and my nature. Because you give my life joy and meaning. Because without you by my side, I would feel a hole where my heart should be- oof!" His pompous speech was cut off by the sudden appearance of a pillow thrown at him by his now laughing mate. Arthur smiled and tossed it aside. Pulling Merlin to his chest, he began kissing him soundly, breathing in the intoxicating mix of dried herbs and smoke, each note enhanced by the sharp overtone of sun-warm metal.

Even after their lips parted, they stayed like that; Arthur holding his other half, stroking back dark hair as the omega pressed a nose to his neck. It was the ever increasing warmth against his skin that reminded him of all the things that needed doing before they could lose themselves completely. "I have one or two tasks for you-"

With a huff, Merlin pushed himself upright, and unconsciously began mending the tumbled walls of his nest, "I see, never mind what I was doing before you interrupted. What is your command, Sire? I'm obviously at your beck and call, truly willing to drop everything to fulfill your every whim. In fact- oof!" It was Arthur’s turn to throw the pillow, which Merlin fumbled briefly before tucking it back into place. 

"As I was saying,” Arthur growled, calling his omega to attention, “I need you to find Leon and tell him to be ready to take over training. Also, inform the council we will not reconvene until next week, regardless of how important they think their petition is.”

Merlin crossed his arms, a raised eyebrow the only acknowledgment of the orders he'd been given. 

Arthur sighed, ignoring the prick of annoyance from his inner alpha, and wisely decided to change tactics. Giving his most charming smile, he added sweetly, "Please?" 

Merlin smirked, "That's better." And after bestowing a very thorough departing kiss, he asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to fetch Gaius? You do seem to be acting a little strange."

"No need to bother him. I'm confident the two of us will manage quite nicely.”

Merlin just shrugged, and maneuvering around the messes strewn across the floor, left to do as he'd been bidden. 

Sitting up, Arthur shook his head at the oblivious omega, happy Merlin felt so safe that he hadn't even noticed he was entering heat. He'd fought hard as King to guarantee that safety, and his alpha gloried in providing such lasting security for his mate. 

Trying not to disturb the neat layers around him, Arthur worked carefully to pull out the sword while making a mental list of final preparations. He'd need to go to the kitchens to arrange their meals and then he'd need to tell George to bring up the tub and enough water to last a few days. Hm, what else? Flowers! His mate deserved fresh flowers. He'd go pick them himself- Merlin would like that.

A quick search of the rest of the nest produced yet another sword and a crossbow that, if Merlin had managed to load it properly, would've caused quite a bit of damage. 

Maybe Merlin's subconscious wasn't quite on the same page as his omega when it came to safety... 

Arthur put the now harmless crossbow back in place and the arrow where it was least likely to cause injury. They'd need to discuss this when the heat was over. In the meantime, if having the weapon nearby eased Merlin’s mind, he wasn't going to argue. 

Let's see, he'd need to stop by the armory to drop off the swords, then kitchens, George, flowers.. Maybe he'd have an errand boy run into the market and see if there were any quilts for sale.

Stepping into the hall, his nose immediately began to twitch at Merlin’s lingering scent. The new blanket would have to wait. Merlin, his mouthy, stubborn, adorable, and utterly clueless omega was much closer to heat than he originally thought. Picking up his pace, he determinedly went about completing his mission. His alpha already purring at the thought of getting Merlin back to their room and into that wonderful nest. 

[starfall-spirit]

Read on Ao3 // Chapter II

Summary: After one last screaming match and a good cry, Feyre is finally ready to move on from her lousy ex and rebuild the life he took her away from. She didn't imagine she'd be right back in the thick of it, reviving buried feelings for her best friend's cousin.

OR;

Feyre dumps Tamlin, moves back to big city life, and gets herself an alpha who will treat her right.

AN: Omegaverse!Feysand, as promised. A gift for @whatishowedyouinthedark. If you hadn't posted Too Sweet, I don't know that this would have left the drafts. This ended up being 4.3k, but there will be a morning after chapter as well.

CW: NSFW, mildly dubious consent/coercion

Chapter I

“You sure you’re alright, Feyre?” Another ounce of weight seemed to lift from her shoulders at the soft worry in Mor’s voice. “I know you don’t really want to talk about this yet, but I’m always here for you.”

“I know. And I’m okay, Mor. I’ll be even better in, oh—” She lifted her wrist enough to glance at the time. “—six hours when you meet me outside SFO.” Her friend stayed quiet a moment longer. “I’ve wasted so much time and energy on that guy. He doesn’t deserve my tears too.”

“Damn right. I can’t wait to see you. It’s been so long, Feyre.”

“I know.”

That’s what it had really come to. The lost time. The isolation. A year ago, Feyre had been at the center of it all, her art sales lucrative enough to keep her head above water, her friend circle close but full of life. When Tamlin’s work had taken him out of the big city and to someplace more remote, Feyre had imagined it would be temporary. Her “nest egg” from her art sales would only need to hold her for a few months before she could dive right back into dealing with her clientele face-to-face.

But whatever silver lining her situation came with was in short supply. Hopeful as she had been once upon a time, nothing could change the fact that this move halfway across the country was made with only the purpose of separating her from the life and people she knew. Feyre was just ashamed it had taken her so long to see it herself. She’d confronted him last night and the truth had all come to light. “So what if your account is running low? Do I not take care of you regardless? I thought this was what you wanted, Feyre. Isn’t this what all omegas want? Someone to depend on?”

It turned out Feyre and Tamlin’s views on designations were worlds apart.

After a devastating break up fight and a good long cry, Feyre had locked herself in the guest room and called Mor with the promise that she was scraping together what she had left and coming home the next afternoon. “Say no more, Feyre. I’ll get Rhysie to make that ticket first class for you.”

“Don’t you dare, Mor.” But for the first time in months there had been laughter beneath her words. For once she didn’t find herself rolling her eyes when Mor reminded her that her older cousin was rich and single, last she heard of it. Not that Feyre’s memory needed jogging on that point. Ever since Rhys had stepped into her first art showing, oozing raw confidence and control, she’d been no better than a school girl doodling hearts and initials in her journal margins. But he’d then flown out to manage his father’s New York business, his return to California only in the past few months, when Feyre was long gone herself.

She shook off the flush running through her body, trying to focus on Mor jabbering in her ear about events around the city. Served her right, lusting after an alpha so far out of her league. Rhys might be nice enough to buy her paintings or bump her flight ticket to first class, but she certainly had no illusions that he would be the male helping her through her next heat. Hell, by now he likely had an omega of his own, hand-selected by his prick of a father. 

Not exactly fond of the flare of… something… that thought sent through her, Feyre stood, pacing the few feet she dared from her carry-on in the crowded terminal. “Hey, girl. We’ll be boarding any minute. Can I let you go for now?”

“Absolutely. Love you lots. I’ll see you tonight. Don’t eat anything huge. We’ve got dinner plans.”

~~~~~

Dinner plans amounted to a delivery of Feyre’s favorite chinese food not even five minutes after she was settled in from the car ride home. “You spoil me, Mor,” she said, setting down her chopsticks long enough to shrug into the oversized hoodie behind her that smelled absolutely delightful for some reason and debate the nearly identical bottles of red nail polish in front of her. Her friend certainly had a signature color.

“Someone has to,” Mor groused, starting an episode of a cop show they’d seen one too many times. “If you won’t spoil yourself, your bestie’s gonna do it for you.” She eyed Feyre’s newly acquired hoodie with a slight smirk. “Among a few others.”

“What? I was cold. And what do you mean, others?”

Mor just waved a hand in dismissal. “Rhys, Cass, and Az are around here all the time. Rhys lives a floor above me, for that matter. You know they’re all thrilled you’re back in town. Emerie is excited to meet you too. I think you guys will really hit it off.” Mor sighed, a wistful look in her eyes.

“You really like this one, don’t you?”

“She’s amazing. And she’s been so patient with me. You know how my family can be about my preferences. She hasn’t said much, but I think her family gives her a lot of the same shit about it. She gets it. Gets me.” Feyre’s heart just about melted at that and she reached across the couch to squeeze Mor’s hand. “I even asked—”

The front door opened then, to both their surprise, Cassian falling through the frame with a shit-eating grin on his face. “She’s back! Feyre Archeron, where have you been?! C’mere.” She squealed as he lifted her by the hips to spin her around

Mor shook her head, mumbling about how this was supposed to be girls’ night before everyone saw her at Rita’s the next evening. “Sorry, Mor,” another voice said from the door, warm, rich, and amused. “We saw you ladies pull in earlier from the window. I kept him there as long as I could. It’s good to see you, Feyre.” 

Grinning ear to ear, Feyre braced a hand on Cassian’s chest until the vertigo faded. “Yeah, good to see you guys. I—What?” she asked, finally looking at Rhys. 

He was just as she remembered. It had been fice years since he’d flown out to manage that east coast business after earning his business degree and he hadn’t changed one bit—still the most beautiful man she’d ever met. The only thing that truly caught her off guard was the odd glint in his eyes, focusing on the hoodie she was wearing—almost pleased, if she was reading him right. Another step into the room and his scent hit her, citrus and the sea, the same soothing fragrance that clung to the sweatshirt she’d thoughtlessly pulled on with the assumption it was one of Mor’s baggier favorites.

Fuck.

Rhys smirked then, every bit the smug alpha she knew he was. She wasn’t ready to analyze the response that inspired in her. The fluttering in her stomach that quickened as he approached, the heat that flushed her check when he stepped into her space, fingering the ratty sleeve that fell well past her fingertips. “I was wondering where that had wandered off to.”

“I—”

“Keep it, darling. It looks better on you anyway.”

She shuffled back a step, uncharacteristically flustered by his proximity. Omega or not, the flirtation of men didn’t usually affect her this way. Even in the early days between her and Tamlin she—She would not be comparing her ex to anyone. She came back to San Francisco to wash her hands of him, after all. 

“I—” She sighed. “Thanks.”

Mor cleared her throat, though her shameless grin was a near mirror to her cousin’s. “If that’s all, boys.” She batted her eyes, looping her arm back through Feyre’s. “This was girls’ night, remember?”

Cassian chuckled, ignoring the dismissal and slumping into the couch. “So, how goes the move in?”

Feyre scoffed. “My plane touched down only an hour ago. Can I finish my dinner and wine before tackling my bags?” The other three exchanged a look, Mor seeming suddenly guilty. “What?”

“With how quickly this all came together, I suppose I never got around to mentioning I… I asked Emerie to move in. It doesn’t change the fact the extra room is yours,” she hurried to say. “You have a place here of course.”

“Or you could have one upstairs,” Rhys mumbled.

Feyre blinked. “Excuse me?”

“They get their privacy, you get a good night's sleep every night.” She narrowed her eyes. “It’s just a room, Feyre. You know I’m a gentleman.”

“I wouldn’t suggest otherwise.” Eyeing his reaction, she sipped from her wine glass. “Out loud.” 

Cassian cackled. “God, I’ve missed you. About time you traded the hills for skyscrapers again, little sister.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

~~~~~

“I told you,” Rhys sang as Feyre stepped out of the elevator and into his apartment. It had only taken two nights to change her mind about his proposal. She adored Mor and Emerie was a delight—a perfect match for her oldest friend. But that didn’t change the fact the walls were paper thin.

“Hush. Emerie is a wonderful woman. I could never begrudge them their happiness, even if it costs me my sleep.”

“Of course not. Anyways, welcome to my humble abode. The first door on the left down the hall is your room for as long as you want it. Just across from mine, if you need anything. I’ll let you get unpacked.”

“Thanks.” She smiled, heading down the short hall and into the room he directed her to, only to stop short in the doorway. “Rhys.”

“Yes?” he called back, presumably from the living space. 

“What is all of this?” 

He approached slowly, looking almost sheepish. “Too much?” She gaped. “I can return it if you don’t like it. I just happened to overhear you tell Mor you had left behind some of your favorite nesting things and… Here, I’ll just pack it up and—”

“No.” His brows rose as she shifted to block the doorway. “I—” She cleared her throat softly. “It was sweet of you to consider it. I’m not far from my next heat, actually. I really appreciate you letting me crash here and letting me nest.” 

He scoffed. “Nesting is natural. It isn’t something I’d try to stop any omega from doing.”

“If only my ex had seen it that way.” She flinched. “I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry.”

He growled softly, eyes dark as he dropped his head to hold her gaze, one hand braced against the doorjamb she already leaned against. His scent washed over her once again and Feyre hoped her full body shutter wasn’t as obvious as it felt. “Your ex was an alpha?” She nodded. “Not one with any honor, it seems. You are what you are, Feyre. If that bastard ever made you take shame in it, I hope you’ll soon change your way of thinking.”

“I’m not ashamed of anything,” she murmured. 

The knuckles of his free hand brushed along her cheekbone. “Good. I’ll let you finish up here. As I said, if you need anything for the nest or otherwise, I’m here to help.”

“I’m not a charity case, Rhysand. I always manage to get back on my feet quickly enough.”

“I know that, darling. That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy spoiling sweet little things like you rotten.”

A quiet, shocked sound escaped her, but her usually sharp wit had been neutralized, it seemed. And all by a few charming words. Sweet little things like you.

“No,” she muttered to herself, refusing to watch him walk away. Approaching heat or not, she was not getting tangled up with an entitled alpha ever again. And that vow would not be changing

~~~~~

The next few weeks were normal, all things considered. Rhys went to work in the morning and Feyre either arranged calls or set out to reopen contact with previous buyers interested in her art. In the evenings they alternated cooking meals and washing dishes, occasionally enjoying a movie or game together before returning to their separate rooms for the night.

Everything was perfectly platonic if you excused a few mildly flirtatious remarks. The only thing that left her unsteady was the surprise treats and little actions to take care of her, each one either frivolous or thoughtful. It was as frustrating as it was pleasing and she hoped Rhys couldn’t see how she truly felt about each little favor. She didn’t know what she’d do if he came to learn about the pure satisfaction she felt each time she saw that he had snuck into her room to switch out the sweatshirt she’d so carefully placed among the pillows and blankets in her nest the moment his scent faded from the fabric.

She had dared to ask him after the third time he’d replaced the garment why he was so attentive to that specific want.

“You may not be my chosen mate, but you are an omega under my care. Just as you follow your instincts to keep something with an alpha’s scent, I will follow my instinct to provide for you as long as you live with me. A missing sweatshirt is hardly a great sacrifice, Feyre.”

He’d stood from the dinner table with a smile, mumbling something along the lines of, “Such a pretty little blush you have, darling,” before loading his plate in the dishwasher and heading for his room. Any other remarks had been few and far between, but each one stuck with her for days afterwards.

She gave a sharp huff as she stirred a spoonful of honey into her tea, prepared to do nothing more than hole up in her room with a good book and a hot drink as the Saturday storm bathed the city. “Read my book and not think about this a second longer.” 

If only she’d realized what a hopeless endeavor that would turn out to be.

She was only two chapters into her newest read when the first hot flash came. Her heat. And damn if she couldn’t already feel this was going to be a rough one without a partner. Jumping from her chair, she started to head for the bathroom, reaching for the tub’s faucet. Then, a cool bath wouldn’t do her any favors. As quickly as she felt her skin burn, she knew she’d be shivering in a matter of minutes, that first cycle of hot and cold lasting for a few hours before the endless heat became constant, especially without an alpha to soften the effects of her episode.

“Fuck.” She needed to get off the floor and back to her room. To her nest, whatever small comfort it could offer her. “Fuck,” she repeated.

“Eloquently put,” a too-familiar voice said. She didn’t bother peeling her eyes open, letting Rhys drop to a knee and slip his arms beneath her knees and behind her back. “Come on. To bed with you.”

“Put me down. I’m fine.” Never mind that her teeth were already chattering and a cramping had started low in her gut.

“I’m sure you are, darling.” Shifting his arm so her back remained supported, he pressed his palm to the back of her head, pressing lightly until she caved, letting him guide her nose to that special spot on his neck where his scent was strongest. The tension that had claimed her body vanished in an instant. “There, little one. Better, hm?”

She mumbled something equally proud and bitter that she could really only half understand herself with this fog stealing over her mind so quickly, then, “Hurts,” she whimpered.

He hummed, laying her down in the very center of the nest of bedding and clothes she’d so meticulously arranged and rearranged over the past few weeks. She should have realized she was days from her next cycle when the impulse to perfect the space became so prominent. Now she would be glued to it for days on end. The problem? “Why are you so far away?”

Rhys chuckled. “You said you wanted to work through your heat alone, little one. That you don’t need an alpha. Have you changed your mind?” Feyre bit her lip, contemplating her options. Endure this alone and maintain her pride, or welcome his help and pray she was only opening a physical connection, rather than an emotional one. “Feyre.” She blinked up at him. “Temper your pride. Invite me into your nest, little one. This doesn’t have to be so painful.” It only took a moment for her to grip his hand, tugging softly. “Such a good girl,” he murmured, settling in carefully, so as to not disturb her arrangement.

“Don’t need a knot,” Feyre told him petulantly. “Just…” Nose buried in his neck, hand tucked under his shirt, Feyre stopped protesting for the moment, the only sound leaving her a soft whimpering.  

That’s when he began to purr, summoning a gush of slick, to her humiliation. “Rhys—”

“Hush, sweet girl. Let’s see what we can do about your little problem here.” She couldn’t help but squirm a bit as he peeled her leggings away inch by inch, face flushing hot when her slick clung to the fabric of her panties on their way down. “Settle now, pet. You just lay back and let your alpha take care of you.”

“You’re not my—I didn’t ask you to—” Feyre hadn’t realized her pants had been completely cast aside until his tongue was stroking up her slit. “Oh, god.” Another drag of it and her fingers were threaded in his hair, tugging sharply. He hummed. “Rhys.” She tried to lift her hips, only for Rhys to reach up and lay his arm over her waist, keeping her mostly still. She let out a groan of frustration.

“All in good time, little one. All in good time.” He looked all too pleased by the frustrated growl that passed her lips, her protest cut off the moment two thick fingers pushed inside of her, curling in a way that had her hurtling to the edge of her release. “That’s it, darling, he encouraged her, repeating the motion while twisting his hand enough that he could rub her clit with his thumb. “Come for me.” Considering the state she was already in and how it only seemed to worsen with time, it took nothing more than those few words for her to shatter, clenching around his fingers so tight he cursed—even as he stroked her through it. “Good girl.” 

Feyre shuttered beneath him, She didn’t need to peel her heavy eyes open to know she would find him smirking down at her. There wasn’t a chance in hell a man as observant as Rhys would misread what his praise did to her. She felt the tip of his nose skate across her cheek before his soft mouth was pressed to the flesh of her throat, his fingers already beginning to curl inside of her once again. “Rhys, wait.”

“Darling, do you really think that little knotting toy you bought the other day is going to be enough to satisfy you in this? You know what you need and you know who can give it to you.”

That unbearable cramping began anew, and Feyre knew she had no hope of resisting.

~~~~~

Most days, Rhys would consider himself an honorable man. He was capable of detaching emotions from matters of business and handling what needed to be handled without causing a fuss. Taking losses he earned himself with grace. Regarding his personal life, he never stooped to pursue someone who’s capability of consent was so precarious. He’d certainly never attempted to coerce a hesitant partner. 

But he’d walked into the house and her heat scent had hit him in full force. Finding her slumped on the bathroom floor and burning up had his protective instincts rearing their head. Now he was in her nest, had his fingers buried inside of her, the taste of her lingering on his tongue, addling his own mind.

He could reconsider the standing of his honor tomorrow. 

He’d get rid of that last edge of nerves his little omega was facing, then he’d show her where she belonged. Right here in this apartment, in this nest, for him to come home every day and spoil senseless. He had already come to enjoy their evening bonding immensely, and could only imagine he’d be even more delighted to share those talks when Feyre had her studio up and running, resuming the work she cherished so dearly. And whatever her reservations about alphas may be at the moment, she’d come around to the thought as well, he was certain. Every omega needs an alpha to lean on. 

“God,” she hissed, palm pressing low on her stomach. Eyes shut tight once again, Feyre let her nails bite into his wrist, spurring him into action. He stripped the shirt she wore, baring her entirely before bringing that hand back to her center, this time with the intention of preparing her to take his knot. At the rate her heat was progressing, her pride would fall away momentarily and she’d be begging for the relief she knew it would provide her, he was certain. 

Her next groan morphed to something softer, her head falling back to the pillows when his mouth closed over her nipple. Once again, her fingers found a home in his hair, tugging just harshly enough he felt justified in nipping her breast. “Be nice, darling.” 

Scowling, Feyre surged upwards, gripping his shirt front as her lips finally found his. “You know it’s really, really unfair that I’m the only one undressed here.” She didn’t give him the courtesy of unbuttoning the garment himself, yanking hard enough to send the buttons flying, lost to the fabrics of the nest. Her teeth sank into his bottom lip hard enough he groaned, his free hand sliding up around her throat. “Rhys.” 

He couldn’t help but smile as her eyes fluttered shut, her body relaxed enough for him to manipulate, guiding her back down into the pillow and removing his hand from its home between her thighs. “Sweet thing,” he cooed when a little pout began to form. “So needy for your alpha.” Moving his hand from her throat to her waist, he pushed those two slick fingers past her swollen lips, swallowing the growl building in his throat at the stroke of her tongue, letting himself watch as she fell deeper into that haze of lust and need.

“Well done, sweet girl,” he praised, withdrawing his fingers. 

“Alpha,” she whispered, one hand sliding down until it rested over the hard line showing through his jeans.

“You need your alpha’s cock, pet?” He began working his thumb over her clit, just letting his fingers graze the rest of her. “You think you’re ready for that? Think you can take my knot, Feyre?”

“Please.” The next down stroke was rougher and he knew she was close to coming again when her body bowed towards him. “Please give it to me. Need your knot.”

There it was. And how sweet it sounded.

Kissing her neck, he let himself enjoy that lilac and pear scent for a moment before peeling out of the last of his clothes. Feyre had a hand around him before he could reach down to stroke himself, painfully hard beneath her touch. The moment she grazed his knot he jolted, one hand closing over hers while the other fisted one of the pillows beneath them. “Fuck, Feyre.”

“I want to taste you.” He clenched his jaw tight. This woman would be the death of him. 

“Soon, darling. But first I need to be inside of you.” She lifted her hips, bending them at the knees in invitation. “Soaked for me,” he purred, lining up to claim her. “You’re going to take me so well, Feyre. Every inch.”

She swallowed, but nodded. Pinning her hips to keep her from rushing to take him, he pushed the tip in, grunting softly as she clenched around him. At this rate he wasn’t going to last long. “More,” Feyre begged, heels digging into his back. “Need more.”

“Patience is a virtue, pet.” Still, he fed her another inch, rocking in and out, working into her until only his knot remained. Smirking at the blissed out look covering her face, Rhys leaned down to whisper in her ear. “So fucking beautiful, filled up like this. Open those eyes for me, Feyre.” She trembled, eyes remaining closed. A sharp flick to her clit and she cried out, eyes flying open and snapping to his. “Watch, Feyre. Watch me give you my knot.” Her eyes darted down. Her nails bit into his back the moment he bottomed out. “Hot little cunt, taking me so well.” 

Rhys didn’t let her catch her breath before he started rolling his hips again, dragging in and out of her, animalistic pride beginning to build when he felt her thighs trembling around him and the hot little puffs of air against the shell of his ear, when each thrust was made easier by another gush of slick soaking his length. “So close,” she whined, writhing beneath him, his name falling from her lips in a constant chant. 

His rhythm faltered, feeling his release within reach as well. “Come for me, Feyre.” She keened, needing that push over the edge. Flicking her clit, he slammed home, spilling into her the moment her teeth latched down on his shoulder, nails cutting into his back. A moment later she shuttered beneath him, her grip going lax. He couldn’t help but push her damp hair back from her sweaty face, kissing her brow. Not wanting to crush her, he turned on his back, repositioning her legs on either side of him.

“That was…” She sighed, eyes drooping. “Thank you.”

“Rest, Feyre. Before the next wave hits. I’ve got you."

~~~~~

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[angelic-omega]

Joint nesting

An omega in pre heat working on plotting out their nest

Their Alpha scenting items set aside for the nest

Maybe the alpha including den aspects such as a canopy or tent above

The omega hanging lights along the top of the combination den/nest

The Alpha making sure they are stocked on water and snacks

The omega getting into a nice shower beforehand

The alpha helping the omega wash their hair

The alpha sticking close throughout the pre heat making sure the omega had everything they need to nest

The omega curling up in the nest before it’s finished to have a nap

The alpha nuzzling them in their sleep

The omega waking to the nest complete and the alpha happily greeting them

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

What’s something you’re waiting for someone to ask about? Info dump!

Honestly I've kind of wanted to make a post just dumping a bunch of fun facts about the main MM pack, so I'll do that here!

Tw for a thumbtack in Leo's part, mention of Rain's bad parents in Rain's part, and mentions of divorce in Charlie's part.

Leo Myers:

-Leo likes to listen to ASMR. It does make him tired, but he listens to it any time he's working on something, not just when he's trying to sleep. Music is distracting and silence just doesn't do it for him, so asmr it is

-Despite his love for horror, Leo hates haunted houses. He's not good with real, physical scares, so even the milder houses tend to freak him out. Weird for a guy who can watch Martyr level films with a straight face, but he can't help it.

-Leo once pierced his ear with an unsterilized thumb tack for funsies. It took him ten minutes to get it all the way in.

-Leo, to no ones surprise, is a massive fan of any Ninja Turtle material. He actually didn't name himself after the turtle (he just thought the name Leo was cool), but he did name his cat Mikey after Michelangelo due to how orange he is. Despite the namesake, their personalities don't really match up lol.

-Leo's learning how to play the guitar, but his real talent is in his voice. He spent a majority of his childhood taking voice lessons and joining the school choir. Although he doesn't like to sing much in front of people (including his mates), they sometimes catch him singing to himself when a song he likes comes on.

Ren Hirota:

-Ren's a massive linguistics and geography nerd. He loves everything to do with language, regardless of origins of structure. He can speak five languages fluently: English, Japanese, German, Latin, and French. During the time period MM takes place, he's trying to learn Russian, although between doing his doctorate program and taking care of Rachel, it's been slower going than he's used to.

-Ren finds the upkeep and grooming that often comes with having more body hair really annoying, so he doesn't really shave. The only thing he really grooms is his facial hair, and even then it's just enough to keep it from becoming a beard. He still prefers to have prominent stubble, just not super long. His hair is long for the same reason, he can't be bothered to get it cut more then once a year.

-Ren got his name from his dad. Mr. Hirota grew up with a lotus tree nearby and he loved it dearly, so when his sons were born, he named one of them after it. Dave came out kicking and screaming whereas Ren barely cried, so Mr. Hirota knew exactly who was getting which name. (Bonus fact: Mrs. Hirota named Dave....well, Dave, because she thought it was funny).

-Ren loves taking photo's of things, especially polaroid's. It's one of his main hobbies, besides reading, journaling, and learning languages for fun. Before he moved into an apartment with his mates, his wall was semi-covered in polaroid photos he had taken of his friends, random objects, or nature shots. Once in the apartment, he bought a bin to stash all his favorite photos so he'd still be able to look at them whenever he wanted (his mates helped him stick some to the wall).

-Ren hates the cold and loves baggier clothing, so he very rarely wears anything that isn’t baggy and doesn’t have long sleeves, even in the summer. Sweaters are his main go to followed by sweatshirts, but he’ll occasionally wear a normal long sleeved shirt out. The only time he can be seen in a T-shirt is when he’s heading to bed.

Rain Cantrell:

-Rain didn't have a whole lot of materials to draw with when he was a kid, so he made do with items he could find around in public spaces or whatever he could steal borrow from his school. Some paper here, a colored pencil or two there, until he had a decent enough collection. He was mostly self taught, although he did watch a lot of youtube videos once he had access to a laptop. He got pretty good despite his lack of resources, fueling his future career choices.

-On a similar note, Rain learned how to sew when he was pretty young. His grandma gave him her sewing machine while she was on hospice care (Rain was about eight at the time), and he took full advantage of the machine he otherwise wouldn't have. As he grew up, he learned how to patch up old clothes with holes or make new clothes out of seemingly useless material, which served him well when he didn't have money for new clothes. He even made some extra cash on the side by fixing other people's stuff.

-Rain may act pretty immature on a semi-regular basis, but he's actually very smart. He exceled in most of his classes and was way better at math then most of his peers, despite his lack of interest in the subject. If he hadn't taken a career in the arts, he could have done something promising in some sort of math department. He can also beat almost anyone in chess, so there's that.

-Rain adores bugs. He thinks they're so cool, from butterflies to spiders to beetles to anything in between. It's not so much an academic interest as it is just him thinking they look cool, but he could spend hours observing every little detail of every little bug, never getting bored.

-Rain collects plushies of animals he likes. He has a lot of bug stuffies, but he also has animals that remind him of his mates and friends, usually named after them as well. He's also a sucker for cute stuff such as Sanrio merch, so it's not uncommon for him to come home with some new cutesy object in tow.

Micah King:

-Micah’s the cleanest out of his pack. He very rarely leaves his clothes anywhere, always makes sure to clean up any mess he makes the second he makes it, and generally has a better sense of clutter management than most other people. Even when he had a room to himself, everything was very neat and tidy.

-Micah’s allergic to bee stings, which is really funny considering how much he loves flowers. He always has to be really careful when out among flowers in nature, lest he need an EpiPen.

-Back during high school, Micah used to enter drumming/music competitions solely for the fun of it. He's won a lot of awards as a result of it, and he keeps them all either hung on the wall in his apartment, or in a little storage bin stashed in the closet. Part of his success has to do with his love of learning overly complicated pieces and techniques, which has only served to impress anyone who gets to hear him play.

-Micah had short hair up until he was twelve. He decided to grow it out when he heard his crush say she liked guys with long hair more, hoping to win her over with that among other things. It didn't end up working out for him as he hoped (she rejected him), but he discovered that he too liked having long hair over short hair. Since then, he's never cut it more than a couple inches, just enough to get rid of any dead ends.

-Micah once broke his wrist trying to impress his friend group when he was fourteen. He wanted to look like a cool skater dude, only to immediately get his butt handed to him the second he put his foot on his friend's skateboard. He never knew true pain until he had to put up with his eight year old brother mocking him for being lame.

(Bonus because it’s more mate oriented): Micah gets cuteness aggression with his mates sometimes. Doesn't matter which one, he'll jump them all and force them to cuddle with him while he chuffs up a storm. Even Charlie knows it's futile to fight back, so they all let him do his thing, not that they mind his affections in the first place.

Charlie Craven:

-Charlie got hooked on astrology during his parents divorce, when their fighting became an almost nightly occurrence. He'd sneak outside to escape their yelling, only to get wrapped up in the stars above, intrigued by their patterns. He'd spend hours outside studying the stars s a distraction, and it carried on to his adult life, serving as a comfort whenever he's distressed.

-Charlie used to sleep with a knife under his pillow up until he moved in with Ren during college. He had no good reason for it, he was just paranoid and also thought it made him look cool.

-Charlie, despite his tough exterior, cannot hide his guilty pleasure of romance novels. It's stupid and he hates how "mushy" it makes him look, but he can't help but kick his feet when he reads some cheesy scene of two people falling in love and having a happily ever after life. He sometimes uses them to figure out how he should interact with his mates in certain situations, as he's too emotionally constipated to figure out his feelings for himself.

-Back in high school, Charlie used to be in a band. It wasn't great and fell apart after two or so years, but it helped him get into guitar playing, so he's not complaining. He sometimes made Ren listen to him practice in an attempt to impress him so he could see if Ren saw an improvement in his playing.

-Charlie tries to keep a journal to manage his anger issues. He's very inconsistent with it and he often gets frustrated trying to work through his feelings, but he does his best to manage, hoping it'll improve his mood eventually.

Mated headcannons:

-Micah and Ren like to tend to plants together, when they can. Micah often takes Ren out on walks to parks he knows Ren could snap some good photos at, and in return Ren takes Micah to spots he knows are rich with wild flowers. They both have little terrariums they grow together, and although their apartment is small, they have a couple plants the co-parent throughout the day. Their conversations on these walks/when they care for the plants together are often soft and loving, although little bouts of laughter aren't out of the ordinary.

-Charlie and Ren like to brush each other's hair and talk about their day after long hours of work. It helps relax the both of them and put them in the mood to rest, but it also just feels like an intimate action, one only they allow the other to share in. It's on of the few times Charlie can be heard speaking quietly. They'll often go until their scalps are sore, simply too wrapped up in each other's presence to want to stop talking.

-Leo and Rain have matching belly button piercings (they did this during college). They both wanted one and Rain had always loved the idea of getting piercings with someone as a date, so they got it done! And by got it done, I mean Rain pierced Leo's belly button himself and then he tried to do it on himself. Rain's looks surprisingly good considering how skewed his view was when he did it, but Leo likes to tease him about the slight right tilt you can see it at if you look close enough. Since that date, Leo only goes to Rain when he wants something pierced (He tries to pay but Rain doesn't let him).

-Micah and Charlie spend a lot of time bonding by cooking together. Micah's mom taught him how to cook and Charlie learned to help his dad out, so it's something they both grew up doing. They like to swap recipes occasionally and sometimes compete to see who can make the closest iteration of one of their parent's dishes (Micah's parents love when they do this because they often get to judge).

-Ren and Rain often watch horror movies together as their little bonding activity. It started because Ren wanted to build up his horror tolerance, and Rain quickly offered his expertise. They quickly found out that no amount of slow going or easing Ren into scary movies actually desensitized him, but that was ok. Ren found that he quite liked being scared when it was just a movie, especially since Rain was there to keep him calm. Sometimes they'll choose a goofier horror movie to enjoy so Ren can make fun of it alongside Rain, but he's just as content to watch a serious film, head buried in Rain's chest.

-Leo thought Charlie hated him for a week or so after he started dating the pack because the alpha never really spoke to him and kind of just looked at him intensely. He learned that he was wrong when Charlie kidnapped him from class one day and dragged him to a on-campus restaurant (didn't say a word about what he was doing or where they were going by the way) for their first official date. Turns out Charlie was just too afraid of scaring Leo off, but eventually couldn't bear the distance anymore. Ever since then, no matter how comfortable the two got with each other, Charlie made a habit of "stealing" Leo without any forewarning when he wants a one-on-one date.

-Ren isn't a very musical person compare to his mates, but Leo got him into playing the kalimba after they started dating. It was easy for him to pick up and he adores the gentle sound the instrument makes, so he actually dedicated himself to learning some songs. Leo always gets excited when Ren learns a new song and lets Ren play it for him if he would like. Sometimes they try to play duets together, if they can figure out how to make it work (Leo also got Ren a custom kalimba as a Christmas gift once, to Ren's immense joy).

-Rain and Charlie communicate by teasing each other. It may seem like they're actually trying to get under people's skin, but they're really just expressing how much the other means to them. Rain started it early into their relationship when he realized Charlie didn't know how to express his love for people without stuttering or getting frustrated. He told Charlie to complement him by turning said compliment into an insult. Charlie thought that was stupid and meanspirited, but it soon became a little inside joke between the two of them, which then became a regular habit. Rest assured, they're looking at each other with love in their eyes when they go back and forth.

-Micah may be an alpha, but he loves to nest with Leo. And by nest, he means letting Leo build a nest around the two of them while they cuddle because he knows he'll screw up his mate's vision. He can't get enough of Leo's loud, happy purrs when the nest comes out just right, snuggling closer for a victory celebration. Leo loves it equally because he gets to cuddle up with a mate he feels safe with while in a nest he built to perfection. It's the ultimate comfort, and it's good bonding time. The two often stay in the nest for hours, purring and chuffing into each other's skin until someone interrupts them.

-Micah and Rain spend a lot of time playing video games together before snuggling up on the couch, tired out. Micah doesn't know much about video games so Rain takes the time to explain everything to him, pointing out each action with a rarely displayed patience. Micah doesn't do great a majority of the time, especially if it's a fighting game, but it doesn't matter. Their gaming sessions are filled with laughter and teasing, as well as some heart to hearts when the mood calls for it. They end by camping on the couch until someone falls asleep (usually Micah), tangled up in each other's limbs.

I hope you enjoyed, and thanks for asking for an infodump! This was fun to write!

[void-packs-miscevoidblog]

Had to deconstruct my nest :(

It's soft and warm and so pretty and perfectly comfortable

My mate and Alpha and Owner all liked it too :(

But people are coming over tomorrow, so I had to clean up all my things from the game room

I can rebuilt it later, but still :(

My nest :(

[narcissisticomega]

it’s been two weeks since I was in heat, and

I got a dog bed and I’m about to start my shark week

and I can feel a heat coming on again

help