#a/b/o/d dynamics

[short-honey-badger]

Trouble Sleeping

This is pure filthy smut, that's literally it. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings! Smut SMut Smut! ABO universe as well. It's been a looong time since I've written for it. Pre time skip Law btw!

Pairings: Alpha! Trafalger D. Water Law x Omega! Reader

Summary: You notice that your captain hasn't slept in the past couple of days, so you offer to help him relax.

Part 2 ->

Masterlist.

It’s been what? Two? Three days since the last time Law had gotten a decent night’s rest? If it wasn’t the nightmares keeping him up every time he closed his eyes, then it was his incessant need to plan. To go over the research the alpha had begun to gather about Punk Hazard and Ceasar’s operation. It was all to get closer to Doflamingo of course, but Trafalgar would give anything not to have to deal with the disgusting scientist. 

And to get some rest, but the pirate doubted that would come anytime soon. 

Law wipes his eyes, pushing away from his desk and closing the thick folder of compiled notes. He needed a break, maybe even something to eat, too. The alpha’s stomach grumbled at the thought of food and he stood from his desk, grabbing his hat and fixing it properly on his head.

As he walked through the walls of familiar walls of the Polar Tang, Law thought about the newest member of his crew. While he wasn’t in the habit of picking up strays, you had piqued his interest when you wouldn’t stop bugging him and his crew about learning medicine. To quench his curiosity, Law had allowed you to come on board, and you have been a dutiful student ever since. And despite what Penguin and Shachi liked to think, it was not because you were a pretty omega in need asking for his help. Trafalgar liked to think he was better than his alpha instincts. 

Ah. Speaking of the omega, Law could smell your honeysuckle scent just around the corner. You must been in the galley. 

Law spots you at one of the tables in the corner, nose stuck in a medical text and a half-empty plate of whatever the cooks had made tonight. On a whim, he decides to grab a cup of coffee and his own serving and joins you at your table. You jump when he sets his plate down, but your expression brightens the moment you notice that it is your captain sitting across from you.

“Evening, Cap’n,” you greet, and Law finds his shoulders relaxing when he catches your scent again. It is warm and welcoming, soothing his frayed nerves with ease. 

“_-ya,” Law rumbles back in greeting and meets your eyes, smirking when he notices you watching him. He isn’t surprised when you speak up, but he doesn’t expect you to sound so concerned. 

“Have ya been gettin’ enough sleep Cap’n? Not ta speak out of turn, but you don’t look so good. A-and I’ve seen you roamin’ the halls more than usual,” you’re blushing when you finish, but Law finds your rambling endearing and doesn’t bother lying to you like he might others.

“Not really, little medic, but you shouldn’t worry about me. I’ll be fine,” He assures you and then sips his coffee. He glances over to see that the omega doesn’t look very satisfied with his answer, and his instincts make themselves known when he catches a whiff of hot displeasure in your scent. 

Before Trafalgar can do much and possibly make a fool of himself, you speak up again. 

“Well, is there anything that I can do to help?” the omega asks, and Law pauses, arm stalling midair, fork halfway to his mouth. Despite the innocent way you ask the question, his mind goes straight to the gutter, and the pirate captain sees you on your knees in his bed, face down and ass up, presenting beautifully for him. Law can hear the way your cute accent whispers his name, pretty eyes glistening with tears as you beg him for his cock. 

“Cap’n? You okay, there?” A cool hand on his forehead and your soft voice bring the alpha out of his daydream, and he flushes even more at having been caught zoning out like that. 

“Ah, sorry about that, _-ya. Just tired, like I said,” Law murmurs and sets his fork down to hide his face behind his cup of coffee. You assure him that he is fine and tentatively go back to your book when it seems like Law isn’t going to answer your question. 

In reality, the alpha is pondering your question. It was a fact that omegas were able to put alphas in a calming state. Usually, Law wouldn’t mention it, but you had asked if you could do anything for him, and your omega pheromones would most likely do the trick and put him to sleep. 

“You know what,” Law begins and you jerk your head up to look at him, surprised that he’d spoken up, “I think you can help me out, little medic. If you’re done here?”

Your eyebrows jump up, and then the little omega is nodding, a happy smile painting your lips. Law watches you stand and close your book, tucking it under your arm and then tossing your cleaned plate in the sink at the back of the room. He follows your path, and then Law is leading you out of the kitchen and back to his office. 

The alpha keeps going, opening up the door in his office that connects to his bedroom. You tentatively follow after him, and Law’s alpha rumbles in satisfaction at having such a pretty omega in his room. His scent, clean and fresh with a hint of steel, coats everything, and Law quietly hopes that it sticks with you after you leave his room. 

Trafalgar doesn’t think twice about tossing his hat to the side and shrugging off his shirt. His jeans are replaced by a pair of soft sweats, and when he looks at you, your face is bright red, eyes wide in shock. Your scent sweetens with a hint of arousal and Law smirks, it’s a surprise, but not unwelcome.

“You’ve learned a lot while you’ve been here, _-ya. So you know that omegas can manipulate their scents to calm down the other sex in tense situations. It works better when they have been near one another for long periods of time. I’d like for you to do that for me if you’re comfortable with that.” 

Law watches the omega as you think, but it doesn’t take you long to come to a decision. You set your book aside and give him a shy, unsure smile. 

“Got another pair of sweatpants? Jeans aren’t very comfortable to lay down in.”

The alpha chuckles and then sets about finding another pair of sweats. A dark, possessive part of him is delighted at the sight of you standing in his room with a pair of too-big sweatpants, and Law has to fight down the almost overwhelming need to pull you into his bed to scent you. Instead, like the gentleman he is trying to be, Law pulls back the covers of his bed and stands back, offering for you to crawl in first. 

“Make yourself comfortable,” the alpha drawls, and watches with lidded eyes as you slip into his his bed. He follows after and cuts the lights with a flick of his fingers and the use of his devil fruit. Law hears you suck in a sharp breath when he settles in beside you, laying on his side and tossing an arm over your hip. He emits his own calming pheromones and blinks at the back of your head when you take deep, shuddering breaths of his scent. 

The alpha hadn’t expected you to do that, but the sight of you breathing in his scent made his hold on you tighten, and Law pulled you back into his chest, leaning down to bury his face in your hair. He hums when you lift your leg, and he slips his thigh in between your legs, bringing the two of you impossibly closer. 

After that, it is easy for the two of you to relax, honeysuckle and steel mixing to create a unique scent that represents the alpha and omega. Being surrounded by the combined scent leaves Law feeling drowsy, eyes fluttering shut as he shoves his face closer to the scent gland on your neck, desperate for more of that sweet honeysuckle. You squirm for half a second and then settle again, content to help out your captain where you can.

Neither of you expects to fall asleep, but when Law wakes, he feels far more refreshed than he has in a long time. He cracks open his eyes and takes in the new position the two of you shifted to in sleep. Trafalgar lays on his back and the little omega has sprawled over his chest, your face pressed into the hollow of his throat, and arms wrapped around his neck. His arms are wrapped securely around your waist, and Law smiles when you mutter softly and shift in your sleep.

Law contemplates going back to sleep, but then you shift again, and all thoughts of sleep fly out of his mind when your hip brushes against his cock. He fights back a groan, tattooed hands flexing and digging into your soft skin. Fuck. He wants you. He wants your attention, and your pretty eyes and plush mouth on him all the time. The alpha wants to bite you, sink his teeth into your nape, and claim you as his. 

He rolls, trapping you under him, and you wake with a gasp, eyes flying open to stare at your captain who looms above you. He looks frightening in the low light of his room, but the way his scent is wrapped around you is nothing but comforting. You aren’t scared of this dangerous alpha. 

“_-ya,” Law growls your name, dipping down to press his brow against your own, eyes catching yours and glowing with hot arousal, “You did so well for me. Helping me get some rest. Let me reward such a good omega.” 

The way your scent turns hot and sticky with arousal is enough of an answer for Law. He turns his head, keeping himself held up with one arm as the other grips your jaw. Trafalgar’s lips meet your own in a steamy kiss. He smooths his thumb up, catching your bottom lip and tugging it down, pulling your mouth open enough to slip his tongue inside. 

You whine under him, hands digging into his hair to the point of pain, but it only makes the alpha groan into the kiss. Law’s dick throbs in his pants, so he moves, grinding up into the welcoming heat between his legs. The friction is delicious, but it isn’t enough. 

Law lifts himself up, breaking the kiss and leaving you winded. Your pupils are blown, and your mouth is bright red from the way his facial hair has rubbed against your skin. He shimmies down, hands finding the waistband of the sweats you wear and hooking his fingers under them. He makes sure to catch the other elastic band he feels and tugs the pants and your underwear down in one fell swoop. 

“Fuck, you smell so good, Baby,” Law rumbles and shoves his face in the slope of your right, lips mouthing at the minor scent glands there. You cry out and grp his hair even harder, eyes blown wide as you watch him breathe you in, “Like honey and warm desserts.” 

“Y-you smell good too, Cap’n,” You whisper, voice shaking as you try and deal with the pleasure that Law smothers you with, “Clean and fresh. I like it.” 

A low growl erupts in the room and Law rewards your compliment by flattening his tongue and licking a stripe along your entire cunt. The alpha groans at the taste, your slick is just as sweet as you smell, and Trafalgar regrets never asking you to his room sooner. He grabs your hips, lifting them so that he can point his tongue and shove it deep into your leaking hole. 

You wail, curses falling from your lips as you buck your hips against his face, seeking that burning pleasure that only Law can give you. The alpha drinks from you, lewd slurping sounds filling the room until you are bowing forward and pulling him off your cunt. 

Law’s face is soaked in your juices, and he bares his teeth at you for pushing him away. He would know if he’d made you come, and he looks at you to demand an answer. 

“I want you to fuck me, Cap’n,” You say and it stalls Law in his tracks. Your eyes shine with want and you grip his shoulders, nails digging in, “I- I want to come on your cock, not your tongue.” 

The pirate can’t get his pants off fast enough. His lanky legs end up getting tangled in his sweats, but you patiently extract the fabric and toss them to the floor. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, and slick leaks out of you to stain Law’s sheets. The alpha’s dick is the perfect specimen, thick at the base, knot looking inflated already. His length tapers up slightly, only to end in a silky head that leaks with precum. 

“Get on your knees, Baby. Present for me, yeah?” Law orders and you scramble to obey, brain mush with alpha pheromones that leave you feeling fuzzy. 

His omega rolls to their knees, thighs parted in a wonderful display of trust. You bite the pillow under you, whining when your senses are overwhelmed with the scent of your Captain. Tears leak from your eyes and a low cry escapes you when Law drapes himself over your back, cock slotting between your legs and dragging over your pussy. 

Law ruts against you, coating his dick in your slick until his member is nice and soaked. He leans back enough to grab the base, angling it up to run the head of his cock through your folds. You sob at the feeling, back arching and hips shaking in search of him. 

“Please, Law. I’m wet enough, just put it in,” You whine and the alpha growls at the way you beg him. His tip catches your entrance on his neck stroke, and Law doesn’t stop gravity as he sinks into your warm heat. 

You feel amazing around him, walls fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly that Law hisses as he sicks another inch down. His mouth drops, and he sucks in greedy mouthfuls of your scent, leaning down to nip at the gland on your neck where the sweet smell is the most potent. 

“You’re mine after this, got it, omega? No one else can have you this way. No one else can feel your tight cunt other than me,” Law snarls and you nod frantically, face still pressed into the pillows. 

The alpha doesn’t wait any longer, sinking the rest of the way inside and snarling at the way his knot catches on your walls. It's overwhelming, and Law presses his forehead harshly against your shoulder blades to prevent himself from biting you. Now wasn’t the time to try and forge a mating bond. Not when Doflamingo still threatened everything that Law cared for. 

Trafalgar fucks you like a man possessed, hands harsh and fingertips digging in hard enough to leave bruises. He snaps his hips, dragging his cock along your walls as you clench and flutter around him. He changes angles, slowing down only to roughly slam into you, and you shout when his dick catches against that spongy spot inside of you. 

Law grins, teeth bared in a feral grin as he focuses on that spot and pounds into your cunt. Your hands grip the sheets hard enough the tear them, tears leaking down your face as Law abuses that spot inside of you. It’s not long before the alpha has you shouting your name, jaw dropping open in a silent scream as you come around his cock. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Law chants when your cunt constricts around him. He wants to come inside of you, pump you so full of his seed that it would be dripping out for the next week. But knotting you means pups, and those aren’t something that anyone needs right now. 

So, despite his instincts screaming at him to mark you on the inside, Law pulls out when he feels that tension snap, pumping his dick and instead painting your backside and cunt with his spend. He milks his cock, shaking and whining as he gently massages his knot. Your hips have fallen without Law to hold you up, but that doesn’t stop him from draping himself back over the omega, hand finding your hip and rubbing his cum into your skin. He needed to make sure that you were properly covered after all. 

Below him, you settle into the comfy bed and close your eyes. You are content to let your alpha take care of you, and so easily fall back to sleep. 

Your captain snickers softly when he notices that his omega has already dropped back off to sleep, and rolls the two of you to the side, snuggling close and closing his eyes. He’d take you to the shower later, but for now, Law was just happy that you were here to help him go back to sleep too. 

[thisisallthehattersfault]

I’m having Omegaverse One Piece thoughts again

Luffy in a rut has the most insane patrolling instinct he needs to search Every Inch Of This Ship Now Right Now and he’s sprinting around the Sunny one day and practically fucking Teleports into Usopp’s workshop and Tackles him chuffing and nuzzling and grooming him because! Friend!! PackCrewLove!!! And Usopp is like How and Where Did You Come From and I Didn’t Even Hear You Come In Seriously How

But then Usopp is laughing too hard to keep complaining because Luffy is nuzzling him so aggressively they have fully tipped over onto the floor. Through his giggles Usopp (beta) tries to scold Luffy that he’s gonna put Usopp in a rut! Knock it off!! But he’s already nuzzling back so Does He Really Care? Checkmate.

They end up doing that aggressive-scenting-nuzzling-grooming I-can-be-more-affectionate-than-you-can-jackass kind of play fighting and roll across the floor laughing and making happy noises and smooshing their faces against each other and then yes, Usopp Does enter a pseudo-Rut and end up joining Luffy in his deranged insane hyperactive patrolling

Smash cut to Nami standing at the helm staring into the middle distance with the most exhausted look on her face as these two idiots with the zoomies sprint back and forth past her at Mach Fuck

[khepiari]

LuLaw Fic Idea Because I Woke Up Dreaming Omegaverse

What if I write an Omegaverse LuLaw.

But but but but, Alpha Law has no desire to top or the urge to bite Omega Luffy. Instead he wants Luffy to rail him with his pretty Omega Cock and Imprint it?

Law has tried topping with alpha, beta and omega. He has played switch with Alphas and Betas and done everything that is expected of an Alpha, including what’s not expected of an Alpha, like bottoming with other Alpha and Beta.

Finally, he meets Luffy, an omega who doesn’t believe in the shit expected of him, absolutely refuses to bottom not because he hates it, its because he hates the whole cultural expectation to be be docile.

And it is that moment that Law knows, he wants to be folded like an origami dragon fly and fucked hard, until he is covered in omega pheromones.

Who will stop me from writing? Who? Who?

My fic writer god complex is high…

[sarahowritesostucky]

Alpha, Beta (& Omega) Masterlist

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, dom/sub elements, alpha Steve, beta Bucky, hurt/comfort, wedding night, alternate history, nobility/royalty au, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage, enemies to lovers

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, eldest son James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

A contract of engagement. (Word count: 1066) Teen

A most untoward introduction. (Word count: 2368) Mature

A wedding eve's dinner. (Word count: 1619) Teen

A late morning wedding. (Word count: 1862) Teen

A wedding night. (Word Count 2411) Explicit

A honeymoon. (Word Count 2976) Teen

A honeymoon, cont'd. (Word Count: 3536) Mature

A consummation. (Word Count: 2817) Explicit

A fever (Word Count: 3619) Mature

A consummation, cont'd (Word count: 2928) Explicit

A school reunion (Word count 3449) Teen

A sojourn in London (Word count 2010) Teen

A public scene (Word count 3617) Teen

A Headship's rebuke (Word count 3627) Teen

A dream, a visit, a game (Word count 4823) Explicit

A tour of the continent (Word count 5652) Explicit

A homecoming (Word count 4286) Explicit

A settling In (Word count 5616) Teen

A courtship (Word count 3201) Explicit

An Inquiry (Word count 6883) Explicit

Masterlist

@openup-yourmind

[aberooski]

Respectfully?

SOBBING 🥹

[omegaovaries]

prompt: assumptions (warnings: omegaverse) | ao3

Of course Ace had realized that when he re-met Sabo they were already past puberty and thus had already presented. 

He and Sabo were in sync in everything when they were younger- fighting, eating, protecting and providing for Luffy, why would he assume that presenting would be any different? Ace had presented as an alpha on his sixteenth birthday and spent the time before sailing away being taught manners and decorum by Makino. When he miraculously met up with his presumed dead other half, he automatically assumed that because he was an alpha, Sabo would be too. 

It backhands Ace in the face that he’s wrong when Sabo drops by one night on the Moby, looking tired and triumphant, sheepishly asking to crash with Ace for a bit before he has to head back to the Revs. What was Ace going to say, no? 

So here Ace is, standing like a tool in the middle of his own room as Sabo strips down to his under things, he rips off the scent patches at his neck and wrist throwing them into the waste bin next to the small desk Ace has, throwing one of Ace’s barely used shirts over himself to sleep in. He sits down on Ace’s bed to start peeling at the scent patches on his inner thighs. Ace can’t stop staring at them. When they’re taken off Ace probably makes a sound because Sabo immediately turns to look at him.

Ace’s tongue feels heavy in his mouth. He opens his mouth and has to immediately swallow, Sabo’s scent starting to permeate through the air of his room. He forgets what he was going to say. He doesn’t know if he was going to say anything at all.

“I didn’t know you were an omega.”

Sabo blinks up at him. “Is that a problem?”

“What-No! Don’t be stupid it’s fine, you’re fine, you don’t have to be anything you don’t want to be! I just,” Ace pauses, not sure how to continue, not sure how to voice out I should have known because you should have been with us when you presented and you smell like everything I’ve ever wanted. 

Sabo’s always known how to read him though and time hasn’t changed that. He stares up at Ace for a moment before his lips quirk up at the side into a playful close lipped, knowing smile that Ace knows wants to be an open grin. He goes to say something but his mouth is overtaken by a yawn. Sabo blinks, slow and sleepy, before he flops back onto Ace’s bed. He shifts around until he’s comfortable, nose buried into Ace’s pillow. 

“Well if there’s nothing bothering you, hurry up and get changed, I’m tired.” 

“Yeah, yeah whatever,” Ace grumbles even as he sets his hat next to Sabo’s and strips down into what he would usually wear to sleep. 

He hesitates at the edge of his own bed but Sabo is tired enough to just roll his eyes and pull Ace down next to him. He throws one of Ace’s arms over himself and throws one of his own legs over Ace, shuffling until he settles into a comfortable position and sighs so sweetly into Ace’s throat that it makes Ace go cross eyed just hearing it. Ace’s fingers twitch when he feels the point of Sabo’s nose press against the divot under his Adam’s apple. 

He rubs his nose into the hair at Sabo’s hairline, hesitating for one, two, three heartbeats before he presses his lips against Sabo’s forehead, gentle and affectionate. 

Sabo releases a soft purr in response, falling more lax as he settles into sleep. 

Ace watches him until he can’t keep his eyes open any longer.

[moonmothbroth]

Okay but i want omega Law to get an absolutely BEAUTIFUL intricate white lace wedding dress and for so much of the wedding to have a white color scheme. I think it might remind him of Flevance and give him a good memory whenever he's reminded of it. Ik Law probs wouldn't have cared about weddings and all the decorum that comes with them, but maybe this is something the strawhats help cook up with Luffy so they can help make this an amazing occasion for Law.

[wheneverfeasible]

Used

wc: 2.3k || rating: E || cw/tags: a/b/o dynamics, d/s dynamic, degradation, pain play (spanking, pinching), gagging, double penetration, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, knotting, referenced domestic/child abuse, MDNI || ao3

I’m gonna be honest. I have mixed feelings about Billy Hargrove, but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone. So I present to you, shameless A/B/O Metal Sandwich smut.

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Everyone had always expected him to be an alpha. Hell, he’d been raised like one even before his presentation, his father refusing to accept anything else from his only son.

Nature had a way of ruining one’s expectations.

Staring up into the brown eyes of the leering alpha before him, the man’s cock thick and heavy and already dripping with precome begging to be licked and sucked clean, he couldn’t help but be so utterly thankful that nature gave him a tight little pussy instead.

Especially when strong hands fisted his hair from behind, jerking his head back so his neck arched to take in the second alpha at his back. A moan left him at the action, his pussy throbbing with fresh slick. He didn’t touch himself, however, no matter how much he longed to, how much it was almost painful to refrain.

“Such a good little slut, waiting so patiently to be filled,” the dark voice intoned above him. His hands tightened where they were resting on his thighs, kneeling on the ground as he waited for his alphas’ orders.

He knew he was lucky, having both of them. They took care of him, made him feel safe in a way he never felt with his family, and used him in just the way he always craved. In moments like this, he could let all the rest of it go and just be.

A whimper escaped when the heavy cock of one of his alphas tapped at his lips already plumped by teeth, dropping his jaw obediently and rolling out his tongue so his alpha’s cock could drag teasingly over the muscle. Saliva pooled, mixed with the salty precome, and dribbled down his chin.

“Always so fucking eager,” the alpha before him scoffed, mean and perfect, while the other pulled his hair harder. His slick had already made its way over his thighs, his body aching at being empty for so long. He knew better than to rush his alphas, however.

Sometimes, when he wanted to be punished, he would be a brat. But today he just wanted to be used however they wanted him. Wanted nothing more than to be their little slut and cum dumpster, or whatever else they wanted from him.

As the thick cock continued dragging on his tongue, pressing up against his palate over and over again, his other alpha reached around him to slide a hand over his chest, fingers reaching for his nipple and squeezing hard, tugging at the new bar that pierced through it, causing another sharp moan to leave him as his cocklet jerked and spurted out its own pre-release, pussy gushing out his pleasure.

His alpha’s cock left his tongue to slap him in the face, smearing the preejaculate there on his cheek with a small growl.

“You’re as noisy as a bitch in heat. You wanna be used like one too, slut?”

“Yes, alpha, please,” he whimpered. “Please use me. Please show me what a filthy slut I am.” His alphas grinned at each other, and he knew he answered the way he was supposed to. “Please fuck me.”

“Oh, we intend to, precious,” his alpha behind him whispered. He twisted the piercing between his fingers some more, smirking at the cry of pain-pleasure that caused. “What do you think, Stevie? Should we put this whore in his place and see just how much his little omega pussy can take?”

Steve grinned across at Eddie, his hand reaching out to roughly grip Billy’s jaw between his fingers harder enough to bruise. “Let’s make certain he doesn’t wake the neighbors, shall we?” With that dangerous gleam in his eyes that Billy loved so much, Steve forced his jaw open and shoved the soaked, filthy silk panties he’d made Billy wear earlier into his mouth.

Only when he released Billy did Eddie shove him to the ground, forcing his hips up in presentation. A sharp smack to his ass had Billy yelping against the panty gag in his mouth, as well as causing another rush of slick to coat his pussy in anticipation.

Steve moved around to watch as Eddie shoved three fingers deep inside Billy without any other preparation, grinning when Billy let out a muffled yell as his fingers scrambled against the rough rug below him. Like the whore he was, Billy pressed back against those fingers eagerly, wishing for more.

Eddie was, of course, a generous alpha. He roughly worked his fingers inside Billy, the wet sound of it filling the room amidst Billy’s moans. It wasn’t enough, however, couldn’t fill him as he needed, couldn’t go as deep. He moved to spread his knees wider, pushing back for all he could get.

“God. You really are a cock slut, aren’t you?” Steve scoffed, watching the display with a disinterested expression, but his eyes took in the sight of Eddie’s shiny fingers disappearing in his pussy with hunger. His large cock bobbed in the air in anticipation that Billy felt in his bones.

“Maybe we should just leave him like this in punishment. Leave his gaping pussy empty,” Eddie sneered, pulling his fingers out with a loud squelch. Before Billy could whine in complaint, however, his large hand was coming down and slapping his pussy hard, causing Billy to jerk forward with a high whine.

“Or maybe we should call Tommy, fuck him instead and make this slut watch.” Steve knelt down on the carpet, grabbing Billy by his curls and forcing his head back, tsking at the sight of the tears Billy couldn’t keep back any longer. “Pathetic.”

Steve rolled his eyes as though greatly put upon, letting out a heavy sigh. “Though we already have this one here. It’d be a pity to have to start over.”

“You’re too right,” Eddie agreed with a small groan as though equally annoyed. Another sharp sting of hand hitting Billy’s pussy caused him to cry out against his gag, rocking forward before pushing back for anything to fill how empty he was. “Might as well use this used up pussy for now.”

Yes, yes, yes, that was all Billy wanted at this moment. To be used and put in his place and shown just what a fucking slut he was for his alphas. He wanted to be good for them. His mind was already starting to go hazy with just the thought of them both inside him.

Eddie settled back on the pile of blankets they’ve shoved away to get Billy on the hard ground, watching Billy shiver with a small smirk as he slid his hand over his own thick cock before glancing up at Steve. “Make him work for it, honey.”

Steve released Billy’s hair to grin down at Eddie, and though Billy couldn’t see it properly, he could hear the way Steve swooped over to the other alpha to draw him into a filthy kiss, could hear the hiss of Eddie as Steve’s hand replaced his on his alpha cock, making Billy whine.

“Our whore is jealous, I think,” Steve breathed against Eddie’s lips. “Have we been too mean to him?”

A dark chuckle left Eddie that went straight to Billy’s core. “Maybe we ought to make up for it. Fill that tight little pussy. Then maybe fill his tight little ass too.”

Billy shuddered at that, his cocklet twitching madly at just that thought. He loved his pussy being filled, but he also loved his ass being filled too. He always felt so deliciously dirty and used up after that.

“Maybe if he’s a good boy,” Steve agreed, and then hands were in his hair again, pulling and dragging him around to face Eddie splayed against the remains of their temporary nest. “Can you be a good boy, pet?”

Billy nodded rapidly, uncaring of the way his hair tugged painfully in Steve’s grip.

“Prove it, slut. Take his fucking cock, all of it.”

Billy scrambled forward the second his hair was released, climbing into Eddie’s lap and not even hesitating for a second as he lined his alpha’s cock up before impaling himself in one swift glide all the way down. He threw his head back with a sharp keen as he felt his alpha spearing him open, sheathing his alpha fully with that one swift movement.

Eddie let out a groan of his own, his hands moving to Billy’s hips with bruising pressure. “You take my cock so well,” he groaned, sliding his feet to rest flat on the floor, bending his knees up to give him the needed lift to thrust up into Billy. “Show me how well you can ride me.”

Billy wasted no time with that, placing his hands flat on his alpha’s chest to behind rocking forward, thighs quivering as he rode his alpha fast and hard. Still, it wasn’t enough, however. Not when he could feel his other alpha watching from behind.

He whined and whimpered, needing more. Needing to be bred properly like the bitch he was, needed both his alphas inside him. Please, please, please please pleasepleaseplease—

The pop of a cap answered his prayers.

Billy cried out against the sodden gag in his mouth as he felt a strong hand push him forward against Eddie’s chest, and then two fingers cold with live were pressed up against his asshole. They only teased his hole for a moment before shoving their way inside, causing Billy to choke on the panties in his mouth as an orgasm ripped through him.

“Fucking slut,” Eddie chuckled darkly against his ear. “Couldn’t even get another cock in you before you blew.” He glanced over Billy’s shaking shoulder at Steve. “I think he needs to be punished.”

Steve smirked down at Eddie, sliding his hand from Billy’s back to curl against the back of Eddie’s neck to draw him forward, ignoring Billy between them as he brought Eddie in for a kiss.

“Let’s make him feel us tomorrow,” Steve agreed on a breath as they parted. “If he wants to act like a slut, I’ll treat him like one.”

That was all the warning Billy received before Steve’s fingers were removed from his ass, at the same time Eddie pulled the soaked panties from his mouth. Eddie’s fingers immediately replaced them, pressing down on his tongue until he gagged. Then, slick with lube, Steve’s cock pushed him.

Billy screamed against Eddie’s fingers, feeling split in two in a wholly new way as Eddie’s cock continued rocking up into his pussy and Steve pushed deep into his asshole. His eyes rolled back as he all but collapsed fully against Eddie as his two alphas fucked into him, his own cocklet hard once more.

Delicious pain and never ending pleasure were all he could acknowledge as he was filled and used and stretched around his alphas, drool pooling out around Eddie’s fingers that had started fucking his mouth with them too. Spoken about like he wasn’t even there, just an insignificant toy used by his alphas for their own pleasure.

It was hard and it was brutal and it was perfect.

“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie groaned beneath him.

“Fill him, baby,” Steve moaned behind him, his pace quickening as thrust into him with more and more abandon. “Fill his dirty little pussy up for me. Come with me, baby.”

Eddie growled, shoving Billy down hard on his cock until his growing knot popped inside, and then he was coating Billy’s insides with his seed in a flood of warmth. Almost immediately after, Steve thrust in hard against him, his own knot popping inside his asshole, and as both his alphas filled him with their love, Billy’s vision whited out before going dark.

An unidentified time later, Billy slowly came too with a groan of pain, feeling his pussy, ass, and jaw throb with exquisite aches. Almost immediately he felt gentle hands stroking over his back, his sides, pushing his hair out of his face so soft lips could brush over his brow, cheeks, nose, and jaw.

“You were so good for us, sweetheart,” Steve’s voice rumbled quietly from below him. “So perfect for us, our perfect omega.”

Eddie pressed against Billy’s back, soothing him with his own murmured praise as Billy slowly came back to himself.

“Is that what you wanted, darling? Do you feel better now?” Eddie wanted to know, nosing behind his ear as Steve cupped Billy’s cheek with a worried gaze.

“Were we too rough with you?”

A sleepy, content smile curled at Billy’s lips, and he snuggled in deeper against his alpha’s chest as he grabbed his other alpha’s hand to wrap around him more firmly. He could tell his alphas had cleaned him up, had relocated him into Steve’s bed the three of them were now curled up in. He never felt so loved.

“That was perfect, alphas,” he slurred a little, still a little too blissed out from everything.

He had come over to Steve’s after another argument with his father, thankful Eddie was already there, and told his alphas exactly what he needed to feel better. As always, they were more than happy to provide Billy with what he needed.

There were times that he craved something gentler, sweeter, but sometimes he just needed to be used and forget about everything else. His alphas always provided him that. Always provided him with everything.

There were also tentative talks of moving in together, after graduation. Of starting a real family, the three of them. And maybe, a little further down the road, maybe a few pups too.

Billy let out a content, happy sigh as he cuddled between his alphas. He’d feel the night’s activities for several days, he could tell, would be reminded of his alphas’ love for him with every twinged muscle and throb of a bruise, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

~~~

This might not be strictly Steddie but it’s part of it so…

Hostage Hotties:

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @honeii-puff @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-wierdlife

@everywherenothere @bumblebeecuttlefishes

This will probably be the only Harringroveson I ever write, so if it’s not your jam, feel free to ignore this 😅

[deus-ex-mona]

if the trope works, it ✨works✨ y’know~

[vminhoes]

Dinner and a show

Yoongi doesn't expect the hot guy he's been crushing on to be the who he's delivering food to, and Taehyung doesn't expect the pretty omega who doesn't know his name to come to his door in heat

[khepiari]

LuSan Fic Update: Ch 2 of My Happy Marriage With Monkey D Luffy

Chapter 2: Severing the ties before I embark on my happy marriage journey

Summary: A|B|O Arranged Marriage Alpha Luffy x Omega Sanji Age-Gap: 19 x 29 Chapter word count: 2200 Total chapter updated: 2/5

Even before my tears could dry, my bouquet was taken away from me, and I was whisked away from the celebration and put in my room! Reiju was the culprit, and her waiting staff were her partners in crime. “Why am I here? Shouldn’t we all eat together?”

My sister pressed the centre of her forehead like she was fed up with my thought process. “Now is not the time for thinking about the banquet. My guts are telling me to send you away as soon as possible. You didn’t notice the air around our father and those three rascals. We both know they hate being outsmarted and played for a fool.”

My heart was stubborn as a mule, I had spent hours preparing that welcoming banquet. A part of me wanted to see my very newly wedded husband bite into the meals I prepared. “But—”

With a gentle finger on my lips, my sister cut me. “Shhh! Do you think we have time to eat any more? If they rushed the wedding, that means they have no intentions of staying here any moment longer. Even before you arrived to greet your in-laws, half the wedding feast was already gobbled up from the plate and wiped clean. Girls hurry, pack his basics, we don’t have time. And guards, don’t let anyone in. Not even our brothers.” My sister began wiping my face, “I don’t know what that little boy of a husband of yours is planning. I am certain he has no wish to keep you here any longer.” Rejiu pointed at her belly, “I am telling you my very hyperactive Alpha guts are telling me to send you away as soon as I can. I don’t trust the other three morons we have in this family. We can’t be lax, every fibre in my body is telling me if I keep you here any longer, something worse will happen. I will not let you suffer, I want you to leave now. And—” My sister had questions, but she didn’t ask, and decided to change the direction of the conversation to something lighter, “Why do you refuse to shave this little beard? Hmm? I am preparing you in advance so that you look decent enough when you step on the ship, okay?” She tickled my chin like I was a cat. “Are you hungry?” I shook my head, I could use a roll of tobacco, though. Hunger was not a priority on my list, I just wished I got to see people relishing the feast I cooked. “You were so cute as a baby, now you look all rough and tough. What a manly and beautiful brother I have.” Reiju cupped my face and kissed me on the nose and doused me in her pheromones. I inhaled it all, and I wanted a bit more. For some reason, her pheromones reminded me of my mother’s hug. “For protection.” All these years, she had been up on her toes, trying to keep danger away from me. “Even this face has lost his baby fat. What a tough face!”

“Omega and tough don’t go hand-in-hand, sister.”

“Tch, silly boy! You are the strongest Omega in the four seas”

“Can I get a smoke?”

“Are you still nervous?” I didn’t reply. “If you want, I can give you one, but—” My sister pulled one from between the folds of her chest and handed one. “It is doused in my pheromones too, hehehehe. Luffy might not like it.”

I took it, “I don’t like being exposed…” Generally, my pheromones would be doused by the smell of cooking oil, tobacco, and perfume. Mostly, Reiju would cover me in her scent every day and whenever I felt particularly sensitive she would give me rolls of tobacco drenched in her pheromones. The burnt smoke calmed the palpitating uneasiness in my chest whenever my omega guts told me to feel scared. As today was supposed to be my engagement, I had washed and cleaned my hair, and bathed in the hottest water my skin could bear. Now I felt exposed without my armour of cheap perfume smells, thick odour of used oil and my sister’s love. “Luffy’s smell overwhelmed me, and there were so many alphas….” One of Reiju’s helpers tried to reapply the foundation and squirmed, My face was aching, how much did I cry? “I feel raw.”

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[aziraphales-library]

hello library team!! i have a somewhat strange search going on that i'm having trouble parsing through:

i'm looking for specifically sfw omegaverse fics, any characters, any ships, it doesn't matter. yes, strange, but i love potential for worldbuilding. unfortunately, i can only ever find nsfw. i know mod d answered a similar ask a few years back, but i wanted to see if there was any hidden gems you could find.

i would greatly appreciate some help in this, much love being sent <3

Hi! Yes, we have some specifically sex/heat/mating-free a/b/o fics here. The fics I have here do include them as themes, but are non-explicit with no sex scenes. Enjoy!...

Till The Stars Go Out by WildestHeart (T)

Takes place roughly a year before Preparations. An attempt is made to woo Aziraphale into being Crowley's mate. Aziraphale has a different idea of courtship.

That Lavender Haze by KiaraMGrey (T)

Crowley has no interest in attending the party of some rich Lord. But with his title and inheritance on the line, he needs to find an alpha husband, and fast. But Crowley isn't like the other omegas. He's snappy and impatient and unwilling to be treated like some pet to an alpha. When the party goes south, he's sure that he'll never find someone compatible with him. But maybe he just needs to meet an angel.

Finding Home by Vagabond (M)

Aziraphale protects, as it is his nature. Whether it is giving away his flaming sword to defenseless humans, or coming to Crowley in his time of need, he sees it as his duty. If there's a little bit of love simmering beneath it all, especially when a certain demon's wings are laid out before him shivering with need, well. He'll do his duty first, and figure out the rest later. Or: an alpha angel and an omega demon eventually overcome the end of the world, their insecurities, and manage to find a home together.

Twice Bitten, Once Shy by JoseyxNeko (M)

Crowley is the new Alpha in Tadfield and on the opening day of his new shop a very angelic Omega walks in. They hit it off right away, and- what a coincidence! They both have seventeen year old sons. Their mateship is guaranteed, so long as their sons can get along. What could possibly go wrong? Warlock is the new kid in Tadfield, and on the first day of school a boy with a mop of dirty blond hair makes fun of his name. They butt heads right away, but what a coincidence! Their dads both want them to meet their new love interests. Their rivalry is guaranteed, so long as they don't get along. What could possibly go right?

Duty and Desire by Purple_Rose_Writes (M)

A Regency-Era GO Omegaverse Human AU Aziraphale Heavens has resisted taking a mate, but when the family hits hard times, he has no choice. His fears about being mated to an alpha he's never met are only heightened when Alpha Anthony Crowley is rather non-traditional. Is he doomed to a life of abuse and mistreatment? Or is there more to Crowley than meets the eye?

Stubborn Love by Get_Wrexed (M)

Lord Aziraphale Fell, the Viscount of Whitefeather Manor and heir for the title of Earl of Sussex is a reserved, persnickety fellow much more fond of literature than the tedious song and dance of noble society. Although he is in need of a mate, he is plagued with the residual fear of a heartbreak several years past. Lord Anthony Crowley, the youngest and only Omega child of the Earl and Countess of Sutherland, is a wild, untamable thing with a propensity for outspokenness and mischief, underscored by an intriguing disregard for etiquette despite the good breeding and education to know far better. Both are faced with the newfound knowledge that a True Mate awaits them out in the world, and are faced with the question: shall they remain in search for their destined partner, the other half of their soul? Or shall they forge ahead and write their own destiny? *** The turn-of-the-century nobility True Mates Omegaverse AU literally nobody asked for ***

- Mod D

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence" Pt 10

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: age gap, boarding school au, a/b/o, dub-con/non-con, spanking, feminization, dumbification, sexism, misogyny, prostate milking, discipline, D/s elements, hurt/comfort, mentions of past self-harm, predatory behavior, teacher/student, bathroom use control, humiliation, omorashi

Summary: Bucky Barnes is young, confused, and conflicted—a real "rebel without a cause" type. His parents ship him off to Steve's reform school to help him get straightened out into a "proper young omega."

Wait! I haven't read an earlier part of this fic! Story Masterlist

Part 10 Expedient Action

Steve watches as the kid’s lower lip trembles, his stubborn little cleft chin moving along with it, and he hums sadly. “Do you remember the last time you were happy, Bucky?”

The boy shrugs, won’t meet his eyes. “Dunno,” he eventually says.

Steve nods, having expected as much. Slowly, he curls his fingers over the top of the towel at Bucky’s waist. Bucky’s stomach sucks in with tension when he realizes that Steve intends to pull the towel off him, but he makes no move to try and stop it. Steve lets it fall to the floor, then looks at Bucky’s lap, eyes briefly considering the state of the omega’s rigid little prick, before sliding to the side to look at his leg. Sadness fills him again at seeing them, even though he’d known they were there.

Right along the top of Bucky’s left thigh are a series of pale lines. Scars, lined up in a tidy little row that begins at his hipbone and ends several inches before the knee. Most are white, but some are pink, still in various stages of healing from the recent past. Months old, but not years. Steve grabs Bucky’s hands when he tries to cover himself. “It’s okay, Buck. You’re not in trouble.”

Bucky whines and tugs his hands away. “Leave me alone,” he groans, sounding miserable. Steve has no doubt that he is, though that doesn’t mean that he’s not aroused, as well. Steve could smell his slick as soon as he’d gotten out of the shower, and it’s only intensified since then. Understandable, after what they’d witnessed from the doorway of Parker’s room. (Steve really needs to give Natasha a good bonus this semester. That woman knows how to get a task done.)

With the towel discarded, Bucky’s scent is rich and unimpeded, that pleasant mix of loamy earth and spiced verbena combining to arouse Steve’s senses. Virtually all omegas smell nice at bare minimum. Even ones pregnant by other alphas still smell good, if not particularly arousing. But again, he’s reminded that the notes of Bucky’s scent stand out to him more than what he’s accustomed to, pulling at all the baser instincts that live in the back of his brain.

He tries his best not to let his enjoyment of it show, but there’s only so much a man can do. He’s wearing his own special brand of compression underwear at the moment. Made for alphas, thank god, or else there’d be a very different situation at the front of his slacks right now. The bloody things are tight as fuck, but they do a good job at concealing all but the most aggressive of boners. And for an alpha who spends his days surrounded by hundreds of teenaged omegas reaching the peak of their sexual maturity, they are a godsend.

Steve rests his hand on Bucky’s leg, right over the scars. Oh Sweetheart, he thinks mournfully. Who did this to you? He lets his thumb trace one silvery-thin line, probably one of the oldest, and hushes Bucky’s whimper when it comes. “When did you start doing this, Honey?” he asks, being careful to keep his voice as gentle and as coaxing as he can. “Shh. It’s okay.”  Poor thing’s just embarrassed as all get-out, and Steve isn’t trying to scold him. “When, Bucky?”

“I dunno.” He shrugs and won’t meet Steve’s eyes. “Couple’a years ago, I guess. I don’t do it anymore. Not … not much.”

“That makes sense,” Steve observes. He’s baiting Bucky, and it works.

The kid peeks up at him. “It does?”

“Sure. Your heats mature at about fifteen, sixteen. That’s when it gets harder. Without a safe and consistent partner with you each cycle, you’re not going to be very fulfilled.” He watches as Bucky frowns down at his lap and thinks about that. “Has that been your experience?” he prods gently. “Feeling unfulfilled?”

“I … no.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Want to try saying that like you mean it?”

Bucky grimaces. “I mean, I didn’t use to think so. It just was what it was, y’know? Most kids don’t have a heat partner, so I figured I was just bein’ oversensitive. I at least had Brock. … Once in a while, anyways.”

“Hm.” 

“I thought that was good,” he says, looking to Steve for confirmation in a way that is pitifully naïve. “Nobody else pairs. Unless they’re dating. And even then, people have lives. They can’t just stop everything for a week every single month. That’d be ridiculous.”

“Right,” Steve says, hating this. He wants to growl and bundle Bucky up and make him see how neglected he’s been, how he deserves so much more. “You felt like you had to make due on your own.”

“Yeah. Sometimes I could get a hookup, at least for the second day of my heat. Those are usually the worst.” Bucky looks away, evasive. “And … I tried some things.”

“Suppressants?”

“Yeah. But before I figured out how to get a doctor to prescribe ‘em, I used to steal Ransom’s credit card to buy some of those supplements you see in the infomercials. You know: with the testimonials and everything? People saying how good they work?”

“How well they work,” Steve corrects under his breath. “Those are expensive.”

“Hundred and fifty bucks plus shipping, every month,” Bucky confirms. “Well, at least until Ransom noticed it on his credit card statement.” He colors a little and admits, “I also tried those things they sell over the counter at the pharmacy. Those, erm, those things that you can take. That you stick up your—”

“I’m familiar,” Steve drawls. “So, you put multiple things in your body without knowing what was in them.”

“Well I figured they couldn’t sell ‘em on tv if it wasn’t safe,” Bucky defends. “And besides, everybody does it.”

“Not exactly winning me over, here, kid.”

“Look, you don’t understand!” he snaps. “You’re alpha. You don’t get it. Heats are stupid, they're not fun. They just get in everybody’s way, and these products help. They help quality of life. They help make it less of a problem.”

Steve holds back the actual growl that wants to come at hearing such a tragic pile of tripe. “Did you ever stop to wonder why it’s always your natural biology that gets labeled as the ‘problem’, hm? Always something to be fixed, rather than something you’re entitled to? Something you deserve to have accommodated?”

Bucky blinks a few times in a row, mouth working. “Well … no. That’s just how it is.”

“Oh is it?”

“It is if you want to make it anywhere in life. Get into a good school, get a good job, work your way up at some company.” He blithely rattles off the examples, speaking like this is all pre-determined truth, and Steve is the only idiot who hasn’t been clued in. “People won’t hire you if you need all that time off of work and stuff. You’ve got to make yourself as good as a beta employee, at least. Otherwise nobody’ll hire you.”

Steve nods solemnly. “Yeah, well that’s where I take issue. I think omega rights—true omega rights—demand that society value omegas for what they naturally are. And that means allowing them the space and time they need for their cycles, not treating it as something inconvenient, not expecting people to use a bunch of drugs to try and force themselves into some, some …” He makes a frustrated gesture. “Some employable box.”

“Well yeah, I guess. But—”

“Omegas deserve to have their contributions as mothers and homemakers valued, too,” Steve asserts, then narrows his eyes at Bucky when the kid rolls his eyes. “You scoff, but the omegas who consistently rank highest in self-reported life satisfaction are those who choose to take on domestic roles. The only thing career omegas consistently rank highest on is level of  antidepressant usage. It’s a trend we’ve seen increasing ever since the seventies.”

“Right,” Bucky snaps. “Back in the good old days when we didn’t have any rights.”

“That’s not true,” Steve says sternly. “Omegas had all the same rights as other designations, it was culture that was different. There was a place carved out in society for them. Omegas’ natural affinities were valued. Those who did work were able to find jobs that fit their lifestyles and needs. Now, employers expect you to change yourself for the job, just like you said.” He shakes his head sadly. “One could make the argument that that’s equality, but it sure as hell ain’t fair. Betas and alphas have society shaped to fit their needs, and omegas simply have to try and force themselves into difficult spaces just to get by. I don’t think it’s right that the way we do things is geared towards what alphas and betas naturally need, and nothing that’s naturally omega is accommodated for anymore. Do you?”

Bucky doesn’t answer, but his posture slumps with uncertainty the more he considers what's being said.

Steve softens his tone to something more gentle. “That’s why I think the erasure of gender roles is unhealthy, Buck. Not because I’m a sexist who hates omegas and doesn’t want them to be able to do anything, but because I think you guys deserve so much better. So much more.” He watches Bucky’s face, the growing doubt in his features, and figures it’s time to stop with the proselytizing. He's given the kid something to think on. That's good enough for now. It is bedtime, after all. “Just think on it a bit,” he advises kindly. “You’ve had a lot of experiences, but there’s still a lot for you to learn. Try and do it with an open mind, okay? You might come to see one or two things a little differently.”

Bucky grumbles unhappily, but Steve can tell when his point is getting through. Most students start to come around to considering the school's curricular viewpoint by the one week mark. After a week of constant offers to have his needs fulfilled—and constant refusal of those offers—it’s pretty obvious that Bucky is nearing the turning point. Steve decides to end this little talk on a positive note. He gives him one final pat on his legs. “Okay, Hon. Time for bed.” He stands up and observes the way that Bucky seems to physically stall, unable to quickly process Steve’s sudden departure. 

“You’re leaving?” he blurts.

Steve offers him a gentle smile. “Would you like for me to scent anything? Maybe a blanket or a pillow?” Right now there’s only a sheet and a single, thin blanket on the bed. He thumbs backward at the room’s cabinet of nesting supplies. “The nurse said you’re mid-cycle. The urge to nest must be waxing rather than waning at this point, yeah?”

Bucky seems surprised by the offer, but after a moment he nods shyly. “Maybe an extra blanket wouldn’t be so bad.”

Steve turns and goes to grab a blanket out of the cabinet and scent it, taking Bucky’s compliance as a significant win. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and is doubly pleased when Bucky makes no snippy remark at the gendered praise. He doesn’t face Bucky as he scents the top edge of the blanket with his wrist and then his neck. He doesn’t want to push his luck and make the boy so embarrassed that he’ll revert back to his pattern of disrespectful misbehavior. It’s always a balancing act, with new students, but once you get the right combination of domination, kindness, and familiarity? That's when things begin to smooth out.

Bucky takes the blanket with a bashful, “Thank you,” when Steve hands it over, and Steve gives him a quiet rumble of praise for being polite.

“You’re welcome, Honey.” Bucky moves like he’ll get under the blankets, but Steve stops him with a hand on his shoulder. “Hang on a sec. You forgetting something?” Bucky blinks vacantly up at him, and Steve can’t help but chuckle. “We don’t sleep naked, do we?” 

Bucky looks back down at himself, like he’d forgotten he was naked in the first place. “Oh.”

Steve fetches him a pair of underwear from the room’s dresser. The students’ nighttime briefs aren’t dissimilar to what they wear under their uniforms during the day, but they consist of one piece rather than two, and the padding’s a bit more … thorough, meant to help deter wandering hands at night. Steve finds himself unable to look away as Bucky puts them on, sliding them up his legs with shaky fingers and whimpering near subvocally when his leaking prick gets covered up by the padding. His hands fist the bedsheets at either side of his hips, and for a second his face gets red and his eyes go unfocused.

Oh Jesus. Steve grinds his teeth at the display, unhappy to feel his own cock pulsing insistently against the seam of his slacks. Bucky’s tortured, straining efforts to not touch himself are near-pornographic to watch, making that warm, sexual urge swirl up harder in Steve’s belly than before. He shifts in place and flexes his hands as he tries to think of something to counter the pulsing in his dick—picturing his grandparents fucking is his usual failsafe, in times like this. He doesn’t want his scent to grow so strong that it affects Bucky right now. Not when they’re ending the night on such a positive note. 

The thought of Nana and Pawpaw doing the nasty does the trick, and Steve retreats to the doorway. He hums in approval as he watches Bucky climb into bed and get settled. He nests only the barest bit, almost tentatively, tucking the scented end of the blanket up alongside his pillow and draping the rest of it over his body. He curls up on his side and nuzzles his cheek against the pillow. Steve waits with his hand poised to flip the light switch. “You have everything you need?” he checks, giving Bucky one final chance to be honest about his needs.

But he simply tucks his face into the scented blanket and closes his eyes. “Uh huh.” His still-damp hair is stark against the white pillowcase, and Steve’s heart gives a fond twinge at the sight.

It does dry curly.

“Okay,” he says quietly. He flicks the lights off, knowing that by tomorrow morning, he’ll have a punishable offense to address with the boy. “Goodnight, Bucky.”

“… Night, Steve.”

Despite the excellent performance of composure that he’s managed to maintain with Bucky for the past few hours, all that time with the omega really has taken its toll. Steve is relieved to get back and shut himself away in the confines of his office. It feels like a sanctuary right now. It’s a deep mental and physical relaxation that hits him as soon as he sinks into his desk chair and inhales the professionally filtered, pheromone-free air of the room. 

“Ahh," he sighs, rubbing at his temples. "God save the queen. Fuck."

Compared to other alphas, he’s got excellent control of his reactions and is able to mask a great deal (an invaluable skill when one works with hordes of hormonally-peaking teenagers), but the end of the school day always provides a bit of relief—today more than most.

He opens his laptop and leaves it to boot up while he goes over over to pour himself a drink. He pulls out one of the cork-coated lowballs that he keeps in the freezer (because he prefers his drinks on the rocks, but whether he likes it or not Peggy’s had an influence on him these past twenty years, and he knows it’s blasphemy to add ice to a 30 year old Scotch). He eyeballs a finger of the liquor—okay, maybe closer to two fingers—and brings it back to his desk to sniff it and swirl it around. 

It’s a vintage that one of Peggy’s relatives gifted them years ago, worth quite a bit of money apparently, and it’s been Steve’s one petty protest amongst the many bigger ones of his soon-to-be ex-wife. He’s only begun making use of it since their divorce proceedings intensified over the summer, with Peggy’s obstinance against fair division of assets reaching damningly selfish levels. Steve never thought of her as someone who’d go for the nerves in a divorce just for the hell of it, and it’s upsetting to see that nastier side exposed. It feels like all his good memories are slowly being tainted by it, made ugly and ruined, like paint thrown over a fine portrait of the woman he’d once admired. Steve’s not a heavy drinker, but he’s nearly made his way through the entire bottle these past few weeks.

At his desk, he peruses current events on his newsfeed and a few academic articles of interest, being sure to sip steadily despite his leanings as a teetotaler. He wants to feel a bit of a buzz by the time he dares to brave his inbox. The little icon tells him that he’s got dozens of unread emails waiting in there. Not unusual for a weekday, but there’s one from Peggy that he purposefully puts off for last. And surprisingly, there’s one email each from the personal accounts of both Tony Stark and Harlan Thrombey.

He clicks on Stark’s first, expecting the email to contain more demands for the accommodations he wants for the upcoming parents’ weekend. Sure enough, Stark doesn’t disappoint, asking Steve to please arrange for a 2-minute slot for one Ms. Pepper Potts to speak during that coming Sunday’s evening ball. It’s during said ball when the school has its traditional slew of scheduled, “spontaneous” rounds of toasts over betrothal announcements. Steve’s happy to agree to a slot for Ms. Potts, just grateful that it won’t be Stark himself making the speech. Thank god for small favors. 

Stark also has a footnote jotted in, as though it’s a nothing, requesting a black Rolls Royce Phantom to pick them up afterwards to take them to their hotel in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. In the distinct manner that Steve’s learned only multi-millionaires ever really have, Tony blithely throws out his specifications for the car’s interior temperature (73 degrees Fahrenheit, precisely), a fully-stocked bar, and a selection of snacks and juice boxes that sounds suspiciously catered to a certain omega's tastes.

Smirking and shaking his head, Steve spends a moment researching the costs of this additional, last-minute amenity. He tacks an extra two grand onto the price and shoots the email back with an inflated invoice that brings him no guilt. Academia is little better than a break-even industry, after all. And besides, Stark can afford it.

Normally, Steve would save any email of Peggy’s for last, but given his growing obsession with interest in Bucky’s case, he decides to save Thrombey’s email for last.

Peggy’s email is also very typical of what Steve’s come to expect from her: curt, concise, and infuriatingly presumptive.

📨Peggy: Asset Divisions Update

Steven, it reads, My solicitor will be in touch after this next weekend with an updated proposal for division of assets. I did not find your last offer acceptable. Mr. Jorgensen is out of the country on account of an emergency this week, which is the reason for the delay. I do apologize and hope you will understand. In the meantime, I look forward to enjoying a pleasant and uncompromised parents’ weekend with our two schools. I’ll be in touch soon, in regards to those preparations. Cordially, Peggy.

Steve sneers at the ‘cordially’. “More like cold as ice,” he grumbles, grabbing the glass of scotch to toss back the last few sips. Parents’ weekend is going to be hell, having to be in such constant proximity with her. 

Thrombey’s email is long and flowery, in the distinct manner that only novelists ever really have. He rambles on, bemoaning the state of his grandson for several long paragraphs before getting to the point. Finally, he lays out the issue, and it is a doozy:

📨Thrombey: Expedient Action Required

—has come to my attention that the boy has been engaging in a form of online prostitution. Something called only fans.”

Steve’s jaw drops as he feels the blood drain from his face. Oh no. Bucky wouldn’t … would he? Shit. He totally would. Steve’s eyes flick back to the email.

—can imagine my horror to find that for a monthly fee, subscribers have access to his nude photos. I hadn’t the stomach to look myself, but Ransom assures me it’s all him on the webpage. There are even videos, and Ransom says that James’ face is visible in some of the footage. His face! This is outrageous! 

“You’re telling me,” Steve mutters. 

Thankfully, the Academy’s structure seems to have put an end to his production. There’s been no new footage uploaded since the week before his enrollment. My lawyers are working on having the account erased, and I can only pray that nothing comes to light publicly before then.  Now more than ever, an intervention is required for my grandson. His eligibility for a good marriage will be out the window if word of this pornography spreads, his prospects ruined. I want you to put your full efforts into seeing him matched up with a suitable Alpha as soon as possible. I don’t care who it is, what nationality they are, if it’s a triad, if there’s no notable family name—nothing. All that matters is that you find him a decent mate with no record of mistreatment. Do be thorough in your searching, but do not drag your feet! I’m sure I needn’t explain how damaging this will be to my family, if word gets out.  I am counting on you to take expedient action, H. Thrombey

At the bottom of the email is a link. It’s to an OnlyFans page. Steve’s heart rate picks up and he hesitates for a long moment, knowing that he shouldn’t look. Harlan’s lawyers are handling it. 

But his morbid curiosity wins out, and he clicks on the link. It leads directly to Bucky’s personal page, and Steve experiences a very unpleasant combination of sensations: his dick filling with blood at the same time that his stomach turns from seeing the images that are on the page’s banners. It’s Bucky’s body, that’s for sure, with his face cleverly turned away or artfully clipped from the shots. Below the title page and summary are links to “Exclusive new hot videos!” with 3 second thumbnails of Bucky’s ass moving, his back arching, his hand moving over his—

Steve looks away from the computer screen, furious and aroused and mortified. “Goddammit, Bucky,” he hisses, angry that the kid has done something so inherently damaging—not just to his reputation like Harlan is thinking, but to himself, to his soul. Steve’s stomach churns something awful at knowing that this stuff is available for any creep with a credit card to purchase … and at his own reaction to even the barest glimpses of it. He peeks up again, this time reading the titles of the videos: 

“Hot O-on-O action!”

“Omega dominates Alpha Slut”

“Horny Teen Twink in Heat”

His jaw ticks angrily. What fucking awful, typical titles. He looks down at his cock, which is visibly pressing against the seam of his slacks. “Fuck,” he groans. He can’t jerk off to porn of Bucky. He can’t. It’d be beyond unethical. Even if the kid was his mate, Steve would still feel the moral obligation to—

Oh. Well there’s an idea. 

His brain stalls on the thought of him as Bucky’s mate, his Alpha, in charge of him and giving him what he needs … and taking what he wants. Mortifyingly, a growl builds up in his chest as he glances once more at the thumbnails of Bucky doing lurid things. The kid’s got such tight, smooth skin; such a perfect, pretty shape. Steve’s mind slips into editorial mode, imagining what it would be like if Bucky was his, the omega’s ass moving under his hips, his back arching in his bed, his quivering hands smacked away from his cocklet while Steve rails him from behi—

Jesus fucking Christ. Stop!

His hand is halfway to his pocket when he realizes that he’s reaching for his wallet, contemplating buying a subscription just so that he can see. Disgust floods his chest, extinguishing the growl, and he snaps out of it. He pushes away from the desk and stomps over to grab the bottle of Scotch and bring it back, dumping himself back in his desk chair and heedlessly pouring another fill. 

And so what? he thinks. Who cares if he finishes the whole fucking bottle? He might as fucking well. His wife, the woman who agreed to be his life partner, who placated him with endless promises of “one day” and then went ice cold and bitter and reneged on everything she’d ever claimed to want with him, is putting him through the wringer just for shits and giggles. And now come to find out, his newest pupil, a boy for whom he’s got way too much personal interest, is selling himself on the internet—For $9.99 a month?!!! The videos seem to cost extra on a pay-per-view basis, but even still, what the ever-loving fuck?!

Steve’s whole body stiffens as something else occurs to him: Harlan’s email said that Bucky’s face is visible in the videos. Bucky’s stepfather reported that to Harlan. Which means he's seen the videos. Which means … 

Steve’s jaw ticks as he glances back to the computer screen, to Bucky’s homepage and the free lurid teaser photos that don’t show his face. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he hisses, angry. That Drysdale guy had been a prick during the tour of the campus, and now Steve knows what a fucking pervert he is, too. Because the only way he could know that Bucky’s face is shown is if he bought the subscription and paid extra for the videos.

Steve closes out the browser window, not wanting to see any more of it. The warring disgust and temptation to be one of those creeps who pays money to view omegas degrade themselves is just too much. He yanks his wallet out of his back pocket and chucks it angrily at the couch, missing by a country mile. He takes a gulp of the Scotch, exhaling harshly at the burn as it goes down. “Fuck.”

Pornography for omegas carries a heavy social stigma—far beyond what any beta or alpha porn star would ever face, and deeper in the nature of its contempt and consequence. Omegas who do porn make big bucks, because they’re making an even bigger trade-off. Engaging in any sort of sex work virtually erases an omega's chance of mating. It hadn’t merely been upper crust snobbery in Harlan’s email, but common sense as well. People from all walks of life treat omega sex workers as an untouchable caste, damaged goods, not worthy of real relationships. 

It’s one of the few holdovers from the old days, even though porn isn’t what it once was. It’s easier to make than ever. Amateur is in. Omegas who would’ve once been exploited by large production companies now work from home, in control of their own content creation. More and more of them are choosing get rich quick schemes over mating, turning to platforms like OnlyFans and giving away their most sacred gifts to any scum bucket with a credit card. Ruining their lives. 

Steve loosens his tie and takes another gulp of liquor before setting the glass down heavily. His hands go resolutely back to his laptop with what he knows he has to do. It sickens him that he even has to do it in the first place. He considers himself a man of morals, a man who lives by his word. But in this one thing, he’s let himself become a hypocrite. He navigates to his internet bookmarks and opens the subfolder marked “Meditations.” It’s his porn stash. Favorite videos he’s saved for lonely nights. Nothing too wild, but virtually all of it involves omegas. Watching A/o porn has been his guilty pleasure for … a while.

He used to avoid it on principle, but these past few years have been different, his desires harder to ignore, the urge to bond, mate, and breed pooling in the back of his brain and the pit of his belly, winding him tight with a tension that he doesn’t like. At first, he’d just chalked it up to being a horny bastard, but that wasn’t it. The unrelenting tension came with a hollow, forlorn ache that refused to go away. Even after a good jerk off session imagining himself in one of those videos, it never went away for long. It’d taken Steve a long time to figure out what that ache really was. For the first time in his life, he felt unfulfilled. 

He only hesitates a second before right clicking on the folder and pressing delete, a grim sense of rightness settling over him at the action. He should’ve done it long ago. He shouldn’t have compromised his values in the first place. Of course he’d made all sorts of excuses for it: the porn was amateur, it was self-made, the omegas were getting off and enjoying themselves, he wasn’t paying for it, maybe the Alphas in the videos were actually their mates.

And then of course, the lamest excuse of all: that he deserved to watch it, because his erstwhile wife was ruining everything. 

He closes out the browser window and frowns at his reflection on the screen. “Lame,” he mutters. He opens Harlan’s email back up and begins drafting a response, assuring the man that he has nothing to worry about, that Steve will find Bucky a suitable match in no time.

He uses one of the school’s proprietary databases that tracks eligible bachelors, typing in search parameters for sex and nationality (any), net worth (≥ €2,000,000) and age (25-45). Alphas live longer than other designations, so he isn’t worried about being too picky on the age range. Just so long as it isn’t some young sap who doesn’t know what the hell they’re doing. Bucky needs a firm hand and lots of attention. He needs an Alpha who can handle him with gentle dominance, who’ll know when to be indulgent and when to put their foot down.

Steve can’t say why he picks €2m to be the cutoff point for a prospective Alpha’s net worth. Maybe he likes the idea of Bucky being given an easy, comfortable life. And if he sets the search results to list from lowest to highest net worth, well … maybe it’s because he doesn’t like the idea of Bucky being smothered by ludicrous levels of wealth (like Parker’s undoubtedly about to be). 

The list of possibilities starts with a landowner in rural Scotland, and ends with an Israeli shipping magnate based out of Cairo. Steve scrolls through the profiles, dismissing anyone he deems unworthy of being Bucky’s mate. Too ugly, too ugly, too fat, too old, too many divorces, too ugly, too ugly. Nobody seems good enough. Steve finds flaws in every profile he sees. And underneath it all, the thought remains: he could be Bucky’s mate.

He shakes his head like he can rattle the idea loose, thinking: don’t be stupid, Rogers. He’s the headmaster here. Taking a student as a mate would be a violation of his professional duties. Not illegal, hell, not even technically against the rules, but certainly embarrassing, perhaps bordering on … unseemly. Parents entrust him with their omega sons to train them up and secure good matches for them, not to mate them himself. 

… But Harlan’s email had specifically said that nothing else mattered. Not race, nor gender, nor pedigree. ‘All that matters is that you find him a decent mate with no record of mistreatment’.

All Steve can think about is how that could be him. He could be Bucky’s Alpha. He could take care of him, provide for him, have a family with him. Pieces of an imaginary life layer up in his mind like paper mâché, one on top of the other, slowly congealing into a picture that makes the yearning in his gut that much worse. He imagines Bucky as his omega, living in the Pendergast Street cottage together, a scar on Bucky’s neck; holing up in the house’s nesting closet with him each month, fucking him through his heats, getting him pregnant, watching him give birth and nurse their baby inside a bundle of blankets that have Steve’s scent on them.

He’s always wanted kids. Peggy had, too, or so she said. They’d talked about it infrequently, but they had talked about it. How one day they’d mate an omega and live a blissful family life, have a traditional triad marriage. But that was the problem: they’d only ever talked about it. And on the rare occasion when they had, Steve was always the one to bring the topic up. He hadn’t realized that, hadn’t realized how often Peggy’s only input wound up being an obfuscating ‘one day’. 

The day when she finally nutted up and said that she’d changed her mind, that she didn’t want an omega mate in their marriage, didn’t want babies, was the day Steve finally uttered the word that’d been sitting on the back of his tongue for months: “Divorce.”

He still wants to have that intimacy with an omega: bonding them, sharing their heats, getting them pregnant and watching them grow, seeing his child in their arms. He thinks of Bucky in that role, imagines how the boy would take to it, what their first time would be like, if he’d instinctually know to go ass up in the bed or if he’d need to fight it a little, have his alpha toss him around and hold him down before he could accept a knot. If he’d get quiet right before coming, or shriek and thrash and dissolve into agonized tears.

“Fuck,” Steve groans, letting his hand slide over the top of his thigh and into the crease of his groin. He palms himself there, gripping his dick and giving a few short tugs from over the material of his slacks. He looks down and stares at the hard line his boner makes, imagining Bucky being here and seeing it, putting his hand there, how much smaller it’d be than Steve’s, how much less experienced. God, Steve wants to guide him through that, teach him how to touch a man, watch the nervousness and arousal play out on his face as he learns how to please an alpha for the first time. 

“Fuck, Honey,” he breathes, thinking about the little noises Bucky would make, the little protests and growls, and the slick that would drip down his thighs and betray him. Steve wonders how the kid touches himself, thinks back to that first day in his office, when he’d asked him how he liked to make himself come. Bucky hadn’t gotten around to answering before he’d lost control of his body, wetting up his underwear in submissive release and going a fascinated shade of red once Steve cooed at him over it. 

He’s never had a student release like that before. Not that easily. And he’s just so fucking pretty, even his anger is pretty. Steve grits his teeth at how he can feel his self restraint slipping. He thinks of Harlen’s email: find him a mate, anyone will do. Well if anyone will do, then why the fuck shouldn’t he put himself in the running?

Bucky is low hanging fruit, so fucking ripe for the picking, and Steve just knows he could get him to bend so beautifully with only a little bit of tender care. He could have him happy and content in no time, releasing at the barest show of dominance, just like before. He can still hear that warbling, humiliated whimper that came right after Bucky wet for him, the way his big, confused eyes had looked to Steve for help … 

“Goddammit.” He hastily undoes his belt and fly. He shoves his pants and underwear down to free his dick, wrapping a hand around himself and squeezing tightly at the base. His knot is already dark and aching, halfway to being erect after less than a minute of touching himself. He wrings his fist up under the head, forcing the skin over the tip and jacking off with it, guts coiling tighter at the tiny, wet sounds it makes. “Shit, shit, shit.”

He takes his hand off, not wanting to come too fast. He slumps back in the desk chair for a moment, panting, and remembers two things at almost the exact same second: He needs to check the surveillance in Bucky’s room, and he’s got a pocket masturbator in his desk drawer. Well, fuck.

He all but lunges for the drawer, yanking it open and cursing when he sees it. He grabs the toy and holds it to the tip of his cock, moving his hips to push the head through in tiny, teasing little pulses. Oh god, it feels amazing. He pulls it off and reaches for his laptop, opening the school’s surveillance mainframe and navigating to the dormitory views. He clicks on the camera for Bucky’s bedroom and toggles the night vision to on. At first it doesn’t look like much is happening, but then he catches the slight movement of Bucky’s body beneath the blanket … and he moans all over again.

“You little fuck,” he breathes, grabbing the masturbator to slide it all the way over his dick. “Ughn.”

Bucky’s touching himself from underneath the blankets. He’s lying in the same position that Steve left him in, only now his eyes are clenched shut tight and he’s panting open-mouthed into the pillow, his one shoulder angled in such a way as to suggest that he’s got his hand reached behind him. His arm moves in tiny, barely-there pulses. Steve realizes that, unless Bucky’s got the longest fingers known to mankind, he’s using a toy on himself back there. 

“Nnh.” He squeezes the silicon sleeve over his cock, dragging it up and down in time with the motions of Bucky’s shoulder, imagining that it’s Bucky he’s feeling around his cock, imagining that Bucky’s feeling him.  “Naughty boy,” he grunts through a grin. He knew Bucky would be jerking off once left alone, but this is even better. Steve regrets not watching the feed from the moment he left, as he’d love to know just what the toy looks like, and where Bucky was hiding it. Somewhere in his luggage, obviously. New students are always searched when they arrive, but clearly the boy managed to get something past bag check. Steve almost feels admiration for the sneaky little shit. 

He pushes the unmute button and listens to the audio. At first it’s just the quiet rustling of fabric on fabric, the stirring of Bucky’s body against the sheets as he pleasures himself, but then a tiny, breathy moan breaks through, and then another. Steve’s hips flex into his stroking hand. “Oh, Honey.”

Bucky’s face is pinched and he’s biting his lip—probably trying to keep quiet. The notion makes Steve smirk. Omegas are very vocal in their sexual pleasure, prone to keening and squealing and making all sorts of warbling, debased noises when they’re feeling good. It must be the most exquisite torture for Bucky to try and stay silent like this as he fucks himself on whatever toy he’s managed to sneak in. Steve watches it with a tightening belly and aching balls, twisting the rubber sleeve over himself again and again, bumping down hard against his knot on every stroke. “Fffuck.”

In the frame, Bucky’s voice catches on a single, high pitched noise as he comes, his body going rigid under the sheets and his hips pulsing harder than before. He whimpers and turns his face further into the pillow to muffle it, but Steve is already right there too, jerking himself hard and fast with the sleeve until he shouts and starts to shoot. His knot blows inside of the rubber, which isn’t as good as the real thing, but still feels fucking amazing. He keeps his dick fully buried and squeezes the toy hard over his knot, milking himself until his hand cramps and he lets go. The toy pops off his cock and falls to the floor, and Steve goes boneless in his chair as he shivers through the long wave of his orgasm. 

When it’s finally over and he looks back at the computer screen, it’s to see Bucky carefully rearranging himself under the blankets. Whatever it was that he’d used to fuck himself, he seems to be keeping it hidden between the mattress and the room’s wall. Steve plays idly with his knot while he waits for it to go down, deciding that the kid gloves need to come off now. It’s time Bucky learned just what it means to be taken in hand by an Alpha. And with the development of the online porn and Harlan’s request, there’s no longer need or time to play things slow and easy.

Tomorrow, Steve’ll finally do what he should’ve done from the get-go, what he’s been wanting to do ever since Bucky trounced into his office with a bad attitude and false bravado. From here on out, he’s going to take proper care of that boy. Starting tomorrow, he’s going to handle Bucky’s education himself. And if things progress from there? Well, Harlan said anyone will do.

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Did someone say Omega Jing Yuan? No? What do you mean no? :3c

Lays back to have his Alpha please him but he's by no means being lazy, he's giving out orders. He wants them where he wants them exactly how he wants them he won't be satisfied with anything less than a "Yes, sir!" as they lift his hips to have better access to eat him out. His Alpha isn't allowed to cum unless he says so.

[moonmothbroth]

more imagines has come to me

I’m wishing it is okay for me to shove so many things to you

For me the heart pirates mostly are omegas just Jean Bart Cora is alphas

this is for me since it is rare to see fans writers expand more on it so I will tlak

Most dont have a wanted poster arent acknowledged until it is realize they are threats maybe underestimated them due to that

law Cora seen as threats face of the heart pirates to them they arent a crew they are a pack family all omegas were abandoned/ heavily abused living in fear force to obey anyone for survival having dreams of who they want to be crushed

Omegas are made to obey have pups will satisfy them enough

Alphas dont want omegas who talk back

omegas are not made to travel or have a job

omegas are naturally weak

You think others will want you with how old you are

those phrases were said to them they felt unlove worthless most omegas were going to get sold until they saw the heart pirates omegas achieving their dream to travel the sea being pirates

An omega captain!

all bonded over their trauma quickly growing close having family they always wanted they all care about the other traveling underwater to avoid conflict most have terrible fear of alphas crying if one gets close to even if they are stronger

Jean Bart suffer similar way law save him he saw his omegas pack in him

Others not happy seeing a big scary alpha they quickly warm up as Jean Bart didnt treat them like others he was gentle without wanting something out of them

Even in heats Jean Bart only comfort them never forcing them to do something they dont want they accept Jean Bart

law like having his own space he does although the rest of the omegas like sharing and always being with each other Polar tang has so many unuse rooms due to omegas just sleeping in piles of each other after happily building the nest they always wished for

i wish you liked this as a present 👍

OOOOH MY GOOOOSHHH!! ANON, THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞

I love the thought that it's just Jean Bart and Cora as the pack alphas, meanwhile everyone else is omega! Maybe 1 or 2 betas. I think that would fit the Heart Pirate's theme since they're not the most typical crew (from what we've seen in the anime, it seems like they don't really fight besides a few members and i've seen discussions that the whole crew leans more towards scholarly and sneaky work rather than up-front fights). I'm gonna have to sit down and figure out everyone's designations for this au we're growing! 🌱

Also 🥺🥺 Law rescuing omegas from bad situations and making them his crewwww omgggg!! I feel like they're not as scared by the time Sabaody rolls around (maybe Law tries out diff therapy techniques with his crew so they can try and process their trauma as the years go by) and maybe Jean Bart is nervous if he just traded one cage for another, but then sees how all the omegas on the crew are understanding of him needing to be reminded that it's okay for him to eat, use supplies, and just be alive again 🥺 Maybe the omegas clock that Jean is just as wary of them as they are of him, so they start warming up to him really quick.

Also aaaah!!! Random omega nests around the Tang! Law Only allows them in the crew rooms since they can't be cluttering up the work rooms and hallways with clothes and bedding 😂 I'm sure Law also has his own personal nest that he escapes to alot since everyone wants to cuddle him as the pack's lead omega

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Sickfic? More specifically luffy taking care of a sick law? :3c

Hi lovely Anon <3 You actually showed us what we need much more fanfics of! To anyone reading this please consider this prompt :D I added it to my list too.

However I can offer you those. And if you are interested in generally Luffy taking care of Law I will add another post with a few fics about that but its after injury.

Fluffy Blankets & Hot Chocolate by quackquackcey (E)

When Law’s rut comes while he’s sick with a cold,  he closes his small bookshop for the day, only to see a catboy hiding from the rain outside his door. A chance encounter turned into something more?  Perhaps both are what the other needs.~

Saturday Night Fever by ctzchi (E)

Law hates to get sick, but when he does, he just wants to spend time with his beloved boyfriend.

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