#A/O/B

[drenix004]

𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚

Veleria Garza Headcanons

Headcanons of Valeria being your alpha, sorry but i had to do it. i had the idea in my head for days and i think there are no headcanons of Valeria being alpha of omega reader. enjoy this little headcanon with the owner of our uterus :)

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Valeria has a closely guarded secret, something she hides very well from her enemies. It was even more protected than she was herself.

That something was you, you were the most valuable thing to the alpha of the most dangerous cartel in Latin America. You were her precious Omega, her partner and wife, something she protected with her life.

As something valuable, you could not go out on the street as if nothing, Valeria had you in a cage.

A golden cage with all the existing and future comforts.

Do you want more blankets for your nest? You don't have to say it twice, Valeria buys all the omegas blanket stores in Las Almas just for you.

Do your clothes itch? She'll burn it and buy you a new brand name, cotton-only clothing keeper for your sensitive skin.

Valeria was aware that she had you locked up, that's why she gave you the best of the best, even though sometimes you didn't ask for it because you thought it was an unnecessary expense.

Ridiculous, Valeria was filthy rich. She wouldn't stay poor for buying you clothes, blankets or whatever you wanted.

Valeria is the kind of alpha who loves to perfume you every night without fail, was she too late? No matter, she'll climb into the nest and kiss the mark she left on your neck while releasing her pheromones. She loves to drown you in her scent, it relaxes her inner alpha.

You love having Valeria's scent on you, it makes your inner omega very happy.

Valeria loves to see you in your animal form, she loves to run her hands through your brown fur.

"come here mi chula" she calls you with a brush in her hand, she loves to comb and groom you when you are turned into a wolf. You let her comb your hair, you love the feel of her hands on you.

When you are both turned, Valeria loves to bite your tail and ears just to tease you.

Her wolf by law bigger so it takes you more than two hours to brush all her fur.

Her fur was as dark as her hair, even her eyes were dark.

Valeria's protective instincts in her animal form are tripled, so she wraps her body around you like a donut while you groom.

There are days when she likes to be on top of you, she is mindful of her weight so she doesn't reload her whole body on you.

As an alpha, her instincts to protect and provide are stronger since she mated with you years ago, this leads her to hunt at least twice a month to calm her instinct to provide for you.

She makes sure to always get the biggest and healthiest prey for her omega. Her alpha ego was enlarged when you greeted her with happy squeals as you wagged your tail.

Valeria had learned to make nests just for and because of you, the day she asked her omega to teach her they had a little blush.

Valeria sometimes has internal debates with her alpha, her she-wolf wants to be with you all the time, especially when she is in the middle of important meetings. This makes her frown, making her partners worry thinking she didn't like what they were saying.

Valeria never courted her omega in the traditional way; flowers, outings and gifts of clothing did not. Her nature always was, is and always will be direct. She went straight to hunting prey (this was the last part of the courtship, when the couple was planning to unite forever) she always had a proud smile with a look full of confidence, her message was more than clear; she wanted to unite with you, she had no doubts. He knew what he wanted, and that was you.

part2?

[mysticmunson]

date night: alpha!steve harrington x omega!reader

summary: finally scoring a date, things go smoothly until you present, and only one alpha knows.

word count: 2.8k

authors note: hii so i wrote this like two months ago and tried wrapping it up to have it posted, but i enjoy this au so please request some expansion requests :)

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, smut 18+

The pungent smell of fryer grease sifted through the air of Benny’s, a mountain of food divided into a few plates as you sat with Robin, who was in the midst of discussing her most recent ‘study date’ with Vickie.

“Get this! We’re sitting there, talking about chemistry, and bam!” Robin exaggerates, voice lowering in fear of someone overhearing, “She looked at me and kissed me!”

You gasp, smacking her shoulder with the back of your hand, a french fry between your thumb and index finger. 

The couple had kissed a few times now, but the excitement remained as you knew how badly your friend pined over the redhead. 

“We just need to find you someone now.” She teased, taking a bite of her grilled cheese as a string of orange came from between the bread.

“I’m determined to get laid by the end of this month,” You proclaimed, giving yourself around 30 days, “I want to experience it because when or if I present, I want to be somewhat prepared.”

Presenting was a concern for your age group, freshly out of high school, as everyone awaited to discover if they would become an alpha or omega. There had been a few start to show, including your best friend, Steve. 

His presentation was expected, his father a well-known alpha in town, and the traits of one showed early. He was fiercely protective of those he cared about, known to be more than good in the sheets, and strong. Having grown up with him, you saw it happen in real time, making it even stranger when you realized how attractive he became.

Still, Robin supported you on your journey, but worried for your safety. Over analyzing any recollection you shared of a man flirting with you, deciding he was a murderer or ugly, or both. 

In her bedroom, you stood in a loose blouse, tucked into a jean skirt and a matching jacket. Applying another layer of lipstick, you fretted over your appearance as you waited for the clock to strike 6:30, and for your date to pick you up here. 

“Steve is coming over.” Robin mentioned, sipping on her water bottle, sitting cross-legged on her bed.

“Okay,”  You reply, “We just need him gone by the time Devin comes.”

Steve was a great best friend, but he could be a real pain in the ass. He had been scaring any potential boyfriend away since middle school, deeming them not good enough or them being too intimidated by him as he faked a macho persona.

For the plan to work, he couldn’t know. He would go on a tangent about how you didn’t have to have sex just to do it. That was true, but it was hard to listen to a guy who had numerous sexual partners preach it.

The front door swung open as if on cue as you and Robin went to the living room, Steve kicking off his shoes. He began his rant about work, Family Video making him lose hair from stress and children yanking on his hair.

You paid attention, but kept an extra eye on the clock, noticing the hands nearing 6:30. Cursing Steve’s tangent for not letting him leave sooner, you swallowed your anxieties, peaking to make sure a car wasn’t outside. As inconspicuously as possible, you stood and went to grab your heels from Robin’s room. 

Toeing quietly, you were hoping to go unnoticed, but Steve decided to be aware for one of the first times tonight. “Where are you going? You’re dressed up.”

Shrugging, you leaned against the wooden door, “Just out for the night, a friend is picking me up.”

A terrible liar, you thought of something that wasn’t completely fictional, however, they both could tell. The sight of headlights caught your attention, standing straighter, “Okay, bye!”

Robin rushed to the front door to stick her head out as you walked away, “Wrap it before you tap it!”

Embarrassment crawling up your neck, you flicked her off behind your back, opened the car door, and stepped in.

“What!” Steve gasped, startling Robin as she shut the door and who hadn’t expected him to follow her or hear him. Thankfully, the car had pulled away, leaving a confused man with a bit too much heat in his cheeks at his best friend to get some.

“I’m just kidding, Harrington. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Robin snarled, shoulder-bumping him as she went back to her couch. 

The date was fine, Devin was a kid you’d gone to school with since diapers. He had boyish features, cheeks a bit chubby with dimples, and was always polite. He had asked you to hang out a few days prior, agreeing on tonight.

Curls in your stomach that you attributed to nerves hadn’t vanished, even as you both mutually realized midway through your walk in the park that things were platonic. 

Heat simmered within you, discarding your jacket and feeling beads of sweat trickle down the back of your neck. It wasn’t hot outside, even as you walked around and chatted. 

“Are you okay? I don’t mean to sound rude, you don’t look well.” Devin questioned, a hand on your shoulder as your legs began to wobble. 

Nausea flooded you before dissipating, wavering emotions as you tried to make sense of what was wrong. 

Through the nerves, you kept thinking of Steve. How he would let his fingers trail against your lower back in hugs, kiss your head when leaving, and put his hand in front of your body when he hit the brakes too hard while driving.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, feeling tears threaten through. As you made that statement, you felt the surge between your legs, knowing you had presented. 

It couldn’t be happening now. Not with someone you didn’t know well. Not when you hadn’t been able to score a boyfriend first. Not now. 

“I think I need to go home, I’m so sorry-” You began, huffing as streaks of mascara fell down your warm cheeks. 

Assuring you it was okay, Devin drove you home, even stopping to get you a snack to make your stomach feel at ease. While it didn’t help, you appreciated the thoughtful gesture and thanked him as he waited for you to get securely in your apartment.

The space went from chilly to scorching, removing any amount of clothes you could besides a pair of boyshorts. Your mind raced with confusion as your nipples became hard, feeling a chill, but like a fire on ice. 

Anxieties without category hit you, curling in a ball as you cried, sitting on your floor. It felt pathetic, but no stream of thought was strong enough to withstand the hormones.

Time slipped by as you tried regulating your breathing, applying slight pressure on your clothed core. A shrill ring came from your black phone, lifting the handle and pressing it to your ear.

“You were not supposed to answer!” Robin grumbled, already giving the heads up that she’d call to see if you were getting some, that no answer would be her answer. You had forgotten this rule, her tone making you bring in a fresh set of tears.

On the other end, Robin sat in her room with Steve walking in, not staying in the living room as she had asked. Her priorities were averted to the cry on the other side of the phone.

“Wait, what happened? Why are you crying? What happened with Devin?” Robin frantically questioned, Steve glancing over with furrowed brows as Robin had never stated who she was speaking with. 

“Devin? From junior year math class? That was the friend?” Steve grimaced, toying with nicknacks in his friend’s bedroom, earning a finger on the lips to quiet him down.

“I presented,” You whispered, “I’m so scared and uncomfortable and overwhelmed! What alpha do you know, I don’t care who it is anymore.” 

Though you would probably care later, the clouded judgment had you aching for any form of reprieve from the pain. 

“Fuck, I don’t know!” Robin squeaked, not wanting to reveal your status to Steve for fear of your embarrassment, but she contemplated. The gears of her brain turned as she questioned his overprotectiveness, the way he was quick to frustration when discovering you were on a date.

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out, Y/N. I promise.” She concluded, hanging up and grabbing her yearbook.

The faces of former students made her ill, but word got around about presentations, and she hoped that seeing their faces would make her recollect.

“What the hell’s going on? Do I need to go fight Devin?” Steve eyed his friend, an unnerving worry in his stomach. 

Biting her lip, she debated internally, “She needs help.”

“What is looking at that going to do?” Steve gawked, used to his friend’s antics, but still astounded when they acted erratically.

“I’m trying to remember who’s an alpha.”

“Why would you need to know who became an alpha-”

As the words left, his mouth ran dry, and he gulped while looking at Robin. She slowly looked up, watching the dark iris’ before her enlargen.

“Steve-” Robin began, the corner of a page between her two fingers.

The stern look on his face was withholding a multitude of emotions, ones she couldn’t quite make out. She made the judgment call that maybe Steve was your best bet.

“She’s at her place.” 

That was all that needed to be said before Steve ran out her front door and into his car. He had driven your route a million times, but never this fast. 

His blood pumped with nerves and excitement. He had spent his ruts alone, a fist full of himself with the occasional tears of frustration as he tried to alleviate his knot. But now you had presented as an omega.

Refraining from palming his crotch, he watched your streetlights come into view, throwing his car into park. The dark hallways were typically concerning, but your door was practically glowing within his mind.

He growled at the smell in the air, catching his attention more the closer he got. Gripping the door handle, it was unlocked, thankful no one else had noticed the compromising position. 

Choking on his own breath, he fumbled with the lock behind him and trekked down the dim hallway. The protectiveness he already felt was consuming, his palms sweating as he made his way closer. 

The door swung open too quickly as the handle slipped from his grasp, seeing you flinch from your curled position on the floor. 

As if you were nothing, he lifted you from your armpits, making you stand in front of him. Eyes blazing, he looked pointedly as he undid his belt.

“Your door.” He stated, voice wavering with stability.

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at him, “What?”

His shirt was shrugged off, tossing it to the ground as your eyes drifted to his broad chest, whimpering at the sight to his delight.

“It was unlocked, don’t you ever fucking do that again.” He gritted pushing his jeans off, cupping your cheek with one hand and leaning forward so the back of your knees touched your bed. 

His nose had skimmed against yours, breath fanning against your cheeks as you drank in every pheromone he perpetrated. Breath quickening, every thought coming to your head was vulgar, eyes softening in need.

“I won’t.” You whimpered, yelping as your back hit the wrinkled sheets, and his chest soon pressed against your bare one. 

“I mean it, don’t ever do that again, you could’ve gotten hurt.” He gripped your chin in his grasp, looking down at you as your clothed centers touched.

The brief touch made you wail, your body suddenly aware of what was to come. Equally as impatient, he grabbed one side of your underwear and ripped it. Repeating the act on the opposing side, the shreds of fabric were now a relic of the you before this moment.

Palming himself, looking down at your frame as a predator and prey, he growled. 

“How bad do you want it?” He egged on, ripping his own boxers off and onto the floor. 

“Please, Steve, please.” You whined, watching as his cock bobbed. Blushing profusely pink, your mouth watered at it and your chest began to burn with greed.

He seemed far too composed, the performance of himself he was forced to obtain through most of his teen years floating to the top. However, his soft spot was you. It always had been and both of your fresh senses were sensing the discomfort in both of you. 

“Alpha, please.”

That was all it took for his body to be pressed to yours and his lips to meet yours for the first time. 

Grunts and gasps came from you both as the underside of his cock rubbed against your folds, too consumed with how he tasted and how you smelled. 

“Keep that door locked, do you understand?” He gritted, fisting himself in his own grasp, his first thrust in synchronizing with your nod.

A pained cry rose from your lungs, tears already streaming down your cheeks, his lips kissing where the beads were.

Desperation reeked from you both as you grabbed at one another, needing any form of solidification that the other was there. 

Steve found comfort in your warmth, trying his best to soothe your discomfort with affection. Kissing on your neck or rubbing your clit, the latter making you shriek from sensitivity. 

“My omega now,” He sighed, balls reaching the curve of your ass as he settled against you, “my girl. Always have been.” 

“Always yours, alpha, always Steve.” You trembled, the veins of his length stimulating every ridge within yourself. His brown hair crowned around his face, only able to see him in your state of need. 

Though you were the one presenting, Steve felt the same wave of emotions he felt during his first rut, but now even more with another person. His person. The one who knew him since he had gaps in his front teeth, since he had graduated, and every minute moment before and after.

“Fuck, I love you.” He blurted out, feeling his own bashfulness creep up his neck. 

To his relief, you began to be more overcome with emotion, agreeing. Each thrust hit your spongy spot inside you, convincing you more and more he was the only one who could make you feel this way.

“I love you too,” You revealed, locking his lips between yours briefly, “M’sorry I didn’t ask for you first, I was nervous.”

Your words were sweeter than honey, but the implication that someone else almost came to your aid burned him deeply. His hands pushed up your thighs, your knees coming up as he fucked you deeper than you could comprehend. 

“Devin asked me out and I just wanted a boyfriend, but I didn’t want him, I swear-” You cried, unknowingly provoking more possessiveness. 

“Honey, please, it’s okay.” He gritted, clenching sheets in his shaking hands, suppressing the urge to flick his hips quicker.

“I wanted you, alpha, please.” You sighed, stroking his cheek and hair, anywhere you could touch, “I’m so happy, I’m sorry, thank you-”

“Don’t worry, I would’ve found you anyway. You’re my girl, my omega.” He assured, gulping down the emotions he felt when you looked into his eyes.

His words appeared to have a larger effect than any physical reimbursement could do for you as your fingers clenched within his hair. 

Your cry as you came made his hormones go into a flurry. He could feel your uneasiness being thrown into release. It was as if your chests opened in tandem, reaching out and moving in sync as he finished inside you.

White noise filled both of your ears as Steve’s body hovered over yours with much of his weight on top of you. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his chest, shoving your face against the crook of his neck. 

Pumping himself within you until sensitivity took over, he gasped at how you clenched around him. His stature shook as he knotted, a hand going to your hip to keep in place, chest heaving to regain a steady tempo.

“Thank you.” You whimpered, hugging his chest closer to your front, an embrace he matched. Pressing a kiss on the side of your forehead, he trailed down to your ear with pecks and bites.

Rolling to his back, he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your back after you tried sitting up.

“Just relax, honey.” He cooed, the exhaustion already hitting you both, stilling your hips from causing you both more frustration in the compromising position. 

“I want to make you knot again.” You whine beneath your breath, trying to sit up again, ignoring the pain shooting through your body at his swelling. 

“Easy tiger,” He chuckles, biting his lip to stop his own need, “we’ve got time.”

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[apomaro-mellow]

Runaway Royalty 1

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Omegaverse; Prince Stephen is betrothed to Prince Edwin. But as the dawn of their wedding approaches, he takes his life into his own hands and runs away, right into the hands of a band of thieves. A band led by the enigmatic Eddie.

Steve could remember the day his fate had been sealed. It had been when he presented. The moment he was free from the throes of his initial heat, his father told him, although everyone else in the castle had already known. It had been what they were waiting for.

His parents looked elated. Their subjects cheered at the announcement. That in five years time, Prince Stephen would be wed to Prince Edwin.

At first, Steve didn’t know how to feel. He had known his parents were selecting matches from him, from all designations. They were simply awaiting his own to see who would match. And Prince Edwin, who had presented as an alpha just the year before, was perfect. At least in the eyes of the king and queen.

The week of the announcement, he and his twin sister Robin had a time, talking about what the other prince must be like. It wasn’t long after that when a letter came from Steve, addressed from Prince Edwin. It was a very impersonal letter, simply congratulating him on his first heat and saying what an honor it was to be betrothed. 

It wasn’t very romantic. But it was just the first letter. And the prince was only a year older than him. So Steve replied, thanking him and expressing anticipation for the day they were to be wed. He waited for months for a response, but there was nothing.

Seasons changed, and Prince Edwin hadn’t another word to say to him. In desperation, Steve had sent one letter during the changing of the seasons, commenting on how the weather was in his kingdom and inquiring how it might be in his own. Steve had more fulfilling conversations talking to the birds he fed. 

All Steve was left with were rumors about the prince. Whispers among his own court that got louder as he got older and was allowed to mingle for much later in the evening. 

Prince Edwin was a rogue of sorts. He was said to be irresponsible, lazy, and unambitious. It was said that he shirked his duties so often that he was rather useless as a prince. It made Steve less than eager to officially tie their futures together.

“He’s an absolute bore.”

“That is when he’s not talking your ear off. It’s nearly impossible to hold a conversation.”

“And he talks about utter nothingness. It’s as if you’re trying to hold a conversation with a child.”

Years and years of tawdry gossip and yet nothing from his intended, Steve had had enough. He sat in front of his vanity, trying to strengthen his resolve. He would miss his sister. And he was under no illusion that going from cushy palace life to that of an unknown traveler would be easy. But he had no other choice. He would rather be a commoner with freedom than a caged prince. 

He couldn’t marry Prince Edwin.

Steve ran a brush through his hair, the locks free and tumbling down his back. If he was going to do this, he had to change his appearance. Steve took a breath as he grabbed the scissors. He breathed in fast about three times.

“Okay, on three”, he said to himself, scissors in one hand, a bunch of hair in the other. He had been growing his hair for as long as he could remember. Whenever his looks got compared to the beauty of his mother, he preened with pride. Now he had to cut that part of himself away. 

Snip

After the first cut, the rest went with ease. He cleaned the hair up from the floor, changed into plainer clothes, and then snuck out under cover of night. He and Robin used to sneak out of the castle when they were kids. So getting out was the easy part. The hard part would be never coming back. When he was a good distance away, at the tree and Robin used to climb, he took a final look.

His forlorn sigh turned into a shriek when something dropped down from the tree.

“Stifle yourself!”, Robin hissed, covering his mouth.

He licked her hand, getting her off as she wretched and took a step back. Both were confused to their roots.

“What are you doing here?”, he asked.

“Leaving with you”, Robin said after wiping her hand on her pants. “What did you do to your hair?”, she reached out and touched it. 

“I had to look unrecognizable. But you can’t just leave.” Robin’s rut had started pretty much right after his heat did. As an alpha, she was the heir to the throne. His parents would send out entire armies to search for her.

“You’re insane if you think I’m letting you leave without me. You need me.”

Steve didn’t doubt that. But he also couldn’t let his sister throw her life away just for him. “Robin, Our parents will-”

“They’ll either figure something out or they won’t. But this is our lives. Yours and mine. And I choose to live mine with you, wherever you go. Besides, you need your big sister, you can’t even handle your own hair without me.”

“I am older than you by five whole minutes, don’t start trying to rewrite history now”, Steve argued.

“Well, technically Prince Stephen is five minutes older than Princess Robin. We’ve gotta change our story if we’re going to blend in”, she said as she started on the trail away from the castle.

Steve followed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to change her mind and not wanting to anyway. He had been afraid of leaving a part of himself in that place to carry his half of the burden of royalty. But she came, able to read him and know his thoughts sometimes even before himself. 

They had come into this world together and now they were going into the next together.

Little did they know, that their paths would soon cross with a band of robbers…

Part 2

[purrmoon]

🌙 dynamic abilities

»masterlist«

alpha command — also referred to as the alpha voice. a deep, rumbling tone that triggers obedience & submission in those who hear it. it’s most effective on pack & those who already respect the alpha as an authority figure—but some particularly dominating people are capable of effecting those who don’t know / respect them. commands are also heightened when given after a scruff or submission bite. a command usually sound deep and rumbling; firm and commanding; or low and soothing.

beta scent-shifting — a beta is able to consciously (or unconsciously) shift their scent to mimic another’s. they can disguise themselves as an alpha, omega, or another beta—and even mimic a milky pup scent. this is typically used to calm packmates, and also makes them invaluable in the medical field or for calming those in a feral state. there are varying skill levels, with some being able to fool any nose, and others only able to fool those in distress / not thinking clearly.

omega suggestion — also referred to as the omega voice. it incites in people a desire to please, to protect, to make the omega happy. it can also have a relaxing effect. it’s most effective on other pack members, or those with a positive relationship with the omega—though some have particularly powerful voices, & can affect even those they aren’t close with/who actively dislike them. the sound is generally gentle & soothing; soft & crooning; or lyrical & melodious.

[ scent-shifting as an ability for betas was inspired by a fanfic i read once~ ]

[sinematically]

a story in three parts…

[nburkhardt]

It won’t leave me alone, so I gotta share it. It’s an a/o/b idea and I know it’s not everyone’s thing but it’s one of mine soooooo

Steve’s an omega that’s taken care and raised kids, other people’s kids. He loves it, always will but they never stay. Can’t stay, because he isn’t their actual parent. And he really, really, really wants to have his own. Growing up as an only child to parents that didn’t really care, it would make you want a huge family or at least someone else that loves you.

But no one wants him, at least not like that. He tried finding something with Nancy but that ended and left a sour taste in his mouth, then when he does find someone else, they don’t want kids either or they don’t actually love him either.

It’s fine, he tells himself all the time. It’s alright, he helped raised some kids. There’s Dustin, who still bugs him for rides. Then Lucas, asks for basketball pointers and also a kid that an ex of his. See? It’s fine.

He’ll only admit it to himself and in his dark room, but he does want to have his own pup and someone who’ll love him. It’s honestly one of the things he’s wanted his whole life but too afraid to admit it. (Eventually, he meets Eddie and everything he’s ever wanted happens, obviously 😌)

(if anyone would like you could write this out 👀👀)

[autemis]

The Alpha Buddy is originally an idea by @askbetaboys . However, I call my version the Heat Buddy.

The plulshy is there to help an Omega in Heat. The toy should make them feel less lonely and more secure and comfortable in they current situation. The alpha-pheromones are stored in a vial that is sewn into the plushy.

[sensei-venus]

Happy Holidays!

How does alpha Hawk act once his omega reader is pregnant with his pup/pups ?

•He can smell it within a week or so. The way their scent slowly starts to change over the passing days after their mating, multiple days in a row after his rut and their heat match up. He knows, they both do, that they did not use any kind of protection. They wanted this.

•Reader most likely doesn’t know, unless they are super in tune with their body like that. (I know people who really wanted to get pregnant, did all the high tech tracking stuff, and claim they knew they where pregnant within a few days of having sex. They said they felt different and experienced symptoms. Can’t say it’s not true, turns out they where pregnant.) reader can’t smell their own scent. So they won’t notice the change but Hawk definitely will.

•After a few week’s of waiting, they test together. Hawk try’s his best to stay calm as the omega takes a home test in their bathroom. The two of them are bouncing around after the test confirms that the omega is pregnant. Hawk is definitely drowning them in his scent while probably growling, a verbal confrontation of affection. He’s so excited that he ends up inviting everyone from the dojo over once they get the official hospital results back. No one is to surprised that they where pregnant after being bonded for over a year. It’s Hawk.

•Hawk helps schedule every doctors appointment and goes to every single one with his omega. He wants to be there for every moment no matter how significant it is. He calls out constantly from his job at the dojo. No one blames him though and Miguel tends to take over his classes when he’s gone. Hawk rewards him by bring him new ultrasound pictures, updating him about his pup/s growth with every visit.

•Hawk doesn’t really care how many pups they end up having during any of their pregnancies. There will definitely be multiple pregnancies, no matter how many pups they have pure litter. He does want a lot of pups, it’s kinda his dream as a alpha, to sire many pups with his beautiful omega and raise them to be little badasses. He does worry more in multi pregnancies, more pups in one litter scare him do to the pressure it has on his poor omega.

•He’s a hoverer, he doesn’t mean to be but he definitely is. He wants to make sure his omega is completely safe and relaxed though out the pregnancy. The less stress they have the less stress he has when he has to leave them to go to work. Something he dreads on a daily basis.

•He constantly talks to his mates belly, telling the pup/s about all the cool stuff he’s been doing at the dojo, talking about Demetri and Miguel, complaining about Johnny and Daniel. He likes to whisper about how pretty their carrier is (mama,daddy), how amazing they are and how he can’t wait for them to meet. He ramble’s about all the stuff he’s going to teach them when they are old enough. He gets excited when they first start kicking.

•He constantly scents things for his omega all the time. Even though they lobe together already, he takes the time to scent new things to give to his omega during the pregnancy. His heart skips a beat and his pride goes up when he sees something new that he just scented in their nest. Most of his old sweater’s get a new home from in the back of their closet to readers overloaded pregnancy induced nest.

•He secretly keeps a list of all of his mates food cravings in his car. Sometimes before he gets home from work, he will stop by said place and pick up what ever he knows they have been craving recently. He loves watching his omega go to town on some food in their nest while he strokes over their round bump for a while. Watching the pup/s move under the tight flesh as the omega eats in pure bliss.

•Has a issue with growing at any alpha that gets to close to his mate during the pregnancy. He’s even bowed up at omega’s and beta’s he felt got to close. He’s even ready to throw hands at the slightest look or stare from unwanted eyes. He always has a hand on the omega out in public and he triple scent’s then before they go out. Makes sure to nibble at their bonding mark for extra effect. The teeth shaped scar’s on their scent gland is always on display for everyone to see.

[babbygirlblues]

Natalia

From 'The One Chance'...

A tiny drabble from a deleted portion of the prologue - the introduction from Natasha's POV.

Natasha saw you before you saw her. 

“I know it’s not easy to start somewhere new,” Melina said, looking back at Natasha through the rearview mirror. 

Natasha was slumped in the car seat, staring passively out the car window when she caught sight of a girl about her age walking past the front of the car. 

“But please, promise me you’ll try to make some friends.” Melina pleaded, her voice fading into the background.

Natasha watched you walk past the school gates and you turned around to smile and wave at a friend who was shuffling past the car door next to her. It felt like you could have been smiling at her. A mysterious and deep force in her bones told her that you were special. She could see the kindness in your eyes, bright and full of an old intelligence. It felt like her whole world lit up just for a second as you looked her way. Right at that moment, a voice from the radio introduced a new song and the ringing of a beautiful acoustic guitar played from the car speakers. A melodic voice started to sing and the words could have been angels whispering in her ear, she’s the one.

“Natasha?” Melina tried to call Natasha’s attention to her, “Natasha!”

“Hmm?” Natasha mumbled and Melina turned to look at her expectantly. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be friendly.” She said, appeasing Melina for the moment.

“Take Yelena to her class too, please.” Melina called out as Natasha jumped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind her.

By the time Natasha had dropped Yelena at her class and made the walk to her new classroom she was a few minutes late. She hiked her bag up on her back and peaked through the window into the class. A tall woman stood at the front talking to the students and her eyes scoured the desks, stopping excitedly when she found you sitting in the 3rd row. You were looking out the side window seemingly lost in your own thoughts and she took in your side profile, committing every detail to memory. 

After knocking on the door, she was quickly introduced to the class and awkwardly asked to describe herself when the teacher called her up in front of everyone. She kept her expression expertly neutral as she spoke to the class and in a sea of bored faces only you beamed at her from your seat. The connection she felt with you grew stronger and this time it was her voice whispering, she’s the one.

Melina was surprised when Natasha got ready for school the next day without a word of complaint. And as the weeks went on, Natasha settled into a peaceful routine. She’d drop Yelena off at her classroom, walk around the back school fence and wait on a tree near the entrance for you to arrive. She was determined to know more about you. She’d watch you read at the gate until your friends arrived and then continued to steal quick glances at you throughout the day, always careful never to be caught. 

A few weeks later Alexei announced that they may move again, this time to California.

“Please!” Natasha begged Melina, her hands pressing together into a prayer, “I like it here, please.”

“I don’t want to go.” She whined, stomping down a foot onto the kitchen tiles.

“Natasha,” Melina sighs, exasperated. “I thought you’d be happy, you said you wanted to go to California.”

Alexei watched Natasha distraught and on the verge of tears, trying to convince them to stay. 

“It’s ok, Melina.” He piped up from the kitchen table, “I’m sure I can figure something out.”

“We can stay.” He nodded to Natasha.

Natasha sighed in relief and Alexei suspected then that Natasha was an alpha. It was surprising she already had formed a bond so young especially before she was ‘showing’, but he recognised the fear in her voice. There was someone Natasha was desperate to stay here with. 

His new job in Ohio was with a rather unpleasant man but it led him to a top spot in their new company. He was invited to dinner with the CEO’s family after a huge deal was successfully struck with an old and rich colleague in St. Petersburg.

She fell harder for you that night as you bravely stood up to a rude man at the table. Her heart twisted and knotted painfully at the horrific sound of your fathers palm colliding with your cheek. Natasha sat frozen in shock, her heart beating faster than the speed of light. Something in her roared vicious and wild and her fists clenched as her sides under the table cloth. 

Her chest rumbled when she found you crying in the hallway. Some kind of power took over her as she carefully soothed the bruised mark around your eye. Her fingertips lit up like she was touching a warm cup of tea and she watched you relax in her hand.

Whose voice was it then singing? She didn't know.

But the words were clearer than ever...

She's the one, the one, the one.

[carolinasacco]

hi! I'm translating my fanfic Whatever You Want into English. For now I have 3 chapters, I will update as my beta finishes correcting them. (The fic is complete in Spanish) AU Everything is the same except that there are betas, alphas and omegas. It takes place during season 13. Dean recently had a birthday and is feeling the need for something more in his life. It is a fanfic with a case, Becky Rosen is injured and must remain in Winchester's care.

It is an omegaverse, it is not smut, although it contains s3x scenes and mpreg. Contains nsfw illustrations.

[spaxi]

Does anyone else look at their friends and think "I think they'd be this secondary gender"

I look at my friend (who we call sir) and often think. They'd probably identify as an alpha (they/them pronouns)

I think that my pink haired friend would be a gamma (he/they pronouns)

My farm friend would probably be a beta (He/they pronouns)

Those are my closes friends, I'm not sure what my other friends would identify with, but that's what's often in my thoughts -Finn 🍷

[mysticmunson]

I seriously love the aplah omega trope. So what about another omega trying to grab eddies attention and eddie being the man he is and is totally oblivious. Reader is not having it and she shows him that shes the only omega for him.

between vinyls and mixtapes (alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader)

author's note: hi darling! i'm a sucker for a jealousy prompt and thank you so much for your kind words!! this brought me out of my slump :) hope you enjoy! feedback and requests are always welcomed!

warnings: jealousy, flirting, markings (hickeys), smut (18+)

word count: 1.7k

The mall was possibly the last place you wanted to be after your shift at work, the diligent little kids too far away from their parents for comfort, the bright lights of signs directing you to their store, and Eddie’s insistence to buy all the band shirts he spotted. The things you would do for him never ceased to amaze you.

He went into a music store to get some strings for his guitar, along with some other supplies the other Corroded Coffin boys needed, and you already knew by just glancing inside that this wasn’t a quick stop. 

With a peck on the cheek, you wandered around, peering into stores that interested you. A dainty lingerie store in particular caught your eye, venturing in to see if there were any fair deals.

It had only been a few months since you both presented, a majority of heats and ruts taking you off guard and frantic, but your bodies began to regulate on the timing. Often than not, you’re usually in mismatched under garments and ditch most clothes for the rest of it. 

However, a lilac set drew you in, hands running against the shiny, opal table it laid on. The lace on the bra cups were made to look like flowers, having padding to push up your breasts, with a small bow in the center. The underwear was a thong, identical lace over it and leaving little to the imagination. A set of frilly garters that had a small white bow had you reaching for your wallet, the kind woman folding it into a gift bag with tissue paper.

The thought of yourself in it alone was enough to make you riled up, hoping Eddie would elicit a similar reaction, making you bite back the smile threatening to display against your lips. The walkways were far too long as you sped back to the shop that Eddie was likely dumping money into.

The clear walls made you halt, spotting your boyfriend's hair between the vinyls and mixtapes automatically, but a woman beside him. Her black hair was twisted around her finger as she giggled at a comment he had made, grabbing his bicep before he walked towards the cash register.

Jealousy wasn’t obscure for alpha and omega’s, Eddie often exercised that emotion when any alpha got too close, but was improving as your relationship solidified, except during heats and ruts. This time was different though as you could sense she was an omega, a new ability you were becoming accustomed to, but acted as second nature.

The woman beside him scrunched her manicured hand against his curls as she remarked about the texture. She leaned against the cashier table, eyes wide as she looked up at him, lips slightly parted in a pout. What irritated you more was Eddie was clearly oblivious, being his charming self, and likely giving her the wrong impression.

Emotions flooded you as jealousy was soon layered with insecurity over the other woman, overridden by anger at how nonchalant this seemed, and sadness at how small it made you feel. That this didn’t have to be forever for him, he could mate with another omega, making you feel sick as the twine handle of the bag felt hot in your grip.

Forcing a smile as he approached, talking your ear off about the song ideas he had as you made your way to the truck, pulling the accessories from the plastic bag. As his excitement subsided, he could pick up on the off energy, glancing towards you to see your attention on the fast paced window.

“Baby? You alright?” He asked, squeezing your hand as it rested on his center console, rubbing over your knuckles. You nodded, looking towards him to make sure he saw the confirmation, hoping he wouldn’t impose. Hoping that all of your concerns would reach his brain and he would bring flowers and recite Pride and Prejudice. Hope was a strong word. 

Raising his eyebrows, knowing well enough you were acting odd, but was cut off by your own arrival at the trailer. Wayne was on his way out to work, waving as he drove off in his truck, leaving the home quiet as you rushed to the restroom with the bag in hand. 

He trudged to his room with a sigh, wondering what the drastic change in mood was triggered by, calculating the best way to mention it. His fingers ran against the box of guitar picks, hoping these wouldn’t get lost within seconds, tossing them near his bag. 

The bathroom door creaked open, but he kept his head lowered, not wanting to seem too confronting. His attention was drawn to the silence after, timidly bringing his eyes to the door frame before they bulged out. The new lingerie you were hoping to reserve for a different occasion fit perfectly, accentuating your body in all the right places.

“Oh fuck.” He muttered, his dick thickening as he stared at you, tossing the bag aimlessly to the cluttered ground. 

Though he stood to toss you to the bed, you beat him to it, pushing him back and undoing his pants. Eddie could only watch in infatuation, surprised at your sudden assertiveness and scandalous new wardrobe. You pulled off his shirt before straddling him, leaving just his boxers on as you held his arms above your head.

As easily as he could flip you the other way, fucking you into a speechless mess, he was anxiously awaiting your next move. Your mouth went to his throat first, nipping over his pale skin before sliding your tongue over the reddened skin. 

He liked when you marked him, he considered it your creation, a physical sentiment of how he made you feel. He would never truly understand the complexities of an omega, but somehow the exchange of pain made him feel better about it. The ache to mark you was frequent, but he rarely indulged, already feeling not worthy enough to touch such a delicate being.

“You’re mine.” You mumbled against the pulse point on his neck, trekking downwards to slip off his final piece of clothing. The alleviation made him hiss, the warm air touching him as the blood rushed downward, laying against his navel.

Your hand was so small compared to his length, but the feeling was indescribable, making him moan instantly. He could feel your wetness against his thigh as you straddled it, his hands going forward in an attempt to hold your hips. 

To his surprise, you smacked his embrace away, keeping the pace on him. Bewildered, he looked up at you skeptically, not knowing how to feel about this change in dynamic. 

“You let her touch what’s mine.” You remarked coldly, standing to slide your panties to the ground, unclasping your bra, setting it gracefully beneath you. That shit was too expensive to be careless, but you left the garters on. 

His head cocked to the side, perplexed at what she could mean, wondering if he had misplaced something of yours. He wondered if you really had noticed that he took your hair tie from your purse last week when you went to the bathroom at dinner. If this was the case, he was stealing a lot more, but the true reason crept in.

“Are you talking about the girl from the mall?” He questioned, watching as you straddled him, already a bit nervous as to how you would handle riding him. During your heat, you produced a lot more arousal, and even then it was hard to take. 

Grinding against his throbbing erection, you gasped in unison before looking at him again. He lifted himself to rest on his elbows, lifting one to rub against his brow, hips flicking upwards subconsciously.

“She was an omega and was flirting with you.” You asserted, his face dropping, “She touched you. My alpha, you’re mine.” 

“Sweetheart, I had no idea.” He breathed, seeing some cracks in your slightly more controlling demeanor as you bit your lip, a habit he tried to help you break. His thumb pulled it out, resting on your hips before he flipped you. 

Expecting a whine, he only got a fiery kiss instead, your tongue infiltrating his mouth as soon as you collided. His growl vibrated your cheeks, his hand lowering to guide himself into you, feeling as you arched into his chest.

“You’re my girl, my beautiful omega. So fucking good for me.” He reminded, gripping your chin and making eye contact. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands going up to his hair to gently tug.

“My alpha, I love you.” You mewled, his pace increasing quicker than normal, the urgency building within both of you.

Actions provided context to feelings without words, whether too complex or not comprehensible, it somehow came across clearer when shared with the proper person. Feeling his cock within you, each vein and thrust, titillating another unknown aspect about yourself only he could’ve discovered. 

The grunts leaving your mouths harmonized as you both felt yourself getting closer, needing to feel his come inside you, a sensation you wanted just for yourself. Greed encompassed you when you laid in bed with him, wanting every part of him connecting with yours. His eyes, his lips, his mind, his soul, and everything in between. You hoped your good deeds would balance out the pure avarice you had about an earthly man. 

Your own orgasm snuck up on you with Eddie following right after, panting as he gripped the pillows above your head, his come filling you to the brim. 

“Want to be filled with you always.” You sighed with pleasure as he slipped out, his release pooling to the front of your cunt. He smiled, kissing your lips and chin, pulling you to his warm chest.

“If getting you jealous means more sexy clothes, I’m talking to everyone.” He jested, feeling your face scrunch against his peck as you tried to wiggle away, “I’m kidding, baby. You’re all I want, couldn’t imagine my life without you.”

His sincerity made your chest flutter, looking up as he looked down, sloppily kissing your head in a way that you’re sure only you would enjoy, bringing you a strange rush of reassurance. 

“But I will be buying more of those, holy shit.”

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[apomaro-mellow]

Whatever Stevie Wants 5

Part 4

Eddie sat on the floor, Vanessa before him as he changed her diaper, giggling at the man’s dramatics.

“Who’s the stinky one? It’s you! You’re so stinky!” He made a show of sniffing her wrapped up diaper and falling over to the stench, making her giggle louder.

Violet was crawling around, grabbing things that interested her before tossing them away, sometimes just barely missing her sister. Steve watched them, heart so full it was hard to imagine a parent seeing their pups any other way. How could anyone look at their own children and not see a precious gift?

Just as he was sighing, his phone rang and a chill ran down his spine, seeing that it was his mother. Steve walked off, ignoring as Eddie called out to him as he went into another room to answer.

“What do you want?”

“Hello to you too, son.”

Steve sighed, exhausted already. “You’re calling because you want something. Just tell me.”

“All I want is to tell you we’ll be in town soon. So are you going to house us in that musician’s house or do your father and I have to make other arrangements?”

“Oh I don’t know mother, I’ll have to ask my alpha permission. And I’ll have to warn you, he’ll probably say no. So let me just say no for him. No.”

“Oh don’t be childish. We’ll be flying in next week. Kisses.”

And then she hung up on him.

He wasn’t sure if he should talk about it at all, but there was no use hiding it. The moment he stepped out and crossed paths with Grant, he could smell the distress on him.

“What happened?”, he asked, making Eddie look up from his playtime with the twins.

“Did something happen?”

Steve sat down in the nest, smiling as Vanessa crawled toward him. “My mom called. She and my dad will be coming for a visit.”

He told them the whole conversation, repeating the news when Jeff and Gareth came down. He knew he was right to be cautious when the others shared his apprehension. He had talked at length about his life under his parents’ thumb. Steve had reached out several times before, during, and after his pregnancy and they had nary a word to say to him.

This sudden visit was suspicious, at least to them.

“Maybe they just finally got the stick outta their ass and wanna see their only grandkids”, Wayne suggested.

Violet had been using her dad as a jungle gym and her eyes got wide as she watched her grand-uncle.

“They’re gonna have their first word any week now and I need it to not be ass”, Steve said, only for Vanessa’s head to turn toward him.

“It’s like they know which ones are the bad words”, Jeff snickered.

-------------------

Eddie went with Steve to meet his folks at some bistro. It was upscale for sure. But the kind of upscale Steve had grown up in. 

“It’s nice to finally meet the alpha that snatched up my boy”, Layton said, clapping Eddie on the back while shaking his hand. It was the kind of nicety that hid a blow in plain sight. His father smiled while outright stating his contention with Eddie.

“Where are the girls? Are they with you?”, Margaret asked, looking around as if she missed them.

“They’re at home”, Steve said as they took their seats.

Eddie had actually buttoned up for this. It was a deep red, but the long sleeves hid his tats. They had to search deep in the closet for that one. 

“And this one, Eddie is the sire of your-”

“Just one of them”, Steve said. “Jeff is the sire of the other.”

Layton’s brow pinched in confusion and Eddie was a little mad at how similar he looked to Steve.

“I thought you had twins.”

“I do”, Steve confirmed, taking out his phone to find pictures. “It was one of those miracles.” He found one that showed Eddie holding Violet and Jeff holding Vanessa.

Margaret’s eyes got a little wide while her husband’s squinted. “Oh”, she said at first. “Well my my the world is, well it’s just full of little miracles isn’t it?”

“They’ll be a whole year old in a few months”, Steve said.

“And you’ve been doing the whole, rockstar thing still?”, Layton asked Eddie.

“Livin’ the dream”, Eddie shrugged. “I got the best job and the best partner in crime.” He kissed Steve’s cheek.

“Oh that’s sweet”, Margaret said. “Steve, have you heard from Nick Odell lately? He’s doing quite well for himself.”

“From Nicky? I haven’t talked to him since high school”, Steve said. 

“He took over his father’s business a year ago. And he has a house up in New York.”

“Good for him”, Steve nodded, knowing what she was doing.

Their brunch was fine, if a bit tedious. Whenever Steve showed no interest in any of the people his mother brought up, she just mentioned another. Even going so far as to give him the name of an alpha who was already married. But according to his mother it was a well known secret that his wife’s family was infertile, so it was sure to end soon.

Despite all that, they didn’t seem invested in actively making Steve end things with his pack. And how could he? A mating bite could be undone with an intense procedure, sure. But he had pups in the world now. 

So they agreed that they could meet the twins and did so at a public park. This time, Jeff joined them. He and Steve specifically talked and had a conversation about things his rich, conservative, traditionalist parents might say.

“It’s safe to say none of the alphas they ever tried to set me up with ever strayed far from a certain color palette”, Steve said as his mother and father walked up to the picnic table the five of them were sitting at.

“They’re just darling!”, Margaret exclaimed, reaching right for Violet, who was still in her carrier. “You must be Violet.”

“And this little filly must be Vanessa”, Layton said as he sat down across from them. 

Vanessa sat in Jeff’s lap, turning the pages of a children’s book took quick to actually be looking at anything on said pages. But simply doing the motions seemed to entertain her.

“Oh, she’s a little darker than the picture you showed us”, Margaret blurted out. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Nothing wrong at all”, Layton agreed.

“It’s just that one can’t help but wonder what she’ll look like in a few months, or years even.”

Steve patted Jeff’s leg while Eddie looked like he wanted to snatch his pup from this woman’s arms.

“Yeah well, Jeff and I have been looking at our own baby photos to try and predict too, but it’s like she’s her own original person”, Steve’s smile was tight.

“But this little ball of sunshine is like a carbon copy of the Munson blueprint”, Eddie beamed at Violet and she returned it with a gummy smile of her own. “Her battery doesn’t quit and she uses that energy to be a little terror. She’s a devil of destruction, yes she is~”

Violet giggled even more as her dad tickled her and the conversation continued just a bit more easily after that. It was still a little stilted, but his parents didn’t say anything outright offensive. Steve didn’t know if he should feel upset that they gave more attention to Violet than Vanessa. It was almost like they weren’t quite sure how to feel about her or Jeff.

And Steve didn’t know how to feel about that. It was weird, this whole thing was weird. It would have been easy if they begged for forgiveness and resolved to be better parents and loving grandparents from now on. It also would have been easy if they just straight up insulted his family, throwing out slurs and classist ideologies so there could be a huge blow up that signified the complete end of their relationship.

But neither of those happened. They weren’t the best and they weren’t the worst. Steve said as much on the drive home, the girls fast asleep in their carriers.

“I mean, I’ve seen worse”, Jeff noted. “One time I dated this chick and her dad kept bringing up how dark our babies would be. Even went as far as to ask me to do one of those ancestry things.”

“Christ on a cracker”, Eddie said from the driver’s seat. “So we’re really doing this? We’re gonna let them be a part of it?”

Steve sighed and looked at his two girls. He wanted them to grow up surrounded by love, in all shapes and forms. “I heard people who were terrible parents sometimes turn out to be really doting grandparents.”

He didn’t want to look back and regret not giving his parents the chance if they were actually willing to put forth the effort. And all they were really asking for were grandparent privileges, visits, fun trips, that sort of thing.

“Alright, but if they kidnap you and try to brainwash you back into their WASPy life, you owe me ten bucks”, Jeff said.

Part 6

I'm kinda torn bc I have two plots in mind w/the Harringtons one is more down to earth, as I feel like most of this fic series has been while the other is the kind of melodrama that likes of which one would find in the tenth season of a soap opera. I guess read on to find out which I pick.

[purrmoon]

🌙 lore: noises & mannerisms

these lists are non-exhaustive, and i may reblog or edit with additions~

noises

Pack Calls. Meant to attract the attention of pack immediately—whether to alert danger, expression of loneliness or helplessness, or simply to alert to a cycle beginning. (A pup call is the same thing, though younger sounding and harder to ignore.)

Purrs. Usually an expression of happiness or contentment, but they can also be use to self-soothe or comfort. Purring promotes healing. The sound can be made unconsciously or on purpose. An alpha’s purrs tend to be low and rumbling; sometimes almost inaudible, and easier to feel than hear. Bets and omegas have more mid-toned purrs. Pups have loud, rumbly, often uneven purrs.

Growls. In betas and omegas, a growl is a warning. Alphas will growl as a threat, in play, during sex / arousal, and sometimes even when they yawn—and as such, tend to make the noise the most. Pups may also growl in play. Alphas have the deepest growls, followed by omegas. Betas have fairly mid-toned growls. Pups have tiny, high-pitched growls.

Snarls. Much like a growl, but deeper and more threatening. This isn’t just a threat or warning, but often the precursor of a fight. Snarls may also be heard during a fight.

Chuffs. A low huffing noise used as a signal to ‘come here.’ Often used on pups or younger siblings. They’re difficult to ignore from packmates—especially older packmates or parents. Alphas are especially good at chuffing.

Croons. Low, musical sounds meant to comfort and reassure. They’re often used to help lull pups to sleep.

Trills. A high, musical sound that express happiness, joy, excitement. Adult alphas have a harder time making them, and rarely do so, but happy betas, omegas, and pups make them frequently.

Whines. A high pitched expression of sadness or discomfort. These tend to sound uniform among adults, and a little higher in pups. Pup whines, especially before speech, usually indicate hunger, lack of attention, or a need for changing.

Keens. High pitched calls of want or need, though they can also be used to express more acute pain—like grief.

mannerisms

Scruffing. Refers to grabbing the back of the neck, fingers touching the scent glands, and squeezing gently. This triggers a flood of submission hormones, forcibly relaxing the muscles. It can induce drowsiness. This can be comforting when done by a trusted packmate, but terrifying and unpleasant when done by a stranger. The effect lasts longer in pups, or those in their cycle.

Submission bite. Refers to biting the back or side of the neck. Like a scruff, this triggers a flood of submission hormone, though it’s much stronger. A hard enough bite can cause a mild paralysis, the limbs becoming too heavy to move. The bitee is more susceptible to orders given by the biter. In both the case of a scruff and a submission bite, the hormone can be fought, but it’s difficult. Submission bites are typically denote the end of a challenge fight. Submission bites given outside of that are considered a form of assault or abuse, as scruffing is considered a more appropriate way of dealing with any unruly or rebellious behavior. It’s considered unconscionable for an adult to give a submission bite to a pup.

Nipping. A light bite, and a common way to express affection both platonically and romantically. Romantic partners may nip at each other’s necks, ears, jaws, & lips. Platonic packmates may nip pack members shoulders, arms, fingers, or noses.

Scenting. An important part of pack bonding, and a way of expressing, "I'm here, I care about you, I want people to know we're connected even when we're apart." Covered in more detail here.

Claiming bites. Referring to the bite claiming someone as pack or mate. Pack bites are more like nips, and accompanied by licking, while mating bites will draw blood, and leave a scar. Pack and mate bonds are covered in more detail here.

Nuzzling. Rubbing noses is a common way of greeting close pack members. Cheeks may also be nuzzled. Romantic partners will nuzzle shoulders, backs, thighs, the back of the knee, etc. Alphas find it very comforting to have their neck/throat nuzzled.

Forehead touch. Another common greeting between close pack members, though slightly more common in romantic partners.

Head-butting. A playful variation of the forehead touch.

Wrist-brushing. Pressing the wrists together. A gesture of comfort or intimacy. It’s also common to stroke the gland with the thumb—something omegas find especially comforting.

Scent-guarding. Raising the shoulders and/or lowering the chin to block the scent glands, often paired with wrapping the arms around the stomach. An expression of fear, meant to try and block or suppress one’s scent.

Throat-baring. Lifting the chin and showing off the throat is a sign of submission. It may be done out of respect, trust, or fear, or as a way to show that one isn’t a threat. This is considered the best way to approach someone in a feral state.

Teeth-baring. Sometimes this is a warning. Other times it’s a challenge, especially when compared with snapping their teeth or snarling.

Posturing. Making one’s self look bigger—raising the shoulders, standing up as straight as possible, maybe even bouncing up on the balls of the feet. Often combined with circling. This is often the precursor to a challenge fight. Posturing may also refer to trying to impress a potential mate, usually by making one's self look bigger / more impressive than a rival.

[my-sleepy-head]

I just realized that a movie I use to watch quite a bit as a kid (Alpha and Omega) seems like it would be an Omegaverse(A/B/O) romcom of some kind but it’s just…

This silly animated wolf movie.

Could easily be turned A/B/O.

(I havent watched it in at least five years so the details are hazy) It’s about kate, an alpha female, and Humphrey, an omega male.

Kate is supposed to marry this Alpha male(Garth) of another pack for “political reasons” but she and Humphrey get captured and brought far from home. (The movie is just comedy about them getting back home)

There’s a subplot about Kate’s sister (Lily, a beta (or Omega, can’t remember)female) falling in love with Garth, the Alpha male of the other pack.

[anon-e-miss]

Having a mech fight to have him (in his heat brain) would be very hot for in-heat Prowl

This is something ancient Omega’s would have been coded to like. Winner gets me because winner is better.

Very deep standards.