#ABO dynamics

[softaestluv]

Sticky When Wet

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

Alpha! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Omega! Reader

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

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Black Tea.

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

Honey.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, Lieutenant.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry about that, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[midnight--sadness]

an omegaverse mpreg bl drama just premiered in china...

south korea, you know what to do!!! 🙏

[bangchansrose]

wade: this wolverine is from a different universe

ao3 writers: where secondary genders exist

[rryeongchaes]

DLC 🔞 - tongue tied

[word count: 3,200]

Yeji truly can’t promise she’ll be able to stop once she’s allowed to feel what she’s, not so subtly, been staring at for the past hour. They’re on a tight schedule, she shouldn’t be encouraging any antics. If Ryujin wants to make out and save it all for tonight, she’d listen.

Ryujin whispers, and her hot breath is utterly dizzying against her lips. “Yeji.”

They shouldn’t do this with barely any time to spare. They’re going to have too much explaining to do if they end up late to pick up. Chaeryeong isn’t even here with them. There’s just-

Ryujin takes her hand and Yeji can’t help but sigh at how absurdly soft it is, but the moment is short lived because Ryujin lays her hand flat against her stomach, and nothing else matters anymore.

OR Yeji and Ryujin find themselves pressed for time.

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[literallyaxelthedennis]

Omegaverse in real life would be so funny

Just imagine an NFL player goes into rut/heat in the MIDDLE of the Super Bowl.

[rawme-price]

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

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

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

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

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

[xazse]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[malereadermaniac]

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

Word Count: 2.2k

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

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

Note: Not watched JJK, probably OOC!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[superbat-love]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until Kal’s gaze found his.

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

No such luck. Kal approached him anyway.

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

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

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

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

And Bruce found himself listening.

The Omega Queen AU

[zzzx009]

omegaverse for soukokuweek!!!

[graytodd]

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

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

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

{continue...}

[midnight--sadness]

I absolutely hate myunggi, but since gihun mangit for psychopaths, then... why not? after junhee dies, myunggi goes completely insane, but seeing gihun protecting his pup, taking care of his pup, lulling her to sleep, keeping her warm, breastfeeding her (gihun has to eat well at the final dinner to feed 222), myunggi's inner alpha tells him "this is the omega you need. He can take care of himself and our pups," and myunggi agrees with himself. when myunggi sees gihun kill player 203 he gets excited and fucks him right there becomes even more obsessed with gihun and then there are 3 ways things can go:

1. myunggi keeps player 100 alive and kills him on the circle tower and he and gihun and the baby win the game (222 gets the little siblings for sure).

2. myunggi acts like a stupid jerk (right as canon), the three of them move to the last tower and gihun sacrifices himself, because "the baby should stay close to her father". myunggi remains shocked.

3. the three of them move to the circle tower and myunggi goes completely insane and drops 222 and promises that he and gihun will have many more pups and then gihun kills him.

im not sorry for that (but im sorry if the translation is a little bad, lol)

don't worry abt the translation, its perfect!!

and i actually think you've done the impossible... you've made me ship gihun and myunggi 😭😭😭 that tiny evil twink is gonna ruin my middle aged milf for sure nejrfkvmnfedf

myunggi going batshit insane, as canon, and thinking gihun should be his omega now after seeing how he is with the baby? amazing showstopping never done before

i want to go with option 1, just bc player 100 deserves death and this way all three of them can be a little fucked up family... gihun thought he was gonna belong to alpha freak #1 (inho) but turns out he's gonna belong to alpha freak #2 after all :/

(also myunggi dropping his baby would be so mean omg 💀 but i kinda love it, idk its the type of fucked evil crap i like to read abt)

but i'd also like to propose option 4 - everything happens like in canon, myunggi falls to his death while yearning for gihun.... however, he and myunggi had crazy hate sex in the dorms while the other players were sleeping and gihun gets pregnant 😌

baby girl gets a sibling and gihun can live his life in relative peace until inho inevitably comes knocking and finds him carrying another man's baby (well, babies in this case since junhee's daughter is still young enough to be carried around)... it's the ultimate retribution i think

[sevikaslatinawife]

Tsaheylu

Part 2

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

index | part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But how could she?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you were her little prey caught in her trap.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Okay and also what of alpha ichigo or alpha aizen with an omega reader? It can be nsfw or sfw whatever you like, I really really love your work, i hope it's not too much, you do not have to write it if you don't wish to 🩷💮🌸

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Decided to go with Ichigo because I love him for this troupe, and to also give both SFW and NSFW headcanons. Enjoy!!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, omegaverse au, fem!reader, knotting, breeding, impregnation kink, creampies, marathon sex, rough sex, animalistic themes, rutting/mating, marking/biting, possessiveness, jealousy, territorial behaviour, scenting, omega!reader, power dynamics, cunnilingus

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SFW Headcanons

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...didn’t even realise he was acting like an alpha around you until Rukia elbowed him and muttered, “You’re growling again, dumbass,” when another Alpha got a bit too friendly with you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...tries to play it cool but gets visibly tense whenever you’re near a group of alphas. His fingers were practically twitching at his sides.“Not jealous, just cautious. That one with the pointy shoes was staring too hard.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...has a distinct scent that makes you feel like warm sunlight and smoked cedar wrapped in a hoodie—that specific hoodie he always ‘forgets’ you’re wearing because he gave it to you without thinking.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets weirdly fussy over your nest, even though he pretends not to care. You once caught him trying to arrange the pillows around your sleeping spot.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...walks you home even though your house is in the opposite direction, and grumbles the entire way, “It’s not a big deal. You’re small. What if some idiot tried to start something? And don’t roll your eyes at me, I’ll throw you over my shoulder.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...can’t hide his annoyance when your scent changes slightly during your pre-heat, and he can’t decide if he wants to punch a wall or just sit awkwardly next to you holding a hot water bottle while you complain.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...instinctively moves between you and any perceived threat, including loud motorbikes, barking dogs, overly excited street performers, and once—an old vending machine that made a weird hissing noise.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...doesn’t even like other people touching your stuff. You lent your scarf to Orihime once and Ichigo walked around all day looking like someone had kicked his shins.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets super defensive when other alphas make suggestive jokes about mating. He’ll scowl. “Say that again and I’ll knock your jaw loose,” even if you’re not even bonded yet.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...listens to you rant about something mundane and nods along even if he doesn’t fully follow, because your scent settles when you vent, and that’s enough for him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...insists he’s not possessive, but the number of times he’s glared someone into silence for ‘smelling too close’ to you says otherwise. He’ll deny it though.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...goes stiff as a board when you scent-mark him without warning—once on his wrist while you were half-asleep, and he spent the next hour staring at it like it was glowing.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...always makes sure you eat enough, even if that means shoving a rice ball in your mouth mid-sentence. “Don’t care if you’re not hungry. You skipped breakfast again. Chew.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...has a very hard time hiding his reaction to your scent during your calm, content moods. He gets this dazed look like someone put a warm blanket over his brain, and Urahara once laughed and said, “Ah, classic omega haze. You’re done for, Ichigo.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...tries not to look like he’s preening whenever you cuddle against him in front of others. He’ll fake-cough and look away like he’s embarrassed, but his hand always ends up curled around your waist.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gives you the most judgemental look when you wear someone else’s scent too long, like when Rangiku hugs you too tightly. “Seriously? She bathes in perfume. You smell like a bloody distillery now.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets tongue-tied whenever someone calls you his omega, even if it’s not official. He splutters, goes red, scratches the back of his neck.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...refuses to admit that your scent helps him sleep better. But the moment you leave his room for more than five minutes, he grumbles like a kicked dog until you come back.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets all fidgety and weird when you’re unwell. He’ll sit at the end of the bed pretending to scroll through his phone but he’s really just watching to make sure you don’t keel over. “Drink your water. I swear to god, if you don’t drink your water—”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...doesn’t care if anyone else calls him the strongest alpha. He only cares if you say it, even offhand. “You’re my favourite Alpha,” you once muttered while half-asleep, and he walked into a door ten seconds later because he was grinning too hard.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...never quite knows how to act around your family, because he wants to seem respectful, not too dominant, but also not too soft. You had to stop him from bowing twice the first time he met your mum.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...has no idea what to do when you cry, but his first instinct is to scent-mark you gently, wrap you in his arms and growl softly under his breath like some oversized cat until your tears slow down.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets adorably bashful when you call him cute. “I’m not cute, I’m an Alpha. I’m rugged and terrifying and—stop laughing, I am terrifying!”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...hates being sick around you because you immediately flip into omega caretaker mode and he becomes the most grouchy, resistant patient ever.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...becomes extremely conscious of his own scent when you cuddle into his side.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets caught staring at you with that look—equal parts protective, affectionate, and a bit dazed.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...can sense your mood shifts without even looking at you. You walked into the room once after a rough day, and before you said a word, he was already pulling your blanket off the couch and patting his lap.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...acts tough 24/7 until you’re the one who gets hurt, then it’s full panic mode.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...can’t resist nuzzling your scent gland when he’s tired, and if you giggle, he’ll play it off like you imagined it.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...sulks in the most dramatic fashion when he thinks he upset you. He won’t say anything, but you’ll find your favourite snack on your desk with a scribbled note that just says, “Didn’t mean it. Still mad?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...doesn’t like PDA but loses all shame the moment someone makes you uncomfortable. One time another alpha made an offhanded comment and Ichigo stepped in, wrapped an arm around your waist and said, dead serious, “She’s mine. You got two seconds to walk away or I’ll show you what mine means.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...isn't particularly touchy—except when he’s sleeping. Then suddenly, he’s draped over you like a weighted blanket and growling if anyone (even Kon) tries to get too close. “Mine,” he mumbles, half-asleep, and you’ve got to pry his leg off you if you want to get up.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...keeps pretending you’re ‘just friends’ while also casually introducing you to every important person in his life, like some kind of trial period for omega approval.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...acts like he doesn’t notice how much time he spends looking at you, touching you, orbiting you—but when someone calls him out, he just shrugs. “Yeah? So what. She’s mine to look at.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets protective over the weirdest things, like when someone made a joke about your handwriting and he snapped, “What the hell’s wrong with it? It’s cute. Looks like her.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...grumbles every time you call him over something trivial, but always shows up. You once called him at midnight because you thought you saw a spider, and even though he acted pissed, he still turned up with snacks. “Just in case. You looked traumatised last time.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...would never admit it out loud, but if you ever left his life, he’d absolutely fall apart. And the quiet truth of it seeps into the way he holds you, listens to you, and lets you curl into his side on bad days without a word, just that soft voice saying, “I got you. Always.”

NSFW Headcanons…

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...always tries to be a gentleman, but the moment your scent spikes, rich and slick with want, he turns feral in seconds, slamming you into the nearest surface with a deep, needy growl rumbling from his chest like thunder before a storm.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...pins your wrists over your head with one hand and uses the other to shove your legs open, breath trembling as he rasps, “You smell so fuckin’ ready for me. D’you even know what you’re doing to me, princess?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets overwhelmed by how slick you get for him—sticky thighs, glistening folds, your pussy already dripping and fluttering just from his scent pressing into your glands—he drops to his knees cause,“Gotta taste you first. Can’t—fuck, I need to taste you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...shoves his face between your legs like a starved man, tongue filthy and thorough, holding you open with his thumbs and licking up every drop of your arousal with slow, reverent groans.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...eats you out with messy, obscene slurps, nose nudging against your clit as he groans into your cunt like your taste alone could knock the fight out of him. You’re writhing, shaking, overstimulated—but he won’t stop until you scream his name.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...fists your hair and kisses you after, tongue pushing into your mouth to share your taste.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...teases the head of his thick cock along your soaked folds and snarls low in his throat when your hips buck, smearing slick all over his tip. “This little cunt’s desperate, huh? Cryin’ for me already. You want it? Say it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...watches your face the entire time he pushes in, those amber eyes dark with possessive lust as your walls stretch around his cock, inch by greedy inch. “There she is...takin’ it so well. You were made for me, y’know that?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...mutters the filthiest things in your ear while he pounds you into the mattress, hand on your lower back keeping your ass up, hips snapping hard and deep. “Listen to how wet you are for me. Fuck, you hear that? So sloppy. Bet no one’s ever split you open like this before.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...doesn’t give you a break once you cum. He keeps fucking you through it, holding you by the hips, groaning, “No no no, don’t run. Don’t you dare fuckin’ run. This cunt’s mine, and I’m not done.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...loves when you mark his scent gland mid-fuck, biting into his throat and moaning through your orgasm while he knots you tight, hips twitching, cock pumping thick Alpha cum straight into your womb.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...snarls through the knotting, his whole body shaking as he feels your cunt clamp around him like a vice. “That’s it. Fuckin’ take it. Knot’s goin’ in whether you like it or not, sweetheart.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets impossibly soft the moment his knot settles, all that aggression melting into possessive warmth as he kisses your hair, your neck, your cheeks. “Fuck, you okay? Didn’t mean to go that hard. Couldn’t help it...you make me lose it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...bites your gland slowly, deliberately, during a long rutting session. It’s not a bond mark yet—but it’s deep enough to bruise, deep enough to make your entire body scream with need.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...likes fucking you from behind, watching your back arch and ass bounce every time his cock slams in. He grabs your throat and leans in to whisper, “What was that? Can’t talk? Yeah, I thought so. I’ve got you fuckin’ dumb on dick, huh?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...growls every time you moan his name just right—low and gasping like you’re begging. It sends him straight into a rut-driven frenzy, hips slamming in so deep you feel it in your throat. “Say it again. Say my name, like that. Fuck—say it while I fill you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets addicted to making you cum over and over on his cock while your thighs shake and nails claw at him. He licks the tears from your cheeks and smirks.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...drags you into the shower after round three and ends up taking you again, one leg propped up on the bench while he pounds into you from behind, water pouring over your back.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...knots you while still standing, holding you up by your thighs as your back slams into the wall, your slick drooling down his balls and onto the tiles. “Fuckin’ hell. I’m not lettin’ this pussy go till it’s full.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...kisses you soft and slow while you’re plugged full of his knot, whispering, “You’re mine. Don’t want you lookin’ at anyone else, y’hear? This cunt, this body—it all belongs to me now.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...loves the mess after—his cum leaking out of you in thick white globs, smeared across your thighs, dripping onto the bed, his scent all over your skin and hair and sheets. He groans at the sight. “Fuck. Look at that. I bred you good, huh?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...has a breeding kink he won’t admit to out loud, but the second you grab his wrist and press his hand to your lower belly, whispering, “You gonna fuck a baby into me, Alpha?”—he’s slamming you onto your back with a feral growl and losing his entire mind.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...knows exactly how to overstimulate you, finger on your clit while he keeps thrusting through your third orgasm, soft voice teasing you as you whimper, “Thought you wanted this, sweetheart. Don’t cry now—take it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets possessive even when you're asleep, knot still plugged inside you, one arm slung across your waist, hips twitching with unconscious aftershocks. If you so much as shift, he growls and pulls you closer like a jealous dog.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...has a stupidly strong oral fixation, always dragging his tongue over your clit slowly, again and again until your thighs are trembling and your voice was breaking.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...gets dangerous when he ruts. His voice gets practically slurred with need as he pins you down and ruts into your swollen cunt like an animal.

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...wraps his fist in your hair, yanks your head back and growls right against your neck as he drives his cock home again and again. “Lemme hear you. Don’t you dare fuckin’ hold back. I wanna hear how good I’m stretchin’ you out.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...grins when your legs shake, when your voice cracks, when you scream his name and babble nonsense because your brain's all fucked out. “Yeah, that’s right. No one else gets to see you like this. This is my omega.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...knots you so deep your belly bulges slightly and you can feel every throb and twitch inside, your cunt locked up tight, stuffed full of Alpha heat. He smirks down at you, breathing hard. “Ain’t goin’ anywhere now. You’re fuckin’ stuck, baby.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...watches the cum drip out of you afterwards with his chin in his palm and a look of smug satisfaction. “Fuck...look at that mess. That’s mine. Gonna do it again in an hour.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Alpha!Ichigo who...never says the word mate unless it’s in bed—biting your throat, rutting hard into your overstimulated pussy, knot locking tight, and panting, “Gonna mate you proper. Gonna make sure you never want another cock again but mine.”

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[rawme-price]

Omegaverse with the 141 and captured!reader...HEAR ME OUT!!!

You get captured or whatever and through some means ur taken for interrogation (torture), right? Except ur damn strong and u would rather die than give anything that could hurt ur teammates. So they decide to get creative a take a knife to ur scent glands :]

Yes, its extensively painful and has u blacking out from the sheer agony, but even after ur rescued and healed everything is *wrong*. Ur scent is hardly there at all and when it is its bitter and fucked-up half the time. People dont know how to act around u bc scent is such an integral part of social situations and u just- dont have one anymore. Even a beta like price has a scent, but you dont.

You dont miss the way johnnys nose scrunched the way it always does when he tries to pick up a scent, only for him to frown at whatever he finds with you. Gaz makes to scent u properly but you flinch away, phantom pains shooting along you. He hadn't stopped like he usually would bc he literally couldn't smell ur scent telling him to back off.

You cant even fucking scent ur pack anymore. Sure, they can scent u all they want, drench u in it, but its not the same. Without ur scent mixing in its like ur not even a person, just another item. And it fucks with u, yknow? Pheromones are such an important part of emotional regulation that without them properly being produced u feel distant and lethargic near-constantly.

Its agony, and ur pack is suffering bc of it but there's nothing you can do. No fix. Maybe you should just leave, it not like ur really a part of the pack anymore anyways, right?

[chocobochaserstories]

Scent Dynamics

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

Omegas

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

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

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Betas

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

Alpha

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

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