#Alpha & Omega

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WOTN: Wild Sign by Patricia Briggs

Wild Sign: A Tale of Vengeance and Magic It’s time for us to sit down and talk about Wild Sign. Wild Sign is the sixth novel in Patricia Briggs’ Alpha & Omega series. It spun off from the Mercy Thompson series – a beloved werewolf and urban fantasy series. It’s hard to believe that Anna and Charles’ story has been going on for so long and that they keep finding themselves in the center of all…

[elgallinero]

Practice English

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[manuelamordhorst]

Montagsgedicht: Kathrin Schmidt

Alpha & Omega | Manuela Mordhorst | 70x70cm | 2012 | Acryl, Bergkristalle, Blattgold | SOLD mitotisch in der mitte treibt es mich auseinander, schnürt einen gürtel, teilt mich in nabelhöhe, macht die gewohnten vermehrungsrelikte entbehrlich. der zungenschlinge entrutscht auch das übliche zähneklappern, das nun an der wand seinen klang sucht, während die körperfragmente noch zueinander drängen.…

[nerdy-willowsthetic]

❛❛ can you play ken? ❜❜ | agent00

𝘤𝘸 ☆ 𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘣!𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 & 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘺/𝘯, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸/𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 "𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘦𝘵𝘤" 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 18+ 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘤 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 🤷🏾‍♀️.

𝘢/𝘯 ☆ 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘐𝘛𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴! 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯! 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺~ 😉

divider credit @omi-resources @cafekitsune @bernardsbendystraws (idk i forgot srry 😔)

— ୨୧₊˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄.

in the amp household, everyone is a alpha. everyone, except agent who is a omega.

omegas are stereotypically known as weak, submissive, innocent and small. clearly agent isn't any of those stereotypes.

he's still the same agent00 that everyone knows. and sure, someone in his twitch chat makes fun of him being the only omega in the amp crew but he never paid attention to them.

agent would try and find his mate ,but none of their pheromones would effect him so he never bothered him when the rest of crew would be doing their... "business" every six months.

another six months came, agent woke up usually late in the morning and did his morning routine, when it came time for the shower he noticed something was off.

his dick was harder than usual and leaking with pre‐cum. "what? is happening?" he muttered confusedly, he twisted the knob on the shower to hot and waited.

in the meantime he was on his phone and scrolling on social media full of memes, pictures of women and lastly his friends talking about spots that they're gonna hang out tonight. he scoffed and put his phone down and stepped into the shower.

he after letting the steaming water drip all over his body, the arousal feeling came back. agent grunted and closed his eyes as his hand slowly began to trail down to his erect penis and began to slowly stroke it.

the sound of the shower water muffled his moans and grunts as he continued to fix himself... if you know what i mean. "haaa...f-f-fuck!" he whined as a climax about to happen "fuck...FUCK–!" agent came all over his shower wall as he trembled and whimpered.

"haaa... has god answered my prayers?" agent internally thought to himself.

"oh agent~!" kai said peaking his head into his bathroom.

"what's up kai? what's the plan for today?" agent said even though he pretty much knew the answer.

"aight! listen, like usual we're gonna go out and hang with our girls and you my friend are coming with us!" kai said excitedly.

agent turned off the shower water and stepped out with a towel around his waist "kai..." agent said slightly annoyed.

"come one gang! this is one time opportunity! don't you wanna find your mate?" kai asked agent.

"of course man! but it's so hard! what women would date a male omega?"

kai leaned over to agent "just tryyyy" he whispered before the leaving bathroom.

agent just laughed to himself "i'll try...but if some cougar approaches me.. what's the worst that could happen?" agent said.

night came and the amp crew were outside hanging with their girls while agent stayed behind on his phone. not paying attention to anyone or anything.

"yo! agent! we're heading out for the rest of the night, you alright?" duke asked him.

"yeahhhhhhh...i'm kinda nervous about this..." agent said fidgety.

"listen, don't sit around and wait for someone to approach you and don't be a dork too!" duke said patting agent on the back before walking away.

"i-i'm not a dork!" agent said slightly embarrassed.

agent walked around the block before heading inside a small drugstore and grabbing some chips and drink,he then sat on the sidewalk and heard some commotion on the other side of the street.

"you lied to me! you said you were a alpha!"

"i-i-i am! i promise–ahh!"

agent stood up as the women fell onto a puddle and the guy was continued to yell at her "female alpha's are supposed to be strong,tall and pretty! and–and you can't be one of those thing's?! pitiful..absolutely–"

the girl kicked the man in the nuts and ran across the street bumping into agent "s–s–sorry!" she apologized dissapearing into the next street.

agent could feel her pheromones emitting from her body which made him..follow her. he turned on a corner street and could feel the atmosphere get intense.

"uhhhhh–" agent was standing at the next next to her but words couldn't form "a–a–are you okay?" he said sitting next to her.

she looked at up at him with teary-eyes "yeah...men, am i right? wait– your a men– man!" she groan and hid her face in embarrassment.

(y/n) was a female alpha which wasn't rare but like the omega stereotypical, alpha's are mature, strong, tall, attractive and possible rich.

"you.. you want some chips?" agent asked hand over this bag of chips towards (y/n).

and that's how it started! now you're probably waiting for the part where they do the chitty chitty bang bang! so...here you go!

after a year of getting to know each other (y/n) has decided that it was time, agent will be her mate.

she invited him over for a "chill" dinner night. she prepared her whole entire house for this special night and slipped into a deep red suggestive dress with black heels.

the air shifted which caught (y/n)' attention,her breathing quicken and her body trembled "h–h–he's here~!" she calmed herself down and began to walk towards the door.

on the other side of the door, agent could feel her pheromones getting stronger and stronger, his heart quickening and his body felt weaker.

"hi agent~" (y/n) softly spoke while eye–fucking agent. agent was standing at the entrance, dumbstruck at (y/n)'s appearance.

"y-you-you look amazing!" agent nervously stuttered.

"thank you baby! come in! foods gonna get cold!" (y/n) said walking into her home.

after a few minutes they both sat at the table across from each other, (y/n) sat down her utensil and looked at agent.

"baby...we've known each other for a while and.. i wanna do something new tonight" (y/n) suggested.

agent looked up at her with his eyes slightly wide like a baby deer which made (y/n)'s heart melt "hmm? what is it?" he asked nervously.

(y/n) playfully trailed the tip of her heel onto agents crotch and began to rub and squish his forming erection. agent grunted and closed his mouth trying not moan out loud.

then agent felt himself getting weak by the second. "pheromones..." he thought to himself.

"agent.. my sweet boy~" (y/n) got up from the table and walked towards her trembling mate "i think, it's time you became my mate." she leaned over towards him face to face.

agent was sweating and shyly covering his bulge as (y/n) stood over him, she lifted his face towards him there was small moment of silence before agent whimpered out "p-please?"

(y/n) giggled and before your know it agent slammed his lips against (y/n)'s. he picked her up and continued to kiss her passionately. (y/n) parted lips from him "someone is eager? aren't you boy~" she said running her fingers through his hair.

"please.. i-i want more..." agent whined while visibly flustered and dazed with lust.

(y/n) instructed agent towards her bedroom in which he gladly carried her towards but this is where the twist is. (y/n) slipped off her dress to reveal a lingerie set underneath "get your ass on the bed." she commanded him.

agent quickly climbed on the bed removing clothes and throwing them on the floor leaving himself in his boxers and erect penis.

(y/n) climbed on top of him, sending chills down her spine and agent placing his hands on her waist ready for her to ride him until he saw stars.

"look at me... you are my mate. got it?" (y/n) growled.

"y-yeah.. i do!" agent nervously stuttered.

(y/n) began to grind on agent's penis "really? because i don't think you do~" she continued to grind him.

agent began twitched as (y/n) grinded on him, his hands wrapped around her waist "i-i-i do...! trust me!" agent said whined.

"take off your boxers then and fuck me like you trust me." (y/n) commanded her submissive mate.

agent basically ripped off his boxers leaving him completely naked, (y/n) smiled in satisfaction as her mate was cumming already. she positioned her back onto him slowly allowing him to penetrate her.

"ahh–ahha–hhaaa..." agent said trembling how warm and soft (y/n) felt inside, he wrapped his arms around her waist and began to rail her. "(y-y-y-y/n)~! you feel so amazing~!" agent said throwing his head back in pleasure.

"i know baby... keep going.." (y/n) said digging her nails into agent chest while drove him more insane.

"haaa.. m–mommy–!" agent whimpered as he thrust himself into (y/n) "you're so pretty..." he said stroking her face.

(y/n) leaned over closer to agent "your doing such a good job agent~" she kisses him on the forehead.

agent shuddered "can–can i cum please?" he asked her with wide eyes.

"what's the magic word?" (y/n) said teasing him.

agent couldn't form a response as he was ready to cum,so (y/n) remove herself from him and laid beside him and began to jerk him off "what was that? i couldn't hear you~"

agent arched his back as (y/n) jerk him off "c‐c‐can i cum please–! ahh~!" he moaned out.

"please what?" (y/n) covered the tip of agents dick so he wouldn't cum but the poor boy was leaking like a broken pipe.

"m-m-m-mommy~!" agent whimpered loudly.

"good boy~!" (y/n) said letting agent cum. he came all over bed and floor before getting dizzy and blacking out.

(y/n) smiled and cuddled next to him "you are mine..forever and always..."

ִֶָ𓂃　࣪˖　ִֶָｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ　ｂｙ　ｗｉｌｌｏｗ．　་༘࿐

[lexirosewrites]

It's traditional for parents to keep their pup's stuffed animals after they stop using them or decide they don't want them anymore for whatever reason in case they present as an Omega later in life and crave those things for their nest. It's a bit like a hope chest but it's filled with baby blankets, stuffies, and one or two larger blankets for a future nest. If the pup presents as something other than an Omega it's up to them what happens with the trunk since they won't be building nests.

By the 80s it's become normalized for high-bred parents who give birth to a son to collect those things after a certain age and dispose of them as a kind of superstition/way to say, "we know our superior genes will give us a Male Alpha so we can just get rid of all this stuff." Steve's parents are of this variety and take all his nice, soft things away from him when he turns seven. Originally they planned to let him keep everything until he turned ten but they agreed their son was a little too attached to his stuffies and dollies for a future Alpha and took them away early. They tear apart his room, take anything soft and "omegan" out, cover the soft blue walls in wallpaper, and move him to a double bed with starchy cotton sheets.

Steve hates it. He hates the feeling of rough cotton on his skin, the stiff blue jeans his mom makes him wear, and the scratchy, too-tight polos. Every now and then, he sneaks a softer shirt into the fold, and those become his favorites. He feels wrong and it makes him quick to temper and roo wrung out for school.

When he presents as an Omega at 17 he has a terrible false heat that lasts for five days. First heats usually only last a day or two and aren't full blown, but Omegas also usually have their packs present and ready to supply them with their chests and make them feel comfortable and safe. It's usually a time when packs bond as they teach the Omega how to build their first nest. Robin comes early on day three after not hearing from Steve for 48 hours and helps him through the rest. She rushes home and takes a blanket out of her own nest and a couple others from the living room and helps Steve build a nest to his own liking and helps him eat and drink.

Afterward, Robin tries to insist that he take more from her nest but he refuses because he knows how important those things are to settling an Omega and Robin is a ball of nerves as is. She relents but makes him keep the blanket and comes by at least once a week to roll around in his blankets to keep her scent fresh.

Once the kids start handing out with Eddie in their freshman year, the Alpha takes advantage of his new proximity to Steve to finally pursue him. He's been half in love with Steve since before he even presented as an Omega and has just been waiting for an in that didn't make him look like every other desperate Alpha chasing his tail. The guys all say he has no chance and he's going to make a fool of himself and to be fair, he kind of does. He amps up the dramatics and makes a fool out of himself on the daily, showering Steve with praise and admiration every time they meet and it isn't long before Steve is falling for this goofy, kind Alpha who makes him laugh.

When Steve invites Eddie to see his nest for the first time, Eddie is heartbroken at the lack of Steve's presence in his own nest. He has the blanket from Robin and a couple he bought after he presented but that's about it. Steve explains what his parents did and Eddie is so fucking mad and tells Steve so, but he lets his Omega pull him into the barren nest and scent him until they fall asleep.

Eddie wakes up early the next morning and sneaks out of bed and heads for the trailer. When he gets back to the Harrington house Steve is still asleep, so Eddie wakes him up with soft touches and light kisses all over his cheeks.

Eddie presented early due to stress at the age of 12 right before he moved in with Wayne. It's what ultimately got him removed from his Father's care. But the one thing Al Munson never got to touch was Eddie's presentation chest, which his mom had made sure to stash with Wayne before she died. When Wayne reunited him with his chest that first day at the trailer, he made sure to tell Eddie that he wouldn't think less of him, think him any less of an Alpha, if he decided to keep it, and so he did.

Eddie tells him that he knows it's not the same, but if Steve would like to have the contents of his presentation chest then Eddie would be more than happy to give it to him. Steve gladly accepts, crying tears of love into his Alpha's neck.

They spend the rest of the morning rearranging Steve's nest to include Eddie's favorite childhood toys and blankets, both of them relishing in the scent of home.

stopppp this is too sweet🥺😭

[scoops-aboy86]

Omega Eddie Munson who is not very "traditionally omegan" at all. He's loud and brash and hauls his own amps around as needed, doesn't particularly enjoy people trying to do things for him. Maybe it's because he lost his mother so young, or because he was mostly raised by his Uncle Wayne, a beta.

He also has no interest whatsoever in being pupped and, inevitably, at one point or another, everyone he knows tries to talk to him about it. Sometimes they wax poetic about the wonders of pregnancy and the miracle of birth; sometimes they very understandingly ask if he's ever thought about studding, thinking that because he doesn't seem very omega he would be more comfortable as an alpha instead. The latter are the people he really goes off on if they keep pushing it, because wtf? Just because his wants in life don't conform to their expectations, that means he should make massive and expensive changes his very biology just to fit into the box that's "supposed" to not want to be pregnant? When he just told them that he doesn't want to do that?

Because the thing is, Eddie is completely fine being an omega. Yeah he likes hard music, but he also enjoys soft things and took to nesting as soon as he presented like a fish to water. It's not that he doesn't want to be a parent, he just doesn't have the built in breeding kink that everyone and their mother seems to have in this genre of fanfic.

And then there's Steve, with his dream of an RV and a partner and six little nuggets. Who gets a little bright eyed whenever he sees a baby or a pregnant person, because he's always wanted his own to dote on. None of this is a secret; he's always been known as a hopeless romantic with desperate dreams of fatherhood.

Naturally, everyone is surprised when Steve and Eddie get together, because... pups? No pups? It just seems like one of them is going to end up unhappy.

But honestly? They talk about it, and Eddie confesses that he's always kind of wanted to adopt, the way Wayne took him in when his mom died and his dad went to jail. To take a kid who was dealt a shitty hand in life and give them all the extra cards they need to make it work anyway. And Steve, whose alpha/alpha parents had only had a kid because everyone else was doing it, part of the whole American Dream package deal etc., lights up because... yeah, he would love to keep some kid(s) from having to grow up like he did, never quite paid attention to or loved the way he needed.

They court and mate, all while Eddie stays on birth control and takes Plan B after his heats, and they apply to adopt. They end up chosen by a teenage beta girl who got oops pregnant, and Steve is over the moon having someone to take care of through a pregnancy, ferrying her around to all her doctor appointments and everything. Eddie loves that part of it too, so it's something he and Steve get to do ❤️together❤️ and they're so. Very. Excited to be parents.

[dirtyvulture]

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by 🦥 anon: What about alpha!Nat who is anatomically female so she can't knot or mate with omega!Reader like Alpha!g!pNat can so she has her best pal beta!Bruce or alpha!Tony invent a knotting strap on 🫣 now alpha!Nat can Knott her little omega anytime she pleases. Bonus if omega!Wanda enchants the strap so alpha!nat can actually feel it 🤤

-🦥

AN: This was a good one. Thanks, 🦥!

"What's wrong, Nat?" you ask when you feel your alpha's arm squeeze your torso tighter than normal. She exhales into your hair, and you know it's not from exhaustion from your earlier activities, but frustration.

"Um, nothing," Natasha says, that is obviously a lie, but if she won't tell you what's on her mind, you won't push it.

"Okay, well, good night," you respond, cringing at the awkwardness but not wanting to dwell on it.

While you fall asleep in record time, Natasha lies awake, holding you tightly as she stares at the back of your head. The thought that she can' t be a proper alpha to you, simply because she is not equipped with the right body parts, is infuriating and saddening to her. Not that you had ever complained once or saw her as any less than the male alphas, but Natasha had an internal struggle every time you begged to be knotted and she simply...couldn't.

She didn't know what to do, but she had thought about enlisting the help of some of her colleagues. As awkward as the request would be, maybe it would help her self-esteem and you would be so pleased with the result.

So the next morning, Natasha goes off to have the most awkward conversation of her life with Tony Stark.

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Natasha is practically vibrating with excitement as she carries you to your bedroom. Even you can sense her amped up emotions as you wrap your arms around her, kissing her hard and sloppily.

"Are you okay, babe?" you ask, breaking away for a breath while pulling your clothes off at the same time.

"Yeah, I'm just happy I get to be with you," she says, taking off her shirt, then her sweatpants. When she drops her pants, you gasp at the sight of her new strap. The color matches her skin tone exactly, almost looking like an actual extension of her body and you can't help but lick your lips at the thought of it being inside of you. It's a little smaller than the one she normally uses, but thicker to make up for it. Your core aches around nothing.

"Like what you see, baby?" Natasha says, grasping her cock and stroking it. "I had it specially made..." She debates on whether or not to tell you the truth of the toy's origins, but feels like it might ruin the mood now.

"It looks so good on you," you pant, hooking your hands around her thighs and pulling her onto the bed with you.

"It'll look better inside you," Natasha responds with a smirk, trying to contain a moan when her hand reaches her tip. It was a little strange and first to be able to "feel" with the faux cock, but now she's eager to stick it inside of you and experience you in a way she never has before.

As Natasha hovers over you, you instinctively reach for her cock and she gasps so loud when you touch it, you recoil your hand as if you've hurt her.

"Nat?" you ask.

"No, it's okay, baby. Touch me again," Natasha says, and you wrap your hand around her cock, causing her whole body to shudder. "I can feel it," she admits, dropping her head to press her forehead against yours. "I'll finally be able to feel you, baby. And properly knot you."

A thousand thoughts of curiosity fill your head, like where in the world she managed to get a strap like this, but now your only concern is getting her inside you. Although Natasha had never disappointed you in bed, your heart rate skyrockets at the thought of her getting to feel you and knot you. It seemed almost too good to even be real.

"Does this feel good?" you ask, jerking her cock off a little awkwardly, mostly because you don't have much experience. Maybe that would change soon.

"Yes," she whispers, her hips moving jerkily every time your thumb swipes over the tip of her cock. "Keep going, baby."

Even though you're stroking a silicone toy, you swear it feels like it's throbbing in your hand. Maybe it wasn't such a gimmick after all.

"Okay, stop, stop," Natasha says suddenly, afraid she's going to burst. She swats your hand away, her stomach clenching almost uncomfortably to hold herself back. She pushes you to lay down fully, carefully positioning her cock at your entrance. "Ready, baby?"

"I need you, Nat," you whine. "I need my alpha."

Natasha holds her breath as she slides into you with ease, almost collapsing on your chest when your hot walls wrap around her, holding her in a tight grip like she's never been before. "Oh, God. Oh fuck, Y/N..."

It feels different having her inside of you like this, almost like you can feel her throbbing.

"I want you to knot me, Nat," you beg, reaching up to lock your hands around her back to hold her close.

"I will, baby. Hold on." Natasha starts jerking her hips in broad strokes, obsessed with the way you clench and squeeze around her. She pushes in until she can't see any of her cock anymore, but the subtle bulge of your stomach, and the fire of arousal burns through her veins. She leans over to lick and nip at the mating mark on your neck, slamming into you with powerful thrusts.

You moan at the sensation of being filled so deeply, Natasha soothing the ache of emptiness in your loins with each thrust.

"Knot me, Nat, please," you whimper, scratching down her back. You can sense her desperation and need, feel her desire as she twitches inside of you, her size seemingly growing as the knot at the base of her cock starts to inflate.

You can't believe this is about to happen, as Natasha grunts and groans into your ear, promising to fill you with her pups and knot you properly for the first time in your life. You're awash with bliss as she thrusts into you strongly, holding you down as her body starts to tremble as she empties her seed into you. There is an almost painful stretch in your core and you look down to see the base of her cock fit snugly into your pussy, preventing any of her cum from spilling out of you like it normally does.

The pressure in your stomach is too much and you are too aroused to hold back anymore, tipping your head back into the pillows and moaning as you gush around her cock. It feels like a lifetime of pure ecstasy as you lay there, Natasha fully connected with you. You don't ever want it to end.

"My perfect omega," Natasha whispers, stroking your hair as she tries to calm down from her own high. "I love you so much." Today was a complete success in her book, and she can't wait to knot you over and over again in the future.

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[devil-in-hiding]

Omega reader who convinces herself that 141 aren't reciprocating her affections because they're all together... at the moment it's because each of them see that another fancies her and so backs off so they don't get alpha beef.

This eventually leads to a drunk soap telling Kyle that he better move his ass and woo the girlie because if he dosent then soap will for him. This leads Kyle to say he thought Simon liked her- then Simon to say he thought john liked her- then john to say he thought soap liked her. In the end they decide to save the conversation for tomorow when their sober but you enter off your tits with an empty bottle and fall onto the sofa across john and Kyle's laps and start crying and angrily raving that you can't understand why none of them wanna fuck you.

"Your all so fucking hot!" You whine, hiding your face in Kyle's stomach. "'S not fair! Get fucking ugly or get fucking me god damn it!"

-👠

oh my god 😭😭 this is my favorite type of miscommunication! the four of them knowing their lovers want reader so just politely taking a step back even though they’re all literally doing the same exact thing so it makes them all distance themselves

and pretty omega!reader is just >:( “i amp my scent up and you all do nothing! nothing! i! want! alphas!”

[ere-the-sun-rises]

We all love a good "Kryptonians with A/B/O/ Dynamics" AU

Especially when it's just the Kryptonians, right? What if we threw a little genderbend in there, just for fun? Just hear me out and try to see my vision.

SuperBat, fem!Bruce/Bryce, omega!Clark

When they got together, Clark was nervous about telling Bryce the full scope of his dynamic. She knew, obviously (someone has to schedule his heat leave and she was the most clinical and least embarrassing about it), but hadn't pushed for more details than were mission-relevant. Lois hadn't made any fuss about it when they were together, but hadn't done more than watch over him during his heat ("I don't have the equipment you're looking for, Smallville."). So when he gets with Bryce, he expects something similar. Sure, Bryce is bisexual and has worked her way through a decent chunk of the Karma Sutra, but he kind of assumed she'd act like Lois - fussing over him and making sure he was okay. Maybe having his heat in Gotham would even help, since he wouldn't be so amped up on sunlight or have to worry about making noise.

He was not expecting her expression to darken with an evil cheshire grin.

"Be here the night before your heat starts." She purred, raking her nails over his sensitive scalp. She ran her teeth over the edge of his ear, making him shiver. "Let your alpha take care of you, hmm?"

Bryce wasn't an alpha. Humans don't have dynamics. He helplessly nodded anyway. Like a good boy, he showed up on time the next week when his heat was blooming and Bryce directed him to take a nap in her Red Sun room (because of course she has one) before dinner. The time isn't enough to strip him of his powers completely or make him feel weak, but he's ... smaller. Everything is less immediate and he has to concentrate more to use things like his superhearing.

After dinner, Bryce takes him upstairs and instructs him to strip down while she goes into her closet to "get ready". Half nervous and half excited, he does so and sits on the edge of the bed, idly looking around her room.

Suddenly, she's behind him, callused hands scraping over his skin and inky black hair spilling over their shoulders. She tipped his head back so he would be looking up at her and subsequently reminded that she's actually a handful of inches taller than he is. Her smirk was lecherous. "There you are, pretty omega. Were you good, waiting for me?"

Every instinct in his body lights up at once and he melts into a goo puddle right there in her arms. Her smirk widens like she knows what she's doing to him, as if she can smell him the way he smells her.

She plays with him, gets him all desperate and begging and it's only once he's presenting that he feels something press against his hole and realizes what the weird black underwear she had on was a harness. For the knotting dildo she has on.

Bryce proceeds to peg him within an inch of his life, praising him and tugging on his hair, biting at his neck and plastering herself over his back like a protective shell that makes his instincts sing in a way they never have before. Best of all, when he's knotted up good, she just unhooks the dildo and slides around, cuddling him face to face.

[elgallinero]

Practice English

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[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

alpha Eddie playing the guitar so loud to the point that his amp normally makes half the trailer vibrate. When omega Steve finds himself in the room, forced to put on ear protection because “the louder I play the better it sounds, but I don’t want to make you deaf Stevie.” It’s pretty much his way of playing his music the way he wants while accommodating Steve. Though Eddie is so used to how much his room vibrates that he barely reacts when it starts. Steve on the other hand has to cross his legs as the amp is sitting right next to the bed and pretty much making the bed vibrate intensely. Eddie only stops when he smells Steve, who is completely embarrassed. Though it does end up with Eddie placing his amp on the bed for better vibrations and he’ll never be more proud then when he makes Steve cum with the talent of his fingers but never touching him.

When Eddie goes off on tour for the first time he decides to buy himself a new amp. Though before leaving he has Steve sit on it and marinate it with good luck a few times.

Happy pheromone Friday 😉I did post this a bit earlier in a community and after much thought this is the post I want to kick my first pheromone Friday with. If you want to participate here’s my ask box send away! (I haven’t gotten any yet, but if I don’t i’ll post another Drabble I’ve written :)

[haven-lf]

Heated (Part 1)

Alpha Claggor x Omega Reader, rated E (explicit)

Part 2

Part 3

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Full work on AO3 ❤️

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I know Claggor senses it from the way his body goes rigid. I feel the heat rolling off me in waves, my scent suffusing the air around us. But Powder and Mylo, both betas, don't have the receptors to pick up on it. Really, they're lucky.

I slide into the booth beside Claggor, already involving myself in the conversation at the table.

“They keep wanting add-ons,” Powder is saying, resting her chin in one hand as she stirs her drink with the other. The metal straw clinks rhythmically against the glass. “I told Gert there's only so much I can do.” She puffs her cheeks out, ignoring the way Mylo perks up at the name. “We maxed everything out.”

“What sorts of mods do they want?” I ask. “Maybe I could figure something out.” It's only half true right now because I can feel the daze creeping in from the corners of my mind. I slip my hand into Claggor's, squeezing meaningfully. I see his head turn in my peripheral vision, and I can feel his eyes on me.

“Oh, Shay wants chem amps for her drumset,” Powder says flippantly. “I told her the stuff's loud enough already, but she said she wants the drummer equivalent of a drive pedal.”

“You sure she doesn't just want, like… the glowing lights?” I suggest. Chem mods not only changed the sound but also the aesthetic of the instruments. “Cuz it's not like—”

I stop mid-sentence, hit with a wave of vertigo. I have to close my eyes against my swimming vision.

“Whoa, Y/N, are you good?” Mylo's voice reaches me through the haze. I keep my eyes shut tight, feeling the world spin. I grip Claggor’s hand tighter as I feel a fluttering in my lower belly.

Then I’m being pulled in against him, tucked under his chin. I almost whine aloud at the contact, nuzzling my face into his neck and chest, taking in deep lungfuls of his scent. Cinnamon, flowers, earth, alpha.

My alpha.

“Claggor,” I whisper, feeling feverish. He’s nuzzling me in return, scenting me.

“Uhh….” Mylo sounds confused across the table. Not that I care. “Seriously, are you okay?”

“She’s fine,” says Claggor, his deep voice vibrating in his chest. “Just… not feeling well.”

I don’t have the energy to respond. I can barely pay attention to my surroundings.

“You should take her home,” Powder says, and I can tell she understands. “She’s…. She needs rest.”

I hum in agreement, squirming against Claggor as the heat threatens to bring a flush to my face. It only started thirty minutes ago! And I'm already losing my senses to my heat. Dimly, I realize he must be triggering it somehow—or at least exacerbating it. Or maybe I'm making it worse by being so close to him, breathing in his scent. But I don't care. He's intoxicating.

Claggor gently nudges me, so I reluctantly pull away from him to get out of the booth. My knees feel weak, but at least I can stand and walk. He places one hand on my back as we leave the bar and head out into the street.

On the walk to my place, we’re constantly touching, whether it’s his hand on my back or my arm around his waist. In a few minutes, we’re in my apartment building. As we climb the stairs to my floor, his scent sharpens into something hotter. Almost entirely cinnamon, no fresh flowers or earth. My fangs descend, and when I meet his burning gaze, his grey irises are thin rings around his dilated pupils.

I nearly drop my keys in my rush to get inside. He’s holding me from behind as I unlock the door, scenting me right here in the hallway. I’m sure everyone on my floor can smell us right now, but I don’t care. The pheromones will be blocked by my door and carried away by the specialty vents once we get inside.

Speaking of: the door finally unlocks. I sigh in relief, and we’ve barely made it over the threshold before I slam the door and press Claggor up against it. He has the presence of mind to turn the deadbolt, and then he’s kissing me.

It’s as though he’s a drowning man and I’m his last hope of oxygen. The kiss is hot and messy and wonderful. I pull his lower lip between my teeth, biting gently, and he groans into my mouth. The air is clouded with cinnamon, sugar, and sex—our scents mixing together into a rich aphrodisiac.

Somehow, we end up in my bedroom, and we’re stripping off each other’s clothes between kisses. My wetness is obvious now as he teases one finger against my underwear, and he huffs out a breath. “Fuck.”

[the-angst-chronicles-fanworks]

Steve Harrington, when he was a kid, was always told off by his parents for being a bad Alpha - too kind, caring, nurturing, soft.

So he learned to hide that part of himself away, to only show the parts that were “good Alpha”. After all, he was also confident and charismatic, he was competitive, others flocked to him, he easily took charge and he was naturally protective.

But it felt hollow, empty, because he was still hiding away such a big part of himself. Unconsciously, he amped up what was allowed, to fill the holes of what wasn’t allowed. Confidence became cockiness, competition became aggression, taking charge became domineering, and before he knew it, he was in over his head at the top of the social food chain with a vicious pair of Alphas by his side.

But his parents approved, and Carol and Tommy praised him, and he felt accepted by them, even if it came with the unease of knowing that it wasn’t all of him that they accepted.

And then came Nancy. With Nancy he was allowed to be soft, kind. And though Tommy and Carol mocked her uptight personality and nerdy ways, they didn’t turn on him for his softness with her.

So Steve found the one place an Alpha was allowed to be gentle and caring - with a prospective mate. And finally, allowed to express all of himself, he could scale back the overcompensation in other areas. He finally felt balanced, whole, even if the times where he was allowed to be his authentic self were relegated to when he was with Nancy. It was the most he’d ever had, and he was the happiest he’d ever been.

Then it all fell apart. The world ripped apart and took away Nancy, his relationship, his happiness with it. Steve was left reeling, grieving his relationship, his love, his safe space.

Faced again with the expectation of only showing strength, assertiveness, leadership, and never sweetness, caring, or kindness, Steve felt lost. He needed to get his relationship back if he was to have any hope of being happy.

That plan also went to shit, and suddenly Steve found himself in charge of a pack of pups. And protecting them felt good, but afterwards Steve also felt the urge to care for them. And to his surprise, they let him. They didn’t tell him off for acting like an omega, not even Nancys little brother.

Back at school, Steve felt like he’d been thrown into cold water. He was disillusioned with the social role he played, with the emptiness he felt in his life after the joy and affirmation of his relationship and then the same given to him from the pups. The acceptance he got from his parents and friends now rang hollow, empty.

And for the first time, he started to think that maybe it was all bullshit. Maybe his parents’ idea of what made a ‘good Alpha’ was bullshit, what his peers thought was acceptable Alpha behaviour was bullshit, the idea that he could only truly be himself with his mate was bullshit.

Steve decided he needed a different perspective. So one day, he wanted confidently into the cafeteria and sat himself down at the table of the one person that was scorned and derided by the entire school, most of the town even, for his refusal to play along with the bullshit. The one he has spent the past few years hearing Tommy and Carol, and others, deriding as a ‘bad Omega’. Eddie Munson.

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Eddie Munson had never been a ‘good Omega’. He was too brash, too bold, loud, annoying, and confrontational. That on top of being ‘low-class trailer trash’… well, he never stood a chance.

When he was younger, it hurt. Never being enough, never measuring up. Not to his parents, not to his peers, not to strangers he met in the street.

Every thing wrong with him was met with derision, and every glimpse of what the world deemed he should be was held against him.

Eventually, Eddie learnt to protect himself, to lean into his “freak” persona. If they were going to reject him anyway, better it be on his terms, because he only presented a self that went against the grain and demanded to be rejected.

So Eddie put away his softer sides, the sweetness and nurturing, anything that society said an Omega should be, and leaned harder into his louder, brusquer, more combative side.

It helped, facing the rejection from the town and knowing that of course they would respond that way to him - it was only to be expected. But it was still hard, not being able to fully be himself. It would bleed out sometimes, leaving him feeling raw and exposed.

He channeled it the best way he knew how. His impulses to nurture and care were turned to leading and protecting instead. Not the same, not giving him everything he needed, but giving him enough to scrape by.

Still, he didn’t feel fulfilled, didn’t feel real, and it chafed. He grew bitter, more combative, particularly toward those that could seamlessly fit into the role deemed for them. It wasn’t fair that some were rewarded simply for existing while he and his ilk were scorned for the very same, and he made sure everyone knew it.

He’d kind of figured he was screaming to the void, until one day the unthinkable happened. Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High and Alpha of Alphas, sat down at his lunch table and said “So…what’s this about forced conformity?”

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And then Eddie helps Steve become more comfortable with the ‘nonconforming’ parts of himself, and Steve helps Eddie accept the more ‘conforming’ parts of himself, and they fall in love kiss kiss the end

[evereverest2]

Roses — Terzomega

~part five of the Little Monster Series~

2.4k words ~ (light) smut

Days after his last encounter with Terzo, Omega finds himself in the ministry garden.

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[author note:] early upload because the last part reached my goal of 50 likes! thank u everyone. for an early upload of part 6, get this one to 100 likes (i made it harder). otherwise, see you next wednesday ;)

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“You need to get laid.”

The snickering jab came from Earth, who sizzled his cymbal for effect. Air laughed.

Omega’s tail flicked angrily. Having been warming up, he continued to practice with an edge of frustration, not giving Earth a reaction. His fingers climbed the guitar’s neck, quick as lightning, turning into an angry, shrill chromatic scale that left the guitar screaming its highest note through the crackling amp.

“He’s been so uptight,” River sighed, plucking a dark note from his bass.

“Ignoring us,” Air added with a random piano riff. “Too busy to say hi.”

“I’m right here,” Omega snapped. The four ghouls looked up from their instruments. The sound-proof practice room filled with dead air.

It was Alpha who finally spoke up. “You gotta admit it’s been a while, Megs.”

“Since what?”

“Since you got laid,” Earth interjected, hitting his bass drum a few times to punctuate his statement. 

River and Air burst into childish giggles. Omega’s brow furrowed with annoyance. Alpha laughed, a carefree sound, before shaking his head. “Nah. I mean, maybe, but nah. It’s you, man. When’s the last time we all hung out?”

“Last week,” Omega replied tersely.

“That was practice,” River said in his sullen voice. “You hardly spoke at all.”

“Yeah, like, really hung out. We used to do it all the time, right?” Alpha looked around at the other ghouls. There was a chorus of agreement.

“Why are we even practicing?” Omega huffed, suddenly frustrated. “There’s no new music and no tour date scheduled yet.”

More silence. Finally, Alpha said, “I mean, besides the obvious to keep ourselves fresh, it’s the only time we ever see you.”

“I’m busy.”

“We know, Megs. It’s not fair they make you do all that shit.”

“That’s why you gotta do your own shit, right?” Earth was relentless, laughing boisterously.

Air tilted his head, smiling suggestively. “If you need your dick sucked, you know I’m happy to do it.”

“We all want to suck your dick, Omega,” River sighed.

Omega, fed up, threw his guitar on the ground. The amp made a painful shriek that made everyone except Omega flinch.

“Megs–” Alpha tried.

Omega snarled at him, snapping his teeth. They locked eyes for a moment. Fiery red glaring into lightning purple. He growled, “We’re done here.”

He stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Every Sibling unlucky enough to see his terrifying rampage turned the other way, disappearing inside doorways, avoiding his path. There was no destination to his rageful stalking, his pacing of the Ministry. He just wanted to clear his head, to get away from the ghouls, to take one single moment of the day to himself, to think. 

At an intersection between halls, he felt a breeze gently blowing down an empty corridor, one that led to a glass door cracked open by a rock. The garden. The air was cool against his heated disposition. Refreshing. Inviting.

Omega detoured down the hall, slipping outside and carefully ensuring the door remained open. It automatically locked, and the only way to get back inside was to walk around the expansive compound through the front door.

The sky was cloudy blue, overcast but not quite raining. It was warm enough to be comfortable with a coat, though the breeze was cold and light, giving Omega goosebumps. He took deep breaths, smelling the air, calming himself. 

The plants around him were dying in the early fall, some still green, others withering away. The one plant that stood against the seasons was a dark red rose bush, though little remained of the blooms. He noticed, on the pathway, a handful of rose petals, which were bigger than any of the current flowers growing on the bush. Confused, he looked around, seeing another one further down the path. 

He walked forward, stepping around a hedge to see the very rose he had been searching for, clutched in the hands of the last man in the Ministry he wanted to see.

Cardinal Terzo was sat on an ornate concrete bench, looking down and spinning the thorny rose between his fingers. The bench was in a small clearing that looked over a garden of dead flowers, the back surrounded by hedges to create an apse in the walkway. Omega knew it was Primo’s favorite spot, and it surprised him that the old man was not there instead of Terzo. Of course, it was too cold to tend to the fauna in early autumn.

Terzo looked up at the intrusion. He looked sad. Not miserable, not pitiful, but simply sad. Then, he smiled at Omega. His frustration disappeared in an instant, leaving room to sense Terzo’s state of mind. Indeed, he was sad, mourning, his mind mulling over something in particular. But it was not all-consuming. There was a spark of happiness, and it came from seeing Omega.

“Hello, Omega ghoul. Care to join me?”

Omega hesitated. Suddenly, he felt as if he should not be there, and looked away. Terzo said, “Do not be frightened, ghoul. I do not bite.”

Omega relented, shuffling over to the bench and sitting on the edge. He stared at the collection of browning and dead flowers, wondering why Terzo was so welcoming of his presence. Since their tepid encounter days ago, they had yet to even see one another, let alone resolve the tension between them. 

“I was surprised to see this rose today,” Terzo said, breaking the silence. “The bush looks dead. Look how big and red it is.”

He held up the rose. Omega regarded it. 

“It’s dead now,” he pointed out.

“It was soon to die anyway.” Terzo held it to his nose, smelling it deeply. “Roses were mi mamma’s favorite. That is not a very uncommon favorite, is it?”

Omega shook his head.

“Many people love this flower. Yet I can only think of mamma when I see it. No one else will think of that, si? It is mi mamma’s flower. To you, you may look at this flower and think nothing of it. To me, mamma is what makes roses special.”

Omega’s tail flicked back and forth on the bench contentedly. He nodded along to Terzo’s musings. Surprisingly, this gentle atmosphere was soothing him from his outburst at the ghouls, and finally, he could calm down. 

“Is that why you’re out here?”

Terzo nodded. “Two years ago yesterday, I buried mi mamma with roses. I was hoping there would be one left in the garden.”

Omega thought to say something. To give his condolences, to ask how she died, to ask how he was doing, any number of things. Instead, he choked. And before he could think of anything of comfort, Terzo spoke again.

“What brings you to this garden, Omega ghoul?”

Relieved for the topic change, Omega sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing important. I’m taking a break.”

“From?”

“From… everything,” he chuckled slightly. “I’m exhausted.”

“Ah. It is hard, si? They say, eh, you work for Satan, then they say, eh, you must do all these things. It is like a business, not a church. Why, we are no better than the Catholics.”

Omega looked at Terzo, surprised. Though Omega may not have fully acknowledged them before, Terzo had just voiced the very feelings that he had been plagued by for far too long.

“Yeah,” he sighed, then laughed despite himself. “That’s it. I’m the only quintessence ghoul, and they give me too many responsibilities. Trivial, meaningless things anyone could handle, all because of my element.”

“You delegate then, si?” Terzo began pointing at invisible people. “You do this, and you do this. Lower your stress.”

“I don’t have the authority to do that.” Omega sighed.

“They expect too much out of you. They always do.”

Omega looked at Terzo, slowly plucking the petals from the rose. They naturally fell silent, both watching as dark petals drifted to the ground until the rose stem was barren.

“Now I have really killed it,” Terzo said, dropping the stem. He pushed his hair back, sitting up. “I can never help myself from ruining nice things.”

“It’s not always your fault.” Omega leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “That rose was dead anyway.”

“Si. But how much longer could it have lived?”

“Maybe it would have died today.”

“Or maybe it would have lived through winter,” Terzo chuckled. “But it does not matter. You cannot bring back a dead rose.”

Omega stared at Terzo. After a moment, Terzo noticed, catching his eye. Omega swallowed thickly, looking down at the remnants of the flower, breaking their eye contact.

“Maybe we can.”

“Hm?”

Omega rubbed his hands together a few times, his fingers suddenly feeling cold with the breeze. He chastised himself for feeling so nervous. He looked at Terzo again.

The words escaped his mind like air from a deflating balloon. All that was left was his eyes, rimmed by black, always seeing through him, piercing him like arrows. And his lips. One plump pink, one black. An unsettling appearance, but one that Omega had grown to long for. 

Terzo reached up to take off Omega’s mask. He let him.

There was no telling who leaned in first, who initiated the kiss that followed. Only that there was one. One that both had been craving for some time. And it was unlike any they had shared before; indeed, for they had rarely kissed at all. When they did, it was rough, nasty, followed by choking or spitting or both. Never for the sake of being kissed but for the heat of dark passion. But on this concrete bench in the Ministry garden, Omega felt the gentle nature of this kiss, and it scared him. This was not how they were. This was not hatred. This was not lust.

Omega pulled away first. 

Terzo said, “Omega—”

“I want to revisit our agreement,” Omega interrupted, clearing his throat, too terrified of what Terzo would say to let him finish.

Terzo paused. “You want to fuck me again, mostriciatto?” 

Omega gripped the edge of the bench, annoyed at how he always said things like that just to make him mad. “Yes,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Why did we stop before?”

“It…” Caught off guard, Omega failed to answer right away, his mouth agape like a fool, hesitating. “Your drinking.”

“Eh, you catch me after a party, and you think I drink too much? I do not drink today, do I?”

“You always did when we had sex.”

Now, it was Terzo’s turn to be caught off guard. He shook his head, shrugging. “Wine makes me horny.”

“If we continue doing this, I don’t want you to drink all the time. It increases the risk of getting caught,” he added quickly.

“Fine.” He held up his hands. “I will be responsible. I won’t quit cold poultry, but I will do my best. Happy?”

Being happy was a complicated feat. Omega was surprised at how happy he was at that moment, yet what lingered in the back of his mind was far from the excitement he felt now. It made him want to quell the happiness, chalk it up to being horny, and forget the ways Terzo’s smile made him feel.

Omega nodded slowly. Terzo reached up to touch his face.

“Shall we reinstate the agreement now or later?”

Omega pointedly avoided turning his head to Terzo’s touch, glaring at a dead leaf across the garden instead. “I’m busy until evening.”

Terzo tutted. He got up to stand in front of him, casually running his arms along his shoulders. He leaned over to kiss his jaw. He murmured lowly, “As I recall, you still have one more hour of practice.”

Omega wondered when Terzo found out his schedule, or when he became such a convincing man.

He tilted his head to meet Terzo’s, reuniting once more in a salacious lip lock. His arms slipped around his waist, pressing their bodies close, Terzo now standing between his legs. His hands ran along Omega’s back, lightly scratching, slipping up to tangle his fingers in Omega’s hair. Omega gripped his ass with his big hands, slipping one down his pants just to feel the flesh. Terzo released a gentle groan.

Omega suddenly lifted Terzo, then carefully set him on the concrete bench, lying down. He knelt over him, one leg on the ground to balance, kissing fiercely. Terzo held on to him, still playing with his hair and face with his fingers, splitting his legs apart greedily. Omega slid his hand down his chest, stomach, resting comfortably on the curve of his bulge. He thumbed the length of it, tight in his pants, making him moan lightly.

Then Omega heard something, which made him stop dead in his tracks. The crunch of a dead leaf. He raised his head, his eyes darting around them.

“Mostriciatto—”

Omega shushed him. He walked away from the bench, checking the path that led to the door. Not a soul in sight. The door was still ajar. Omega returned to Terzo.

“I thought I heard someone,” he said, tense.

“There is nobody around, ghoul; you worry too much.”

Omega looked at Terzo, who was disheveled and clearly begging for more. As much as he wanted to relent, to give in to his feral desire to rip into him in the garden, he was too concerned with getting caught, and the moment had passed.

“It’s too risky out here.” Omega pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know why we didn’t think about this.”

“We are horny,” Terzo said helpfully.

Omega sighed. “I should get back to work.”

“You have always been a cockblock, ghoul,” Terzo mumbled bitterly, standing to readjust his pants and fix his hair.

Omega glowered at him. “You think I’m not frustrated?”

“I hope you are,” Terzo grinned. “Then you will treat me not-so-nice later tonight.”

Omega crossed his arms. “I’ll be at your quarters when I’m finished.”

“Oh, Omega, do not finish before you see me. It will not be as fun,” Terzo winked at him. He slapped Omega’s ass on his way out, causing him to jump in surprise. Omega’s eyebrows furrowed, embarrassed, angry that he was embarrassed, and glared at Terzo as he walked up the path and disappeared inside the Ministry.

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[nightynightghoul]

Pebble has POTS

How Pebble finds out they have POTS and sort of learn to accept it.

This is just a little something I wanted to share, if it does well I may share other ideas. Thank you to @sister-nyx for encouraging me and giving it a read :)

Warnings: Pebble faints, there's talk about medical tests, not much more.

When Pebble was summoned, the rest of the ghouls thought nothing special of it. Yes, they were smaller than the rest, but their summoning had been hard and not as much energy went into it as it did for the past ghouls. They all had seen ghouls of all sizes during their lives back in hell. Many of the smaller ones being doubly as fierce to compensate for their size. No one thought anything could be wrong with them. 

Neither did Pebble. At least not for their first few months topside. They learned what they had to in order to become their new drummer, they were good at it too. Enjoying the feeling of getting lost in the music alongside the rest of their new pack.

Pebble started noticing they weren’t like the rest of the ghouls. Not as strong, not as agile, not as resilient. The first time they felt it was when they were moving instruments around the practice room. They had to clear the floor for the siblings to come in for a deep clean. Ifrit had easily lifted and carried stands, amps, boxes, and instruments. Aether had no trouble helping Zephyr with their Keyboard. Hell, even Dewdrop was helping haul up equipment, and he was smaller than them!

But here they were struggling to catch their breath and feeling their heart in their throat just because they were trying to drag one box across the stage. Emphasis on the word “trying”. By the time Ifrit was done, Pebble was only just getting the damned box to where they were supposed to stack it with the others. The fire ghoul just smiled at them and lifted the box to stack in on the others. 

Pebble could not catch their breath and their vision was spotty. But they just ignored it, muttered a thank you and went back to the den. 

The second time, was stupid if you asked them. It was a very early and cold morning, they just wanted to have a nice hot shower before breakfast. Yes, they took longer than usual. The water felt great, they had to wash their hair, and maybe they wanted some time for themselves. The problem appeared when they stepped out into the colder air of the bathroom. As they were drying off, they started feeling like they ran a marathon. Heart beating quickly, spotty vision, and they couldn’t catch their breath. Nothing new, but it was getting worse. 

A splitting headache started right behind their ears and their vision became tunnelled. Suddenly the effort to just stand was just too much and against their will they crumpled to the floor half conscious, dragging with them several items from the counter that clattered loudly on the floor and on top of them. They spent a few minutes on the floor, floating in that space between. After getting ready, only Aether asked why they took so long. Even years later, they could not tell if they fainted that time or not. 

The third time was when they started to get worried. It was a sunny, warm day, fairly humid too. Most of the ghouls were spending their time outside. Even Zephyr felt well enough to go on a little stroll with Dew. They were sat on the grass with Omega and Alpha. Playful chatter, became playful banter which in a few minutes became playfighting. Pebble wrestled Alpha but was quickly pinned under the bigger ghoul. 

But Pebble wasn’t laughing any more, the heat, the humidity, the exertion and now Alpha on top of them had their vision swimming. Just like before they felt that headache, the tunneled vision and the breathlessness. But this time it all came so quick, they had no time to tell Alpha that they wanted out. With a pathetic whine they breathed out and then everything became black. 

When they next opened their eyes, they were laying on their back. Omega was looking at them alarmed, as if they had grown a second head. Alpha was agitated too, the usually stoic ghoul looked close to tears. Omega insisted on carrying them to the infirmary even as Pebble protested that they were fine and could walk themselves.

While in there, Omega took his sweet time noting their blood pressure and heartbeat. Pebble insisted time and time again that this was normal, that it just had gone a little further than it usually does. Omega made quite a few notes and kept asking more questions. As if every ghoul didn’t feel the same as them. -

Do you have a hard time breathing?

Do you usually struggle to catch your breath after exerting yourself?

Are high temperatures usually a problem?

Do you get dizzy when you sit up? When you stand up?

Pebble quickly became frustrated and ended up leaving the infirmary before Omega could finish his long list of questions or tell them much of anything really.

The quint did ask them to come back for some tests the next day but Pebble in their eternal stubbornness didn’t go. They were fine, and this was normal for all ghouls. Right?

The subject was forgotten with time but right now, this very minute. They kinda wish they had gone for those extra tests with Omega. Maybe there was something wrong with them.

This was their third ritual, the past two had gone very well. Only getting somewhat dizzy with the heat of the stage lights and the effort of playing the drums. They had managed to stand up without fainting by taking deep breaths. But right now, in this damned venue and its non-existent ventilation, Pebble found themselves sweating bullets. Their skin felt clammy and cold, their breath getting quicker, same as their heartbeat. 

This was more than the adrenaline from rituals, Pebble was in trouble. 

By the last song of the set, their vision was becoming spotty, but they did their best to keep playing. If Dewdrop, Aether and Ifrit could jump around the stage and play at the same time, surely they could keep playing while sat down. 

The alarm bells really rang in their head when that last song ended. The crowd was cheering, and they cursed the damn mask for not letting them breathe properly. They had to stand up, go to the front with the others, go to their place for final bows. But just as they stood up, they realised just how bad they had let it become. The headache came in so hard they had to close their eyes and grasp their head. They may have been glamoured, but the loud whine they let out sounded like that of a wounded animal. 

They tried to walk down the steps of their stage, but their vision went all black and unlike that time after that hot shower, this time they crumpled to the floor like a wet napkin. Aether looked back at his stage as he saw several people in the crowd pointing behind him.

He saw Pebble, unconscious, sliding down the steps of their stage. He ran to catch the smaller ghoul before they could reach the bottom. Ifrit and Dew turned to look at Aether, confused as to why he would be heading backstage in a rush before final bows. Then rushed to help him as they saw him removing Pebble’s mask.

Papa grumbled his disapproval to Zephyr, but quickly changed his demeanour as Ifrit ran back to him. - Pebble is out cold, Aether is taking them back to the greenroom -. They bowed and quickly headed back.

When he opened the door to the green room, Papa found Pebble laying on the couch, Dewdrop holding their legs high and Aether sat on the floor taking vitals. The quint assured them all that Pebble would be fine, even if they had some nasty bruises from their fall. 

When Pebble woke up, they groaned and tried to sit up. But with a gentle hand on their chest, Aether kept them on their back. 

Don’t move just yet love. Your heartbeat just went through the roof.

M’fine

No, you’re not. You just passed out on stage, and I need to get Omega on the phone now.

Terzo fumbled with his robe to take his phone out and call the older ghoul. Pacing around the room while waiting for his lover to answer.

Terzo? 

Hi Amore, Aether needs to talk to you. Now.

Wait, aren’t you in the middle of a ritual right now?

No, just finished. But Pebble fainted.

What? Ok, let me talk to Aether please.

He handed his phone to the quint. Sitting by Pebble’s head, petting their head and around their horns. Hoping to comfort one of his smallest ghouls.

Aether immediately got to work, narrating all the important details to Omega. All Terzo could glean from what was said was that this was not the first time Pebble had fainted, and that more tests were needed to have an answer as to why they were passing out. 

The rest of that leg of the tour went surprisingly well. Pebble didn't faint, although there were a few close calls, but much to Pebble’s annoyance, Aether was on top of them, all the time. Just as they got back to the abbey, Omega practically kidnapped them and got them to the infirmary. 

A full week of tests got them their answer. There was something wrong and other ghouls definitely did not feel like this every day of their lives topside. Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Stupid Human thing to have. 

They walked back to their room after Omega was done with indications. There was nothing that could be done to get rid of the problem. They would always be smaller, lesser, defective. The feeling of being lesser invaded them. They’re supposed to be a demon straight from hell, strong, fast, agile. Not a runt that has to be watched over all the time. 

What made it truly worse was the news they were given before the next leg of the tour. They would be summoning another Earth ghoul, Omega and Terzo had decided touring would be too much on their body. Straight up salt in the wound. No only that, they would be training them in the time remaining.

Their out of control heart rate and quick breaths didn’t help at all when they asked for the decision to be reconsidered. Pebble walked back to their room, to calm down on their own, to mope for weeks and isolate from their pack. 

With time, they learn to live with it instead of against it. Accepting their body just as it was, flaws and all. It doesn’t come quick, and they still miss the little time they had with their Papa on stage. 

But yes, with time, the bitterness subsides. They still get frustrated sometimes, and some days are impossible. They still faint all over the abbey, but they’re fine at least.

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