#FUCK YOU OMEGA

[gum-iie]

an essential worker with a nonessential salary smh

[lomlompurim]

Something born from a convo on twt

(Bingmei is still The Emperor and The HHP Palace Master but he spends more time with his family and house duties, and working hard into his dream of having a BIG family)

The tweet that inspired this, which I very much agree, omega Binghe supremacy

[dreamsteddie]

Coming in late on Pack Dynamics day for @stmarchmm

Pack Omega Steve Harrington is so important to me.

Like, he doesn't really have a pack with his family, which is both small and distant, and never formed anything but a preliminary bond with anyone besides Tommy and Carol. He gets really close to pack with Nancy and Johnathan, but its cut off swiftly and abruptly when Nancy dumps him and turns to Johnathan.

Then all of a sudden he's got one pup, and then three, and suddenly he's Pack Omega to seven 10-13 year olds. They raz him and bully him, but they also look up to him and seek him for comfort. They don't always listen to him, but they know that he's always going to keep them safe.

Robin very quickly becomes Steve's alpha in every way but romantic, but she never quite steps into the role of Pack Alpha. She's got a stable pack at home and never feels the need to try and look over the kids in quite the same way Steve does, even if she does love them and look out for them.

When the kids start highschool, suddenly the boys aren't around as much. Max, El, and Erica still spend most weekends and after school at his house in his big living room nest when they don't have their own extracurriculars, but the boys start coming around less and less. The Hellfire Club has scooped them up and taken all their time, and it starts to take its toll on Steve.

He's been left behind and rejected so many times that his body is on a hair-trigger, reacting hard and fast to the slightest hint of abandonment. It starts with a generally lower mood but quickly descends into something bordering in rejection sickness. Every time the boys brush him off for Hellfire or get in his car only to talk on and on about how cool Eddie Munson is and how much they want him to hang out that day, Steve sinks a little deeper.

El, who is also extremely sensitive to pack bonds, pretty much glued herself to Steve's side once he started feeling unwell. Unfortunately, she's very easily influenced by other people's hormones and eventually becomes unwell herself.

Once that happens, it's Hopper who has to step in. He gets Max and Erica to tell him what the hell is going on and Hopper takes that all to mean that it's all actually Eddie Munson's fault. He rolls up to Hawkin's High on Hellfire night in his cruiser, barges in, drags the kids out and squishes them all into the back seat, and then goes back to pull a very confused Eddie out as well.

He makes everyone apologize and make nice, especially Eddie who, again, is so very confused by everything that is happening.

But hey, he's not one to pass up a perfectly good opportunity, and he's always kind of had a thing for Steve. Maybe a very heartfelt, prolonged (like maybe a couple of months) elaborate apology is a good way to start a courting.

[thegothicchangeling]

Babydoll

Alpha Sevika x Omega Reader drabble

Summary: Sevika makes a bad call and upsets you while you're in pre heat. You're pissed at her.

You looked at the barebones nest you'd assembled. It was made up of pillows, clothes, and throw blankets you'd stolen from around the apartment, because Sevika had insisted on washing everything in preparation for your heat.

It wasn't like Sevika had forced you to give up the bedding, or gone behind your back. No, she was a good alpha. She talked you into it with good old fashioned logic.

"It's time to wash the bedding anyway," she had said calmly. "And I think it's more important now than ever. Come on, you know how filthy this stuff is gonna get."

You couldn't argue with that reasoning, but that didn't mean you were happy about it. Already you were in pre heat, and every instinct was screaming at you to fix this mess. Because what was this? Not a nest.

Tears welled in your eyes. You didn't want to disappoint Sevika.

That was when she walked in with the sheets and comforter. Her scent was relaxed and she clearly had no idea how upset you were. "The laundry's dry," she announced.

"It doesn't smell like you!" You rebuked her angrily.

"You're right," Sevika said calmly. "I'll get right on that." And she started rubbing her scent glands against the bedding. She tried to sit down with you, but you growled.

That was when she realized how upset you were. You could see her nose move as she sniffed nearby you. Her face fell. "You're mad about the laundry, aren't you? And you smell like you're hours away from heat, at most."

"Yes, so hurry up and scent that shit!" You snapped.

Sevika's eyes widened. "Okay, okay." She worked faster. "I'm sorry I upset you, babydoll."

You huffed and didn't answer. All you did was work on your nest. It had to be perfect within the next few hours, and you didn't work well under stress.

Sevika took your giving her the silent treatment in stride. She brought you more things from other rooms and talked to you from time to time, attempting to win you over again.

"I was thinking I'd make your favorite tonight. How does that sound?"

"My pretty omega's gonna look so good spread out naked on that blanket."

You steadfastly ignored her, and your growing arousal, unless it was to ask her for something.

"The nest looks soft. You did such a good job making it. You're such a good omega, making this for us."

You softened. Sevika saw her chance and dove for it. "Is it okay if I come in now?"

"No!" You snarled. You turned away from her and lay on your side, staring at the wall.

Sevika paused, then spoke softly. "You're really upset, aren't you babydoll?"

"I'm not your babydoll."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pressured you into letting me change the bedding," she said sincerely. "If I'd realized how deep into pre heat you were, I would never have done it."

"How could you not realize?" You asked angrily. "Couldn't you smell me?" You were honestly hurt, and you knew your alpha could hear it in your voice.

"I was preoccupied with making sure everything was ready for you," she sighed, and you could imagine how she was probably running her hands through her hair. "Cleaning, meal prepping, and then I realized I forgot to submit my PTO, so I had to do that, and the bedding was just one more thing to check off my to-do list."

Knowing she was trying to help you made you feel guilty for being angry at her. In her own way, Sevika was nesting, too. You rolled over and looked at her.

She unfastened your poncho. "Hey. It's okay. It's alright." She handed it to you. "I bet this will be great for the nest."

Your eyes widened. She wore that thing almost every day, and now Sevika was handing it over to you. You took it from her and brought it up to your nose. It smelled more strongly of her than any other item of clothing. Cologne. Incense. Sevika. Perfection. "Thank you, 'Vika," you sniffled, feeling like you were about to cry.

"Well, I gotta keep my omega happy, right?"

You placed it on the pillow at the headboard, so you could lay your head on it later. Then you turned and looked back at your mate. "Will you get in and hold me?"

Sevika's face lit up. "Of course, baby," she purred, and she crawled into the nest with you. Then she pulled you into her chest and kissed the crown of your head.

"I'm sorry I was so mean," you admitted. You knew she was just trying to take care of you.

"Oh, it's okay, precious," she rumbled happily. Then her demeanor changed to something more dominant. She tipped your chin upwards and made you look at her. "Are you my babydoll?" She asked.

What could you say except yes?

[magicandmundane]

Imagine having so much beef with a teenage girl that it’s literally the thing that kills you

Couldn’t be me lol

[nurssieee]

TEAM DARK!!!!!

[bunnymadeofstardust]

The lyrics are from Shake the Disease by Depeche Mode it gave me siffloop ideas >:3

[mandotrigger]

Feel Good

ABO SMUT #1

Male!oc x male!reader

(I’ve had a ridiculous amount of ABO ideas running through my head recently, here’s one of them)

Contains: clubs, dancing, ruts, bathroom sex, knotting, general A/B/O stuff. Omega!bottom!reader, Alpha!top!oc,

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You didn’t make a habit of getting fucked in grimy club bathrooms, but fuck how were you supposed to resist him? Tall, pale, with pretty brown eyes and long black hair tied back into a loose bun that threatened to come undo with every move he made. His scent irresistible as it sent shock waves down your spine the second you stepped foot on the dance floor. Song after song, it got stronger and strong as the dense crowd shifted and ground against each other.

It shifted and moved and shuffled until you found yourself face to face with the source. His shirt unbuttoned just above his naval, giving you a view of his lean physic underneath. Your eyes traveled from his chest- and the likely fake silver necklace that hung low and bounced against him every time he moved- to his neck, where black strands of hair stuck due to the intense heat, and finally to his face, his lips were slightly parted as he panted, hot and heavy, his nose was straight, or rather it used to be, it’s been broken and hooked to the right slightly, and his eyes. As you gaze met his for the first time you realize just how lustful the man really looks, eyes half lidded, flicking between your face and your body, and the open expanse of your neck where a mating bite would go.

You pressed forward, and he had no choice but to recive you. Not like he didn’t want to, his hands finding your waist and pulling you all the way into his space, his hips pressed flush against yours. You could feel it, how hard he was, how he slowly pressed against you.

You huffed. He’s shameless- and fucking massive- he wasn’t even pretending like he was dancing. Rutting against you, panting and moaning softly. You could feel your own cock throbbing in your pants, stiffening faster than you thought it could, but fuck, his scent, the way he’s looking at you, so desperate, a silent plea, more than any alpha you’d seen before, the way he ground against you, like he was seconds away from a rut.

Slick pools around your entrance. Fuck, is that why his scent was so strong? Was he going into rut? When?

You glance down to your bulges pressing up against each other.

Is that why he’s here, releasing some pent up pre- rut energy?

“Please” he speaks suddenly and quietly, you barely heard it above the blasting music, “I need you, omega, please-“

Fuck, you don’t usually like when you were called omega, it was belittling, and more often than not it was meant to be. But the way he said it, so helpless and horny, it make your heart pound against your chest and your knees feel all too weak -and by the looks of it if you didn’t answer now he looked like he’d might just break down.

You grabbed him by the left side of his unbuttoned shirt, he startles slightly, but as you drag him off the dance floor.

The bathroom wasn’t hand to find, and he was quick to crowd you into a stall and lock the door.

“Y’ smell so good.” He muttered, his face pressed into your neck.

He grabs both of your wrist and pins them to the wall with one hand. You give a small tug and his grip tightens.

He slots his body between your legs, this time just pressing your bodies together.

Taking deep, slow breaths, fully enjoying your scent while his free hand roamed your body, the side of your ribs, then trailing down to your hip, then your thigh before trailing back you your ass, gripping it hard, so hard you gasped. He took the opportunity to initiate a kiss, he didn’t taste like alcohol as his tongue explored your mouth, he was sweet and intoxicating, and once his lips were on yours you had no plans of letting him go any time soon.

You bucked your hips against him, not too hard, but just hard enough for him to moan into your mouth and get the point. You were ready.

You were dripping slick, you knew your underwear were ruined and you’d probably be leaving them here just so you wouldn’t be hounded by horny alphas- other that the one in front of you that is.

It isn’t long before he pulling your pant down. Having last go of your wrist to make the process easier, you rested them loosely on his shoulders, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He did it gently, almost suspiciously gently, you try not to let it show but with him being an alpha, with their stupid, ridiculously keen senses, he knows almost immediately.

“I trying not to tear them off of you.” His voice is shaky and you both watch as he pulls your underwear down your thighs.

And fuck that should not be as hot as it was.

You help him take them off the rest of the way, leaving them in a pile on the floor. You reach for his pants but he’s quick to pin you again.

“I need to know now,” he sound surprisingly demanding, but his voice falters as he speaks again, “before we- I need to know if I can knot you? I know this isn’t the ideal place for it but-“

You pressed a kiss against his lips, not nearly as desperate as before, but still warm with the heat of your lust.

“Knot me, please,” You plead, and you feel his cock twitch against you.

He fast-and strong- one second your feet are on the floor, the next he has you nearly bent in half, using the wall as leverage as he pulls you legs up and onto his shoulders. You yelp and for a second you feel as though you’ll fall. But a strong hand grips your ass again and you know you’re not going anywhere.

You hear the jingling of a belt buckle, and a zip. He handles himself excellently, his gaze never leaving yours.

You glance down between the two of you and- holy fuck- big wasn’t enough to describe what he was. Thick and massive might be better suited to describe it, pale and pink at the tip with a thick patch of dark, black hair sitting above the base, traveling up his stomach and thinning out around his navel.

It’s going to hurt, it’s going to stretch you wide open and leave you limping for days and you know you’re going to be dreaming of that feeling long after tonight.

“Are you still sure?” Genuine concern in his voice.

How cute. He has no idea how badly you want this.

“I’m very sure, more than sure. I want it, I want you to fuck your knot into me,” the words just come out without much thought, but it’s not like they were false.

Your body was craving his knot, and without it your hole suddenly felt so, so empty.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.

He doesn’t say anything else as he lines his cock up with your soaked hole, he prods for a moment, his tip instantly covered in slick, he prods again and again until he breaks the surface and the head of his cock pushes in. It’s tight and by the reliefed moans falling from his lips it’s exactly what he needs.

Omegas were always tight, no matter how much the they fucked, it’s one of those biological perks that came with the territory. Still, you clench around him, watching his jaw tense, he’s holding back-

On the verge of throwing all caution to the wind and fucking into you as fast and hard as he can, he grits his teeth and pushes another two inches in. You whine when the head of his cock brushes against your prostate. Your cock, standing hard and leaking precum onto your stomach, twitches hard, it makes him huff with a small laugh.

“Something funny?” You asked, very suddenly feeling a bit offended.

“No, no, I just realized how hard your cocks going to be bouncing against your stomach as I fuck you.”

Oh.

Fuck, you’re dripping again.

“You’re so cute-“ he leans in close, sinking deeper.

You can’t help the noises that leave you, or the fact that even as your stretched wide open on his cock, still less than half way through, a burning, painful stretch as it is, you can’t wait to take more and you can’t wait to be full of his knot.

Pulling him close, until his face was less than an inch from yours, so your words can be heard as clearly as possible.

“Fuck me, I don’t want to be prepped and I don’t want to take it slow, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, now.” You paused, thinking you were done before adding, “Please.”

A grin split across his face, and his pupils blew wide and wild. He pushes in, and it fucking hurts. It hurts so bad and you can feel him in your fucking stomach but he was pressing against your prostate and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into that feeling.

Then he pulls out, his tip just barely inside, and he slams back in.

And you were seeing fucking stars, he’s brutal and rough and he’s watching you come apart on his cock with every thrust.

Loud and wet, ever smack against your ass echos off the bathroom walls, you moan and cry out, “yes”, “fuck”, and “please” or some combination of the three being the extent of your vocabulary.

The burn eventually give way to pleasure and you enjoying the ride as your brain practically shuts itself off. Cock bouncing hard against your stomach, leaving a wet splatter of precum. He was reaching all the right places, so deep and you felt full with every thrust. You don’t ever realize you’ve gone limp until he speaks up.

“Still with me?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yes- I’m- ah~” you cried out.

“Good-“ and that all he says.

His necklace dangled in your face, but you kinda liked it. ‘It couldn’t have been real silver or it’d be glowing red and burning from being smushed between to hot and horny werewolves’ you think in an of moment of clarity. But it’s knocked right out of your head with a hard thrust that has you screaming.

“Perfect, so fucking perfect, so good-“ he’s rambling to himself as he shoves his face right into your scent gland. Even that feels good.

You feel like you’re on fire, and he’s somehow lighting you up and putting you out all at once.

And so suddenly, faster than you expected, you reach your high, your body tenses and he doesn’t stop, pounding you through it. You scream and cry and shake against him, slick leaking and cum shooting up onto your chest.

You numb, floating for a long moment before returning to Earth. Only to open your eyes and realize he’s stopped.

Before you can vocalize your confusion, he says

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Fuck, he’s ridiculous. That shouldn’t make you giddy but you did.

When he starts thrusting again it’s slower, it’s still faster that what could ever be considered gently, but you know he’s doing it as a mercy to you. Even if you wanted to be pounded into oblivion now, you still had to walk out of the club, and to your car, and up the stairs to your apartment after this. You couldn’t do any of that if you were a fucked out puddle on the floor.

Still, it’s good. More than good, and he’s hitting something deep inside you that has you moaning and whining to the heavens.

“I’m close-“ he mutters.

You try to nod but your brain and your body aren’t exactly on the same page yet. Still, you manage to mutter out “knot” a few times, enough for him to understand.

“I’ll give you my knot- just relax while I-“ he pushes farther than he did before, and you can feel his swollen knot pressing against your hole.

He presses a bit more with every thrust until he finally shoves it all in. And there’s that pain again. Tears brim your eyes and your legs shake and convulse. In an attempt to ground yourself you grab onto him, leaving what were likely very prominent claw marks on his chest.

It does end there, he’s still pumping his cock into you and as you hear him become an incoherent moaning mess, you know you’re about to be flooded.

It’s hot, and as the first burst of cum lands inside you, you think, for the first time, about using protecting. It’s too late though, as a second later you’re full and leaking his cum, even through his knot.

You were a thoroughly fucked and breed omega.

Time passes and eventually he’s spent and your mind and body are finally back on the same page.

Then it hits you, that you’d been fucked by an near rut alpha that you didn’t even know the name of in a club bathroom.

“So…” you say after a minute or so. “I guess we’re stuck..”

He laughed quietly, “I guess so.” He paused, “it’s not such a bad thing. I get to look at you like this until my knot goes down.”

You shifted a bit, not fully intentionally, and he groaned.

“Sorry.” You said quickly.

“It’s ok. You’re just…tight.”

“Or you’re just huge.”

“I think both can be true.”

You laugh, but conversation quickly falters.

“I’m Y/N…by the way. I probably should have told you that before you were inside me.”

“I’m Jason- it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

[hawkinsbnbg]

Eddie who always got horny at the sight of his omega cooking in the kitchen.

Every time he came home and saw Steve putter around in that pink frilly apron, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from creeping up to his cute omega, bending him over the counter or dining table, and eating him out.

Once he was done, Steve would return to his task like nothing had happened, but his legs would be shaking so much that Eddie had to bend him over again and reward him with a big knot for having been such a good housewife.

Their dinner would always be a little burnt by the end of it, but no one heard Eddie complain.

[shadowxamyweek]

Thank you @junebalaya for showing me this meme exists <3

[allyricas]

i went from purposefully filtering any omegaverse stuff to...thinking up scenarios about omegaverse steddie wtf these two have control of my brain ratatouille style and instead of cooking, they make me daydream and then write silly ideas about them all the time.

anyways season 3 au where getting tortured causes steve to present as an omega but it's like the worst timing ever! thank god recently presented alpha eddie munson is around to step in. make it omegaverse fated mates protective eddie... all the good shit.

i keep imagining eddie, a guy that would absolutely would run away from danger 99 percent of the time, fighting against interdimensional monsters and billy hargrove because um, no one is going to fucking touch steve because that is his omega.

and of course, the whole time steve can barely restrain himself from crawling all over eddie. steve has never wanted someone so badly... poor eddie's fighting his urges but ...he can smell steve, smell how much steve wants him.

the second everything settles down and steve is medically cleared, he carries him away and takes care of him, tends to his wounds, helps him clean up and feeds him. then of course, they make sweet love and never leave each other's side again basically.

[winters-secret-star-wars-blog]

Omega: "Want to know a secret? I escaped from this mountain before. Know what else?"

[sagisbrainrot]

my favorite svsss moment of all time is when shen qingqiu was learning about tianlang-jun’s plan, thinking it’s the stereotypical villain plan, and says “oh let me guess?? You’re gonna destroy all of humanity?!?” And tianlang-jun paused, legitimately confused, and goes “uh… no????? Why would you… think that??? I love humans I just think the ones who sealed me, betrayed my heart and tried to kill my son should die but that’s kinda reasonable idk”

[niobiumao3]

At the end of the day, killing off a character for a gut punch only works if you actually follow through emotionally, and S3 of TBB just didn't do that. I get it if other people think it did, but I won't ever be able to agree with that. We see no one find out. There's no memorial for Tech on Pabu or anywhere else, there's barely any mention of his impact on people. Nearly every mention of him was about how his skills were absent. It was a bad narrative beat of which no real use was even made except to focus on how it made things harder for them to do.

S3 remains a true disappointment to me, and I'm unlikely to ever be especially interested in it and its one billion dropped plot threads or the way Phee was tossed aside in favor of Ventress and how Tech's death wasn't engaged with in any meaningful way.

Will they ever walk it back and return him? I guess we'll see. It's happened before. (Echo, Gregor, Ahsoka, etc.) I have vague hope.

[the-angst-chronicles-fanworks]

Omega Eddie always hates having to take his bedding and nesting material to the laundromat after his heats. It’s not just embarrassing, the looks he gets from the Alphas that are in there sometimes puts him on edge.

When Steve and Eddie start hanging out and Steve finds out about this, he of course offers for Eddie to bring the stuff over to his place and do it there.

But it’s not just good intentions, Steve really wants to smell the slick-soaked sheets as Eddie drags them to the laundry room, and see the pretty pink flush on his cheeks. And from time to time if Eddie has to leave his stuff in the wash and leave, and Steve goes to retrieve an item so he can bury his nose into it and jerk off… well, who’s the wiser?

Eddie kind of has an inkling, think. Not to the extent of what Steve’s doing… but, well, he gets the same look and smell of those Alphas at the laundromat. It’s Steve, though, so Eddie’s more than okay with it. He’s had a thing for Steve for a while. But he assumes it’s just an Alpha reaction to omega slick, not that Steve has a thing for him specifically.

Still, the idea of Steve getting horny because of Eddie is hot as shit. So maybe Eddie “accidentally” drops a pair of slick-soaked briefs for Steve to find here and there, or gets himself just worked up enough before visiting Steve for Steve to smell it on him.

It drives Steve absolutely crazy. He’s jerked off more since he’s met Eddie than in the rest of his life, probably. Soon, Steve starts coating shit in his scent for Eddie to put in his nest, because the idea is Eddie being surrounded by his scent while working himself through his heat gets Steve all worked up too.

Until eventually Steve starts leaving his clothes and stuff coated in his scent with Eddie even when Eddie’s not in heat. (Eddie absolutely uses them to get himself off sometimes). And Eddie returns the favour, leaving stuff over at Steve’s place too. Way more than just normal pack scenting on both their parts.

At some point, the party just start assuming they’ve gotten into a relationship because they smell like each other literally all the time. They don’t even realize until Robin congratulates them on their one-year, and they’re like… “oh” . Because yeah, they’ve been leaving their scent all over each other for a while, to the point where anyone smelling them would think “taken”.

So they finally get on the same page and then go to Eddie’s trailer and have the sloppiest anniversary sex. And then do it again the next day in Steve’s bed while Eddie’s sheets are in the wash.

[novaiisk]

🔆Terzo is safe in Omegas arms🔆

Everybody makes Terzo all depressed all the time so IM LETTING HIM BE HAPPY FOR ONCE ‼️‼️

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