#Omega/Omega

[lexirosewrites]

It's been a while but hello! Okay so when when omegas are in distress they release a scent. After the events of the first season onward, O!Steve has a permanent marker of distress and it plays into his fall from popularity. Many people believe its A!Nancy's influence and they don't understand why she would make him distressed, some believe he and Nancy had something to do with Barb missing and it's guilt. But the events of season two happen and Barb's disappearance has been ''solved'' then Nancy is no longer his partner, but Steve Harrington is covered in bruises and is still distressed. so it becomes a mean spirited joke among people especially in circles who never liked him because of his popularity. People had taken to saying things to him like, "Why are you so distressed golden boy? Daddy didn't get you the color car you wanted" pointing out to him that Distressed Omegas aren't desirable and jumping at him to startle him etc O!Eddie and the Hellfire guys think it's kind of funny to see his fall from grace but don't join in on the startling, they know whats its like to be afraid. But they just don't understand why Mr. Perfect Omega is so upset all the time. Of course s3 happens, and the town understands why he's distressed about THAT he a few adults and a handful of children were the only survivors of the mall fire. But the distressed scent isn't stronger, it's the same and THAT confuses people. He becomes a juicy bit of gossip aroudn town when he works at the Family Video. Then season four happens,everyone is healing and Eddie really ponders over everything he's learned and now knows why this Omega had been so upset, and he wants to do everything in power to finally help Steve settle his nerves. He talks to him in hushed tones, and brings him little treats. Keeps spaces soft and safe, and Steve starts falling for him. And when they kiss for the first time Steve's natural scent is perfectly, fully, sharp and sweet for first time in so long. And then they make love for the first time its the longest it's been without distress in recent history. And Eddie presses his nose to his neck tells him that he smells so good. And when he goes down on him he tells him he tastes even better.

🥺🥺🥺

[alexanderlightweight]

Since it came up...omega Alec who has never shared a heat with anyone partially because he's never wanted to but also since no one has ever managed to best him during a pre-heat spar, when an omega is at their strongest and borderline feral. (Aka why should I pair up with someone who can't take care of me as well as I can) It's traditional for an omega to only take a mate who has proven they can protect them by beating them in a fight while they're at their best, and while Alec knows it's a bit antiquated it's also very important to him. He hasn't shared a heat with Magnus yet and REALLY wants too, but is worried that Magnus won't be able to hold up either.

Alec finds out that he is very, very, wrong. Queue bamf Magnus proving that he can very much take on and protect Alec, and Alec finding out what heats are like when your instincts are finally satisfied.

hi its been a bit, hope you're doing well. as usual I let the prompt take me where it wanted to go. it follows along with the prompt but perhaps not quite to the letter. still I hope you enjoy this

(in this universe they met because Alec got dragged to Pandemonium for an attempt at 'desensitization scent training' that ended up with him in Magnus' lap breathing in the only safe scent (Magnus) while Izzy and Jace try to figure out where it all went wrong (taking him to a club was an instant miscalculation) and where Alec went (they tried listening for the screams but thankfully for their mission record, no one is screaming. sadly, that means no finding Alec). oh right, this is omega/omega and Magnus has bested Alec in a spar (Alec very much wanted to follow Magnus home but instincts insisted on a fight first, after which he pretty much was like 'okay? you won? why isn't the portal open? we should be gone already? why am I not in your territory being scent-marked by you five minutes ago? Magnus is still recovering from whiplash but he's having a great time.

<3 hope you enjoy

lumine

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desire unprovoked

“Alexander, it’s alright if you’re not ready yet. Spending your first heat with someone is a far greater venture than portaling with me to Tokyo and getting sushi.”  Magnus pets his hand down Alexander’s back as he tries to soothe him with words. It isn’t ideal to be turned down and away, but Magnus’ goals are long term and a little delay won’t truly disrupt them.

The tender moment is broken first by Isabelle’s amused snort and then by the harsh way she coughs into her hand. It does nothing to disguise her laughter or distract from Alexander’s fierce glower as he stares his sister down.

“Sorry, sorry. None of my business.” 

Alexander relaxes and Magnus thinks they’ve moved on until Isabelle starts laughing again.

“Okay, okay I’m done—” she raises a hand to catch the handkerchief Magnus throws at her. “But seriously, Magnus, you can’t think Alec isn’t interested? He’s made it very clear to the entire Institute how he feels about finally finding someone he wants to spend his heat with. He’s just worried you won’t be able to pin him down during a fight and fuck him if he goes feral.”

Silence drops like a theatre’s curtain before being split by Alexander’s low, angry snarl. Isabelle sticks her tongue out at him even as she steps away, letting Magnus nuzzle against Alexander’s side to distract him.

“Oh is that what’s holding you back?” Magnus is very pleased to know the problem and decides that after Alexander’s heat he’s going to send Isabelle a rather lovely box of magical skin care products he knows she’ll love. She’ll probably need it if Alec assigns her to the sewers for this. “That’s truly not a concern, sweetheart.  Unless you need me to prove it to you?”

Magnus leans close and nips Alexander’s ear lobe before he whispers, “even if I can’t hold you down physically, my magic will ensure you stay exactly where I want as long as I want.”

Magnus was already warned of how quiet Alexander gets near his heat, but he’s still surprised by how deeply Alexander can communicate without speaking. His scent fills with pleased delight and his fingers find Magnus’ wrist to rest against the pulse as he hums a pleased, rumbling purr.

Isabelle does a lovely job of pretending to mind her own business for once, even as her scent rises with gleeful delight. 

“Since we’ve thankfully cleared that up before any accidents occurred—“ because while Magnus would never blame his shadowhunter, he’s not sure Manhattan would have survived Magnus finding out Alexander wanted to spend his heat with him but didn’t.

“Well then, Isabelle, I’ll be taking him home with me.  I’ll bring him back sometime when it’s over.” Magnus bares his teeth in a lip-curling smile in Isabelle’s direction as she tries to move closer.

“You’re way worse than any alpha.”  Isabelle is laughing at him, shaking her head in mock sadness. “I can’t even hug my own brother now?” Her eyes are gleaming with victory, as if she’s won something with Magnus’ protective display.

“You smell disgusting.” Alexander mutters from where he’s been steadily ignoring both of them, “thankfully, Magnus knows that.”

That’s not actually why Magnus is keeping Isabelle away from Alexander but he’ll take the excuse.

“I do not smell!” Isabelle sniffs her own arm in suspicion even as she flips Alexander off.

“Well whoevers bed you were in does, and it’s all over you still.”

Isabelle actually stomps her foot, giving Alexander a truly acidic glare before she turns to Magnus.

“If you don’t want him complaining the minute you get him home, make sure you have some kind of filter for pheromones in place.  I have taken at least three showers since I got back and this—” she flicks her hand in Alec’s direction, “is still his reaction! He once threw himself off a bridge because Jace got someone else's scent on him.  Apparently he didn’t want to finish the mission smelling like a stranger and thought it would be better to just fight while sopping wet. It was January, Magnus.”

Alexander isn’t any happier than Isabelle at the reminder. The frown on his face turns into a full scowl and he moves closer to Magnus as his sister rants, arms crossed protectively in front of himself.

“He smeared a stranger's sex pheromones on me, Magnus.” His voice is deep and sulking, as if he feels the need to convince Magnus of his innocence in this assumed crime. “I would have thrown Jace in first but I was worried he’d contaminate the water before I got clean.”

“Clearly you were the victim,” Magnus soothes and he just shrugs when Isabelle gasps in betrayal, ignoring her expression of exaggerated outrage.  Why she thinks he will be a voice of reason when it involves Alexander is beyond him.  Magnus hasn’t come anywhere close to reasonable since the first time he met Alexander. 

If Magnus’ scent happens to be the only one that Alexander finds pleasing than who is Magnus to work against the wisdom of the universe.  

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notes:

- izzy has been helping alec figure out how to explain it to magnus all afternoon. This isn’t a ‘she decides she’s right and ends up being right’. This is ‘i did not spend 2.5 hours of time i could have been dissecting bodies for you to lose your words because of biology. I will be your words!  I am not suffering through you moping an entire heat.  You’re not doing that to me alec.  I refuse!’

for a minute there Alec really was: I don't have the spoons to explain so I'll just suffer this heat and handle explaining it later (not that Magnus would have let him go without an explanation)

Izzy really does try to make it easier on both alec and herself, it’s not her fault alec’s hypersensitive and violently inclined towards interest. EVen if that scene existed there would be no joking ‘fairy glitter’ in this verse because Izzy went home first, burnt her clothing, took a decontamination shower and then joined the mission.  In the incident where Alec is claiming she smells, she actually took two decontamination showers, used scent-cleansing lotion and then took another nicer shower to re-vitalize her hair (decontamination is used to thoroughly clean only) and it still wasn’t enough.

While he would have preferred her to explain with a little less.... Flair than she does, alec is satisfied with the outcome.  He just still might enact some revenge for the unnecessary details, aka sewer patrol.

Izzy is suffering.  Do you know how awful it is to have your older brother and military commander/leader/parent always know when you’ve been experimenting/horny etc because he can smell it and also is so disgusted by it that the first time you come home after having sex he throws up in the middle of scolding you?

Izzy still high on fairy-pheromones and holding alec’s hair back as he tries to chew her out.  It quickly goes from ‘legitimate safety concerns’ to ‘if you’re happy then its fine as long as you don’t ever smell like this again or i will hunt people down to kill so i never suffer this again’. 

Izzy after and kind of regretting how this whole afterglow thing is going for her: i get why jace transferred to Chicago for puberty

(Jace temporarily transferred because canonically he’s very horny and it’s worse in a universe like this where he’s dealing with ruts. He spends a lot of time with alec because they’re family and while they’ve developed familial scent bonds over time 1) horny alpha on main is not alec’s cup of tea and he can’t handle that close up even if it’s not him the alpha is attracted to 2) jace keeps coming back smelling like horny omega/beta sex and that is mostly ‘threat perceived’ by alec. Like who are you? How dare you come unannounced into my territory??

Alec: its an invisible threat

Jace wondering just when he will be allowed to sleep: alec i promise, there’s no invisible threat. I just had sex

Alec: with a threat

Jace with the knowledge that sleep deprivation is a form of torture: no with a seelie

Alec: who was a threat

Jace who now understands that conversations with alec are a different but no less effective torment: look buddy, i really don’t think anything i say is going to change this.  How can we fix this? because its.... WHY IS IT 6 AM ALEC? EVEN THE VAMPIRES ARE ASLEEP BY NOW. 

Alec: stop bringing threats into the institute. Instant fix.

Jace: alec, my friend, my brother, my-almost-but-too-violent-to-actually-handle-parabatai, there are no threats. Just me having sex with people you don’t know.

Alec: which makes them threats

Jace: please buddy, i’m begging you to let this go

Alec: can’t you just not have sex? 

Jace: ...

Alec: ...

Jace: i know what to do. i’m going to do us all a favor and go somewhere else for a little bit.  In the meantime here are a bunch of books on nephilim puberty.  You’ll need them when it’s Izzy’s turn. 

Its worse for izzy and jace because they spend the most time around alec and are in the same small familial pack (like a mini ecosystem in a big one) so alec is in closer quarters constantly with them and they don’t have the concept of personal space either. 

Robert cheating on maryse did not go well in this universe. It did not go well at all.

No alec doesn’t forbid his hunters from having sex though he does enforce strict hygiene rules that everyone follows because no one wants alec to chase them down because they’re ‘intruders’. He also doesn’t really care if his shadowhunters smell like each other and sex because those are contained, expected and allowed scents? And the sex isn’t directed towards him and can’t be attributed to him.

Will it be hypocritical that he doesn’t shower magnus’ scent away? No because the entire reason these rules are in place is so alec doesn’t react poorly and maim some unsuspecting hunter with a weak nose who thought they smelt normal. The new york shadowhunters are thrilled there is an extra layer of protection.  Alec can now dip his nose to his sleeve and smell Magnus when they’re in public to calm down rather than just aggressively filling the air with his own violent pheromones to override whatever scent is making him sick.

No one is going to argue with alec’s methods or his protocols because he’s sensitive enough he can smell through 99% of glamours and that is a very very lucrative power in his field. Especially with rogue shadowhunters still a problem.

Alec is known for going feral over a lot of things. Everyone who is a part of his institute is there because they want to be even with all of his eccentricities because the most important thing to them? Alec will go feral over his hunters and he has absolutely vicious protective omega instincts that makes anyone with self-preservation want to be in his command.  Will he throw you into the side of a mundane car? Yes. but it will be so you avoid being stabbed through the heart by a demon so it’s all good. Just shadowhunter things. 

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[shieldofiron]

For @stmarchmm day 6- Omega/Omega

Pour Some Sugar On Me

Omegaverse Harringrove rated M for Mature.

Also on Ao3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63626620

Robin calls it having too many tabs open.

Steve’s brain just feels too full, overstuffed with to do's and haven’t done's, and need to call mom's, and am I attracted to-

Anyway.

Normally he goes for a game of pick up or a hard Pilates class.

“Come on,” Steve runs his hands though his bangs, trying to put on his charm.

“Sorry, Sugar. Heather’s class is full. But the omegas only pole dancing has some space today,” Carol snaps her gum and holds out the flier for it.

“Omegas only,” Steve knows he sounds kind of whiny, but he can’t help it. The omegas only classed never go as hard as they could, and he really needs to empty his brain out.

“It’s the only thing that’s open, unless you wanna do the 80s throwback Jazzercise for seniors. Your favorite instructor is there-“

She cuts off with a laugh when Steve snatches the pole dancing flier out of her hand.

That was hardly his fault. He’s just been… struggling through some things.

Some things that come into sharp relief when he walks into the pole dancing room and sees a bunch of other omegas stretching.

Steve stands stock still at the door staring.

There’s this guy in the center of the room wearing nothing more than pair of red shorts, with a ton of tattoos, spilling out across his back. Most people say omegas shouldn’t get them, that it ruins their natural appeal.

Steve swallows, his throat suddenly dry. It’s doing nothing to dim the guy’s natural appeal. He lifts his head from a stretch and practically glows. Dirty blonde curls spill down his shoulders, and his green blue eyes sparkle in the fluorescent lights overhead. Weren’t fluorescent lights supposed to make everyone look bad?

“Nice one, Chrissy,” The golden god calls out to another girl who’s slowly flipping upside down on a pole, her tiny ponytail dancing in the air.

Steve turns back to the guy slowly. Well, at least he didn’t need to work out to clear his head. Every thought had been replaced with this guy.

“You in the right place, Pretty Boy?” It takes Steve a second to realize he’s talking to Steve for real, and not just in his fantasies.

“I… uh… pole dancing? Omegas, I…” Steve stammers, holding out the flier like a jerk.

The guy just smiles slowly. "Oh yeah. You're in the right place. Billy. Nice to meet you."

"Steve." Steve nods and then awkwardly tries to find a free pole as far away from the guy as possible, which is hard, because this isn't a big room.

He settles next to a blonde, bitchy looking omega with a silver cross on.

"You should take off your shoes," The blonde mutters, pulling out a pair of sky high heels with intimidating looking ankle straps and pushes them in Steve's direction. Then he pulls out a second pair from his bag that makes the ones Steve has look like church shoes.

He's definitely too much of a beginner for that, but he straps them on for fun, testing. He can at least stand, though he's shaky.

"T-thanks," Steve says. He stretches out, trying to ignore the way Billy's eyes sweep his way.

His ignoring Billy plan is immediately shot to shit when the class begins and Billy claps to draw everyone's eye, and switches on some obnoxious 80s hair metal.

Great. He's the instructor.

It becomes immediately apparent that this is not a beginner's class. Billy has to give him several breaks, or help him into easier moves while Chrissy and Jason, the guy next to Steve, are pulling moves Steve has only seen in late night alphamax movies.

By the time they break, Steve's head is almost empty and he's sweating bullets. His arms ache. His own scent is blooming all around him, like honey and corn and bee balm flowers, and it pushes the scent of the other omegas away at least a little.

He lies on the floor next to his pole. It's a great floor. Cool and soothing, just what his overheated skin needs.

"Good job, there," Billy says, squirting water in his mouth and waggling a slit eyebrow at Steve. Someone smells like salt water and California Lilac, and it's making Steve's head foggy, filling it with images also from late night alphamax movies. Two omegas grinding together, grinding against a pole, pouting for the camera.

"Me?" Steve asks, wobbling a little on his heels as he tries to stand.

"Who else?" Billy helps him, steadying Steve by his elbow, and, the flowers that spill over one shoulder wave in the wind. Steve's stomach flutters with it, and his already overheated cheeks start to burn.

He must see Steve staring because he flexes his bicep a little, winking. "My sister."

"What?" Steve says, blinking. God he needs water. He needs to get a grip.

Billy points to the old school heart on his shoulder that reads Maxine in a banner. "For my sister. Not my alpha. Just if you were wondering."

All the tabs go empty, apart from one that gets neatly filed away. Steve for sure likes other omegas. He watches Billy lick a pole and decides he definitely, definitely likes other omegas.

[omegaversehellscape]

omegas crushing on each other and flirting by inviting their crush over to nest together and then both thinking the other sees it as a nice close friend activity despite wanting it to be more

[lilacwriter07]

Omega Adam smiles to himself as he wears the surprise for Lucifer, the angel didn't know but Adam kept all his feather he preened from him . Whenever the angel asked the Omega for help .

Adam braided them in his hair, and with a string around his neck and wrists . He will also do that silly dance Lucifer sometimes do when he seems happy .

Perhaps seeing his surprise will make him spend more time with him then with Lilith .

"Adam !" The first man quickly got up as Lucifer lands close to him, but backs off when he saw what Adam was wearing ."Oh what's this ?" He looked curious .

"Look I am an angel as well !" Adam said feeling his cheeks flushed, why does he feel so shy now ."Silly Adam !" Lucifer laughs but stops as Adam danced ."Look now I am Lucifer, doing my silly willy dance !"

Adam laughed as he messed up a bit, the dance seems harder then it seems .

But Lucifer was quiet as Adam stops, was he angry ?

He didn't mean to make him mad ."So .. Whaa !" The Omega screams as the older Omega jumps on him, sniffing his neck and started to hump him like he saw some wolves do .

"Luci ?" He felt bit scared as Lucifer purrs ."Mine ."

later Michael scolded Lucifer for mating with the human, as Lilith asks Adam if it hurts while Sera deals with her headache . And Gabriel asks God to make an other human for Lilith .

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Pheromone Friday

Quick summary: Pheromone Friday is the day where my ask box is open to specific requests that are omegaverse related. (anything is accepted in my ask box on Fridays, if you don't have an omegaverse idea but have a stranger things themed request than ill still accept but it will be done after the omegaverse requests :)

Rules: Be respectful, and don't submit anything that is incest, pedophilic, racist, homophobic, misogynistic, etc. (basically don't be a bigot)

Smut Related: I'm open to writing pretty much anything, but if I discover something that I feel uncomfortable with i have the right to decline. I personally will say no to watersports and nonconseual sex.

Pairings: Romantic wise I'm only willing to do Steddie at the moment, platonic wise ill do any platonic relationship.

Last but not least: clarify if the ship will be Alpha/Alpha, Alpha/Omega or Omega/Omega. (I’m willing to do all of them.)

Anyone can participate! Or adapt this for their own use. I don't have a tag list of people who I would think would be interested yet but yeah :)

Example of my omegaverse drabbles:

Alpha Eddie who sells voice clips (no video, no photos) of his moans, soft wines, shaky breaths and whimpers somewhere online for omegas. Somehow Alpha Steve accidentally comes across it and knots his toy before he even hits the five minute mark.

Because of how Eddie sounds, Steve thinks Eddie might be the submissive one when something something happens and they meet for the first time. That was his first and last mistake, and now he’s (consensually) being recorded as Eddie takes him from behind.

Now Eddies made good money, but not nearly as much as Steve brings in. the sound clip of Steve crying out when Eddie’s knot catches for the first time has already made 30k

[steddilly]

Omega/Omega strangers Eddie and Steve have a one night stand where they switched throughout the night, unknowingly getting each other pregnant.

They never swapped numbers, happy to go their separate ways the next morning. Steve goes back to Chicago and Eddie stays in Indianapolis with his uncle. It’s only a few weeks afterwards after their encounter when they both start feeling sick, going to their doctors to confirm that they’re expecting. With no way to contact the other, they accept their fates as single parents.

Fast forward ten years and Eddie is struggling to come to terms that his brown haired, hazel eyed daughter is more interested in sports than books, loving to watch football/baseball/hockey games with her Grandpa Wayne.

Similarly Steve is struggling with his own curly haired, brown-eyed daughter loving books and music and wanting to play instruments so badly. Thankfully her Auntie Robin loves music and is right there to help Steve with his daughter.

Dustin is the one who eventually reunited them, Eddie and Steve delighted to see each other again and eager to tell the other about their pups. Plot twist for them learning they have another child, confused and excited and now wondering how to tell the girls they’re sisters.

[iskander-tm]

I think I have too much fun drawing my ocs hsagdh

I want to believe that in omegaverse universe alfa/alfa, omega/omega etc are their queers if you know what i mean

[ryiju-muunie]

He'll jump in the river, you'll wish you're the water

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Omega!Trans!Zoro Roronoa/Omega!Trans!Sanji Vinsmoke Warnings: Omega Verse, Trans Male Roronoa Zoro, Trans male Sanji, first heat, t4t roronoa zoro/sanji, Coming Untouched, Nipple Play, Tribadism/tribbing, Vaginal Fingering, Making Out, Dubious Consent, theres plot to this porn, Omega/Omega, Love Confessions, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Wet & Messy, no when i say wet and messy i mean WET AND MESSY, induced heat, someones coming out pregnant and its not me, Masturbation, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Fisting, Sub Sanji, he might top but hes definitely no dom, Scenting, No Beta we die like block buster, Incoherent Maybe idk you tell me! but be nice Word count: 5095 DESC: Zoro was a beta. He was a beta who had never once in his life considered what it would be like to turn into an omega or even an alpha. But something on his skin was lit on fire and burning to be put out, deep inside his core, between his le- No! He had to focus, get something done at least! If he didn’t know any better it sounded like he was having a heat, but that was impossible. He was a beta after all, a beta who couldn’t go into heat… Right?

GODDDDD WHAT HAVE YOU DONNNEEE YOURE A PINK PONY GIRRL

Zoro was a beta. He was a beta who had never once in his life considered what it would be like to turn into an omega or even an alpha. He never once yearned to smell their pheromones or even feel what their different kinds of arousals did to their bodies. He never yearned to look at his omega roommate and wonder what he truly smelt like; well, he told himself he never did. Of course, the beta had been told before by their other friends he was sweet, bitterly so. But a part of him always thought about it. Was it sweet in a fluffy way, like pure sugar? Or was it sweet in the way of something more flavorful, like cinnamon or chocolate? 

He liked Sanji in every way that was considered normal. As a friend, as a fighter, as a cook, and as a roommate. There was nothing more that lingered behind his feelings, much to Robin’s protests. She had insisted there was something more to his stare, although he pressed it was nothing more than her wild imagination. He never wondered about the omegas skin, how soft it would be underneath his fingers, how it would feel, how it would taste. How would his tongue trace circles around his neck, before biting down? How would the other man react to the sensation? Would he moan? Would he whimper?  

Zoro instantly blinked, forcing the thoughts out of his mind without a second glance. He was seated on their joint couch doing some work on his laptop for a history class of his. No one had told him college was mainly reading, especially being a history major. And no one told him it would be harder to concentrate with his thoughts drifting to Sanji again and again. That was somewhat normal, but being so sexual in nature was odd. In fact, if he focused, he felt hot. Something on his skin was lit on fire and burning to be put out, deep inside his core, between his le- 

No!  

Roronoa shook his head, raking one hand over his cropped green hair. He had to focus, get something done at least! As hard it was becoming, the moss-head had to work! The man swallowed and tabbed back into his work, which was reading a passage and answering questions as he went. It was juvenile but about ancient weaponry, so he was starting to enjoy himself.  

All of his enjoyment of schoolwork went away when his legs started to shift together. Almost uncontrollably his thighs pressed together to apply pressure to his pussy, shifting to alleviate the itch growing warm. It was unconscious and it was good, as his wetness started to pool around his underwear. It was… Zoro bit his lip and froze, spreading his legs apart and staring at his reflection in the computer.  

Something was wrong.  

Did he ingest some aphrodisiac drug that made him an aroused mess? Was his period coming? He was always overly horny before his period. But this was different, it was like Zoro was on fire. Every movement was sending shockwaves to his clit, making him wet. And that too! He was unbelievably wet, as if he was about to soak his pants through. If he didn’t know any better it sounded like he was having a heat, but that was impossible. He was a beta after all, a beta who couldn’t go into heat… Right?  

The man tabbed into Google, hastily typing out the most embarrassing search he had ever concocted in his life. “Can betas go into heat… ye- Yes!?” Zoro muttered, sputtering when he saw the answer. It wasn’t a definite yes, but it wasn’t helping him, “Yes, some betas can go into late heat typically after their 21st birthday. Then will a late bloomer show their secondary sex and go into heat soon after… fuck.”  

Zoro slammed his laptop shut and slowly set it on the ground, standing up. To his horror, the couch already had a growing wet spot, as his pants were soaked. He swallowed and whined when the friction of his panties sent a pang of arousal through his body, making him stop and shiver. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be in heat. He couldn’t be an omega! He couldn’t especially when his roommate was ten minutes from coming home. His roommate who would know in an instant if he was now an omega from the pheromones that were probably oozing off of his body.  

This couldn’t be happening; he thought as the man practically sprinted to his room. He pressed his body against the door to shut it, letting his back rest on the cold wood. It was bad he was going into heat late in life, and it was equally bad that he had no idea what came with it, or even what to do. Roronoa knew it involved sex and uncontrollable slick, but that was about it. He didn’t realize it would be this debilitating, this hard to keep his hands from his sopping cunt.  

His fists balled at his sides and the moss-head tried to breathe, to gather some decorum not to go animalistic and fuck himself until he couldn’t think. But it was so hard, when his panties were stuck to his folds and aching to be pried off. It was hard when his nipples were hardened and poking through his binder, breasts yearning to be fondled. And it was so hot how he was falling apart, hands beginning to wander… What was he even thinking about beforehand? 

Calloused hands ran up his side, pulling off his shirt and hooking underneath his black binder. It wouldn’t hurt to just be shirtless, yeah, it wouldn’t hurt. He nodded his head and took it off, exhaling as the squeeze subsided and his breasts laid back onto his front. Fingers prodded against the flesh and kneaded it, his index and thumb coming to run his nipple against the pads. A moan escaped Zoro’s lips that he couldn’t hold back. The feeling of his tits being fondled felt so good, so intense, he was so close already. Just a few more touches and he felt himself come undone, gasping and cumming into his slick filled underwear. It was a blinding flash of pleasure, running up his core and spiraling into his stomach, spreading down his legs within an instant. 

But it wasn’t enough. He needed to fuck his pussy that was begging to be abused or he would go insane. Zoro wasn’t sure how but he ended up naked on his bed, spreading his legs and pumping his fingers out of his cunt. First it was one, then it was two, but fuck, it wasn’t enough. He needed three, maybe four- or just all of them! The pads of his fingers brushed against his g-spot, bending to poke at it. To massage it between his digits and soak the mattress underneath him further. His other hand came to his neglected clit, rubbing quick circles against the bundle of nerves.  

There was no noise but his moans and the squelching of his honeypot, dripping down his ass and spreading slick against his thighs, “F-Fuck… I’m-I’m gonn.. Fuckkk… I’m gonn.. Gonna.. Ah..a-sh.. Shit.. ah..mm fuck…” It was so hot as his folds twitched, before coming undone and squirting his juices on the mattress below him, pulsating with each finger that continued to pump inside him. Zoro arched his back to the sensation of pleasure, feeling it leave his body. Almost being too much, he panted and continued to finger himself. Just a little more, he told himself, a little more.  

He had almost forgotten his omega roommate was on his way home, opening the front door and whistling to himself. It was quiet in the apartment for a few moments, until Sanji heard a whimper escape his roommates closed door. At first, he chose to ignore it and put his stuff down, throwing his keys on the kitchen counter and resting his backpack on the island.  

But then he smelt it. If he didn’t know any better, it was the smell of an omega deep in heat. It was savory, different than anyone he had ever smelt before. Something kind of like a sweeter bonfire, with that edge of smoke to it. And if he didn’t know any better, the blonde would say it was coming from Zoro’s room.  

Sanji swallowed and approached the door, hearing the noises that fell from his roommate's lips almost instantly upon getting closer. It was mindless fucked-out begging, panting, whimpering, writhing for pleasure- for more release. He knew the sensation all too well. It sounded like Roronoa, but it couldn’t have been. That brute didn’t have a begging or whimpering bone in his body, for one. And second off, he was a beta. How could he go into heat and be a…  

His twenty-first birthday was last week.  

The cook knocked on the door, “Uh Zoro? Are you okay?” The wet noises stopped; moans being replaced with pure silence. He heard some shuffling and a loud noise, probably the moss-head falling over. When the door opened, he was greeted by Zoro, who was naked with sweat dripping down his face. His hair was pressed to his forehead and his skin was hot, red with lust.  

“Curly brow,” he rasped out, clearly out of breath from the looks of it, “I think I’m dying.” One of his hands came up, shaking, to grip the doorframe, “I think I’m about to… die.”  

The blonde sniffed visibly, “No… It’s clearly a heat,” he went to continue but his stomach dropped. It was an intense feeling that came on, causing him to grab the door and slam it in his friend's face. Warmth spread across his legs, down his cunt and up his spine, making him shiver, “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.”  

“...Curly?” Zoro asked from the other side of the door, “Are you dying too?” He was so out of it, because usually he’d at least make some sense. But now the moss-head was nothing more than incoherent babbles, leaning against his door and waiting for his roommate to appear again.  

Slick started to pool in Sanji’s panties, making them stick to his vulva and fuck wouldn’t it be nice if he opened that door and fucked Zoro then and- He shook his head and pressed his head against the door, exhaling a shaky breath. He had to stay in control, he couldn’t lose it. He couldn’t do something he would regret with someone he held so dearly.  

Sanji liked Zoro in every way that wasn’t normal. He was a kind, stupid, idiotic, pretty, stupid, man who knew nothing about basic manners. But he was Zoro, and God, it was hard to keep that door in between them. He didn’t want to ruin this with his desires, and he didn’t want his roommate to look at him the next morning with disgust.  

“Sanji… Come in please,” the omega heard a quiet voice from his green-haired friend on the other side of the door, “I really want you to be with me right now.” It sounded genuine, it sounded real. Not clouded with lust, not clouded with his heat.  

“That’s your heat talking, just give me a second. I think you triggered mine,” he forced out through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw to keep himself in check.  

At that the so-called beta wrenched the ironclad grip that his blonde friend had on the door from him, forcing the door open so they could stare at each other. Sweat ran down his tanned skin and his black eyes bore into Sanji’s blue ones, searching for something. Was it consent? Was it an answer? But an answer to what? Whatever Sanji said or was it an answer to Zoro’s own feelings he had neglected for so long? Because, fuck, spending his heat with his roommate sounded so good.  

“I always want you to be with me,” Roronoa whispered, extending his hand, “I don’t think that’s the heat. I think it’s my heat, idiot,” he pointed his other hand to his chest, pressing against the center as if he was pointing to his heart.  

Sanji tried to hold back a laugh but it tumbled from his mouth, the corners turning up into a pained smile, “I always want to be with you. But in a… different way,” he took his roommates hand, gasping when their skin met. It was electric and it was right. As if every moment in his life had led up to this, so they could touch each other like it was the first time again.  

“What way?” The moss-head slowly walked backward, pulling them into his room with ease.  

“Um…” The blonde looked away and closed the door, “Romantically?”  

Zoro stopped walking and looked down at their hands. They were interlaced, fingers against fingers, holding onto each other for dear life. As if when they broke it would be the end. He didn’t want it to break, he didn’t want it to end either. And the thought of being romantic with Sanji wasn’t unappealing at all. Especially with his arousal talking, it sounded pretty damn good.  

He then nodded, “I like that. Let’s do it, curly.” 

“Do… what?” Sanji narrowed his eyes, letting his mouth hang open for a moment. 

“Romance stuff, like holding hands or kissing,” He then paused, “...Can we kiss?” His black eyes widened, the new omegas other hand coming to clasp over their joint hands. He pulled the other man in closer, staring with something new. This was the lust. This was that overpowering lust he had been fighting off for half of this interaction, before it won and took hold of his body. This was the thing that Sanji had secretly hoped would take over so he could let go and do something. Let his hands wander, fondle, touch, grasp at any surface he could. 

Sanji nodded and their lips found each other, pressing together to make one person within an instant. Fuck it felt so good to kiss, pressing shallow pecks along both their mouths before it deepened. Before tongues lolled against one another and teeth collided. Pleasure spiked from this alone and, god, Zoro could’ve cum from this alone. The blonde's hands started to undo his own shirt, forcing the buttons off their holes and shrugging off the blue once he got a chance. His skin was perfect, made just for the green-haired male to run his hands along his newly flat chest. The scars were fresh but they were perfect, especially if they made Vinsmoke happy.  

“I like you,” Zoro broke apart the kiss to press a slobbery one along his roommate's jaw, pressing more down his neck, “Like a lot.” His hands came to hook onto the jeans holding back his friend's cunt, which he could smell. God, he could smell the pheromones. It hit him and he couldn’t get enough of it. It was sweet, it was so sweet. He wanted to lick along the scent gland once he found it, just to taste more of that liquor against his lips.  

“Marimo… I love you,” Sanji breathed out, helping him pull off his jeans and slick soaked panties. He was breathtaking, everything the other had imagined. A perfect pussy for a perfect omega, sticking out between his legs for Zoro to tease with two fingers.  

He looked up at his blonde roommate, falling onto his knees to get a better feel for his folds, “You love me, cook?” Zoro’s fingers felt around the plush vulva, finding his engorged clit and running it between his pads. He forced himself to stare up into the blue eyes staring back at him with affection and lust, instead of diving into that pretty pussy.  

“I think I do,” the blonde whispered, running his hand over green hair.  

“I love you,” Roronoa leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his pubic bone, not minding the blonde hair that laid there, “I want to have sex with you a lot … too.” His eyes were blown out with lust as he kissed, sloppy open-mouthed kisses along his skin, taking his time as he worked up, meeting his lover's face with a smile.  

“Yeah,” Sanji whined, grabbing the back of his neck to guide their mouths together, “Let me make this the best heat,” their lips met with fervor for longer than they should’ve, hands exploring lower and lower before he pulled back, “You’ve ever had.” 

Mouths pressed and hands grabbed, fondling every part they could grab until Zoro’s back was against the soaked mattress again. His legs spread, slicked folds shining in the dull light as his lover pried them apart with gentle fingers. He dipped down into the wetness, hooking his hand to see how the new omega would react. Slowly brushing against his G-spot, it was easy to get the moss-head to let out whines that sounded foreign on his lips, arching his back to the pleasure.  

Zoro was never someone who was submissive, but this heat was rendering his brain to nothing but mush. Mush that wanted the omega above him so bad. To live inside him and grab his body, pull him in and never let go. To mold their bodies and make him feel as good as he made the green-haired male. To make Sanji feel so good he can’t move, but instead whisper Zoro’s name like a chant- like a prayer. 

Sanji fingered him for a little while longer, slicking his hand until it was sopping. He pulled it back and licked along his digits, taking it into his mouth and making eye contact as he sucked. He looked overjoyed to taste the moss-head, wanting so badly to dive inside and eat him up. Devour him on a platter and never come up for air.  

“God, fuck me already,” Roronoa leaned his head back, turning it to rest on one of his shoulders as they gazed upon each other. The other loved to be a brat, loved to tease, even though they were both aware they both wanted to break the distance.  

Sanji knew that all too well, leaning forward to press a kiss on his lover's nose, “Be patient. I’m gonna make you feel so good…” His hand spread Roronoa apart as his legs shifted, the left hooking overtop the others right. They molded together, as he leaned forward and pressed their pussies together. His outer vulva and bottom growth rubbed circles along Zoro’s cunt, all with slow jerks of his hips. Wetness upon wetness squelched as the blonde started to ride the other, rocking back and forth continuously to satiate the burning in his lower stomach.  

“A-Ah~ You.. You’re… Oh my god…” Zoro gaped at him, two familiar hands coming to grab at his breasts and fondle them. Fingers squeezed his nipples, causing a surge of pleasure to drop into his aching clit.  

“I’m gonna.. Mm.. I’m gonna fuck you so good…” Sanji whined, pressing further to calm the itch that needed to be scratched deep inside him, “You’re gonna.. F-fuck.. Hahh.. You’re gonna be all taken.. Mm taken ca-care of..ha.. Hahh.. Mari-... Zoro…” His engorged clit found Zoro’s, pressing into it and massaging with the slow grinding of his hips. 

Zoro wrapped his arm around his lover's neck, bringing their faces together, “Sa-Say my name again.” He gritted through a tight jaw, bringing wet kisses to his neck, to his perfect scent gland. It tasted like sugar, becoming nothing more than a muddled shell of itself after he licked on it, kissed it, even nibbled a bit.  

The blonde moaned, “Z-Zoro… Fuck..” He squeezed Zoro’s tits together, digging his fingernails into the skin, picking up his pace, “Zoro… You’re doing so good..”  

“Y-Yeah?” He breathed out, wrenching Sanji into an open-mouthed kiss, tilting his head to tongue-fuck him with no remorse. They thrashed together, taking each other in- drinking each other in. To taste the blonde omega was better than any wine, any beer, anything he’d ever drank before. Fuck, Zoro needed him in every sense of the word.  

“Yeah,” the man pulled back to marvel at the man quivering underneath him. Slick and wetness dripped down his thighs, smearing against his skin and down into Zoro, melding their bodies together as one, “Zoro.. fuck you’re so-so .. so.. So good..” Their clits were twitching in turn, so full of hedonistic delight it was almost too much. Even still, they wanted more of that hot satisfaction. They needed each other until time ended.  

“Right there.. Yea-a-ah, that’s it,” Roronoa’s hand snaked to his lover's hip, pleading him to grind harder. It gripped his partner's skin and moved him, grating their heats together. His core was so close, so full to snapping and releasing fluids all over themselves. The coil that had wrapped itself in his stomach, buried deep with warmth was about to explode, dripping hot slick as they humped.  

“Please,” Sanji mewled, pressing their foreheads together, “Fuck I need this.. I need you.. I need.. Zoro.. Z-Zoro I need you,” tears were streaming down his cheeks, rutting his pussy as quickly as he could to get some gratification. If Zoro had any mind he’d be making fun of him, but his brain was so drunk off of his omegas scent he couldn’t do anything more than moan and attempt to jerk his hips in tandem.  

“I’m here,” he cooed, his free left hand coming to grab the blondes which were doing nothing more than flicking the others nipples. Their fingers interlaced and pressed into the mattress that creaked beneath their moving bodies, squeezing each other. The squeeze was to say this is real, at least they hoped it was. They both hoped this was reality and not some hyper realistic dream. Not something they could ever wake up from. 

“I-I need you,” Vinsmoke keened, thrusting his honeypot against Zoro’s, hitting that perfect spot. The green-haired male was so close to coming undone, pressing himself into the mattress for some kind of leverage. Something to keep that feeling going, that perfect angle that was making him barely hold back.  

“Y-Yeah.. I-I need you too.. f-f..mm.. Shit I’m.. I’m..” Zoro stuttered, his head falling back to loll against the bed.  

Within the minute he felt himself crash, coming undone and releasing his fluids against his lover. It was warm and it was sticky, coming out in squelching waves. He groaned, the hand on Sanji’s hip coming up to grab his omega behind the neck and bring him down into a kiss. It was something more tender than before, something touching- No, not touching, something intimate. Something that combined their souls and made them one, once and for all.  

His pussy was so sensitive as the omega kept humping him, mushing their folds together and using his spare hand to slide his fingers between the two for more friction. He found Zoro’s clit and started to rub on it, scissoring it between two fingers to get that delicate spot that melted underneath his touch.  

“I’m so close,” the blonde let out a cry, “God, I’ve- I’ve wanted this for so long,” his voice rasped against his throat. This was better than any vibrator or any dildo, any rabbit or any rose toy. It was hot flesh rubbing against hot flesh for some kind of release they both could give, they both knew they could. And they wanted to. Holy hell, he wanted to cum all over Zoro and fuck it back inside him.  

When Sanji did cum it was louder than his lover. His hips sputtered in tune, hot liquid dripping from his urethra on top of Zoro’s sloppy mound. It felt so good and freeing, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. As if the pleasure building in his gut exploded and cascaded down his front, into his core and flooded back into his face. He tried not to stop, to keep going but it was so much, too much for him.  

Without speaking, the blonde scooted back from the others cunt, much to a loud protest. He tried to gather as much of their joint slick on his fingers as he could, before sticking digit after digit inside Zoro. He was going to fuck his hot slick right back inside his omega if it killed him. Vinsmoke was going to fuck him so good, make his first heat so good. Make every second of side stepping and awkward banter worth it so they could consummate their love once and for all.  

“S-Sanji…” Zoro groaned, pressing his hips into the mattress and letting his back lift just a bit, “Wh… Mmm.. Don’t- f-fuck… Don’t stop..” He whined, something new but, fuck, it was hot. God, he was so hot when he was disheveled and begging for more. When he was covered in sweat and slick. When his pussy was throbbing and swollen, mercilessly begging for it to end but aching for it to continue. When his face was contorting into expressions, they both knew he couldn’t control, eyes crossing and tongue lapping out the side of his mouth.  

“Good.. g-good boy. Yeah, that’s it… You like my fingers?” Sanji smiled, letting four fingers get swallowed by his lover's pink walls.  

“Don’t get.. C-cocky,” the first time the whole night Zoro was conscious enough to make some sort of comeback, that was quickly drowned out with his mewling and whimpering for more, “Sanjiii,” he exhaled, “Fuck, you d.. Mm do so good.”  

Sanji leaned down, letting his tongue graze his marimo’s quivering clit as his fingers pumped in and out of his pussy, “Is this too much?” His tone was teasing but his question was genuine, beckoning an answer out of the other with another lick to that oh-so sensitive clitoris.  

“M-more… whole hand..” Zoro mumbled, nodding his head and spreading his legs back with his hands. He brought his knees up, holding his calves to his thighs to give Sanji better access to his pretty little core. Sanji, who slowly stopped fingering the other man to stare at him inquisitively.  

“Whole… hand?” He repeated, but he nodded.  

The four fingers were soon replaced by five when his thumb came to gently work his lover open, letting his knuckles pass through gummy walls. Sanji pinched his hand together, targeting that perfect g-spot that was swollen to the touch. It was just behind his clitoris and begging to be stroked and pet, begging to be abused by his digits. The slick made it incredibly easy to squeeze inside Zoro, painting the new omega’s thighs in clear wetness that the blonde couldn’t help but eye.  

Zoro let out a moan when his lover started to fist-fuck him, gently dragging his hand in and out past his entrance to stimulate his core. And he let out another moan when Sanji’s mouth found his inner right thigh, sucking and licking along the skin to clean up that mess. It wasn’t just open-mouthed kisses, fuck, he was making out with the skin. Passion behind his mouth as he bit and teased, licked, kissed, and sucked tenderly. His spare left hand came up on the front of his omega's thigh to his knee, then back down, sending goosebumps throughout the other.  

“You.. A-Ah~ God,” his groan was guttural, coming deep inside his chest, “You’re.. ha..hah.. I’m.. mm.. Shit..” Within seconds of being fucked with one whole hand, Zoro was cuming and squirting his hot wetness onto his lover. It came out in quick bursts, lightly spraying from his pussy and barely missing Sanji’s face.  

Although, the blonde wouldn’t have minded tasting him, especially when he was so lust-drunk on the moss-heads … everything. Everything Zoro did was making the omega ache, deep inside his bones. Even without the guise of it being purely sexual, it made him throb. He was full of pure unbridled affection for the idiot beneath him, who stared at Sanji as if he was looking at an angel on Earth for the first time in his life.  

Sanji slowly pulled out of him, making sure not to hurt him as he continued. When the other was emptied of fingers, that was when his lover leaned up and kissed him. Just as gentle and intimate as before, even more so now. They were bound, they were bound until time stopped. There was nothing that could tear their bond apart and create a rift between their bodies, between their souls. A hand came to cradle Zoro’s face, placing peck after peck on his smiling lips.  

“I love you,” Sanji smiled into the kiss, letting his teeth brush against his lovers, “I really love you.” His mouth trailed to Zoro’s eyes, kissing the lids and dragging down to his cheeks. He placed deliberate kisses on his face that were inching toward that new scent gland on his lover's neck.  

“I love you too,” their bodies entangled together in the pool of their wetness and slick, as Zoro’s heat finally began to subside. It would only be for now, but he’d relish in these gentle touches he was getting until he was blinded by arousal again. 

“You’re not just saying that ‘cause of your heat?” He heard the blonde omega murmur, laying atop his roommate and pressing his nose against the new scent gland. It was a foreign feeling to Roronoa, but it was pleasurable. More relaxing in this context, more soothing.  

Zoro wrapped his arms around the others back, letting his hands rest on the small of his back, “Definitely not.” He exhaled when Sanji licked a stripe against his gland, practically tasting the blonde's sweetness on his tongue. It became more prominent as he was scented, letting his eyes flutter closed to the calming sensation.  

“I wasn’t lying,” Vinsmoke muttered into the gland, bringing one finger to trace around the edge, “I really have wanted this for a long time.”  

“Honestly, me too,” the moss-head let out a yawn and nuzzled his head against his lovers, getting a low chuckle in response.  

“You have such a way with words,” he teased, pulling back to face Zoro again. The omegas hands came up and cupped his face, relishing in the warmth that radiated off of him, “I love you.”  

“I love you,” Zoro smiled back at him. Maybe being an omega wasn’t such a bad thing after all… 

[arimakes]

Chrissy Cunningham is a card-carrying people pleaser, although she doesn't quite know that yet. It takes a spontaneous hang out with Eddie Munson, an omega unlike any she's met before, to clue into just how much she doesn't know about herself.

She has a lot of fun figuring it out.

☀️

“Jesus. Has he ever heard of spit? Lube? First of all, it’s never too long if you're making your partner feel good. God, Chrissy, with the way you smell, like literal sunshine, he should be so lucky to spend all day and night between your thighs.”

Rubbing her hands together in her lap, Chrissy looks through her lashes at him.

“Is that what you would do?”

“I—” Eddie’s eyes flick down to her legs and back to her face. Biting his bottom lip, he nods slowly. “Fuck yeah, I would.”

Read it on AO3

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Title: Foundations Author: Johnathan Stern

F/F, Science Fiction, Meet Cute on Mars

Addison is browsing the stacks of the Valles Marineris Coprates Chasma University Memorial Library when she's shocked to find someone looking for the same obscure book about the history of space travel that is.

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Title: Worlds Apart (but Still Close) Author: Sanne Burg

F/M and M/M to F/M/M, Urban Paranormal, Confessions of Mutual Attraction, When in Doubt Fuck it Out

Flo is consistently frustrated with how her boyfriend Arthur's bodyguard Kacen is always watching her suspiciously. But when she discovers Arthur and Kacen in bed together, it casts a whole new light on the relationships between the three of them, and Flo finds herself considering possibilities that had never dawned on her before.

Patreon Releases

Title: Coffee For My Valentine? Author: Cedar McCafferty-Svec

F/F, Contemporary Romance with a Splash of Magic, Bookshop-slash-Coffee-Shop Meet-Cute, Heat Resistance for the Win

Valentine's day is invariably a disaster for Nissa. And when she starts this Valentine's work day by spilling coffee all over a new customer?

Maybe she should have just stayed in bed this morning.

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Title: Glass Slipper: A Dance Author: Cedar McCafferty-Svec

F/NB, Fantasy, Dating Royalty is Hard Even if Your Stepmother Isn't Evil, Attraction at First Sight, Getting to Know One Another

Going to the ball was Marienne's dream, but it still never occurred to her that she'd catch the eye of the Royal Heir Apparent. Their dance is a dream come true, and their walk around the gardens together helps demonstrate they could have a future together even putting perfect first-dances aside, but that doesn't mean things will be easy.

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Title: Into the Wyvern's Lair Author: Mikki Madison

F/F (Pre-Relationship), Fantasy, the Inherent Eroticism of Being Competing Mercenaries After the Same Mark (and the Same Pay Day)

Usually, Kella wouldn't take a job from a tiny podunk town in exchange for the risks of facing wyvern, but they're offering 25 gold pieces, and that's too much to resist. She doesn't expect the job to be that hard - it's not her first time facing a wyvern - but she also doesn't expect competition, in the form of a stubborn mage who has been hired by the same town at the same rate. But what she really doesn't expect is the wyvern...

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Title: Washer Wars: A Laundromat Feud Author: Samantha M. Piper

F/F, Contemporary Romance, Meet-Awkward, Sometimes the Only Difference Between Fighting and Flirting is Point of View

Every Saturday morning, before the crack of dawn, Dee goes to the laundromat to do her laundry alone and in the quiet, with her pick of the available machines.

Until the morning she's not alone anymore.

Truly, she doesn't know what's worse: the loss of her solitude, or that this intruder has taken the biggest washer.

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Title: Fool's Gold Author: Eliot Lovell

M/M (Pre-Relationship), Fantasy, Dragon Hordes and Lifelong Dreams, Hurt/Comfort

When Tomas sets off to defeat a dragon, he does so despite the aches and pains of growing older and a bum hip. Little does he expect that his attempt to be a valiant hero will be derailed prematurely when he's set upon by wolves. After they leave him unconscious in the woods, the last thing he expects is to be rescued and nursed to help. But he has one burning question: who found him, and why?

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Title: Escape Author: Sanne Burg

F/M + F/M Established Relationship with Partner Swapping, Contemporary Romance, Middle-Aged Characters, Friends with Benefits to Lovers

Anxiety means that it doesn't take much to push Liam into needing some quiet time to himself, and he's so appreciative of his wife Alice taking the initiative to get him that quiet time.

He's slightly less appreciative when their friends-with-benefits partner-swap married friends Dan and Lola show up, especially considering that it was finding RPF fanart of him and Dan having sex that triggered Liam's anxiety in the first place...

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Title: Old Kings and New Author: Lyonel Loy

M/M, Fantasy, Omega/Omega, Middle-Aged Characters, Bonding Over Shared Favorite (Rape Fantasy) Books

No one in their right mind would name Isemund king, but he's the only heir left, and so the council names him and then flees before the conqueror Caith can seize the castle.

Isemund is prepared to die at the hands of the invader.

Caith has other plans in mind.

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Title: Georgia Rain Author: R. L. Houck This is a sequel to the Patreon-exclusive story "Pretty 7 Days a Week"

F/NB, Contemporary Suspense, Reunion after a Long Separation, They Work Hard for the Money, You'll Never Guess How This Sex Romp Gets Interrupted...

Four years after the events of Pretty 7 Days a Week, Tomas, who has changed their name to Aster, has built themself a new, better life no longer working on the streets.

The last thing they expect is for Lydia to come sweeping back into their life. It's also the last thing they want...or so they keep trying to tell themself...

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[mitsundere]

gepard omegaverse headcanons

so this has been cooking in my head for quite a while now, but i've only just typed it up.

⚠️ cw : internalized homophobia , internalized discrimination against omegas (?) 

can be taken as reader-insert, gender-neutral, but there's one (1) mention of a hypothetical scenario where they have a vagina / ovaries. like 1-2 bullets only, about pregnancy. i'll put it in color red if anyone wants to avoid it. feel free to send me a message on how to word it properly, or if i should change anything

general headcanons

omega. smells like winter pine with a tad of cinnamon and a lingering floral scent. the more pleased he is, the more prominent the floral tones.

no one knows of his dynamic except for his family, and a few high-ranking senior officers and doctors of the guard (including the supreme guardian and pela, a family friend). he’s been raised as an alpha, and everyone in belobog sees him as one.

uses both scent-blocker patches and heat suppressants regularly. it’s a must for any member of the silvermane guards, especially those in the frontlines and on patrols. while his scent normally wouldn’t be a problem, it gets sickeningly sweet during pre-heats, so he has to use the patches. fortunately, he hasn’t experienced any problems with heat suppressants yet.

prefers to spend heats alone. while the original gepard wouldn’t even think of having a vacation for himself, in this verse he’s more likely to do it (whether he wants to or not). at least once a year, he tapers down his heat suppressants to maintain his body’s natural hormone cycle— letting him have his heat. 

he’s ashamed of it, wishes that he was born as something else. but it didn’t matter what he wanted. the people need him to be this indestructible shield for belobog. a powerful alpha, not… whatever he was right now. it’s even worse when he remembers how his sisters were both alphas. why was he the only one burdened with this? he tries not to think about it by drowning himself in work

with an alpha

it takes a while for him to warm up to them. after all, he’s been raised to act like one. he doesn’t want to give in to his instincts. it was a good thing he was pretty disciplined! (read as: used to not getting what he wanted / not being in control of his life)

you need to be a gentle alpha to win this captain’s heart. he still has to come to terms with and be more forgiving of himself. let him touch you freely. explore your scent glands and canines. it gives him a sense of control, making him more relaxed

steals your clothes. yes, even if you’re smaller than him. if you lose an article of clothing, it’s most likely with gepard as he stays at the restricted zone for months. be careful when sending him letters with items like a handkerchief, anything with your scent. he might just go into premature heat (and he’ll be sent home. whether this is a win or not is up for debate)

with a beta

the most comfortable match for gepard. there’s no pressure to conform with the standard alpha/omega partnership. he won’t accidentally go into heat with a you due to lack of a strong scent, and you won’t go crazy when you smell him. he can just be a normal person around you

your lack of strong scent won’t stop him from nuzzling into your scent glands, though. you do have a scent, it’s just a bit.. subtle. not overwhelming like an alpha’s or omega’s— and he’s obsessed with it. like drinking cold water on a hot and humid day, it has no taste but you can’t help but keep drinking it, right? be prepared for a lot of cuddling!! he’ll do anything to get a whiff of you

in my verse… unfortunately, if the beta has a vagina / ovaries / uterus etc. as their reproductive system, they cannot get an omega pregnant. they can get surgery for this, but i imagine it isn’t quite available in jarilo-vi yet

if this is the case, gepard would be quite sad as he wants a family. but maybe after a long talk, he’ll come to accept that there are other methods of having one.

with an omega

gepard appreciates that there’s someone who can understand him. raised in a conservative family (i imagine, have you read “landau’s choice?”), it would bother him first. internally. but he’ll come around later on to accept that he liked you.

afraid of exposing his dynamic at first. would you still accept him? he’s hidden his dynamic all his life. what if you leave him after? would you be disgusted at the idea of him, an omega, liking you, another omega? please be patient with him. he’ll tell you when he’s ready

being with you also makes his alpha upbringing come up. he thinks that you should be protected, and doesn’t mind if you use him as a shield for any other alphas that want you (one of the benefits of appearing as an alpha to the masses)

out of all the relationships/dynamics listed, i think this is the most likely one that doesn’t start off as love. it’s more of a shared comfort or friendship, and gradually becomes something more. 

[intensely-reading]

Something in the Air

Word Count: 3.9k words (1/1 Chapters)

Relationship: Alhaitham/Kaveh

Tags: Non-traditional omegaverse (specifically omega/omega), scenting, nesting, fluff, getting together, SFW a/b/o is my speciality now I guess

Summary:

“You shouldn’t be offering your home so easily to people who aren’t your… your…” he waves his hand helplessly, gripping the blanket like he���s trying to choke it. It’s terrible, he thinks, how much this place smells like Al-Haitham. It’s worse still that he loves the scent just as much as he did when he was younger. (A home only has enough space for two mates. Kaveh wonders why he’s in Al-Haitham’s.)

Written for the Haikavetham Gotcha for Gaza! 💜

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Author’s Comments:

I'm posting this tumblr promo months after I posted this and I'm sorry 😔 but with this story, all I'm missing is a beta Kaveh fic haha

This prompt looked like it had my name written all over it, so I think I've unintentionally become the SFW a/b/o writer, and you know what? I don't mind.

If you see heteronormativity parallels in this story, they were sort of intentional. Definitely something that I thought about while I was writing this story with this specific prompt

[schizosamwincester]

Good morning. Please consider omega/omega wincest.

Hunting is no job for omegas, obviously. Ghosts are generally fine, but anything worse will smell the slick and the hormones a mile away. John's had them both on heat suppressants and scent blockers since their first heats.

Sam came off them at Stanford. Hiding your secondary gender isn't very normal, after all. He gets right back on when Jess is gone. He tells Dean it's because he's hunting again, but that's not the truth. The truth is that he doesn't want to go through heat without his mate.

Dean never has. It's advised to have a natural heat at least every few years, but well... Who's gonna tell Dean that? It's not like he goes to the doctor. And even if he did, it's not like he'd listen. Dean has responsibilities. He's got hunting to do and family to protect. He can't be laid up for a week soaked in his own slick.

When they finally get together, Sam spends years trying to convince Dean that they should go off the blockers and rent a little cabin and have a heat together. Dean only relents when Sam says that he's going to do it whether Dean does or not, because it's been long enough that he needs to do it for health reasons. Dean can't just leave his Sammy to weather a heat alone, after all.

Of course, Sam's the one who's far, far more experienced at heats at this point, so he ends up being the one to help Dean. It's a lovely role reversal when compared to Sam's first heat, where Dean was sticking close by, making sure he ate and placing wet washcloths on his forehead. Dean had been so surprised, because obviously bold, defiant Sammy was going to be an alpha, but well... when that turned out not to be true, Dean took care of him like always. Now Sam is taking care of him, in more ways than one.

[omegaversehellscape]

Alpha/Omega relationship: sends good morning texts

Omega/Omega relationship: texts about random things at all hours

Alpha/Alpha relationship: haven’t texted in years, cold call each other to talk