#alpha features

[sergle]

Thank you for not being on the Cesar Millan shit. God, that man is a horrid piece of shit.

oh god,one of those hardcore negative reinforcement dog trainers? actually I just googled him and GODDDDD THIS FUCKING SHIT LMAO. alpha..... also aren't his dogs also reactive? didn't they attack some people

brother come on

[takaraphoenix]

The Clever One

(this is a sneak peek for the Steter fic I'm currently working on, where Stiles realizes in season 1 that Peter's canon behavior toward him is strange, how he never hurts Stiles, never tries to kill him, offers Stiles a choice. He comes to the conclusion that he's Peter's mate. So he sets conditions for Peter, leading to a season 2 rewrite with Alpha Peter. and Alpha Mate Stiles, rebuilding the Hale Pack together.)

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Stiles walked into the broken, burned out husk of the Hale House like he owned the place. Just to be stopped by a hand on his chest and blue eyes flashing at him from Derek’s annoyed face.

“What are you doing here, Stiles,” Derek growled.

“I’m here to talk to your glorious Alpha,” Stiles tilted his head with an uncaring air.

He was not going to let Derek threaten him. Sure, in the past his heart would jump and he would be afraid, even if he still helped Derek out. Right now, Stiles was fully confident in his own safety. Derek narrowed his eyes in irritation, smelling or hearing that Stiles wasn’t intimidated.

“You fought him, in the hospital. You fought him to protect me,” Stiles argued with a frown. “He killed your sister, Derek. Why did you join him?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Derek was close to snarling.

“Try me,” Stiles threw up his hands. “I understand a lot more than you think.”

This time, Derek did snarl. Just to receive a warning growl from upstairs. A cocky grin spread over Stiles’ lips. He’d known the Alpha was here too. He’d known that as long as Peter was close by, Derek wouldn’t get to do any threatening or bodily harm. The beta ground his teeth and stepped back. Hah. Oh, Stiles was absolutely going to revel in the fact that he now outranked Derek. Alpha Mate beat out the Alpha’s right-hand. His grin turned a note of shit-eating.

“He was in a coma for six years. Slowly healing. Aware of everything around him. You couldn’t understand what that is like for a wolf, especially…” Derek swallowed hard, looking away. “Everyone was dead, me and Laura were gone. He was alone with it all.”

“He went insane,” Stiles nodded. “I feel like we established the insanity part in the hospital. You fought him in the hospital. I want to know what changed since then.”

“He’s still healing,” Derek’s voice dropped even more. “He wasn’t fully healed when he killed Laura, he was… feral. Acting on instincts. Seeking to get better. Becoming Alpha… did that.”

Stiles could hear it. He could hear the despair in Derek’s voice. Stiles closed his eyes and heaved a soft sigh. Asking Derek was useless, Derek desperately wanted to believe this. Because what was the other option? That his only living family had willingly, or even joyfully, murdered Derek’s sister? No. Of course did Derek cling onto the hope that things could get better now.

“Okay,” Stiles sighed. “You can go now, Derek.”

The beta stared at him incredulously. “You don’t tell me what to do, Stiles. Werewolf, human. We established this. Why do you think you can tell me what to do, in my own home.”

With all the confidence he could muster did Stiles raise his head, not cowering, holding Derek’s gaze with a calm pulse. “Because Alpha Mate outranks right-hand.”

And oh this felt good. Stiles smirked cockily. Even as a not werewolf, he could feel the tension in the air. The shocked look on Derek’s face – genuine shock, meaning Derek hadn’t put it together yet and Peter hadn’t told him, oh damn, Derek hadn’t even known. A laugh barked out from upstairs.

“I knew you would figure it out on your own. I didn’t think so soon though,” Peter sounded both amused and nearly fond. “Leave us, Derek.”

Grounding his teeth together, Derek shot his uncle one last look before he headed out. Peter only walked into view at the top of the stairs after they could hear the Camaro roar to life and drive off.

“Tell me that he’s right,” Stiles ordered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tell me that you are still healing. Getting better. Because, you know, the bit where you mauled one of my best friends-”

“She was all over you,” Peter growled, his eyes flashing red. “You were all over her.”

Stiles swallowed, the cockiness cracking some. Not because the growling and red eyes intimidated him, but because of how much they turned him on. No one had ever been possessive over him. Heck, no one had ever been interested in him. Sure, Lydia had gone to Homecoming with him in the end, but that had been more coercion from Allison and pity than Lydia actually wanting him. Lydia still wanted Jackson. Still loved Jackson. Might always love Jackson.

Peter cleared his throat, all calm and professional again. “I am still healing. The outside heals the fastest, it’s… the inside that needs more time, even with wolf-healing. A large part of me is still very… feral and reduced to base instincts. I attacked her because my inner wolf felt threatened by her, threatened by the way she was making advances on my mate.”

Stiles’ heart jumped a little at that. So he had figured it out, but actually hearing himself referred to as Peter’s mate was something else entirely than figuring it out on his own, for himself. Stiles bit down on his cheek, his arms tightly crossed in front of his chest. Part of him was grateful Peter was still at the top of the stairs. Physical distance between them. This whole conversation was a lot. Though Stiles had come to the realization that he was Peter’s mate, he had not fully come to terms with that fact. He didn’t know what to do with it, or what it could or should or would mean.

“I’m not going to do anything to you,” Peter’s voice was soft, which might be the weirdest part of this entire conversation. “Or with you. Not yet. You’re more child than man, Stiles. But I can already tell why my wolf chose you as my mate. You are clever. Brilliant. Tricky. Manipulative. Cunning. Quick-witted. All the qualities I cherish the most.”

Stiles couldn’t help but flush at that. “Yeah, well, don’t make it sound like that’s your grand gesture there, I am not exactly tripping over myself trying to get into your pants either. You turned my best friend into a werewolf, without his consent – even though you proved that you are capable of asking for it when you asked me if I wanted the bite – and you mauled Lydia. I’m not considering you Prince Charming. And from what my research showed, a werewolf mate-bond is something that strengthens and grows over time. So, I guess, you still have time to prove yourself.”

Peter quirked his lips, looking absolutely amused by him. “Prove myself, mh?”

“Again. Maiming and mauling of people I love,” Stiles narrowed his eyes. “You say you don’t want anything romantic or sexual with me yet, but this mate-bond thing is a life-long bond. At one point, you will. Because you’re the wolf here. You can feel it. So, if you want me to be on the same page by then, you better prove yourself to me.”

The grin on Peter’s lips looked near amazed or excited and Stiles didn’t know what to do with that. It was like the Alpha enjoyed being challenged, enjoyed that Stiles wasn’t just swooning at the prospect of having a soulmate, but gave Peter conditions to earn it. Weird.

“You’ve seen what I’m capable of,” and it was clearly implied here that Peter didn’t just speak of his werewolf abilities but morally, the depth of the things he was willing to do. “So tell me then, what do you think you can demand of me?”

“What I think I can demand of you? Pretty much anything, as long as it’s about me,” Stiles huffed amused, cocking his head. “You can’t hurt me. I mean, physically can’t. And I think that… even emotionally, you couldn’t, not intentionally. Heck, part of me thinks that you turning Scotty was for me, in a twisted, weird way, because your wolf could smell me all over him, thought it would appeal to me if you had my best friend in your pack. And Lydia. You attacked her irrationally, feral and threatened, but when I asked you to let someone come and help her, you agreed. Because you saw how much her condition was getting to me. I think I can ask pretty much anything of you.”

“Manipulative,” Peter pointed out, and he sounded proud and impressed and pleased. “Well, then.”

“You will never lay a hand on anyone I love again,” Stiles eyes were hard and his voice was cold, his body-language conveying how serious he was. “Not my dad, not Scott, not Scott’s mom, not Lydia. Reign your possessive wolf instincts in. She’s not interested in me anyway. If you ever hurt any of them again, I will put a wolfsbane bullet in you myself.”

“Threatening,” Peter smirked. “Cute.”

“I’m not joking,” Stiles frowned annoyed. “I’m the sheriff’s son. I know how to use a gun. And I know where to get wolfsbane bullets from.”

The playfulness left Peter when he realized that Stiles needed to be taken seriously here. “Okay. Noted down. I don’t plan on hurting my pack anyway. Of which Scott is a part of now, whether he likes it or not. And Lydia, well, the cuts were deep so who knows if she will end up joining my pack too. Your father is safe, I promise you that.”

There was still quip and snark in his voice, but that last sentence was spoken with sincerity and Stiles nodded pleased. “No more turning anyone without their consent. Scott hates this, hates being a werewolf, if he’d had a choice he would have said no. I get that a pack of three isn’t going to do you much good, I know you’re going to turn more people, strengthen the pack. But everyone you bite will first be informed of both the good and the bad, they will be given a choice, and that choice is going to be respected by you. The way you gave me a choice, and respected it.”

“I have no problem with that condition,” Peter waved a dismissive hand. “Scott is more trouble than he is gain to me, as is. A beta who doesn’t want to be a werewolf is not an asset to the pack. Betas who are loyal to their Alpha, who will be willing to listen to their inner wolves, will be assets. I only turned him out of instinct, the need to strengthen my pack while not being… mentally there enough to actually think things through. Believe me, I will plan out my pack in the future.”

“Our,” Stiles corrected unflinchingly. “Alpha Mate. Makes this my pack too, doesn’t it?”

The look on Peter’s face was nearly smug with delight. “Our pack.”

[5qui99l3draws]

*does the 3D equivalent of doodling a big sparkly eye in the margins of your class notes*

[puppetmaster13u]

Teefers

I did a thing. Half for the many ramblings of mine & @golden-buddle that we've done lol, and half for other ideas too lol. So have some teeth (and a teen Bruce lol)

Pups/Kids have the same sort of teeth as other people. Or rather they have the same baby teeth. Probably. Who knows maybe they have two sets of baby teeth and they do end up getting lil baby fangs.

[varpusvaras]

With too many men down for the count for one reason or another, Fox has to take a mission off-planet, escorting Senators to a meeting that could help them secure more allies to the Republic. Unfortunately for Fox, something that shouldn't go wrong goes wrong, and proceeds to throw his entire life off-axis, while he is lightyears away from the Guard's base. Of course, it all happens right in front of his crush, because the Universe hates Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard.

Omegaverse AU, with Bail/Breha/Fox!

[aquared]

i really liked the idea of both of them going dog tier in reference to the whole bec prototyping ordeal in the b1 session ( albeit with 2 different types of non-omnipoterrier dogs rather than , yknow ) it’s probably really the most cheesy and out there thing i’ve thought of for this au so far but ……. i …… don’t …. care !!

[samanddean76]

Dean is an up-and-coming musician, who along with his brother Sam, has finally started to make waves with their band, The Quarrymen. Little does he know that the perfectly innocent Omega sitting in the front row of The Cavern Club, watching him perform with an enchanting smile, is the True Mate he has been longing for his entire life.

Castiel can hardly believe his luck, when he and Gabriel are invited backstage after the show. Once Gabriel slips away with Sam, Castiel is left alone with the incredibly handsome Alpha who spent the entire show singing every single song to him. But the club is raided before they can cement their bond, and Castiel is forced to flee into the night.

Whisked away by an overprotective mother, Castiel doesn’t know if he will ever see Dean again. He seeks solace in writing his poems, and fervently wishes that one day he will be reunited with the man he loves, not knowing that destiny and fate are working to bring the separated mates back together.

Link to AO3 | Link to Art

This story was created as part of the Destiel Beatles MiniBang and the lovely art was created by @hexentaenzerin and I want to thank them so much for all of their hard work!

[valka-arialitan]

He forgot about it. His crew didn't.

[002yb]

if you're up for it, could you say more about infertile alpha dick? or recommend any fics?

It's a detail about himself that Dick keeps close to his chest

Went through all the stages of grief over it. Straddles the line between acceptance and resignation because Dick has a complicated relationship with how he feels about having a family of his own

On the one hand, no. Absolutely not. He's aware of the lifestyle he chooses to live and he's conscious of the fact that he won't give it up for anything. Doesn't matter how he wants or yearns for something - Dick chooses vigilantism and he won't put his mate/his pup/any child through that stress/potential for danger/capacity for loss. Dick's life isn't conducive for stability or happiness (he doesn't deserve it).

On the other hand, yes. Please, yes. Because Dick has always wanted a love like his parents. He's nostalgic for the family that was taken from him too soon. He wants a mate, a pack, pups. A whole litter of them - a circus of his own.

The softest alpha when he comes across an expecting omega; always unwittingly lights up because of it.

The same goes for pups. Dick adores them. Is good with them. They congregate around him because he's fun, sure, but more than that it's this hindbrain thing of recognizing safety

Dick doesn't think he'd make a good alpha, let alone a good dad; he doesn't recognize that a lot of people already see him that way in both regards

When anyone asks about his plans for that part of his future, he deflects. He's good about it; discreet. Some people pick up on it before others, but regardless of who figures something might be wrong, Dick doesn't want to talk about it. It's forgotten about, soon enough. A secret for Dick to keep.

It's a bit painful when people talk about what a lovely family he'll have one day though because he knows that's not in the cards for him. It's not even a choice.

It's for the better though, he lies to himself. Again and again.

Basically longing x10000000 but Dick will deny that

Dickjay Portion:

Dick lays with his head on Jason's stomach a lot. His ear pressed to Jason's abdomen, arms wrapped loose around him as Jason scratches his fingers through Dick's hair

Spaces out a lot like that. Thinking of what a beautiful mother Jason would make. How if there was anyone for Dick to share that with - but he cuts the thought off there because it hurts. He nuzzles into Jason's stomach and forces his thoughts elsewhere.

Meanwhile Jason is internally cursing up a storm because fuck, Dick's head on his stomach like this is sweet. It's like what Jason has imagined Dick would do if Jason was -- if Jason could -- and he gets self-conscious because Jason can't give that to Dick

Basically them both making assumptions and wanting each other to be happy without realizing they're experiencing the same struggles

When they do share the truth with each other though - fuck.

Relief but also empathy and heartache and devastation for one another. Jason bringing Dick down to rest Dick's head on Jason's chest and just holding him. Because Jason is stricken by the loss on Dick's behalf. Because he's not blind. Dick can say what he wants; he can lie, but Jason sees how this man wanted that life and he can't have it. Even if Jason wanted it for himself and could give it - Dick can't.

Not getting into adoption debate here. Because guilt complex so big neither of them could pick one and leave others. That aside, concept is different from practice either way. Their lives are too dangerous and they know firsthand what it is to be damned by their livelihoods - this community.

Dickjay, but the comedic bullet point that doesn't really match the rest of the vibes here:

Dick is a kinky guy he mourns the loss of not being able to make Jason plump with his litter of pups it's just kind of tragic

Extras:

Some world where he meets Mar'i somehow and it devastates him. Not in any way that breaks him, but his heart is so full that he sure it bursts. He'd be so awestruck by her. Tender and soft and proud because she's wonderful - sweet girl.

Less niche, more general. Where Dick still helps Roy get baby Lian. Just Dick holding this precious pup to his chest, supporting her and smelling the top of her head for that pup smell and being so in love and the pup isn't even his. Dick not being so much reluctant to let go, but struggling with it all the same because he wants this; he wants and wants and wants. But it's okay because Roy treats Lian just as dear and Dick loves to see his friend have that happiness. That besides, Roy lets Dick stay. Dick gets to help look after and raise her. It's not the same, but Dick is happy for it regardless.

This idea of soft and sweet alpha!dad Dick lives alongside a separate headcanon that Dick would be the sort of dad that is peak casual. Just holding pups like footballs and rigging up questionable contraptions to keep the babe occupied while he works on something.

Oh geez this ask is becoming about Dick and babies more than anything I'm sorry but like. Dick doing pushups and kissing the top of his kid's head every time he lowers himself down? The baby giggling and smacking his face?? Meanwhile Jason is sat a little ways away, completely enamored and endeared and oops - here comes the baby fever; pup him the fuck up, please.

Only not because this is an infertile!alpha!Dick ask. Big sad.

[three-headed-monster]

NOBODY UNDERSTANDS THAT HE DID THIS FOR ME AND ME ALONE

[theseventhsmilingfriend]

I haven’t drawn most of these characters ever

[artanogon]

in honor of me finding out on a wednesday at 10:30 pm that the official animal jam instagram posted greelbert content

[lossie92]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Hatake Kakashi, Omega Umino Iruka, Protective Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka Needs a Hug, Minor Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Physical Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Mizuki Is His Own Warning, Eventual Smut, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: When the relationship between Iruka and Mizuki comes to a violent and sudden end, Kakashi steps in to pick up the pieces.

[ragnarokhound]

how goes your wip

The bad news is, werewolf wip is on hold because I have lost control of my life.

The good news is, I am almost done with the reason I lost control of my life. the worse news is that it's aob:

“Jason, what is this?”

Jason looks up at Tim from across the kitchen table in Wayne Manor, brows scrunched and mouth twisting around his own mouthful of omelet in a grumpy frown. He doesn’t bother swallowing first, and bits of egg fly out when he replies.

“The fuck’s it look like?”

Tim eyes him, kinda grossed out, but mostly confused. It’s too early for this. “It looks like you made me breakfast?”

Jason looks between Tim and the frankly beautiful ham-and-mushroom omelet steaming on the plate he’d put down in front of Tim about two minutes ago. Tim had been so absorbed in his coffee and waking up, that he hadn’t quite clocked it at first. That it was very likely meant to be for him.

“If you don’t want it—” Jason says, a weird note in his voice as he reaches out.

Tim hauls the plate in close, grabbing the fork and hunching over it protectively. “That’s not what I said.”

[kueble]

This is too long to post here, but please check it out on ao3. This was meant to be a quick smut fic and it grew into nearly 20k of angst, fluff, and smut. These boys got crazy on me lol.

Explicit. Warnings: a/b/o, knotting, intersex omegas, heat fic. 20,000 words

Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel

Stars by the Pocketful

Summary: Geralt brings Jaskier home with him to Kaer Morhen with the intent on mating during his next heat. Spending time with Eskel leads to some interesting new feelings, but it all works out in the en

[heresmytale]

screaming crying throwing up about criminal minds subverting the “man takes woman’s glasses off and suddenly she’s pretty” trope