#daughter of omega and alpha

[daughterofthealphaandtheomega]

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Normal day with Sparda Family🗣️⁉️

[the-heartlines]

just a queen and her sister wives <3

[hawkinsbnbg]

There was a line somewhere between wanting to court a handsome omega and keeping everything professional. Eddie wasn't always good at following the rules.

Eddie got a German Shepherd and brought it to Steve Harrington—an expert in teaching dogs manners—through Chrissy's recommendation.

After some talking, they agreed to meet up twice a week for the training.

And despite Eddie's hectic schedule, he always made time for Stev– his buddy—Benny (Benjamin).

If his gaze always lingered on Steve a little too long, then no one was the wiser.

No, Eddie didn't have a thing for Steve—a six-foot-tall and well-built omega.

Who smelled like dark chocolate.

Who wore striped polos, tight jeans, and military boots to work.

Who already had some white streaks in his hair.

Who would chuckle, eyes crinkling warmly, whenever Eddie cracked some silly jokes.

Eddie didn't enjoy how packed, or how older and taller Steve was than him.

Eddie didn't wish he would be in Benny's position sometimes.

Eddie didn't want to lick Steve like a lollipop to see if the omega would taste as mouthwatering as his scent.

Eddie didn't want to get on his knees for Steve so he could be called 'good boy'.

Eddie didn't ask for Steve's number and wasn't glued to his phone until the omega replied to his text that night.

Eddie didn't send Steve photos and videos of him at work to prove how capable he was.

Eddie didn't ask Steve out on a date after only two weeks, didn't agree to take things slow despite his desperation, and didn't melt into a puddle when Steve kissed him good night.

He didn't love making Steve smile, laugh, and giggle or miss Steve terribly whenever they couldn't meet.

Eddie didn't spend his rut with Steve for the first time and pop his knot in an instant the second Steve sat on his cock.

Eddie didn't get drunk on the dark chocolate scent and confess how much he yearned to build a family with the omega.

Eddie didn't cry in joy when Steve returned his feelings, looking so smoking hot and gorgeous while riding him into oblivion.

When it was Steve's heat, he didn't try to knock his sweetheart up, or fall in love all over again when they exchanged their mating bites.

Eddie didn't hold an extravagant ceremony to announce to the world that he finally found his mate.

Eddie didn't grin like an idiot every time he gazed at the gold bands on Steve's and his ring fingers.

Eddie didn't thank Benny at all for getting him and Steve together.

Except, Eddie had done all of that.

And now, he was holding his lovely daughter in his lap as they both watched Steve playing chase and catch with Benny.

"Dada, Dada," she giggled and wiggled eagerly as she tried to clap and cheer for Steve.

"Isn't Dada the best, hm?" Eddie chuckled at her high spirit. "Let's go tell him how awesome he is, alright, Lottie?"

"Dada," she nodded with a toothless smile and wrapped her arms around his neck as he stood up from the chair.

Then, he waved at Steve to let him know they were coming over.

Steve greeted him with a chaste kiss before turning his attention to their daughter. "Hey there, Little Princess."

"Dada," she turned and made grabby at him.

Once she was in Steve's arms, she smacked his cheek with a loud smooch. Steve returned the gesture with the same enthusiasm before smiling at Eddie.

"Wanna join us, handsome?"

"Your wish is my command, Highness," Eddie grinned and bowed slightly, earning himself an amused laugh from Steve.

As Eddie engulfed both his husband and his daughter in a bear hug, he glanced down at Benny who was resting by their feet and looking as pleased as punch.

"Thanks, buddy," Eddie mouthed at him.

"Woof!" Benny wagged his tail merrily.

You're welcome, bro.

[tojisun]

ok last one. alpha johnny loves omegas, but he also loves the thrill of making an alpha submit.

alpha price is traditional; heavy preference for omegas. but recently, he’s been eyeing that beta chick who works at the tattoo shop in the outskirts of the city.

[3xamenace]

sometimes I just need to write an omega mom absolutely obsessed with her alpha daughter's big cock

[nburkhardt]

here to share something I’ll never post because it was just for myself but it’s one of the funniest things I’ve written.

Backstory: omegaverse, teenage parents steddie, steve wasn’t involved with upside down (well he did go to the Byers but noped out when he found out he was pregnant!) and only Eddie’s friends know. (Steve dropped out of Hawkins High, never really met The Party)

Anyway enjoy ~

Lunch rolls around and he’s listening to Grant and Jeff whine about not seeing Eleanor after Gareth bragged about seeing her. He rolls his eyes, “you do know she’s still sick, right? He only got to see her, he couldn’t even hold her”

That causes his two friends to shut up and Gareth laughs, “they can’t help it Ed, she’s just so adorable”

“Who’s adorable?”

He looks up and finds Dustin and Lucas sitting down, “eh just my-“

“His baby….cousin” Gareth

“His…cat” Jeff

“I don’t know who we’re talking about are we even sure it’s a she?” Grant

Eddie rolls his eyes and pointedly stares at Grant, because, what the fuck kind of excuse is that? He looks between the two freshmen and thinks ‘at least it’s not Wheeler Jr.’

So he clears his throat and catches all of their attention, “Gareth’s right, she is my baby….cousin” both Gareth and himself had a ridiculous long pause between the words, “she’s sick right now and only so many people can hold her”

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I’m not quite confident enough to post anything more than small snippets of my abo fics (I’m a fucking sucker for these okay?!)

if anyone wants to use this or wants to know more, you can always message me or send me an ask!

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, war hostage Lucerys)

For those who don't know:

Muña - mother (Lucerys)

Kepa - father (Aemond)

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Alysanne Targaryen was nervous. Today was a special day, and she wanted to look absolutely perfect. She wore a black and blue dress (she received hesitant stares from the seamstress, but they were her favorite colors, her muña said she looked best in his colors, and her kepa said she could ask for whatever she wanted), her hair braided to look like a crown on her golden head, and a sapphire necklace with a seven pointed star her grandmother gave her on her eighth name day.

She was the first to arrive for dinner, and sat down at her designated spot. She nervously twisted the necklace, glancing eagerly at the door.

The next to arrive was her kepa, who changed from his dragon riding clothes to one suitable for tonight, though Alysanne pouted a bit when she noticed he wore a green shirt. True, she didn't notice it was green until he was close enough, but that didn't change the fact he wore green. She knew just how much it made her muña unhappy.

Before she had the chance to ask him to change, the door opened to reveal her muña. She stood up to greet him by curtsying, wanting to show her how much she improved from last time.

She felt a warm, gentle hand patting her head, and the scent of salty sea and lemons wrapping around her. She looked up to see her muña smiling at her, pride in his eyes. Like her, he wore an all black dress, and a neck guard decorated in sapphires. What shocked her was the fact that he had a larger stomach than last moon, where she last saw him.

She took his hand and guided him to sit next to her, ignoring her kepa's frowning face. Muña usually sits in front of her, right beside her kepa. She wanted to be closer to her muña tonight though. It was the only time she gets to see him outside of his chambers, without his guards following his every move. Besides, he willingly sat next to her, and her kepa didn't say anything, so it must be fine.

The dinner was how it usually was, her muña asking her about her life, how she fared in her studies, if she had any trouble with them, how she was feeling everyday. He always placed the best parts of every meal on her plate, which she delightfully accepts. She answered all his questions, asking her own, basking in his presence. Her kepa, as usual, was silent, watching them as they conversed, a strange look in his eye she couldn't really describe. Other than asking her to pass certain meals, he stayed quiet, allowing Alysanne to completely relax and talk to her muña about anything and everything she could think of.

Dinner ended perfectly, no shouting, no glares, no tears. Alysanne was very pleased with how both her parents were behaving (they were both ignoring each other's presence, only ever talking to her, but at least they weren't fighting like her earlier dinners with them). Soon, it was time for her to get ready for bed, and she walked as slowly as she could, so she could continue talking to her muña (she guesses that muña wanted to continue talking with her as well, because he said nothing about their snail-like pace to her chambers). Her kepa was like a shadow, following behind them.

When they finally entered her room, she asked her muña to help her with her curly hair like he has always done, complaining that the septas didn't know what they were doing. Her muña agreed, waited for her to finished bathing, before washing her hair gently, carefully drying it, pouring oil and styling it for bed. Alysanne enjoyed this ritual the most, loving her muña's hands on her hair. He didn't comb roughly like the septas, nor did he complain about her hair's volume and curls. When she was dressed and ready, she eagerly patted jumped on the bed, and patted the empty spot next to her.

Her muña took a little longer to get comfortable (his larger stomach making it difficult to find a good position), and when he finally relaxed, she handed him the story book of the night. It was her favorite, a book about dragons. It was also the longest book she had. Not that she planned for that, of course. Not at all.

She loved her muña's voice, so sweet and warm, only for her. She snuggled as close as she could, enjoying the warmth and her muña's scent. He played with her hair fondly, petted her head and occasionally used his hands to exaggerate the details, making her giggle.

She fought to keep her heavy eyelids open, fought to stifle her yawns, and fought to keep her mind awake and alert.

Unfortunately for her, she was a comfortable child on a comfortable bed snuggling close to her comfortable muña, who was reading to her with a comfortable voice. By the time they were halfway done, she was already asleep.

Aemond, who was leaning against the wall the entire time, approached after making sure she was asleep. Lucerys kissed both her cheeks and her forehead, whispered sweet things in High Valyrian, knowing that his time with her is now ending.

He glanced at Aemond, a silent plea in his eyes, but Aemond's face remained unchanged. Lucerys sighs, hugging his daughter one last time, inhaling her sweet childish scent, before slowly crawling out of her bed.

He stood proud and tall, ignoring Aemond's gaze, only looking back to see her sleeping figure, before leaving her room once again.

Outside the room, the guards followed the pair of dragons back to Lucerys' cage.

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When Alysanne woke up the next day, she wanted to cry, looking for her missing muña, his scent still on her bed, but his side was already cold. She knew it was foolish of her to hope he would stay for the night, that she would open her eyes to see him sleeping next to her. It had only happened on special occasions, like her name day, but she still hoped he would stay a little longer. She sighed unhappily, but she had to get up to start her lessons with the septas. She had to mentally restart counting again.

30 days before she gets to be with muña again. 30 days before they get to eat dinner as a family. 30 days. She only needed to wait for 30 days.

She hates it.

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Update: part 2

[oceansssblue]

Since you asked for ideas:

Omega building her first nest and being confused about it as she hasn't been properly educated about it and alpha comforting/explaining it to her

With lots of fluff 💕

Weeeell I honestly had questions here. I didn't know wether you were refering to Omega as in tbb character, or omega as in second genre in omegaverse... Perhaps you saw omegaverse requests and didn't notice this was mainly a sw blog?

Anyways, I decided to go with platonic Omega & Hunter, so buckle up for a dose of sweetness. Enjoy!

Xx, Blue.

"GUIDE: TO BUILD A NEST" – platonic (o) Omega & (a) Hunter

WARNINGS: the usual omegaverse shit; Omega pre-heat, slight panic, Hunter in dad mode. Fluff fluff fluffff. 💖

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In their small apartment in Pabu, the Batch was split into two bedrooms. Tech, Echo and Wrecker shared the biggest one; while Hunter and Omega slept on the other. Omega was enchanted with their little new home; she had never had one before, and it warmed her heart to have their own space for her small family. They might be running away from the Empire; but with the Batch, Omega had never been happier.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she yawned quietly and padded back to her bedroom. Hunter was sleeping on his own bed, placed closest to the door; while Omega's took the spot under the window. She had picked it herself; wanting to see the stars from her bed.

She climbed onto her matress, still sleepy; trying to fix the tangled bedsheets back into place. She attempted to make the pillow fluffier; and then layed down to try to shut an eye again.

Minutes passed by; but sleep never came for her. She rolled in bed, trying to find a good position; but she was uncomfortable as hell. She sat down in the matress, growing frustrated; trying to arrange everything again so she could finally go back to sleep. It didn't work; she just wasn't fully comfortable, for whatever reason she couldn't exactly pinpoint. Omega sighed.

"What's wrong?" Hunter's sleepy voice rumbled from his own bed, adjusting his body position to watch her. "Nightmare?"

Omega shook her head.

"No. I can't fall back asleep, this bed is so uncomfortable".

Hunter frowned. She had had no trouble sleeping there before, for a few months now in between their misions. It didn't make sense that this discomfort was to start now. Perhaps she was just nervous. Or worried. Hunter hummed.

"Why's that?" He asked, anyways.

Omega shrugged.

"I don't know. I've tried to re-arrange the bedsheets and pillow around, but it doesn't really help much. I feel like there's too much space. Like I'm too small for a bed this big. And the single pillow doesn't help".

Something about Omega's choice of words ringed an idea on Hunter's head. He stood up and walked closer to her; trying to pick up a difference in her scent.

"Ah" he caught up onto it, smiling understandingly. "You're just preparing to present. You'll have your first heat in a day or two, and your body is telling you to build a nest".

Omega blinked, stunned. After processing Hunter's words, nervousness and pannick started to mix inside of her. She hadn't done this before. She was scared. What was going into heat going to be like? What... What did she have to do? Was it going to hurt? What if...?

Hunter noticed her breathing and heart speeding; so he slowly placed a warm hand on her shoulder, squeezing softly.

"Hey" he made her look up at him. "It's going to be okay. We might not be omegas, but we've all had an experience with one or two. Plus, we have Tech. You know he's ready for everything".

That last comment made Omega smile; and she nodded quietly.

"So what do I do, now?" She asked, lost.

Hunter glanced around the room.

"Let's change things up a bit. Omega's usually feel more comfortable when their nest is built up in a secluded space; open ones are more difficult to defend, more exposed. Let's push your bed to the corner of the room".

"Away from the window" Omega blurted, and Hunter smiled in understanding.

"Sure".

They tried to be as quiet as possible; and soon Omega's bed was in the corner of the room. She felt herself relaxing instanctly.

"Here, take my bedsheets and pillow too" Hunter passed them to her. "Arrange them however feels right to you".

Omega nodded, and worked on her new task dilegently. The two pillows formed a semi-circle propped against the wall; while the bedsheets completed it on the opposite side. She nodded back at Hunter in acceptance.

"Do you need something else?" He asked gently.

Omega bit her lip. She didn't want to be an inconvenience but...

"Can we cuddle? Just for a bit?"

Hunter chuckled quietly.

"Of course. Let's jump in, mm?"

Hunter sat down inside the nest, legs splayed; gesturing Omega to cuddle under his left arm. She smiled, feeling comforted. Now this was starting to feel right. She just needed one more thing, though...

"I miss them" she whispered to him.

"The guys? They're just on the other room..."

Omega shrugged. She knew that, logically. But she couldn't help but want them here too...

"I'll go ask them" Hunter accepted, leaving a small kiss on top of her head before walking out of the room.

Omega waited restlessly.

She heard the boys groaning awake and then taking quietly; and after a few seconds, four pair of footsteps returned to the bedroom.

"Hi" Omega greeted them shyly. "Sorry".

Echo smiled softly.

"Don't worry, Meg. It's just a natural thing. You should have seen how whiny Fives often got about it" he chuckled fondly, and Omega brightened.

She had never met him; but by Echo's stories about him, she had somehow growed to like him.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh" Echo nodded. "Now, where should we sit?"

Omega glanced around the nest. Hunter had taken back his place on her right side; Echo should be on the left...

"Can you sit here?" She patted the matress, and Echo followed without protest.

He had assumed that, as the second alpha of the group, she'd have wanted for him to take a place closest to her.

Tech and Wrecker sprawled in front of the three of them.

Omega sighed happily.

"See?" Hunter hummed, caressing her shoulder, eyes full of affection. "It isn't so bad when you're in a pack".

Omega smiled. She looked at his brothers and squeezed Echo's hand.

"It's nice" she replied, and dropped her head on Hunter's shoulder, suddenly tired again.

The nest was built. It was time to sleep.

THE END.

I'm on fire y'all! Writing this little shots as fast as lightning! Apologies for any mistakes. Xx, Blue.

Omegaverse masterlist here:

[terzomega]

it's them.

(( goes w the uhhhh ✨️newest chapter of my fic✨️ ))

[the-genius-az]

Maybe Ozai Omega and Azula Omega should go to an Alpha brothel to have some good father-daughter time.

Until their Alphas come to scold them and they run for their lives

[zappedbyzabka]

The Samtory lovechild for me

[daughterofthealphaandtheomega]

おこちゃま戦争‼️

(Childish War)

This song is really their own dynamic LMAO😭😭

[megachaoticstupid]

All the things he hates

When i saw @wrathofrats's gifs where Alpha and Omega were kind to a kid in the venue, I blacked out and this fic happened. I haven't written in 6 years and English is not my firt language, so, please, don't mind mistakes or typos

Word count: 1108

He wasn’t sure when it all started, but, maybe, at the very, very beginning.

He always hated when human babies cried. They wailed like the loudest siren, demanding attention, crying because of the slightest changes in their small lives and roared when their parents left them. Especially orphans. They were constantly crying and calling for the parents they will never learn to know. And he always hated it. Kids in his pack back in hell never demanded attention, because they were always provided with that, but humans, even if they cared, couldn’t help these tiny humans, only able to cover their basic needs and provide only necessary nurture. Even in the satanic church. And the newest addition, only month old, was the loudest child he had ever heard. She cried day and night, asking for the bits of attention she could never receive in the fullest, she mourned the mother, who left her in childbirth and joined her Siblings under the Lucifer’s wing, and the father, who didn’t even know she existed. And, as Omega lived almost near the infirmary, he was going mad with her tiniest pleas until he finally snapped.  In a week he was going around the abbey, as if nothing happened, finally at peace and enjoying the quiet around him. And, just like his mother did to him in his short-lived youth, he was carrying her in a bundle of cute rose-pink covers, gently nestling her in the curve of his tail.

He hated, how tiny and fragile she was, especially compared to him. Even though he knew, that amongst his kin he was considered a giant, he couldn’t help himself to be in awe at her tiny frame, making him scared to ever hurt her. And, on the contrary, she was never scared of any scratches, learning how to walk early enough for him not to babyproof Alpha’s and his quarters in time. He couldn’t even count how many times he had to kiss her boo-boos and wipe away her tears, and how many times he felt the dread when she began to fall down after a rather unsteady step.

He hated that his duty required from him to leave her with other ghouls, when he was touring with Papas. He just hated to miss out on her every achievement, her any sorrow and happiness. He had already missed her first steps and was losing more precious moments with her. Even if they sent him and Alpha all of the photos and videos, it was never enough. They missed her too much to be satiated with these tributes of their daughter. And he was always scared, that if they tour too long, she will not recognize them after a while.

He always grumbled how he hates bright colours and never agreed to put in their bedroom anything too flashy. But now, as she learned how to hold a pencil, their walls, the fridge, the nightstand - almost every surface is littered with her drawings and he lookes at them every night before they all go to bed. Bright colours no longer irritate his eyes, they soothed him, reminding him of every single moment he and his husband spend with her. He likes the little stories she puts in them, he liked the shapes her childish mind invented and he couldn’t help but laugh at some of the pictures of him, Alpha and any of Papas she made. They looked almost like a caricature, sometimes highlighting their shortcomings in such a funny way, that he always fought a fit of laughter when she showed him them. His favourite were: Alpha without his mouth, because he had scolded her a night before for eating too many candies, Papa Emeterius III performing a silly dance with the biggest smile known to mankind, him, looking like a building next to every ghoul in the picture. These ones he carried in his wallet until they were too worn out.

He hated to worry about raising her into a decent adult, waiting for her to start speaking, bringing her to various doctors the Ministry could provide. Trying all of the recipes books and hacks to help her to start talking. He blamed himself for not being a good father, for always being absent on tours and not doing well enough for her. Never doing well enough for her. Even Alpha couldn’t help to ease his worries, to soothe his worrying soul, while they tried every speech therapist they knew. And through all of these worrying visits, the source of his worries was sitting on his shoulders, pulling on his horns and giggling. The first time he heard her say the first word, he was heartbroken, talking to her via phone and being miles and miles away from her. But at least he was there for her thousands of “Daddy’s” after that.

He hated her tears when she was ill and trembling from fever and exhaustion. He couldn’t help but feel helpless, when she looked at him, pale, weak, tearing and sobbing, while doctor checked her. He felt helpless, when she refused to eat even a light soup, made for her by loving hands of someone from the pack. And he agreed to her every whim just to make her feel better, loved and cared for. These days they never left her side, too doting and scared for her health to even think about it, watching with their daughter her favourite cartoons and persuading her to eat anything.

He hated her fear of the dark and how she woke them up in the middle of the night, crying and trembling, climbing in their bed to guard herself from the imaginary monsters with the love of literal monsters of hell. Even if they found it amusing, they never told her, welcoming her in their arms and whispering reassurances that they will always protect her from any monsters.

He just hated to miss her so much, when every child in the venue reminded him of her. He hated to be apart from his daughter, always worrying for her health and well-being. He just hated to leave their home and leave her. And most of all, he hated to beg the Ministry to let Alpha and him to retire. Even if Terzo agreed immediately, the Ministry didn’t want to budge that easily. But, after all of the turmoil, bickering and arguments, they were finally allowed to rest, to spend the much-needed time with her. And he never regretted this decision, because for all of the things he hated there were a thousand more things he loved.

[tmmyhug]

this fic has a bunch of random brief ocs that are friends of bruce and one of them is an older indian guy and he called bruce "beta" which is hindi for son (/affectionate) and all of my neurotransmitters lit up like fireworks

[thebluestbluewords]

I’ve had the stupidest omegaverse idea and it’s bringing me so much joy to write fictional inheritance law as it applies to the extended Cinderella family in my incredibly silly omegaverse universe. It’s also providing the precedent that I needed to establish in order to make some of my convoluted political marriage ideas work, so I am feeling very accomplished in my daydream universe today

[starlooove]

Saw someone respond to misogyny with search up omegaverse mpreg so u understand which was funny as hell like no hate to vid but smth about yall reinventing sexism for men whilst ignoring female characters is soooooo