#denning alpha

[ruttingdoe]

cozied up in my den, cuddling my pillowpet to my chest imagining that its a pup, and burying my face in my mate's hoodie thinkin bout how if they were there with me, everything would be much nicer and a lil less sad

[pin3-vin3]

I know there's more to it but I think a large contributing factor to why way more people identify as omegas and even betas more than they do alphas is because some of the baseline general consensus traits for them are so boring and/or negative. Omegas build soft nests, , purr all the time, and smell like flowers while alphas are big aggressive macho meatheads who smell like motor oil.

YOU 🫵🏾 can help end the madness. Say something nice about alphas TODAY

[purrmoon]

🌙 lore: nests

Everyone nests. Nests are generally rebuilt every two weeks or so, to clean the blankets, pillowcases, and nest covers. Scented items may be changed out more frequently, to keep the scent fresh/strong.

There are several different types of nests, with three being most common:

The classic, built on a frame (generally round) or the floor. They’re often surrounded by canopies.

Dens, which are more built somewhere more enclosed—such as a closet or modernized victorian box bed.

Perches, which are built somewhere raised—such as a loft/bunk bed or hammock.

The materials and set up of nests vary. Some prefer soft and blush, others more sturdy. Some want fuzzy, others silky, and others more linen/cotton. I've got a pinterest board with several examples.

(The stereotype is that alphas prefer dens, betas prefer perches, & omegas prefer a classic nest. This is reflected in media, & marketing for the various types.)

Each dynamic can be very territorial over their nest. Entering without first being invited is a good way to get yourself bitten.

Victims of abuse, or who lacked stable lives, may show a lack of interest in nesting, doing only the bare minimum. Others become even more territorial and defensive of their nests, not even allowing pack in. Still yet others may hide their nests. It can take time for their instincts to realize they’re safe.

Omegas become very fussy nesters during pre-heat. Their nest has to be just right, and this can cause frustration, sometimes to the point of tears.

If there’s space enough in the home, a pack will have a special pack nest they’ve built together. These are communal lounging spaces. Pups spend a lot of time there. If there isn’t space enough, the pack leader’s nest will double as the pack nest.

Pups tend to nest with their parents/guardians for the first two or three years of their lives. After that, they generally share a nest with other pups until around ten to twelve, when they develop a desire to have their own space.

If there aren’t enough pups for a pup nest, pups may stay longer with their parents or rotate between nests.

Older packmates may also choose to nest together, especially in times of stress… but also just because.

Pups usually build nests with their parents and/or siblings, to teach them how to do it on their own.

Pups moving into their own nest is something of a coming-of-age event. If funds are available, a big deal is made of picking out and setting up a frame (if applicable), and pack members will all gift pillows, stuffed toys, blankets, etc. Some will be new, others hand-me-downs. The pup then assembles their nest, usually alone, and shows it off. They usually have company the first night, though some want to prove they’re Big and sleep alone. There’s often a bit of an adjustment period, though, and they may end up regularly back in their childhood nests.

Nests play a large role in courting rituals. Gifting nesting material is a popular early step. Gifting scented nesting material is an indication of more serious partnership. Building a nest together is one of the final stages of courtship, as it declares an intent to bond.

[myheartismadeofstars]

Omegaverse Headcanons

Packs often live either together or close by each other. Pack housing is usually like a house with most of the rooms having en suite bathrooms and sometimes kitchenettes. With usually shared spaces like living rooms. If they can't afford to live like that, then usually they meet up whenever they can (typically once a week)

Pups traditionally are born in and sleep in the nest for about five years.

There are two types of adoption: pack adoption and personal adoption. Personal is basically similar to real life. Pack adoption can be formal or informal. Legal pack adoptions heavily favour packs that live close together, but more scattered packs can be successful as well. All pack members must consent to the adoption, and pass inspection. In a pack adoption pups are raised communally, the legal guardians are the Pack Leaders. Pack adoptions go back much further than personal ones.

Any dynamic can run a pack. And a pack can contain any amounts of dynamics. You can have an all Omega Women pack with over one hundred members, or one with one of each dynamic.

Pups form pseudo packs starting at about five years old. These help them learn about boundaries, socialization, rules and punishments, and so on. These packs may shuffle their hierarchy and members often. Permanent packs don't typically start forming until after presentation.

The mental state known as "feral" is a response to trauma. They respond entirely on instinct. They are unlikely to be able to speak, but they may still understand packmates and their mate. The most common amount of time for someone to be feral is about three days. Though it scales depending on how much they are impacted by the trauma. The record that someone came naturally out of is two years.

A feral Alpha is going to be hyper protective of those around them, even the slightest scent of distress triggering aggressive posturing. However they aren't mindless violence machines. They also heavily map out their territory, scent marking EVERYTHING. They may be interested in mating if they already have a mate nearby. (do not mate with a feral partner, as they can not give meaningful consent). They also seek out and hoard food. (Alphas are PROVIDERS, this includes food!)

Feral Omegas do not want to leave their nests except for necessities. They will respond with aggression to any unfamiliar scent. if they wouldn't let you into their nest normally, they won't let you near them now. The exception is if you are unpresented. A feral Omega may try to coax you into their nest and care for you, becoming protective of this "pup" they have claimed. Like Alphas they scent very heavily and are very sensitive to other's scents. Feral Omegas are typically uninterested in mating unless they are in heat (a very dangerous situation as they will not have the state of mind to refuse advances)

Feral Betas are interesting because unlike Alphas and Omegas, Betas actively seek out strangers in their feral state. Betas do not respond well to distress and loud noises and will try to calm down the situation with their calming pheromones while being more and more stressed out themselves. Feral Betas also prefer high vantage points, as it is where they feel safest. Feral Betas do not seek out food often, only eating what they can find easily, and best receive food given by Alphas and Omegas, especially if they are from the same pack. (they do take food from non packmates as well, but not if they are also Betas.) Betas also do not like to be in one place long, unless they are surrounded by packmates.

With Alphas building Dens, Omegas Nesting and Betas Perching, the most traditional type of dwelling resembles a human sized cat tree. Box shaped Dens, nests inside, and tall towers that are communal spaces. Perches may include hammocks.

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Lion’s Den: Part 11

A/N: trigger warning for some derogatory comments about women, mild swearing (tbh I don’t want community standards to get me even though it’s mild)

The second hand. The second hand was mocking you. Every tick tick tick of the sleek silver prong behind the sharp glass was mocking you with the passing time that aggravated you with its knowledge that you couldn’t sleep.

It was a tool to drive you temporarily insane with the repetitive sound that echoed with the weight of war drums. Every tick was the sound of an ash and holly cipin banging against the side of a bodhrán.

You couldn’t turn your mind off, you couldn’t close off your auditory system to the sound of father time’s incessant beating. You couldn’t stop the endless course of thought from rampantly keeping sleep at bay.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw them. Every time you thought the gentle clasp of sleep would find you, you heard them.

Bronx & Queens, dead.

Bronx & Queen, the two guards hired to keep you safe were killed rather grisly.

You hadn’t seen the entire set of pictures, those were in the sole possession of Steve & Bucky. They have hidden away in a near destruction-proof safe while you were given the meagre knowledge that they had died and it was grim.

And you had a sick sense that something, everything, was going to go up in fire and smoke. It was a dull ache in the back of your mind, an incomprehensible fear that was reminiscent of the feeling of being watched. The underlying notion was that something was on the cusp of happening and you were complacently standing idle while the inner workings of this uncontrollable tactic were being perfected behind closed doors.

Tick, tick, tick.

You rolled onto your side, trying as best as you could not to disturb the alphas down the hall from your room, the two men who had hyper-tuned their instincts to detect the subtlest disturbance in the night would have heard you if you weren’t careful or quiet. With the urgency to be as subtle as possible, you slowly kicked the blankets off and pushed yourself to sit up on the edge of the bed, your feet touching the cool hardwood floor.

You count under your breath and started to stand, one hand pressed against the bed to keep yourself steady, and as you had gained your balance you started shuffling forward. It didn’t take you long to cross the room, though with every step you were cautious as to not wake Steve and Bucky, given that it was such a fight to be able to sleep on your own without them pressed tightly against you.

Hours before had been the catalyst that kicked their protective instincts into a whole new intensity, you were lucky to have a room to yourself tonight. You didn’t need them to know that you couldn’t sleep, you didn’t them to be overbearing about your inability to sleep well.

Once you thought the coast was clear, you slipped from the room and kept to the left side of the hallway, moving as silently as you could with every intention to curl up on the couch and watch some mindless movie to keep your mind busy.

Whether it was underlying guilt that was keeping you awake or the self-destructive anxiety that told you it would be better if you slipped out the front door rather than become some tool to cause Bucky and Steve pain, the result was the same dullness. You were unable to sleep, you were unable to turn your brain off.

And time was mocking you with every passing second that descended the night into further darkness.

“I can’t sleep.” You whispered in passing as if they could have heard your excuse for why you were awake, and then you kept on your trajectory toward the living room.

Your descent to the leather seat of the sectional was slow, and you had waited a moment to stretch out and relax against the cool material. After you had truly sunk into the surface and curled in on yourself, you raised your arm and reached behind you to grasp hold of the blanket draped over the back edge and yanked it down toward you. It took a few moments for you to straighten it out over yourself, and a few more to arrange yourself in the position you wanted.

Using your phone tucked into your hand, you used an app downloaded on your phone to turn on the television and used the same app to open one of the streaming networks. Your choice wasn’t a complicated or lengthy process, if anything you had chosen something unassuming that you wouldn’t have to pay any particular attention to.

As the opening scenes started to play, you dug deeper into your bed on the couch and tucked the blanket under your chin. Your eyes had been trained on the screen, your head tucked into a comfortable position and your legs were tucked into your self and with the addition of the background noise to drown out the ticking clock, you finally felt as if you could sleep.

You woke to the feeling of your phone vibrating against your thighs, the buzz jerking you from some kind of twisted and vague dream. Your hand clutching your phone had dragged it from under the blanket and as your vision became clearer, you had rolled onto your back gauging whether you wanted to answer the call or not.

It wasn’t an unknown number that demanded to be denied, it was your sister’s name that flashed on your screen and although you had negated any connection with her since she tried to have you fucked over with Marcus, your curiosity was almost entirely directed you to answer the call.

Without much thought, you accepted the call and held it up to your ear, listening to the egregious sound of someone having sex from the background. There were steady and hyper-sexualized grunts that were animalistic and had been followed by high-pitched squeals and fake moans that stirred your ire. You had almost hung up the phone and tossed it away from you until you heard her voice.

“You caused this you bitch,” your sisters’ curd attempt at insulting you was nothing if slurred and broken by drunkenness, “you fucking whore! Marcus took another omega because of you! If you would’ve just-“

“I told you he was a piece of shit-“ Your attempt to negate her concerns for her alpha and potential mate had been overshadowed by the sudden turn of sexual pleasure and your sister’s drunken tyrannical rage focused on you, to the sound of someone crying and Marcus’ cursing.

“I told you to get me the fucking bitch. I want the bitch not these useless whores-“

“I can’t-“

The phone was pulled from your hands and the call was immediately ended, your eyes raising to meet Bucky’s own intense gaze. Without saying anything, he had crouched by your side with his hand still clutching your phone and used his free hand had cup your chin in order to hold your gaze steady.

His eyes had met yours, holding your attention while his thumb brushed against the edge of your jaw, a soft hum reverberating in his throat. His natural scent was heady, and it was clear that Bucky was projecting to keep you calm after the phone call that hadn’t just affected you but had triggered something dark and dangerous within the two alphas.

Whether it was their natural reaction to become predators when they were threatened, or they had rooted themselves in the primordial darkness that came whenever their omega was threatened, the result had been the same.

Despite the colour of their eyes remaining relatively unchanged, there was a surge of deleterious intent reflected in their irises. Steve and Bucky both, had taken this threat and this stupid drunken mistake made by your sister as a chance to finally find the fucker permanently. They had shown some measure of mercy by allowing both your sister and Marcus the right to live, although there wasn’t even a measurable question of whether that chance would be ripped out from under them.

After tentative silence, and Steve approaching the two of you the reflection of destruction he would inflict with his bare hands had been a fine mist that seemed to hover around him. It almost appeared like a glow, something illuminating the sheer and powerful size of this alpha who was not to be fucked with.

“You’re leaving the city, and we’re finding Marcus.” Bucky had addressed you with finality, less of a request and more of a complete alpha command, one that would not allow room for arguments. “You’ll get another new phone tomorrow.”

Bucky’s hand had dropped from your chin and the comfort from his hand had dissipated, leaving you to feel chilled as if someone had sucked all warmth from the room. It took a shiver running down your spine to get you to sit up, the blanket dragged with you as you used it like a shield to obscure your body from their view. You watched them move around the penthouse apartment while you were in a daze, settled into a place of here and there.

Steve and Bucky were a unit, they were calculated in every step of their journey throughout the apartment. Whether it was one or both of them packing you an emergency bag, or gathering a kit that was designed for interrogation, albeit one where the victim may not live, they moved synonymously.

It had only taken half an hour between the phone call ending and the two alphas preparing to leave with you in tow. Your ascent to the front door had ceased when you took note of the four black duffle bags set by the sleek front door, each bag had a small circular tracking device locked onto the zipper. The first bag closest to you was the largest and seemed unassuming at best as if it was another piece of designer luggage that they could have afforded. And although it had looked to match the rest, with the same kind of onyx stitching and leather bound handles, you had a sense that there was something illusive tucked inside.

“Where are you going?” You raised your head, questioning the two of them with guilt and remorse hanging at the back of your mind. It was a slow-acting poison that countered every other normal thought, the counteracting notion that this was all your fault was affecting your composure.

Tick, tick, tick.

Tick, tick, tick.

“You’re going somewhere safe,” Steve’s hand, heavy on the back of our neck, steered your attention away from the locked front door to himself. He had drawn you in with a steady hold on you, pulling you into his chest in order for his lips to crash against yours, and with every possessive stroke of his tongue against yours, he had overshadowed your scent with his own.

Steve was holding you as tightly as he could to his body, he was effectively overwhelming you with everything he had, both as a temporary goodbye and an act of utter control and desperation to mark you as his.

As Steve pulled away, Bucky had taken over. Tongue and teeth met, and his fingers dug into your hips almost hard enough to bruise as an indicator that you were theirs and they were yours. In place of a mate mark that you hadn’t gotten yet, their scents overloading yours and the weight of their hands on your body would have to be good enough.

“And you?” You mumbled against him, your eyes fluttering closed when his lips moved to your forehead, and the soft dusting of his kiss against your flesh was another sweet goodbye. “You and Steve?”

“We’re going to find him.” Bucky had pulled away and opened the door for you, three alphas on the other side, one of which was Ari.

“Guard her with your fucking life, if it comes down to you and her-“

“I could say the same to you.” Ari alluded coolly, mutual respect and need between him and your alphas, there was an understanding between the three powerful alphas, and you felt as if you weren’t the only omega trapped in the centre of it all. “Y/N-“

“I don’t want him to breathe,” you turned on your heel, your eyes sharp as you looked between Steve and Bucky with a demand of your own, “fucking kill him. Snap his neck, throw him off the Empire State Building, just…”

“He’s not coming out alive, we promise.”

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[werewolf240moon]

Tegami Den Lycans and Monsters Free Place

NeverenD, Stray Dog and Tegami Den belongs to VanRah @poizongirl

⚠️Source / Credit: VanRah Deviantart ⚠️

[sirensofthefiveseas]

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[ruttingdoe]

hey yall fellow misceversers!!

i made up a misceverse therapist bot on character ai, to talk to about your instincts, ruts/heats, dynamics and 'verses, whatever you want!

i hope yall enjoy!

[jayedshifter]

Sherbet Bitty

Rank: Alpha

Type: Gaster

Species: Liger

Personality- Excitable, Playful, hyperactive, alert, jumpy

Difficulty- Advanced

Height-

Mini- 8 Inches

Bitty- 12 Inches

Bara- 8ft 7Inch

Likes-

Sturdy toys

Exorcise

Affection

Attention

Playing

Climbing

Reading

Swimming

Hunting

Classical musics

Tea

Body positivity

Consistency in workout

Dislikes-

Being alone

Confinement

Being ignored

Being board

Being dirty

Rude comments

Body toxicity

Healthy protein shakes

Toxic comments

Being surprised on his blind side

Info-

These bitties are extremely large and are more dad bod type, but that doesn't mean they aren't strong in the slightest, lifting up to 3x their body weight.

These bitties have High bone density and high fat density! They are able to take hits from other bitties without care, this makes it difficult for them to gage their own strength against others.

Due to their high energy intake and their need to play a lot these bitties are much more excitable then normal Gaster types, almost like a Swap.

These bitties ecto body are large, more strong dad bod then the typical pure muscle of alphas you would see.

Compatibility-

These bitties are BLIND on the right side of their face, please use caution when approaching from this side as they can get easily startled if you're not loud enough!

These bitties have high amounts of strength and energy, often times needing several hours of playtime and enrichment a day, heavy, durable and scented toys are a high must! Puzzle games and strenuous activities also will help to burn off energy.

These bitties, if not careful, can harm other bitties very easily with both their weight and strength, unintentionally or not, you should take this into great consideration when trying to find them a playmate.

These bitties love swimming and climbing as well as hunting, they can be extremely active and often have a prey drive, it is preferable for the bitty if you hide treats in different places where they can climb and let them hunt and dive for fish as well as catch small rodents.

These bitties can get lonely easily and often are extremely physically affectionate, requiring at least 3 other bitties which they can bond with.

Bara Form Hight: 10’8

Bara Form time limit

3 Hours on an Empty stomach

8 Hours on a full Stomach

10 Hours with snacks in Between

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

Constant replenishment of snacks causes extreme exhaustion, and will force a 48 Hour period where he will not be able to transform into a Bara form

Diet- Meats, Bones, Raw Eggs, Fish, high Concentrated Magic Vitamin Powders, fish oils

Note: this bitty eats about 4x its body weight

[plasticbabyart]

Greely Masterpiece I made a few days ago! Currently selling in my den; If you want one and they've sold out, let me know and i'll restock!

Planning on doing more of these! I love Greely and MPs are fun to make! If you sell alpha MPs lmk and i'll buy one!

My user is Artisticfur04!

[nailgunstigmata]

in omegaverse sunny would mac be omegaphobic. like hes a strong alpha and hates those wimpy omegas (hes a beta)

[oh-my-damn]

SO I kinda want to read today and I have a few romance books on my list that I'm considering but I'm not sure where to start

i'd definitely like it to be smutty but I'd also like a plot. I want a bit dark and possessive, too, and I have no qualms about multiple partners (hehehe)

So please help me out, ideally if you've read any of these!!

[tr4ns-dyn4m1c]

i love my pack so much holy hell. i love their smells i love their mannerisms i love their laughs i love their smiles i love their hair textures i love the weight of them against me i love their tired eyes i love them so so much i’m so lucky i get to be their pack leader.

[omegaverse-seeker]

Hiii, love your posts!, I got a question, how do you think a house of Omega roomates would react if one of them secretly let their Alpha bf/gf in their room a bf/gf that the other roomies/friends didn't know of? (my god this sounds like hiding a puppy)

I guess it depends on the roommate rules? Lol.

I suppose if it's in a world where Omega spaces are very sacred and a non-mutually invited Alpha comes into that space, it would cause problems. Like maybe they panic or just get confused because why is there a random Alpha scent without warning.

Maybe nothing happens? It just really depends on what you want to happen.

[ajplushiearchive]

JUNO PLUSHIE! Currently sold in AJHQ's Epic Sol Arcade Den for 2,500 gems. Members only.