anonymous asked:

What exactly is presenting? I need details. And how does the alpha voice work? Is the omega forced to obey it? Why are omegas looked down on and treated so badly in most verses?

I’ll answer these ones by one here. 

Presenting: The process in which teens in omegaverse go through puberty and confirm just what dynamic they are. 

Alpha Voice: This particular tone that an alpha can speak in which is the closest to a growl pitch wise often times releases a certain chemical/hormone in each dynamic’s brains. If used against an alpha it’s the most likely to release aggression, for betas it’s fear usually, while omegas aren’t biologically forced to it can release a certain urge to listen due to that the omega is very outmatched physically since an alpha will most often use this voice due to anger or the need to take charge. So, why shouldn’t they follow along? In my headcanon if an omega is in love with/mated/is courted by the alpha it can even release arousal in the omega inclining them to listen to the alpha using this voice all the more. 

Poor Treatment of Omegas: Omegas are often times treated poorly in omegaverse stories due to how easily they can be taken advantage of with the lack of speed or strength they have. Sadly awful people have been known to look down on the weak which is what can bring across the abused omega trope in a/b/o stories. 

Chapter 17: My Heart And I Don’t Get Along [AO3]

“So that’s Malfoy really pissed off?” She stared doubtfully at Malfoy’s indifferent-seeming back.

“We’ve known each other since we were in nappies. Speaking with the authority of someone who spent seventeen years with, I am told, the social personality of a beige wall, and who has therefore gotten in the habit of watching everyone else; he’s probably going to punch me later.”


“Well, he’s scent-marked you in a very ‘go near her and I’ll murder you’ kind of way. So my general proximity is one reason. Also, asking if he was blackmailing you. Not to mention I am a nervous fountain of information about him. You could probably easily convince me to tell you anything about him that you wanted to know, and he is fully aware of that.”

Hermione glanced over toward Draco again, her eyes narrowed and calculating. “Anything I wanted to know?”


It’s Dramione.  And it’s a WIP.  And it’s A/B/O.


@senlinyuwrites , I bow down to your craft, this fic has destroyed me in all of the best ways.  I love how you write this dynamic because it’s full of heat, and logic and CONSENT which is so rare in a/b/o.  I look forward to Mondays now, thank you for updating so consistently.  That in itself is masterful.

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An Alpha!Bucky One-Shot

Character Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 5,109 (oops!)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT Smut! A/B/O Dynamics, fingering, sexual penetration, slight(?) impregnation kink, unprotected sex, a NSFW gif, some angst (blink and you miss it), language, dirty talk…

A/N: I make my own rules. 

 You smelt him before you saw him.

Your senses came alive when you saw him walk through the main entrance.


He exuded the title perfectly.

This isn’t the first time you had seen him at the museum but this was the closest you had ever gotten to him. He was at the ticket counter, smiling at Mandy as he presented his membership card. The leather jacket he had on moved like soft butter as he put the card in his wallet before it went back into the side pocket.  

Catching a whiff of his scent in the air, you wanted to melt to the floor. Sandalwood. It was earthy and it warmed your whole body.

You could make out his voice from where you were hiding in the gift shop. It was deep and raspy as he talked to Mandy. He took off his baseball hat and ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. He stuffed the hat into the back pocket of his jeans as he laughed at something Mandy had said.

Damn her. You were jealous.

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I’ve been watching way too many werewolf movies lately.
So… Have some werewolf!AU / Red Riding Hood AU / A/B/O dynamics crossover thingy?

Not My Scent- Alpha!bucky AU [b.b.]

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

pairing: alpha!bucky x omega!reader (she/her)

summary: “An Alpha getting jealous when their Omega best friend/crush starts hanging around another Alpha. One day the Omega comes over actually smelling like the other Alpha so the friend assumes the two have scented each other and they just lose it, they pull the Omega down on their lap and nuzzle them roughly, nipping and licking at the Omega’s scent glands possessively, completely running on instinct until they no longer smell the other Alpha. The Omega being bright red and breathless demanding to know “what the actual hell just happened?!” and the Alpha childishly telling them that they didn’t like “the disgusting scent that you covered yourself in” and the Omega sputtering in outrage because it was an accidental scenting and of course the only Alpha’s scent they actually wanted to be covered with was their friend’s and- oh they said too much and now they are just sitting in awkward silence until finally the Alpha bluntly asks “so are we together now or what?” and swiftly being smacked in the head.” (x)

warnings: cursing, jealous!bucky, possessive!bucky (those are warnings on their own, let’s be real here), abo dynamics, 

word count: 1k

n/a: hello. happy new year everyone :-). would just like to say that, despite having read a lot of abo fics (i absolutely love reading them), this is my first time writing one, so please be kind and do send feedback. would also like to apologize beforehand if i got anything wrong - the scenting, descriptions, etc. i kept this one shorter and safe for work because i was kinda fearful it’d be too much and i’d bite more than i could chew.

hope you all like it, beans! x

p.s.: this wasn’t beta’d so excuse if there are any spelling errors. i’ll give it a read after and fix any mistakes i find. 

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Bucky was distressed. He had looked for Y/N around the whole Tower but couldn’t find her. His best friend was nowhere to be found and nobody had seen her. The only person who could provide him with some small info was Sam, saying he talked to her in the morning and then she left, not telling him where.

The Alpha in him was growling. Y/N was an unmated Omega, a very fierce one, but still unmated and still an Omega – and, even though, the times where “different” (according to Tony, at least), Alphas – and men – in general were still “entitled assholes who couldn’t take a no” (according to Wanda, a beta). It was starting to get dark, meaning she had been out the whole day and he was left with, well, nothing. She hadn’t answered his calls, hadn’t texted back and was nowhere to be found. To say he was worried sick was an understatement – he even asked JARVIS to track her down, to which the AI curtly replied “no can do”. Bucky knew JARVIS could’ve tracked Y/N down, he knew that was an easy task with the amount of technology Tony had used to build the program, but what he also knew was that Tony was having too much fun seeing his teammate in such a distraught state.

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To Keep You Safe and Sound {1/?}

Summary Tucked away in the mountains of New York, Omega! Reader lives a secluded life with her Alpha! Mother, until two unlikely visitors intrude on their solitude. Tangled AU, emphasis on the AU.

Warnings ➤ Mild emotional abuse from a parent. Discussions of heats/mating cycles/knotting. Eventual smut (as this is an ABO dynamic fic series there may be elements of dubious consent). Each part will have part-specific warnings as well. Swearing (there will ALWAYS be swearing, sorry.)

Words ➤ 1390

Notes ➤ This is for my lovely, talented wife @bookybuns‘ 4k fic fest, where I claimed the aforementioned Tangled AU prompt. To be entirely honest, this is my first real foray into MCU fic writing. A HUGE thank you to @a-splash-of-stucky for betaing for me!

gif made by bibi of @dailybuckybarnes 

The two super soldiers stare incredulously at the prosthetic arm on the dash of their getaway car. It’s several minutes before the blonde one speaks, his words slow, as if he himself doesn’t entirely believe them. “Nat heard he was working on something that would help you, I didn’t expect it to be this…” A large, calloused hand wipes over his jaw, smoothing the thick beard that covers those angles the world has been used to seeing. “Not after he completely obliterated your other one.”

His dark-haired accomplice shrugs the aforementioned shoulder, his eyes full of wonder. “Whaddya think? Is he really all that mad if he made this?” His gloved hand reaches out to caress the replacement.

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Okay, so just imagine

Let’s suppose it is an A/B/O AU in wich person A is an Omega and person B is an alpha, and maybe one of them has yet to present or even better, they don’t know they are mates, cause like, they are kinda frenemies and are always fighting.

Okay so one day they are arguing like hard and then person A just screams “you know what? BITE ME” and person B just straight up bites them without a second thought and now they are mates for life cause it only works if your true mate bites you.

Basically two frenemies trying to live together (they will feel sick when away from the other in the first two months) and then falling in love.

I had a nightmare last night and to make myself feel better I inserted Tony and a/b/o. Because I’m an asshole.

Obadiah has Howard and Maria killed, takes over their kingdom, goes to war. Tony’s still a child though, so he’s no threat, and an omega to boot, so it’s not hard to isolate him, to manipulate him, tell him horror stories to make him compliant. So Tony, young and terrified after Obadiah is killed and what was left of his kingdom conquered, has to stand before Queen Sarah and accept whatever punishment she deems proper. And Queen Sarah sees this young omega, just come of age, shoulders straight and chin up but visibly trembling in fear, she realizes he would not survive banishment, and she remembers Maria, remembers Maria sending some of her kingdom’s best medicine, a skilled physician named Erskine, to keep her own son from perishing of illness before the age of ten, and she decides she can repay a debt to this dead queen by taking care of her son. Steve has already chosen Bucky for his mate, but they’re both alphas, so they would have had to take on an omega at some point for an heir, so she chooses Tony for them.

(”Mother, we were discussing omegas ourselves,” Steve hisses at dinner, before Tony arrives. “We were coming to a decision. You didn’t have to choose this–traitor for the mother of our child.”

“Maria Stark is the reason you are alive today,” Sarah hisses back at him. “A queen murdered in cold blood by her husband’s adviser. We will repay her in this.”

And Steve wants to argue, because he didn’t ask to be healed, didn’t ask to be put in some dead queen’s debt before he could walk. Instead he turns a glare on his husband, who raises his hands and says, “I’ve learned not to argue with your mother. We need an omega and Anthony is just as good as any. You’re just mad because you didn’t get to choose. You were lucky enough to be able to choose me. Sometimes royalty must make concessions. This is one of them.” Steve’s still pissed off but he is lucky he was allowed to choose Bucky for his husband, so he quiets.)

Tony is given ladies-in-waiting. Those ladies-in-waiting choose to leave rather than serve him, and one even spits in his face as she leaves because her brother died in the war, and Tony thinks he deserves it, so he says nothing, lets them leave, and then begs off meals saying he’s ill. One of the guards checks on him one day, annoyed, because she has to take care of this spoiled brat instead of doing actual work, and she’s horrified when she finds Tony sitting in his dressing room, wearing the traditional silk breeches omegas wear in his country but the traditional jacket lying out in front of him, staring at it forlornly. Even with Obadiah in charge he had people to dress him, he’s never had to learn how to tie things behind his back sightlessly, and trying to do it in the mirror is difficult because everything’s backward. The guard takes in Tony’s exhausted, frightened expression and instead helps him put on the jacket, tie the silk cords properly behind him, asks where his ladies-in-waiting are and then falls silent when he admits that they left. She’d say something but she’s pretty sure any new ladies-in-waiting assigned to him would be worse, so she simply takes on the job of helping him dress in the morning, teach him how to tie the easier cords himself.

(”Anthony,” Sarah says, just a touch reproachfully. “I’ve heard news that one of our alpha guards is visiting you every morning.”

Tony nearly panics, because he doesn’t want Natasha to be punished but he also doesn’t want to explain that his ladies-in-waiting were so repulsed that they left him and he doesn’t know how to dress himself, so he comes up with a lie, because no one’s there to refute it anyway. “Where I come from, i-it’s tradition, that a female alpha come in to make sure I’m dressed appropriately. I’m sorry, I–I didn’t think–I’m so embarrassed, I’ve offended you, I’m sor–”

Sarah’s face softens, and so do Bucky’s and Steve’s. “Oh, sweetheart, you should have said. No wonder you couldn’t come meet us for meals, not having an unrelated alpha there to approve of your clothing. I apologize.”

And Tony feels horrible for making her feel sorry when it’s his fault for not knowing how to dress himself.)

Queen Sarah falls ill and it’s the worst because Tony has realized his medicine is running low. He goes to the royal physician, a doctor Helen Cho, and he stutters out a request–he understands that Queen Sarah is her first priority, absolutely, but if she finds the time–he’s running out of motherwort leaf, and he understands that it can be hard to get, and he has enough for some time but he will need some more soon. And Dr. Cho looks at him for a long moment before saying, “Her Majesty has the flu. I’m certain she would not mind me taking time from my incredibly busy schedule of treating her to get you medicine for your heart.” And she’s concerned, because motherwort–even if they didn’t grow it in the medicinal herb garden, it grows everywhere. She has no idea why Tony is under the impression that it’s hard to get. In any case, she insists to Queen Sarah that she put out a call for Tony’s former physician. For Tony to know he needs it, know the dosage, he must have a serious problem, and she would rather hear from the source of the diagnosis than Tony, who was apparently not aware of the finer details of his illness except for “They said I must take motherwort or I will die.”

(Bruce Banner arrives three days after Sarah has put out the public statement calling for him. Sarah opens her mouth to ask Tony if this was truly his physician but Tony’s eyes are full of tears and he’s covered his mouth and instead she asks, “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“Obadiah said everyone in the castle would be slaughtered if our forces were overrun,” Tony whispers, a tear rolling down his cheek, and Steve and Bucky realize with a lurch of their hearts why everyone in the castle screamed and ran when they stormed it instead of trying to stay and defend their prince, and why Tony had stood and looked so resigned as they burst into the throne room, because he’d apparently thought everyone he’d cared for was already dead.

Bruce sees Tony and approaches swiftly, snarling so viciously when a guard reaches out to stop him that they scramble backward, and gathers Tony up in a hug, patting him down, feeling for injuries, and then he leans back and the smile they share is so intimate that Bucky and Steve feel a little out of sorts over it.)

I’mma leave this here and come back to it later.

anonymous asked:

I really liked how you wrote the a/b/o dynamic in your last fic. It wasn't some thing that overruled and defined everything about the characters, which is so awesome because I doubt many people - Stiles especially - would deal well with that. Anyway, i thought I'd washed my hands with a/b/o fics but it's sucked me back down again. Do you have any fic recs?

thank you so much! that fic was super fun to write, and I loved cramming in all my favorite tropes :)  I’m a big fan of a/b/o, idek why, but I love it. I’m sure all the ones I’d rec are well known, but here’s a list of some of my favs in no particular order.

we can take our time by KouriArashi

Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”

Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”

Knot if You Don’t Knock by jsea, marguerite_26

Stiles never expects to present as an omega – that’s something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Build an Ivory Tower by teot 

Stiles didn’t know how Derek sleeping on his floor developed into sleeping in his bed, or how cuddling ended up turning into Derek humping his ass. He didn’t agree to being knotted in the school locker room, either. But what can you do when Derek Hale wants something? He’s the Alpha, after all.

You Smell Like Mine by bleep0bleep, marguerite_26 

People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha’s head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek’s never felt any of that. He’s just not that kind of alpha.

Then he meets Stiles.

Say It With Me (Don’t Assume) by orphan_account (I’m pretty sure this is by KuriKuri, does anyone know if this was abandoned on purpose or not, since they’re’ still on AO3 with other fic?)

Derek knows way too much about how omega heat suppressants work now, after having been partnered with Stiles for as long as he has. They’re probably his favorite thing to bitch about whenever they’re stuck on a stakeout. Of course, omegas on the force aren’t required to take them. Derek’s never really understood why Stiles does, if he hates them so much, especially –

– especially because he’s bonded.

#omegaproblems by subnivean 

Stiles didn’t need an alpha. He might want one, though.

The Sanctuary by chase_acow

Stiles runs away during his first heat, right into the waiting and ambiguously scary arms of the Alpha’s nephew, Derek Hale. He doesn’t have any choice except to submit, but along the way, he digs up a mystery that threatens his family and even the town’s safety.

Old Traditions, Werewolf Edition by Footloose 

Stiles does not work his Omega ass off to attract frat boy Alphas. Absolutely not. He’s at college to get his degree. If he’s crushing on an Alpha who never crosses the lines of propriety, well, no one needs to know, right?

Mix and Match by Jerakeen 

Stiles walks into the Beacon Hills alpha-omega mixer with a smile on his face and three condoms in his wallet.

monday i can fall apart but by friday i’m in love by tryslora

It’s just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can’t get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he’s too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

Someday Came Today by Fatebegins

“March 2, 1810…
Today, I met the man I’m going to marry.”

At the age of eight, Genim “Stiles” Stilinski showed no signs of Great Beauty. And even at eight, Stiles learned to accept the expectations society held for him–until the evening when Derek Hale, the handsome and dashing Alpha of the Hale pack, solemnly kissed his hand and promised him that one day he would grow into himself, that one day he would be as beautiful as he already was smart. And even at eight, Stiles knew he would love him forever.

But the years that followed were as cruel to Derek as they were kind to Stiles. Stiles is as intriguing as the Duke boldly predicted on that memorable day–while Derek is a lonely, bitter man, crushed by a devastating loss. But Stiles has never forgotten the truth he set down on paper all those years earlier–and he will not allow the love that is his destiny to slip through his fingers . .

Rare Books and Special Collections by KuriKuri

Derek Hale hates libraries.

Unfortunately, not all books can be ordered on Amazon.

(Or: in which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.)

The One With The Mail-Order Brides and A/B/O Dynamics by Stoney

Wolves aren’t meant to be alone. Laura tells Derek this repeatedly. Which… is why Derek knows he’s losing his mind, as Laura has been dead for more than six years. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone.

And so he sends away for a companion. JUST for a companion, not for a mate. The universe, however, has a different plan in store for him.

here comes trouble by grimm 

All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He’ll never have any of that again.

You’re a Mess, But You’re a Catch to Me by jsea

The laws are clear: omegas are required to have an alpha guardian. So when the sheriff gets shot, Derek is roped in to stepping up as Stiles’ temporary alpha while he recovers.

Derek knew it was going to be a bad idea, but he never could have predicted all of the ways that Stiles would end up turning his life upside down.

Worth the Wait by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Stiles always had a thing for Derek, but then again, so did everyone else. Stiles just wanted to be seen as different, which was why he waited.

But maybe he waited a little too long.

Can’t Be Saved (Not So Frail) by weathervaanes

“Kira doesn’t care a wick if you can afford her dresses and bonnets, I’m well aware. It doesn’t change the fact that I have to look after her best interests. I’d like her to be with an Alpha that puts her above all else even if he cannot afford her every luxury.”

Scott looks surprised. “I know you do not know me, sir, but I can promise you that that is my only wish. I—I love Kira quite dearly, and all I want is to provide for her, make her happy.”

“So you will marry off your brother,” Derek says, taking a sip from his drink.


In which Kira is Derek’s ward, Stiles is Scott’s brother, and omega heat cycles are good for everyone.

Fight Fires In Your Best Clothes by standinginanicedress

The key isn’t actually being confident, he repeats in his head in Lydia’s breathy voice. It’s faking the hell out of it and looking as sexy as possible while you do it. For omegas, it’s easy. There’s a natural charm to all of us that only takes seconds to engage, and barely takes practice.

Walk into the room, he chants in his head. Own it, and look people in the eyes. Find the best looking alpha, have them buy you a drink, and the rest is easy.

Fallen for You by Mynuet

Stiles is not swooning when his hot next door neighbor comes to his rescue. He’s not! Maybe a little.

Survival of the Species by Lissadiane 

“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him.

“No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.”

Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.”

“So, so much worse,” Scott agrees.

In which Derek’s pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha’s children.

i need your sway by thatworldinverted

Stiles always figured it would be Scott who saw him through his first heat. They pinky-swore on it, in fact, when they were eleven and newly-presented. There haven’t exactly been an abundance of offers between then and now.

What there is now, though, is the pack, and pack takes care of each other.

How to Woo Your Local Omega by alocalband

Stiles knows a pity gift when he sees one. Mostly because that’s all he’s ever gotten from anyone since the moment he hit puberty.

I don’t know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?”

He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.

Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha’s shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

Not your Alpha

Short fanfic written in one sitting. My first A/B/O, maybe too little of this alpha&omega thing but I will be better I swear. Enjoy!

Word count: 1082

Warning: A/B/O, maybe cursing and some bad words, little smutty but not smut

Summary: You are at the party and Nat is using her rank in a way Bucky doesn’t like. 


„He is there” Nat whispered.

“Who?” You followed her gaze seeing Bucky entering the party, velvet prune suit looking perfectly good on his broad shoulder. For a short moment you weren’t sure how to breath. You could almost smell him from here.

“Your Alpha…” Redhead smirked slyly at your reaction, nonchalantly taking a sip of her champagne.

“He isn’t mine to start.” You hissed quietly felling redness rise to your cheeks and your scent flow abruptly. Fresh plums and chocolate. Even though that both, you and he were unmarked with rank which complement each other you weren’t the only one Omega in this building. There were about ten more pinning after him in this facility, and you, even pretty self-confident in how you look, couldn’t think that there is a chance to be for him something more than his friend from work. A shitty friend to add, cause lately, more than ever, you were thinking about him in definitely non-friendly way. Blame it on the suppressant you were recently taking and the big amount of work and stress.  And his handsome body. Yep, you needed to relax for sure.

“If you prefer to keep it that way..”

“Really Nat, you only had one drink and suddenly start to see things which no exist. You are getting old.”

“But you can deny that you like him, right?” Her tone changed, becoming more demanding.

“Natalia” You warn her pleadingly, seeing spoken men dangerously close to them.

“Just tell me, Omega” She said slowly, your rank rolling of her tongue in challenging manner.

“ Alpha..” Your voice was a whisper ready to beg, discomfort and panic flowing from you in waves. Almost instantly you felt a big, soft hand on the place on your back, grazing your skin gently. Your nostrils flared. Bucky.

“Enough Natasha” he growled. “Leave her alone, she isn’t your toy” His graze landed on you. “Come on doll, I got you” he said softly taking you by your hand.

“What was that about?” Steve asked, eyeing redhead suspiciously. She looked at him innocently. “Nothing, I’ve just wanted to check something” Natasha defended herself with a smirk, her eyes following the couple.

“Maybe you think he isn’t yours but you are his for sure.” She grinned mischievously putting her empty glass on the tray.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Bucky asked when we entered elevator, after for the tenth time making sure I am alright. I bite my lips nervously, avoiding his eyes.

“Nothing really, Nat is just a little bit tipsy.” I answered, feeling his gaze on my face. I took deep breaths to calm down.

“You are lying.” He muttered and I suddenly sniffed that. Wood, coffee, fire. And anger.

“Are you angry? With me?” I asked confused, not quite understanding the meaning of his demeanor.

“Of course I am” He hissed, standing exactly face to face with me, bending his head to look me in the eyes. I felt his scent thicken, almost as if he was holding back. On the outside his composer was rather calm. Silence before the storm, you would say.

“But why?”

“You called her an Alpha.”

“She is, Bucky.” I answered gently, placing one of my hand on his arm to calm him down.

“But she is not YOUR Alpha, Y/N. And yet, you were so aroused and so obedient to her.” I felt embarrassed thinking that he could smell me. “ I want to know why” He asked, both of his hands pinned to the wall, framing my head. “Who she is for you? Do you met someone?”

Elevator opened and I saw a group of people standing there awkwardly. Bucky growled and pressed button to close the door. I felt warm ball forming in my belly and the wetness pooling slowly in my panties. He sniffed quickly and I saw his pupils dilate slightly. He was standing too close and smelt too good to let me think sober.

“What is the meaning of this Bucky?” I asked him trying to look unnerved, but under the dress I was squeezing my thighs, trying to relive some tension. It’s normal, it’s normal. It’s only because he is an Alpha, and you are an Omega, and your suppressants sucks. Bullshit. I react like this because it’s Bucky. I react like this only to him.

“Sweet Omega… What is making you so wet?” He asked gently, completely different from how he was acting like two minutes ago. I looked at him, a little shocked, aroused and ready to comply at the sound of his raspy voice. The elevator full of his scent was making me totally obedient to him. He locked his eyes on mine and bending his head took a long sniff, grazing his nose at my scent gland. I moaned softly, feeling that I can’t longer control the wetness dripping down my thigh. “You smell so good to me baby…Tell your Alpha.” He purred softly.

The elevator opened again, showing my floor. Bucky picked up his head from the crock of my neck, gazing unconsciously the area around us. His pupils were dilated, almost black and his body dangerously hot. The scent puffing out of him in waves. He loosed his tie, standing the furthest from me he could. He was in rut.

“Out.” He said weakly. I wasn’t moving, not sure what to do next.

“Y/N leave.” Growl erupted from his throat, the metal hand placed on the elevator door blocking it from closing. “ Don’t make it more difficult that it is. Go. Please.” He asked again breathing through his mouth, his brows furrowed. I’ve found this extremely sexual, nobody ever could do things he did without even making an effort. Like if he was the only one for me. Suddenly I felt this certainty which made my blood pump faster in my veins. I love him. Always loved him.

I gently grabbed his head in my hands, gently greasing his cheeks.

“You. I was talking with her about you. You are the reason. I love you. If only you will want me, I am yours, my Alpha.’ I said looking him straight in the eyes. His soft lips were on mine in second, tongue met mine. It was passionate, it was greedy but also tender and sweet, making my knees weak and becoming my new favorite thing in this world.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more”

“Good. Cause I wanted to make you mine for too long, baby.”

The Revered Omega

I am a sucker for the headcanon / AU of a Revered Omega where the Omega is seen as some delgacy and should be treated like royalty.

  • These AU’s tend to have a low precentage of Omegas in their world.
  • Omegas would never be allowed to go anywehre without a Beta or Alpha accompanying them.
  • They tend to not be allowed jobs unless it’s family related.
  • Being mated to an Omega is an honor!
  • Suiters would shower them with gifts.
  • Parents tend to arrange their Omega child’s marriage.
  • These Omegas are usually not allowed to do any sports.
  • They probably tend private schools or are home schooled.
  • Their life is usually controlled by a parent figure.
  • These Omegas tend to be shy and soft spoken.
  • They can also be undeceive or uncaring of what to decide when given choices. Like, “Why should it matter? You’ll end up making the final decision anyways.”

But, I also like the idea of a Reverd Omega who is outspoken and a handful

  • They would always be running off to go see what is in a shop’s window.
  • Their Beta or Alpha care-taker is always sighing. Their job isn’t boring.
  • These Omega are always making new friends, no matter the dynamic.
  • They don’t like their dynamic stop them from wanting to work or doing activities that make them break a sweat.
  • Totally the type to sneak out of the house with their friends. Then they get grounded for two weeks.
  • They beg their parent’s to go to a public school.
  • They dress themselves, they start trends.
  • Some Alphas or Betas see this Omega as un-mate-able because this Omega is outspoken and not stereotypically submissive.
  • Arranged marriage? They think not!

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