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jrueships · 5 months

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Okay i caved to the questions. welcome to ted's omegaverse except there's like no omegas in the verse. Pls don't kill me

Omegas Exist, but... the sportsworld is far too toxic for most to exist Normally, i mean. Male sports especially, but even the wnba had a streak at the start of their development where it was originally believed that only female alphas would just Barely be strong enough to commit to a sport ( a bad mix of misogyny and secondary hierarchy ) . Male-dominated sports have the similar feel in terms of outdated stances plaguing public opinion, but keep it simpler with ' only Alphas are strong enough for Sport.'

However, this has started to change.

Not in favor of the omega, no, don't be silly! Nothings ever in favor of Them.

It's not Exactly favor of The Beta either, but the betas do at least get to keep their name. You see, betas play fundamental roles in team sports especially. They may not be as valued (not in a star sense, but a 'i need a wheel that'll make this car move (team gain traction/fans) and a beta would be perfect' valuing kind of sense. You're just a worker, but hey! At least you CAN work, right? Unlike The Invaluables.) in independent sports like boxing, but good betas are Critical to a TEAM that needs a Championship -- that needs Roleplayers .

Team rulebook 5. Betas are the Best roleplayers. That's the best fame they'll ever seem to get, it seems.

Although some delusional fans and sometimes gms may try to construct a team of mainly alphas (either a lot of young alpha top picks or veteran alpha players hungry for a win ) for the raw power, intensity, and.. cool factor.. it usually falls apart pretty sadly. They need a mediator, someone who won't get greedy or frustrated with the fame or lack of it. Someone who's willing to pass, willing to come in and be the clog rather than the mechanic, someone who's a Beta whose only sense of belonging Is belonging.

Sports rulebook 6. Betas Stand Second.

Most betas have accepted this before entering a sport, ever since Scottie Pippen embarrassed himself for trying to flip the Beta narrative and failing laughably .

Betas can be bad. Bill Laimbeer will beat the breaks off anyone. They can also be good. Pippen would try to middleman Jordan's frustrations with his team, especially the rups (rookie 'pups', men playfully called pups because they're new to the sport). Shaq and Magic both have humorous charms that make them Feel like alphas.. but they needed more to get a ring. They needed alpha teammates, ultimately. no matter how big or bad or good a Beta may be, they are always Second. But they should never, never be considered first. That's an alpha's job. Orlando made that mistake drafting a beta to win them a ring, a beta that would eventually leave to ringchase with any alpha he could. Shaq's a bit shameless for a beta, but being shameless is maybe the only path to 'fame' (becoming a simple shtick to an easy-to-remember title, either being Sidekick, Dumb, Helpful, Funny, Enforcer, etc) for the life of a beta. Why? Because

Sports rulebook 1. Your Alpha Must Take Over.

Alphas can come in different shapes and sizes. Not all alphas are big and burly. They're not all hyper-confident or aggressive for no reason. But they Do have to come and take over a team. They DO HAVE TO feel possessive over their players, obsessive over their plays. Betas are there just to work, PICKED just to WORK, but alphas? Alphas are different. They Have to be the spark.

Michael Jordan was an alpha who presented very, very late. No one is exactly sure when he presented. Even Michael's story changes from before getting cut in highschool to after to college to the 'flu' game. But Everyone, at one point, thought he was a beta. ( His siblings laugh at this. )And then he wasn't. And then he won. And then he became a dictator .

But, again, there's a lot of alphas that haven't won. Charles Barkley, hilarious and prickly, perhaps too prickly at times, can be his own downfall from either sheer laziness or stubbornness. Some didnt always 'Win' in life like alpha fanboys or alpha egoists might try to persuade. Wilt was great, but personality-wise? .... other alphas like Kareem butted heads with him.. and even betas like Magic would then butt heads with Kareem! Allen Iverson played by his own self-indulgent rules and won through his fashionable impact, self-oriented liberation, and also lost by playing his own self-indulgent rules through trouble with money. Isiah Thomas defends his team and their troubles like a bull, oftentimes a hypocritical.. near-sighted bull. Larry Bird? Competitive. And fucking Rude.

Sports rulebook .....: Alphas Can Be Double-Edged To Either The Team, or Themselves

Alphas whose talent alone failed them by being either not enough, not determined, or entirely different to the subject become disgruntled sports 'analysts' who criticize betas or 'wannabe alphas' aka alphas whose behaviors don't seem 'alpha' enough (too docile). Others become known as busts. Others disappear. Others refuse to give up on their alpha birthright, scratching tooth and nail in the gleague, a disaster league of rups, failed alphas, struggling betas still trying to learn their place, and a few undercover omegas on suppressants. They can bounce around trying to take over team from team, or try to act more like a beta just to gain a secure job, only for their old trained instincts of Stardom to swoop in and make them seem stubborn and selfish (hog the ball during crucial moments). Many become coaches whose attachment to the game is almost parasitic as a purpose. Commentating is another option to fuel that parasocial fire.

You live as an alpha, you die as an alpha. It's a Sport.

That is, until Rodman happened.

Hes not an alpha, some thought he was, during his bulls era. But at the beginning, he was a beta. A gangly pistons player during the dirty work of defense. A beta who blended into whatever his team was, a bad boy, a nitty gritty, a winner, a loser -- whatever his team needed, he became. And then, his team needed him traded.

He started taking more, at first. Started becoming defiant, becoming aggravated. Paranoid at Popovich's overwhelmingly alpha abuse of power, of persistence, of Perception.

Isiah begged him to keep it easy, it's not safe to take so much, it's Untested. It's got side effects, he's seen them from players who wanted to get as far as rodman could but couldn't. They weren't strong like rodman. Another alpha giving him his unsolicited opinion. Bill told him to suck it up. Betas can be so bitter. Pop's yelling. Such a dusty smell, red sand that made your nose itch and not in the fun, just snorted ski slopes way. And now he's gotta deal with Pippen's wary, flipflop scent of calming then chilling hormones soothing then spiking the air as most betas do. And now, he's got Michael telling him to--

... Michael's pouring his pills down the toliet, both his heat suppressants .. and his Rut Inducers. He's skipped from telling and has gone straight to Doing .

One look from the ??? and Rodman realized.

Rodman realized he was tired of wanting to be wanted like a starting alpha but personal enough to be privately pressed like a working beta. Rodman realized a lot of things about himself and others that day. 1. He was tired of always crumbling to others' norms. 2. 'ROIDing' is an action that can be used primarily by athletes because they can afford it. 3. Other athletes besides himself have/can do it. 4. He's just the only one that's made it now known to the world that He is Dennis Rodman, He is an Omega, and He's used ROIDing to void his omega symptoms with suped up suppressants then Replicated Rut with raging inducers & created a Beautifully sensitive Beta, then, increasing both doses heavily, an abstract Alpha.

In short, yeah, he's used ROIDs. But he's stopping now. He's playing completely without the doses. Not too little, not too much, it's done. Zero. Isn't that great? Isn't that what sports always preach in the end? That it's You who wins or loses in the end. Not just your Talent, or your Drive, your Reach, it's You. You, crazy culmination You, who matters ultimately in Your world.

So why is everyone so horrified.

The sport changes after this. A few, just a few, omegas can show now, like, actually Show and not curtain themselves behind overloaded prescriptions. Apparently, even betas could ROID back then with just rut inducers to enhance alpha behavior and appear or Become alphas as long as they continue to doses. But most scrutiny lies in omegas ROIDing into betas, since it's a much easier dose to take in comparison to an omega -> alpha jump, which can have devastating side effects -- the most harmful being mental. Only those determined enough, Insane enough can commit themselves fully without cutting too abruptly and creating even more damage through their hesitancy. And even if the process is completed, the effects may be harsher than expected.

Betas start to become the new scrutinized spotlight, either torn by criticism of doing too much or too little, or skepticism on whether or not they're 'Real'. Alphas, in turn, get desperate to outshine the shiners, whether accomplishing that feat via negative or positive means. It's rumored some have even started turning themselves into Betas now, hard dosing rut suppressants when they're that desperate to try and tame the ego that torments them. Some say it's for the better, some respond brilliantly to the dose, it was made for them, it was Them. Old packs often rip these kind of thoughts to shreds, not caring for empathetic stances, just their black & white view of what was once written. New packs accept the dosing, but the worst of the new packs pick and choose which to, either Everyone Has To or only The Good Ones can. Old players get their legacies questioned because their secondary hierarchy is questioned. Was Magic Really a beta? Or was he a self-conscious, self-compensating omega who craved the lure of feeling needed? And then even went an extra step with the rut inducers to make him a Shiny beta, charismatic enough to peacock? Or was he just that Magic to be a really flashy beta? OR OR.. is magic all of that at once? Maybe, if he did do it, he needed to?

ROIDing is a necessary medicine in sport now, newly designated as necessary using overstimulation risk as a reason to protect too many players from imprisonment & eventual shut down of the sport since suppressants were part of every player ( keeps betas clear-headed and alphas consolable ). But it's still debated by any side a group may conjoin as. The threat of its illegalization is looming. Violence, fear, envy, hatred. Trust no one.

Fuck Everyone ?

oh, yeah, anyone can top or bottom here. That at least remains the same. Positions can just go against the grain in less secret now.. however, that doesn't mean they're all exactly Comfortable to, though .

But you know who's mighty comfy?

Dennis is doing just fine. Eccentric, quiet, grounded, true, omega, stubborn, beta, alpha, callous: Dennis.

#in SUMMARY #dennis started the fire #and no one knows whos who really #in my world i wanna leave a little room for outside interpretation #was mj a beta who roided into an alpha?#or was he an omega who was just crazy enough to make the leap #or was he really merely an alpha who presented late?#im neither confirming nor denying anything ! it's open for everyone to speculate !!#im gonna make another post expanding on the different ppl in this verse and their assignments later #i just needed to set the scene yanno #if u read all this ure insane and i love u but ure insane #ted longer #ted drabbles

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 9 months

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In the omegaverse AU, what do you think Seele and Vita would be in that universe?

In my opinion, Vita would be a dominant Alpha and Seele would be a gentle Omega.

I've actually discussed this with friends and I've seen both ways around work!

The way you mention is the classic way, it works by leaning into stereotypes. In canon, Vita is a confidant tease and Seele is a gentle girl, so they fit into alpha and omega stereotypes perfectly.

However, omegaverse is by nature a good playground for deconstruction of gender stereotypes (repurposed for kink), so you can absolutely flip it on its head and make it work anyway. Vita as a manipulative Omega who exploits her secondary gender to make people underestimate and take care of her, maybe even divert their attention away from her scheming? I could absolutely see that. Meanwhile Seele is great as an Alpha who struggles to act as one, much in line with her self-confidence issues in canon, and Veliona's personality being more Herrscher-typical translates well to being more Alpha-typical in the omegaverse.

Personally? I don't have a preference, I can work with both. I do have more ideas for the stereotypical way, but that's because I'm exploiting Sa's controlling behavior for angst hahaha.

Suppose you were raised by someone like that as a human, a traumatized and horribly controlling parent can rub off on you in all kind of negative, soul-destroying ways that make you doubt yourself and wonder whether you're also a monster. This aligns great with Alpha!Vita who might struggle with how to be a good person once that she's free of Sa's influence.

Meanwhile, Omega!Seele might act like the "perfect little Omega" but that comes with the downfalls of the stereotype, notably when it comes to agency and self-worth/self-respect. Living in a society that encourages her to stay sweet and not develop the stubbornness and competence she does in canon to break out of her shell would be a challenge in itself.

Either way, it's a field day to indulge in one of my favorites, character exploration via their relationship to their gender and sexuality! Teehee.

#honkai impact #hi3 #vitaseele #lemons #asks #vita #seele vollerei #there's an AU out there in a google doc where elysia is an alpha with gender issues

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1990jeevas · 2 years

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video essays that make me mildly insane:

Chadam: A Buried Animation Oddity by Night Mind

Logan Paul: YouTube's (and Jake Paul's) awful older brother + Jake Paul: The only person worse than his brother Logan Paul by dangelowallace

The Deranged Cult Of Onision + The Fractured Relationships Of Onision + The Bitter "Fall" Of Onision by The Right Opinion

Small Quick Ordinary Look at The Umbrella Academy by Quinn Curio

The Failure of 13 Reasons Why by The Right Opinion

Dont Hug Me I'm Scared: Explained by Night Mind

“Mommie Dearest” Traumatizing Memoir Turned Cult Comedy? by Kennie J.D.

Is iDubbbz Filthy Frank and Maxmoefoe Art? by Serena G

Gossip, Glitter & Whimsical Disgrace - WTF is up with Lisa Frank? by Bailey Sarian

The Problems With Blaire White - Misinformation And "Moderation" by The Right Opinion

Into The Omegaverse: How a Fanfic Trope Landed in Federal Court by Lindsay Ellis

The Most Important South Park Character by Just Stop

The Neurosis of Cat Valentine by CJ The X

The Inevitable Downfall of Pretty Little Liars by Friendly Space Ninja

The Day Rue "Became" Black by Yhara Zyad

Chiliad - Gaming's Greatest Mystery by TheEpicFate315

Riverdale: The Biggest Anomaly in TV History by Friendly Space Ninja

Every Danganronpa video by NezumiVA but specifically: Why Danganronpa 2 Is (Almost) A Perfect Sequel + Why Danganronpa 3 Is So Painful

#shit self #ok 2 rb #video essay #watch at ur own risk btw i havent given tws/cws for any of these #also some of these probs dont count as video essays but shhhh let me beeeee

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khalixascorner · 1 year

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I posted 4,230 times in 2022

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So not sure I'll do anything with it but saw an incorrect quotes where Peter was like, tell the bad guys to stop praying for my downfall because they've got it. And I know the author probably meant it as funny but my brain could help but poke at it.

Like what if after Thanos, Tony survives but Peter still faces trial after trial without really ever recovering. But May and everyone just keep pushing him to be Spider-Man because people are counting on him especially with Cap out of commission and Tony missing an arm.

Sam and Bucky are off doing their thing with the military, and Wanda is who knows where so he's left to shoulder the burden, practically alone, as the face of modern superheroes and the leader of the next generation of Avengers. And Tony's his lifeline, supporting him and handling as much of the media crap he could, because Peter's still in HS and you can't really get an away program because you have a secret identity.

But eventually it's too much and Peter just ....collapses. He folds like a house of cards after an interview gone wrong where they go after him for what happened with Mysterio maybe or something else. He's 18 (only because they made him repeat an entire year of HS because of the snap), and doesn't even know if Tony's going to be able to fix the whole MIT thing, and everything is his fault.

Tony finds him curled in a ball crying, and after talking him down from the ledge, realizes the kid needs a break, like a real break. He and Pep are separated and doing the whole co-parenting thing anyway, so it's easy to carry Peter to a jet (and when had he gotten so light), and fly away to a remote location with only an AI and the bots.

May fights it at first but after the first time Peter lashes out and breaks things/ hurts himself, May steps back, because Tony's clearly prepared for a super human meltdown and their little apartment in Queens is most definitely not.

Tony tries to keep any codependency from developing but frankly he's old and lonely and Peter's desperate for someone that doesn't need or want anything from him. Maybe even just for release, someone to tell him what to do and make the choices so he doesn't have to.

And when they finally come home, Peter is smiling again, back at a healthy weight, but he moves in with Tony and stays there. Friday keeps him on a strict schedule, and he goes to Columbia or does MIT virtually but it's Tony he reports to and Tony who absolves him of guilt when being Spider-Man goes wrong. When the guilt eats him up, it's Tony who puts him on his knees and says I decide if it was bad or not, and helps Peter find solid ground again.

Peter confesses his fear to Tony, a few years into their relationship. That the man will die and Peter will follow shortly after because he can't do this without Tony anymore. So Tony digs through his old files, and starts with Cho and extremis, anything to extend his current life. And then he makes a back up. A fully developed AI version of him that could interface with the suits. Just in case plan A fails.

@monster-cock69 this seems up your alley, want a project 🤣

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Addicted to Me

Alpha SIM Tony wants Omega Peter for himself. But when the boy resists his advances, he'll use whatever means necessary to bind the Omega to him.

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Rape, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Superior Iron Man Vol 1. (2015), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Breeding, Cum Addiction, Non-Consensual Drug Use

Thanks @the-mad-starker for being my wonderful Beta!

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Since becoming Superior, Tony had not wanted for much. It was easy to put on a mask, smile at the right time and no one even noticed his eyes went from brown to blue or that he'd practically stopped aging. Nor did the few people he still cared about notice when he spiked their food with a watered down extremis at his birthday party. After Obie, and Killian, after New York, Tony wasn't willing to take chances any more.

And it turned out to be a very good thing after something tried to crash his systems and kill JARVIS. With his link up, he'd been able to initiate a complete shutdown of everything, isolating the threat quickly and with prejudice. The alpha played it off as a hardware failure, working quickly to restore everything even as he tightened his security around his files.

Time passed and Tony continued to shore up his power behind the scenes, schmoozing the right politicians, investing in everything from green energy to education, all the while building his reputation with the public. It was funny how no one noticed that it was only his image he was building, not the Avengers or even SI. He stood back as Rogers and the others drove themselves to ruin in the public opinion until he was the only hero worthy of being venerated with War Machine and the Falcon at his side. And oh had stealing Wilson from Rogers been the feather in his cap.

Now, he stood at the pinnacle of success with everything he wanted. Except for one thing.

Peter Parker.

The little omega had originally popped up on his radar years ago when he had started his Spider-man gig. He had been genuine enough that Tony had sponsored him discreetly, providing a new suite with an AI, ostensibly to help the pup stay out of trouble, but also to monitor him in case he started to stray from the path like so many heroes before him. And yet, as the years passed and the boy finished high school, he never strayed. Tony updated the suit on occasion, and repaired it when the AI deemed it necessary, but otherwise, he simply stood back.

Tony offered him a full ride to a school of his choice as a reward for his good work. Peter tried to turn him down but Tony insisted and in the end, he paid for Peter to attend Columbia. It was the first time in a long time that anyone had even tried to tell Tony no, and it intrigued him.

Unable to stay away, Tony started trying to court the Omega, only to be rebuffed constantly. It would have been insulting if he hadn’t realized that Peter was so shy and not used to Tony’s lavish lifestyle. The alpha changed tactics and started inviting Peter for lab time. Still, the Omega seemed to hold back from the Alpha and that wouldn’t do at all.

So Tony started the next phase of his plan. Omegas were very susceptible to bonding through exposure to Alpha semen, and Tony had synthesized a harmless tranquilizer that he slipped into Peter’s drink when they were working late one night.

“You ok, Pete?” Tony asked, watching as the omega’s eyes drifted closed, only to blink open, then start drifting again.

“Guess I’m just tired, Mr. Stark,” Peter yawned.

“Well, the guest room is always open,” Tony said, doing his best to appear concerned. “I don’t want you trying to swing back to your dorm when you’re this tired but I’m sure I can wake Happy up if you don’t want to stay.”

“No, that’s ok, sir,” Peter was quick to assure him. “The guest room is fine.”

As he escorted Peter up to his penthouse, Tony privately congratulated himself on having had the forethought to offer the room from the start so it wasn’t suspicious to the omega at all.

Tony let the boy get settled, changing into comfortable clothes while waiting for JARVIS to alert him when Peter’s vitals evened out to sleep. Then he slipped into the guest room and closed the door behind him.

“There’s my princess,” Tony murmured, appreciating the view in front of him. Peter lay spread on the bed, having had only enough energy to strip down to his briefs before he passed out on top of the blankets. His creamy skin was flawless and his body was sculpted to perfection thanks to the omega’s special genetics.

Tony stalked closer, letting his fingers brush gently along Peter’s legs before stopping at the briefs. He debated removing them but for today’s plan, it was best to keep things minimal. Instead, he gently re-positioned Peter on his back, then pulled his cock out, bringing himself to hardness quickly. He imagined fucking the omega in all of his holes, stuffing him full until he’s cum drunk and unable to think of anything but Tony.

It didn’t take long for him to empty himself over the omega’s chest. An endosym tentacle formed, scooping up a bit of the cum. Tony gently opened Peter’s mouth, feeding the cum coated strand down his throat while stimulating the outside to ensure it was swallowed. He scooped up more and fed that to Peter as well, his cock thickening again just from the visual.

Tony took his cock in one hand and continued slowly scooping cum to feed to his pretty omega. When he came again, he made sure to add it to the remnants on Peter’s stomach. Then he moved down the bed, running his hands gently over the boy’s briefs. Carefully, he lifted the band away from the boy’s cocklette, though he didn’t remove them.

A strand scooped through the fresh cum and snaked down past the little cocklette and into the omega’s vagina. He was careful not to insert it too deeply, and made sure it was rubbed into the warm wet heat. Another scoop was rubbed in before Tony shifted to stuffing Peter’s ass instead. He threaded a nanite tube deep inside that he fed the remaining cum into. Once it was done, he retracted the endosym, swiping it over Peter’s stomach to remove any traces that were left. Then he rolled Peter back onto his stomach and grabbed a blanket from the foot of a bed and draped it over the omega.

The next morning, Tony saw Peter off, and the omega didn’t act like anything was wrong so Tony considered it a success and started planning his next night. He couldn’t do it every time the omega was over, so he waited another week and a half before Peter stayed late again. Tony was quick to offer a drink and for Peter to stay so they could finish the project they were tackling.

The boy happily agreed, and soon, Tony was ushering him up to bed once more. As soon as the omega was asleep, Tony was back in the guest room. Again Peter was only in his briefs, and Tony couldn’t help but grab a handful of the omega’s firm ass. Then he rolled him over and climbed on top, though he was careful not to put his weight on the omega. He pulled his cock out and dragged the head over the omega’s chest, smearing precum along the whole length of it.

Tony bit back a moan, wishing he could do more, like shove his cock down the omega’s throat or even fuck his thighs, but he knew he’d have to be patient for that. Instead, he quickly finished himself and started feeding his omega.

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134 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

Soft as Iron Pt 1

Summary: Tony is known as the hardest, meanest mafia don on the eastern coast. However when he rescues Peter from human traffickers while taking down some rivals, he finds himself becoming soft just for the boy. Based on @dumb-bitch-starker mafia boss Tony being so soft for his baby boy post here and @monster-cock69 Peter falls asleep on Tony's lap while Tony fucks him. (That stuff is in later chapters.)

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Tags: Mafia AU Mob Boss Tony Stark Italian Tony Stark Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mob Typical Violence Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in the past Not with Tony Kidnapped Peter Parker Orphan Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Tony rescues him, Soft Tony Stark Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks

Tony hadn’t been expecting much when he cleared out the traffickers trying to encroach on his space. They were sloppy at best and had drawn unwanted attention to all of the bosses in the area as they kidnapped people that would actually be missed. It was practically a public service to remove them.

“Hey boss, we got a problem,” Happy said, coming up beside him.

“I thought we just took care of the problem, Hap,” Tony retorted.

“Well, yeah, but they had merchandise, boss, and one of them isn’t letting anyone near him without panicking.”

“Alright, not sure what I’ll be able to do but lead on,” Tony said, gesturing lazily.

Tony followed Happy through the warehouse until they came to a series of rooms. Most of them had been emptied and arrangements were being made to get the victims home to their families.

In the corner of one room though, sat a boy who was refusing to get up and go with Tony's men.

"Please, please don't. No more," the boy kept saying as he cried, arms wrapped tightly around his legs as he made himself as small as possible.

"Alright guys, get back," Tony said as he stepped into the room. "Let me take care of this."

Tony walked over to the kid and crouched in front of him.

"Hey kid, can you look at me," Tony asked, his voice as soft as he could make it. "I'm not going to hurt you, promise. My guys are just trying to help." He waited patiently as sniffles slowed and big brown eyes looked into his. "Hey, there we go. Good job, kid. Now, just a few quick questions, ok?"

The boy nodded slowly, and Tony moved over to sit next to the boy, unable to keep squatting comfortably. His suit was going to need a proper dry cleaning but that was ok. He's dirtied them for far less good reasons than helping a kid out.

"Alright, let's start with your name. Do you mind telling me that?" Tony asked.

"Peter, sir. Peter Parker," the boy, Peter, said around sniffles.

"Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Tony Stark." Peter gasped when Tony introduced himself, and the man nodded. "Yeah, that Tony Stark. It's ok though. You have my word neither I nor my men will hurt you. And I always keep my word."

Peter nodded, and Tony was glad he had built his reputation the way that he had. He didn't hurt children or innocents, and he kept his word. Everyone knew that.

"You don't seem to want to get out of here. Can you tell me why?" Tony asked, doing his best to appear casual. The boy looked like he'd spook if Tony so much as raised his voice.

"Please don't make me go back there, sir, please," the kid whispered.

"Go back where, kid?"

"To the group home."

Peter managed to shrink even further into himself as he answered and Tony couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"You're an orphan then, kid?"

"Yes, sir."

"They handed you over, didn't they?" It wouldn't be the first time Tony had heard of it happening. Teenage boys were known for being trouble and running away from group homes even when they were run well. Given the shitty system in place, it would be so easy to hide kidnappings among the missing children.

Peter nodded and flinched when Tony lifted his hand to touch the boy's face.

"Abused you too, didn't they." It was less a question and more a confirmation. Still, Peter nodded and tears welled up in the boy's eyes. Tony felt his chest twinge, even as a flash of rage ran through him. His own father had been an abusive asshole which was why Tony was so strict about the actions of his men and what he would tolerate in his territories.

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So this was a gift pic for @the-mad-starker by @sausageg It's a lovely pic of their wedding. I kinda imagine Rhodey going "man how'd we end up the ones in the dresses?" while Bruce just shrugs and Tony's just enamored with Peter. Meanwhile Peter thinks Tony looks good in anything, MJ's like, how did you manage this and Ned's just like....it's Peter. We have a cute Dum-e holding the rings and droney spreading the flowers.

161 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Doctor's Orders

Summary: Omega Peter's stress levels have gotten so high that it's starting to affect his physical and sexual health. His primary doctor prescribes sexual release as the treatment, but Peter struggles to reach his orgasm. So he goes to see a specialist, Dr. Stark, to take care of his issue.

Based on this post by @monster-cock69

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Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony, Omega Peter, Intersex, intersex omega, Vaginal Fingering, med kink, Smut

Dr. Stark was a specialist. A specialist of a specialist even, because most doctors who specialized in omegas had secondary roles in pediatrics or maternity, but not Dr. Stark. He specialized in Omegas and their heat cycles, along with Omegan sexual health.

Peter had been lucky to get in with him so quickly. Dr. Strange had referred him after stress from school and finals especially had made it hard to eat, delayed his heat, and made any relief impossible for Peter to find with or without a partner. Peter was terrified something was seriously wrong but Dr. Strange had assured him that Dr. Stark would be able to help him.

Still he couldn't help but feel a little nervous as he waited in the lavish patient room. It was decorated well beyond what Peter ever thought he’d see, but Dr. Stark also took pro bono cases for Omegas in financial situations like Peter’s.

Before he could work himself up too much, there was a firm knock on the door, and then Dr. Stark was letting himself in.

“Mr. Parker, I presume?” Dr. Stark asked, and Peter nodded shyly. “Alright, let’s get straight to it then. My colleague referred you to me because you’ve been having trouble reaching completion, which in turn is causing you a great amount of distress. Would you agree with that assessment?”

“Ye-yes sir,” Peter stuttered. He wasn’t normally so nervous around alphas but Dr. Stark exuded dominance like the Alpha Doms he’d seen in porn. It was nerve wracking despite the fact that the doctor hadn’t done anything yet.

“No need to be nervous or embarrassed, Mr. Parker,” Dr. Stark said, his tone noticeably gentler. “I’m just here to help.”

“But what if you can’t help me?” Peter whispered, terrified of the answer.

“I won’t give up if you don’t, and I have yet to have a patient I wasn’t able to help,” Dr. Stark responded firmly. “It might take unconventional methods, and it’s going to require that you trust me to do what’s right for you, but I promise we’ll get this figured out.”

Peter nodded, his eyes glued to the floor as his hands picked at his clothes nervously. He heard Dr. Stark sigh and then hands were gently pulling his face up, forcing him to look at the alpha.

“I mean it, Peter, I will fix this,” Dr. Stark said. Peter blinked away tears and nodded. The alpha seemed so confident and sure. He could only hope he was right.

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The first thing Tony always did with a new patient was find out what had already been tried. It was embarrassing and uncomfortable for every omega at first, but typically, it was easy to spot what the problem was just from their history. Whether they weren’t leaning enough into their sexual preferences or were on the spectrum for ace/aro, Tony had become the expert at determining the source of their frustration and then how to manage it. Sometimes, that meant new toys or positions to try. Other times, it meant meds to help their bodies remain healthy without any pressure for sex.

Peter Parker was an anomaly. The boy had quickly made it clear that he had tried sex with partners of every secondary gender, in a variety of positions, and even during heat, only to find little to no relief.

“Mr. Parker, I must say, you’re one of the first Omegas I’ve had where the problem wasn’t immediately apparent, but that just means we’re going to get creative,” Tony said, giving the kid a reassuring grin. “Now, do me a favor, clothes off and hop up on the table for me, will you? I’d like to do a physical to make sure everything is in working order before we start exploring therapy options.”

The omega hesitated for only a moment before stripping off his clothes and climbing onto the table.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I can call one of the beta nurses in,” Tony offered but the boy quickly shook his head. That wasn’t uncommon. Most people were barely comfortable with Tony knowing they had problems, let alone more people from the office. “Alright, I’m going to check your physical responses to stimuli, so just relax, close your eyes, and try to feel.”

Tony waited for the boy to follow his instructions, then waited a few moments longer until the tension slowly eased.

“I’m going to touch your foot now,” Tony said softly before reaching out. The omega still jumped a little, but he soon relaxed under Tony’s soft massage.

To an outsider, what Tony was doing would just look like a relaxing rub down, but he was actually looking for sensitive spots that triggered a reaction in the Omega, whether squirming or slicking. Anything that might indicate sexual or sensual pleasure.

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Peter had jumped at the doctor’s first touch, but the more the doctor touched him, the more he relaxed. The hands on his legs felt nice until they reached his thigh, and then he had to fight not to push into the alpha’s touch. Dr. Stark must have noticed though because his hands paused.

“It’s important to let your body react however it wants to, Peter,” Stark said softly. “I need to know that you’re able to feel pleasure properly.”

Peter nodded and the hands continued. This time, Peter didn’t stop himself from sighing and pushing into the hands.

“There we go, you’re doing excellent,” Stark said.

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It's even worse... Mate if you out yourself willingly through tests (I can't believe you did that, it's worse than the time I did the bdsm test with a friend cause at least I knew we wouldn't hold it against each other) we can't do anything for you. You are causing your own downfall...

I did those tests too but with another friend group

BUT LISTEN IT WAS FUNNY! we did it for the bit and we were like "yeah makes sense" when the results came before going about our day

Biscuits called me an omegaverse sociologist afterwards so that was pretty funny too 😭

#The lost tiger

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primeminiature · 1 year

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If talking about abo is really gonna be what leads to the downfall ai more or less we really gotta play it up, I'm talking creating fake Twitter accounts and stuff talking about abo issues. Fuck it create a fake linked in account you know really rustle their jimmies. Make it seem like omegaverse is an actual socail construct that affects people. Fake news articles if u can. Just full on Goncharov it

#omegaverse #ai

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Silco’d be so pissed when he heard Jayce put his stupidly big headed baby into his dumb son. But once the baby arrived he be the most doting grandparent ever. He’d keep ‘joking’ about taking the kid back with him to Zaun while Jayce slowly maneuvers himself between them and door to prevent Silco from actually running off with the kid.

Oh Silco has been trying to convince Viktor it was a mistake on his part from before Viktor even fell pregnant. What did Jayce offer to convince Viktor this was a good idea? (Nothing Viktor just wants to see what his and Jayce's kid would be like, it's bordering on a science project for him).

But yes he's a very doting grandfather. And it's a complete surprise to Jayce (and probably bit of one to Viktor as well) because Silco does not exactly present as the kind of person that likes children (especially young children who can’t really communicate their needs). But after doing the very serious examination of the child he says something like “I forgot how sweet they are when they’re little” and yep he’s gone (he forgives them for their stupid Piltovan father). Strongly suggesting that maybe he should look after the little one while Viktor recovers from the birth (Viktor: “It wasn’t that bad and that’s what Jayce is for.”) (and also, once again, suggests that Viktor should also come back home to Zaun) and yeah ‘joking’ about how he could just kidnap the little one.

Jayce doesn’t want to make a big deal of it or actually accuse Silco of wanting to steal their baby but he’s definitively moving so Silco can’t and he can see Viktor slightly relaxing at the fact he’s now standing between Silco and the door.

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Russian Roulette

Chapter1 | Chapter 2: You don’t know what I am, for sure

Pairing: Gavin/Freelancer.

TW: a/b/o dynamics, Mob!AU, mentions of sex (no details), mentions of gun violence, clothing descriptions that might be considered gendered.

Notes: about all details of omegaverse placements please refer to this post, author of the original AU - @cottagecorexboy , the song I take lyrics from.

Word count: a bit more than 1600.

I am the energy of the explosion, I am the echo of a thunderstorm

I’m not dangerous yet, but it’s only for now

Their routine settles in rather quickly: working on the accounting and studying with their new colleagues – they took turns and distributed subjects between them, sometimes even the alpha would give them a lesson or two, these lessons however useful and productive, usually turned out to be more hands-on. Another regular part of their life was reports to father - these remained excruciatingly boring, to their unexpected joy and his dismay.

Moving in with Gavin was another thing they didn’t expect. No, they still had their own room where they could go if they wanted, but he offered them his bed. No: he asked them if they wanted to sleep with him. In general he's constantly asking them what they want - for dinner, to listen on the vinyl player, in sex (which happened without heats or ruts and came as another surprise for them) - and they are being lost every single time. At first they tried answering "Whatever you wish, alpha" or "What you order, boss", but they quickly learned that these didn't satisfy him and the damn question was just repeated until he tugged their actual opinion out of them.

The freelancer isn't used to so much talking - shut up and listen was their thing - and now everyone wants to hear them and they're afraid they're starting to like it.

In about a month comes their first opportunity to show teeth: reports in one the venues didn’t add up for a few weeks - a quick archive check showed that this was a regular occurrence at least every few months - and the freelancer decides to go and check for themselves. Go and check quite literally - just visit the place and ask around for the people responsible for the abovementioned reports – not like they knew there was a new accountant and knew the boss’ smell well enough to recognize it on his mate. This lack of knowledge and caution cost them plenty.

They walk into an empty bar just before noon - chairs are upside down on the tables, windows are open, a young copper-haired janitor is mopping the floor in the corner.

"We're closed!"

"I'm here for business," they sound serious and confident, "can I see Billy Greyson?"

"What do you want with him?"

"I owe him some money and I came to return the debt. Be a good boy and call him down?"

The guy rushes upstairs - he knows well how Billy collects his debts and seeing him rough up this arrogant sigma in a fancy suit will definitely make his boring morning better. The scene is indeed interesting, even if it doesn't go exactly as he thought.

Billy comes back with him, his vest undone and his shirt wrinkled from last night.

The moment he steps down the last stair he is slammed against the wall with a gun at his throat.

"Having fun stealing from the family, aren't you Bill?"

He's a graviton energetic but the freelancer's feet stand firmly on the ground - resisting other people's powers is one thing they knew without any training.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Will be your death, if you don't start talking. Have you been trying to line your pockets on the whisky deliveries? And for almost a year at that," the gun presses firmly under his Adam’s apple.

From how close the sigma is he smells… something. That something makes cold sticky fear start to pool in the pit of his stomach.

"I don't know what you are talking about!"

They raise an eyebrow.

"I have a family to feed!"

"Your personal file doesn't seem to say so." He doesn't think they came here unprepared, does he?

"I owe the casino!"

"That's more like it," they yank him by shoulder, "come, let's bring your gambling problem to the boss. And no tricks."

Unfortunately, the last part doesn't work out and the energetic ends up being dragged to Gavin’s office with a grazed bullet wound in his shoulder.

“Talk, or I’ll make you.” Of course, he has to admit to stealing.

Needless to say, the alpha is impressed, even if he needs to explain to his mate that it's not exactly how things are done here.

I have two hours left before dawn

And another unanswered question

In about another month there is a small local gathering to celebrate a deal well done and Gavin is adamant on bringing the freelancer. A few hours before the event, he leads them to a huge closet in their shared room.

“I’ve noticed that your wardrobe is rather scarce,” to say the least, “So I took the liberty of expanding it a tad.” He opens one door revealing to them different suits, shirts, shoes for all sorts of occasions, hats and ties. “I wasn’t really sure what you like, so there’s a bit of a variety,” the second door is open and the freelancer is met with dresses – shimmering and plain, long and short, with a pair of matching shoes under each and accessories in the top shelf. Their mouth snaps open, “Alpha, I can’t take it - it’s too much…” He steps closer behind them, gently squeezing their shoulders and meeting their eyes in the closet mirror. “It’s not enough, pet,” it doesn’t mean much more than just a cute nickname at this point, “you’re my mate first and only then my employee or subordinate. It’s only natural I want to spoil you. You don’t give me many opportunities to do it - so let me have this,” he very lightly presses his lips to their neck. “Of course,” they can’t help but soften their voice, “thank you,” a tiny pause of uncertainty, “Gavin,” they turn their head just enough to meet his lips.

“I’ll wait for you downstairs. You don’t have to come, but I think having some fun will do you a lot of good,” he pats their shoulder one more time before leaving the room.

The freelancer is left alone with a choice to make. They run their hand aimlessly through the fabrics - they should probably pick a suit. This dark green one looks nice, with its silky-backed vest and a kerchief to put in the front pocket. They’re still not sure and their hand continues its movement, until they stop on a dress. It's light yellow with a slight shimmer, open shoulders, the skirt going just below the knee, under it stands a pair of elegant open shoes, on the shelf above they find a gauze shawl and some nice hair clips. These look suspiciously golden, but the freelancer tries not to think about it. With a resolute movement they let their hair down.

At a set time they start going down the stairs to the main hall - the only thing they're unsure of are open shoulders - the mark is visible even through the gauze. A small part of them likes it - it almost wants to test their mate - is he so unashamed and accepting of them as he says - will he actually be okay with everyone who so much as looked at them today knowing that they're his?

He meets them at the bottom of the staircase and if his expression is anything to go by he's very pleased with what he sees. Gavin's hands find their waist as soon as they come close enough, "I knew it would suit you - you look gorgeous," he's clearly very pleased with himself.

"You have very good taste, Gavin," the freelancer gives him a half smile. The incubus leads them to the assembly and their doubts on the secrecy of their mating status are immediately dissipated.

“If I can get a moment of everyone’s attention,” he doesn't have to wait long for conversations to stop and the heads to turn, “Some of you already know this, but to all the others I would like to introduce my mate,” the way he pronounces their name makes their breath hitch, “I wish you all can extend them the same respect as me.” The freelancer bows their head with as much grace as they can muster after that speech. ‘Same respect’ huh and he sounded so serious about it. They’re brought back from their thoughts by their colleagues (‘friends’, suggests the part of their consciousness, they try to push back) coming to greet them.

After a bit of mingling the music starts playing and Gavin turns to the freelancer, half-jokingly offering them his hand, “Can I have this dance?”

“Alpha, you can have every dance,” they put their hand in his and he tugs them closer, slowly swaying them into the centre of the room.

Their joky promise doesn’t get quite fulfilled - they share at least one dance with every one of their elemental acquaintances. The one who lets them lead is surprisingly Damien - he of course grumbles something about needing to teach them how to dance properly, but they just barely hold back teasing him about the heat radiating from him. Most of the evening however the freelancer does spend with Gavin. Dancing with him comes easy, talking with him comes easy, existing with him comes easy.

At the end of the night he insists on literally bringing them to bed and they don’t argue much, as a pleasant numbing tiredness starts filling their legs. They chuckle somewhere into his shoulder and can’t help but hum that one song from “My Fair Lady”, how exactly does it go? I only know when he began to dance with me, I could have danced, danced, danced all night.

#redacted asmr #fanfic #omegaverse #a/b/o #it feels really sappy and a bit rushed maybe #yes babe I'm going to tag you in all of these - I'm fully blaming you for my downfall /lh /j

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