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figured i'd pin this since it's a function now: the omegaverse lore on this blog is really outdated (cobbled together circa. 2017-2018) so some parts are definitely due for a refresh especially since some parts aren't fantastic. yeah.

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i dont know if youve done this before but if its alright id like to request [sfw and nsfw] headcanons for poly alpha mcgenji and their omega s/o. please and thank you! [also im so thankful for this blog im a slut for abo dynamics aaaa]

aw man they're such a classic pairing i hope this does em justice!

nsft under a cut

SFW:

- i think there's an element of familiarity that comes with being in a relationship with them. even after all they've been through, after blackwatch, after coming back to join with the new blood, they're still really comfortable around each other. i think their partner will slowly "get" the little inside jokes that they sprinkle in their speech, and eventually the three of them will come to make new ones together.

- of course, their pasts aren't sunshine and roses. both of them will have their bad days, as all people do, but what helps is that they know that the ones closest to them will always be there for them.

- cassidy would be an absolutely insufferable alpha. his hands are always on his partners, whether it's just holding hands, or putting a hand on their thigh while they're on the road, or maybe even playing with their hair or loose bits of clothing. i feel like touch probably comforts him a lot.

- silly thought but i think cass occasionally slots his hand into genji's back pocket. again, it's the alpha possessiveness that drives him to do that. genji probably thinks it's pretty funny and tends to leave it be most of the time.

- genji's probably really particular about scents. if either of his partners ask him to scent their things or even better, wear (steal) his clothes, he'll be very, very pleased.

- genji and cassidy wrestle a lot, probably. most days it's horsing around, but every so often they will do it to try to impress / show their "worthiness" to their omega. if their omega ever asks to join in, most times it just ends up in a big cuddle pile.

NSFT:

- on most days, either alpha wouldn't be opposed to being sandwiched in the middle of the other two partners. cassidy would probably be the one between them more often, but genji does enjoy taking and receiving at the same time as well.

- cassidy would probably be more open to being topped by their omega. the way his thighs shake and the way he whimpers when their omega fucks into him is pretty cute.

- if either alpha is coping with their pre-rut phase, one very easy way for their omega to get their attention is to wear nothing but their clothes. (genji's hoodie, cass's serape, so on)

- genji really likes marking his partners. even if they're stealing some alone time in a supply closet, genji will make sure that they wobble out with shoulders littered with bite marks and bruises.

- both alphas would definitely get competitive with each other, so their omega better get used to nights where their alphas try to see who can make them cum the hardest.

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what does it mean for omegas to be lucid?

anon im so sorry i feel like this question was asked with reference to one of the older posts on this blog but i cannot for the life of me figure out / find which one it is

so to answer your question as-is, for an omega to be lucid, it means that they'd have to be conscious and aware of what's going on around them / happening to them. though on looking up the definition i think i used that vocab wrong so my bad on the confusion

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oh and also happy birthday to our favourite sniper grandma (heart hands)

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hey there! i just wanted to wish everyone a lovely and happy new year for 2024! whether you're celebrating with loved ones or crossing the threshold by yourself, it's wonderful that you've made it another year. i sincerely hope that this year, each one of us will come to grow and discover more about ourselves, and be able to leave one thing behind by the end of the year

take care, and have a great year ahead!!

p.s. apologies for the delay in imagines ive been a little bit. barbecued by my internship but i'm hoping to pick things up sometime in late feb? aaaa

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Poly Alphas QueenHog HCs

no self control... 2!

i can explain (no i cannot) i was fiddling with the rules / tidying the blog and mentioned the junker trio (a lovely throuple to think abt, really) and then i thought of a couple of queenhog interactions i rly liked in-game and then my small chihuahua brain collapsed in on itself (thumbsup)

so um yes! hope you enjoy! NSFT under the cut as always

SFW:

- Full disclosure: Having both Dez and Mako as your alphas would be an absolute pain in the ass. Odessa is already competitive, headstrong and fights hard for the things she wants. Throw on some alpha hormones and she'll frequently end up butting heads with Mako who is also incredibly stubborn in his own right.

- Their disagreements sometimes do make them literally butt heads, and sometimes the best thing to do is just let the two of them fight it out. It's hardly ever serious, and Mako tends to give in out of respect to her status as Queen, but despite Odessa's arrogant crowing she knows that Mako can and will challenge her if push comes to shove.

- Rivalry aside, the two of them are fiercely protective. Anyone who's dumb enough to slight you will very quickly find two fuming alphas trying to tear out their throat. Sometimes you do have to remind your alphas that you're capable of taking care of yourself thank you very much, but most of the time it falls on deaf ears.

- Both you and Mako would be the ones to introduce Queen to the wonders of soft comforting things! Plushies, blankets, nightwear... Odessa's definitely a little weirded out at first due to her difficult upbringing in the Wastelands, but after you hand her a little handmade plush keychain (Mako helped) she slowly comes to learn that yes, she's allowed to enjoy nice (read: "softie") things too.

- One very easy way to get either alpha to do anything you want is to flaunt any marks they leave on you, especially bonding marks. It drives both of them wild to see you parading their claim(s) on you and while Mako goes silent and stares, Odessa certainly likes to come up and get handsy (hand around your shoulder, on your hip, on the back of your neck, so on).

- Oh another easy way to get Roadhog to melt when y'all are outside is to get his attention and have him lean in before pressing a kiss on his mask. He can only feel a little bit of it; the leather is thick and he definitely has some nerve damage and scar tissue messing with his sense of feeling, but the gesture reinforces that yes, you do adore him and you do want him as your alpha.

- ...Y'know I feel like Odessa would try to cobble together some sort of matching knife thing for all three of you to show that the three of you are a "thing". Well, not matching "exactly", but since she has Gracie, she'd probably find someone to make one-of-a-kind knives for both you and Mako. Mako... probably doesn't name his since that's not his style, but he would appreciate the gift and the craftmanship.

- Oh yea Odessa would probably get a little growly if Junkrat comes around due to their history, but he and Roadhog are still best mates so it's not uncommon for her to come back to both you and Jamison sitting in Mako's lap and chattering about all manners of things. She tolerates it.

- OHMYGOD what if Roadhog's little gesture of ownership / possessiveness is to give both you and Odessa one of his rings each? He certainly has quite a few, but his thought process is probably like Queen with the knives - it's like he's giving a small piece of himself to each of you. (Also if his ring is too big to fit on your fingers, Roadhog would be just as happy if you wore it on a necklace.)

NSFT:

CWs: fighting, blood mention, pregnancy mention?, mild exhibitionism

- So, the earlier point about Mako challenging Odessa? During ruts, the gloves come off. Both of them want you, and badly. Normally whoever gets to you first gets you, but if all three of you are in the same room, it's whoever subdues the other alpha first that gets to knot you. It's definitely a little scary at the start because it's as if your alphas turn into feral animals, but after some time it's just par for the course.

- Normally, the rut-brawls end when one alpha pins the other, but if they're both a little too riled-up the winner might just try to top the other one. It's a quick, dirty fuck, full of blood and snapping fangs and biting insults that normally ends with the topping alpha pulling out to cover the loser with jizz and their alpha scent.

- When your alphas see eye to eye enough to share in the bedroom, it normally spells trouble for you. Mako likes holding your legs apart and prepping you while you can do nothing but squirm, squeezing around those thick, rough fingers working their magic. Odessa normally knots you first, taking you against Mako's strong, steady body while he huffs and watches your face or listens to the sounds you make.

- One easy way to really break Mako is to ask him to knot you first. Especially if you ask for it softly, like you're shy about him hearing it. It really gets him going to know that you want him so badly, and by the end of it you'll be stuffed with so much cum it's a miracle you're not knocked up.

- One of Queen's favourite things is to have you suck her off while she's lounging on her throne. It's not the most... private setting, but the risk of having someone walk in to you deepthroating her cock seems to excite her. After all, what better way to show off her mate's devotion to their alpha?

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I have seen very few of the overwatch ladies with Aob universe so could you do widowmaker, sombra and tracer with sweet female alpha?

(i actually really agree with you on this anon)

(unfortunately the ask box is closed until further notice, sorry!)

(you might want to send it in again when the ask box is open for requests [which can be seen in the bio])

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younger me is a coward and i am going to give the sapphics what they want (like 5 years later LOL) we need to appreciate the ow ladies more inbox be damned !!

Widowmaker would not be an easy partner to be with. Between the procedures she was subjected to and the work she has to do under Talon, it would take an individual with an enormous heart to walk alongside her. Which is why Amelie is surprised that her alpha is... hers, for lack of a better term. Her presence, once potentially annoying to someone who was created to have no emotions, eventually becomes something that Amelie finds herself... missing, when she’s not around. Ever present and always concerned over her wellbeing, Amelie’s first reaction is to brush off her alpha’s worries, no matter how valid they may be. Still, her alpha’s love and care endure her numerous “tests”, and it’s thanks to her that some of Amelie’s conditioning starts to unravel. That scares her. But alongside that little flicker of fear, the embers of hope start to kindle inside her. Maybe, just maybe, the two of them will be able to make a life of their own.

Sombra would likely get a big kick out of teasing her alpha especially closer to the start of their relationship / courtship. After all, she has a mischievous streak a mile wide and knows wayyy too many things for her own good. With her alpha being so sweet, Sombra probably ends up reading her like an open book and in no time flat she learns exactly what buttons to push to get what she wants from her alpha. (Though, to be honest, her alpha would’ve just as easily given those things to Sombra if she just asked. Sombra tries not to think about it - she likes feeling like she’s got the upper hand, and if she thinks too much about how kind her alpha is she’ll combust.)

Tracer... ooh, she’s competitive. And energetic too. With how much she zips around and how bright and eager her personality is, she’s probably used to not being taken seriously (though that’s definitely improved after working in Overwatch for a while). Enter her alpha, who somehow balances her energy while making sure that Lena feels heard and understood, and seen for who she is. Her alpha would likely understand when to help her focus on a few important things, and when to let Lena just chase every thread that pops up in her head like a distracted puppy. Sometimes, Lena does feel like she should do more to thank her alpha for being such a wonderful mate, but the way her alpha smiles at her and reassures her that she’s doing wonderfully as she is makes her melt.

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Ana Dominating her s/o. The need is real.

grrgrrrwoofwoofBARKBARKBARK thank u sm anon this lives rent free in my head so i'll cook up some hcs if thats alright

- No matter her nature, I think Ana would have a sort of authoritative aura around her. She commands respect, and does so without needing to try. Even in her later years, while some of those edges have been sanded down by age and wisdom, it's still easy for her to flip the switch back on if she needs to.

- In the bedroom, Ana probably enjoys the phrase "good mates should be seen and not heard". If her partner behaves and obeys her instructions without kicking up a fuss, she absolutely makes sure to spoil them, making them climax over and over again until they don't even remember how to speak.

- If her partner does try to get a little bratty or mouthy, she makes sure to remind them that they're not the one in control. She doesn't use force, though - she just keeps quiet until they exhaust themself before fixing them with a glower all like "are you finished?"

- Would probably find it adorable if her partner was visibly struggling to keep quiet - biting the pillow, stifling their whimpers... it makes her want to break their self-control.

- Very good at aftercare; all her years of life have given her plenty of experience after all. She makes sure to cater to her partner's biggest need (touch, or soft praise, etc) before following up with other soothing routines.

- Very stringent about safewords and ensuring that her partner is always ready and enjoying their time together. Since she likes to push them past their soft limits and say things like "one more, you can do one more, can't you?", she makes sure to be extra vigilant in case things ever get too much.

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Hi there!!!! I absolutely love this blog this is one of my favorite prompts/AU's. Could I get Mccree in his rut and being v needy/annoying his transman omega who hasn't transitioned? (So like he/him pronouns but still has the bits) Hope this is ok!!

trans s/o LETSGOPOG

i’ll be using male terminology for the reader’s parts, if i do use it at all!

Under a cut as usual!

You hear his whine before you smell him.

It’s insistent, pitching up at just the end like how a sad puppy’s does. Deliberately, you flip to the next page of your book, barely giving him a glance. The gesture provokes a soft noise of despair, and you hear the mighty heave of someone getting out of a chair.

Soon enough, a shadow casts itself over you, blocking out the warm light overhead.

Your next inhale brings with it a mouthwatering scent - rich, buttery cocoa and smoky whiskey. Of course, underneath that is something electric, something addictive that makes something deep in your brain light up. Not one to give in so easily, you only scoot over just enough to leave a snug space between your back and the armrest. Your companion seizes the invitation instantly, slotting himself into his new spot and draping himself against your back.

“Darlin’…”

There’s a soft breathiness to his voice as he begs quietly against your ear, and you feel the warmth of his large, calloused hand slipping underneath your shirt. It’s hard not to shiver when you feel it wandering, gently caressing your stomach before dipping down to run along the waistband of your boxers - sorry, his boxers, but they’re pretty much yours now.

Something hard is pressing insistently against your back, but you choose not to acknowledge it. Instead, you let yourself enjoy the feeling of his warm, solid body against yours.

“Cole Cassidy. I’m reading,” you reply, tone chiding. You make a point to flip the page noisily, still not acknowledging what he was clearly struggling not to grind against you.

“I know, pumpkin. I’m sorry- it’s just-” he cuts off, and you feel the scratch of his beard against your neck as he buries his face in it and takes a deep sniff. The low, guttural groan he instantly lets out sends a flash of heat through you, and you bite your lip when you feel your body start to heat up in response. The space between your thighs begins to grow wet, and you grunt out a moan when he shoves his dick against your back.

“F-Fuck- smell so good, darlin’- can I- can I-”

Cassidy is drooling, you feel it soak into your shirt. Rolling your eyes, you take his hand and before he can respond, slide it into your boxers. The feeling of your slick on his fingers makes a guttural cry tumble from his lips, and he thrusts once, twice, before managing to bring himself back under control. You can feel how badly he’s trembling, feel precum leaking through his underwear and starting to soak into the back of your shirt. Still, you decide to tease him a little bit more, reaching back with a free hand to gently pet through his brown locks.

“Don’t you need to prep me first? Make sure I’m all stretched out so I can take your knot like your good omega?” Your tone is deceptively innocent, engineered to appeal to the instincts roiling inside your alpha.

Cassidy whines again, gasping out a soft swear as his prosthetic hand grasps at your thigh. The metal thrums warm against your skin, and with the way it trembles minutely tells you that Cassidy is struggling to stay mindful of his strength. You smirk. Cassidy always did try to be a gentleman in situations like these. 

The smug expression drops from your face when you feel two thick fingers push into you, stretching you instantly. Your hands scramble for purchase at the sudden intrusion, heat pooling even lower in your gut. The reaction makes Cassidy pause, so you roll your hips against his hand - a signal for him to go ahead. Your alpha returns to his task, but not before reverently whispering his gratitude, warm lips pressing against the back of your neck. It’s clear that Cassidy’s desperate as he preps you, hand shaking as his fingers pump in and out.

Wet, obscene noises soon fill the intimate space between the both of you. With how slick everything feels, there’s no doubt that Cassidy’s hand and your boxers are soaked. Even without looking, Cassidy’s excitement is clear. Heavy pants blow hot puffs of air against your skin, and you hear him swallow before letting out a low, soft groan. Suddenly, his thumb moves to press against your dick, and you barely have time to react before he starts to rub little circles into the soft nub. Fuck, it feels good, way too good.

“Cass- stop-” you gasp out, reaching to still his arm. From where you’ve tipped your head back, you can see the devastated look on his face, but to his credit, his fingers stop moving, leaving you craving for more.

“’S sum’n wrong, darlin’? Why-” His words are slurred, clearly a sign of his rut starting to affect his mind. Before he can finish his question, you lean up to shush him with a kiss, smiling when you smell the way his scent sweetens.

Pulling back, you press a finger to his lips before dragging your hand down, hooking your thumb into the waistband of your boxers and tugging, giving Cassidy a full view of the very thing he wanted.

“Well? Don’t keep me waiting.”

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per tradition i'll probably switch over to a lifeweaver theme once i get bored of the ram theme :thumbsup: but also i came across an old ask where someone wanted to know how i got the modified theme so uh if people want i can make a mini tutorial about it or something

hope yall r doing good otherwise though!

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Alpha Ramattra Headcanons

because i need to treat myself a bit and i’m taking y’all along for the ride <3 NSFT under the cut in case that isn’t your drift!

SFW:

- ramattra would tolerate his partner playing with his “hair”. initially, he wouldn’t understand why they seem so insistent on “grooming” him, but he definitely comes to appreciate the sensation of their touch

- while ramattra is quite particular about his possessions, like most alphas, he would likely appreciate the sight of his partner wearing his scarf. it’s like a mark that they’re happy to be his, and it satisfies the more feral part of his alpha programming

- very, very protective. as a leader of null sector, ramattra has shown that the safety and protection of his people are important to him. that protectiveness extends tenfold to his partner, to the point where he may not even be aware that he’s hovering around them or being smothering.

- would be very observant of his partner’s likes and dislikes, essentially saving a file dedicated to them in his processor. however, he wouldn’t make a show of it - his displays of affection are quiet and deeply thoughtful.

NSFT:

- in rut, i think ramattra would treat his partner like a conquest. whether they submit willingly to him or make him work for it, the end result is the same - his partner marked with deep, aching bruises over every inch of their exposed skin

- ramattra is notorious for his restraint. while one might expect him to use his nemesis form to subdue his partner, he still prefers the precision of his omnic form and greatly prefers it when he can bring his partner to their knees using his words or the influence he holds over them

- has a tendency to growl when he knots his partner.

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vikishus replied to your post “If an omega/alpha was in a coma when their...”

Understandable, but considering things like a major surgery that technically causes major trauma to your insides can slingshot a period ahead like, 2 weeks (cutting the normal time in half) that it could go the opposite.

oh really! i didn’t know that medical trauma could cause fluctuations like that :0 then that’s definitely an interesting point to consider in the context of heats/ruts!

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I'm not sure if your requests are open, but do you think you can do the same pre-heat scent request but with genji?

(It's been 3000 years...)

The post in question (this one's been Six years; hope i got it right because this request has been sitting in here forever)

As always, under a cut for length!

Edit: future mod coming to say i think i've written out of point. i. um. im sowwy ;A; i'll do better on another post lol

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The taste of iron fills your mouth.

Thick, cloying, unpleasant.

Vaguely, you feel your face scrunch up before you spit. Red hits the asphalt in a sticky glob before spreading into a sloppy stain - though, it’s nothing amongst the bodies littering the road, bullet shells glinting around them like fools’ gold in the woozy wash of the streetlights.

Yeah, maybe you were all fools.

Hefting your weapon in your arms, your filthy fingers reload it with practiced ease. There was no time to dally, not after getting into a literal scrap with a soldier twice your size.

Fuck, your jaw still hurt something fierce.

Your comm crackles to life as you inspect your weapon, but before you can acknowledge your caller their voice comes through with a burst of ear-grating static.

“We need backup over here!”

You recognise the voice. Despite its urgency, there's no missing its distinct Southern drawl over the rattle of compressed, tinny gunfire.

"I read you, Agent Cassidy. Send your coordinates and I'll be there asap, over."

Another crackle chases the end of your message and you pause. If someone else in need was closer, it would make sense to help them out first.

“This is Agent Genji. I will be with you when I finish-” He cuts off, and the sound of metal on metal screeches down the comm lines. Silence follows after, and you feel your heart frost over. He couldn’t be...?

“...My assistance will be delayed. My apologies. Over.”

The sigh you release makes your shoulders sag. Genji sounds lightly irked, as if what had happened was nothing more than an inconvenience. He was okay.

“Agents, I have sent Cassidy’s location to your HUDs.” The smooth clarity of Athena’s voice startles you out of your thoughts. Right. You were on a mission, not on some kind of field trip.

“Thank you, Athena. I’ll head over as soon as I can. Agent out.”

You click your comm and find yourself back in the aftermath of before. Adjusting your gear, you wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. Something sticky smears and lingers along the side of your cheek, but you don’t bother to check what it is. Things like that came with the job description, after all. What mattered now was helping your teammates out.

Your HUD blinks to life and washes your vision with electric orange, several blinking dots giving you the information you need to start moving.

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The sound of gunshots grows louder as you sprint up the hovertrack built into a steep hill. As your marker blips ever-closer to the highlighted signal, you figure that the conflict is taking place in the opulent-looking hotel up ahead.

You were so focused on your objective that you failed to notice the little red dot tracking your movement.

Pausing briefly by some sort of shattered partition, you ready your weapon and click your HUD. Alright, three of your people were in there, and there were... ten? Maybe twelve others? As you try to figure out the best way to enter, you suddenly feel the hair on the back of your neck rise.

You whip around, but it’s too late.

The flash of a muzzle.

A pop.

The droning zip of a bullet.

Nothing.

At least, that’s what should have happened. As you shakily open your eyes, you realise what’s left of the streetlight is no longer washing over your body. Instead, a shadow blocks out most of the light. The figure before you releases a soft hiss, and fluorescent green gently illuminates the small area around you.

Genji flicks his wrist, adjusting his grip on his blade. The edge is smoking, you note dumbly, and he finally turns to look at you.

“Caution is not your strong suit.”

His tone is scolding, as if this is a lecture he’s given many times over. Something in you finally snaps, and you sink to the ground with a stifled sob. Your grip stays on your weapon even as tears blur your vision, and you feel rather than see him crouch down next to you.

You vaguely hear his voice, smooth and a little robotic, speak words that don’t reach your ears. What does reach you though, is his scent. Underneath the metal, underneath the armour, it’s soft and grassy with a tinge of mint. It’s gentler than when you catch him normally, and you realise that he’s trying to comfort you.

To your horror, you feel heat begin to pool in the pit of your stomach. No. Not here, not now, not in the middle of a damn mission! Apparently common sense and dignity aren’t in your body’s skillset either.

You manage to hold back the keen on the tip of your tongue when Genji gets to his feet, tightening your hold on your weapon to stop yourself from reaching out to him. Thankfully, Genji doesn’t seem to notice. Maybe your scent isn’t that strong just yet.

“We should take the east entrance. The bulk of the conflict is happening on the ground floor. We can surprise them by dropping on them.” Genji, ever-focused, already has a plan of action laid out, and you can only nod along like an obedient puppy.

A soft hiss emanates from his body, your only warning before he takes off with hardly a backwards glance. You marvel at the way his footsteps are near-silent on the stained, cracked tile, and the way his lithe body springs forward like a cat, clearing obstacles with ease. Gods, what would he be like if-

Abruptly, he stops and turns to face you.

"Agent." His tone is chiding, and you find yourself scrambling to unsteady feet in a tangle of limbs. An apology tumbles from your lips as you catch up to him, which he regards with an incline of his head. Genji wastes no time in forging ahead once more, leaving you to awkwardly lumber after him.

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The two of you manage to reach your destination without being detected – no surprise, since everyone's attention is likely focused on what's going on inside. Peering over the catwalk, the two of you assess the situation from far above. Or rather, Genji does. You’re more focused on the gentle heat he emanates, the quiet hiss and slide of his armour as he moves, and the ever-present aroma of lush mint.

“Agent.”

Genji’s voice, low and smooth, manages to shake you out of your thoughts. Strange. He normally isn’t the type to address you directly - at least, not by such an impersonal title. Does he know that you’re…?

“I’m listening,” you manage to grit out, mindful to keep your advantageous position hidden even with the cacophony of battle ringing around you.

“Good.”

Your instincts almost make you preen under his praise (if it could even be called that), but you hold yourself together enough to catch his next instruction.

“Cover me. I’ll focus on the backline. We can free up some space for Cassidy and the rest to start fighting back.”

Genji gives you a moment to get into position before he dives off the edge, leaving a streak of green light in his wake. By the time his targets realise that they’re under fire, it’s already too late - Genji’s taken them out in a flurry of swordsmanship and shurikens.

Remembering that you have a job that doesn’t include ogling the almost feline display of grace happening in front of you, you roll into a crouch and ready your weapon. Squeezing the trigger, you grit your teeth when it kicks into your shoulder, the dull but familiar sensation sharpening your focus for the moment. There’s something underneath that’s fighting to take over, but you’re able to push it down…

For now.

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It takes almost no time for the two of you to subdue a few more Talon agents - a fact that you’re thankful for, because your vision is starting to cloud and your tactical gear is beginning to feel like a suffocating prison. Sweat drips down your nose and trickles down your neck in unpleasant rivulets. It soaks into your underclothes and makes them stick, bunching up in ways that makes your skin crawl. Vaguely, you hear someone panting - is that you? It takes everything in you to stay focused, hunched over into a tight little ball in the corner of the catwalk you were asked to stay at. Why were you staying there again? Something about support…?

At that moment, a familiar scent wafts past your nose.

Metal, grass, mint.

Somehow, Genji is by your side the next time you blink. His armour is stained with dirt and blood - an outcome of the work he just carried out. Despite this, his soft, lush scent persists, utterly enticing to the omega inside you that wants nothing but to rip off your gear, present yourself to him.

Saliva floods your mouth, threatening to spill down your chin.

By the grace of those above, you manage to keep your mouth shut, swallowing the evidence of your desire. It might be because of your heat-addled mind, but you swear that you see his visor flash, swear that his scent grows just a little bit stronger.

Suddenly, you make out a jumble of noises that sound like your name. Huh? Was someone calling you?

The sound repeats, and you realise that Genji is the one trying to get your attention. Heat rushes to your face, and your tongue feels thick and clumsy as you try to answer. You want to assure him that you're fine, that you'll continue to support him from above.

To your horror, the only sound you make is a whine - needy and undeniable.

No. No no no no! This isn't part of the plan! You're on a mission, for goodness sake. This is the last place you need your biology putting everyone at risk. Shame quickly makes your eyes grow hot, and you duck your head to stare stubbornly at the cracked tile beneath you. If Genji was going to regard you with any sort of disgust, you would rather have Talon execute you right where you were standing.

The sounds of the battlefield feel muffled through the cotton clouding your mind and the painfully awkward atmosphere does nothing to help that. You don't dare to lift your head, certain that you'll disintegrate the instant your eyes meet Genji's.

Suddenly, you feel something warm and soft wrap around you and almost instantly, you're enveloped by that awful, wonderful, distracting scent.

“Stay close to me. I will protect you.”

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i realise now that after the very unpopular site-wide content ban years ago, looking for spicy posts via mobile tag search is near-impossible so as a heads-up i’ll be changing all “n//s//f//w” tags to “nsft” [meaning “not safe for tumblr”] so please do filter your content experience according to your preferences!

I’ll make a post with an update once the tag changeover is complete!

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It’s done! :D feel free to drop an ask if there are any issues!

[a-b-overwatch]

Tag Update

i realise now that after the very unpopular site-wide content ban years ago, looking for spicy posts via mobile tag search is near-impossible so as a heads-up i’ll be changing all “n//s//f//w” tags to “nsft” [meaning “not safe for tumblr”] so please do filter your content experience according to your preferences!

I’ll make a post with an update once the tag changeover is complete!

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AAAAAAAAAAH YOURE BACK

AAAAAAA KIND OF?

i've still got a. like, 4 year old inbox to clear but thank you very much for the excitement! ;u; i'm really happy to hear that there are people still interested in this blog

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If an omega/alpha was in a coma when their heat/rut came, what would happen? Would it be as intense as it usually would be or less so? How would their body react?

that's a good question! personally, i feel that because the individual is in a coma, this means that their body must have experienced something traumatic or incredibly damaging - meaning that their body had to react in that manner in order to preserve their life.

as such, i would say that having a heat/rut would be the last thing the individual's body is interested in. so if their heat/rut was meant to occur while they were still in their comatose state, most times it just... wouldn't happen. being in heat/rut is a state that demands a lot of energy from the body, which it cannot afford in such a fragile condition.

on the off-chance that it still does happen, it would definitely be much milder than usual. however, those instances are quite rare and most medical staff are trained to carry out the appropriate protocol to ensure the safety of the individual