Mandela’s current Ref sheet! I will be translating this into a drawing, maybe multiple pages
He is an Omega but sports Beta features, specifically in his height, fangs, and scent (I will create a guide for how scents work in this universe with real life examples you can experience yourself!)
His clothing revolves around a special interest in Cinnamoroll and Tensei Kawaii, though he likes anything comfortable
He wears scent patches on the back of his neck, the curve of his jaw, and wrists. There’s a personal scent blocker in his nose that looks like a black septum ring
You would think being told you’re being forced to join a pack would bother you more than it does. That you’d be upset, angered about being pushed into an already formed pack. But it doesn’t. Perhaps it’s because you know you’re not being forced to bond with them, simply being there to keep their pack from falling apart despite you doubting it ever would. Or perhaps it’s because you never had much desire to build your own pack- search for an omega to bond with.
You’ve always been considered a ‘lone wolf’ of sorts. Packless, mateless, and even without a team. No desire to build a pack. No desire to find a mate. And even if you had desire to be apart of a team, it’d have to be one without an alpha as other alphas tend to get overly territorial whenever you’re around. That’s why the 141 would be perfect for you- no other alphas to compete with.
John Price, the beta currently sitting across from you, is the only current obstacle. It’s really up to him whether or not you’d become a part of the team. Even if he’s forced into letting you join, he could choose not to fully integrate you into the team. Leave you as an outsider only to be interacted with on missions.
“You’re the alpha they chose?” Price questions, raising a brow as he looks over you. You’re tall- taller than even Ghost- and you’ve got a good build. Physically, you’re the type of person someone would picture when thinking ‘alpha’.
“Yes, sir.” You can tell the respectful answer surprises him. It’s not often an alpha will treat a beta well. Betas are often looked down on as they can’t do things omegas can such as carrying pups, or properly help an alpha through their heat. They also tend to have softer scents that can only really be smelled by their mates. They seem almost scentless to anyone else.
“We’re not looking for an alpha to join our pack.” Price explains, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back in his chair. “You’re only here because we were given no choice.”
“I understand. Admittedly, I wasn’t looking for a pack to join either. I wasn’t given a choice much like you.” He tilts his head, seemingly not quite believing that as an alpha you weren’t interested in a pack. “I know that you don’t wish for me to join your pack. And I’m not going to try to force my way in. I’ll stay on the outside, only stepping in for missions if that’s what you prefer. Anything from here on out is entirely up to you.”
Price remains silent for a few moments, clearly thinking over what you said. “I respect your willingness to do as I want rather than trying to force your way like most alphas would. I know that it must be difficult to step down to a beta.”
“Not at all.” You shake your head in response. “I have no problem being beneath a beta. Honestly, my instincts aren’t exactly like they should be. I’ve never had the desires or instincts as other alphas. If it wasn’t for my scent, most people would probably mistake me for a beta.”
Price nods along before standing up. “Very well. For now, I’ll allow you to hang around the rest of the pack for a while- let them decide how much they’re willing to let you do. As the pack omegas, their thoughts are the most important.”
You stand up as well, prepared to follow him out of his office. It’s pretty easy for you to agree to his demands. It’s his pack, after all. And it makes sense that he’d leave it up to the omegas since it’s their instincts that’ll be affected the most by your presence.
Though Price already has an idea on how everything will go after catching the faintest whiff of your scent while passing you despite you wearing scent blockers. Even with the blockers it comes through pretty clearly, which means it’d be even stronger for the omegas. He can only imagine how intense it’d be without the blockers hiding most of it.
Price just hopes that his omegas can control themselves around the alpha seeing as you’ll be living around them. Something that’s completely different from all the other alphas they encounter for a few hours at most. Being around an alpha with a strong scent practically 24/7 will surely push his omegas to their limits.
SV A/B/O situation where Shen Yuan was an Alpha in his first life.
He would never admit it, but he hated it, too. Like he's a trans egg for at least his secondary gender but he had no wherewithal to process that, plus his health issues meant he was totally failing to meet a lot of the standard expectations for Alphas to be strong and hale and fit and so on, which is part of what drew him into reading masculine power fantasy novels where the protagonists are always peak Alpha males.
Except that he's not really into that, too, because (insert complicated feelings about genderx2 here), so part of the reason why Luo Binghe lit his brain up so much on his first read was that narrative element of perpetual dissatisfaction and existential futility. That he insists is a major flaw because it's too unjust for Luo Binghe to never be happy in all his conquering Alpha male emperor glory.
Airplane reading his comments like, wow we don't have time to unpack all that...
Anyway, when Shen Yuan transmigrates into Shen Jiu he finds that despite his Alpha presentation and his description in the book as an Alpha, Shen Qingqiu is apparently an Omega. Who had been disguising his secondary gender for some baffling reason (dysphoria) that probably had to do with social disadvantages or pride or something (dysphoria 100%) but he's not exactly around for Shen Yuan to ask.
At first the OOC locks mean that Shen Yuan has to keep pretending to be an Alpha (not hard, he's been doing that his whole life so far -- by which he means actually being an Alpha in his first life, of course) but then he finishes the Skinner Demon mission and in the midst of that, Luo Binghe and Ning Yingying get a good whiff of his actual pheromones, after which Shen Yuan figures it's no use trying to keep up the OG's charade.
But this is also strategically sound! Luo Binghe in PIDW did not kill Omegas. In fact several of his future wives arguably did him dirtier than Shen Qingqiu, albeit at a less formative age.
Shen Yuan decides the only path forward is to Omega it up as hard as he can. He's going to have to compensate extra not only for the OG's past abuses and misconduct as a mentor, but also for his years spent "pretending" to be an Alpha, and for Shen Yuan's own completely understandable certainly real difficulties in "pretending" to be an Omega now. It will be really hard for him, all things considered, so he is going to have to be as maternal, gentle, brave, compassionate, and prone to somehow landing in mortal peril with his clothing artfully torn and tears glistening his eyes as the most cliche Omegas straight out of fiction. He is going to mother the protagonist so hard that Luo Binghe won't be able to make an exception for killing him, because everything that saved those other Omegas, Shen Qingqiu is now going to dial up to eleven.
If he commits to it and works really hard at it, maybe it will be enough to stave off Luo Binghe's resentment, and he'll be able to retire in peace after all is said and done.
Just a friendly note for people writing Omegaverse, if your character has parts for both impregnating and being impregnated as a normal aspect of being alpha/omega, they're not intersex. Intersex is a real collection of identities that are much more complicated - and varied - than simply having "both sets", and comes with a lot of social baggage as our bodies are typically considered to be defective, and in need of (often forceful) medical correction. It's not a term you should be using for fantasy scenarios where a character simply has two types of genitalia.
If you don't know what else to call these types of characters, either dualsex or salmacian is more appropriate.
Scent description can be a big part of omegaverse. This is a master list of Alpha, Beta and Omega scents I've compiled. I will add to them when new things pop up for me.
Note: Just because I've put a scent in a certain category, doesn't mean you can't use it for one of the other second genders. 🫶 I kind of like that alpha a little more savoury, musky and deep. And omega are more sweet, fresh and light. But that's just my interpretation.
I'm starting with Alpha. I'll update the other two a little later.
Beta!Simon who sneaks his way into Omega!Reader's bed one night, slipping under your blankets fully clothed to see what happens.
His breath hitches when your lazy hand finds his lower stomach under his clothes, sliding its way up to his chest and bringing the fabric along with it.
He adjusts his position, shrugs off the fabric from his body, taking it off to give you space to touch his warm skin.
He lays on his side, taking in your sleeping face and pulling you in closer, until your naked chests are touching each other.
He wonders if you'll settle now, but all thoughts dissipate from his mind once he feels your fingers undoing the drawstring of his sweatpants.
He knows then, why Omega!Johnny started choosing to sleep with you instead of on his own.
Omega!reader who always puts on pajamas only to slowly take every piece off throughout the night, one by one.
Omega!reader who lets Omega!Johnny slip under the covers when it's too late and too cold at night, gladly sharing a bed and blankets even with half-naked bodies.
Omega!Johnny who started to get into your room on purpose after he realized you took your clothes off to sleep better. What better way to grow intimate, right? Intimacy is the key to every strong relationship, he thinks, so better to start there.
Alphas Kyle and John who watch you two around the house like you're two celestial bodies about to collide with one another, just waiting for the moment when the tension becomes too much and ends up pulling you two impossibly close.
Beta!Simon who watches how Omega!Johnny always gets close too with a bothered look in his eyes, not knowing if he should join him or pull you from him – ever one to like winning games, not one to play just for the sake of taking part.
Yknow that myth about periods syncing? Well that but heats with omega!reader and omega!simon....
It was, shockingly, actually your cycle that ghost synced with. Which means hes totally unprepared when his heat hits him, not having put in the proper leave requests or anything. This results in a very grumpy lieutenant for a few days when he realizes he wont be able to get to his flat before his heat starts properly.
Price gave him a few options, but out of all of them the least painful was sharing his heat with you. You live alot closer to base, so only and hours drive and he was there.
You, for the most part, seemed absolutely thrilled to have ur fellow pack omega with you. You pulled simon into ur apartment and showed him ur nest, much more extravagant than the one on base, and all the hear supplies you were willing to share. The more you spoke the more ghost realized he maybe was an outlier with how he handled heats.
Usually just tucked away in his nest, no toys or snacks or anything. Gritting his teeth and riding it out.
When he mentions this, you gasp "What? Dude, no wonder you get so grumpy during heats, that sounds miserable! Here, lay down, this will be good."
And it is good. You scent ghost all over, snuggle up against his chest until hes purring in contentment. You encourage him to touch himself when the urges strike, even help him take a knotted dildo for the first time. Its all so overwhelming and good to have his packmate there to guide him. A calming presence he never knew he needed.
When he gets extra needy, whining about how he needs to be pinned? Ur more than happy to take a knotted dildo and ur strap, biting his scruff like an alpha would while u cant into him.
Needless to say, ghost asks to spend the rest of his heats with you, and you happily agree.
I just read your ABO fic with Ghost and I really love it! Can I request an omega male reader who abandoned his heat long time ago and Price is there to help him 🥹
— break the fever
pairing: john 'bravo 0-6' price | male! reader
warnings: mdni, omega reader, bottom reader, first heat in years, knotting, scenting, using suppressants for years, praise
(y/n) had forgotten what it was like to feel it. The burn, the ache. The way his skin felt too tight, too sensitive. The way his body called—no, screamed—for something it had been denied far too long.
Suppressants had dulled it for years. It was easier that way. Cleaner. More professional. Omegas were always seen as weak, even if he’d clawed tooth and nail to be seen as more than that. He was a soldier. A sniper. He didn’t need his biology interfering.
But John Price—bloody Captain Price—had seen right through him.
And now, (y/n) was on his knees in the captain’s quarters, sweating through his t-shirt, biting his lip raw as slick gathered between his thighs and heat rolled off him in waves. He was trembling, glassy-eyed, and dizzy from the scent of him.
Alpha. John.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” John murmured, crouching in front of him. His calloused fingers brushed the mess of (y/n)’s hair back from his flushed face. “You did good taking ‘em off. Let your body breathe. Just like I told you.”
(y/n) whimpered, nearly panting. “Hurts…”
“I know it does,” John said, voice husky and soft. “First heat in years. It’s gonna come hard and fast.”
His scent was rich, thick with dominance and safety—like cedarwood, smoke, and something warm and grounding. It overwhelmed (y/n)’s senses, made his inner omega keeningly aware that his Alpha was right there. So close. So capable.
“Need—” (y/n) broke off, grinding his thighs together in desperation.
“What do you need, love?” John asked, brushing his thumb over (y/n)’s cheek. “Say it. Tell me.”
(y/n) didn’t usually beg. Not for help. Not for touch. But this was different. He was unraveling, and Price was the only thing tethering him to the ground.
“I—I need you,” he gasped. “Need your scent. Need your—fuck, please, need your cock.”
John’s pupils dilated, and a low rumble vibrated from his chest.
“There he is,” the Alpha murmured. “That’s my good boy.”
(y/n) practically melted at the praise. John scooped him up effortlessly, laying him out on the bed with reverence. He peeled (y/n)’s sweat-soaked clothes off, baring skin flushed pink with heat.
“Beautiful omega,” John muttered, trailing his fingers down (y/n)’s stomach. “All this time, you’ve been sufferin’ in silence.”
(y/n) bit his lip hard, trying not to cry. “Didn’t wanna be a burden.”
John growled low, possessively. “You’re mine. Never a burden.”
The scenting came next. It was overwhelming in the best way—John pressing his face into (y/n)’s neck, dragging his stubble across scent glands that throbbed with need. He licked, nuzzled, growled approval, and (y/n) couldn’t stop squirming beneath him.
“Gonna make you smell like me,” John said, voice rough. “No one else gets to touch you. Ever. You hear me?”
(y/n) nodded rapidly, clinging to his shirt. “Y-Yes, Alpha.”
The way that word rolled off his tongue made John snap. His mouth was on (y/n)’s throat, his hands spreading soft thighs apart, exposing the drenched mess between them. Slick had soaked the sheets, and the scent of it nearly drove the Alpha feral.
John lined himself up, hard and thick against (y/n)’s entrance.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised, voice hoarse with restraint. “You’re tight, yeah? Haven’t had an Alpha knot you proper. But I’ll take care of you. I always take care of what’s mine.”
(y/n) reached for him, already breathless. “Please don’t tease.”
John’s answer was a slow, firm push.
(y/n) arched off the bed with a broken moan. The stretch was almost unbearable, but he didn’t care. His body was burning, his hole fluttering around the thick length filling him inch by inch. He needed this. Needed him.
“You’re takin’ me so well,” John whispered, gripping (y/n)’s thighs as he sank deeper. “So fuckin’ good for me.”
(y/n) sobbed out a gasp, stars dancing behind his eyes as John finally bottomed out. He was so full, and John wasn’t even knotted yet. The pressure alone made his cock leak and twitch against his belly.
John moved slow at first, shallow thrusts meant to open him up further, soothe the pain. But the slick pouring out of (y/n) made everything glide easier, wetter, hotter. Soon, John’s rhythm turned punishing, hips slamming against (y/n)’s ass as he chased the knot building at the base of his cock.
“Feel that?” John growled, cupping (y/n)’s face. “That’s your Alpha stretchin’ you out. Gonna fill you up. Knot you so deep you’ll feel me for days.”
(y/n) could barely breathe. He nodded, mouth open in a silent cry as every thrust hit something electric inside him.
“Alpha—Alpha, I can’t—” he babbled, legs trembling.
“Yes, you can,” John grunted. “You need it. Let go, sweetheart.”
Then it hit him—his orgasm crashing through his body with a violent shudder. (y/n) cried out, his whole body tightening around John’s cock, milking him greedily. That was all it took for John to let go with moan.
He slammed in deep, knot swelling, locking them together as hot, thick cum flooded (y/n)’s pulsing heat. It was too much, dripping out of him even as the knot sealed it in.
(y/n) went limp, trembling and boneless, still spasming around him.
John cupped his face again, eyes soft now, full of something deeper than just lust. “That’s it, baby. All done. I got you.”
The heat wasn’t over—not yet. But this first round had broken something open inside (y/n). For the first time in years, he didn’t feel ashamed of what he was. He felt wanted. Needed. Loved.
He clung to John, whimpering against his chest.
“You’re staying, right?” he whispered.
John kissed his hair, knot still buried deep.
“Not going anywhere,” he said. “I’ll ride this heat out with you. Every fuckin’ second. I’ll give you everything you need. Over and over, until your body knows it’s safe.”
And (y/n) believed him.
Because for the first time in his life, he wasn’t facing this alone.
I’m going to start reposting Omegaverse content, for this blog it won’t be tagged as mature outside of what the OP did
Please be warned that this isn’t exactly a SFW blog! My main blog is tagged simply because it’s universal, everything is on there. This blog is Omegaverse specific
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