My toxic trait is that I am far more interested in the socio-economic and geopolitical implications of ABO settings than the smut.
For example: I can't read any ABO AUs set in England or France because while I can suspend my disbelief far enough for a gender trinary set up, I can't suspend it enough to believe those two countries would still be distinct entities in a alternate history where Richard the Lionheart could have impregnated Philip II.
If there was a viable dynastic future with Richard, Philip would have climbed him like an oak and dragged him to the altar if he had to. It's a match that makes perfect sense from both their points of view: Philip gets Aquitaine back under French rule, the best general in Europe on his council, and a powerful check on the Angevins... then unexpectedly (after Henry the Young bites it) the entire Kingdom of England for his Capetian dynasty. Richard meanwhile gets to stick it to his father, secure Aquitaine's prosperity, and gets the leverage to start pushing for his mother's release. Then when Henry kicks the bucket Richard doesn't actually have to be King of England in anything but name: Philip can run the countries and unify the Crowns and what not while Richard runs off to go Crusading.
Plus they also like, loved each other and stuff and being able to get to be together long term instead of being torn apart by politics would have been cool. But I'm mainly obsessed with the historical and dynastic implications.
All this to say any ABO au set in England or France that doesn't have them united as a singular Anglo-Frank empire is doing it wrong.
AlphaDad!Satoru who loves his sweet girl so much :( always scenting you and keeping you close, even before you presented as an omega. He just couldn’t help it! You were his only child, and you were such a daddy's girl too, how could he not love you?
AlphaDad!Satoru comes home one night after a rough mission, groaning and tugging off his shoes lazily, mind filled with thoughts of you and how long you’d probably been waiting for him before he suddenly notices the sickly sweet scent of sugar.
AlphaDad!Satoru Almost immediately he sports a hard-on, his secondary gender roaring to life as he drunkenly stumbles towards the scent. It couldn’t have been his wife, she was a beta, and she was off on a business trip over sea’s, so did that mean…?
AlphaDad!Satoru stops at your door, breath hitching as he realizes that sweet scent was yours. His sweet girl was finally presenting her secondary gender, and she was an omega. A sweet, little omega, enduring her first heat alone.
AlphaDad!Satoru slams your door open, stumbling inside where a deep growl escapes his throat, eyes narrowing in on where your bare pussy was desperately rutting into one of your pillows :( Your hands are clawing at one of his dirty sweaters, shoving it in your face to muffle your cute little moans while your twitchy clit rubs itself raw.
AlphaDad!Satoru doesn't even notice when he pounces on you, shoving down his pants and underwear to mindlessly rub his cock against your pussy. Your scent is so much more stronger up close, and he hardly hears your little whines for him to put it in before he’s drunkenly shoving his cock inside your tight puss.
AlphaDad!Satoru pounds into your little cunt form hours after, filling your sloppy pussy full of his cum until you’re bloated and sated, your heat finally calming down now that your daddy stuffed you full <3
AlphaDad!Satoru kisses and cleans you tenderly, praising you and calling you his good girl, his cute little mate, and how well you did for your first heat. You barely remember the fact that you had dropped your phone mid call with your mom moments prior to your dad coming home, accidentally leaving the speaker on the whole time your daddy pounded you through your heat <3
🧼:"Lt. I've been thinking."
💀: "What’s on your mind?"
Perhaps Soap has been thinking a lot about what Ghost's fangs would look like (clearly alpha fangs).😋🫣
Tags/Warnings: 18+, Smut, A/b/o Dynamics, Age Difference, Older Man/Younger Woman, Targcest, Uncle/Niece, Breeding Kink, Knotting, Mating Bites, Porn Without Plot
Summary: Your uncle's arrival for your upcoming wedding to Valarr triggers your first heat.
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Note: This is purely self-indulgent smut that I have written for myself for my birthday. Also, not edited at all.
Valyrian blood came not only with the ability to command dragons. For some, it came with heightened senses, greater strength, a generally domineering personality. In the Common Tongue, those of this disposition were called Alpha. Warriors, leaders, fierce protectors.
But where there was Alpha, there needed to be its contrasting force. Omega. Meant to calm others with their allure, their beauty, and eager to yield to someone worthy. Fertile. Able to proliferate the blood.
Those of the blood who did not inherit either were called Beta. They were the same as Common Folk.
Since the death of the dragons, the Targaryens had suffered a decided lack of Omegas, and Alphas had begun to dwindle as well.
Only one of King Daeron’s four sons, who had been a Beta himself, presented as Alpha. His youngest. Some had feared he would try to challenge Prince Baelor, as Daemon – born an Alpha and a bastard – had challenged Daeron the Good. But Prince Maekar loved his brother deeply and fought at his side to protect his claim.
His virility as an Alpha was proven when he fathered six children on his wife, though she perished after the sixth. Some said that it had been cruel to marry a Beta woman to an Alpha, for there was no way for her to keep up with his appetites.
Maekar’s eldest was a Beta, his second as well, the others too young still to tell their designation, if they had one. He had not remarried. Had spent his biannual ruts in seclusion, locked away for others’ safety.
And then, you happened. His oldest niece. No one had expected you to present as anything, but they certainly rejoiced when you did. A new Omega. The first in decades. You were promptly promised to Valarr, the heir’s heir. To bear the Beta man children who would hopefully be luckier than he and inherit your blood, strengthen the main line again.
You had developed your glands, matured into the willowy body so known for Omegas, but you had not had your first heat. No one knew when it would happen, only that it would be soon.
Whoever had allowed your uncle to come to the Keep for your upcoming nuptials to Valarr had been a fool. Only smart enough not to leave you alone with him, not to let you touch.
But with so few Alphas and Omegas around, they had forgotten. You did not need to be especially close, nor touch. The moment your uncle entered the castle, you could smell him.
It was the sweetest, most addicting scent you had ever known. And soon after, your body betrayed you. The slick that coated your thighs was thick and copious as you writhed in your bed, belly stabbing with the pain of emptiness. Your heat had come upon you, and you laid there, keening, needing, knowing that the only one who could help you was your uncle and his knot.
In between waves of arousal, you gathered all the pillows, blankets and fabrics you could find, building a nest atop your bed, something to be proud of – a good place to have pups, to be bred.
The moment it had happened, you had been sequestered in your chambers, two guards at your door, trusted men. Only women were allowed to come inside and attend you.
Two days passed like this. You did not know this, but Maekar was suffering as much as you, if not more. He had known, too, the moment he entered the castle, that you were meant for him. That he had triggered your first heat had only confirmed it.
As soon as his brother became aware of your predicament, Baelor had ordered him confined. Maekar had cursed at him, accused him of a lack of trust, but ultimately he had known that his eldest brother was right.
Oh, how right he had been. He should have done more.
Maekar watched you, watched how you took his cock, your cunt all too eager to swallow him, squeeze the life out of him.
Four guards – two at his door, two at yours, had not been nearly enough, once his rut had begun, triggered early due to what you had awakened in him.
Your mewls were heavenly, sinful, everything in between. They were his entire world. He rutted into you with a force that would surely bruise, but your heat would not let you feel it, working overtime to heal you quickly, to make you receptive and resilient.
Every thrust had his knot catching more, the ridges rubbing against your gummy walls.
“She wants me to breed her, doesn’t she?” he growled, leaning down to mouth over your throat, over your mating gland. Something deep down inside him knew he should not do this. If he bit you there, Maekar would make your womb useless to all but him. It would not bear pups for any seed but his. But just the thought of you, swollen with child – with children – that were not his, had him wanting to rage, destroy, and take you far away.
He would not let anyone separate you from him. As a last effort, Maekar tried to recall how small you’d been as a babe, how innocent, tried to grasp onto the image to stop himself from knotting you, from claiming you, but it would not hold.
Maekar could only see you as you were beneath him, grown, tits ready to fill with milk, hips wide, perfect for birthing. And you were moaning his name, begging him for his cock, for his knot, for his seed. “Please, kēpus, please, I want it, want your pups, please, need it.”
His groin was soaked with your juices, the evidence of how ready you were. With your legs drawn over his shoulders, pressed to your front, you were as close as you could be, panting against each other.
The longer he fucked you, the higher your wails became, the more incoherent your babbles, and he knew that you were close.
“Kēpus,” you moaned when your muscles tensed and the mindless bliss of your orgasm took you.
Your cunt clamped around him, spasming, and it was this which caused his knot to lock you together, his own release only two small rocks of his hips behind, flooding you with spurts of cum as his head lowered to your nape, and pierced the tender, inflamed skin of your glands.
The horror that raced down his spine was but a shadow compared to the joy, to the lust. It was like he was coming again, and his cock jerked, filling you even more. You would have overflowed, had his knot not kept it all inside.
He saw how your abdomen swelled with the sheer amount of seed he had released into you.
You could feel the fullness, too. You trembled around his cock, cunt still fluttering, trying to draw even more from him – everything he could give.
Maekar had never known this pleasure, this rightness.
On the rare occasions Dyanna had managed to coax a knot from him, it had not been like this. She had borne it out of love for him, but he always knew that it had been uncomfortable for her. Not with you.
You whimpered around it, and moved, fucking yourself on his still hard cock. Utterly insatiable. “More,” you demanded, breathless, “please, I need more, it needs to take, uncle, kēpus, please.”
When Baelor reached your chambers, Maekar had already begun taking you again, each thrust jolting your body, the bite mark at your throat sluggishly weeping blood.
He growled at his brother and bared his teeth, covering you with his body, but he did not stop rutting into you. Baelor did not meet his eyes, instead glancing somewhere over his shoulder, a faint, embarrassed flush on his face.
“Peace, brother,” he reassured, “we will not take you from her.” We can’t. You’ve claimed her. Your niece. Who had been meant as a bride for your nephew.
"The dick joke robin made in s5 is so weird!" When did we stop making stobin conjoined entities? They know every fact abt eachother. They have 0 boundaries. They know eachother inside and out.
