Imagining Omegaverse overstimulation makes my skin craaawl. Because,
Alphas naturally have an enhanced sense of smell (linked to those good hunter vs. gatherer days).
So imagine that it’s been a hard day at work. The only thing you want is the comfort of your den. Literally the only thing holding you together, is the fact your car smells so solely like you.
That you spent an hour within its confines
In your driveway, yeah. It’s pretty bad.
Even the truly faded scents of betas that had brushed you during day are overwhelming. Even worse the preteen on the verge of presentation.
Who had knocked into your back while roughhousing..
Oh, like the volatile teen hormones aren’t enough. The higher being from hell had to throw in budding pheromones… which produce at varying strengths, regardless of overstimulated senses!
So yeah, you’re pretty sure you hate kids. Adults. Hell even the stairs that bar you from your den.
Who had the audacity to make them so steep, why did you lock your door again???
Deep breath, it’s so other people don’t fuck up the one good thing. The unscented paradise.
Your den. Which offers no outside scents, as you’re quick to shed scented clothes outside its walls. Just arguably clean air, rife with your scent.
It would be so soo easy to climb within its cushiony cacophony. Accepting temporary death in accordance with tempering your senses.
But meticulousness has you climbing in the shower. Washing away the invading scents.
Until Finally. You are able to launch yourself within the angel soft masterpiece.
The piece de resistance, your denned in bed. Which feels so so cool, on every sense.
Like a cold plunge
A factory reset.
A damn good place for an after work nap.
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As you drift into dreamland, you thank someone. For the fact that your own scent is a comfort to thine own aching senses. That the world allows you one. Really really good thing. <3