I love non-traditional omegaverse ESPECIALLY vulnerable alphas. Alphas who panic and try to pull away when they knot because it’s too much, and the Omega that soothes and shushes them. Alphas who get feverish and clingy during rut, not wanting to be alone, needing Omega scent like oxygen. Alphas who cry when biting because they feel so overwhelmed and it’s just so good. Alphas who black out during rut and don’t remember if they did a good job or not and ask their Omega for reassurance. Alphas who hoard plushies on the bed to protect when their Omega is out of town. Just… soft alphas.
Thinking about a recessive alpha who is self conscious over his designation and mildly sweet scent and his alpha best friend who doesn’t ridicule his ways, but embraces them.
Alpha best friend who seeks his recessive alpha friend because they are the only one to soothe their outbursts, their pain, their feelings - they find comfort in a strong yet calm presence, more than any omega and their scent. They’ve been friends for a long time, and balance one another.
Recessive alpha and his alpha best friend being teased at the university because of their closeness and preference for one another over anyone else. At first they think the others are just being silly.
Alphas don’t love other alphas, right?
But one day, a pretty omega asks the best friend out in front of the recessive alpha, and he feels dread pool at his stomach. But he is surprised when his friend doesn’t even bat an eye at the omega before gently turning them down. The alpha is relieved on the inside, and almost as if sensing his distress his best friend presses their shoulders together as they walk away, a protective spike in his scent.
The recessive alpha asks his friend, “Why did you turn them down? They were beautiful, smart, everything you deserve in a mate.” His best friend looks a little lost before wrapping an arm around the others shoulder with a chuckle before saying matter of factly, “A mate? I don’t really want one. I have you, don’t I?”
The recessive alpha cannot stop the tinge of redness on his cheeks, his eyes wide as he looks his friend in the face, who looks completely undeterred by the weight of his words. He simply nods, his voice rough. “Y-Yeah, you have me.”
And soon, more ways than they had ever tested out.
I just love really soft Alpha's not those kinds you expect society to act like.
I mean these alpha s aren't gonna hold back loving cute things, cooking, and just being a geek or nerd!!!
Adoring their partner/mate so much, since sometimes society really is cruel, putting expectations on alphas to be "manly"
Good stuff!
In my au, the emphasis isn't on alphas to be "manly" because not all of my alphas are men. Similarly, not all of my omegas are women so there isn't an emphasis on being "feminine". Instead, alpha's are socialized to be self-assured/attentive, betas are taught to be earnest/loyal, and omegas are taught to be dedicated/proactive.
These are traits that aren't gendered but can also materialize a million different ways in a million different people, with common threads.
That was a bit of a tangent, but the moral of the story is good work and make sure you have some sort of reasoning behind why your alpha being soft is abnormal!
52 I thought I almost lost you, ummm alpha steve and omega reader?
author’s note || pls bear with me, I’ve never done (nor do I really read) A/B/O before so I’m hella sorry if it’s bad. Also, I’m assuming you want smutty because it’s A/B/O?? ah sorry, I’m nervous because I’ve never done it!! I really hope you like it🥺🥺
psa || I know this has the ‘marking’ thing in it, however, I don’t describe what the skin looks like when Steve marks it!!
prompt || “I thought I almost lost you.”
warnings || a/b/o, smutty as hell, vaginal sex, swearing, soft!alpha!steve
You cringed as you heard the door slam, making the whole house vibrate. You could hear Steve’s large booming steps on the hardwood floor. You sigh and start up the paperwork you were doing before he got home.
The two of you had just gotten back from a mission, a tough one at that. You had jumped in front of Steve when multiple guns were being shot at him. You had taken a bullet to the top of your shoulder, it had almost missed. There was blood seeping through your suit and you immediately hit the ground, yelling in agony. You don’t really remember what happened after that, but Natasha had informed you that Steve had gone into a pretty hefty rage.
After you got back to the tower, you were given painkillers and bed rest for the next week. Steve, on the other hand, hadn’t spoken to you one bit. He didn’t speak to you on the quinjet, in the infirmary, and even when he left the tower. You assumed he had just been wandering around Brooklyn and trying to cool himself down. However, it seemed he failed at that.
So here you were, almost 3 AM, and just finishing up paperwork before a livid Steve to burst through your apartment door. He was very loud; he would curse and rummage about, making as much noise as it seemed possible. He took off his boots halfway to the couch and took large breaths to keep his cool.
He couldn’t get that vision out of his head. It was like your blood was still on him, fresh and thick as it splat onto his skin. You scared the living fuck out of him, considering that he would be utterly devastated, rotted to the core if you had died in his arms. He just got so angry at the fact that you would risk your life for his.
He knew he would do the exact same in that situation but for some reason he just couldn’t get your death out of his head. He can’t afford to lose the one thing keeping him grounded and loved and happy.
You peak yourself out from your studies, watching as a tear rolled down Steve’s cheek. Your heart dropped into your stomach at the sight, wanting to so badly comfort him. You ever so slowly walk over to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
That’s when he spoke up. “I thought I almost lost you.”
The defining silence told you everything, especially when he stared at you with sad orbs. You still sat next to him, watching as his tears continued to roll down his cheeks. “I can’t get that out of my head. All I can see is you in my arms stained with blood and I-”
You shushed him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You pressed a small kiss to his temple, closing your eyes at his loud sobs. “I mean I- how can you be so reckless? How can you just risk your life like that? We’re in this relationship together!”
Your soothing movements stopped and you unwrapped your hand from his shoulder. How the hell was he going to talk to you like that when he’s the one that was making everything difficult?
What relationship was he referring to because it seemed like you were the only one trying to get to that point. You exhausted yourself it seemed like at every turn. You wanted to be more than just ‘this is my friend, y/n.’ You wanted more than to hide behind walls and closed doors.
Steve had made that quite clear with long nights under the stars, kissing feverishly that this wasn’t a one time thing. However, Steve has still yet to mark you, to make you his forever.
“That’s juicy coming from you.” A full frown pulled at his lips. The venom that was laced between your lips made his heart pang. He was beyond confused and wanted an explanation, but his response seemed to fuel you even more.
“What?”
You shook your head, now moved a couple of spaces away on the couch. “Look, Steve, I don’t know what you think this is,” You gestured your fingers between the two of you. “But if you think that it’s okay to ignore me like a child when all you think of me as a fling then you’ve got the wrong idea.”
Steve moved his head back in surprise, slightly widening his eyes. He had no idea you thought that. He assumed that you two were in it for the long haul. “You think this is a fling?”
You just roll your eyes as his expression turned cold. “I don’t, Steve. You do.”
Now, he was beyond confused, especially since he had not once thought of you as a fling or just someone to fuck around with. He thought of you as the light at the end of the tunnel.
“I don’t at all, baby-”
A sudden force of anger surged through you and you scoffed. He was the one that always left in the evenings. He was the one who wouldn’t take you anywhere. He was the one who caused you all this pain.
You were now standing, your body towering over his sitting one. “You haven’t marked me! We’ve been together for months, Steve! Every time I try, you just leave me feeling unwanted!” His expression turns into an acknowledged one, understanding how he made you feel. He didn’t mean to, he just wanted to do it on your terms but instead, he thought your advances weren’t ever sexual making you feel unwanted.
“Oh, little love.” He came up to reach your cheeks and squished them slightly with his fingers. You tried to hover away from him, but it was no use.
“I didn’t want to pressure you, sweet baby. When you told me about your last alpha and how he treated you, I wanted to make sure we did it when you wanted. I’m so sorry for making you feel that way.”
A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled you into his lap, resting his hands around your stomach. His nose pressed up against your neck, leaving soft fluttering kisses. “I’m sorry, baby. Can I show you? Can I show you just how much I love you?”
You nodded and leaned into him, anger completely fading away with each kiss. He then had a tiny smirk on his face before latching his teeth into your skin.
You felt yourself gasp, gripping his forearms that were wrapped around you. His lips were soft on your skin, wetting the area wholly. Your scent had skyrocketed, arousal already dripping out of your cunt.
Steve growled, his senses only rising at your pure smell. You were squirming underneath him, not familiar with the touching love from an alpha. It was intoxicating and addicting, his scent masked of oak and mint which all the more made your mouth water with desire.
“You smell so sweet, little love.” A whimper fell on your lips at the pull of your skin on his teeth. He nibbled on the sensitive skin, watching as you writhed with pleasure from just his lips attached to your neck. You couldn’t get enough of the man; you wanted him so badly it burned.
“You want me to mark you, sweet love? I’ll mark you with my knot.” You sigh in despair as his lips left you bare. He lifted you and turned you around so you were facing him.
He took out his already hard cock, pumping it slowly. You whined, watching as a breath of chuckles left him at your impatience. “Fuck,” he whimpered slightly at the feeling of your throbbing heat being exposed underneath your skirt.
He rubbed himself back and forth on the entrance of your slick, a tight moan sent your way. Your toes curl at the sensation of him plunging into you. “please, steve, p-please.”
He made you sink all the way and you could feel the bulging veins that prominently stood out on his member. “Fuck, y/n.”
All you could do was moan as he made a steady pace, his fingers dipping into your waist. You were bouncing up and down his large member, mewling as he sat up to attach his lips to your neck again. Both of your scents intertwined together, the love and passion of it all creating your bond.
“Steve!” His hand moves up to your cheek, cupping it gently. He watched as you bounced up and down on his cock. Your slick had now spread onto his thighs, your scent flowing up into his nose and he almost came undone there.
He felt himself latching onto your beloved cunt watching you take is cock perfectly. Of course he had many dreams about this moment. He would rub up. and down his cock, wishing it was you. However, he hadn’t imagined this much ecstasy and desire. He wished his cock could never leave you, filling you whole at all times.
“That’s it, y/n.” He fucked you, again and again, watching as high pitched yelps echoed across the room. You couldn’t take much more. It was all getting too much; the sound of skin slapping, his sweet sensations he dug into your neck, and his cock fucking you raw. Your head flew back, screaming and shaking uncontrollably. Your legs trembled around his thighs and he groaned, feeling close himself.
“Steve, Steve, Steve!”
He moans. “Little love, you take my cock so well.”
He fucked you good and went beyond your orgasm, keeping his word about knotting you. Watching you come undone was the single hottest thing he had ever seen.
Eyes blew wide he watched as you screamed his name in pure lust and love. He had you completely latched, shoving his load deep within your sensitive cunt. You whimpered a bit, Steve was still pumping in and out of you, slowly.
“Fuck, y/n.” You giggled as you wiped your Steve scented slick and brought it to your lips, licking the salty white substance. Steve groaned, his hand that was cupping your cheek was now tracing the features on your face.
You got up to go clean up the two of you before Steve grabbed your hips and pulled you back down with him. “I’m not done making my mark on you, little love.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Fire Ghoul | Alpha Ghoul/Omega | Quintessence Ghoul
Characters: Fire Ghoul | Alpha Ghoul, Omega | Quintessence Ghoul
Additional Tags: Angst, Mental Anguish, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Shower Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Happy Ending, Soft Ghouls, Alpha being soft, Love
Series: Part 8 of Saecula Saeculorum
Summary:
It was, unfortunately, a fact of life for them: the children of God struck down, their Divinity broken and Splendor stripped from their souls. For their spirit to cry out for that which was taken from them, to bleed and wallow in anguish till they could no longer bear it and took their own life. Alpha fought against it tooth and claw, unwilling to let his mate succumb to it whenever it reared its ugly head and did its best to pull his Omega away from him.
tysm for the headcanons, they helped me a lot! And now...I want more. Could you do some hcs about the same omega and alpha, and how the dynamics would be different because of their personalities? Because the omega is more cold, and the alpha is more soft, how do you think that pairing would work out, as opposed to a more traditional dominant alpha/submissive omega type? How could the omega and alpha work around the differences while staying true to their second gender?
Hi again!
So a cold and heartless omega and a soft alpha.
The omega doesn't know how to show love and affection, so it's like walking on thin ice. The idea of losing the alpha it's really scary but each day it seems further with the soft touches and the sweet kisses.
Spending time with the alpha and getting used to that "coupling interactions" it's the key to make the omega feel right and less nervous about love feelings.
So the omega tries to find a way of showing that their feelings are real and pure, they also want their mate to feel the same way (so madly in love).
The omega gives the alpha nice presents but nothing too eye catching more like small details... "hey, I brought you lunch", "I accidentally made your favourite food" or even "I thought it was my size but maybe it fits you better".
On the contrary, the alpha is not afraid of giving the omega big things like "hey, you always wanted to go to a five start hotel in New York, right?" (Maybe that's too much) or "I bought you that necklace you were looking the other day" or maybe even "I thought you would look nice in this shirt also I bought you a jacket, I know it's not cold but I don't want you to get sick with the wind".
The omega can't say no to that eyes, knowing that rejecting the presents will break the alpha's heart and... maybe the alpha knows what they like and want.
So, the alpha knows that their mate is doing a big effort, the way the omega is trying is so pure and innocent.
The alpha likes to hug all day and keep the omega over their laps almost everywhere they go to.
So the alpha being so clingy might be a problem at the beginning, because the omega is not used to any of that and yeah holding hands is a thing but what about being all day over the alpha? It's just a little too much... but the alpha's eyes are so soft and well maybe it can be a thing if they give it some time.
When they are at home the alpha loves to have the omega over their lap and hug tight that little body. The omega pretends that it's not a big deal but it really is because that scent and those nice and warm arms are so wonderful.. how could they live without all of that?
The alpha is happy when noticing that the omega is scenting themselves while cuddling and sometimes they didn't even notice it... but when the omega does notices they blush madly.
When the omega is nesting the alpha can say it very fast because half of their clothes apparently disappears from one day to another and the omega is refusing to let anybody in their room until their heat.
And the alpha tries to talk to the omega about stealing their clothes but for the omega is easy to distract them and somehow they always end up cuddling while watching some bad show from the TV.
One day the alpha told the "I love you" words and the omega almost fainted right there. There might be different reactions, the omega might freak out and leave or... maybe cry and hug the alpha because that's something nobody have ever told them before.
The alpha is surprised by that reaction and somehow the omega tells them "I hate you for making me cry, alpha" and maybe that's the omega's "I love you".
There are many ways a relationship like that can develop but it mostly focuses on the omega trying hard with small details and the alpha not being afraid of showing that love they have been hiding all that time.
Soft Alpha Boy aesthetic. Pictured a sweater-knitting, poetry-writing Alpha who gifts things he makes and writes for courting purposes. Alphas can be sensitive too!
