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.
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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).😋🫣
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Pedigree omega hybrid Dennis who is used to being primped and preened and trotted around at shows. He sits there patiently and is mostly just happy to get by-product/pseudo affection from being combed and having his ears and tail fluffed up and smoothed back down again. His tail wags slowly while he smiles and his eyes scan the rest of the contestants and the visitors.
Sometimes he gets in trouble because he just really likes to run around properly, and that's not what these shows are about. So when he's taken for walks outside during breaks, sometimes he makes a little dash for it. He always comes back! He's a good boy! He just really wants to get rid of all his energy, and he's never entered into the agility classes even though he'd love to run through tunnels and jump over tiny hedges!
Jack and Robby who decide to take a break from their medical conference and take a look around the city. Robby's speaking role is finished and neither of them have much interest in networking, and there's a show event going on at the ground floor of the conference centre.
"Don't make that face. You were the one who said he was bored."
"I said I didn't want to network with anyone that Gloria recommended. I said it would be nice to see more of the city than the inside of our hotel room-"
"Not usually what you say-"
"I didn't say I wanted to see some poor creatures being paraded around in a thinly veiled flesh market."
Jack's smirk softened, tilting downwards to match his gaze.
"Yeah, I know, Mikey. But I - I have to admit I'm curious, you know?" The silence carried on for a beat longer than approval or understanding would suggest. "Oh, don't make that face at me. I'm not - I don't want to go just to gawk. I guess. I wanna - I dunno, educate myself. Be more informed. I'm not trying to endorse it, I'm trying to understand it."
Robby grimaced, sighed, but let his legs follow Jack as they made their way down past the floors hosting the medical conference, shoulders tensing as the most obviously off-duty doctors and nurses made way for people dressed far too immaculately for their dirty business.
He tuned out as Jack paid the almost-certainly exorbitant entry fee, pulled a grimace at the receptionist who handed them their passes, and let Jack lead them into the unknown.
****
So far, everything had passed him by in a kaleidoscope of swirling fur particles, the scent of anxiety and excitement and, very occasionally and very troublingly, arousal, and a cacophony of noise that the comparatively staid lectures on emergency response times hadn't prepared him for at all.
They had passed all the trade stands selling any number of pseudo-science bullshit alternative hybrid medicine, treats to keep them sweet (Jack's mouth had become thin and tense as they passed), and eye-wateringly expensive insurance plans for the apparently pampered darlings being shown off.
The darlings themselves were all confined to little booths where they were all either napping or sitting on little stools while being combed and spritzed and tweaked like they were nothing more than a doll's companion toy.
Most of them didn't seem interested in Jack or Robby, or any of the visitors strolling around. Even when they weren't sleeping, their eyes were half-lidded and slid over them like water over smooth rock.
The one exception was a lithe, curly-headed puppy with big blue eyes with oddly pronounced bags underneath them that strangely did nothing to detract from the cheerful disposition.
He had a small smile on his face and one of his ears flopped at the tip as he looked around at all the new faces coming and goin. His tail kept up a permanent, steady wag, and Robby could tell the moment the omega made eye contact with Jack, because suddenly they lazy wag was threatening to become a small cyclone.
"Hi!"
His voice was bright and eager, and Robby was resigned to his fate as soon as he saw Jack's answering grin start to spread across his face, changing it and making his eyes sparkle in that incorrigible way that Robby loved so much.
"Hey, buddy." Jack loped closer, hands in his pockets like he was capable of concealing his excitement from Robby at all. "You're looking very handsome today."
The kid beamed from between the pecking fingers of his handler, who paid no more attention to Robby and Jack than he did to his hybrid as he fussed and fluffed over his hair and the area where it weaved together with the soft curls of the fur on his ears.
"Thank you! I got grass seeds in my ears today." There was an ever so slight downcast to his voice and eyes, tail wagging slowly almost imperceptibly.
"Oh yeah? They stick like hell, you manage to get 'em all out? Don't want an infection setting in if you miss any."
The omega started to nod, but the movement was abruptly halted by his handler grabbing at his soft, perfectly-groomed ear and turning it inside out.
"I think we got them all, didn't we Dennis?" The man mused, pulling Dennis' turned-out ear this way and that, angling it towards the light.
His head lolled with the movement, eyes still on Jack and flicking once briefly over to Robby, who had been standing back, hands in pockets and eyes vaguely absent, letting Jack take the lead in the conversation. When he saw the kid looking at him, he summoned a weak smile and was rewarded with a tail twitch and a brightening of the kid's own expression.
"Denny, how have you managed to get knots behind your ears since I last did them?"
He spoke to Dennis, but rolled his eyes at Jack as he took a fine, metal-toothed comb to the incredibly soft, crinkly fur at the base of Dennis' ears and started to pull briskly through it. There was a slight tightening at the corners of Dennis' eyes, but no complaints.
"I've never handled one that hates being indoors as much as this one. Constantly pestering to go outside, and then he runs off half the time."
"No I don't!" This gets Dennis nothing more than another roll of his handler's eyes. "I always come back, it's not like I'm running away! I just - like to run around. It's not the same thing."
Jack doesn't know why the poor kid is looking at him like he's imploring him to believe him, but he feels the inexplicable need to reassure.
"Hey, I get it, kid. If I don't get out for a run or some time on the court at least once a week, I go stir crazy."
"He's not lying. It's insufferable."
A small, delighted sound leaves Dennis' mouth at Robby's dry interjection, and Jack is strangely satisfied to see both of them pink up a little bit. Robby's shoulders are starting to inch down from where they've been hunched up near his ears, and his eyes have those particular crinkles they get when he's looking at something or someone he's fond of.
Jack couldn't have anticipated that it would all be shattered so quickly.
"So, are you in the market for one?"
There was half a second where the question didn't quite register, and by the time reality caught up and comprehension sank like a stone in his belly, it was still too late for him to reach over and somehow forcibly close the man's mouth.
"Hybrids are a lot of work, but they're rewarding, especially if you're looking to get a litter out of them. You have an alpha you're looking to stud? Denny's fit for breeding and his owner is considering offers."
Robby's face falls like a cave-in at the narrowest point. His eyes dim and cast around for something else to look at while his lips tighten. Jack knows the signs all too well, knows when he's looking at Robby trying his very best not to take his rage out on or in front of someone who doesn't deserve it.
Jack doesn't think the handler will ever suspect just what Dennis' presence has saved him from, but he does have the time to feel a dull but keen ache in his chest at the sight of the hybrid's devastated face as he watches Robby walk away and Jack turn on his heel to follow.
He hesitates for a second, torn between watching the impossibly tense line of Robby's back and staying just a little longer to -
To do what? To rescue Dennis? One of countless unfortunate hybrids in the country, one of hundreds in this conference centre?
Jack swallows as he wonders whether the law would count it as theft or kidnapping. Chastises himself because he knows damn well what the answer is before the thought even ran its course.
He lifts his eyes to meet Dennis' blue, suddenly hollow ones. Feels like he owes him that at least.
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.
Words: 1.3k
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.
