#Unconventional omegaverse

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hear me out

Omegas being kept as attack dogs by Alphas, because they're so protective and fierce of their loved ones, while Alphas get to be the ones who pamper and spoil and care for the Omega, and an Alpha has to have at least two Omegas so they can take turns having pups.

Pups make Omegas even fiercer, after all

[inubaki]

Wrong Apple

Baby Shopping

King of Hell Adam only allows the most powerful of contestants to aid in baring heirs. But his body can only bare one more child before his body finally gives out due to the his past bond; that was neither completed nor broken.

The last child is to take his place in the last ring, only he never expected his almost mate to show up and claim the title. And Lucifer is not about to give up their bond nor allow Adam to die. Willing to desecrate any trial or enemy to get Adam back…while, maybe, is already picking out names and baby clothes.

-Adam’s hell is very Rome based while being VERY anti-Angel. Captured ones often being used in the areas as false trials. But Adam takes his job very seriously. Having no angelic powers nor divinity, the omega man had to learn to claw and manipulate, compromise, and conquer to get where he is. And sinners are sent to his children in the other rings depending on the worse of their sins.

So for an angel to show up determined to lay an actual permanent claim on their king has everyone in a tilt or uproar.

——-

I just love the idea of an angelic Lucifer obsessed and yandere level determined to win over the King of Hell. I really want to write but I’ve been so busy.

[omega-puppy]

I have been teetering on the edge of making this post, until a post by @pin3-vin3 (go check them out!!) made me sigh and realise I had to sit down and do this.

I’m putting a nsft warning on this, because I can’t really comment in depth about it omegaverse without at least touching on the sexual aspects. So buckle up.

Alphas

Alphas have higher social status and prestige compared to the other two secondary sexes. Similar to men within the patriarchy, alphas have an easier time getting a job, making liveable wages, and generally have much more respect within medical, law and social service systems. (For example a doctor is more likely to actually listen to and accept what an alpha is saying as a symptom or sickness rather than an omega, more on that later).

Alphas however, have a caveat to this respect. They are respected even more, when part of a pack. (More on packs later). Alphas are respected more when part of a pack because they are then seen as more dependable and successful than an alpha without a pack. An alpha with just one partner is respected more than an alpha without as well. Alpha on alpha relationships are hit and miss, some elitist alphas may see this as settling, others may see it as a strong representation of an alphas ability to accept and care for people they love.

Which brings me to my next point. Alphas and emotion. While alphas are seen as strong and protective, there is nothing inherently wrong within society with an alpha setting that aside to be what someone needs. If they need a strong and aggressive protector, an alpha will be that. An alpha might be firm with their partner, similar to a parent trying to get kids to eat vegetables, but again, that’s based on what the situation requires. If their partner responds better to gentle nurturing, alphas gain a lot of respect and reverence from adapting to that.

Scent wise, I really hate this idea that alpha scents can’t be flowery and sweet. Scents as a whole can range and are similar to a cutie mark or something, they represent the person as a whole, what they’re good at, the things they like, the scent might represent a memory or key ideal. (I.e. smelling like gunpowder and mist might be linked to watching fireworks as a kid). That being said, these scents are accompanied by undertones that alter the general vibe around them, hence the requirement for alphas to have a sense of emotional control.

An aggressive or pissed off alpha, will emit spicy or heated undertones to their scent. An alpha that’s sad will have slightly muggy undertones. An alpha trying to calm their partner may emit soothing scents like chamomile undertones. This is from alphas evolving to serve an omega as a grounding technique, but it extends to alpha on alpha too. (More on why betas are unaffected later.)

Alphas can be affected by omegas scents. A distressed omega lets out the most foul and potent odour known to man. It’s a natural deterrent. Similarly an omega in heat releases a very specific scent that attracts alphas, but not how you’d think. It makes alphas weak in the knees and all they want to do is help. This means, if an omega is aggressively against being knotted for a heat, the Alpha can’t encroach on that unless it’s incredibly necessary (like if the omega is going to die, omegas safety is paramount, similar to like, medically necessary procedures).

Scent glands are located on both sides of the neck, the wrists and the inner thighs. When scenting items, the weakest spot is the wrists, it’s generally just for a temporary mark that lasts about a week or so. The neck lasts much longer and is much stronger, it also has a more affectionate meaning, to mark something with the glands on the neck. The inner thigh is the most intimate, and gifting an item that is marked by the inner thigh is like sending a nude. It’s a very private and intimate scent that you only really see on extremely personal items like particularly important pushes or treasures.

Alphas can growl and have a command tone. This is a tone that alphas can use to convey commands that must be followed. It’s taboo and in the eyes of the court, overly aggressive (not illegal to do, but is similar to a high stakes threat) outside of bond-marked couples (more later). This command tone rings in the back of an omegas mind until it is actioned, it becomes like their own impulsive thought, and it grows stronger the longer it’s resisted. This is most often used within mate-bonded couples to get omegas to eat during their heat (which is often forgotten). But as mentioned before, can be misused and in the eyes of the law, is not illegal, but is not aligned with social morality.

Marks! An alpha can bite down on the neck gland of an omega to attempt a mark. However, this mark is only temporary, and becomes permanent when an omega does it back to the alpha. Only then can the omega actually be able to have that alpha’s pups, and that alpha alone. Marks are shared between pack mates, so yes multiple marks can be made but they myst be entirely mutual. That is, is alpha A and omega B are marked to one another, and they want to introduce Alpha C into their pack, Alpha C must mark and be marked by alpha A and omega B.

Marks that are mutual are permanent and are referred to as Bond Marks. Bond marks create a permanent bond between alphas and omegas that can only be broken on agreement of both parties, and cannot be overwritten. These bonds work at an emotional level. If a bonded marked omega gets upset, the alpha will feel a portion of that sadness. This can also translate medically and is a common part of the diagnostic process when treating bonded pairs.

Alphas have knots, when they get into a rut, knotting is at the forefront of their mind and it becomes something they are going to need. Blood pressure rises, pupils dilate and heart rate speeds up. It’s an adrenaline storm essentially, and it can lead to medical complications if not placated by knotting.

Betas

Unfortunately, in my headcannon, betas are very similar to normal humans. They can reproduce with alphas or omegas as well as each other, they don’t carry scents nor are they affected by them (they can still smell scents, they just don’t really react to them)

However, it’s incredibly common for a pack to consist of an Alpha and Omega pair with a beta third partner. These betas will wear a mark which will need to be renewed. (Because they don’t have scent glands the mark doesn’t take the same way it does for an alpha or omega). These marks are usually symbolic rather than a deep rooted bond as it is with Alphas and Omegas marking each other or others within their secondary sex.

Betas often help alphas and omegas get things done during heats and ruts. Because they’re not affected by the heavy scent of heat and rut, they can still function and get things done around the house. However, say an alpha and omega are having their rut/heat, and the alpha for whatever reason, has to leave for a time. The beta can take over for a time, comforting or using a toy or themselves (depending on the situation) to help the omega feel like they’re being rutted. (However betas don’t have the capacity to knot. So they cannot provide that sensation to an omega)

Betas are incredibly talented at being able to support their partners, and with such a large majority of the population being betas, it’s very easy to find materials and resources that help betas work out how to best support their partners or friends that need help.

Omegas

Omegas are incredibly similar to alphas in many ways, but are different in many too.

Omegas have the lowest amount of social prestige, however notably, they are not treated as *lesser*. Omegas are not considered weak or inferior. They are considered to be better suited to different roles. For example. An omega might go for a job in construction, but be perceived to be better at making coffee. This is not something that is laughed off and is a comment that’s thrown in an omegas face to put them down. It would be more of a gentle suggestion that they should take it easy and not push themselves too much.

Single omegas (un-bonded, un-packed, un-mated) are at higher risk within society, because as is the way of society, there are many who see them as easy or weak targets. So it’s not unlikely that omegas will live within apartment blocks full of omegas or even a few alpha neighbours so their scent is lingering on them when they’re out and about.

Emotionally, omegas are definitely more in touch with their emotions (note: not emotional!!! But in touch, meaning they have a greater understanding of what they feel and when). This can be misconstrued to be that they are more emotional or sensitive but that’s not necessarily true.

Omegas build nests within their homes. This isn’t always a bed, but it can be. It can be on the floor on a futon, or on a couch, sometimes even just in the corner of a room. There are slick-resistant mats you can get for the bottom of the nest, otherwise the nests are mostly constructed with blankets, soft toys, items that are sentimental and important. Omegas nests are sacred spaces, often where an omega retreats during heat. Alphas are expected to present themselves, hands behind their back, chin in the air exposing their neck glands, and receive permission before entering a nest. Not doing so can cause extreme distress for the omega, and can even cause a drop (more later).

Scent wise, of course omegas can smell hardy, Smokey, like a tree. Similar to alphas omegas also emit undertones to their scent that correspond to emotional states. Omegas in high distress emit scents that are repulsive, omegas in heat emit scents that are more attractive. Omegas can emit calming scents that help relax alphas. (This is mostly just the flip side of what alphas can do to omegas which I already went though above.

Omegas do have a need to be marked. When in heat they may beg and plead for a mark. And they may have to fight the instinct to mark an alpha back during these times. In legal cases, the responsibility lies on the Alpha, as they are viewed to be more in control during heats or ruts.

Scent glands are located on both sides of the neck, the wrists and the inner thighs. When scenting items, the weakest spot is the wrists, it’s generally just for a temporary mark that lasts about a week or so. The neck lasts much longer and is much stronger, it also has a more affectionate meaning, to mark something with the glands on the neck. The inner thigh is the most intimate, and gifting an item that is marked by the inner thigh is like sending a nude. It’s a very private and intimate scent that you only really see on extremely personal items like particularly important pushes or treasures.

Omegas can purr which calms alphas around them similar to a calming scent. Omegas can also trill, but this is an act that is similar to chastising a child. It’s an easy way of saying stop, or be punished. Alphas do get a twinge to the back of their neck after hearing this sound, like being scruffed.

When an omega senses a rut, one of two things is the most common response. They either go into a pseudo heat, which is similar to their regular heat but instead of lasting a few days, it lasts maybe one day at most, more commonly it lasts about 3 or so hours. The other option is they are like the same sides of a magnet to the rutting alpha, just something in them makes them unable to get too close, and the alpha will usually pick up on a scent of rejection. In some cases neither of these things happen. It’s not considered abnormal or anything to worry about, it’s just rare.

Omegas in heat produce slick, helps alphas out. The slick is produced by a pair of glands in the upper area of the inside canal. Prolonged or overexposure to suppressant medication can cause complications where these glands get blocked or clotted, and it can cause intense pain and discomfort, as well as mental health problems like nest rejection and anxiety.

omegas have muscles that are designed to be pressed against, like pressure points, that can only be pressed on by knots. They line the walls just inside the opening, and require to all be pressed with enough consistent pressure, at the same time. There are aids that help achieve this to relieve the stress for omegas without an alpha or who do not want an alpha.

If on suppressant medication in a way that is not medically appropriate, if encroached on by an alpha without permission, if their nest is invaded, if their mark is damaged and in rare cases, if rejected by an alpha they particularly like, an omega can enter a drop. This can present as fever, hysteria, anxiety, panic attacks, depression and even psychosis. It takes an alpha or a group of well loved and well trusted friends, providing long term (a week at minimum) support to bring an omega out of this, through calming scents, gentle comfort and allowing rest (bringing food, cleaning the house, letting the omega stay in their nest).

Look there’s probably plenty of shit I haven’t said, I’ve been spending all day typing this out. This is just my personal idea of how this works, and like all individual ideas, it’ll probably shift and change over time. But there you go. That’s my thoughts on it, I’m gonna crawl into my nest now.

[generaltrashshecox]

Ooh okay alpha!Damien and omega!Anthony but like very untraditional a/b/o. Damien who keeps up appearances of strong tough alpha *cough* masking *cough* and Anthony is his mate but he doesn't quite fit the mold. He's not soft nor demure as shown by the ink in his skin but he isn't questioned due to being with Damien. But when they're alone together everything changes.

Once the doors close Damien turns into Anthony's puppy as he degrades him for what he wants. His omega cock in his alpha hole. Asking whether or not he'd been a good enough boy to get his present.

Damien popping a knot when Anthony fucks him... ughhhhh

Let me cook guys lolll

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from Underline the Black 64:

Augus did come closer, and Efnisien tensed when Augus gently placed an arm around his back and held him in a light embrace. The touch was confusing, and Efnisien had instincts to fight back, to go still, to run, to bite. His breathing sped up.  'Shhh. You've been traumatised, Efnisien. Gary's in an ardolphogen rage, which you might not have encountered before.' Oh no, Efnisien knew all about those. Gwyn used to have them. Maybe that was why the numbness and the nausea felt so familiar.    'Whatever you did was likely one more thing in a list of things that was waiting to set him off,' Augus said, his voice hushed now they were so close. He actually had kind of a nice voice - sinister as fuck, but still...nice. 'We're not going to kill you. We're removing you from Gary's cottage for your safety, and his safety. It might be temporary, it might not, and that part will be difficult, because you've both started the bonding process.' Efnisien shook his head.  'You have,' Augus said firmly. 'I don't like being argued with. Now, I don't know how much you're taking in, at the moment, but I'm going to take you to Temsen's office.' 'Gary's office,' Efnisien whispered.  He saw Augus' slow smile from the corner of his eye. 'I suppose it is. But these days, it's very much Temsen's office. I'm going to take you there, and Temsen is going to decide what to do with you. It won't be murder. Honestly. We're not barbarians. Is that the kind of thing you've been raised to expect from people?'

[tapenbreak]

alpha andrew’s knotted cock uselessly drooling away along the sheets laid askew, leaving a puddled mess amidst the disarray of the bouncing bed beneath your shared weights as he lets you—because it’s certainly normal to do so, right—his omega, little brother rut your leaking cock in his ass and wet his insides with copious amounts of slick that it’s obscenely gushing out from the puffy rim stretched taut around your pulsing girth.

y’know, to deal with the various heat cycles that come along the way, y’know since he’s inferred that this is truly what all omegas in a feverish haze need most—their own older brother’s hole.

although, the quenching, residual feeling left in his swirling tummy once he dumbly spurts out his fat load from being thoroughly fucked in the ass by omegian cock. . . sorta leaves an aftertaste of dreadful shame. so too, does the narrowing of your mother’s eyes when scouring through the remnants of your trash bin and finding the stash of pills left untouched thereafter.

[pack-the-pack]

I'm an omega (a unanimously affirmed fact by my friends) but I don't think I'm very good at it. I am very abrasive and bold, attracting other omegas and subs towards me while straight up intimidating alpha types. I'm not a beta or an alpha, that much I'm sure of, but that hasn't stopped me from winding up as 'The Leader' more than once. I know that you're not an omega, but do you have any advice? -a tired, cross wired omega

I don't see why an Omega can't have a strong personality. Brashness, leadership aptitude and boldness aren't exclusive to Aphas. It can be a good indicator but it's not the end-all-be-all of the whole thing. Besides, there are submissive Alphas too out there. So I wouldn't be so sure that everyone approaching you is not really an Alpha. I think if you really want to, you could teach yourself to be more Omega-like. But I wouldn't reccomend it tbh. Pretending to be someone you're not, often just becomes a tiering façade you have to keep up. Relationships you nuture with a fake personality become a burden, because you'll always have to watch yourself around them, so you don't slip, and end up "breaking character". I say be yourself and be a pissy Omega. Who cares? Doesn't make you any less of an Omega and doesn't really make you bad at it either.

[i-belong-in-a-retirement-home]

Bite me. Fine~

Yet another a/b/o inukag ficlet. I might have an addiction, I might not, idk. I shall write nonetheless.

And this is just InuYasha in rut. And fade to black smut.

CONTENTS INCLUDE: suggestive language

What would have been a fifteen minute walk, turned into five as InuYasha forced them to run back to his house. He fumbled with his keys, his mind focused instead on the way Kagome fidgeting beside him. Her scent, in addition to the honey and cherries, was drenched in lust and it had broken him.

Finally, the door was open and he shoved her inside.

"Where are we-"

"Upstairs, first door!" He blurted.

The feral look in his eyes delighted her, burning from the inside out. He was barely controlling himself, just enough to not take her right in the living room. To make the process easier, Kagome undid her bra as they rushed up the stairs.

In the commotion, she fumbled with the doorknob. But it didn’t matter, he slammed both fists against the closed door and pinned her against it. He bent his neck and savagely kissed her lips, bruising them instantly. The sweatshirt, already hanging loose, was torn from her shoulders as he moved down her neck, huffing her scent. Each kiss was messy and was left suddenly cold as he continued to move down her neck.

His teeth grazed her skin, eyes ravenous as he barely maintained control. The sight sent waves of pleasure through Kagome's body and while the foreplay thrilled her, she grew impatient. Her body betrayed her, quivering in anticipation as the beast before her grew ever closer to sinking fangs into her skin.

He ran his tongue across her collarbone, enjoying her taste. Each centimeter drenched in her pheromones, intoxicating him further and further. All he could do was enjoy the sweetness of her skin.

The more he kissed and teased her, the more her body trembled with arousal. Her breath was uneven and heavy as she struggled to keep from screaming out. She needed him to do more.

Her voice was hardly audible when it escaped her lips.

"What?" InuYasha snarled, angry to be pulled away from her skin.

"Bite. Me." She demanded and slammed a fist against the door. "Now!"

His lips curled into a devious grin. "Fine~"

Within mere seconds, InuYasha sunk his teeth into the base of her neck. The scent of worn leather and pine flooded her mind and drowned her in ecstasy. The moan that rose from deep in her chest was the sweetest song in his ears.

He reached down beside her waist and fumbled with the doorknob. Finally it opened and they crashed into his room. The sudden separation left a hungry look on his face. For the first time since she had known him, it was she melting before him.

"Shit.." She groaned, knees weak and body set aflame.

"Bed." He commanded.

"Ok!"

[gatorbites-imagines]

Gatorbites-imagines kinktober 2024

Since I’ve started on my bachelor’s and have different classes and class amount, I can’t promise all of these will be finished on time or will be of equal quality.

I struggled if I should write less with longer results, or if I should post every day like the past two years, but I decided to go with the second one since I enjoy it.

This does mean the substance and quality may vary depending on the day, there may also be changes to characters and content depending on what i feel like writing

Kakashi Hatake + Body and cock worship

Yautja + Mating Plugs or toys

John “Soap” MacTavish + Breeding

Logan Howlett + Omegaverse

Kurt Wagner + Uniform Kink

Rex "Splode" Sloan + Dry Humping and/or Frottage

Tim Drake + Armpits and wrestling

Scott Summers + Cock cage or other bondage

Clark Kent + Sounding

Mark Grayson + Alien biology

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader + Outdoors/public

James “Bucky” Barnes + Drool/spit

Jason Todd + Masks or helmets

Boba Fett + Lingerie

Naruto Uzumaki + First time

Curly (mouthwashing) + food play

Steve Rogers + Watersports

Wade Wilson + Leather/Latex

Donquixote Doflamingo + Dom/Sub

Saturo Gojo + Recording

Trafalgar D. Water Law + Size Kink

Obito Uchiha + Oral Fixation

Ryomen Sukuna + Power Bottom

Eddie Brock and Venom + symbiosis

Remy LeBeau + Boot Worship

Conner Kent + Shower Sex

Toji Fushiguro + Weight gain

Dick Grayson + Markings (Hickeys, bruises, tattoos)

Din Djarin + Excessive cum

Bruce Wayne + Roleplay

Bravern + unconventional

[vivalabunbun]

Sweet Sweet Nothings

Summary: The sweet lull of normalcy in an unconventional marriage

Word Count: 7K

Tags: Alhaitham x Fem! Reader, Fluff, this is just pure fluff, Smut, NFSW, MDNI, Omegaverse AU, A/B/O relationships, Modern AU, Alpha! Alhaitham, Beta! Reader, breeding, biting, established relationship, TW: Very vague mentions of gender dysphoria (of your secondary gender), TW: pregnancy and birth, Protective! Alhaitham, Jealous! Alhaitham

Authors Note: This isn’t much of a story, think of it as a collection of sweet nothings and domestic life with Alhaitham and the Sumeru cast after this. I just felt like I had to give them fluff after that slow burn. Enjoy!

Teal-orange eyes snapped towards the ticking clock on his oak desk, the time read 5 pm. Alhaitham’s duties were over for the day, now he had more pressing matters to attend to. Swift hands gathered up the papers scattered across the dark wood, stacking them into a neat pile before his body pushed against his plush seat. The golden glint of the ring on his finger only spurred him on to quickly exit his office. 

“Hey! Alhaitham are you leaving work now? Great, how about we grab some drinks with-”

“No. I’m busy.” He bluntly dismissed his blond senior. 

A firm hand snatched up his blazer that had been thrown across the back of his seat, the other flicked off the desk lamp. 

“Oi! Your senior is inviting you to a-”

“If you have a request you need approved then please leave it on my desk, I’ll look over it once I return back to the office on Monday.” Alhaitham skirted past the blond’s still frame at the doorway, paying no mind to the disgruntled scrunch on Kaveh’s face. His mind was focused on more pressing matters. 

–

“And then the brat just WALKS past me as if I were some dust on the ground! Could you believe that?” Kaveh thumps his glass back onto the tavern table, a small splash of wine lapped over the side. 

Tighnari took another big swig from this glass, his ears weren’t drunk enough to handle the tumultuous complaining of the blond. Cyno was only half-heartedly listening, ruby eyes trained on the brand-new deck of cards he had spent the week building in his hands. 

Yes, it is just a typical Friday afternoon. Colleagues gathered at Lambad’s Tavern, congregating at an outdoor table and enjoying the nice wine and early Spring air. Although more often than not, there would only be three seats filled instead of four. 

“Just what is so important that they trifle over common courtesy? In the world of job opportunities, networking and connections are a critical part of getting higher up the chain. Just how did that shrewd man get that promotion?” Kaveh’s face already had the tall tale signs of a drunken glow. 

“Well, it’s not really that out of character for him. People have always found his actions grating, but his efficiency at his work can’t be denied.” Tighnari rested his head on his hand. 

“There’s been a change in the head secretary lately.” Cyno asserted, eyes now trained somewhere else. 

“Oh? How so? He’s the same old crude man.” Kaveh dismissed. 

Cyno motioned with his eyes at a sight just behind the two other men. Two confused heads turned to follow his gaze. Nearly choking on their drinks at the scene they were now witnessing. 

There stood Alhaitham’s towering figure walking hand in hand with yours, bags filled with books and miscellaneous trinkets carried in his other. What made the men uncomfortable was the uncanny softness dawned on the stoic secretary’s face, as his teal eyes focused on you. 

His Beta wife was pressing her body against his arm as she spoke close to his ear, pointing at random stalls and vendors. Alhaitham leaned down to hear you through the chattering crowd, making sure to maneuver your bodies through the bustling streets. 

The three men didn’t know what to make of the scene in front of them as the couple walked out of sight, still holding each other close. Kaveh wonders if the wine being served today was stronger than usual. However, the three unwed men now got their answer to Alhaitham’s sudden full schedule. 

The table of bachelors called for more wine. Maybe to cleanse their palette of the sour taste of jealousy. 

–

“Have you seen Alhaitham today? I’ve been trying to hand him this paperwork since Friday.” Kaveh approached the head lawyer at the water cooler, the weekend was now over and it was now Monday, and the secretary was nowhere to be seen. 

“Hm? The head secretary applied to use his paid vacation time off. It was approved last Friday.” Cyno took a sip from the paper cup. 

“Huh?” The papers fluttered out of the architect’s slack hands, jaw agape. 

His junior truly was trying to annoy him to death. That conniving bastard Alhaitham. 

Fontaine was very different from Sumeru, with different types of foods, shops, and culture. It was quite exciting the first week of your late honeymoon to duck into every shop along the city streets. You discovered that your husband was fluent in the language, anything you pointed at he would translate for you without hesitation. However, the wonder of sightseeing faded within just a few days, like the true homebodies you were, there was a silent agreement to spend the rest of the time in the grand honeymoon suite. 

The hotel Alhaitham booked was the most luxurious one Fontaine had to offer. You will have to blame this decision on the generous amount of financial freedom granted by a pharmaceutical payout. It was only fair in Alhaitham’s mind, you worked very hard during the rut brought on by faulty inhibitors. Hard work should be rewarded, so he decides you should be indulged with the best room service, fancy baths, and thousand-count silk sheets. 

How you spent your time in the suite was really no different than how you would spend it in Sumeru. Alhaitham was laying down on the silk sheets, back slightly propped up by down feather-filled pillows, unwinding with a book in his hand. 

“Ah…Ah!... Ah… Making your wife do all the work while on vacation? You’re such a terrible husband, Haitham.” You stilled your hips, hands propping yourself up along his toned body. 

“Mm? You were really enjoying yourself, I didn’t want to interrupt.” There was a teasing tilt in his voice, teal eyes never looking away from the sentences printed as his other hand rubbed circles into your hip. 

From this angle he reached deeper than usual, making you feel so much fuller. Your walls were clenching down, trembling with pleasure from the stretch and thick tip poking that one spongey spot. A while ago you had abandoned your book in favor of bouncing up and down on your husband’s lap. It was your late honeymoon, after all, there was almost five years' worth of time to make up for. 

You knew your husband was just teasing you, but your lips couldn’t stop a pout from forming. You shifted a bit more on top of his god-like physique, pressing his tip deeper against that sweet little spot deep inside. Wandering hands made their way to grope at his plush pectorals followed by your pouting face, eyes trained on the book your husband was so engrossed by. 

“Hmph…” A displeased huff left your lips, it was absolutely adorable to him. 

“Is something the matter?” The corner of his lip was upturned just the slightest bit. 

“It’s our honeymoon and yet my husband is already having an affair with a book.” You playfully sulked into his chest. 

“My, I never knew my wife was the jealous type.” Finally, he snapped the book closed, playful eyes gazing into yours. 

“I guess you learned something new then.” You gently confiscated the book from his hand, placing it farther away on the large bed. 

Alhaitham gave a hum of acknowledgment, both hands now firmly seizing the sides of your waist. Steadying your body before following it up with a solid snap of his hips. You pressed your face harder against his chest, muffling the moan that was suddenly forced out of you. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Why are you so quiet now?” His hips set a rhythm, slow and deep. 

His thick length dragged along your slick walls in all the right ways, you could feel every inch outlined inside you. Each roll of his hips gently lifted your body up before accompanying it back down. Your mouth fell open, breathing out soft moans against his warm skin. The smell of lust hung heavy in the air of the spacious room. But you wanted more, this slow lovemaking couldn’t satisfy the greed deep within. 

“Mmm… More…” 

“More?” His pace escalates just the slightest bit. 

The sloppy sounds of your connecting bodies were louder now, with each in and out of your slick cunt like purrs of pleasure. He was hitting that spot that brings shooting pleasure throughout your nerves. Still, maybe it's because your expectations have been set a bit high from your first taste, but your greed wanted more. 

“More~” You breathed out, face now pressed into the crook of his neck. 

“Mmm, I think I know what my lovely wife wants.” A hand supports the back of your head, smoothing out the hair. 

Swiftly you got turned under him, his board frame now looming above, that handsome smirk on his face. He rested your head gently on the dawn pillows, as your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him down closer to you. The combination of his weight on top of you and how heavy he felt inside your sobbing cunt sent shivers up your spine. Yes, this is what you wanted. 

Leaving the crook of his neck, your lips chased after his. Alhaitham couldn’t help but let out a small huff, you were quite needy today. His lips captured yours in a deep kiss, shallowing all your noises. He shall spoil you, it was your honeymoon after all. 

In this position, he had much better footing and grasp on your waist. Meaning the strength and pace of his hips slamming into yours increased to the rhythm you desired. Moans were flowing out like water from your mouth, eyes teary with lust. The claps of your bodies echo through the room, he would pull out to the tip then slam back in. Just the way you liked it. 

Teal eyes observed your loose face, the rolling back of your eyes signaling that the knot was about to come undone. But before he lets you reach cloud nine, you have to answer a question that he’s been pondering. 

“Would you rather have consistent pleasure spread evenly throughout the year… or four days of nonstop, mind-melting pleasure then nothing for the rest?” Alhaitham asked right up against your ear, making your skin bristle. 

You felt his hips roll back to their slow methodical pace. Oh, he wasn’t going to let you taste sweet release until you paid the toll of his curiosity. Really, your husband can be so mean sometimes. You let out a small whine, trying to roll your hips into his but his firm hold prevented such action. 

“Answer the question, sweetheart.” Alhaitham continued to egg you on, clearly enjoying your displeased whines. 

“Why can’t I have both?” You muttered close to his own ears, tightening your embrace around him to offset the embarrassment creeping up on you. 

At your response his hips stilled, stoic teal eyes gazing at you as you looked away. You didn’t see the smirk that returned to his features. 

“Goodness, my wife is insatiable.” He dragged his length out fully. 

Before you could even let out another whine at the loss, he returned it fully inside of you. Filling out your unexpecting walls again pounding against that spongey patch, making your back arch up and toes curl. 

“AH!” Your body was pressed impossibly close to his. 

“I wonder if I should keep you at home, confined to the bedroom for your sake.” His hot breath ghosted over your ear. 

He was pistoning in and out now, fat tip abusing your sweet spot just the way you wanted it. Your walls were clenching around his girth just like how your arms were holding onto him to ground your sanity. The searing white flashes of pleasure were shooting up through your nerves, the edge was approaching fast. The filthy fantasy Alhaitham was painting in your mind only served to quicken the process. 

“All you have to do is be a good wife, and welcome me home with open legs. How about that?” Alhaitham pressed sweet kisses against your neck, a far cry from the filth that was leaving his tongue. 

You felt his teeth brush against the side of your neck before they clamped down. That was what unraveled the knot inside you. Your ankles hooked together as your hips pushed closer to his. Back arching almost painfully, bodying trembling and eyes rolling back. Alhaitham let out a small hiss at the tightness of your walls contracting. He wasn’t going to last long if you continued to be this impossibly tight. 

He could tell from the way your eyes were still seeing the back of your head you were still in the midst of your orgasm. This meant that Alhaitham was free to chase after his own release now. So he does. His length continues to pound against your quivering walls, pushing through the tight clenches. The extra gush of slick helped to accelerate his movements further. Sloppy slapping of skin against skin, he could feel that his tip was probably red and swollen from his calculated delayed release. 

Pressing his pulsing tip right up against your cervix, the tension inside him finally snapped. Flooding your walls with thick, warm release. Your body instantly responded, walls beginning to twitch and convulse more, trying to milk every last drop. Alhaitham panted against your neck, sucking on the soft skin from time to time as he held your body close. 

“Mmm… Don’t mark up my neck. I brought all these pretty dresses to wear and now I can’t wear anything but turtle necks.” Your fingers tussled through his messy ash locks. It seems like you’ve returned from cloud nine.

“You can just wear them in the room.” He pressed another kiss to your neck. 

Before you could voice your complaints your husband buries your face into the crook of his neck, a silent invitation. Who were you to reject? The sensation of your teeth clamping down onto his smooth skin, leaving deep indentations seems to appease his primal urges noted by the low growl that rumbles in his chest. 

“Would you like to take a bath, habibti?” Gentle finger caressed your face. 

You hummed in confirmation, nuzzling into his touch more. The calm, sweet lull of intimacy washed over the room. Passion satisfied, for now at least. 

“You smell.” Dehya scrunched up her nose. 

You gave a deadpan stare at your Alpha friend beside you. You recently returned from your trip to Fontaine, meeting up with your friends to show them the gifts you had brought back. 

The weather wasn’t that hot today so you definitely weren’t sweating, and your outfit was also fresh from the clothesline. You even took a quick shower before you went to the agreed-upon cafe. You brought your arm up to your nose for a quick sniff, nothing smelled particularly off. 

“I smell normal.” You raised an eyebrow at her. 

“No, you smell like you just rolled around in the forest.” She retorted. 

Now you were confused, glancing at Candace and Nilou. Wait, why does it look like the two were trying to hold back their laughter? What is going on? You just wanted to give them their souvenirs. 

“What Dehya is trying to say is… it seems like you’ve gotten closer to your husband.” Candace rested her elbows on the table as she leaned in. 

Oh. They meant that. A scarlet flush instantly engulfed your cheeks, a silent admission of the truth. All at once you saw the gleam in your friends’ eyes, and they started hounding you for the details. 

The tea served at the cafe was always brewed to perfection and the leaves were of the highest quality. However, your friends were much more interested in the new development of your marriage. 

–

You were drained. You loved your friends, you really do. But spilling the tame details of the budding romance between you and your husband with burning cheeks sure depleted your battery. In a way, they deserved to know, supporting you for over five years throughout the murkier times. 

At the moment, you were curled up on the couch against your husband’s chest. Fingers fiddling with the ring that matched yours resting on his finger, as his attention was trained on the book in his other hand. It wasn’t time for your ritual quiet reading session, so you felt it was appropriate to quietly enjoy some skinship. Alhaitham didn’t seem to mind. 

“Haitham.” You began. 

“Mm?”

“What is your scent like?” You continued to fiddle with his wedding ring. 

“According to your friends, a tree.” His deep voice replied, never once looking up. 

“Mmm.” Your lips pressed into a line, still toying with the gold band. 

You had that look on your face, Alhaitham notes. Demons don’t disappear so easily, even at the start of a new chapter, they will continue to cling to your shadow. If he could, Alhaitham would strangle those devils with his own bare hands. But he couldn’t. So instead, he shall always be there to pull you out from the ice-cold water back to the warm shore. 

He flips the book over, placing it faced down on the arm of the couch. His full attention was now on you as he tenderly grasped your hand, pulling you closer. He pressed his nose against your neck, senses searching through the thick layer of opulent woodiness. 

The faint sweet hints of padisarah pudding mixed with the bath products and laundry detergent you shared were guarded by that layer. The scent that he recognizes as yours, the scent he shares with you. 

“I smell like you. That is the only scent I will recognize as mine.” His teal eyes peered up at you. 

You were silent for a moment, hand halting but still grasping the ring. 

“Pfft. Have you been reading my old novels again?” You couldn’t suppress the small laugh and smile. 

“Did you want me to?” 

“No.” 

You intertwined your fingers with his, rings clinking together, a physical show of a bond. 

Alhaitham rested his head in the crook of your neck, continuing to breathe in your essence. The scent of you always seems to lull him into a drowsy state of comfort. Yet, it wasn’t heavy nor did it cloud his thoughts, so he could always think clearly of you. Yes, this is the scent he adores. 

“Have you been doing something to make my Alpha and Omega coworkers avoid me?” 

“...” 

“What a weird Alpha you are.” You rubbed your cheek against your husband's resting face. 

You’ve been sluggish lately, Alhaitham observed. More often than not, he found himself carrying your sleeping frame back to bed after you fell asleep curled up on the sofa. Book in your limp hands. Your alarm would also be ringing longer than usual, you used to be able to turn it off by the first ring so as to not disturb him from his slumber. You knew he was a light sleeper. 

As he took a bite of the dinner you had just cooked he notes the blander taste. It was your usual style to throw in as many spices as you pleased. It was the start of flu season, and Alhaitham noted the cough that’s been going around in his office. However, he had a different hypothesis he wanted to share with you tonight. He watched as you chewed then shallowed. 

“Habibti, have you taken a pregnancy test lately?” His voice was calm, tone stable. 

Your fork clattered against your plate as you stared at him starstruck, eyes wide and mouth agape. This was why he waited, it wouldn’t be good to have food go down the wrong pipe. He maintained a neutral expression, staring into your eyes to read the emotions that were running rampant behind them. 

“N-no… but…” A furrow formed between your brow as you brought a hand up your mouth. A habit of yours when you were deep in thought. 

The two of you were careful. Pills are taken at specific times. Morning after teas were always in stock around the house, either he brews it for you right after a moment of passion or you would drink it in the morning. However, Alhaitham wasn’t startled. He understands that even with birth control there was always a risk. 

Dinner was swiftly finished, dishes piled in the sink for later, there were more pressing matters to attend to. You were currently in the bathroom with the pregnancy test he had picked up on his way home from work. Alhaitham was leaning his back on the wall beside the bathroom door. He was trying to calculate when you last had your time of the month, or when exactly you began to behave differently. 

The singing hinges of the bathroom door pulled him out of his thoughts. You had that look on your face again. Alhaitham didn’t even need to look at the test in your hands to know the results, two red lines. From how frozen your stance was in the door frame, he already knew what thoughts were running through your mind. 

Children were never planned nor discussed, at the beginning the two of you were much more focused on your careers and enjoying your free time. That is to say, you greatly enjoyed the double income and no kids life. However, there was now a fork in the road. The hands holding the test were now trembling. Alhaitham quickly brought you into a tender embrace, to silence the wild thoughts before they begin to torment you. 

“Whatever your decision may be, I will support it unconditionally. Take your time.” Rubbing a small circle into your back. 

You were silent but your arms wrapped around his torso, resting your head against his shoulder. Quiet reading time was a bit more quiet than usual tonight. 

–

It was now a Saturday night, Alhaitham had already situated himself on his spot on the couch. There was already a book in his hands, but he didn’t open it, he was waiting for you. You usually didn’t take this long in the shower, he was beginning to wonder if he should go knock on the door. But there was no need, soon the soft thumps of your steps were heard coming down the hall. 

Contrary to the usual, you make a b-line straight into his lap, curling up against his board frame. He didn’t say anything, supporting you with an arm and holding you closer. 

“I want to keep the baby.” You spoke softly against his neck. 

Alhaitham closed his eyes, mind going deep into thought. There was more than enough money saved up to support a child. Sumeru has free good quality health care, a great daycare program, and the best education system. The nation offers a generous tax deduction for families with children. There were enough rooms in the house that one could be turned into a nursery, it would be troublesome to have to babyproof everything and rearrange the furniture. 

Ah, the two of you will have to sacrifice your free time and sleep to take care of a needy newborn. However… He opened his eyes. 

“Then we should start making preparations for our new addition.” 

If it’s with you, Alhaitham is more than willing to sacrifice those luxuries and needs. 

Alhaitham had to be more observant, the changes to your body and hormones made it so you were much more sensitive to your surroundings. Foods that were too strong in scent had to be dialed back or not cooked in the house. He also took care to clear the floor of any stacks of books lest your foot knocks into them. 

The worst part of it was probably how the pregnancy was disrupting your sleep. Your body needs it, yet the growing bump and overactive hormones made it hard for you to find a position that welcomed the sweet embrace of sleep. Often tossing and turning, Alhaitham would  place a pillow under your belly which seemed to help a bit. 

Then came morning sickness, Alhaitham is adamant that your child be thankful for all the suffering you were enduring to give life to them. 

The ashen-haired Alpha had been extra careful with his inhibitors as well, making sure each dose was measured to the line and constantly checking the dates printed on the bottles. Still, the clawing of his instincts only grew stronger as his teal eyes observe your bump growing day by day. You were working so hard to carry the child, he needed to do something to make you relax and comfortable. 

–

Currently, your bed has been buried under a mountain of quilts and plush pillows. You had your hands on your hips as your eyes surveyed the messy state of the bed you had just made a few hours earlier. You folded and pack those quilts away weeks ago, why were they back out? 

“Haitham, why can’t I see our own bed?”

“There’s no cause for concern. Your body must be tired, go take a rest.” A gentle large hand rested on your lower back, encouraging you towards the heavenly pile. 

That sentiment from seven years ago still rings true to this day. Your husband is weird. Still, there was a small smile on your face, what a silly sweet weirdo he is. The soft wafts of fresh linen encapsulated your senses, layers upon layers of fabric cushioning your achy joints and growing belly. Gentle fingers combed their way through your hair, making your eyelids grow heavy. 

Were these inherited instincts or learned gestures from old light novels? Oh well, the answer is irrelevant. 

One Saturday afternoon you were rudely awakened by the maddening repetition of thumping. You were now well into your second trimester, the bump on your belly growing steadily day by day, which only meant your sleep schedule only got worse. All your senses have been going into overdrive lately, every bump in the night making your eyes snap open. You groggily rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, begrudgingly rousing your sluggish body from the haven of pillows and blankets. 

By this point, you and Alhaitham had announced to friends and family about your pregnancy, there were many tears of excitement shed that day. Followed by a steady stream of boxes and gifts placed into your or your husband's hands. These items ranged from teas to help with morning sickness to long loose maternity gowns. 

At first, you raised an eyebrow at the shapeless dresses your mother had gifted to you. Stating that they made you look like a lost ghost. However, now with your baby bump, the soft loose fabric felt divine against your sensitive skin. Carefully, pushing off the mattress you took your time gaining your balance. Moving has become troublesome because of your now shifted center of gravity.

Steadying yourself with a hand on the hallway wall you waddled toward the source of the commotion. As you grew closer to the room across the guest room, an extra space that was utilized as a small side library the barrage of noises stung your ears more. You felt irritation creeping up on you. 

Grasping your hand on the door frame you peered inside to see a head of blonde hair. Oh. It’s Kaveh. That explains the noise. 

You quietly observed the back of the unaware man as he continued to hammer furniture together. Your husband had told you earlier in the week that Kaveh would be coming over to help set up the nursery. He mentioned something about the blond having to pay off an old debt. 

Oh well, it saves you and Alhaitham the trouble of rearranging the furniture. 

“Ugh, that bastard has not changed a single bit. Who would choose such an ugly bassinet? His poor child will be welcomed into the world surrounded by ugly furniture.” 

Your lips pressed into a firm line. You had chosen the bassinet when out shopping with your husband. You bought it with your own money too. You thought it was quite cute… It’s cute, right? You waddled off to find your husband. 

“Alhaitham…” Tighnri stood just to the left of the glass door of the small cafe, your favorite cafe. 

Your husband was exiting the door, a small chime from the bell hanging above his head announcing his departure. A brown take-out bag, that contained the padisarah pudding you have been craving for the fourth time this week, clutched firmly in his hand. Alhaitham greeted his fellow colleague with a nod of acknowledgment. 

“I know your wife is pregnant. However, food should be in moderation. Especially sweets. You should know that during pregnancy the change in hormones makes it harder for the body to control its levels of-”

The ashen-haired man raised one hand, signaling for the other to halt their lecture. 

“I acknowledge your expertise and advice. However, time is precious and to save both of ours, I invite you to take this debate up with my wife. To warn you beforehand, you will lose.” 

Tighnari let out a huff of exasperation, steps heading in the direction of your shared home with Alhaitham. Surely you were more reasonable than your Alpha husband at the moment. Tighnari knew it was in their primal instincts to pamper their mates, caving into any demand no matter how unreasonable or troublesome. 

The head secretary has always been a rather level-headed individual in his eyes, sometimes to a fault, so it must just be his instincts influencing his actions. Tignari even heard from a certain blond that the ashen-haired man had given him the deadliest glare because the architect had critiqued your taste in home decor. 

“It’s normal for people to have cravings during their pregnancies, and for the most part, it’s harmless. However, there is a whole misconception about the saying ‘eating for two’. In truth, you only need about an extra glass of milk and an extra pita pocket a day. You are feeding a small-”

Alhaitham stared ahead at the path in front of him, doing his best to tune out the ramblings of the shorter man walking beside him. He had one purpose, and that was to deliver your padisarah pudding to you. 

–

Tighnari was now walking in the direction of his own home, spirit shaking a bit. Like always, Alhaitham’s prediction was flawless. He lost. The defiant blank gaze you gave him at the doorway of your house was enough to make the ebony-haired Alpha stop his clearly unsolicited advice. In the end, you got your pudding.

“That is all I have to report. Now that you have this knowledge, I trust that you will be able to decide if this proposition is fair or not. Here are the files for you to look through.” The ivory-haired Alpha placed the stack of papers on the smooth desk. 

“Understood. Thank you for the report, Cyno.” Alhaitham gathered the paperwork into his hands, beginning to skim through the contents. 

His teal-orange eyes soon left the crisp papers, peering at his colleague with an inquisitive glance. It wasn’t like the head lawyer to remain in his office after he finished delivering his information. 

“Is there any more you would like to discuss?” 

“Yes, I have prepared a gift for your child.” Cyno reached into his blazer pocket. 

Alhaitham hid his sigh. Your home was already littered with so many gifts and baby items, it was troublesome keeping the floors clear of any potential tripping hazards. You were now in your third trimester, slow steps more focused on your balance and the ache in your lower back than paying attention to the floor. 

Your husband wonders if he should have waited until he applied for maternity leave to tell his closest colleagues about your pregnancy. 

“Here.” Cyno handed him an engraved box.

Was this a TCG card case? Alhaitham’s unreadable eyes shifted between the case and the head lawyer’s eager eyes. Really, he should’ve expected this, he is already well aware of the tan Alpha’s obsession with the card game. 

“Thank you.” Your husband took the gift from the awaiting hand. 

“I custom-made the deck to be as beginner friendly as possible. Even still, these cards are staples in the game so this deck will be solid regardless of the changing meta. I made sure to have every card laminated as young children don’t know restraint. The box is also custom-made, it is made from solid wood but any sharp edges have been rounded out.”

“You didn’t have to go through so much unnecessary trouble.” Alhaitham wishes that Cyno didn’t. 

“Since most gifts have been either for your wife or for the child, I have prepared a gift for you as well.” Cyno reached into his inner coat pocket. 

This was unexpected. Your husband observed the tan man pull out a small journal. Stationary? You had already gifted Alhaitham a lifetime supply, but they were for only very important situations. So this could be a welcomed addition.

“I wrote down some of my best jokes for you to tell.” 

Nevermind. Alhaitham didn’t even want to reach for the small notebook. Cyno places it on top of the desk. 

“It’s unnecessary.” 

“It will help pass the time while entertaining your child. Your wife has been pregnant for a while now, it must feel like an maternity.” 

“...”

“Did you not get it? It’s because ‘maternity’ sounds like ‘eternity’ and-”

“I am very busy, head lawyer. Please excuse yourself from my office.”  

 Alhaitham was aware of the concept of ‘pregnancy glow’ from the anatomical journals he read some time ago. However, seeing it in person was much different from what the book had described. Another example of how learning purely from books is not enough. 

You were radiant, features softer and skin glowing. The aura around you has also been much gentler, likely attributed to your constant drowsiness and lack of stress from work as you were now on maternity leave. More often than not, Alhaitham finds it hard to keep his hands off of you.

 Resting an open hand on your round belly, feeling the subtle shifts of your child as he reads. Hugging you from behind as you cook, it’s to support the baby he reasons. He offers his chest as a pillow whenever sleep calls for you regardless if it was on the couch, you needed your rest.

However, there’s a caveat: others can’t seem to keep their hands off you either. 

“Oh! What a strong kick! I think they have real potential for dance.” Nilou exclaimed as she felt your belly. 

“Haha, what a meddlesome kid already. Kicking your poor mommy.” Dehya also had one hand resting a top. 

“It’s uncomfortable, yes, but it’s a good sign that they’re healthy and strong.” You let out a small sigh. 

“Here, have another pillow to support you” Candace placed the soft cushion behind your back, relieving some of the pressure. 

“Thank you, Candace. Even though I’m going to become a mother soon, it seems you’ll always be the mom of our group.” You giggled, giving your friends a wide smile. 

“Oh, you flatter me too much.” Candace chuckled, joining the rest in feeling your round bump. 

Alhaitham sat in your usual spot on the adjacent sofa, trying to read his book. However, his teal eyes couldn’t help but peer over at the hands that were plastered all over your belly. Although his gaze remained neutral, his lips were slightly pressed into a line. Their hands didn’t need to linger for that long he surmises. 

–

“Have a safe trip back!” You bid your friends goodbye, it was nice to have visitors when you couldn’t leave the house easily. 

Alhaitham closes the front door after their figures disappeared into the distance, offering his muscular arm to support you. You gladly accepted, as your feet and joints sang with relief as pressure was shifted off of them. Slowly strolling down the hall back to the living room. 

Alhaitham presses a soft kiss against your temple, a clever diversion from his true intentions. He couldn’t help the frown that formed on his lips or the scrunch of his nose. Your friends had drenched you in their scent, overpowering your subtle fragrance. Tsk, this is why others should keep their hands to themselves. 

“Let's take a shower. Of course, I’ll assist you.” 

“Mm? Haitham, it’s pretty early. We haven’t even had dinner.” 

“I’ll help you wash your hair as well.” 

“Haitham-”

“I’ll massage your shoulders and feet afterward.” 

“... Fine… remember to use the lotion as well.” 

“Of course.” 

There was no reason to be nervous even as your due date grew closer and closer. A room at the Bimarstan has already been reserved. He had already prepared a hospital bag with extra clothes, blankets, and toiletries. Alhaitham also packed some books in there was well. However, as you began to count down the days, it’s hard not to notice the anticipation in the air. You were very much ready to meet your child and to finally not be pregnant anymore. 

“Do you think the child will be more like you or me?” You turned to face your husband as he lay in bed. 

“It doesn’t matter. As long as they’re healthy.” Alhaitham tucks a quilt from the nest up to your chin. 

“Oh? I think that if our child looks like you but has my personality, they’d be quite popular.” You pondered out loud. 

“Mm.” Alhaitham pulls you closer to him from behind, resting his chin atop your head. 

“Then if they resemble you, it's best that they have my personality. Lest our peaceful lives will be disrupted by a constant stream of suitors at the door.” He entertains your musing. 

Your soft giggle jingles through the air as you stroked your belly, his hands soon join yours. A comfortable silence encapsulated the two of you, his soft caresses lulling your heavy lids closed. This was the sweet calm lull of normalcy, and you both were satisfied. 

Alhaitham had closed his eyes, only for them to snap open with the sudden jolt of your body. Did the baby kick again? They sure are disruptive, he can already feel the long sleepless nights to come. However, there were still a few days to stock up on as much rest as possible. 

“Haitham, I think my water broke.” 

Nevermind. 

–

 You were holding onto his hand with an iron-clad grip, crushing his fingers together. However, he knew this was barely scratching the surface of the discomfort you were currently experiencing. If he could, Alhaitham would bare all your pain himself. 

However, he couldn’t so he’ll sit beside you in the Bimarstan, brushing the hair out of your sweat-socked face and whispering sweet nothings to encourage your efforts. You’ve been in labor now for about four hours. Alhaitham has decided that the first thing your child learns to write will be a thank you letter addressed to you. 

You were trying to keep your breathing as stable as possible, practicing the technique the midwife taught you. Put the pain of the contractions always broke your streak, making you have to start from the beginning to try and steady your breath. The midwives and doctors were encouraging you to push as hard as you could. You already were, but you took a deep breath and then held onto it. Giving it your all. 

--

“WWAAHHHHH!” 

A loud, piercing, yet beautiful cry echoed off the walls. 

“It's a boy!” The doctors announced. 

--

“He’s got quite the set of lungs.” You giggled, tears still pooling at the corners of your eyes. Cradling your newborn. 

Alhaitham only let out a gentle hum, resting his head on your shoulder as he gazes at his son. Eyes as soft as the little one’s plump cheeks. It was quite a riveting experience, how can one fall in love with a little stranger so quickly? 

“No more full nights rest for us when we return home, huh.” You rested your head on top of his ashen hair, smiling as you continued to stare at your little bundle. 

Your husband lets out a soft mixture of a hum and a chuckle. He’s already prepared himself to sacrifice sleep in order to nurture this little bond created between the two of you. 

To your surprise and his great delight, your child sleeps through the nights well. A little too well. You had been released from the Bimarstan just a few days ago, the doctors all said your child was healthy. However, you couldn’t help but stare at him as if you were in a trance. 

“Come to bed, your body needs the rest to heal.” His warm touch grasped the sides of your shoulders, as Alhaitham pressed his face into your neck. Trying to lure you back. 

“Yes, I know but… just a little while longer.” You reached a hand up to tussle through his soft locks. 

Your eyes never stopped observing the small ups and downs of your little bundle of joy as he slept. Well, the face he made earlier when you had woken him up for his regular feedings sure wasn’t one of joy. He’s just like his father, grumpy when disturbed from the sweet embrace of sleep. But he needed to feed every three hours if he was to grow up healthily. 

“He’s quite a lot like you. A deep sleeper.”

“Oh? I think he’s quite like you, Haitham. You should’ve seen the mean mug he gave me.”

“I never scowl at you.”

“Yes, but you’re grumpy when woken up.”

“Hmph.” Your husband buries his face deeper into your nape. Teal eyes never breaking their gaze from the child you’ve gifted him. 

The air was quiet, yet warm and sweet. It was well past your preferred bedtime, but strangely not a single muscle felt tired as two pairs of eyes continued to study the small moments of his chest. 

“Should we head to bed now, Haitham?”

“Mm, perhaps a few more minutes wouldn’t make a drastic difference.” 

Fin~

[generaltrashshecox]

How's the cooking up of alpha!Damien being an absolute slut for omega!Anthony going? I'm really intrigued by what you've shared of it already!

Oh it's cooking slowly but surely. My brain only works in concepts so I'm trying to get it figured out but it's getting there. Currently though I've been seeing those videos of Damien growling like a nerd (affectionate) and I'm thinking of how to incorporate that. I love omegaverse it's so much fun to play around with!

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from Underline the Black 63:

'Augus?’ Temsen said briskly. ‘Thanks for picking up. We have an emergency. Can you fetch Efnisien from Gary's cottage, please? I'd do it myself, but I have Gary here in an ardolphogen rage, and I- Yes. ...Yes, indeed. No, I know.' Temsen looked at Gary. 'I don't know, actually, let me check. Have you hurt him?'  'I issued a directive,' Gary said roughly. 'I've already rescinded it. Otherwise, no.'  No. He'd just called the boy pathetic and worthless, and reached for every cruel thing he could imagine saying in the moment. What a big, proud moment for him, cutting down an abused, damaged boy as viciously as he could, because he couldn't handle the shattering of a teacup. Gary was trembling, his teeth wouldn't stop grinding back and forth, his molars hurt, but he couldn't make himself stop. He broke out in a cold sweat, he felt more volatile than before.  'A directive,' Temsen said slowly, staring at him. 'Goodness, I can't believe- Ah, yes, Augus, you heard that correctly. If you can take him to... No, no, not the medical suite. Bring him here, to me, the head office. If he's labile, we can't have him with Kadek. Efnisien already knows he can hurt him. Restraints? No. I don't think they'll be necessary. He's not hard to control. You shouldn't need alpha persuasion, just be careful, he's already scared of you. I'm going to get Gary out of my office, and he can go decompress somewhere else. Like the medical suite. Yes, thank you, Augus. I apologise, I know it's incredibly short notice. Yes, I know. I do apologise. Thank you.' Gary stared Temsen down. Temsen hung up the phone and held the eye contact for several seconds, looking like he wanted nothing more than to take on the challenge. But - tearing his eyes away - he averted his gaze and made a huffing sound of frustration.  'I want a really big Christmas bonus this year,' Temsen snapped. 

[starfall-spirit]

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Summary: If there was one thing Rhys was well aware of, it was that his life expectancy as a kingpin was a short one. Unless he wanted his uncle seizing power the moment he bled out, he was in need of an heir. An Alpha heir at that.

The only way he could guarantee such a thing was by breeding an omega, a designation nearly extinct in the world they lived in. Regardless, he would acquire one—no matter how unconventional his means may be.

OR;

The Mafia Omega Auction Fic

CW: Rhys is still mean, this is dub-con at best.

Chapter IV

Feyre

Men like Rhys—men who snapped their fingers and bent the world to their will—all had one thing in common. Appearance was everything. Stepping into the walk-in closet she assessed the row of suits in front of her. Black, perfectly pressed, expensive. He’d be livid to find them carelessly crumpled and tossed on the floor to fill out her nest. Pulling one suit jacket halfway off the hanger, she hesitated.

What would the consequences be? And could she handle them? She’d cleaned herself as best she could without taking the time to shower, but there was no denying she was sore from her punishment. And going right into a heat the pain might not register the same way, but she would certainly feel it when the fever and craving faded.

Then again, heats often sent nearby alphas into rut. Would he even realize she’d used them before the week was behind them? He’d be too tired to be angry then. Unwilling to think on it longer, she shook her head and pulled down half the jackets and several dress shirts tucked away behind them.

Meticulous as she was, her nest still didn’t take long to complete, seeing as she’d completed the foundation before bed last night. The shirts and jackets ended up in a semi-circle around the top and sides of her nest, almost immediately changing the scent of it. Something tightened in her belly, but she really didn’t want to think about that either.

By coincidence or consequence of having Rhys’ scent so concentrated around her, a hot flash began to wash over her, the ache between her legs morphing to a different kind. “No,” she whimpered. She knew what she’d find when she reached beneath the nightgown she’d just put on. The slick was already dripping down her thighs.

Feyre bolted for the shower, grinding her teeth when the cramping started, melding so terribly with that half-pleasant twisting from before. She sobbed, barely feeling the cold spray even as it soaked through her skimpy pajamas and settled in her bones. Vaguely she recognized movement outside the shower stall, but with the doctor gone it could only be one person and there was no use in fighting the fate he’d rewritten for them. Stepping into the large stall with her, he pulled the showerhead down and adjusted the water until it was moderately cool before kneeling beside her and stripping her once again.

“Little omega.” Her tears only fell faster at the endearment and she found herself leaning into his chest, numb as he washed her down. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Her whole body jerked when the showerhead and his fingers came down between her legs. “Easy, sweetheart.” Changing the setting to soften the spray, he cleaned her there too, chuckling when fresh slick coated her the moment he moved the showerhead. Reaching up, he shut the water off, ringing out the excess water from her hair. Drying himself in a hurry, he returned to her with a large fluffy towel that felt like it had just been warmed in the dryer. She’d never appreciated the texture of something more. She’d hated showering during and after her heats when she was going through them alone. All of her towels had been old and cheap, nubby and abrasive in their age.

“I’d love nothing more than to spoil you rotten, but I won’t tolerate you fighting me constantly.”

Rhys lived in the lap of luxury. She could too, but only so long as she was a docile pet to him. Another cramp hit her like a punch to the gut and her knees buckled.

Rhys already had her up against his chest. “Shh. I’ve got you, darling.” Feyre barely heard him, head stuffy, ears buzzing. Alpha. Protector. Mate. She tried to shake the thought, but it had already made itself at home, each title sinking little hooks in her brain, there to stay. Alpha. Protector. Mate.

He’d keep her safe here. For the first time in her life she could have a truly safe space. More comforts than she dared dream of. If he’d give her that, she could be a good girl. Could give him a baby. Wasn’t that all he was asking of her now?

He stopped in front of her nest, setting her on her feet just long enough to strip her of her towel before guiding her back against the pillows. “Let Daddy in your nest now?” She nodded quickly, pressing a hand between her legs. Towel discarded, he sank to his knees in front of her, curving his hand over her own to guide her clumsy fingers to her clit. “Pretty baby, made the perfect little nest. Such a good girl, using Alpha’s clothes to fill it out.”

“You’re�� not angry?”

“That my little girl wanted my scent in her nest?” He chuckled. “No, darling. I’m not angry.” He kissed the tip of her nose and his smirk softened. “I’m going to get your plate off the dresser. If you eat all of it, I’ll give you a special treat before I knot you again.” He slid back so his head was even with her core, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, lips wet with her slick when he pulled back. Looking into his eyes… she’d never felt so much like prey. “I think it’ll be just as much of a treat for me.”

She eyed the plate of finger foods he brought back with a frown.

“You need to eat, darling. I know it’s the last thing on your mind right now, but you aren’t going hungry through your heat.” Begrudgingly, she nibbled at a cracker and cheese slice. He sighed at her slow progress, but didn’t rush her, just rubbed small circles over her lower belly to try to ease the cramping that had set in before her shower.

The pressure hurt before it helped, but he just hushed her, offering little bites of food to distract her until the plate was empty and the pain slowly began to twine with something else. The scent of her heat was far past subtle at this point, but still it grew. The rumble of Rhys’ growl was just barely audible, sending another shock of arousal through her.

Chemistry. Just chemistry. An omega reacting to an alpha during her heat.

Why did that excuse already feel so flimsy?

“Now that my little wife has eaten…” He slid down to the bottom of the nest, parting her legs again. “My turn, darling.”

Feyre froze, any comprehensive thought falling away to make room for that one word, a mantra in her mind.

Wife. Wife. Wife. Wife. He wanted—

His laugh was a shock of warm air against her cunt. “You thought I’d put my baby in you and not lay proper claim? Not a chance, silly girl. Now, relax. Let Daddy have his treat.”

He started slow this time, almost an apology for the way he’d so brutally claimed her after her punishment. He was devoted in his task, the only sound leaving him his pleased growling and soft praise. As for Feyre, she couldn’t manage more than whining and pleading for him to stop after the first orgasm washed through her. It wasn’t a punishment, but his recent attention was pushing her closer and closer to overstimulation and the demand of her heat did nothing to improve the situation.

“Rhys, Rhys, Rhys. Rhys. Please!” He pushed her over the edge a second time and she screamed, unsure what she had resorted to babbling until she finally recovered from the crashing wave of her climax. “Need you. Need your knot. Daddy, need your knot, please.”

He shushed her softly, kissing a trail up her body until she was forced to taste her own slick straight from his lips. In her state, she honestly couldn’t care less. “Hush, pet. I’ll give you what you need when you’re ready.”

She moaned as he pushed two fingers into her, squirming at the pressure even as he continued to soothe her. “Rhys.”

Another finger and she tried to retreat, whimpering when he pulled her back to her place beneath him.

“Poor baby,” he cooed, voice dripping with condescension. “Knows what she wants but doesn’t think she can take it, hm?” Feyre sniffled, nails biting into the tender flesh at his wrist. “We’re gonna fix that right now.”

“I can’t—”

“Shh. The first time was a punishment, little one. But you’ve been such a good girl for me, haven’t you? My baby knows she needs a knot.” It only took a few seconds for Rhys to withdraw his hand and line up against her, dragging the head through her slit. “Easy, pet.”

“Not your—” Winding a hand in her hair, he leaned down to claim her mouth, quieting her protest at the name. The words died there, replaced with a long moan as he claimed her inch by unforgiving inch, seating himself to the base in one steady stroke.

His lips slid over her neck, hips shifting just enough to tease her with his knot. To remind her how desperate she was to have him locked inside of her once again. “Let me hear it again, little one,” he ordered, setting a steady rhythm. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

“Knot,” she panted. “Need filled up, Daddy. Want you to knot me.”

He cursed, voice low and rough at her ear. “So sweet. So good for me, asking for what you need. Precious girl.”

His pace quickens, a few sharp thrusts her only preparation before Rhys pushed all the way in, his knot already swelling. She whined, scraping her teeth across his neck, feeling herself clench around him. Rhys just groaned, nipping her earlobe in reprimand. “Take me so well. Fuck, Feyre.”

His constant praise settled something within her, soothing an ache she hadn’t recognized until that point. “Please,” she breathed. One last thrust of his hips and he drove her over the edge, blinding pleasure tearing through every inch of her from head to each curling toe. Her orgasm kept rolling through her, fed by his own release the moment he spilled into her, knot locking in place.

She must have blacked out, because the next time she opened her eyes she found Rhys easing out of her, his fingers replacing the thick length of him to push the cum leaking from her back into her core. She whined softly, trying to shift her hips away from his touch. “Hush, darling. Need to keep you nice and full if you’re going to give me an heir.”

She couldn’t hide the shiver that ran though her, but refused to acknowledge what that revealed about her.

Biology. That’s why the idea isn’t entirely abhorrent. Why some parts of it all were pleasant.

She pushed the thought from her mind, instead watching her alpha rearrange the ruined nest to a near replica of its original state.

Attentive, she couldn’t help but think. A good quality in a mate.

Even banishing that train of thought from her mind as well, Feyre found herself inching over in the nest, seeking his warmth, the comfort she knew she’d only find wrapped in his arms. She loathed everything about it.

His scent caught in her nose, the rising ache, in her core even before she could manage to clean up, how her nerves and worries melted away the moment he started to purr for her.

“Not fair,” she pouted, nose buried in his neck.

Rhys sighed. “I know, pet. I know.”

~~~~~

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[voxofthevoid]

Anniversary Poll 2: The Unfucking

Made the poll one day instead of one week in the OG post. Bad idea. I know my followers' habits, for one, and for another, there's no need to hurry for January plans. Here, the text of the original post reproduced:

So, it’s my two-year anniversary in the JJK fandom—specifically, writing for JJK. On 19th November 2022, around two weeks after finishing the anime and then devouring the manga in an uncharacteristic frenzy, I snapped further and wrote 2517 words for (you’ll whisper, serpent tongue) what you fear you have become.

I have, somehow, not gotten any less insane about JJK! I don’t know if I’ll make a whole third year here; that’s only happened with one fandom—the MCU. Regardless, two years is still more than I figured I’d spend here. My average length of stay is one year, barely. But between canon gripping me by the balls and my readers being absolute gems, here I fucking am ✨

Anyway, I’m not doing anything insane to celebrate, mostly because my usual method of letting y'all pick what I should write next won’t work when my current WIP is 80k and only halfway done. Instead, here’s a poll for which fic I should start posting next, once a slot in my current six-fic system frees up—specifically, your resistance, prophetic self-destruction will be done in December. I did have plans for what I’d post in its slot afterward, but let’s forget that.

You pick.

Unlike the last similar poll, I’ve included all my fics this time, not just the longfics. My fem!Gojou fic isn’t included because I intend to post it in December. That other train groping fic with age reversal is also not in the poll because I still may revisit that and add the remaining planned chapters.

Fic titles and one-line summaries are given under the cut, in the same order as in the poll:

your body language on me tells me to be unholy

How not to take your teenage student’s virginity, a live demonstration by Gojou Satoru.

i could keep your bed warm, otherwise i'm useless

There's a fine line between gods and monsters. The line between a monster's malice and a god's love is even finer. Yuuji learns this twice over.

break my patience, corrupt my sacred art

Gojou comes home drunk and proceeds to wage war on Yuuji’s sanity and dick.

the ghost in me was true (but you were haunted too)

Satoru loves a boy to death. Yuuji comes back wrong.

taking the flesh is the only virtue

Stress and trauma trigger Yuuji’s rut a few years too early. Kento’s too kind for his own good, while Satoru’s too curious for anyone’s good.

bloodstains on the collar means just don't ask

Yuuji has a type. Unfortunately, his uncle and his teacher embody that type.

the brute fact of flesh awaiting our teeth

Satoru embarks on a quest to seduce her hot giant of a teacher and continuously bites off more than she can chew.

(the euphoric taste of your tears) swallow it, darling

Yuuji is an unconventional teacher. Satoru still learns, for better or for worse.

[atarathegreat]

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

Time Skip Accident--Kokonoi Hajime 💮 Ken Ryuguji 💮 Nahoya Kawata,

Protecting Each Other-- Hanma Shuji

Rooftop Dangers-- Kazutora Hanemiya

Ken Ryuguji x reader

Something's Wrong--Bonten!Mikey

Shuji's Habit

Sanzu's hands

Rise and Shine--Ran Haitani

I'll See You Again--Racer!Mikey

Angry-Chiro--Shinichiro Sano

The Student Worker--Keisuke Baji

Drunken Dancing--Atsushi Sendo

DrakenSibling! Reader x Mikey and Part 2

Really?!--Makoto Suzuki

How Sweet it is to be Loved Like This.-- Kakucho Hitto

The Boy in the Gang-- Keisuke Baji

Yandere Mikey

Unconventional--Ken Ryuguji (Omegaverse)

Prank Gone Wrong--Rindou Haitani

Showing You Off--Rindou Haitani

Pappa!--Kokonoi Hajime

His Property--Sanzu Haruchiyo

Come Back to Bed--Keisuke Baji

Rough Confession--Keisuke Baji

Crackhead Headcanons ft: Kazutora, Mitsuya, Nahoya, Souya, Baji, Kokonoi, Mikey, Draken, Taiju, Hanma, Chifuyu, Kisaki, Hakkai, Takamichi. 💮 Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Yamagishi, Shinichiro, Wakasa.

Sibling Headcanons ft: Ran and Rindou, Nahoya and Souya, Mitsuya, Chifuyu. 💮 Draken, Taiju, Yuzuha, and Hakkai, Hanma, Makoto, Takuya. 💮 Baji, Kazutora, Mikey and Emma, Sanzu. 💮 Inui, Kokonoi, Akkun, Yamagishi, Takamichi.

Gang Leader Sibling ft: Ran and Rindou, Nahoya and Souya, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Draken. 💮 Taiju, Yuzuha, and Hakkai, Hanma, Makoto, Takuya. 💮 Baji, Kazutora, Mikey and Emma, Sanzu. 💮 Inui, Kokonoi, Akkun, Yamagishi, Takamichi.

Zoning Out With Them ft: Chifuyu, Kokonoi, Taiju, Souya

Inciting Incidents ft: Baji, Nahoya, Hanma, Sanzu

ZombieLand ft: Sanzu, Baji. 💮 Takamichi, Draken, Izana, Mikey. 💮 Rindo, Shinichiro, Kakucho, Inui.

Old Money Love (sibling) ft: Sanzu, Nahoya and Souya, Makoto. 💮 Baji, Kazutora, Draken.

Scary Wife Privilages ft: Kokonoi, Draken, Rindou, Akkun. 💮 Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Hakkai.

They Come Home Late ft: Shinichiro, Yamagishi, Takuya. 💮 Hakkai Shiba, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Taiju Shiba

Pretty 24/7(SiblingReader)-- Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya, Sanzu, Kazutora.

Dr.Blane-esque: Kokonoi Hajime 💮 Hanma Shuji

Momoko-esque

Baji X Guitarist

Wearing Their Glasses ft: Rindou, Yamagishi, Baji, Hanma. 💮 Kisaki

Souya Kawata

On My Knees-- Sanzu Haruchiyo

Yamagishi NSFW (headcanon)

Gaming With Souya

It'll Hold--Kazushi Yamagishi

Sunrise- Tetta Kisaki

Vacation--Kawata Twins

Taunting--Benkei

I'm Naked Here--Ken Ryuguji

Soft/Spicy Bonten/Racer Mikey

I'm Tired, Love--Takashi Mitsuya

Predator and Prey-- Keizo Arashi

Baji SFW/NSFW

First Times--Keisuke Baji

Hanma SFW/NSFW

No Nut November-- Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Kazutora, Pah. 💮 Takemichi, Takuya, Akkun, Makoto, Yamagishi 💮 Nahoya, Souya, Chifuyu, Peh, Hakkia 💮 Kokonoi Hajime, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Izana Kurokawa, Hanma Shuji

[randomingoftherandomness]

have there been any omegaverse asks for zyz/zyc!!!! i may not have caught up to all your posted fics on ao3 but do you headcanon zyz and zyc as alpha beta or omega respectively and what is their dynamic — if u have any brainworms about fluffy cuddles and scenting i would love to see them ^^

Love, trust me when I say that omegaverse is like a bulletproof kink for me lol.

Zhao Yuanzhou

bruh gives the most omegaest alpha vibes ok, if there ever was someone who would totally be the embodiment of unconventional alpha/omega dynamics it would this dude

he would be the kind of alpha to let his partner take the lead and let them set the pace; content to be a participant not a bystander but on a level that isn't pushing the other

I do know that a lot of people seem to see him as a bottom, but I'm catching more switch vibes from him and again, this would play into the switch vibes

he would totally be the gentlest alpha EVER. don't fight me on this you know it's true

flirty as all hell to keep things light, but when he's on the receiving end of a praise or a flirt, error 404.exe

Zhou Yichen

he gives me the most alphaest omega to ever exist vibes, but at the other end of it, he could be very much a soft alpha who was tempered into what is expected of someone that is an 'alpha'

I mean, he's a tsundere. so you'd need an extraordinary amount of patience and endurance to keep up with him (hint hint wink wink which zhao yuanzhou has)

won't be the most receptive to scenting and hugs, but wouldn't be opposed to it once he has opened his heart up to you

would also make sense that his omega senses would be a little stunted because of how he has difficulty making friends with other mortal children

his dad and bro would def be alphas (tying in to the way how his bro is protective over him and-- ooo this is giving me some dead dove don't eat fic ideas that I'm gonna go pickle for a moment)

YuanYi

In terms of their dynamics, they would always keep everyone guessing -- who is the laopo, who is the laogong? depends on the sun and moon phases and which way the wind is blowing

I would totally buy into Zhao Yuanzhou "marrying" into the Bingyi clan though (with a whole mile of red with the whole of Tiandu wondering whether the procession as a dowry or a bride price)

Zhao Yuanzhou would totally be the one to teach Yichen how to make a nest. Patiently, carefully. Yichen would totally try to give up at least three hundred times, but Zhao Yuanzhou would coax him back to the task

Initially in their bond, Yichen resists some of his more baser instincts like wanting ZYZ's scent on his glands and needing him close by

But ZYZ cottons on rather quickly and works around it; weaving beads scented by him into his hair, staying half a step close to Yichen at all times without it being overbearing

They work their way up to actually having ZYZ scent him before he leaves their bed, which may or may not have made the great demon emotional about

During ZYZ's first rut after they've mated, he tries to go into seclusion, explaining to Yichen that he cannot control himself and he is scared he will hurt him

Yichen would accept it, mildly hurt that his Alpha doesn't want to share his rut with him even when they've shared in his heats

The resolve lasts about a day because ZYZ is clawing at the walls battling himself because he can smell his Omega while Yichen is torn between running into his Alpha's arms or hiding himself away because ZYZ told him no

Stalemate ends when Yichen gives up the ghost and just fights his way into ZYZ's arms

In terms of fluffiness and cuddles, ZYZ gives off the vibes of a browbeaten husband who simps hard over his tsundere wifey in public, but when the doors are closed and it's just them, Yichen is incredibly receptive to his hugs and kisses

On the rare moonlit nights where they're in the company of their little found family and Yichen is a little less restrained, he will take his Alpha by the hand and lead him out to the water for a dance that will have half of Tiandu coming out to watch

Aaaa this got long haha I hope my little ramblings entertained you!