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[verytiredomega]

no clear thoughts in this brain anymore except Alpha Zhongli in his rut for the first time after meeting his Omega, you, isolating himself lest he scares you, however, you find himself knocking at his door, late at night, greeted by a voice and octave lower than usual, dripping with thirst and the pain of losing the very last shred of self-control thrown out the window as you sit down next to him, putting your hand on his cheek in a worried gesture, only to feel the tip of his now prominent fangs against the tender skin of your wrist 🤭

MARIIIIII, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE 😵‍💫😵‍💫🤣💘 Don’t tempt me with getting back at you with thoughts of Omega Childe 🤣❗️

Content Warning for being suggestive/NSFW

Continuing from our line of thought in our last conversation, with a Zhongli and Reader who share feelings but have yet to confess to each other/the slow burn of it all, until it is no longer slow

Just imagining a reluctant Zhongli letting her in when he catches the worry radiating off of his omega her; the sour scorch of anxiety in the pheromones he scents off of the air around her.

His heart shudders at the mere thought of having been the cause of her worries, basal instincts immediately surrendering to her will, desperate to relieve that knit in between his beloved’s brow.

Ushering her in to allow her a seat within his guest quarters, instead of his personal office space like he usually does. The latter housing much more of her... vivid traces from when she often pays him visits on behalf of Hu Tao.

Zhongli does not think he could control himself were he to take her to that room, watch her sit herself from across him, at his desk. Fixating a look of worry for him, smelling like that.

Zhongli’s next breath gutters out of his throat, as if to shred apart the very graphic, obscene image that bursts across his lids; how he’d rather have that beautiful body unfurled across his desk, smooth that frown into pleasure with the slow press of fingers she’d graciously allow him to ease in between her legs—

The next sound that breaks from him is carnal, unhinged; he smothers it against an obsidian palm — unravelings of his power, bleeding onto his appearance, with the vulnerability that comes with his rut — before his control can shatter entirely.

“Zhongli?” Wrenching himself out of stupor to catch the question in her gaze, the way her eyes flitter momentarily across the seized tightness of his jaw, the jagged edge of his fangs clenched in a white, bared snarl; he realizes belated, the threat he must present to her gaze, wild and unfettered.

He needs his mind off of her body — now — before it is her clothes he cleaves off of her instead. The only shred — sliver — of sanity keeping him together: his several millennia lived, the iron will of control he’s had himself subjected to, century after century — nothing, no lover, before, however, has tested his patience as she does.

And...

Zhongli frowns, pressing himself back into the seat farthest, from across her, dark fingers curling irons across the arms of the chair, holding himself imprisoned.

And the fact that they have yet to be bonded, leashes him most.

A most inopportune time for her to have turned up at his doorstep when his rut is close at hand, and that too for personal business, but Zhongli knows he must remain civilized; the gentle man she knows him as, he wishes to remain untainted within her gaze, at the very least—

And so he asks her about her day, in an effort to turn her mind — and his — off his current “ill-health”, he assures her is no cause for worry. A decision that turns itself into swift, vicious vengeance upon Zhongli instead.

“I spent my morning with Scara— ahem, Wanderer. He wished to repay me for my earlier help with a neutralising antidote, I mentioned it once to you before, Zhongli.”

Whetted fingernails carve just that bit more deep into the wood beneath his arms.

That son of Beelzebub, the one who looks at her with the eyes of a man; a gaze that dares want for what he desires. How dare a mere doll ingress upon an Archon’s claim—

“...With him alone? Did that bard... Venti not promise to accompany you on your commissions today?”

She seems mildly perplexed at the line of questioning. Zhongli, however, is in no state to help himself.

“Venti had a task come up he had to attend to with Mari.” She answers, at last.

And then Zhongli spots it: a scent, a claim. An oddity not her own; he failed to notice earlier by fault of his lust fogged mind.

The teal, dangling earring — not hers — she skips delicate fingers, along her earlobe, as if it is a precious commodity.

And he begs, in silence, for her to not speak what he does not wish to hear in that moment. Sickening, as the scent across that jewelry on his omega her body tinkers at the cage of a large, gilded beast deep within him.

She does not spare Zhongli that mercy.

“He gifted me this earring, as a token of our friendship, although he wasn’t very forthcoming with his feelings, as usual.” She smiles. “It is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Wanderer requested, well, more like, ordered me to keep it on at all times, that silly man.”

Zhongli feels that exact moment of time his fingers jam at, in poor imitation of reigning in a long fled control — and fail — splintering through the arms of his chair.

[verytiredomega]

Genshin Characters as Omegas

Your the traveler who's not from this world and hasn't experienced what alphas, betas and omegas are. But your still an incredibly powerful Alpha with the strongest of scents. The rest of the omega characters are scrambling in their attraction to you. Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli

Diluc

Everyone was surprised when he presented as an omega. Outsiders probably assumed her was an Alpha with how he acts but every Mondstadt citizen knows his real secondary gender.

Untraditional omega. At least for other nations. Mondstadt was pretty progressive as the city of freedom but he still couldn't escape the comments. He was far from the delicate and soft image of an omega. Doesn't care anyways, he has work to do.

Never saw himself settling down or gaining a mate, despite plenty of Alphas and Betas throwing themselves at him. He even got a few Omegas vying for him. Especially Alphas, who annoyed him with their scents and posturing.

Then comes you, an outlander who saves the city and dubbed "Honorary Knight". Your scent was stronger than any Alpha he's met. Absolutely unique and enticing, it surprised him how his discipline was crumbling down and for the first time in a long while, he felt like a young omega in the presence of a potential mate.

It wasn't just your scent. You were scarily strong and powerful enough to wield multiple elements without a vision. Like a true Alpha you were reliable and unrelenting. His favorite thing about you was letting your actions speak for themselves, you barely talked but you had a comforting presence and ready hand to help.

Has a competence kink I swear. You accomplish all of your commissions in record time and still help everyone out, including him. Everyone knows once your on the job there will be no mistakes. Had to restrain himself from scenting you seeing you work at his tavern and it was the best business they had in a while.

His instincts were screaming at him that you were the ideal mate. That he had to get to you now before someone like Kaeya does. But he was still so shy when it comes to courting. He doesn't even know if you think of him as a viable omega.

Is so lost. He was taught proper omega etiquette and courting as a noble but he's never thought to use them and isn't used to acting like an omega. It leads to some fumbling with his gloves, spreading his pheromones out hoping to catch you attention.

Makes him melt when you don't care about his untraditional omega behavior. In fact, as someone not of this world you didn't even care about secondary genders. You just saw people and you saw Diluc as strong and reliable, not caring if it wasn't very omega of him to provide for you, to offer a place in his territory.

It makes him even more sure you were the right mate. Now he just has to get your attention and bat away all the other omegas who were coming out of the woodwork.

Still a beauty of an omega. Despite how much he acts and presents, his hair is soft and fluffy, face still holding omega softness, round doe-eyes, and scent like dark decadent chocolate and grapes. Gulps whenever your close and towers over him, your scent mixing with his makes his head spin.

His future heats will definitely be spent trying and failing not to think of you. He usually has more control but as always, when your involved, it doesn't last long. Its afterwards that he commits to the idea of inviting you for dinner.

Kaeya

This man uses his omega side to his advantage. Gets all the Alphas and Betas to do as he wants with a secret smile. Before they know it, they've already done his work for him.

Knew early on he could just trick people with his flowery scent and a few submissive turns of his neck. Isn't ashamed of doing so. Not his fault people hold biases and have little restraint when it comes to a pretty omega in need.

People who know him well enough know not to underestimate him. He was still Calvary Captain after all. He had their respect by being capable and wasn't afraid to order them around. Just another point for a progressive city of wind.

He was still wonderful with kids and number one grandson to all the elderly people. Not so untraditional compared to certain other omegas. But don't be fooled, he's very much guarded and averse to genuine vulnerability. While he acts like a delicate omega he's never let his guard down.

Until a new brazen alpha waltzed into the city and fought off a dragon in aeriel battle. As soon as you glided down into the plaza he was assaulted by such a strong scent it made him pause in surprise. Ignoring his inner omega purring he was even more suspicious of your arrival.

The whole time he was studying you and your intentions. To back up your dominating pheromones, you were a skilled fighter and possessed powers no one had. He didn't trust your offer to help until time had past, here you were still running around doing errands for people, errands that cocky Alphas would disdain like babysitting and cooking food. As a legendary hero this should be below you but the fame hardly registers for you.

You were a classic heroic Alpha of anyone's dreams but you never think of secondary genders or abuse your scent. He was good at reading people, so he knew you were sincere and he couldn't help but feel something as you looked him in the eye without any care about being an omega. Traditions and cultural expectations weren't a thing for you and he was a lot more appreciative for it. He liked spending time around you from then.

Your obliviousness to secondary genders just makes him act even harder as an omega, trying to get through that attitude of yours. He welcomed a challenge. But some part of him was rather sincere in his attempts, knowing you were the perfect mate. So when you compliment him back he stutters and blushes.

What's worse is that his omega side comes out more often when you do things. Your playing with Klee? Suddenly has baby fever and wants you to take responsibility. Offer him a room in your teapot mansion? If you listen close enough he's purring like an engine, pleased his not Alpha was providing for him.

His heat was tolerable at best before. Now it was a bit unbearable with knowledge of your very helpful nature. His mind goes wild with fantasies of you arriving and taking care of him. He's very touched starved, so a simple touch from you short circuits him. If you ever gift him with anything, he'll guiltily hold it close to him as he waits for his heat to pass.

Childe

Untraditional omega no.2 and no one denies it. He never conforms to his secondary gender. Fighting and getting stronger is the only thing he focuses on. Alphas are too scared to approach him much less Omegas. He doesn't care, their all weak. Why would he need to pay attention to what they think?

If anyone is surprised he was a Harbringer and an omega, they won't say anything out of fear. It didn't take long for him to strike fear in their hearts that whatever comments they make even in private, disappear. Never thinks about his omega sides or needs unless they involve his family, like Teucer.

Speaking of, his family is supportive of his ambitions but they wonder how he'll ever find a mate. Meanwhile Childe has a one hard rule, if they couldn't beat him in a fight, they weren't potential mates!

So that's when you come in. He immediately wanted to fight you once he caught whiff of your scent. He was intrigued after hearing La Signoras reports but meeting you in person made him sure you were cut above the rest. Your scent and presence dominated every Alpha in proximity. Clearly, you were powerful.

Then came your fight in the Golden Chamber. While he made his escape after you defeated his Foul Legacy, he was pleased having found a worthy mate. In his eyes there was no one else suitable. Which is why he was quick to ask for weekly spars, while he worked to beat you his long silenced omega side was purring in your presence.

The way you helped a lost Teucer back to him only made it worse. Being good with kids, especially his siblings, was an immediate green flag for him. He loved your dedication to your family and your power as a fighter. It starts with him butting in your life whenever your were nearby. You've agreed on a truce but you never let your guard down in front of him. Something he took as a challenge.

Expect lots of gifts. From thoughtfully handmade crafts to expensive jewelry. They all have his scent on them. It was an obvious intention of courting but you had no clue for courting rituals and you never imagined a person like him trying to find a mate. He'll treat you to whatever meal you want, pleased you don't care that an omega was providing for you.

Gets a lot of letters from his family about you. They were happy he found a potential mate who didn't care for his 'quirks' and heard plenty of good things from Teucer. If he sees you playing and taking care of his little brother, prepared to almost be pounced on.

His heats are always spent fighting, letting out his arousal and need to produce through violence. It tires him out by the end that he just sleeps through it. Now he dreams of you losing your cool during a sparring match with him and finally pinning him down, taking your prize.

Zhongli

Liyue was one of the nations like Mondstadt who never oppressed their omegas or expected them to be weak. Omegas in positions of power were common sight. All because their own Archon was an omega. Even with Rex Lapis gone, omegas were still considered equals.

Zhongli was another one who appeared like an Alpha, but people would be mistaken to know he was an omega. Despite being old fashioned, he was still wise and strong, ignoring every Alpha and Beta suitor that took interest in him. Either out of ignorance for modern ways of flirtation or disinterest.

His entire life had been dedicated to looking after Liyue, now in his retirement he gets to enjoy a mortal life. That includes dealing with secondary genders. It never occurred to him that he could find a potential mate. After centuries of being around, the thought never seemed possible.

Of course, a traveler comes to prove him wrong. Seeing you enter the restaurant he was hit with a scent stronger than his own. It was different to anything he'd experience, but as an outlander it made sense. He kept his eye on you the whole time. Watching how you moved, how you sat, listening to the rare times you spoke. One could understand a lot of things about a person from their scent and mannerisms.

Spending more time with you preparing for the Right of Parting, he kept finding himself pleased. You kept proving yourself a potential mate. He was very subtle in his flirtations. Adjusting his collar to show more of his neck, taking your lead, and complimenting your scent. Acting more impish the longer he was with you, he simply wanted your time and attention.

Not satisfied with anything less than full courtship, centuries made him want a committed mate. When your alone in his office, he would shed his coat and fiddle with his gloves to show more skin. He wants your attention on him and will be pleased if you stare at his retreating form.

Intercepts Childe whenever he tries to bother you. It was crude how obvious the ginger was in getting your attention. A scented scarf as a gift this early? Scandalous. God forbid Barbatos tries anything. He's not one to engage in omega hissing contests over a mate, but Venti gets on his nerves more than Hu Tao.

His heats are nothing new to him. Spending centuries just isolated and waiting for it to pass. Nowadays he has something of you that comforts him in his nest and thoughts of your making his heat stronger. He feels ashamed for acting so lustful but being part dragon has him more in tune with his instincts.

It won't take long for him to imagine having his belly swollen, little ones running around. Something he never thought he would want was suddenly at the front of his mind. He wouldn't mind you barging in on him during his heats.

He knows he's an attractive omega. You thought you were being discreet eyeing his waist and chest. An ideal body for child bearing. Even if you weren't from this world or used to omegas, some part of you definitely liked his scent and appearance. He won't hesitate to use that.

Note: We need more omega genshin characters content.

[verytiredomega]

an unexpected surprise

tags: smut, omegaverse, afab! reader, omega!reader, alpha!zhongli, consensual somno, pet names, reader is in heat, zhongli is in rut, reader pregnancy in afterword, idk if genuine excitement to start a family counts as breeding kink, I STILL think this is somewhat fluffy if not vanilla

word count: 4k (side note what the fuck)

a/n: is celeste doing a good job of hiding the breeding kink or no

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It’s scarily easy to forget, you concede. It’s too easy to just question why your stomach is killing you all of a sudden. Or why that stack of pillows in the living room is calling out your name like a record player on repeat. Or why letting zhongli go on that work trip last week almost made you want to fall to your knees and beg him to not go.

But once you realise it's your heat breaking, it's almost like your body doubles down. With Zhongli returning from his trip within two days, there’s really no point in telling him. His ever-righteous alpha urges would have him running home in a heartbeat, and you can't have that. 

So you call in sick to work for the next week, and if anyone knows why, they don’t question you, and you resign yourself to a horrible few days by yourself. You wear Zhongli’s clothes in the hopes that enough of his scent is left behind to cool your impulses a little. Still, it’s only so long before silk is the only fabric your clammy skin can bear, and since his silk pyjamas have been freshly laundered, there’s really no point in even trying. 

You reluctantly switch to your own clothes again, a silk night dress you've adored since the day Zhongli bought it for you, and focus on building a nest in the spare room to distract yourself. It works so well, in fact, that you wonder how Zhongli will ever fit between the pillows you've piled up —you subconsciously only made it big enough for yourself. The spare room is good because it's the smallest—in fact, it's so small that calling it a room is almost an exaggeration. It was initially an overzealous store cupboard that you ended up forming an affinity to during your heats, and while it was never a badly kept room, Zhongli couldn’t bear the thought of you using a cupboard when you were most vulnerable, so he had it remodelled. It was worth it to him, even if you were only using it 6 times a year.

This would be the third out of six heats this year, and you congratulate yourself on making it halfway through the year without keeling over and calling it quits. But making it through this one would be tricky. One of the many advantages of married life is not having to go through heat alone, and if Zhongli doesn't return home in time, you might explode.

You try to sleep off the anxiety first, surrounded by cooling silk sheets and everything in the house you can find that smells like your alpha, and it works for the first few hours of the night until a heat cramp rips through you and stirs you awake. Zhongli is many things, but above all, he is a doting alpha, and since he has your permission to help you in any way he sees fit during your heats, he has a very good way of satisfying that part of you before a heat cramp can even manifest itself. But since you haven’t experienced a heat cramp to this extent in what feels like years, you find yourself doubled over and whimpering in pain. The waves of agony even have you forgetting how it was that you managed your heats before you found Zhongli and his cool hands and doting kisses and perfect co—

It doesn’t help to think about him, you realise, as another wave of pain shoots through you. If you can make it downstairs to just grab a hot drink, maybe your symptoms would subside enough for you to just take matters into your own hands like you used to, and then you can decide how you want to proceed. So you wait until the waves of pain are retreating, and you take the opportunity to rush downstairs and rifle through Zhongli's stash of teas. He has labelled them meticulously, so even in your dazed, heat-addled state, you know to not disturb it too much. 

You find one that seems to be labelled appropriately and do the worst job of preparing yourself a cup to drink. You know he'd have an aneurysm if he saw you, but times are tough, and he’s not here to help you. He would probably be even more offended by the way you chug the drink, not even pausing to appreciate the notes and intricacies of the flavour as you trudge back upstairs and hope you find the energy for one orgasm to get you through the night.

It's tricky during this phase. Your body only desires carnal pursuits, but your mind is so riddled with anxiety that it feels wrong when you slide your underwear down past your knees, and your other hand gently brushes your nipple. It feels awkward to slip your fingers between your legs, to pretend that it's him who’s fucking you with his fingers, but it works, so you can’t complain. You tell yourself that you’ll clean up before you fall back asleep, but the hours of no sleep are catching up to you, and you fall asleep as you are.

When you wake up again, it's not from a heat cramp or because you need to use the toilet, it's because your heightened senses can hear the front door opening. You take a minute to listen before you panic—Zhongli isn't supposed to be back for another day or two, but when you realise that it's his steady but hurried footsteps that you hear, the tension leaves your body, and you relax. You don't have the strength to go to him, so you just hope that he finds you here, and he does.

He pushes your door open and glances inside, spotting you curled up in your tiny nest, stressed and anticipating another wave of pain. He feels horrible.

“Oh, my love,” he whispers, walking over to you and taking you in his arms. He carefully nips at your scent glands first and is relieved that from the way you smell, you're in your late preheat, so even though you may have suffered up to this point, it hasn't been the worst your body has to offer. A grateful hum slips from your lips as your eyes close in bliss, and his cool hands against your stomach seem to calm the heat cramp that was building up. “Love, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were coming back anyway,” you reply, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss. “No need to bother you.”

“There was every need to bother me,” he whispers, gently adjusting the pillows around you on the bed and stripping off layer after layer after layer. He starts with his gloved hands, and the sight has you clenching on nothing, but you're just happy to finally have him to yourself despite your frustration. “You’re my wife, my mate, my omega. It is my job to take care of you. First and foremost.”

He reaches under you to pick you up, but you protest, grabbing his forearm. “I don’t want to move.”

Zhongli is hit with this unyielding wave of desire, so much so that he has to swallow his thoughts of you round with his child down before he speaks.

“Little love,” he shoots back, gently stroking your hair. “I have to take the contraceptive. Should I leave you here?”

“Don’t,” You say. You’d agreed that the next time your heat and his rut coincided, you’d be more thsn happy to explore the idea of having a child, but with the painful realisation that it might not sync up as fast as you want it to, you’re not holding out on luck.

“Beloved,” Zhongli shoots back, devastatingly beautiful, as you pull out the ribbon that holds his hair back. The image in his mind from earlier shoots back into his mind as he quickly contemplates whether he can take your words as they are, given the stage of your heat. If you were further along, you might say anything to get him inside of you again, but right now, he doesn’t think that’s the case. He takes your hand and gently kisses the inside of your wrist, a familiar action that makes you smile lightly.

“Don’t take it.” you repeat. “I don’t want you to take it.” You gently tug the ends of his hair to pull him closer to you, suddenly over-aware of the fact that your scent glands are begging for his attention. “Please.”

“I don’t want you to have regrets later,” Zhongli says quietly, and this time, when he leans in to nip at your neck again, something in his scent tickles the back of your throat, rich and almost spicy, and it makes you cough. His eyes shoot up to yours as realisation dawns on the both of you.

Zhonglis ruts are less common then your heats, with him experiencing only four a year compared to you. And if the last time they coincided was 2 cycles ago…

“Hm,” Zhongli mutters as you pull him into your nest. “That seems to explain things.” He had returned home early from this work trip for a multitude of reasons. At first, it was your reaction to him leaving, and then it was the dreams and constant thoughts of you that proved difficult to handle during important funeral proceedings, and then it was the thoughts of how you would look pregnant the moment he realised you were in heat. He should have realised sooner, instead of ignoring it and letting you suffer thus far.

“Sleepy?” he asks you, as you bury your face into his chest. But the most you do in the way of a response is make a soft humming sound, your omegan senses calmed by the knowledge that your alpha is close. He is upset by the fact that you didn't feel you could reach him when you needed him, but he knows now you need him more than you need an ultimatum. But for the next few hours, it seems like it’s just a waiting game. He is grateful his rut hasn't set in fully, or else the way you nuzzle into his chest might have driven him half crazy.

He gently strokes your hair, unable to tear his eyes from you for a single second—not only because you're the epitome of beauty to him but also because he has been away, and he wants to take stock of everything. You once joked that he’d probably notice if a strand of hair on your head went missing, and although he’d laughed it off, he wouldn't be surprised if he could.

Your scent slowly begins to shift to something more sweet as you claw at your husband. You're not awake yet, and you won't be for a while, but you’d given Zhongli explicit permission to do whatever he needed to keep you happy during your heats, and he is always eager to please.

Even still, Zhongli takes his cues from you—if you’re grabbing at his face, he’ll kiss you for as long as you want him to, until you escalate things in your heat-addled slumber. And you do, breathy moans punctuating the kiss until you can take no more, and you're grabbing at his hips.

“What do you want?” Zhongli whispers, as he gently rolls you over onto your back. He’s been ignoring his almost painful hardness in favour of doting on you but refuses to forgo his manners the moment sex is on the table.

You whine at him, clawing at him some more, and he chuckles, gently pulling your nightgown up to your waist. He clicks his tongue at the sight of you, practically dripping for him, your underwear nowhere to be found, and as much as he wants to dip his tongue into you, he knows it's cruel to play with you in such ways.

“I know, love. I know.” He whispers to you as he gently enters you. You’re so wet that there's almost no resistance, and the breathy moan that slips out of you is almost too much for him to bear. His mind is almost immediately flooding with thoughts of fucking you into the mattress until you’re both so tired that it will take days to recover, but he would never do anything like that unless you were awake. He may have your permission, but he has his own morals.

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispers as you pull him closer, your head thrown back in silent bliss. Your response is in the way you clench around him, the slight whine in your quiet moans, and the way you dig your nails into his back. Gods, he loves it when you do that. And although it drives him near crazy, he keeps a steady pace until he feels his knot growing. He nips at your scent glands again, using the opportunity to whisper in your ear—filthy words that have you orgasming almost involuntarily, and the way you clench on him as his knot settles into place triggers his. 

He pulls you to the side so the both of you can lie down comfortably, and he is convinced that the satisfied look on your face as his knot keeps all of his cum safe inside you is enough to keep it there for another half hour. 

His estimations turn out to be correct, and by the time you begin to stir, his knot is still going strong. He talks to you as you wake, gently reminding you to not move too suddenly. You’re dazed but, more than anything, grateful for him as you pull him tighter.

“Thank you,” is the first thing you say when you wake up, gently planting a kiss on his cheek. The action, albeit mostly innocent, makes his cock twitch inside you, and you've regained enough of your sanity to laugh. “Rut?”

“It seems so.”

“Did you…?” your question trails off as if the process of asking is too tiresome for you. If he had, you would understand, but your anxiety is understandable. If he had taken it, it would mean you would both have to wait again, and Zhongli would be lying if he said that the idea of being a father would be unfavourable to him.

“As per our agreement, I did not.” 

The smile you give him is so… perfect that Zhongli has to look away before his knot returns with a vengeance, and he opts for pulling you into a hug, the cold silk of your dress against his chest. He wants to bathe you before the next round of cramps set in, otherwise, you will be clammy and irritable, and he learned very quickly that you cannot bear any discomfort that he cannot fix by fucking you during your heats.

He wants to run a hand over your belly, but decides against it, for fear of jinxing things, instead settling on pressing multiple kisses to your head. 

“How do you feel?” he asks you. He’s not entirely sure how far into your preheat you were before he returned home and he’s worried that he hasn’t been able to help all of the symptoms as a result.

“Warm,” you whisper. “How come I’m still wearing this?”

“As you remind me every cycle, doing anything but what an omega in heat explicitly asks of you is essentially torture. You didn't ask me to take it off, so I didn’t.”

You pout at him, and he laughs gently at you. His knot has deflated, so he slowly sits up and pulls you into his arms. “Will you fight me if I offer to bathe you?”

You shake your head no, lifting your arms above your head as he carefully drags your nightdress off. He decides to save himself the hassle of trying to get it completely clean and just get you a new one.

The minute your skin is exposed to the cold air, you wrap your arms around your chest, and Zhongli takes personal offence to that, kissing your arms until you move them, and then kissing your breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease your nipples. From the way your nails dig into him, he realises that's just about as far as you’ll let him go with the teasing, so he picks you up and takes you to the bath. It’s easy when you’re as pliant as you are now—any attempt you make to push back is easily combatted with words of praise and a gentle kiss to your head, and before you know it, you’re clean and dry and pressed up against your lover’s cool skin.

“Are you still certain about this?” Zhongli strokes your hair again, gently scratching your scalp in a way that sends satisfying shivers down your spine. “I can still take the contraceptive if you want.” 

“No. I want this with you,” you reiterate, pulling him into another kiss. You expect him to kiss you back softly, the way he usually does, but the fact he’s in rut has slipped your mind, and the way he captures your lips in a fiery kiss has a wave of need rushing through you. You gasp at the way his teeth graze your neck, the way his hands rest against your skin, still so gentle despite the fact you know he wants to be anything but.

A heat cramp comes over you so suddenly that Zhongli barely has the chance to register the change in your scent, but he’s quick to respond to your whimper. It’s cheeky of him, he knows, but he gently slides a hand up your thigh and lets it play with your clit for little more than a few seconds. Judging by how drenched you are, if he’d allowed himself to play for any longer, you might have taken matters into your own hands.

Zhongli whispers your name, although it comes out as more of a growl than a whisper, and you know he’s asking for your permission to take you the way he wants to—the way he craves. And even though he knows you’ll be fine, in fact, when you’re in heat you’re most compatible for a mate in rut, he feels the need to check. So when you reach for him and bite on his neck as hard as you physically can, he takes that as an okay.

It takes every single piece of patience he has to gently place your legs over his shoulder, and slowly sink himself into you. It takes even more for him to maintain a slow pace when you’re looking up at him like that, even more so when you moan his name in the breathy way he loves so dear.

“Safe word?” he asks through gritted teeth, and only when you repeat it back to him does he let himself relax a little. He slides a pillow under your hips, before whispering: “Brace yourself, love.” And even though he warns you, you’re still shocked by how hard his next thrust is—if you hadn't been in heat, it probably would have been enough to send you over the edge. His hands grip your waist so hard that in the back of your mind, you're convinced that it’s going to bruise, but the rest of your thoughts are blank, a dull hum in your head where words are supposed to be.

“Are you still alright?” he asks, as he moves his hands from your waist to your wrists.

“More. please, more,” you reply, and he obliges, quietly pleased with the way your pleas shift from words to loud moans and desperate whimpers.

“You want me to breed you, don’t you?” his voice is impossibly steady, his eyes trained on you in a way that stops you from looking elsewhere, even after he thrusts into you so hard that you want to throw your head back. Your whispered please is so faint that he almost doesn't hear it, but he does feel you clench desperately around him, and he's almost disappointed that he’s knotting you so soon.

The way you look at him is unfair. The way you scream his name as you orgasm is unfair, the way you close your eyes in bliss as he cums inside you is so. Fucking. Unfair. How is he ever supposed to win against you? You could ask him for the world, and he would create it for you.

“Is it safe to assume you’re satisfied now?” he asks you when you’re once again capable of speech.

“For now,” you respond. And even though you know it's bad to keep things from him, you don’t tell your husband that you don’t feel another heat cramp for the rest of the week.

~~~

“It has been less than a second since I stepped over the threshold of this house and you are already jumping on me.” Zhongli laughs as you barrel into his arms. He notes you smell different, but he can’t pick up what he is. As he picks you up, he thinks that you're slightly heavier than usual, but that could just be his muscles being fatigued from moving packed boxes of paperwork all day.

“You’re home early,” you smile, looking down at him. He manages to get his shoes off and walk you over to the living room, where you curl up next to him on the sofa. You have been increasingly affectionate as of the last few months and increasingly horny too, but you have those phases every so often, so Zhongli does not question it. They rarely last this long though.

He very quickly realises you’re wearing the replacement of the silk nightgown he got rid of during your last heat. He made sure it was a one-to-one replacement, but it fits differently on you now. Not a bad difference, it’s a perfect difference, he concludes.

“I missed you, my love.” he kisses you softly. “More than should be humanely possible.”

Your husband's brain has been replaced with a rock, you decide. 

“I think we need to look at remodelling the fourth room,” you smile, gently pushing zhongli to get him to sit with his back against the arm rest of the sofa.

“The room that conjoins ours?” zhongli replies. “Why would we need to do that?”

You sit between his legs, your back against his chest, your head tilted lightly to the side so he can kiss your neck the way he always does. But this time, he hovers before he kisses you, and you use his sudden pause to take his hands and place them on your belly.

You feel his breathing pause for a second, and the silence that descends between you is warm and comfortable as realisation dawns on him.

“You’re…” Your husband is speechless for the first time ever. He sits up slowly, his eyes trained on you.

“I am,” you reply, turning around to look at him. You're shocked when you realise that he’s crying. “Oh, darling, don’t cry. You’ll set me off.” you cradle his face in his hands, gently wiping his tears away with your thumbs. He smiles at you, eyes shining with unshed tears and eternal love.

Zhongli doesn't reply; he just kisses you softly and pulls you into a hug. “I suppose I should add ‘mother of our child’ to my list of names for you,” he says quietly, pressing kisses into your hair, your cheeks, and your neck as you giggle at him. "I am certain you’ll be a great mother, deserving of every praise.”

You smile. “And you’ll be a great father.” you reply. “The best father our child could ever ask for.”

© 2023, thesparklingwriter. please do not copy, edit, repost, or translate.

notes: i have plenty of things to blame this on but I wont even start. can smut be fluffy...? is that a thing? is this enough to make u guys forgive my absence ?

[verytiredomega]

while in captivity, floyd encounters a human and unintentionally pair-bonds with you during a moment of biological vulnerability.

(cw: gender neutral reader, nsfw, omegaverse/abo, heats, captivity)

The marine lab has recently acquired a unique specimen—unique in that he is half-human and half-fish, hailing from deep, dark, indescribable depths. An eel merman, to be exact. You’ve only ever glimpsed merfolk in outdated textbooks and fairytales, the latter of which depicted them as whimsical beings capable of feats beyond scientific understanding. Magic. Although in the realm of biology, such folly is never entertained and so what the world calls ‘magic’ other fields built upon the foundations of research refer to it as a ‘miracle’. In your eyes those words are interchangeable, but then the idea of a miracle is far easier to digest than the concept of magic.

Merfolk have always been elusive, covert creatures, hence why there is hardly any conclusive data on them. In fact, they’re so secretive that they were believed to be mostly extinct—a figment of dreams and hallucinations. Most of what humans know stems from the tattered notes of long-gone sailors, their presences nearly lost to time itself, and for a while all anyone ever knew were four key details:

They are spread throughout the sea, living out their lives in frigid fathoms. 

They are hypnotic and deceptive. 

They are predatory. 

They rarely interact with humankind unless absolutely necessary (e.g. to hunt or observe).

But with plenty of promising technological advances, some of the theories and myths surrounding merfolk have been bolstered or disproved, respectively. Merfolk are just as diverse as the rest of the animal kingdom. Some live in solitude. Others thrive in groups. Some make their home out of caves and grottos. Some dwell within the labyrinths of volcanic rock formations. It is every marine biologist’s dream to come face to face with one of these mysterious creatures, if only for just a few minutes to glean more information.

That dream is made reality today.

The eel mer was discovered off the coast of a tiny island, entangled in fishing lines and plastic litter. His large, winding body, snake-like in its sleek build, was littered with scars and scrapes. There was a hook lodged up in the folds of his gills. Despite his thrashing, his tail swishing wildly in the sand and nearly knocking down three researchers like they were bowling pins, he was wheezing and gasping, drained of energy and air. When the first bucket of seawater came down upon his dry gills, he settled briefly, wide, crazed, mismatched eyes flicking from face to face. Likely assessing the situation or counting the amount of bodies, the report claimed.

He fell still after that, and it took two teams of ten people to load him onto the lift so he could be flown to the lab.

After he spent a week in recovery, where he healed surprisingly fast, he was transferred to a much larger and wider tank, its depths far deeper than the average swimming pool. He doesn’t swim to the surface much, and he only ever pokes his head out at night, scanning his surroundings with intelligent, keen eyes. And then he turns and disappears below. It’s a pattern he’s stuck to for weeks now. No one really understands it, and they haven’t had the opportunity to try. He’s uncooperative and unpredictable. It’s much too dangerous to send a diver down there.

So they transfer you to his enclosure, assuming you might have more luck. You’re not sure and you can’t make any promises of potential success, as you’ve only ever interacted with marine mammals. A merman is…different. Not only because he’s half-man and, by that same logic, likely possesses a human brain that is capable of a higher level of thought, albeit one that is wired to suit his mer biology, but because he’s bigger. A lot bigger.

He could kill you.

You saw the documentation. The serrated teeth, the powerful claws, the dangerous jaw, the bulky, muscular build that cuts through water like a bullet. He is a predator in every sense of the word, and you’re supposed to look after him. Coax him to the surface. Get him to trust humans. Interact with him just inches from the edge of his tank and hope that he doesn’t get hungry or violent.

He might kill you.

But there are safety measures put in place for these things. Ethics to be followed and whatnot. It’s a slippery slope because he’s part human and therefore could possibly have the same level of intelligence humans have, in which case it would be wrong to trap him here. There may be ways to skirt around it with other animals, but he’s not like other animals.

For now, he’s kept here under the pretense of recovery and scientific study. The lab treats him like the big fish he is, going so far as to buy a shark suit in your size and instruct you to wear it even though you’re not going to get in the water. “It should prevent him from biting through,” they had said, “but it won’t lessen the force of his bite.”

“What good will that do? I can’t fight him off.” Though you knew it had nothing to do with anything, you added, “I’m an omega. Merfolk might not have the same sub-genders as we do up on the surface—or maybe they do; I don’t know—but if he were human he’d definitely classify as an alpha. Put that into perspective. I can’t. Fight. Him. Off. It’s biologically impossible.”

“So you poke his eyes. Dig your fingers into his gills. He should let go of you then.”

“That’ll hurt him,” you protested, clutching the suit to your chest.

“Not as much as he’ll hurt you.”

You suppose it’s a clinical priority. Survival of the fittest, but it’s the human who has to live. The lab could afford to lose you, but they don't want to. And if they did, they might put the mer down. Shoot him up with enough tranquilizers to keep him comatose. Maybe it only bothered you because, yet again, he’s half-human and no one on the team knows the extent to which he thinks and functions.

To simplify it, they consider him a shark. But like any creature, sharks learn and adapt as they go. Death is instinct.

He will kill you.

But you don’t want to think like that, which is why you put on your best smile and trudge into the enclosure he’s being kept in. The tank looms before you, seawater clear and beamed through with streaks of light from the harsh, glaring LEDs above. The deeper the water gets, the darker the shadows. You press your palm against the glass, observing the murky darkness with a frown. Somewhere in this tank, at a depth you can’t even imagine, is an eel merman. A big, strong, powerful, scary eel merman.

You swallow a steadying breath, curl your fingers into fists, and climb the spiral staircase to get to the attached platform. Your reflection follows you with each step, countenance set in grim confliction. Once you reach the top, you peer out at the surface of the pool, listening to the droning hum of water filters and other hidden machinery. There’s a very shallow part of the tank, a dip in the design that allows for the mer to lounge if he so pleases. You’re reminded of the dolphins in live shows, who slide up onto their stomachs to face an awestruck audience. You doubt that’s what he’ll use this ledge for. If anything, it could allow a researcher to kneel in the shallows while they interact with him at an intimate propinquity.

You don’t plan on being that researcher.

Instead, you pace a healthy distance away from the edge, holding a bucket of his breakfast in one hand and a notebook in the other.

“Um!” You cringe at your voice as it reverberates around you in a nervous echo. Cautiously, you inch towards the water. “I have your food!”

You wait three seconds, expecting him to come bursting up from the darkness like the shark everyone wants to delude themselves into thinking he is. The water remains still and unbroken. You wonder if your voice can even reach such a depth. If not the sound, the vibrations might. Or maybe he’s resting. It’s still relatively early in the morning. Perhaps his sleep schedule is thrown off. Yours would be if you were taken from your home and dumped in a manufactured version of your habitat.

You lurch forwards with the bucket and watch as a collection of shrimp, crab, and small fish soar through the air in a sloppy arc before landing and sinking into the waiting depths below. Nothing happens. The tension in your body ebbs away, and when it becomes clear that he isn’t coming up to greet you and feast on your offering you relax completely, collapsing against the wall with a great sigh.

If they really want to study him, they should just watch him on the security feed, you think, peering up at the camera in one corner of the room, its red eye fixated on you and the surrounding enclosure. He’s not going to come up during the day. Not when there are humans walking around.

Still, you wait your shift out, scribbling nonsense in your notebook and occasionally glancing up to gauge the state of the water.

The mer doesn’t show, so you resolve to try again.

Try you do, and try you have. 

It’s been one week of perfunctory routine, arriving and feeding him at the same time in hopes that he might understand what you’re doing and come up to investigate. Or, at the very least, recognize you’re a recurring figure in his chapter of captivity. You don’t intend on befriending him. You only wish to fulfill your duties as a researcher, however skewed they may have become. Even though you know you ought to be grateful the mer hasn’t caused any problems, you want something to happen. Anything! At this rate, you’d sooner tire yourself out playing with rowdy sea lions than sit around in silence while waiting for an appearance from him.

It’s a quiet Tuesday afternoon when the first beat of unrest hits.

The mer’s enclosure is kept at a comfortable temperature for humans; it’s the water that’s freezing below the surface. So when you step up onto the platform and peer into the chum-infested deep, the empty bucket now set aside, you feel warmer than usual. Odd, considering the room is normally so chilly. Not extremely so, but chilly enough to give way to a pleasant cold.

Tugging at the collar of your shark suit, you cover the distance to stand under a large fan situated just near the dip in the pool. Cool air kisses your heated skin, providing you with much-needed relief, and you peer up at the propellers that spin in endless circles. Around and around and around. Your eyes follow the motions until you dizzy yourself, and you step back on wobbly legs. Your foot misses the metal platform and instead slips into the ledge built in the tank. With a startled yelp you fall backwards, landing in the shallows on your rear.

“Of course,” you mumble, bitter with embarrassment. “Leave it to me to fall right into the predator’s tank.”

You scoot further up onto the ledge, staring at the water below. It’s quite calm here, where the shallows lap languidly at your waist. If you were delusional, you might think this was a jacuzzi pool that you could dip your toes in. It’s not. Of course it isn’t. Not when there’s a beast lurking just below. But while you’re here, you run your hands through the saltwater while your own body temperature rises as if it’s a hungry flame in a stone hearth.

You place your hands on either side of the ledge, intending to push yourself up and onto the platform, when something tightens inside of you. Your heart stumbles in your chest and you lose the strength in your arms at once. With a noisy splash, you flop back into the shallows, your compromised body rigid and shaky with a tingling, all-encompassing warmth. Horrified, you raise two fingers to your pulse to feel it stutter wildly beneath your skin.

Swallowing thickly, you lower your head onto your arms and wait for the feeling to pass. The seconds slip by and in that short amount of time your state seems to worsen. Your temperature is volcanic, your every sense restless, and you’re sweating through the shark suit as if you’ve just run a marathon and more.

“Not now,” you hiss, slapping your hands upon your face. “Please not now. Anything but now…”

You intend to haul yourself up and out for good this time, desperate to get as far from the pool before your brain is completely overrun by your encroaching heat and robust omega instincts, when fingers brush against your leg. Something chitters behind you, a low, slow sort of sound that is shot through with curiosity. You turn as if you’re frozen in ice, your heart in your throat and senses on high alert.

The eel mer is right there, clutching your ankle in a firm grip. Not to hurt you, but to keep you there. And you’re not at all in a hurry to leave. Not when those claws are so close to your calf, capable of shredding through to your very bones. Even with the shark suit, you worry. He stares at you with narrowed eyes, his head angled in a cute, childish way. He appears confused and rightfully so, considering you’re a creature he’s likely never interacted with so closely before. You mirror his befuddlement, your brows furrowed, lips creased in a thin line.

For a long while, the two of you watch each other. If you look past his predatory design, he’s quite pretty with his smoky teal coloration and dark stripes. Your gaze pans over to the water, where a long, powerful tail disappears below. The paranoid side of you says he’s going to drown you, but then he doesn’t seem outwardly malicious in his intentions.

“Um…”

He flinches at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up to your throat and then your lips. Your attempt to pull your captive leg back is thwarted when he lurches, rising out of the water to grab hold of your foot. You gasp and shake your head at him, your senses sharp and dull all at once. Your heat-addled mind just barely parses the threat of danger, looming and ever-present.

“Please,” you beg, your tone sticky and breathless. “Don’t…”

The mer tilts his head the other way. The fins where his ears might be if he were human shiver, as if listening to the desperation in your syllables. He chirrups, lips widening in a sharp-toothed smile, and then he’s dragging you towards him. Panic seizes your nerves and you dig your palms into the smooth basin in an effort to get away. His expression falls when he notices your struggle and he lifts himself onto the ledge with you, draping himself over your legs like an oversized rug.

“Wait… H-Hold on; get off!” You grunt and weakly prod at his chest. He doesn’t budge. “You… You’re heavy!”

His webbed hand closes around your waist, steadying you in the shallows, while his other arm cages you beneath him. Instinctively, you arch into his touch, your breath coming in tiny, frenzied huffs. He clicks at you, and words that you can only assume are meant to be gentle and soothing are produced in a sweet melody. It relaxes you more than you’d like to admit, a lyrical balm to your terror.

You squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for the worst. For the searing pain and the stinging agony. For the blood that will color the water a dark, foreboding red. For the sight of him merrily tearing into your jugular, his maw spattered with crimson. But none of that ever comes. He cradles your face next, his thumb running along your cheekbone, and slowly you peel your eyes open. His face is inches from yours, looking on with an intensity that’s almost primal.

Warily, you lift your arm out of the water and touch his hand. It’s much bigger in contrast to yours, but he’s handling you with such immaculate tenderness.

“You’re not going to hurt me…” you mutter, amazed. “You’re just curious.”

As if responding, he chitters. You nod even though you have no idea what he said. He doesn’t smell like an alpha or an omega or a beta. You’re not even sure if he’s capable of releasing pheromones, but if he were you’re certain it would have driven you much crazier than you already feel.

You hold his stare and reach up to pat his cheek, and he leans into your careful touch. Your hand soon trails down to trace his lateral lines, which earns you a pleased hum. You watch in awe as the gills on either side of his body flutter.

Led on by your own wonder, you follow the pattern to his waist and press your thumbs into his hip bones beneath smooth, slippery skin. “How fascinating… I wonder if it’s possible to take an X-ray. Would you allow—oh!”

Clumsily, he lifts you into his arms to embrace you, rolling his hips against the chainmail shark suit. Your breath hitches, and you fumble to grasp his broad shoulders.

“Ah, w-wait. I’m not… You can’t…”

He clicks thrice and lowers you into the shallows, his face scrunched in annoyance. You think he might’ve understood you, but then he’s palming between your legs and it occurs to you that he wants the suit off. Carnal delight shivers through you at the prospect of being wanted to such a degree, and though you know it’s the heat muddling your sensibility you can’t help indulging him just a little. You undo the zip at the back and slide it from your body, revealing your shoulders and bare arms for his wandering, mismatched hues. He leans in to nose at your scent glands, chattering happily as he inhales. You can’t understand a word, but he sounds pleased—even more so when he runs his hands along your arms, squeezing and petting in equal measure.

His tongue laves across your neck, and what fragile restraint you have left snaps. You cling to him like he’s your anchor, meeting his searching hips halfway with every awkward thrust that doesn’t quite connect as it should. You chew your lip, tamping down a torrent of filthy moans. Your mind is clouded with lust and instinct, and you dig your fingers into his hair, holding him against your neck while he continues to lick and nip.

It feels right up until the haze parts momentarily, allowing temporary sobriety when you spy the tip of something poking free of its encasing. Dazed and inquisitive, you reach between your bodies to prod at his slit, hoping to coax more of his prehensile cock from out of its folds. But then the door below opens and the mer lifts himself from off of you, his head turning in the direction of the sound at an alarming speed. You blink up at him, lazily following his line of sight. His lip curls up in a silent snarl, the beginnings of razored teeth peeking out, and then he slithers back into the water, his hands lingering on your ankles.

Despite the dizziness you sit up, your arm outstretched. “Wait, don’t go!”

I didn’t get to cum yet. You didn’t even claim me either…

He peers at you, neutral for all of a minute before swimming over to you. He presses his face into your palm, chittering softly. There are footsteps on the stairs, and he grits his teeth, withdrawing completely before turning and diving under in a spray of seawater.

You fall back into the shallows, panting like a starved, feral monster. A researcher comes to your aid, her expression equal parts shocked and disturbed. You don’t catch her questions, each one tacked onto what feels like a ceaseless rant, while she helps you to your feet. Something about danger. About heats. About omega biology. About how the researchers watched the both of you on the cameras, swelling with queries of their own.

“I’m not sure,” you mumble as you’re helped down the stairs, stumbling in a heat-drunken stupor. Thankfully, your fellow researcher is an omega like you and that relaxes the hypersensitive part of you—the part that fears being taken advantage of when you’re vulnerable like this. But the needier, greedier part of you wants the mer—wants his hands and mouth all over you, ripping you free from your suit and indulging in the bare skin beneath. “I think he...wanted to help…”

No one can explain his behavior. But it seems promising.

While you’re led from the room, the eel mer stalks you from the gloomy confines of his tank.

In the days following your heat, you return to the marine lab with your head on your shoulders and are immediately barraged with requests. Amongst all of them, one common demand stands out: You have to get him up to the surface again. Part of you doesn’t want to face the mer again. When you truly mulled over that day, tossed the memory of it around in your mind like it was a tennis ball, you were hit with shame.

It’s not…normal. Researchers do not tangle themselves in sexual situations with their subjects, especially when said subject was an eel mer from the Coral Sea. It’s unheard of. Luckily, the team of researchers you work with swears to secrecy. You were out of it and your judgment wasn’t in the best state. That’s the excuse they’re using. It works enough to push the humiliation from your thoughts.

You wonder if you should feel disgusted by the events. Rather, you didn’t mind it. For all of his rough, scarred, monstrous edges, he was gentle.

You press your fingers to your scent glands, recalling the feel of his tongue.

Today you’ve donned your usual work attire, foregoing the shark suit and any other protective gear the lab expects you to wear. Something tells you you won’t need it anymore. Not after everything that happened the day you went into heat.

Feeling rejuvenated and refreshed after your mini break, you trudge up the staircase with a food bucket, determined to finally fill your notebook with data. You’ve only made it up four steps when color flashes in your peripheral. You turn and find the mer is at your eye level, following you up the spiral staircase adjacent to his tank.

You pause and wave experimentally. He watches your hand move to and fro and then he mirrors your actions. He swims the rest of the distance to the surface, breaching it just as you make it onto the platform.

“Good morning, Mister,” you greet, bending down to empty the contents of the bucket into the water.

Disinterested, he watches bits of shrimp sink deeper. And then he looks back to you, his mouth opening and shutting. “Fu… Fu…” he forces out, his face scrunched in concentration.

“Fu…? Food?” 

He nods and then shakes his head, hissing at himself in what you think might be admonishment. 

“Fu…ro…”

“Furo?” You set the bucket aside and scoot closer to the edge. “What’s that?”

He tries once more before the syllables fizzle out on his tongue and, with a few frustrated clicks, he swipes a fish from the surface and stuffs it in his mouth. You giggle, and the sound has him tilting his head. Without a shred of apprehension, he meets you at the ledge. You watch him munch on the fish between his lips, content to observe in silence. He polishes it off rather quickly before procuring a handful, which he dumps onto the ground beside you. You shake your head at him, smiling weakly.

“Thanks, but no. It’s all yours.”

The mer shrugs and indulges without you.

“I should thank you for not hurting me back then,” you add. He pays close attention to your lips; you think he might be attempting to read them while listening. “Um… But don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not sure if merfolk are like humans, but we have this system… Or not a system… It’s more like…groupings? Secondary classifications?” You frown. How can you explain the complexities of sub-genders to a mer who doesn’t even speak your language? “Basically, I was in trouble and you helped me out. Kind of. In any case, thank you.”

He stares at you for a while, chewing and swallowing. You think he might swim back under once he’s finished, but instead he places his hands on the ledge and hoists himself up on his arms. He’s in your face next, all eager smiles and chitters.

“Fu… Furo. Furo…ido. Furoido,” he sounds out.

You read his lips in the best way you can before it finally clicks. “Ah! Floyd, right? Is that…your name?”

Floyd points to himself, makes a few upbeat clicks, and then nods. He’s pointing at you next.

“And me? Oh, my name is (Name).” You take your time sounding it out for him, and he repeats it with an awkward tongue. You smile and nod encouragingly. “That’s it. That’s me.”

He flops back into the water with a celebratory trill, a wild smile tugging at his lips. You watch him swim laps from you to the opposite end of the pool and back. Ditching the shark suit was the right call. You’re no longer uncertain. This time, you know for a fact that you’re going to be getting along very well with him.

And you look forward to fostering this flowering friendship.

[verytiredomega]

Yandere!Alpha!Chr x Kurta!Omega!Reader

This is my usual abo Au where omegas are extremely rare, only about 1000 exist at any given time.

Reader is a member of the Kurta clan and Kurapika’s twin. On the Debut episode, Kurapika is 17, I’m changing that to match the audience’s age, so fill in as needed! No minors! This means reader and Kurapika are 18+ in this story. As the reader is a member of the Kurta clan, they will have brown eyes that turn red when upset, as all members of the Kurta clan have brown to red eyes. I am making the reader have female pronouns and genitals, so if a male reader is requested, I’m happy to change it to male as well. Luckily, male omegas bear pups too, so no worry there.

Warnings; 18+ content, ABO AU, nsfw, mention of massacre, survivor’s guilt, omega reader, yandere themes, yandere behavior, yandere relationship, threats, murder, contact lenses, non-con, dub-con, heats, scent blockers, heat suppressors, apex alpha (chrollo), detailed story, nesting, scenting, clothing kink, biting kink, stalking, drugging, scent kink, breeding kink, objectification,

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[verytiredomega]

What do you think about the tweels in omegaverse? Tbh the more I think about it the more they could really go either way

Jade and floyd omegaverse : general info

Tw// omegaverse and evrything that comes with it

Hmmm for me its the oposite, the more i look at it the more its very obvious they're alphas

Jade :

Jade is an alpha and you can really tell, hes very calm and polite at first but the more you dig the more its obvious hes just like his brother, jade isn't domineering but hes Absolutely in control and hes quite good at being in control, in the sea theres alot of alphas and because of that jade is pretty close to the avrage alpha in terms of behavior but at the very least you do now have a protector

Jades scent smells like the ocean and rain, he smells earthy, its a srong nice scent. Despite being subtle smells it cuts through almost any others. Its strong but when hes angry the burnt smell is almost lingering and not as intense

Non explicit nsfw//

Jade being a merman makes his ruts more complicated, alot like most merfolk its alot longer and the peak of it is more intense, it lasts about a month and the last two weaks hes gone home or is locked in the a pool room. Merfolk who are on land have the eurge to get to watter during ruts and heats, jade is mostly in watter during this month. Its also one of the few times hes away from floyd because He gets more snapy and anoyed with eachother and have to be separated Especially twords the end of the month because eels are incrediblely territorial.

Rip anyone jade is with during this month

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possesive possesive possesive possesive jade is incrediblely possesive. hes going to gice you something of his or a morning kiss,,,yes its cute but its mostly because he dosnt want anyone to even look at you 💀 hes also very happy and willing to scent blankets or anything for you

Floyd :

💀 yall saw this comeing honestly look at him, floyd is about as alpha as alphas can get- there arent many other alphas hes gets along with besides his brother and azul, and he dosnt try to hide the fact hes territorial and possesive as all fuck.

Floyds scent is plesent, the cool undertone of the sea hidden by a smell i can only describe as jollyranchers green apple/sour watermelon. Its sweet but also very sour like candies and it smells like many things at once, its chaotic but plesent . But oh god when hes in his bad moods,,,the burnt smell is incrediblely intense but it dosnt linger like jades dose. Its there and when its gone its gone without a trace.

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Rip your spine lmfao

Floyd and jades ruts are synced witch is why its important to separate them so they dont fight, but floyds normal antics are amped up by 10x his mood is much more swingy and its alot easier to put him in a bad mood, like jade and other merfolk it isnt bery bad until the last part witch is it peak, so the last two weaks are really where it hits.

But floyd will spend this hole month locked in a pool room, he wants to be in the watter and Nobody else should get near it because like said before, eels are extremely territorial. the only one aloud in is his s/o but rip your back if he drags you in.

Rip that shrimpy eyyyyyy

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Floyd is as possesive as jade but isn't at all subtle like jade is. He can and will make shure you smell like him every time you cross paths. He migjt even litter your fingers with little bite marks too because no one but him makes moves on his shrimpy

You dont even have to ask, all of your blankets ,pillows, clothes, ect are getting scented . But if you do ask hes going to be incrediblely happy, quickest way to pull him out of a bad mood.

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Fait Accompli - Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x Reader

Warnings: explicit smut, dub/noncon, possessive behavior, and omegaverse-related terms

Word Count: 5,467

This is a sequel to Raison D’etre.

I’m sorry to all of those who wanted more Sylvain from this AU, I am a Dimitri fucker to my very core. Also, this one really isn’t as smutty.

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Dimitri knew from the second he left you sleeping in his bed that attempting to get some work done was a lost cause. It wasn’t until one of the advisors looked at him with a worried frown and said, “You should get some rest, Your Majesty. We can handle this. If you don’t mind me saying, you seem… out of sorts,” that Dimitri fully realized he was more of a hindrance than a help. Besides, his feet were all too eager to take him down the hall and up the stairs, following an invisible lure through the palace. Still, he forced himself to remain in control of himself. No matter how fast he went, how eager he was, there was a chance you wouldn’t be there when he returned.  

Did he even want you to be? If you were, he’d have to think of something to say, some way to explain or apologize for his behavior. But what would that sound like? Dimitri was always clumsy with people, and he knew better than anyone else that his behavior had crossed a line. Half of him wanted to blame it on Sylvain, but Dimitri knew that was just an excuse. If Sylvain hadn’t shown up, he would have taken you right there on his desk in the dark study. Goddess, Dimitri almost felt grateful for Sylvain’s arrival, not that he’d ever say that aloud.

It was beyond cowardly to hope for, but maybe it would be better if you were gone. Dimitri could think of a better way to approach you when you were no longer in heat, come to you on neutral ground with words that would fix the situation.

“My apologies, Your Majesty,” the youthful guard posted outside of Dimitri’s room told him upon his approach. “He just walked right past me, I told him you weren’t in, but he said you were expecting him, so I-”

Dimitri sighed, holding up a hand to cut off the man’s apologies. He didn’t even need to ask to know who the guard was talking about, Dimitri could smell Sylvain. Not even the sweetest omega could cover the scent of an alpha. 

“It’s fine, I doubt you could have stopped him.” Dimitri paused. “Did anybody leave while I was gone?”

“No.”

“In that case, you’re dismissed for now,” Dimitri said, resisting the urge to burst into his room. Stay calm. He needed to stay calm. Besides, he didn’t want an audience for whatever was about to happen.

“Of course, Your Majesty,” the guard said with a bow. “If that’s all…”

“It is.”

“Excuse me, then.” He bowed again before leaving. Dimitri sighed, closing his eye in an attempt to brace himself. It did nothing. He opened the door anyway.

“Ah, Dimitri, just in time,” Sylvain greeted him. “I ordered breakfast.”

“Sylvain,” Dimitri responded, trying to not sound pained. “What a… pleasant surprise.”

Sylvain was sitting on the bed. Not too close to you, not enough for Dimitri to believe the worst, but enough to make him very relieved he arrived when he did. You looked a little relieved as well, Dimitri thought. Or hoped.

You looked a wreck with all that messy hair, makeup smeared around your red eyes, and flushed cheeks. The sheet around your shoulders distorted the shape of your body and hid your skin from sight. You were still beautiful in a strangely domestic, simple way. Dimitri wondered what it would be like to wake up to such a sight every morning.

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Wine is exactly like omegaverse fanfiction

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you’re not gonna believe the gas station i drove by today

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Thinking about Alpha Bakugou who melts for his Omega again. But less because they’re so cute and innocent and more because the first he saw them they were stomping the fuck out of an Alpha who tried to touch them without permission.

A strong Omega means he’ll have strong pups with them so he was smitten well before hello.

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i just remembered that time i saw somewhere on social media where someone described the scene in which alhaitham pretends to go mad and is arrested in front of grand sage azar as "an alpha going into rut," and this memory is haunting me as i type this yandere!alhaitham fic for lunar love hotel.

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Omg the sk! Floyd fic. It's everything and more. My eel simpimg brain needs more of this au. Sweet but deadly floyd is one of the best Floyd's. I need to know what happens after. Does he keep her at her home or take her to his place after? I just AAAAAAAAA (screaming into the void).

Thank you for enjoying it!!! I think a sweet and scary Floyd is a good Floyd. (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ he may seem like all rough edges to others, but with his loved ones he’s very soft. And if you’re Shrimpy he’s doting on you all the time until he has to threaten you into submission. ;;;

I like to think he spends a week or so with you in your house just,,,,, constantly fucking you in hopes of getting you pregnant. If you aren’t eating, bathing, sleeping, or trying to relax as best as you can when there’s a serial killer keeping you captive in your own home, then Floyd’s all over you, fucking you in every which way out of the desire to knock you up. He’s so intent on having kids that at this point you don’t think it’s even the pleasure that drives him. Though it’s an added bonus, it’s the thought of getting you pregnant that really appeals to him the most. He’s had lots of time to picture you pregnant while he was in prison, so naturally he’s going to be radiating excitement when he’s fucking you as if it’s the end of the world.

He might not stay at your house for very long, though. If the authorities are smart, they’ll eventually come looking for you because when he met you for interviews he wasn’t entirely secretive about his interest in you. He’ll probably take you elsewhere after a week or whenever he thinks it’s time to move to another location. Jade helps if you’re being a pain, and somehow he’s scarier than his serial killer brother. But Floyd isn’t unfair. He lets you take things from your home that you find comforting or really like. His place is a little empty (and isolated), so you’ll need all the comforts you can get. But regardless he’s just happy to finally be reunited with Shrimpy after all this time apart, and now he can start a big family with you! <3

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MeraAaaAaaa!!! How dare you bring up having a fwb relationship with alpha!yandere!alhaitham and not expand more on that!! 😭😭😭 I need this. I NEED HIM SO BADLY!!! LAJDKSK

He's actually so frustrating!!! You could be in heat and he will act so unaffected. His restraint is so very commendable; he hardly spares you much reaction and will even cover his nose and say something along the lines of, "You should be more aware of your cycles so that you aren't an inconvenience to others." >:( it's really difficult to know what Alhaitham truly thinks because he's usually so straight-faced and serious, and he takes all the necessary precautions so he won't put himself in a troublesome position. But you beg him, tell him he smells good, cling to him out of biological imperative, and oohhh you're so lucky he's strong enough to resist, if just barely, otherwise he'd have you pinned against the nearest surface right this very moment.

The fwb relationship is established the day he helps you find relief in the midst of your heat. He's just helping you because it would be inconvenient and dangerous to leave you alone when other alphas (who may not have as much restraint or respect as Alhaitham) could be lurking nearby. And he's certain you woudn't want to come out of your heat marked and knocked up by some stranger. Truthfully, he doesn't want you to be marked and bred by someone you hardly know. If it were up to him, he'd rather do those things.

There's no getting rid of him after the fact. You can thank him all you want, buy him lunch out of gratitude, and insist you'll be more cautious going forwards, but Alhaitham is here to stay. He always throws things back in your face. Wasn't it you who begged him for this? Didn't you say you wanted him to be your alpha? He's only following your protocol. :) and, yes, perhaps you did say things like that, but the you who was in heat is vastly different from the you who is not in heat. He just won't drop the matter, reminding you that it's much more beneficial if you engage in mutually beneficial relations with someone you know and trust. What if he hadn't been there to help? What if it was another alpha, one with less restraint? What would you have done? You would have accepted anyone in that state, wouldn't you? And that's exactly the point Alhaitham's trying to make: it's dangerous if you're going to be so careless about your heats.

He does make a good argument. You know that, by biology's design, you will always be at a disadvantage when you're an omega in heat. You know Alhaitham's only looking out for you as a friend should. You know you should feel relieved he's even willing to go through all of the trouble to help you during future heats. And doesn't everyone wish to have a strong, sensible alpha care for them when they're at their most vulnerable?

Alhaitham's infatuation is subtle and so easily hidden. You'll never know he's harboring such an obsession. He only lets it slip when you're in heat because you're too omega-brained to really register the meaning behind his words, and everything he says and does is just music to your ears. He can get away with being possessive and maddeningly infatuated when you're in heat because that's when you're truly his. Though it's all loveless and the two of you are stuck as friends (nothing more, as you always claim) it's hard to ignore the chemistry beyond heat sex. Sometimes you'll spend mornings in bed with him, too lazy to get up, insisting on spending five more minutes in the comforts of his room. Sometimes he brings you breakfast. Sometimes he helps you to the bath. Sometimes it really feels like domestic bliss.

And eventually you'll spend so many heats with him that, the next time you go into heat, your body might even recognize him as your alpha. You really shouldn't tell him to bite you with such a tempting voice. He might just give you exactly what you want, if only to finally make you his and excuse such carelessness on the addictive effects you have on him.

Whatever happens, Alhaitham will have a logical reasoning to explain it away. He always does, and you always believe him.

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MERA YOU HAVE SUCH A BIG BRAIN!! Your alpha akademiya student wanderer ramble in your tags got me worked up like 😩 pls talk more about your thoughts on it!! The absolute audacity of that man, istg >:(

I have so many thoughts to share omg!!!! >0<

(cw: yandere, very brief implied nsfw, abo/omegaverse)

His appearances for lectures were spotty and rare at best, but after he meets you and familiarizes himself with your scent he's always showing up for class, bright and early just to get that seat beside yours. He's committed your smell to memory, so it's like his little beacon he uses to guide himself through the Akademiya's labyrinthine halls when he's looking for you. He always joins you for tea or lunch (though "join" is a bit of a kind word; it's more like he invites himself, forcing himself between you and some friends or interrupting your solitude to sit near you and indulge in tea or chit-chat).

Wanderer is a nuisance, albeit an intelligent one. You ask him if he has anything better to do. Surely there's a paper he needs to write or research he needs to conduct. He always smiles with so much bright satisfaction; he's already finished all of his work, diligent as ever. You're not sure why he prefers to associate with you. It's no secret that he rarely socializes, choosing to keep to himself, always so wrapped up in solitude. Why he's suddenly wanting to be so friendly with you is beyond you, but he's not as annoying as other alphas you've encountered, most trying to persuade you to sleep with them because you're unmarked and so tempting. Wanderer seems to care less about second genders, grousing about how he has no interest in omegas or betas or alphas. Knowing he isn't here just to try to ruin your future is a relief, so you let him stay and eventually you become something akin to friends (though he's the type who is always rubbing his good grades and essay scores in your face because who else can he brag to if not to his (only) friend?)

Wanderer likes you; it's rather obvious, but then he has no intentions of hiding it. What he does hide is the obsession. Part of him knows it'll look really bad if you catch him while he's rifling through your drawers after coming to visit under the guise of helping you sort through some extensive research notes. While you're occupied and distracted, he's searching for your suppressants and anything else you use to mask your pretty scent. He knows it's wrong, but then is it really if he's planning ahead to keep you safe? The amount of alphas he's had to scare off is starting to annoy him. Can't they see you have no interest? Can't they see you're his? Though there isn't physical proof, there will be soon enough. This is for your safety, after all. Friends look out for each other, or that's what Lesser Lord Kusanali is telling him when he briefly mentions he's made an acquaintance with a fellow student.

Really, it's no surprise when you go into heat halfway through a busy day at the Akademiya. Wanderer would feel bad, but it's his fault for tampering with your medicine and sabotaging all other forms of contraception you might take for caution's sake. He's always around, even if you never see or smell him, and he swoops in just as you're on the verge of stumbling, catching you so very gracefully. There's an empty classroom nearby. Let him take care of you. You can't do much but follow instinct. Even the most rational of scholars are victims to the natural whims of biology. You're no different. And he smells so good and you're familiar with his scent and you trust him and he's your friend... Why wouldn't you accept his help when he's offering so kindly? He promises he'll be gentle, he won't bite your neck, and he won't cum inside or knot you.

But then Wanderer is also a liar, and you're the one he's wanted for months and months. Now he can finally have you.

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the serial killer jade/death row undertow experience:

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Im imagining being a sparring partner for Childe. He sweeps your leg and disarms you then as soon as hes on top of you is when you notice his hot, heavy breathing and the sudden hardness between his legs.

"I could slit your throat right now if i wanted to sweet but i think ill give you a chance to win first" orz

Hed tease you so much while the two of you fought. Maybe hed sneak in a lowkey sensual bite or lick just to catch you off guard. You start trying to flip the two of you over so you can get control but this man is horny gripping so hard you cant do anything.AAAA

Omg omg!!! I couldn’t help but to imagine it in omegaverse. >_< alpha Childe with his omega darling who he spars with on occasion. Childe adores your practice matches (which always feel more like a fight to near-death, or at least until one of you kneels from exhaustion or submission). He likes you the most because you’re one of the few omegas who doesn’t immediately bow to him due to the nature of biology or pheromones. You are such an exciting sparring partner who he may or may not play a little dirty with at times, especially if he wants to have you under him when he knows you’re on the cusp of your heat.

It’s always a dangerous game playing or practicing with Childe because he always has this temptation to sink his canines into your neck and make you his after each battle. >:) it doesn’t help that every time you spar he is always unimaginably horny, always finding clever ways to casually flirt or put you in a compromising position. Sometimes you think he’s more hungry for a fulfilling battle than he is for a few hours spent in the bedroom. Childe will always fight you; you don’t even have to ask. Some people give bedroom eyes; he gives eyes that let you know he’s ready to fight, and those dull blues gain just a little brightness with manic glee.

You absolutely make him fight you for even a crumb of intimacy. It wouldn’t be fun if you let an alpha have all of the control, but Childe is more than willing to take you up on your challenges. Sometimes he thinks you make it too easy, but then there are moments where he falters (usually if you fight him at times when your pheromones are most noticeable, usually just a day or two before your heat, and of course alpha instincts always overpower any other feelings). You’re such a dirty cheat, but he wouldn’t have you any other way. <3 he likes to be kept on his toes, and if you fight unfair he’ll do the same. After all, when you fight Childe, anything goes on his battlefield.

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m-mera………maid reader and master…….master azul…… b-but he’s the one serving us at night……help orz

OMG AND IN OMEGAVERSE…… OTL

Master Azul is so generous. Though you’re his maid, he allows you to do as you please so long as you continue to be efficient in serving him and completing your delegated tasks for each day. He reminds you that if there’s anything you’re unhappy with you should just say so and he’ll work to improve whatever’s bothering you. All of the servants admire and respect him. He’s very kind, always so benevolent, and so responsible. You’re among many who like your master. He’s gentle for an alpha (although you know that when certain negotiations are held within his estate he is anything but soft, more so calculated and cold and chillingly intelligent). His scent usually blankets the air when he uses it for intimidation factors, and it works wonders on those who are not as confident or fearless when discussing private matters with the Azul Ashengrotto. He’s even managed to strike fear into other alphas! That, and he has a pair of alpha twins who are just as terrifying and intimidating, if not more than your master, when they stand on either side of him. And when they’re together in their trio, they are the pinnacle of anyone’s worst nightmare.

Master Azul takes great care and caution in masking his scent when he isn’t using it to persuade others into signing all manner of contracts. Similarly, the servants are dutiful about wearing blockers and taking suppressants or modulators when need be. It’s to ensure the environment is safe and that no one will fall victim to biological imperative. To take extra steps, Master Azul even notifies the staff of when visitors will be coming (which essentially means that proper preparations should be made so weaker-willed servants won’t fall prey to his enticing scent). It’s as if he thinks of every possible problem and works out plenty of solutions to avoid disaster. Always so conscientious, but then you wouldn’t expect anything less of him.

Unfortunately, he can’t plan for every little mishap, as much as that irks him. The first time it happened was entirely your fault. You’d neglected to take your suppressants, having been so wrapped up in your duties that it failed to cross your mind, and so when Master Azul had yet another one of his negotiations and his scent hung thick in the halls it propelled you right into a terrible heat. To make matters worse, Master Azul had left his study after another successful discussion and was hit head-on with your cloying scent and, as if the world wanted to make your life troublesome, it threw him into a heat-induced rut. The both of you spent the next few days indisposed, isolated, and terribly irritable.

And when you finally broke free from the haze of your heat, the twins were at your door, all pleasant smiles, and suggested you come with them to have a nice, long chat with the master. And long it was. You’d apologized profusely, insisting that you would take greater care in remembering to take your suppressants, promising with all your heart that this would never happen again. To your surprise, Master Azul wasn’t as angry as you thought he would be. You were certain you would lose your job or, at the very least, receive some sort of punishment. But nothing of that sort ever happened. Instead, Master Azul had you sign a contract stipulating that you were to always take your suppressants and, in the event that you fail to do so and fall into heat again, you would be dealt with accordingly. What that meant, you had no idea, but you were frantic and desperate to remain in his good graces. So you signed the contract, assuming all would be forgiven and you would never have to worry about this situation again.

To be a spiteful cheat, Master Azul conveniently forgets to supply you with the batch of suppressants for next month. And like clockwork, your heat comes many weeks later, but this time he’s prepared. It doesn’t take too much coercion to lead you to his room late at night. It smells so thickly of him, and perhaps you should have questioned it when the door had opened and he looked like he had been expecting you, expecting the state you would be in, but all logical thoughts are slipping away, melting down into pure instinct. If you were in a clearer headspace, you never would have dreamed of crossing the threshold into your master’s room, nor would you ever allow yourself to be pinned to his mattress, looking up into his stormy blues. But your heat has you begging for it, for him, for the touch and presence of an alpha. And Master Azul is nothing if not benevolence personified.

Pretty, cute thing. Diligent as you are, you are oh-so-foolish. Perhaps he should just knot you and claim you as his, bite that special little spot on your neck so you would be his in all aspects. Perhaps he should knock you up as well. He’s always wondered how much of your independence he could chip away if he gave you a child, took you as his, forced you to rely on him when it comes to your heats. It wouldn’t hurt to find out, right? :)