Male reader imagines

I honestly think not being able to smell would be seen as a disability in an omegaverse setting. Especially in my omegaverse setting, where scent can be seen as a major part of conversation and relationships. 

It wouldn’t be outright world ending, but you would struggle to form bonds like others, and the importance of scent just never really mattered to you. 

It does mean you end up seen as an outsider in some situations, because most relationships, even professional, use scents in small ways. If you’re an alpha or omega it may be worse, as you wouldn’t notice your own scent, which can come across as rude. 

Or, maybe you don’t produce much scent, since you don’t make any to respond to other peoples scents, ya know? It's there, but just kinda flat and unmoving. 

Not being able to smell would make you pretty good in the medical field, or maybe law, since you can’t be pushed around by overbearing scents, or made to panic because of scents. 

Maybe that’s your job, working as medical for the Ottawa centaurs, since there’s still some discrimination against your condition. You've simply taken to wearing scent patches and using scent-dulling soaps. At this point people can’t tell what your secondary gender is. 

It makes you very good at your job, but also extremely oblivious to flirting, especially alpha and omega flirting. A lot of flirting from those two genders are very scent based, and your blunted nose means you don’t notice any of it. 

Like sure, you overhear Boodram groan at somebody stinking up the place like an overbearing alpha, or see how Luca seems to preen and flutter like a flower when Shane scents him.  

To you it’s just parts of life you’ll never be able to enjoy. You may have struggled with it a lot as a kid and teen, but now as a fully grown adult you’ve come to accept this part of yourself. 

It does mean that poor Shane and Ilya have to get creative with their flirting, aka, flirting like it’s a non omegaverse world. They actually have to talk about it, gasp, the horror. 

But one thing leads to another, and you actually agree. You can’t smell them when you do, but you get a feeling they would smell happy. Troy tells you later, when you’re doing a check up on an old knee injury, that Ilya stank like a proud preening alpha. 

Dating not only an omega, but also an alpha, does awaken old insecurities you thought you had moved past. It's hard not to, with scent being so important to those secondary genders.  

Something curls in your chest when you see them scent each other, or when they scent you. It feels like shame and insecurity. You even find yourself going down rabbit holes, reading vague blogposts are ways to ‘fix’ you, even though its all bogus. 

Your lovers make it very clear that your inability to smell doesn’t matter, but you see how they instinctively preen when you play along.  

Shane arches into you when you act like you’re sniffing his neck, or when you rub your chin against his scent gland. Ilya rumbles all happy when you bite at his wrists or neck, and always rubs against you. 

It makes you feel kinda lacking sometimes, especially during heats and ruts. At that point you do remember you have a scent, you just can’t smell it, and it’s kinda flat, like a soda without bubbles. 

That won’t matter though, since both your partners are ready to climb the walls when you peel off the thick scent blockers and stop using the neutralizing soaps. 

To others your scent may be off-putting or boring, but Ilya and Shane don’t do shit halfway, and will notice the small changes to it to go along with your mood, because they’re freaks like that. 

When it does click for them how much they struggle, the three of you try to find different ways to build something.  

Even with your struggles you do have some sense of taste, just not as detailed as others. But they start looking for things that taste like their scents, or close to it. It's a bit weird, but it does make your hear squeeze, to see how hard they try. 

Or you guys find physical things or activities that become as important as scenting. They can get real creative, and if you guys run out of ideas, then Shane knows how to google. 

All in all, I don’t think it would be easy to live in the omegaverse without a sense of smell, but Ilya and Shane won’t let that stop them from loving you, and trying to find ways to make you feel as deeply connected to them as they do to you. 

And yeah, you’ll have to keep scent neutralizer in your car from now on, after more than one member of the team have gagged and groaned about how much you stink of Hollander and Rozanov.  

It would be interesting if reader was what you mention, which I’m pretty sure is called The body eater. It’s also why that one guy blinded himself. 

Let's say reader is the body eater, and the ‘completely black body’ is really just his leather and gimp stuff. It also means he’s larger than the pale visitor and stronger. 

It does mean that if the blinded guy shows up he’s gonna freak. He will claim he can feel ‘ITs’ presence, even if he can’t see you. He would only join the house if you were sent away, if it were gameplay. 

Being the body eater does give you new urges though, meaning you’ll leave the house at times. Nobody is really sure what you do, but Protag as heard you regurgitating and chewing stuff, so he can only assume you are eating. 

It does make you stink, when you return from these ‘trips’. The trips can last hours, and sometimes days. Sometimes you bring stuff back with you, like energy drinks, alcohol, even a new gun or clothes. Stuff like that, 

You've also unzipped the mouth of your gimp hood, to cough up a ball of... something fleshy, at Protags feet, like some big nasty cat. 

It smells like burnt pork and theres tufts of hair and bone in it. At the same time you’re just purring that nasty gurgling noise that sounds like boiling mud and sludge. 

He turns down your gift, which means you’ll just eat it, which is very foul to look at. 

It does mean that Protag is gonna need to clean you up, since you always wanna sit at the foot of his bed even when Protag tries to kick you off. 

The least he can do is clean you up so you don’t stink up his entire room or stain his only bed. You're just rumbling like a big happy bear, boar, human, hybrid. 

He's gonna have to shoo out whoever is staying in the bathroom, so he can order you into the tub. It's way too small for you, but your bones do that uncomfortable popping and twisting so you’ll fit.  

Your knees are touching your chin as you look up at him with your one visible eye. Protag will see that light doesn’t seem to reflect off your eyes, they’re flat like fish or doll eyes. Your pupils also don’t readjust to the light.’ 

Protag ends up just turning on the water and letting it run, there’s no need to wait for it to warm up since you don’t care. 

You’re just busy staring up at him, eyes wide and unblinking. Your teeth are grinding under your hood, your jaw moving from side to side in a very animalistic display. 

It’s not a threat, as much as it looks like it. Instead, it’s your weird non-human way of showing care. It's like a cat kneading its paws. 

Protag has to roll up his sleeves, grab one of those floor scrubbing brushes, and get to work with some brown soap and vinegar. Maybe some bleach, if there’s a Russian version. 

 Water gets everywhere from having you move around, so he can scrub you easier. Theres a bit of hesitance before he tells you to pull your gloves off. 

Seeing your skin is kind of erotic, in a way, especially touching your hands and scrubbing them clean. He's a lot more careful with your skin than your leather, even though it doesn’t matter. 

Your skin is cold and strange. It seems smooth, without the usual pores and imperfections of human skin, and it’s stretchy like rubber. He tries digging his nails in, just to see what happens, and it just leaves dents that fill back out. 

You purr at him when he does this, drool dripping from the mouth zipper of your hood, your visible eye drooping as you lean towards him.  

Protag is sure he’s gone insane after all this time, because his heart races. He’s not a guy to jump others, for the most part, so Protag pulls back, makes you stand, and wipes you down. 

He doesn’t fully wipe you down, just takes the worst, and then throws the towel at you to do the rest before stomping off to wave off the heat that’s gathered in his face.