This is part of mine and @lovely-riri's conversation about some headcanons and scenarios we had in mind
Which omega is the Prefect courting?
Scenario: When the housewardens became infatuated with the strange Prefect of Ramshackle, they ordered their underclassmen - the alpha's close friends - to become their wingmen. They didn't expect dating rumors to surface, furthermore, with the first years themselves.
gn!reader; omega!housewardens x alpha!reader; omega!RSA x alpha!reader; platonic omega!first years; sfw
You woke up with the weird feeling that something was entirely wrong.
As much as you tried, you couldn't place a finger on why, besides the erratic beating of your heart and the tingles on your spine, it was like the world was one centimeter out of place. The sensation slowly confirming itself as you made your way to the school's main hall, eyes following your steps.
NRC is no stranger to gossip, however, usually the students would do so openly, staring at their targets and talking loudly enough for them to hear - as a power play, because they wanted to be heard. But this, the frantic side glances and the whispering behind hands, was far from usual.
You wondered what was happening, maybe you upset someone of great influence and you'd be the last person to know, or you humiliated yourself without even noticing. Until a courageous soul stepped before you, fidgeting with their fingers and shyly looking at you.
“Hey… who are you dating?” the boy asked.
You had to pause at the question. Dating? Why would anyone think that? The big "What?” stamped in your face must be obvious, because he continued.
“Well, it's impossible for an alpha to just be part of a group of omegas- five omegas I must add, without dating any of them!” he voiced like it was the most obvious fact to exist. Which isn't true at all, yes, you only hang out with omegas, but it's because you are the honorary alpha of the group! You have scary omega privileges™ in the form of your five omega friends, but it always felt like “the divas and the dork that we allow to follow us".
The boy continued to ramble, somehow mentioning the school group chat in the middle of his stupor, and when you finally managed to exhaust his will to make you confess whatever crime he thought you guilty of, you immediately picked up your phone. To be honest, most students ignored the group chat, it was mostly used for announcements, from the headmage, teachers and housewardens. Sometimes students asked for materials necessary for their classes, but that was the extent of it.
But now, as you indignantly looked at your screen, you noticed a poll was created.
Which omega is the Prefect courting?
Epel 75%
Ace 10%
Deuce 10%
Jack 3%
Sebek 2%
2377 votes
Oh no.
–
The moment you reunite with your group, Epel is screaming bloody, you were sure his lungs must be begging for relieve “DUMBASS CITY FOLK, YER THINKIN’ AM DATIN’THE PREFECT ONLY ‘CAUSE A LOOK LIKE THIS.”
“Eh? At least you're first, dude, they didn't even let us compete.” Ace complained, solemnly looking at his number of votes.
“We're dead.” Deuce murmured in the distance, hand coming to his neck, almost like he feared his head would jump out of his body at any moment. Jack wasn't that far from him, looking more annoyed than ever as he looked at his phone, most likely also seeing the poll, and shaking his head.
“NRC students truly are superficial, I can't believe they created this rumour out of prejudice of friendship between omegas and alphas.”
“This is unbelievable!” Sebek proclaimed loudly, you sat back, knowing the emotional wreck your newest friend must be right now, “Me, last? I'm clearly a better option than all of you! No, forget that! I would never date the Prefect when my lord-” then Ace shoulder bumped him, stopping the discourse.
Ah, Sebek didn't know what to be offended about, either people thinking he would date you, or because he wasn't placed higher in the list.
“Would you guys like to know the exact number of votes each of you received?” Ortho asked with a malicious look, the situation entertaining the young Shroud more than anything else, “I must say I'm impressed, Ace and Deuce are perfectly tied.” This received a unanimous "shut up!”
Oh well, you shrugged, just your friends being your friends.
–
At Heartslabyul, all students were walking on eggshells. Everything was quieter than usual, as if expecting doom to befall the dorm.
Not far away from the dorm, Trey and Cater were rushing to find their dorm leader. They were counting on their luck, Riddle barely uses his phone, never having any use to the group chat when he received any announcements directly from the headmage himself.
But this time, they weren't lucky enough, someone got to Riddle first.
“Housewarden Rosehearts, is it Ace or Deuce being courted by the prefect?”
Riddle explodes.
–
When classes ended that day, and students returned to their dorms, heads began to roll.
“HOUSEWARDEN, PLEASE LISTEN TO US, IT WAS NOT OUR FAULT!”
Ace and Deuce begged for mercy, but Riddle barely listened to them. He was red with anger, protruding veins on his forehead, a perfect image of a Queen descending to the common folk seeking revenge.
“Rule 63, those who anger the Queen must run through a maze with card soldiers in pursuit.” His voice was rough and resolute, not giving a single chance for opposition.
In a single second, both omegas were collared and hunted down through the maze.
–
When Epel arrived at Pomefiore, he felt like he was walking in a horror movie scene. No students were in sight and the lights were off, making him wonder if he was missing any event. When he reached the main room, his housewarden was the only one present.
Vil sat on his throne, face only illuminated by the faint light coming through the window, eyes sharp like an eagle.
“Epel,” he began, voice clipped, “how could you mess this up?”
“Housewarden, please, don't believe the rumours.” Epel made sure to be extra formal, not wanting to anger the Queen more than he already had, fearing for the punishment that awaits him.
His queen never took lightly for people stealing what he deemed his.
“As if I would, I only wonder who was the source of it.”
–
Jack was not in the mood to return to Savannaclaw. If there was something he knew about his dorm leader, it is how possessive he can be, as well as how he takes offense when someone directly challenges him for his spot.
As it seemed, Leona was not in the mood to leave his room, and Jack celebrated this small victory, not wanting to face Leona when the alpha he wanted was the talk of the school, worst of all, when Jack was one of the suspects himself.
As such, he couldn't avoid Leona forever, and this came to light the next day, when Leona was acting like a prissy cat. The other omega had his lips pursed, showing fangs, growling and with his ears tucked behind, the most angered Jack had ever seen him.
Besides this uncommon behavior - and maybe Jack should've thanked his lucky stars that Leona didn't start a fight - the lion beastman merely turned his back and went back to his room.
Still, Jack felt like it was his duty to fix the situation.
–
When Sebek returns to Diasomnia, it feels like the air is charged, heavy, almost pressing him to the ground. And as he turns around the corner to meet Malleus and Lilia, he is met with the worst scene imaginable: Malleus is sulking.
“Sebek,” his lord calls out, “do you fancy them as well?”
“No!” the other boy immediately rectifies, “I would never interrupt your courting, my lord!”
“So, this Epel,” Malleus carelessly brushes him off, lips upturning as he mutters the small omega's name like it turns his stomach upside down, “it's quite widely agreed upon that the child of man is with him.”
“Foolish rumours! The prefect would never date any of us!”
“But the poll-”
“Malleus,” Lilia interrupts, placing a gentle hand on the shoulder of the future king, rubbing softly to dissuade the tension, “Sebek already gave you the answer you needed, the humans will forget soon enough, lets wait until the rumors die down.” But as Lilia raised his eyes to Sebek, he clearly tried to send him a message through his gaze, don't let this grow further.
–
Idia feels like he is a breath away from breaking down, this was not supposed to be happening! But the poll on his screen mocks him of any possibility of this being a dream.
Epel was the type of omega alphas would drool for, Idia knows that! He has a pretty face, big doe eyes to die for, and the softest voice ever, this is if any alpha was able to look past his behavior. Still, Idia didn't need this fact rubbed on his face like this. Is omegas like Epel your type? Wouldn't you rather go for the tall, nerdy omegas?
“Ortho, is this true?” he asked the moment his brother came into view, pointing at his offending screen.
“No, big brother, none of them are dating the prefect.” Ortho reassured, gently guiding the uneasy omega to his nest, “It was so entertaining to see the group infight,” he laughed, “but I can delete the poll if you want, and investigate who was the instigator!”
“Go look for who started the rumours,” Idia stood up again, looking more determined than ever, glaring at his computer as if it had personally cursed his entire bloodline, “I will deal with the poll myself.”
–
Not far from there, the VIP room from Mostro Lounge was in pure chaos, the wafting odor of stressed omega swallowing it whole. Azul couldn't believe this, he didn't trust any of the first year students in his dorm, which meant he didn't have a way to keep a close eye on you, unlike some of the other dorm leaders.
Right now, he regretted it, because he had no way to easily obtain inside information of your group.
Azul quickly sent Jade and Floyd to investigate, perhaps meaning they would eventually disturb you, but he had no face at this moment to ask you himself.
He would rather die than lose face in front of you.
–
“Jamil!” Kalim yelled for friend, rushing through the halls until he found who he was looking for. Jamil looked less than pleased, aware of the rumours and what this meant for the rest of his day, meaning he would spend it comforting Kalim, “Are they really dating one of them?”
Kalim was on the verge of tears, red rimmed eyes almost overflowing, he was barely containing himself. Jamil's only solution was to guide him back to his room and hope his nest would be enough to calm the other boy down.
“What do they have that I don't?” the omega lamented, falling face down in his nest.
–
At the other side of Sage Island, things were not faring better for the omegas the prefect had previously met with.
When the omegas from RSA met the mysterious, but kind, prefect from NRC, one who treated them equally and generously, they never assumed they could possibly be already spoken for. In hindsight, maybe it was a precipitate assumption, courteous alphas were hardly ever single.
Inside his room, Neige, who had thought he found his knight in shining armour, couldn't believe the rumours that grew more and more - at one point, some people even mentioned that maybe that alpha was actually dating the five omegas at once. For him, you both meeting was the universe moving to push soulmates together, fated to be with each other for eternity, until death do you part. So Neige thought this was all a big misunderstanding, one that you would fix before coming back to him, a challenge you must surpass as destiny laughs at your faces.
Minajael sighs in disappointment, because of who he is, his position as an heir, he'd assumed from a young age that he would never find love, settling for whatever arranged marriage his father found appropriate. When he met you, Minajael thought that it was finally time to properly fight for his freedom, decide who he wanted to marry… He couldn't simply accept this, he needed to confirm with you before making any hasty decision. With the skill of someone who had done this many times before, he sneaks out of RSA, making his way to NRC.
As for Rielle, the boy was heartbroken, refusing to speak with anyone. He had buried himself under his nest, playing with the little land trinkets he had collected mindlessly. Rielle had many dreams in mind, ones of freedom, travelling the world, and love, and though he was able to achieve most of them, it still hurt when something was suddenly ripped away from his hands.
The only person who could guarantee sneak into NRC without anyone noticing, Chenya, was nowhere to be found.
–
“So, you were the one who started this.” Vil was terribly annoyed, he couldn't believe the traitor was right by his side. However, he didn't know to what extent he was able to blame Rook.
It was supposed to be innocent, when Rook stopped your group when you were hanging out at the school's courtyard, proclaiming, “Ah, look the lovely image you make, truly, love can be found in any shape or form, I yearn for more people to be graced with this sincere bond you share!”
And passersby misunderstood his words for romantic love, wondering which omega had bagged the fine prefect.
“Still.. it seems unlikely that you're the only storm in this school.”
–
At Heartslabyul, Riddle felt all kinds of emotions, relief, confusion, surprise, anger. He couldn't believe Chenya was whispering these rumors around!
“Can you blame a guy? A seed was planted and perhaps someone needed to water it, nyan!” Was the last thing he said before disappearing.
Sagging his shoulders, Riddle released Ace and Deuce's head. At the very least, now he was sure both omegas weren't lying and backstabbing him. Riddle would like to say he would deal with Chenya the next time he saw him, but the catboy was more slippery than what his magic could reach.
–
Next day, as your group met up again, the same courtyard as always, they found you laughing at your phone, the problems of yesterday barely dampening your mood - unlike the omegas, who had to deal with the pettiness of their dorm leaders, two eels shaking them for answers, and a frustrated Jamil.
“Oh,” you look up, showing your phone screen in their direction, “Seems like it's widely agreed that I'm committed to someone.”
“Ugh, not again,” Ace complained, but snatched the phone from your hands either way, “Huh?!”
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We've heard of [omegas and shitty nests] but have we considered alphas who are horrible at denning??
Imagine omega!price finally trusting you enough to ask for nesting materials from your den, and you bring him...a hand towel??
It's small, fluffy, and when price lifts it up to his nose it certainly smells like you. Still, most alphas would have chosen a nice blanket or a hoodie. Not...a towel the size of prices hand. He raises his brow at you, head tilted down when he asks "love? What the hell is this?"
"...it's materials? For your nest?" You tilt your head in confusion, voice blank. As if you genuinely think the hand towel would be of any use in a nest.
"No. Absolutely not." Price huffs, already leading you by the shoulders back to your room, intent on receiving some actual nesting supplies. Only, when he get there..."bloody hell, kid."
Turns out, you have absolutely no concept of what a proper nest requires, and as such your den is abysmal. Small towels, thin sheets, exactly one throw pillow that looks like it has survived two wars. You pick up on prices dissapointment, your own scent pouring "do you...not like it?"
"No, no, it's fine, runt." Price groans, his own instincts upset at the lack of materials. It's fine, price knows how to work with what he has.
Your den gets tentatively integrated into the nest, and from then on price handles your den. It's not uncommon for him to hand give you various sheets and bedding to scent for the nest. That way, price can nest without feeling like he's never safe enough, and you can still feel like you're helping to protect your omega.
I would love to see more Omega Gojo! If mpreg is something you are okay with writing, I would like to request it.
1. the time his body betrayed him and he still begged for more
Gojo lies back on the bed, shirt rolled up under his chest, huge swollen belly exposed to your hands and mouth. He’s flushed pink already, breathing shallow, fingers gripping the sheets.
You kiss the underside of his belly and he breathily whines. “Don’t tease… you know how sensitive I get there-”
Every kiss makes him shiver.
Every touch makes his hips jerk.
You hold his bump with both hands, big and warm and full, and he cradles your wrists like he needs the grounding.
“Look at you,” You murmured.
“So beautiful carrying my baby.”
His thighs shake. Hard.
“Mmh- say it again,” he begs, voice cracking. You drag your mouth up the curve, kissing along the tight skin, suckling gently until he whimpers.
His belly is heavy, round, and he loves when you handle it like it’s precious. “You’re glowing, Satoru,” You whispeedr. “My pretty pregnant boy.”
He gasps at that and you weren't surprised Gojo loved the praise falling out of your mouth. “God keep talking-”
The pregnancy’s made him leak just a little- and he’s mortified but you absolutely love it. You pushed him gently onto his back.
His nipples already pebbled and tender. When you flick your tongue over one, he arches up off the mattress like he’s been shocked.
“Ah-! Don't- I can’t-”That motion had him on the edge of orgasm his sensitivity almost increasing by tenfold by his pregnancy.
He’s trembling, toes curling, breath catching. “You’re so sensitive,” You murmured against his chest.
“Because of you,” He moaned.
And when he starts leaking, beads of milk, he gasps sharply, embarrassed and turned on enough to cry.
As you catch it with your tongue Gojo loses his mind. `His hands fly to your hair, tugging hard, hips bucking helplessly. “D-don’t- it’s embarrassing-”
But he’s already grinding into nothing, cheeks flushed scarlet, eyes glassy. “I love that you're making milk for our baby, don't you?” You whispered, sucking gently until he moans again. He nods fast, tears forming.
“Touch me more. Please.”
You hold his chest, thumb brushing leaking skin, and he sobs with pleasure. “You’re perfect, Satoru,” you murmur.
Gojo had been restless all evening, pacing, belly heavy and tight beneath one of your shirts he’d stolen. The sensitivity was bad, nipples aching, thighs shaking when you so much as looked at him, and he’d been needy for hours without admitting it.
Finally he crawled onto your lap, belly warm against your chest, breath already uneven.
“I need you,” He whispered.
He kissed you, slow at first but the moment your hands slid under his shirt to hold the curve of his bump, his whole body jerked helplessly. “Wait-” he gasped, but he didn’t pull away. He wouldn't dare pull away.
You kissed down his throat, hands warm on his belly, and he whimpered - actually whimpered- thighs tightening around your hips.
“S-slower…”
But he was already shaking, eyes glassy, breath catching like he was right at the edge. You pressed your forehead to his, voice low against his lips.
“Satoru. Breathe.”
He did but barely weak and shuddery, trying so hard to steady himself as you guided him down, inch by inch. His fingers clutched your shoulders, knuckles white, the soft weight of his belly pressing to your stomach as he sank onto you.
A broken sound escaped him.
His thighs trembled around you, the stretch making him gasp, head falling to your shoulder.
“D-don’t move yet,” he whispered, though his hips were already shifting, trying to take more of you as greedy as ever.
You held him steady, one hand splayed over his swollen belly, the other at his back, keeping him close as he exhaled shakily against your neck.
He shivered, clinging to you, breath warm and desperate against your skin.
“Satoru,” you whispered, kissing his temple, “I’ve got you.”
“I-I’m trying-” He let out a soft cry, burying his face in your neck as his body trembled. “I can’t- god-you're too much-”
His belly pressed tight to your stomach with every tiny movement he made, every shift amplifying the sensation until he was gasping into your skin, clutching you like he was drowning.
“Please- just touch me-”
You cupped the underside of his belly gently, grounding him and that broke him. He cried out, body arching, thighs trembling around you. “N-no-wait- ‘m too sensitive”
His voice dissolved into breathy, desperate moans, tears clinging to his lashes.
You slowed immediately, hands firm and steady on his belly and waist. “Hey. Look at me.”
He tried but with eyes unfocused, lips parted, chest heaving - it felt impossible.
“You’re okay,” You murmured. “I’ve got you. Breathe with me.”
His hands fisted in your shirt as he collapsed into your chest, trembling from head to toe, overwhelmed by sensation, by hormones, by how deeply you touched him.
“You’re… too good to me,” he whispered hoarsely.
You kissed the wet corner of his eye. “Let me take care of you.”
Gojo nodded, breath ragged, belly pressed tight and warm to you as he melted into your arms.
And for once, he didn’t try to be in charge.
For once, he let himself fall apart on you he truly, absolutely…
couldn’t handle you.
2. the time his body betrayed him and he still begged for more
Gojo lies back on the bed, shirt rolled up under his chest, huge swollen belly exposed to your hands and mouth. He’s flushed pink already, breathing shallow, fingers gripping the sheets.
You kiss the underside of his belly and he breathily whines. “Don’t tease… you know how sensitive I get there-”
Every kiss makes him shiver. Every touch makes his hips jerk.
You held his bump with both hands, big and warm and full, and he cradles your wrists like he needs the grounding. “Look at you,” You murmured. “So beautiful carrying my baby.”
“Mmh- say it again,” he begs, voice cracking. You drag your mouth up the curve, kissing along the tight skin, suckling gently until he whimpers. His belly is heavy, round, and he loves when you handle it like it’s precious.
“You’re glowing, Satoru,” you whisper. “My pretty pregnant boy.” He gasps at that and you weren't surprised Gojo loved the praise falling out of your mouth.
“God keep talking-” The pregnancy’s made him leak just a little- and he’s mortified but you absolutely love it.
You pushed him gently onto his back. His nipples already pebbled and tender. When you flick your tongue over one, he arches up off the mattress like he’s been shocked. “Ah-! Don't- I can’t-”That motion had him on the edge of orgasm his sensitivity almost increasing by tenfold by his pregnancy.
He’s trembling, toes curling, breath catching. “You’re so sensitive,” You murmured against his chest. “Because of you,” he moans. And when he starts leaking, beads of milk, he gasps sharply, embarrassed and turned on enough to cry.
As you catch it with your tongue Gojo loses his mind. His hands fly to your hair, tugging hard, hips bucking helplessly. “D-don’t- it’s embarrassing-”
But he’s already grinding into nothing, cheeks flushed scarlet, eyes glassy. “I love that you're making milk for our baby, don't you?” You whispered, sucking gently until he moans again. He nods fast, tears forming.
“Touch me more. Please.” You held his chest, thumb brushing leaking skin, and he sobs with pleasure.
“You’re perfect, Satoru,” You murmured.
3. the one time he climbed into your lap and reminded you who was really in charge
Pregnant Gojo didn’t even bother pretending tonight.
His shirt was pushed up, soft belly out, the curve of it full and heavy, his breathing fast. “Sit,” he ordered, voice low and honey-thick.
You barely touched the edge of the mattress before he was crawling into your lap, thighs straddling you, belly pressing into your abdomen, his hands on your jaw forcing you to look up at him.
“You keep acting like you’re the one in charge,” he murmured, grinding down once, yet it was enough to punch a groan out of you. His lashes fluttered. “But look at me. Look at what I’m carrying.”
Your hands instinctively went to his hips, and Gojo slapped them away, pinning your wrists to the bed.
“You don’t touch me unless I tell you to,” he breathed, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosted over your ear. “I’m the one in charge tonight.”
He rocked down again, harder this time, belly dragging against your stomach. A soft moan slipped out of him, the kind that got higher when he tried to hold it back.
His swollen belly brushed you every time he moved — warm, weighty, demanding attention. He noticed the way your eyes kept dropping to the curve.
“Oh?” he smirked, voice sinful. “You like that I'm full of a permanent reminder of you?”
He grabbed your hand and pressed it to the underside of his bump, forcing you to feel how firm it was. “You like how I look when you’ve knocked me up?”
You swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Good.” His eyes glowed with satisfaction.
Gojo shifted, guiding you underneath him completely, thighs spread wide as he hovered over you, belly hanging low, the sight utterly obscene.
“And you’re going to take me exactly how I say,” he whispered, kissing you hard, messy, desperate.
He sank his weight onto you and on your cock letting out a sound that landed somewhere between a moan and a gasp, his nails digging into your shoulders as his belly pressed flush to your torso.
“S-stay still,” he panted, already shaking. “Let me… let me use you.”
His forehead pressed to yours, breath hot, voice trembling.
“I’m going to ride you,” He moaned. “And you’re going to let me.”
The world narrowed to the heat of him, the weight of him, the way every exhale trembled against your lips as he began to move.
(bonus- the time he asked you to give him another baby while he was still carrying the first)
He’s leaning against the counter, sipping juice, belly huge and round, and suddenly he blurts:
“We should have another.”
You nearly choked. “Gojo- you’re literally-”
He smirks, sliding your hand under his shirt. “I know. I’m just saying… this feels really good. Being full of you. Being yours.”
He kisses you, slow and hungry. “You think you could get me pregnant twice?”
Yandere beta who doesn’t understand why omegas swoon over alphas until you came along. Yandere beta who has never smelled a scent a day in his life but suddenly feels like he’s drowning in yours. Yandere beta who steals a hoodie you left behind in your locker so he can cuddle it in bed. Yandere beta who suddenly collapses panting heavily in front of you, releasing the best scent you’ve ever smelled in your life. Yandere beta who gets told he has turned into an omega upon meeting his soul mate. Yandere omega who forces you to take responsibility and help him with his heat.
teacher!alpha!m!reader x student!blind!omega!Qiuyuan, fluff;
student!Qiuyuan who has never been keen on finding love. He’s not particularly interested in these topics and believes that no one would want a blind omega anyway
student!Qiuyuan who never lets his instincts get the better of him. He never shows reactions typical of an omega. Can’t flutter his eyelashes in a flirtatious manner, speak in higher pitch or calm another person with his pheromones
student!Qiuyuan for whom the only way to experience world is through smell and hearing. But who at the same time, stubbornly uses scent-blocking patches so that no one will ever smell his scent. Too afraid of showing his weaknesses and being compared to omegas. Who has been on suppressants his whole life, almost losing the ability to experience heat
student!Qiuyuan who despite being blind, feels others’ “disgusted” stares on him. Someone like him? An omega?
student!Qiuyuan who has always had very low self-esteem when it comes to being an omega. What fun can you have dating someone who can’t see? Others surely believe he can’t participate in typical teenage activities… And in the future, it would surely be too much of a burden and responsibility to support someone like him. He’s probably not even as pretty as other omegas… Not only is he a man, but he’s also over six feet tall... He’s not like those charming, alluring omegas with delicate facial features and petite, curvy figures. He’s leaner and more bony, damaged by life. He doesn’t give off a harmless, friendly vibe that invites you to approach him. Surely no one would want to choose him…
student!Qiuyuan who is even ashamed of his own scent. A bamboo forest in the morning, sprinkled with fresh dew. Refreshing and gentle, yet at the same time unusual due to a heavy, earthy note… Definitely unlike those sweet floral or cheerful citrus aromas that carry through the corridors behind “true” omegas
student!Qiuyuan who has hated alpha scents since childhood, having grown up in a house full of betas. Who, with a hypersensitive sense of smell, easily detects bad intentions and nasty character of alphas. Who knows that a campus full of teenagers with raging hormones is like a battlefield. That you can’t find anyone trustworthy here
student!Qiuyuan who is always reserved and lonely. A typical, quiet student, not really interested in lessons. Sitting in the back row by open window. Who prefers to stick his head out toward the sounds of sports field and feel pleasant wind breeze on his face. Only form of relief in a stuffy room overflowing with overlapping scents of pheromones
student!Qiuyuan who never tries to make friends, always assuming isolation and rejection. To whom over time, other students are even afraid to speak
student!Qiuyuan whose reluctance to his classmates and whole pessimistic attitude towards love change, when one afternoon, a newcomer walks into a classroom…
student!Qiuyuan who for the first time, takes a deep, joyful breath of alpha’s pheromones. Turns eagerly towards the blackboard- Hoping to see that one-of-a-kind individual- Only chance to reverse his miserable fate-
student!Qiuyuan who in fact unfortunately “sees nothing”. As if for a moment he had completely forgotten that he is blind… But despite the bitterness on his tongue, he feels a strange peace and happiness in heart. As if your distant presence alone is enough to heal wounds of hurt omega
student!Qiuyuan who sensing your dominant yet warm and friendly aura, knows you have good intentions. He believes you wouldn’t harm anyone. And he swoons not only at your scent but also at your gentle chuckle, triggered by a comment from someone in front row
student!Qiuyuan who is surprised when he senses that instead of heading towards some potential “friend” from another class, you’re moving towards teacher’s desk. He gasps upon hearing you introduce yourself as new teacher, replacing the homeroom teacher who went on maternity leave. And immediately he withdraws into his shell again. Despairing over the hopelessness of his situation. Scolding himself for ever deluding himself into thinking that fate would grant him a friend…
student!Qiuyuan who is even more surprised when one Friday, you approach his desk after class. You crouch down next to his chair, looking up at him patiently. He feels your gaze on him and senses that radiant warmth he experienced when he first met you. He doesn’t understand however why you decide to make an effort and cross the entire length of room just to talk to him. And why you try to make him feel comfortable, waiting peacefully for other students to leave a classroom
student!Qiuyuan who doesn't know what to say when you ask in a sweet voice if everything is okay. When you are the first person in this cursed school to take an interest in him. When you don't overwhelm him with adult beliefs, additional assignments or requirements necessary to pass to next grade. When you simply let him know that if he ever needs anything in the future you will always be here
student!Qiuyuan who begins to wonder if all young teachers entering this profession are like you. Full of passion and fighting for student’s well-being- Because yes, even from the tone of your voice or sound of your footsteps, he can sense that you’re very young, not much older than him. And besides, he becomes assured of his belief when he decides to eavesdrop gossips. For the first time since childhood genuinely intrigued by another person- Everyone is talking about you. Omegas, betas, alphas. Girls and boys. Whether out of fascination or jealousy. You’re on everyone’s lips. Young hot teacher. It only takes a day for you to have your own fan club
student!Qiuyuan who mortified, catches himself listening whenever he hears your name nearby. Who unconsciously records every little detail about you in his memory. These fangirls really do have incredible talent and passion… Your favorite drink which you always use to moisten your throat during lectures. Food you most often choose for lunch. Other teachers you get along with best. Place where you most often eat dinner and where it’s easiest to run into you outside of school hours. What kind of car you drive or what brand of shirts you wear most often. Not to mention how many buttons you leave undone and how you roll up your sleeves to your elbows because you constantly feel as if it's too hot
student!Qiuyuan who eventually comes to conclusion that he already has met several younger teachers in his life. And that none of them are as noble as you. And certainly not that PE teacher who immediately cut him off from any activities. Odering him to sit on a bench as soon as he realized that Quiyuan was "that blind kid"
student!Qiuyuan who for the first time, starts paying attention in class. Though only in yours… and instead of basking in breeze, he turns his head towards you. Listening to what you're saying. He actually starts taking an interest in topics you bring up. Genuinely absorbs knowledge and realizes it isn’t as bad as he’d assumed. At least when someone is truly passionate about what they do and when you can hear excitement in their voice… Qiuyuan finally comes to school with a smile, rather than dragged there by the need to please his beloved parents
student!Qiuyuan who realizes that even though you’re kind and understanding towards all your students, joking with them regularly during class, it’s only him you show such great care for. You have such a special approach only towards him- And this isn’t that "special treatment" he’s experienced from other teachers. Where he passed from year to year with lowest grades, because others had given up on him. Not believing he could ever become of any use to society. Out of pity, turning a blind eye to his lack of participation or wrong answers. As if completely ignoring his presence throughout whole school year
student!Qiuyuan who is as happy like a child when you give him a bad grade for an oral response but at the same time encourage him to retake the exam. Finally, someone actually takes him seriously. Shows interest. Doesn’t fake his results and at the same time believes he is capable of more. Even that slightly disappointed tone, which you try so hard to hide, is like flattery to him. Though he definitely prefers to hear you when you’re satisfied and proud. Especially of him…
student!Qiuyuan who finally decides to knock on your office door. Seeking help and hysterically apologizing for not making it during office hours. But for the past two hours, he really couldn’t summon the courage. And the fact that he finally approached your door was really just a random impulse
student!Qiuyuan whom you have to calm down before you two can even talk. Leading him to a sofa, gently stroking his hunched back and serving a cup of steaming lemon tea. Worried about omega’s state, you grab any opportunity to calm his nerves. But only thing that really works is your alpha soothing pheromones and your low, gentle voice assuring that everything will be okay and that you’re not mad
student!Qiuyuan who after talking to you, realizes for the first time that he has a future ahead and that he should fight for it. With shining eyes, he listens as you acknowledge how much he’s had to go through since losing his sight and that the very fact that he manages daily tasks so well shows just how capable he is. How much he can accomplish with his other sharpened senses. And how much he should and must work hard. Not only to prove his worth to others but also to provide for himself and his family in future. Because in your eyes, he is more than capable of it. He doesn't have to be left solely at the mercy of others
student!Qiuyuan who is almost moved to tears when you say he inspires you
student!Qiuyuan who from that moment on, truly changes his life. Begins to learn even from other teachers. Not wanting to just sit around on PE while others play team sports, he starts running on his own on a track around the field. During classes he raises his hand to surprise of the rest and actively participates in lessons. He no longer skips homework but actually tries to complete all his projects
student!Qiuyuan who manages to improve and catch up on material only thanks to your help. Thanks to almost daily tutoring sessions for which you never accept any money. You always explain things so clearly and your tips are so helpful- You never yell at him; you just patiently help him find the solution. And you record the most important topics for him on a voice recorder. Later, Quiyuan always does the best especially on these things. Maybe because he listens to them over and over just to enjoy your voice in privacy of his room… On headphones, because he’s too embarrassed to admit to his family that he’s obsessed with some alpha’s voice. For whom he made space on his phone by deleting all music playlists
student!Qiuyuan who treats you like his master. Everything you say is sacred. He takes every piece of advice to heart and faithfully performs every request. He seeks your approval. To the point that when he gets his report card he runs to you first. Just to hear that tender chuckle and a few words of praise. To feel as you smile warmly at him and ruffle his hair. That tingling feeling… His omega has never felt better
student!Qiuyuan who is ready to bare his fangs at anyone who dares to say a bad word about you. He’s never gotten involved in such conflicts before but now he’ll do it without a second thought. And he doesn’t care that as an omega he’s standing up to some alpha. You believe in him. That’s why he walks out of a fight without a single scratch. His fist stained red from a contact with a nose of that rude, disgusting alpha
student!Qiuyuan who, despite his negative feeling and bad experiences with alphas, trusts you unconditionally. His omega feels safe with you and is willing to do anything for you. All you have to do is ask. Although that lecture about not getting into fights seems to have fallen on deaf ears…
student!Qiuyuan who out of gratitude, asks his mom to teach him how to make bento. Overjoyed she agrees right away. Thrilled at the thought that her little boy has finally fallen in love and found himself a good alpha. Completely unaware that her beloved son leaves all boxes with bento on his teacher’s desk. Every day before classes start. Before anyone else has a chance to wake up as early as Qiuyuan and arrive at school. Although at first you try to convince Qiuyuan that there’s no need for him to do such thing, that what you buy on your way is more than enough, over time you can’t wait to see colorful notes with a message left under wooden lid.
student!Qiuyuan who loves it when you pamper him. When you always bring him something to drink. Make sure your office is aired out before he arrives. Treat him with sweet candies as a reward for progress on completed tasks
student!Qiuyuan who is happy that there is finally someone who understands his problems and with whom he can talk about matters concerning only omegas and alphas. It’s a little embarrassing that during breaks from studying, he talks about such things with an alpha... But considering that he grew up in a house full of betas who can’t relate to his situation or urge of instinct, you’re definitely the best option
student!Qiuyuan who is fascinated examining every corner of your apartment when he visit for the first time. Your flat is rather modest but spacious enough and well-kept. And above all, it’s your own... You’ve worked hard for it while Qiuyuan still lives with his parents... He praises your taste as much as he possibly can. As long as his message gets through to you and you feel appreciated
It's just... for all week you were too busy with meetings and other teaching duties. You couldn’t meet with him for tutoring, so it was only polite to suggest that he visit you over a weekend to catch up. Though you weren’t sure he’d agree... But he did it in a split second. As soon as the information reached his brain. With a loud “yes!”, after which he immediately got embarrassed and hid his face in his long black hair. Too bad, because that peach blush really looks wonderful on him...
student!Qiuyuan who only realizes he has a little big crush on you when you accidentally kiss him. It happens when you’re sitting across from each other on a small sofa... At the sight of his face bathed in sunlight you suddenly lose your words. And he, abruptly confused, looks up from a braille books you bought him. When you are "gazing" into each other's eyes like that... you lean in and press a quick kiss to his plump lips. Completely swept up in the moment
You swear you can hear his heart suddenly racing-
student!Qiuyuan who quickly gives in to you. Or do you give in to him? And your sweet “innocent love” begins to sprout in shadows of your secret meetings
student!Qiuyuan who spends his free time at your place more and more often. He feels almost at home there. Often cooks dinner for you, trying to get rid of your bad eating habits. He even cleans up sometimes, wanting to feel a bit like the lady of a house. And you don’t mind when he “rummages through your drawers.” You want him to feel at ease at your house
student!Qiuyuan who leaves plenty of his stuff at your flat and also gets a lot of new "small" things. Like a personal toothbrush to keep there, a matching mug, personalized slippers-
student!Qiuyuan who, under the pretext of sleeping over at a friend's house, sneaks out of family home to spend the night in your arms. And your shirt… Which despite his tall figure, is always too loose on him and hangs off his lean body like a dress
student!Qiuyuan who heals his insecurities and begins to love his body as he experiences how you react to it. Feeling of your gaze devouring him, loud gasps, whistles, hands exploring places they shouldn’t... Who melts away in the compliments flowing from your lips. Though his eyes show no reaction, out of embarrassment he still closes his eyelids. Trying to hide from you. Burrowing as deep as possible into bedsheets-
student!Qiuyuan who almost bursts into tears when you accidentally catch a whiff of his pheromones for the first time. Firstly out of panic and then out of gratitude. This happens when he starts to feel a little too at ease around you and forgets he’s not at his family home. Where betas can’t smell him anyway. And forgets that after his morning shower, he needs to put his scent-blocking patch back on. When you suddenly gasp and inhale the air in kitchen, he turns to you terrified. He’s afraid you’ll be disgusted and that you’ll finally realize you deserve someone better. That he isn’t such a adorable omega and that it’s better if you kick him out of your apartment. When the opposite happens and you start going crazy over his scent, he can’t believe it. In every spare moment, you bury your face in his scent glands and soak in this relaxing scent. Sometimes, when he’s very busy, he tries to push your face aside. But you’re too strong. So Qiuyuan begins to proudly share his pheromones with the world. His colleagues look at him in surprise and he just smiles from ear to ear. If his alpha likes it, that’s more than enough. And since his scent can bring you comfort, he is happy to always be on duty
student!Qiuyuan who massages your aching temples after a hard day at work and plants butterfly kisses on your face while you try to fall asleep on his lap
student!Qiuyuan who gets easily jealous of your exes. And always makes a grumpy face when he accidentally comes across their photos in your old album. But he understands that you don’t want to throw away the photos where you’re with whole group of friends from your youth
student!Qiuyuan who feels your gaze on him during every class. Struggling to hold back his omega’s reactions, especially during preheat. After he stops stuffing himself with suppressants and slowly regains his ability to go through heat. These situations are the worst. Innocent blushes, hidden from classmates by curtain of hair, turn into clenched legs. Struggling to hold back the burning sensation inside
student!Qiuyuan who is disappointed and yet even more in love, impressed by your composure as you reject his advances in fever time and declare that you’ll only truly experience heat with him once he finishes school. Thus rebelling against your alpha and keeping your instincts in check
student!Qiuyuan whom you help in these difficult moments by playing the role of errand boy and protecting his nest. Not daring to get into bed, only sitting close on a floor and simply stroking Qiuyuan’s head
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yandere! ex-military omega x alpha! reader ; part 3
cw : male yandere, gn reader, omegaverse, mpreg, unhealthy fwb relationship, co-parenting, violence, death threats (not towards reader), manipulation, mention of cheating (no actual cheating, he's just delusional), mention of dub-con in one part if you squint.
an : i am officially giving my yanderes names now and our omega is the first one to be revealed, yes i gave him the most basic name ever bcs it just stuck to me.
part one part two .ᐟ masterlist
connor’s pregnancy had been both heaven and hell for the two of you. his pregnant omega instincts had long since decided you were his mate simply because you were the one who had impregnated him. officially, though, the two of you were still nothing more than friends with benefits. (much to connor’s dismay.)
not for long, though. connor would find a way to make you his eventually. after all, he had already slipped a leash around your neck the moment he got pregnant with your pup, whether you realized it or not.
the omega had become increasingly aggressive and territorial during the pregnancy. he would growl whenever he caught unfamiliar scents on your clothes after work, practically ripping your shirt off the moment you stepped through the door just to get rid of it.
you thought it was just hormones, a normal omega behavior during pregnancy.
what wasn't normal was the way he murmured about ripping someone’s throat open himself just because their scent lingered on you for too long. but still, you brushed it off every time.
after nine months of sleepless nights, hormone spikes, strange cravings, mood swings, and connor nearly biting a nurse during labor— a beautiful baby girl was finally born.
she inherited most of your features, though she had connor’s nose. connor never outright admitted it, but he had been ecstatic.
yeah. you were definitely stuck with him forever now.
surprisingly, connor turned out to be a wonderful parent. despite growing up with an absent father and a deceased mother, he tried harder than anyone. he wanted his child to grow up with two parents— something he himself never truly had.
and in softer moments, his heart clenched painfully whenever he caught sight of you cradling your daughter carefully in your arms, cooing softly at the giggling pup.
"and here i thought you said you didn’t want a family," connor said casually one evening, leaning against the nursery doorway with his thick arms crossed over his chest. even exhausted from taking care of a newborn, he still looked intimidating as hell.
you scoffed softly. "i don’t. you know we didn’t plan this."
"you’re saying you don’t want her?" connor raised an eyebrow sharply, gesturing toward the giggling baby in your arms. instinctively, you held her closer against your chest.
"you know i didn’t say that…"you muttered before pressing a kiss to your daughter’s temple. she immediately blew a spit bubble against your skin, making you grimace before laughing quietly anyway.
connor huffed at the sight, but a pleased smile tugged at his lips when he saw you gently wiping the pup's spit away.
he had you exactly where he wanted you.
the few months after labor were heaven for connor. you were attentive, constantly present, always helping with the baby without complaint. some nights, he would wake up and simply watch you asleep beside the crib, your daughter tucked safely in your arms after another failed attempt at putting her down.
those moments made his chest ache with something dangerously close to happiness. but underneath it all, fear constantly gnawed at him.
because you still weren’t bonded.
the unmarked scent gland on his neck burned whenever he thought about it for too long. every day that passed without your mark felt wrong and incomplete.
then the arguments started. connor became too possessive, too controlling. and every single time you reminded him that the two of you weren’t bonded— weren’t even officially dating and it only made him spiral further.
"then why are you here every night?" he snapped once, eyes wild with frustration. "why do you hold our pup like that? why do you scent my nest every damn time you sleep over if i’m supposedly just a hookup?"
"because she’s my kid too!" you shot back. "and you’re acting insane lately!" that word made something ugly flash across connor’s face.
sometimes the fights became physical. not truly violent, never enough to seriously hurt you because he could never, but enough for instincts to take over. connor was an omega, yes, but his massive build made him overpower you frighteningly easy.
once, after a particularly vicious argument, he pinned you against the floor with a growl rumbling deep in his chest.
"connor— what the fuck—"
your protest dissolved into a shaky breath when he pressed his scent gland against your neck, rubbing his scent all over you desperately. calming omega pheromones flooded the room in thick waves, meant to soothe agitated alphas into submission.
your alpha instincts dulled beneath the familiar yet overwhelming scent until your body felt heavy and dizzy. by the time you stopped resisting, the entire room already smelled overwhelmingly of both of you mingling together.
connor held you tightly afterward, breathing harshly against your shoulder like he was terrified you’d disappear if he loosened his grip even a little.
the whole room reeks of both of your scents and sex.
he was trying so hard to be patient really, you should’ve considered yourself lucky he didn’t tear another omega apart when he found out you’d started sleeping around again.
connor had only gone over to your place to drop off some baby formula. but instead, he walked into your bedroom and found another omega tangled in your sheets.
the scent hit him first. your scent all over someone else.
the omega yelped when connor barged in without warning, staring at the hulking man looming in the doorway with murderous eyes.
"what the fuck, connor?!" you shouted, immediately standing from the bed. but he ignored you completely, his eyes stayed locked on the omega instead.
"get out." the sheer threat in his voice made the other omega scramble to gather their clothes with trembling hands. connor stepped aside just enough to let them pass, muttering something low enough that only the terrified omega could hear it. whatever he said made them pale instantly before hurrying out the door.
the second the front door slammed shut, you exploded.
"what the hell is wrong with you?!"
connor turned toward you slowly, jaw tight, an unpleasant rumble through his chest.
"is this what you do now?" he asked coldly. "while i’m home taking care of your child?"
"the fuck is that supposed to mean!?"
"it means you’re being fucking irresponsible." his voice rose sharply. "running around hooking up with random omegas while i’m dealing with everything alone—"
"alone?!" you barked out a disbelieving laugh. "i’m there every fucking day, connor!"
"except when you’re here screwing strangers!"
"because we’re not bonded!" you shouted right back. "we’re not dating either! it was one night, for fuck’s sake! you’re acting like i cheated on you every other tuesday!"
silence crashed heavily between the two of you afterward.
connor’s chest rose and fell harshly. then his eyes flickered toward the nursery monitor sitting on the kitchen counter, the faint sound of your daughter fussing crackling softly through the speaker and his expression shifted instantly it was subtle yet calculated.
he lowered his gaze, shoulders sagging just enough to look wounded instead of furious. "…right," he muttered quietly. "i forgot."
your anger faltered, shoulders slumped as you took a step closer, but stop when he visibly flinched and took a step back from you, "connor—"
"i’m just the omega who got knocked up, yeah?" he laughed bitterly under his breath. "the one you play house with whenever it’s convenient." your frowned at that.
"fuck.. you know that’s not what i said..."
"isn’t it?" his voice softened is an exhausted tone, before letting out a weak whimper that make your heart clenched painfully.
he almost smiled when he smelled the scent you let out, it was a scent you let out whenever you wanted to comfort him laced into something else- guilt.
connor glanced toward the nursery again before speaking quieter this time.
"i just thought…" he swallowed hard. "maybe she deserved both her parents." guilt punched straight through your ribs and connor tried so hard to stiffle a laugh the moment he noticed it.
he finally stepped closer until his scent wrapped around you again— warm milk, cedarwood, and omega pheromones thick with distress.
"i know you never wanted this," he murmured. "but she loves you so much already." his eyes flickered toward the nursery. "so do i."
your breath caught and connor knew he had won the second your expression softened. sooner or later you will be fully his forever.
cw; noncon towards reader, omegaverse, religious themes and imagery, implications of religious abuse, noncon, boy pussy, manipulation, abuse, baby trapping
Your back hit the wooden door as the overwhelming pheromones invaded your senses. You tried to reach for the knob but you couldn't find the strength to turn it. Your legs felt weak as your instincts screamed at you. Bite, claw, mark, mate, your brain seemed to be howling at you. And on the opposite side of the room stood the one causing you to go haywire. You watched his clothes slip over his shoulder exposing his untouched neck to the open air.
--
Hours before you found yourself trapped in a little office you instead found yourself trapped in your grandparent's church. Regardless of your beliefs the last thing you wanted to do while on vacation was wake up at 7 am and sit around listening to dry old men talk about how everything is a sin. Of course it's not like you could actually say no either, it might have just killed your grandmother if you didn't go to church with her. "Maybe you'll find a nice decent omega" she'd suggested so hopefully. You didn't have the heart to tell her that you were dating another alpha back home. For the same reason you were here at church, just keep her happy and content until the end.
So you were being polite, smiling and greeting everyone she introduced you to. You were introduced to a few "nice girls" your grandma wanted you to know. Then you met him, a visiting priest named Amatore that was taking over while the usual one went on vacation. He was younger than most of the other people who attended this church but he seemed to get along with everyone immediately. All the elderly women greeted him joyfully and he would ask them about their day while the older men would give him a firm handshake and make some quick greeting. After your grandmother greeted him and introduced you, clearly hoping you would be interested in a priest closer to your age, you decided to linger a bit behind.
You stood there awkwardly for a breath before Amatore decided to speak up. "Your grandmother is a lovely woman, I've enjoyed seeing her bible studies."
You smiled back at him. "Yeah, its nice to see her again."
The priest stepped closer to you, lowering his voice slightly. "I can tell this isn't really your kind of thing... Still, I can admire doing something for your family."
"Hah... Yeah uh I don't really like this kind of stuffy 'everything is a sin' type of church. No offense." You nervously shifted on your feet.
Amatore chuckled from beside you. "Everything is a sin... Well, if that's true then weren't we all forgiven of our sins?"
You gave him a look before smiling sheepishly. "Yeah you'd think so but I remember when i visited as a kid the priest saying that dancing was the devil. I couldn't even do the cupid shuffle after that."
Amatore laughed at that, one of his hands rested on your shoulders. You could smell something sweet, almost intoxicating from him and you felt something start to tug at your mind. And then in an instant it was gone just like his hand.
"I hope my sermon will be more enjoyable." With those words he made his way to his seat. You pulled yourself together and sat with your family.
--
You felt like you were swimming in a cloud of lust and sin, your hands clawing desperately at the bare flesh in front of you. The omega in your lap was speaking, maybe even teasing you, but all words were diminished to nonsense in your state. Your tongue dragged along unmarked skin while your hips thrusted upwards trying to find the sweet scent. You knew somewhere in your mind all of this was wrong, you have a partner, you didn't want this, you're supposed to be doing something else. Every cognizant thought couldn't make its way past the fog of your rut, the haze of the sweet scent that commanded as if ordered by god to mate. The omega's hands pulled on your hair denying your teeth from finding purchase on his neck.
--
"Not yet. We are not completely free from sin, yet." Amatore was a good public speaker, you could tell immediately. The sermon barely started and he has the entire auditorium hanging onto his words.
"Recently I had someone come up to me and ask me something along the lines of 'If Jesus died for our sins why is there still a sin?' It's a good question I think." His words made you cringe a little bit with the instinctive worry of 'oh god hes talking about me'.
As his sermon went on you found yourself writing, drawing, scribbling into your bulletin board. Any small thing to stave off boredom while he went on. It wasn't a bad sermon, everyone else was certainly engaged, but you didn't really care for any of it.
As he reached the end you tuned back in to hear him saying. "The saying goes 'I would rather ask for forgiveness than permission.' but the important part is actually asking for forgiveness. To live is to sin, we will commit a thousand tiny indiscretions and sins before lunch. And Jesus will forgive us. That is why we need to humbly come before him and ask for his forgiveness. Now please stand as we come before him now."
There was a prayer and then another song and finally announcements. You were ready for lunch when everyone finally stood to leave. You followed behind your grandmother as she and your grandfather went to talk to their friends and anyone else who they didn't get to catch up with yet. You were awkwardly standing besides her while she and one of her friends gossiped when Amatore walked up to you.
"What did you think of the sermon?" He was looking right at you. One of the women answered first, complimenting him, then your grandmother followed suit.
"Uhm I found it interesting." You just nodded along.
"I was actually hoping we could continue our discussion from earlier. You don't mind if I steal him do you?" He looked at your grandmother with his charming smile.
"Oh! No go ahead! I'll meet you at the car afterwards." She patted your shoulder.
You made your way with him to his office.
--
The hand in your hair finally slipped when Amatore let out a shakey moan. You immediately buried your face in his neck, soft nips and bites at his skin. You were growling and clawing at his back with every thrust against his still clothed sex. You needed him, every inch of your body screamed with need. You didn't know how Amatore was still conscious with all the pheromones you were desperately pouring. He was blushing and still talking, mocking and chastising you, while his hands went to his pants.
"You're going to pump loads of cum into my pussy aren't you" He whispered in your ear and you understood that.
"Mm gnna breed. Full of pups." You grunted in-between thrusts.
Amatore chuckled at you before he picked himself off of you, much to your dismay. You watched him remove his pants and then the lacey white underwear that covered his soaked hairy cunt. Seeing his cute pussy made you feel like a man without water. You desperately crawled over to him and grabbed his hips roughly enough that your nails scratched him. He gasped when he noticed what you wanted.
"Mm.. I knew you were perfect." He didn't make sense but atleast he lowered his cunt onto your face.
You held onto him tight enough he might bruise while you made him ride your face. He was tugging your hair harshly while he grinded his swollen clit against your tongue up to your nose. Your tongue quickly alternated between sucking on his clit to burying into his folds. You were eating him like you were starving and he was the most delicious meal you'd ever had. The noises of your tongue fucking into him and then sloppily sucking on his clit and folds was absolutely filthy, wet and sticky and loud. Amatore pulled your hair as hard as he could.
"W-wanna cum on your cock alpha. Please-!" He cried out so sweetly, quickly losing his composure.
It was hard but eventually you managed to pry yourself away from his cunt. Your face was soaked in his juices and he leaned down to kiss you and taste himself. You don't know if he coaxed you into it or if you overpowered him but you suddenly slammed him down into the door. Your thick cock pressed against his tight cunt and you looked down at him, taking in his handsome and messy face. His hands cupped your cheeks before he pulled you down into a soft kiss.
"Its ok... Make me yours."
--
When you came to your senses hours later Amatore was crying naked and covered in marks on the floor. You couldn't remember what happened clearly, you remember smelling something sweet and then going into heat. You looked at him with panic and horror as you realized what you must have done. You ran to the small trash can in the room and emptied your stomach as he sobbed.
"You- you ruined me." He had crawled over to you, anger and pain etched on his face.
"I'm sorry I'm so-" You could barely breathe as your eyes took in the sight of his marked neck.
You knew what being marked and unmarried would mean for him. You knew what having sex before marriage meant for him regardless of his consent in the matter. You could feel yourself get sick again and you began dry heaving into the trash. Amatore was hiccuping but he still crawled closer, a tepid hand gently rubbed your back.
"I can't... I can't blame you it's my fault for being born this way..." His voice was so sad it broke your heart.
"You don't need to do anything... I'll take full resp-"
"No-!" You grabbed his shoulders your eyes full of pain. "I'll take responsibility. I'll marry you."
Amatore started to cry again before he threw himself into your arms. You held him tight as you wondered a million things. How would you explain this to your family? To your boyfriend? What were you going to do? How could you protect Amatore? All of this thoughts started to ease as you smelled the warm sweet comforting pheromones from your new omega.
Omegaeverse Graves...reader pupping him with twins, triplets, whatever, just so long as he's pupped and glowing :D
- Hawk anon
He's just so fertile it's his fault.
The shadows know about the kids but they somehow don't know that Graves is the ma, assuming he's a beta or alpha with some pretty omega gal at home.
Instead, they months later catch Graves walking around base with a slightly round belly, his husband following after him, reeking of alpha. The kind of scent that makes other alpha halt. All while cradling baby twins in one arm and a toddler in the other.
You coo and whine, trying to convince your omega to take the leave now so he can enjoy his third pregnancy at home.
