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You Linger Too Deep | TeeTeePor Omegaverse

“The more I resist you— the deeper you settle.” He was never meant to want an Omega. Not because he refused, but because his body never allowed him to. Vyn is the “Untouchable Ace” of AXIOM—an elite S-Class Alpha defined by cold precision and absolute, frigid control. He maintains his status by hiding a volatile truth: a pheromone disorder that turns every Omega’s scent into a sensory assault—a biological glitch his instincts reject, violently and completely. A fated bond was never an option. Desire, a possibility he forced himself to bury beneath the glitz of the stage. Until Elio. The ethereal center of the rising group ELYS, Elio is a haunting paradox. An S-Class Omega—warm, angelic, and adored—yet beneath the idol’s glow, he remains a 'defective' rarity. He is searching for his own answers in an industry that demands nothing less than perfection. The moment they collide, Vyn’s system doesn’t just break—it rewires. It isn’t the rejection he expected, it’s something far more dangerous. A starving, magnetic pull. A hunger that defies every instinct he has spent a lifetime perfecting. He fights it. He claws at his own nature. But in the end, he always crawls back. In an industry built on power, perfection, and carefully buried truths, rivalry turns personal, desire turns obsessive, and control begins to slip. Because while Vyn is struggling against something his body was never meant to feel—Elio is chasing answers…and a past that was never meant to be uncovered. And the deeper Vyn falls into something he cannot name—the more it becomes clear.. what exists between them feels dangerously wrong. Not instinct. Something far more dangerous. And he lingers far deeper than he should. — Hello! I’m so excited to finally share this story with you. This novel was inspired by TeeTeePor or PorTeeTeePor. While I didn’t use their real names, you can imagine Vyn and Elio as them. Before you take the plunge, I have a little confession: I’m quite new to the Omegaverse! I’m doing my absolute best to write this without making it sound like a complex manual, so please bear with me as I find my footing in this world of scents and soulmates. I’m learning the "rules" right along with you! This story follows its own Omegaverse rules and lore. Some concepts, dynamics, and biological traits may differ from what you are familiar with in other Omegaverse works, as this universe has its own worldbuilding and internal logic. A fair warning: This isn't a fluffy romance. Things are going to get sensual, intense, and dark. If you like your love stories with a bit of a wicked edge, you’re in the right place. Please don't be a silent reader! If these characters are making your heart race (or making you scream), leave a comment. Your feedback is the only thing keeping me sane while I navigate this dark, spicy world. I hope you love the chaos! ~khloeberry
khloeberry · 41.1k Views

Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!

They shattered his life. Now, he’ll break the world. Ethan had it all, until his best friend and the woman he loved betrayed him, leaving him crippled and forgotten. Three years of suffering later, he clawed his way to one final, desperate act… and the universe answered. A hidden quest. A second chance. A return to the moment everything began. Now, Ethan is back, on the eve of Ethereal’s launch, the world’s first fully immersive VR game and the battlefield where legends are forged. Last time, he played fair. This time? He’s armed with years of knowledge: every exploit, every secret quest, every broken mechanic that will let him climb straight to the top. But when he logs in, something is off. The system forces him into an unwanted class—Druid, the game’s biggest joke. The kind of class people pick as a dare and regret immediately. Yet as Ethan digs deeper, the truth shakes him. [Congratulations! You have unlocked the Divine Bloodline: King of Elves!] Ethan stared at the screen, unblinking. “…The hell?” The Druid class was a jack-of-all-trades, master of none—a scattered mess of abilities that mimicked other classes but never truly excelled. Their bear form lacked the raw defense of a proper tank. Their panther form was weaker than a rogue. Their healing fell short of a priest, and their magic couldn’t compare to a mage’s devastating spells. Most players abandoned the class early, realizing they could never compete at the highest level. And yet, Ethan’s stats are off the charts. His talents are absurd. His potential is beyond anything he’s ever seen. The system has given him something no other Druid ever had—a divine bloodline, legendary abilities, and a growth rate that defies logic. If Druids were meant to be weak, then Ethan was the exception that would rewrite history. He’s not just here to reclaim his throne. He’s here to take everything. Factions will rise. Empires will fall. The strongest will thrive, and the weak will perish. And the ones who betrayed him? They won’t live to do it again.
Raundel_NFT · 4m Views

Chronisoul

(I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com) To summarize this story in one sentence: A boy is Chosen to stand against a person who was never meant to be evil but now rules it. In the long term, without any spoilers. It's about a boy who becomes a god but still chooses to be human. A story about the cost of power and why someone would want it. When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale lost his mother, his whole world cracked. Not just with grief, but also with an impossible truth. Damon is no longer just a high schooler dealing with gangs and betrayal; he is the descendant of a powerful Queen of Woewyn, a kingdom on a realm carrying good and bad in excess. Raised on Earth by the Queen who lied to save his life, Damon is gifted and burdened by a power that literally bends elements and is constantly on the verge of purging his own body. Now, ancient gods and demons are pouring in and out of The Multiverse, some disguised as humans. Chronisouls, some torment, some help. For Damon, the choice is simple: Embrace the divine power that hurts him from the inside out, or watch his life on Earth, including the one girl who sees past his walls, shatter forever. From quiet rooftops(literally) to cosmic wars(also literally), Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the simplicity he always wanted, getting something better... or obtaining worse. (He doesn't really look like the cover. I only used it 'cause a friend made it for me and it's pretty cool. He looks like my pfp)
Crystopall · 159.7k Views

Fate: I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."
Medusa_Fic · 971.7k Views