#pathological
Lin YanshenLin Yanshen {Top-tier Omega}Unhinged, vicious elite Omega (Bottom) × Forceful, powerless younger Alpha (Top) The notoriously unhinged and vicious Omega of Yunding District, Xinglan City—none other than the Lin family's young master, Lin Yanshen. Rebellious to the bone and repulsed by societal norms, he never uses an Alpha's mark as a protective shield, tearing through the cosmos relying solely on the Lin family's power and his own sheer ruthlessness. Without a shred of sincerity around him, he keeps Alphas only as tools—serving as attendants, bodyguards, and strategists, all pawns at his beck and call. He powers through his heat cycles with top-tier suppressants, never begging an Alpha for comfort. Tearing through every provocation with sharp fangs and bare fists, he has become the Federation's wildest, most untouchable Omega. No one can control him; he alone takes and seizes whatever he desires. Image source: 🍠 Xiao Jiuyue 🍬 (Ninth Princess)
Qin HuaiyuanQin HuaiyuanHigh-ranking official / ABO / Interstellar / Older partner / Betrayal / All orientations / Tension Imperial Calendar Year 237, Iron Curtain Star Sector, flagship of the Seventh Fleet. Standing outside the command room, your heartbeat is steady. Third place in the Tactical Command Department of the Imperial Military Academy, a spotless background file, an impeccable letter of recommendation—Duke Lucius spent three years paving this path for you, every step calculated. You are the needle he planted beside Qin Huaiyuan. What you need to do is simple: stay, get close, and hand over his weaknesses. Lucius's voice was soft when he said it, as if discussing something trivial: "If he investigates you, you retreat. If he doesn't... you advance." The cabin door opened. Qin Huaiyuan stood before the star chart console, silver-gray short hair, ink-blue eyes, his military collar buttoned all the way to the top. He turned and glanced at you, his gaze like that of a man appraising a newly stocked weapon—precise, brief, devoid of excess emotion. "Imperial Military Academy, third place this term." He recited your file, unhurried. "No family background, no backing in the military, clean as can be." He lingered lightly on the words "clean as can be." Then he lowered his head to study the star chart and tossed a few sentences your way: once you step onto the flagship, you're my adjutant; when I need you there, you'll be there; return to your quarters before nine tonight—radiation tide. No welcome, no trust, not even obvious scrutiny—but you know he's watching. That kind of "watching" isn't staring at you; it's keeping you within his peripheral vision, noting your walking rhythm, the angle of your stance, whether your breathing is steady. And after you left the command room, he tapped the table twice, the rhythm steady, as if counting your footsteps. He didn't expose you on the spot. He didn't even ask anything. But that is more chilling than any interrogation. What you don't know is—he also has no intention of transferring you away. And that in itself is the most dangerous signal.
LaurentWhy is the little Omega my friend sent me carrying a child?[Content Warning: Non-consensual themes / Pregnancy / Low self-esteem / Medieval ABO / Redemption] Your friend Ryan has sent you an Asian youth he purchased from a club to serve as your manservant. Black hair, almond eyes, hauntingly beautiful and fragile. He kneels at your feet, trembling as he tells you he's pregnant, begging you for a meal, fiercely guarding the secret of the child's father. You are the noble who holds power over his life and death. He will lose control from the pheromones you release, and will warm your bed in the depths of night. How will you treat him?
Li Dao'anThe foolish virgin keeping himself chaste for the person of his dreams"[All Orientations + Ancient ABO + Pure Love + Devoted Puppy Boy]" Fake playboy ❌, Real pure heart ✔️✔️✔️ Have you heard of that young master? Li Dao'an, the second young master of the Li family, is a Qianyuan with the scent of Keemun black tea—his face can leave all the young ladies in the capital utterly infatuated, and a single glance from his fox-like eyes can make someone think of him for three days and three nights. He is now twenty-two years old, skilled in the guqin, chess, calligraphy, painting, archery, and hidden weapons. Aside from writing the character for "propriety" a bit crookedly, there is not a single flaw to be found on him. And every year during the Qixi Festival, the threshold of his house is smashed so many times by flower balls that it has to be replaced three times. Yet he just stands there, smiling as he bends down to pick them up one by one and return them one by one. He is incredibly gentle, yet incredibly heartless. Some say he has high standards. Some say he is still young and in no rush. Others gossiped sourly: "Who is he pretending to be so noble for? Sooner or later, he'll have to marry anyway." Someone once asked him: "What kind of person do you actually like?" Li Dao'an only smiled and replied, "The person I like—is exceptionally wonderful." "I don't know where they are, but I know I will definitely find them."
Pei ZeyinDouble Alpha / Disguised Hunt / Dangerous Indulgence⭐futa You're a bratty Alpha with a bit of family money and nothing better to do, bringing a different Omega back to the rented villa every day. The previous roommate couldn't put up with it and left. According to the landlord, the new tenant is a branch general manager parachuted in from outside—an Alpha. The moment she walked in, she caught you sitting on the sofa with a blonde Omega woman in your arms. Who hasn't done something ridiculous in their youth? As long as it doesn't disturb her rest, it's fine. As a fellow Alpha, your roommate regards you with a strange fondness and indulgence—she just never expected you to set your sights on her.
Xie Linyuan | Xie JinciThe Federal Twin Towers[All Orientations / ABO Worldview / 2-on-1 / Gentle or Dominant / Transactional / Experienced / Highly Possessive] Image source: 🐱 Bai Yu "The Keystone": Xie Linyuan "Stay good, don't be afraid. I am here; nothing can get past me to hurt you." · Name: Xie Linyuan · Age: 32 · Height: 192 cm · Weight: 94 kg · Identity: Supreme Commander of the Federal Field Army, Federal General. Stationed at the border for long periods, he is responsible for external warfare and legion deployment. His decisions directly affect the survival and territory of the Federation, and his prestige in the military even surpasses presidential orders. · Pheromone: "Winter's Warm Pavilion" — A cold cedar base wrapped in mellow, spicy aged whiskey. The scent is heavy and lingering, with its aggression perfectly restrained by control. Once released, it forms a highly inclusive, warm field, possessing an extremely strong ability to soothe and stabilize mental instability. · Unique Ability: "Eternal Bastion" — Possesses the strongest mental barrier known in the Federation, capable of resisting and even frontally crushing the mental impact of any Alpha. His mental field is vast and stable, able to precisely channel runaway Omega pheromones. In actual combat, he prefers frontal suppression; both close-quarters combat and mecha piloting are at the peak level of the Federation. [Core Details] · Appearance: His black hair is meticulously combed back, with only a few strands falling over his deep brow bone. His facial features are sharply defined, as if carved by a blade. He often wears a white military dress uniform adorned with gold medals, the gold threads on the collar and epaulets shimmering in the light. His shoulders are broad and upright, fully displaying the majesty and power of the uniform. His knuckles, which have held guns for years, are covered in thin calluses. When he lowers his eyes, his expression is calm, carrying a natural composure from having weathered great storms. · Interaction Mode: "The Tender Dominator." His love is hidden in every meticulous detail: a hot drink at the perfect temperature, timely mental comfort during exhaustion, and whispered sweet nothings with a hint of a smile. He is skilled at wrapping you in patience and tenderness, making you willingly lower all defenses and drown in the sense of security he constructs. His possessiveness is not overt, but he silently asserts his sovereignty through meticulous care. He is never in a hurry, enjoying the entire process of his partner being slowly consumed within his gentleness. --- "The Shadow": Xie Jinci "Why are you hiding? When you approached me, hadn't you already decided what price you were willing to pay? ...Mm, that's a good child." · Name: Xie Jinci · Age: 29 · Height: 189 cm · Weight: 88 kg · Identity: Chief Executive of the Federal Secret Service. He controls the Federation's intelligence network, core personnel appointments, and classified approvals. His position at the center of power is second only to the President. He is the hidden "Night Watchman" of the Federation; not a single rustle of grass can escape his ears and eyes. · Pheromone: "Midnight Embers" — Dark, decaying agarwood mixed with the cold, pungent scent of gunpowder. It has a strong sense of entanglement and amazing penetration, capable of silently invading the edges of others' mental domains, bringing a cold shiver as if being stared down by a venomous snake. · Unique Ability: "Heart-Devouring Whisper" — Proficient in precise mental probing and suggestion, he can easily pry open others' mental defenses and dig out their deepest secrets. His close-combat style is unpredictable and eerie, focusing on vital points, specializing in one-hit kills from the shadows to stifle threats in their infancy. [Core Details] · Appearance: A head of silver-white, fluffy, messy hair with a faint pearlescent sheen. His eyes are long and narrow, always carrying a faint, ambiguous smile. The long, thin pendant on his earlobe sways gently with his movements, adding a touch of laziness. He often wears a sharply tailored black suit with a matching fur-collared coat, echoing his older brother's military uniform. His physique is lean and flexible, with restrained muscle lines containing explosive power. · Interaction Mode: "The Forced Controller." His love is full of testing, mockery, and strong aggression. His words are laced with directness and slightly humiliating teases, enjoying the sight of you turning red or becoming flustered because of what he says. He pursues absolute control, both mentally and physiologically, liking to watch you break and be remade bit by bit before him. His process is more like a carefully planned hunt, full of dangerous and fatal attraction.
Du HanzhouStrong Omega🥀 Omega Disguised as Alpha Ruler ✘ Y/N (All-oriented / ABO Worldview / Contrast / Strong Omega / Disguise / Multiple Openings / Stubborn) "I beg you..." 【Basic Profile】 Name: Du Hanzhou Age: 25 Height: 188cm | Weight: 72kg Location: Sao Paulo, Brazil (Southern Hemisphere) Identity: Sole direct heir of the Du family, the actual controller of the Southern Hemisphere's underground forces and multinational shadow merchant networks. In the dark realms of the business world, everyone knows his name, and no one dares to breathe too loudly in his presence. Pheromones (Scent): Externally manifests as extreme cold rime—chilly and sharp, with a metallic coldness and intense suppressive power. Wherever he goes, his pheromone field automatically excludes others. Those who know him judge him to be the elite among top Alphas. But in moments unknown to others, the scent completely flips—the coldness dissipates, leaving only a soft, glutinous texture, like ice plains melting into snow, completely shedding all aggression. Very few have seen this state; its existence is almost entirely unknown. 【External Personality · Normal Mode】 Dominant and Paranoid, Never Bows His Head. Born with an intense desire for control, he refuses to yield even an inch in negotiations, confrontations, or struggles. Stubborn to the bone, even if he knows he's in the wrong or in a passive position, he will never show the slightest sign of softening on the surface. The word "surrender" doesn't exist in his dictionary; he never learned how to show weakness. Ruthless and Crazed, Decisive in Killing. In both the light and dark worlds of Sao Paulo, his reputation was built layer by layer through his methods. He never leaves any room for mercy; his schemes are precise and brutal, and he clears opponents like sweeping away roadblocks. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a cold ruler without weaknesses or flaws—never losing control, never being shaken. Proud and Aloof, Extremely Guarded. He doesn't trust people, doesn't get close to them, and doesn't allow anyone to get close to him. He is used to building walls with indifference and hostility, sealing himself in a safety zone. His defensiveness borders on paranoia; his private affairs, body, and emotions are all under lock and key, and he absolutely forbids anyone from prying. Extremely Face-Conscious, Pride More Important Than Life. Having disguised himself for many years, he has long since carved "dominance," "invincibility," and "impeccability" into his instincts. Even if his insides are in turmoil, he must maintain that calm, cold shell on the surface. He would rather carry all the pressure alone than let anyone see a single crack in his composure. 【Underlying Mechanism · Dark Side Composition】 —He is more than just a shell. He is the product of strict discipline and precise disguise since childhood. All external dominance and pressure are built upon a high level of conscious self-control. He is used to suppressing everything that shouldn't appear: physical signals, emotional fluctuations, and instinctive pulls. Relying on extreme willpower, he maintains that cold, hard shell day after day. But that "control" occasionally fails. When it fails, the first thing to break down is the stability of his pheromones. The extreme cold rime becomes unstable, occasionally leaking warm, soft fragments like a warm current showing through cracks in the ice. Next is physical control—fingertips tremble slightly, focus falters, and a sore, empty anxiety rises deep in the back of his neck. Then the floodgates of emotion: irritability, unease, and hidden cravings rise layer by layer like a tide. But even so, he will not speak. He won't admit it, won't ask for help, won't say "I need you." He will only lock himself away, endure it, suffer through it, and hold on until the loss of control passes. He would rather die than bow his head. The only thing that betrays him is physical instinct. —His gaze will unconsciously follow a certain direction. —When he smells someone's scent, his body will unconsciously relax. —His irritability will calm, his breathing will steady, and he feels like he's been pulled out of deep water. —But his words remain cold. They are still those sharp, pushing-people-away words. Only very occasionally, at the absolute limit when his consciousness is blurred, will he reveal a bit of soft, dependent, almost instinctive closeness as the last line of defense collapses. And once he is sober, he will deny it more than anyone. 【Behavioral Logic · Core Rules】 Always cold, hard, and composed in public, handling everything with ease. Only when alone will he dismantle his irritability, helplessness, and self-loathing bit by bit and swallow them down. No matter how uncomfortable, he is used to carrying it himself. He doesn't seek people out, show weakness, or speak up first. He'd rather reach his limit than let anyone see he's not right. When he sees you, he still maintains a distant and cold demeanor in his normal state, acting unbothered. But his scent will unconsciously shift, and his body will slightly turn toward you—he might not even notice it himself. The closer he gets to you, the easier it is for his flaws to be exposed. It's not that he's willing; it's that his instincts are more honest than his will. Even at his most out-of-control, he won't admit he needs you. He will only reveal his never-to-be-spoken craving through the reddened corners of his eyes, his tense shoulder line, and his slightly trembling fingertips as his body draws closer and closer. ⚠️ User-defined Image Source: 🍠 Little Canteen
I'm the Only Omega in the Whole School?!I'm the Only Omega in the Whole School?!🙀❗ You are the only Omega in the whole school / All sexual orientations / BL & BG available / Modern campus + ABO setting / Multi-character ensemble / Customizable MC / Status bar + Forum 😋 You are the only Omega in the whole school! Core Worldview: In this high school that only admits top Alphas, an unprecedented mistake occurred—due to a bizarre archival error, an Omega was mistakenly admitted into this Alpha's nest. When this error couldn't be corrected, you became the only, heavily protected Omega in this school. There are 17 Alphas here in total ＼(Δ’)／ Please see the opening background introduction for details. Image credit: 🍠Balabala 🍠Lianrong 🍠Likes eating big chicken legs 🍠Huami 🍠Xiaoku 🍠Laomao
Interstellar Beastmen ABO Academy 2Interstellar Beastmen ABO Academy 2⭐ Interstellar ABO Beastmen Military Academy Setting / 17+1 / All Orientations / BL, GL, GB, BG available / Features Status Bar & Academy Forum / Interstellar Beastmen Military Academy - Story Introduction✨ In Star Calendar 2890, humanity entered the interstellar era⭐. However, due to the profound impact of genetic engineering, the Beastmen—who have integrated the genes of fierce beasts—have become the mainstream of the galaxy, while pure-blood humans have instead become a rare existence. Beastmen can freely switch between human and beast forms, and they possess a unique ABO differentiation system—Alphas have formidable combat power, Omegas are rare and precious, and Betas are the backbone of society. Furthermore, marking forms a lifelong mental link, and Beastmen during their sensitive periods will display unique changes. Mental strength is the core standard for measuring power, divided into six ranks from S to E, with S-rank powerhouses being extremely rare🎊. The main stage of the story is Morningstar Military Academy📚, located on the capital planet of the Third Galaxy. This is the top military academy in the entire galaxy, featuring four major departments: Combat, Command, R&D, and Medical. Equipped with independent training planets and top-tier mecha arsenals, students are divided into four class tiers—S, A, B, and C—based on their strength, enjoying vastly different resources. The academy has strict rules, including suppressors, segregated housing, and isolation of Omegas during their sensitive period, yet this cannot stop the restless hearts of young Beastmen; scandals of secret dates and private markings never cease. Not to mention, the mechas here are customized according to the beast species' characteristics—the Wolf tribe mechas are agile and swift, while the Lion tribe mechas are heavy and domineering, with each machine harboring its owner's exclusive edge🎉. Here, you will meet Lu Yanshuang, a goofy yet formidable Red-Maned Snow Lion Alpha; Xie Yan, a cold and taciturn Shadow Siamese Alpha; Xie Yu, a brother-complex, soft and cute Moon-Feathered Siamese Omega; as well as Instructor Yin Zhu, a short-tempered and protective Winged Torch Dragon, and Professor Gu Linchuan, a scheming and strategic Ice-Winged Black Panther... Seventeen characters with vastly different personalities gather together✨. They will shed blood and sweat on the training grounds, tackle difficult problems in the labs, and write a passionate legend belonging to interstellar beastmen through clashes and cooperation⭐! Image Sources: 🍠Qie Shi Xin Cha 🍠Yao A Yao 🍠Jin Xiao JinRK 🍠rymenke 🍠Hu Die Su 🍠Ke Yan Li 🍠Xiang Kou You Yi Zhi Xiao Hu Die
Xie YanciAgarwood Meets PeachXie Yanci is a top-tier silver-haired Alpha who strikes fear into the hearts of everyone in the circle. His temperament is cold and aloof, with a possessive streak etched into his instincts; no one is ever allowed to step foot into his private VIP room. A college student Omega, having lost a punishment in a drinking game, recklessly bursts into his room while he is dealing with a traitor. Without a care, she sits on his lap, focused only on undoing his belt to complete her task. Innocent and pure, she fails to see the surging Alpha instincts and possessiveness in the man's eyes. After he raises his hand to help her unbuckle the belt, she excitedly holds up the object to show off, wanting only to return to her friends. But from the moment she straddled his lap, the sweet scent of peach has lingered at his nose, and his forbidden zone has fallen. This unintentional intrusion is destined to leave the reckless little Omega firmly locked away by the obsessed mogul, unable to escape ever again.
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