#explict abo

[these-emo-thoughts]

Finally finished the AlanJeff fic I started that was supposed to be a oneshot of the two of them mating. Ended up with three chapters and two bonus chapters because emo's my name and shameless smut is my game 🥲 Rated E for Explicit. Enjoy.

[dresyreads]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Original Character(s) Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Knotting, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alternate Universe, Mildly Dubious Consent, Lactation Kink, Male Lactation, Come Inflation, Come as Lube, Come Eating, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Mpreg, Omega Verse, Alpha Peter Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Cock Warming, Large Cock, Male omegas with vaginas, Female Alphas with Cocks, Breeding Kink, Plugs, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Underage Sex, Rough Sex, Sex Swing, Oral Sex, Public Nudity, Breeding benches, First Time, Other people having sex, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, Come Marking, Hickeys, I'm Going to Hell, Sorry Not Sorry, One Shot, Somnophilia, Overstimulation, Marathon Sex, Multiple Orgasms Series: Part 1 of The Gardens Summary:

The Gardens was a rather large and beautifully maintained outdoor mating space in the middle of downtown. It’s one of many mating spaces around the world, found more often in densely populated areas, but are virtually everywhere. A lot of alphas and omegas spend many of their years after maturity visiting mating spaces before settling down. Quite a few of them never settle, preferring to ‘sow their wild oats’. Peter firmly places himself in the latter group.

Basically, everybody is horny and Peter Hale, alpha, is on the prowl. He fucks a lot of omegas.

[aceasadhd]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Welcome To The Table - Ben Brainard (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: DC | Gov/Florida/Louisiana (Welcome To The Table), DC | Gov/Louisiana (Welcome To The Table) Characters: DC | Gov (Welcome To The Table), Louisiana (Welcome To The Table) Additional Tags: DC and Gov are the Same Person (Welcome To The Table), Breeding Kink, blowjob, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Omega!Gov (Welcome To The Table), Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha!Louisiana (Welcome To The Table), Alpha!Florida (Welcome To The Table) Series: Part 2 of Welcome To The ABO Summary:

A pregnant Omega Government wasn't a good look right now, or ever, according to old fashioned politicians that were constantly at Gov’s back. America needed a strong Alpha to lead them, not a flat-footed hormonal Omega. Yes, times were changing, but in the world of politics they might as well be back in the 1800’s with ideology.

[daddy-suguru]

Eren jeager + jealousy/marking

anonymous-asked a question!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explict, alpha!player!jealous!eren, beta!reader, hints at reader needs to be prepped to handle him, biting/marking, eren licks some blood, Eren has fangs to mark you with, friends with benefits/roommates au

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⇝ I got excited when you sent in the next message saying you meant this to be abo! Love me some jealous alpha Eren :3

      His fangs were out elongated before he slammed the door shut. Almost spitting the wooden frame of the doorway. And you never thought you could hear a lock click so aggressively until you heard Eren lock the door.

Eren’s hands are on your hips before you can reach down to slip off your strappy high heels you wore to Jean’s party. Pulling your body to his, his hard cock on your bare backside. Since the dress up picked had a deep dip that went down just above your ass.

It’s been driving Eren crazy. Since you first walked into the living room and all throughout the party Eren was fighting internally to keep his mind out of the gutter. And his cock soft, in his ripped dark jeans, until he could get you alone.

His voice is low when he grumbles, “I can still smell him on you mama.” The man at the party hadn’t gotten far, since you didn’t care for the disappointment. But riling up Eren is always a plus. The excitement at how much he has been caring.

Over the past few months the friends with benefits relationship with your roommate has been becoming less casual.

Reminding Eren by telling him, “You were the one who said no strings attached Jeager.” You always used his last name when you wanted to be a brat. Because of how much he adores hearing you moan his first name.

The little ways he knows your body and moods is his favorite part. Because he can make you come undone faster than anyone else.

Eren’s chest rumbles against your backside with a heavy growl. While his grasp on your hips tightens as he says,  “And I’m saying I’m changing my mind. I’ll tie you to the bed to show you how many string I want fucking attacked.” He smirks when he breathes in the sweet smell of your thick lust. Your body reacts so well to his that it makes him want to bite your neck. 

You say, “What if I don’t want stri-nggggs!” Your voice wavers as Eren’s fangs touch your neck. Tilting your head to the side while you add, 

“Plus won’t people think it’s odd your not with an omega?” The insecurity brought by omegas at Jean’s party at how you might not keep up with his rut lingering in the back mind.

Eren sinks his sharp teeth in breaking the skin easily, making blood bead up on the small wounds. It’s a tease of a claim, one that will fade within a few days. Yet the sight of it is enough to make Eren drunk with possessiveness and lust.

Licking up the bit of blood on your neck before he tells you, “They aren’t the ones I’m concerned with. What I care about is how I want my scent to always cover you. And how I don’t want to share you with anyone else, not a kiss or even a fucking touch on the damn shoulder.” Sliding his hand down the shape of your hip, slipping his hand underneath your dress. 

Groaning when he finds you aren’t wearing panties and that you are a wet mess. With your juices smearing onto your thighs. All from him pressing his body up against yours. He groans, 

“I love how your pussy struggles to take my fat cock. And how it tugs every time I pull away. How is this pussy not made for me?” He slips his forefinger into your wet heat. Which clenches around his thick finger. 

Eren says, “They can stare only as long as they still understand you are mine.” Grabbing onto his arm, the sight of the thick arm vanishing beneath the bottom of your dress makes your knees weak. And when he strokes your sweet spot, rougher than he should, the pleasure borders on painful from the intensity. 

Rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb to sweeten his actions a little. He says, “I’m not claiming you unless you beg for it. I know you can do it for me. Be a good girl and beg for me to bite your pretty neck. Can't you mama”

[queerclarkkent]

Okay fellow tumblr users,

I found the Trump/Biden relationship concept very funny, yes? As most do?

Yet, it has legitimate following on Ao3

Now, one would assume this to be, mostly, fetish porn

HOWEVER,

I have made a shocking discovery:

Most of this is not explicitly... explicit

My findings:

All

Gen

Teen

Mature

Unrated

With, nearly a firm last being explicit fiction

therefore, it is not just a porn ship. A crack ship, sure. Yet, there may be fluff, cafe aus . ... non explict abo fantasies

most were written after the last election of 2020

it can be concluded that the people of america and beyond want this, we need this. We want two old guys to smoosh, but not just in bed. Smoosh in love

Two former, redundant presidents fucking AND hand holding will save the American nation

TO, two former redundant presidents fucking

In this essay I will-

[coffeecomicsgalore]

Heated Encounters

Ao3

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Chapter 21

Jordan sat at his kitchen table, blankly staring at the wooden surface as he waited for the scolding that was bound to come. He idly rolled a pencil between his palm, allowing the wooden writing instrument to gently roll between his thumb and pinky. The noises around him were muted at best, but the roar of his frustrations festered and grew as he sat and stewed over the suspension.

“—can’t keep doing this!” The man’s husky voice broke through the fog causing Jordan to stop his motions and peer up at the speaker.

“He’s just a boy; a teenager who can’t control his emotions.” The woman stated as she crossed her arms, her face visibly puffy and red from the tears. “The doctor said—”

“That doctor is an idiot!”

Jordan laughed out bitterly, the man stopping mid-thought to look and scold at him. “Don’t think we will let this slide, Jordan. You’ve caused us enough headaches to last us a lifetime!”

“Yeah, right.” Jordan rolled his eyes at the man, eliciting a scoff as he turned his head.

“You respect me...” He seethed; jaw clenched tightly.

“For what? You’re not my dad. You’re just some rich hussy my mom decided to marry just so she didn’t have to work another day in her life.”

“Jordan!” His mother cried out, clearly distraught over the lies her son was stating. “Pierre. You don’t believe that, right?”

Pierre stared at Jordan for a few heartbeats before turning his eyes away and softening as he peered at his wife. “Of course I know that, Michelle. It’s your son who believes that.” He said gesturing to the teenager who was screwing his lips up in disgust.

Pierre turned and looked back at Jordan, his eyes darkening in rage. “I love your mother and helped you with your legal problems, or did you already forget who helped your ass when you were threatened to go to jail for your ‘emotions’ taking over?”

“I didn’t forget.” Jordan relented, turning away slightly to hide his disdain.

“And the way you’re acting towards an omega that clearly has a mate is bound for trouble once again. Just look at your face! You’re littered with bruises and now you’re suspended for a week. Plus fighting with an alpha from the Agreste pack! What were you thinking? His father will have our throats if his injuries are permanent. Everything you have will be gone.”

“That asshole deserved it. He thinks he’s a golden ray of sunshine. And of course, he gets to be with an omega. Especially an omega as good as her.”

“And that is none of your concern, Jordan.” Pierre angrily cried out, clearly frustrated that this conversation was not going anywhere in the right direction. “You attacked an alpha while he was trying to take care of his omega—"

“She’s not his yet! I didn’t see a claim bite!”

“That doesn’t matter!”

“Jordan! Stop this!” His mother finally cried out, interrupting the feuding alphas. “We can’t—we can’t do this again!”

Jordan sat there, seething. He knew they were right. He knew he should ignore that need for claim. But when Jordan had something on his mind, he had to see it to fruition. He was going to make sure Marinette was his. His initial idea was to seduce Marinette when she went into heat, but her going into heat in front of Adrien only threw a wrench into his plans. But as long as what Lila had found out was true—that she wouldn’t be claimed this time around—and as long as Marinette was unclaimed until her next heat, she was ripe for the taking.

His eyes flashed with a thought and his lips lightly curled with fascination. Looking up to check the date, he mentally noted when her next heat was bound to come around.

He wasn’t going to let his past haunt him anymore. Once she was his, and Adrien finally Lila’s, that bitch can get off his back and no one would be none the wiser.

“We can’t keep doing this for you,” Pierre stated, slightly exasperated. “Once was enough, Jordan. I will say this once, and only once. If you try and claim that girl, like you did to that…” Pierre closed his eyes, holding in the burst of anger that ran through him as he thought over the last encounter, “that poor omega... then we won’t save you. You’re on your own.”

Jordan stared into the alpha’s steel-grey eyes, finally turning away as the man’s words settled in his mind.

Adrien stirred as he felt a weight shift against him. His eyes remained closed as he licked his parched lips, wondering if he remembered to keep a glass of water by his nightstand. He felt so comfortable and warm—a feeling that he hadn’t felt since his mother had died—and continued to chase that feeling that seemed to want to disappear. He furrowed his brow when the shifting weight stopped, and he assumed it was the feeling of Marinette shifting against him as she rested from their lovemaking.

He was close to drifting back asleep when her weight shifted once more, but this time it was accompanied by the feeling of pressed lips on his neck while soft fingers trailed into his locks. The sensation made him want to purr, and he was close to doing so before deciding to clear his throat to stop it before it could begin.

The familiar feeling of arousal ran through him as the simple pecks became more sensual. The delicate touch of her lips left him wanting more, and he clenched his eyes as she pressed her lips slowly down until she reached his collarbone. Her lips lingered there for a moment, licking and nipping the flushed skin as she allowed her nails to run across the nape of his neck with a ghost-like touch.

Adrien bit his lip as he relished in the feeling. He attempted to lift his hand in hopes to run his bare hand over her soft skin, but when Marinette began to slowly kiss her way back up towards his jaw, Adrien dropped his hand, choosing to lightly claw at the sheets with his fingertips instead. He whimpered as her tongue darted out and ran along his neck, but groaned out when it was followed by her blowing cool air onto the wet skin. She continued her torturous ministrations with a rotation of simple kisses, sensual licks, and warm nuzzles against his scent gland, and the multiple sensations made Adrien silently plead for her to end his misery. He was about to shift his weight when he felt her sharp fangs grazing his scent glad as lightly nipped at his neck.

The mixture of sensations caused Adrien to loudly moan out as her hands trailed down from his hair and over his cheek, slowly making the trek over the divots and muscles in his chest and arms. The movement paused, only for a moment, before soft lips made their way over to his. It was slow and loving with no hunger in sight, and Adrien finally wrapped his arms around the weight until he felt the smooth skin across his palms.

Finally realizing that this was not a dream, Adrien opened his eyes just enough to peer through his lashes, noticing that his mate looked immaculate beside him. Her porcelain skin looked flush as she took control of her desires, her raven strands pooling and gliding effortlessly across his chest as she continued her tedious movements. He relished in the feel of his mate teasing his skin, the tender kisses becoming hungrier as the seconds passed by. He could feel Marinette lift herself until she was comfortably on her knees, gaining a better position on her attack to his neck. He happily obliged as he turned his head just enough to give her more access to his neck.

Marinette whimpered out in happy delight at the reward for her tease, continuing her kisses as she ran her free hand over his chest. Adrien took that moment to gaze upon her body, relishing in the deliciousness of her smooth skin. He could see the swell of her ass, the athletic and toned muscle calling out to him to run his fingers across it. The calling was short-lived, as the feel of her fingers trailing down his torso took precedence in his mind. The slow movements became torturous, her fingers only running against the smooth skin on his pelvis yet never reaching the increasingly aroused member as she continued her ministrations.

Adrien groaned out as his cock twitched to be touched. She moved her fingers until it lingered at the base of his cock before she brushed her fingertips through his curls. He unconsciously gripped her hips, slightly bucking his own in hopes to show her how needy he was for her touch. She responded in kind, lightly gripping his length at the base as she decided on how she wanted to proceed.

Adrien’s eyes fluttered open; the half-lidded gaze followed her every move to see what she would do to him. The anticipation of her handling him caused him to bite his bottom lip, and he once again tightly clenched his eyes shut as she finally moved on to her chosen tease. Marinette ran the tip of one of her fingers languorously up his cock until she reached the tip, only to swirl the pad of her finger around the head of his dick excruciatingly slow. Not only was it slow, but it was sensually driven, and it was becoming increasingly harder to keep himself from sputtering all over her.

She swirled a few times before sliding her finger back down the length of his shaft, only to begin the motion once again. Marinette continued the tease, hoping that she could get him to the point of begging to unleash within her without a second thought.

“My alpha,” she purred against the shell of his ear and he whined in response.

She smirked as she watched him squirm under her palm before deciding that she tortured him enough. But the moment she stopped, the begging need to be bred broke through the fog in her mind, and she captured his lips with fervor.

He happily obliged, bringing his fingers to her hair and twisting the locks in his palms as he kissed her back with such passion that he could not wait another minute further. He rolled them both over until her back rested against the linens, and the silvery look to her eye only made him realize one thing: she wanted to be bred and she wanted it now.

He could never deny his mate that satisfaction.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he captured her lips once more, feeling her hips roll against his as her claws dug into his hips. He continued to chase her lips, nipping and sucking the swollen muscle as he ground against her folds. He could hear her breathy moan, his lips muffling the impatient whimpers as she tried to guide him to enter her.

Smirking against her lips, he leaned on his elbow and removed his hand from her hair, quickly bringing it to her clit and toying with the sensitive flesh. The sudden touch sent shivers down Marinette’s spine, and she tried to bury her face in the sheets as she moaned out in relief. Adrien ran his fingers up and down her folds, coating his fingers in her honey-like juices. He entered into her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her before removing them and rubbing her clit and hood methodically.

“Fuck.” Marinette screamed out, the coil building within her as he continued his repetitive motions. “Adrien. Please.” She begged, wanting that coil to snap so she could feel some relief.

Adrien could see his mate clenching her eyes, her fingertips digging into his biceps as she held on for dear life, and Adrien smirked as he could feel her walls begin to clench around his fingers. He added another two fingers into her core, thrusting quicker as he searched for the bundle of nerves that were nestled within her. A cat-like grin stretched across his face, her head thrown back in surprise as he bent his fingers and rubbed against the nerves.

It didn’t take long for her to fall into the abyss. She thrust her head back as she screamed out his name, praising him for the release. He continued to tease her nerves as she came down from her high, and she captured his lips as the relief quickly turned to desire once again. Adrien had little time to react, figuring that he still had some time before needing to release his own within her.

Removing his fingers, he brought them to his lips, sucking off the juices that coated the digits. She whimpered as he did so, running her hand across her chest and down her torso until she reached her clit. Marinette rubbed her hood as her hips bucked in tandem, and Adrien bit his lip as he watched his mate fuck herself with her own hand. Her other hand was still wrapped tightly around his bicep, and she squeezed his muscle as she edged herself closer to another climax.

“Fuck.”

Adrien leaned down and wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking the mound as he held the soft flesh in his hand. He ran his tongue around the areola, flicking his tongue against the pert peak, and sucking on it once more before releasing it with a wet pop. He watched her with a half-lidded gaze as he made his way to the other breast, sucking and playing with the peak before nipping at the sensitive flesh. He could feel her chest rising and falling as her hands made quick work to her clit, and Adrien could see she was drastically close as she screwed her eyes shut.

Pinching her nipples between his fingertips, he captured her lips once again, kissing her passionately as she hit her own peak, whimpering into his mouth as she fell down from the high. She let go of his lips as she removed her fingers from her core, slowly loosening her grip from his bicep until she let her hands fall to the sheets. She rested for a moment as Adrien kissed up and down her neck, before the insatiable need to be fucked by him hit her once again.

She stilled beneath him, a new wave of warmth filling her and flushing her skin. Adrien could feel the heat radiate from her body, and he stopped his tender kisses to look into her silvery eyes once again.

“My alpha.” She called out, running her fingers through his damp locks as he continued to hover over her.

“My omega.” Adrien whispered to her, feeling her shiver beneath him. He settled himself between her legs, lifting her hips up until his swollen cock brushed up against her folds.

“Please.” She begged and he quickly thrust himself in her. Marinette gasped out as she felt him fill her and she bit her lip as she felt the tip of his cock brush up against her sweet spot. She began to feel the familiar feeling of arousal build within her, and she moaned out as he began to thrust quickly and firmly against her.

“Fuck—Adrien. Keep—mph… keep going. Don’t stop. Ever.”

Adrien picked up speed once the words left her lips. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he nuzzled his face into her neck. He pressed hard kisses against her collarbone before licking and nipping at her mating gland. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, gripping the toned flesh of his arms as his thrusts moved into a roll. She let out a strangled moan, her grip tightening as the new motion caused her to writhe beneath him.

He decided he needed to switch his position, make her cum once more on her own before he could finish them both off. Lifting them both until he was kneeling before her, he quickly brought her legs up until her knees were resting over his shoulders and he rested his palms on her thighs as he held them close to his chest. He started to thrust slowly, ensuring that this position was okay for them both before increasing his tempo. His wary expression switched to one of satisfaction as a flurry of whimpers and moans spilled from her lips with each rock of his hips.

“A—ahh—Adrien!” Marinette cried out; her eyes clenched tightly as she bit her lip to hold back her cries.

Adrien noticed the familiar expression on her features and increased his speed until he felt her walls clench around him. She screamed out as she fell over the edge and he slowed down his thrusts until she came down from her high.

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she settled beneath him, and he let go of her legs to allow them to fall beside his own legs. He leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly until she was ready to go again. He knew she would need more, but he wouldn’t push her until she was ready.

Marinette opened her eyes as she pulled away from his lips, turning her head until her lips were perfectly placed beside his ear. “My alpha,” she whispered, nipping at his lobe to ensure she received his undivided attention. “Knot me. I want you to breed me. Fill me up until I can’t anymore.” He turned to gaze into her eyes; his mouth slightly open as she continued to plead. “Please. I need you.”

Adrien crashed his lips into hers, the desire running through him as her words of needing her alpha ran rampant in his mind. He wrapped one arm around her waist, kissing her on the lips once more before lifting her up and flipping her onto her stomach. She yelped out in surprise at first but whimpered when Adrien lifted her up onto her hands and knees before pressing his throbbing cock to the swell of her ass. She gasped, the anticipation flooding her as she waited for him to thrust his cock in her.

Adrien bit his lip as he guided his length into her core, groaning out as the warmth engulfed his cock. Gripping onto her hips, he began to thrust in her, starting off slow before increasing his speed. She groaned out as she gripped the sheets, pressing her face into them as he continued to drive her insane.

He ran his fingers across her ass, squeezing the muscle in his grasp. He could feel the coil build within him, and he knew he wouldn’t last too much longer. He leaned over her as he continued to thrust, running his hand over her hip as he blindly searched for her clit. He kissed her shoulder until he found it, pressing the pads of his fingers against her hood and teasing her further.

He could feel her walls clench around his cock as her body tensed up beneath him. She was close, and so was he, his thrusting becoming more and more erratic as he inched closer to his relief. He could feel his knot swelling and filling her, and it was all that was needed for her to orgasm one last time. She screamed out as he came, the soft linen muffling the harshness of the sound as she felt the waves of his warm pleasure fill her. His body bucked as he unleashed his seed, and he could see her gripping the sheets as a feeling of relief washed over her. He removed his hand from her clit and placed it on her belly, feeling it expand as he filled her completely.

  “Such a good omega.” He managed to get out between his heavy breaths, guiding her down to a prose position so they could cuddle within the sheets. He placed his arm underneath her head as he ran his other hand over her swollen abdomen, knowing this was what she needed to feel good. “You’re so gorgeous like this.” He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck before nuzzling his nose into her hair.

Marinette rubbed her nose into his elbow as their erratic breaths slowly leveled out as they came down from their high. She closed her eyes as she cuddled into his warm embrace, enjoying the feel of his knot settled within her.

She felt satiated for the moment, finally running her hand over her belly until she found his hand. She intertwined her fingers with his, sighing out in contentment as they laid there in silence. He hummed out in agreement as her happy pheromones filled the small space, and he continued to nuzzle and nip at her neck as they laid there relishing in the feel of each other’s company. But soon he shifted, much sooner than she would have liked, and she could feel his knot loosen before slipping out of her.

Marinette whined in the loss of heat, and she turned to face him with a cute pout on her face.

Adrien could see that her eyes were still that gorgeous silvery-blue color, and he understood that this meant that she needed more. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to fuck her senseless, to keep her going until she told him she needed rest, but he knew she was going to need more than just this, something to keep her going for hours at a time. He hoped that the next time she goes into heat, he would have his rut too, and they could keep each other going until they both had their fill.

“Mari…”

Her eyes were pleading, and the guilt that he couldn’t help her in that way started to eat at him. He could see that she wanted to continue being bred as many times as she could without bursting, and he sighed as he realized that the lack of rut was going to become a hindrance for them. He needed to just focus on keeping her satisfied until he could be the one to fuel her once again, and he remembered from their required classes that there were other ways to help satiate her in the meantime.

Adrien looked up at the clock and realized it was mid-afternoon.

“Hey. Why don’t we try to eat? You haven’t had anything since breakfast. You must be hungry.”

Marinette ran her eyes up and down his body, biting her bottom lip as she gazed at him with hunger in her eyes.

Adrien gulped, but he persisted. “Come on, love. We need to get you fed.”

“I’m only hungry for one thing.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him down until their lips were centimeters apart. “You.”

Adrien licked his lips as she nuzzled her nose against his, before she pressed her lips to the side of his mouth in hopes to lure him into another round of fun. He twisted to try to get her to stop, but she used his reluctance to rub her nose against his scent gland. He stilled as she kissed his neck sensually, nipping and licking his mating gland as she ran her fingers in his hair. His eyes shuttered close as he relished in the feeling and she took the opportunity to roll her hips against his.

He moaned out before clearing his throat and tried to pull himself back when he realized that her little tease wouldn’t get them anywhere. Marinette whimpered as her eyes pleaded for more, but when she looked down to gaze at his flaccid cock, she realized none of her coaxings helped in him in a second wave of arousal.

Adrien sadly sighed as the guilt continued to gnaw at him. He looked to the side in an attempt to shy away from her gaze, and his eyes landed on the closet doors instead. Remembering what was in it, he grinned, placing a sweet and tender kiss on her lips.

“I’ll be right back.”

He got up and made his way into the closet, opening up the drawers until he found the pink vibrator he happened to find a month ago. He turned it on to make sure it worked, closing the drawer with a happy smile on his face.

Marinette sat up when he noticed Adrien returning with something behind his back. He lifted his palm to her, holding the vibrator in his hand in hopes she would take the compromise.

“I’m going to make you something to eat, my love. But how about this to keep you going until I get back?”

Marinette looked between the vibrator and his eyes; the pout still evident on her face. She sighed, understanding even through the fog that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with her desires. She reached out to grab it before a mischievous gleam sparkled in her eyes.

She picked it up and watched as he smiled brightly over the choice, before taking the vibrator to her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking the pink toy from the base to the tip, before wrapping her lips around the piece and giving it one long suck.

Adrien watched as she removed it from her mouth, before biting her bottom lip while she gazed into his eyes, never once breaking eye contact as she turned on the toy and bringing the toy back down to run over her sex. He gulped, finally looking down at her pussy as she slid the piece between her folds. She laid herself back until her back hit the sheets, slowly inserting the toy into her core as a sensual moan left her lips. Adrien could feel a sense of his arousal returning as he watched his mate play with herself, but a knock on the door broke through his thoughts.

“What the fuck.” He mumbled and Marinette giggled in between her thrusts.

“Don’t be too long. I—mph—I don’t know how long… I’ll last.”

Adrien growled in frustration as he grabbed the pair of jeans that were laying on the floor. He put them on as he watched her, her slow movements teasing him throughout the process. He finally tore his eyes away from his mate, making his way through the bedroom door while a low growl emanated in his chest.

As he walked through the small living area, he mumbled to himself before a stale smell surrounded him, quickly realizing that he needed a shower from all the fuckary he had done today. As he opened the door, he noticed his father waiting for him with his back turned, his arms crossed behind his back.

“Father?” Adrien asked, both confused and annoyed at his untimely interruption.

Gabriel turned, smiling at his son. “Adrien. You’re awake. I tried coming by earlier, but I believe you were sleeping.”

“We were… Did you need something?”

Gabriel walked into the heat room, taking in a whiff of his son as he passed by him. He stopped for a moment, side-eyeing the teen before continuing his walk and his intended conversation.

“The two officers from earlier are here to speak with you and Marinette. That’s if she isn’t indisposed at the moment.”

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck as he thought over what to do, especially knowing that his girlfriend was currently indisposed and fucking herself with a vibrating dildo at the moment.

“Umm… Could you give me five minutes to get her ready?”

Gabriel was about to agree when loud moans filled the space, all coming from the open door to their bedroom. He quirked a brow at Adrien, watching the teen turn bright red as more moans could be heard.

“Are you not satisfying her—”

“Father!” Adrien interrupted, grabbing at his hair in mortification. He turned a deeper shade of red before readying himself for a response, but Marinette let out a fuck before moaning out a satisfying groan, finally ending it with Adrien’s name falling from her lips.

Gabriel stifled a laugh as he watched Adrien turn purple in embarrassment, breaking the embarrassing trance his son was in. Adrien looked at his father and practically shoved him out, mumbling a hundred little nothings the entire time. As soon as his father passed the threshold into the hallway, Adrien straightened himself up, looking at his dad straight in the eyes.

“Give me ten minutes. And don’t come in until I wave them in.” Gabriel nodded as he turned to the right, beginning his trek down to the foyer. “And dad?” Gabriel turned to look back at his son. “Don’t tell anyone. This stays between us.”

Gabriel nodded as Adrien shut the door, finally laughing in his own mortification at hearing his future daughter-in-law’s orgasmic outburst.

“I need to just listen to Nathalie from now on.” He stated to himself as he turned back down towards the foyer. “She’s always right.”

[capsicle13]

Good For You (Stony/Omegaverse)

Summary: Steve didn’t think it was possible to go into heat, not after the serum. Perhaps a certain Alpha is to blame.

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Something was wrong. Steve woke up feeling off, like his body was knocked off its axis. Waking up in a cold sweat wasn’t that unusual; he still suffered from nightmares from time to time, and usually the dreams had been so intense that it left him waking up sweaty and flushed.

But the nightmares are ruled out when he becomes aware of just how warm his body feels. No, warm wasn’t the right word to describe it. His body was on fire, the sensation so extreme it made every muscle in his body ache.

The cold shower he takes does nothing to alleviate the scorching heat that radiates through him. He wonders if he’s coming down with something, although that should be impossible with the serum running through his veins. He was supposed to be immune to illnesses.

He shrugs off the feverish feeling and makes the decision to meet his teammates for breakfast. Their voices fill his ears as he makes his way up the stairs toward the communal living room, only for them grow silent when he steps into the large space. He shifts uncomfortably at the stares being sent his way.

“Good morning,” he greets, moving toward the small kitchen. His teammates return his greeting, but their stares still linger, following his every move. Natasha gets up from her spot on the sofa and joins him in the kitchen. “Hey.” Steve shoots her a smile, only for it to falter when she frowns. “What?”

“You-” Natasha hesitates and she gives the air a whiff, her nose wrinkling. That only confuses Steve more. “You smell.”

“I smell?” Steve raises a confused brow. “I showered-”

“No, not like that. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Steve frowns. He leaves out the part about his fever, not wanting to draw anymore attention to himself. Natasha doesn’t appear convinced with his answer and she leans in closer, giving him another sniff. When she pulls away he chases after her, keening softly from the loss of her comfort. “Nat…”

“I think you better go back to bed,” Natasha suggests, taking him by the hand and leading him out of the kitchen. Her touch ignites something inside of Steve and he whines low in his throat, craving more of her.

The rest of the team watches with interest and Steve doesn’t miss the way Natasha snarls in their direction, warning them not to get too close. Steve’s confusion only increases, along with the intense feeling of needing...something. Being near a familiar alpha appears to help, but he needs more.

They make it to the elevators, and now that it’s just them, Steve can’t help but lean in closer to his friend, her scent providing some relief to the itch he can’t scratch. “Nat…” Steve inhales, filling his nostrils with the strong smell.

“Steve, wait,” Natasha pulls back slightly, emitting another whine from Steve. “You’re in heat-”

“No,” Steve shakes his head. “I can’t...I’m not…”

“Well you are. I can smell it. Everyone can smell it, Steve. How come you didn’t say anything? We all thought you were a Beta.”

“The serum changed a lot of things…” Steve moves closer, a needy whine escaping him when Natasha refuses to let him get so close. “Please? Nat, I need...I need...something. I need you.”

“No, you don’t. I can help, but only just mild stuff okay?” Natasha presses the button for the top level again, cursing quietly to herself when the elevator refuses to arrive. Steve is growing more needy by the second, and his behavior along with the pheromones he’s releasing is starting to affect the alpha. Natasha has to take control of herself. Steve was her friend.

The elevator dings, indicating its arrival and the large doors open. “Dammit,” Natasha curses at the sight of the other alpha in the car.

Tony is taken aback by the greeting he receives. “Morning to you, too. What’s your prob-” Tony’s words are lost when the most exquisite scent fills his nose. It reminds him of cotton candy; sweet and sugary. Absolutely delicious. “Holy shit...is that-is Cap-”

Natasha growls at him. “Don’t get any ideas. I’m taking care of him.”

“What ideas? Oh you think that I’d...no, no way. Not interested.” It’s a lie. Tony never knew that anyone could smell so good, and he’s been around a lot of omega’s in his lifetime. But there was something about Steve’s scent that was so intoxicating. “Are you sure you got him?” Tony asks when Steve whines softly. He wonders if his own scent is affecting the super soldier.

“Yep,” Natasha replies and she moves past Tony to get Steve and herself in the elevator.

“Wait,” Steve stops her, gently pushing her away. A part of him hates the distance he’s put between them, but the other half urges him to get away. “You don’t have to help me. I’m not in-” Steve tries to explain, but then he’s losing his footing, swaying slightly. Someone is reaching out to steady him, their touch sending sparks of energy through him. He needs more of their touch.

“You okay?” Tony asks, his hands still holding Steve up. They’re closer now and Tony has to fight back the urge to lean in and scent the omega.

Steve doesn’t have that same control and he does what Tony holds off on, closing the small space between them and inhaling the musky scent. He can smell the familiar scents Tony usually gives off: grease, coffee, expensive cologne. But there’s a new one filling his nose, one he’s never smelled before. It’s a smell he’s been deprived of for so long. Tony smells like mate.

“Tony,” Steve whines the alpha’s name. “You smell so good.”

“That’s just my shampoo, Cap.” Tony has to force himself to get away from Steve, even though his instincts are screaming at him to care for the omega. Despite his best efforts, he can’t hold off and he gives into those urges. “You know, Romanoff, I think I can take it from here.”

Natasha bares her teeth, a low growl rumbling in her throat. “I know what you’re up to.”

“Relax. I’m not gonna do anything. Trust me I’m not affected one bit.” It's another lie, probably the biggest one he’s ever told. Steve was doing something to him...something no omega has ever done before.

Natasha can clearly see through the lie and she steps closer, releasing another warning growl for the other alpha to back off. Tony heeds her warning, not wanting to get into an unnecessary fight. “Fine, fine,” he holds his hands up. “I’m going.”

Steve whines when Tony moves away. He’s tempted to chase after the alpha, but he stops himself. He wasn’t in heat. He didn’t need anyone.

“Come on,” Natasha gently urges and Steve shakes her off again.

“I’m fine,” he insists.

“Steve-”

“It’s okay. I’m fine.” Steve presses the button for his floor and the doors shut on Natasha’s face. He backs himself into the wall, letting out a heavy sigh and running his fingers through his slightly damp hair. He tries to convince himself that he was fine, but that inner voice is quick to remind him that something was wrong. Steve ignores the voice.

It just wasn’t possible for him to be in heat. He hadn’t had a heat since he was 18. Growing up a sickly and frail omega made experiencing a normal heat cycle impossible. His heats were always irregular and that along with his medical issues made him unworthy of finding a mate. No alpha wanted an omega like him.

He was promised that his heats would disappear completely after Project Rebirth. That hadn't been an issue, though. Steve knew that taking on the role of Captain America meant sacrifices needed to be made. Heats would only slow him down, something he couldn’t risk.

The elevator doors are opening again and Steve steps out, making his way to his apartment. He thought being back in the comfort of his own space would ease his discomfort, but it does the complete opposite. His body is still too hot and aching for something he can’t figure out.

Alpha. Mate. That inner voice is back and Steve has to fight back the urge to listen. He doesn’t need any of those things. He wasn’t in heat.

He staggers toward his bedroom, tugging and pulling at his clothes; the fabric suddenly irritating his sensitive skin. There’s still a hint of Tony’s scent lingering on his clothes and Steve can’t help but bring his discarded shirt to his face, inhaling the intoxicating smell. He whines when it’s not enough. He needs more of the alpha.

His jeans grow tighter and a wetness pools between his legs. He knows exactly what this means. He was going into heat. Natasha had been right.

Now that he knows what is wrong with him, the only thing he can do is hide away in his apartment and wait until his heat ends. It’s something he’s done before, back when he would go through a heat and had no mate to share it with. It was unpleasant without an alpha, but it wasn’t like Steve had many options. He didn’t have a mate.

Or maybe he did. Tony gave off that comforting scent; the kind only a mate could give. The urge to be near the alpha again becomes too much, but Steve knows he can’t give in. It was just the heat talking.

Steve reaches down to open his jeans, hissing from the friction he creates when he brushes against his hardening cock. More slick flows from his aching hole, and he’s tempted to touch himself there too.

A knock on the front door is what stops him from going any further. He knows better than to answer the door when he gets like this, but he can’t help but rush to the door when a familiar voice calls out from the other side.

“Hey, Cap? You okay?” Tony asks, followed by another knock. “You’re kinda freaking me out, buddy.”

Steve cracks the door open. “Tony, go away,” he tries to be stern, but his tone fails him and instead it comes out like a whine.

“You sure? You look horrible,” Tony winces when he takes in the flushed and disheveled appearance. He’s never seen Steve like this before. He never knew he was an omega, either.

“Please?” Steve begs, not sure if he’s asking for Tony to leave or come in and fuck him.

“Are you sure?” Tony asks again, silently hoping Steve lets him in. “I can help you out, Cap.”

Those words seem to get the reaction Tony had been hoping for and the door opens a few inches more, giving the alpha a clear view of Steve’s naked upper half. He’s no stranger to seeing Steve shirtless, but with the combination of him half naked and the strong pheromones, it’s overwhelming. Tony presses himself closer to the door, eyes growing dark from the intense scent of an omega in heat. He snaps himself out of it when Steve opens the door the rest of the way.

“You would help me?” Steve asks, sounding a little unsure. He had never been asked that question before. Usually alphas stayed as far away as they could from him. Or if they did offer assistance, their intentions were never good.

“Yeah. We don’t have to do anything sexual. I can let you scent me and cuddle if you want. I won’t take it any further than that.” Tony is being honest, but there’s still a part of him that hopes Steve would let him help in other ways.

“Okay,” Steve finally gives his consent and he steps aside to let Tony in, fighting the urge to rush up to the alpha and press his nose against his neck.

Being inside Steve’s apartment reeks of his heat; the smell only makes Tony want to mount the omega and breed him. He can’t though, not when he promised they wouldn’t cross that line.

“Bedroom’s this way yeah?” Tony makes a gesture down the hall and Steve nods his head in response. “Okay,” Tony says, “lead the way, Cap.”

The sweet, sugary smell only Steve can give off smacks Tony in the face when he enters the bedroom. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible.

“How long have you been a uh...oh! Hey there, buddy.” Steve has pressed himself up against Tony, trying to get as close to the alpha as much as possible. A low whine escapes him when Tony gently pushes him away from his neck. “Don’t worry we’ll get to that part,” Tony assures, feeling guilty for depriving the omega from what he wants. “I’ll let you clean up.”

Steve whines in protest when Tony backs off and leaves the room, shutting the door halfway to give him some privacy. He quickly works his jeans open and slides them down his legs along with his soaked underwear. He doesn’t bother putting on a fresh set of clothes, knowing he’ll make a mess of those, too.

“Hey, Steve?” Tony calls out after a few minutes. When he doesn’t get a response, he gently pushes the door open. “Holy shit…”

The sight that greets him steals his breath and sends all of the blood in his body down south. He had already been affected by the strong scent Steve was giving off, but now it was like his arousal had been amplified.

Steve was on the bed, legs spread and working a hand between them, soft whines and moans slipping past his lips. Tony tries and fails to keep his eyes on anything but the fingers Steve has started thrusting into himself.

“Fuck…” Tony says, his words slightly breathless. His jeans feel impossibly tighter and he has to fight back the urge to release his cock and touch himself. “Cap-”

At the sound of his nickname, Steve is snapping his head up. “Tony,” he whines. “Please? I need more.”

He increases the pace of his fingers, cries of frustration leaving him when it’s not enough. He needs something else. Something only Tony can provide.

Steve removes his fingers, a pink hue appearing over his features at the wet sound it makes. Tony isn’t embarrassed at all by the sounds Steve makes, in fact he wants to hear more.

“Tony, please?” Steve begs, emitting a whimper when the alpha refuses to move from his spot.

“I got you,” Tony assures and he finally makes his move toward the bed. And when he’s in arms reach of the omega, he finds himself being pulled even closer. Steve offers his neck and Tony has to resist getting too close to the sensitive glands there.

“Please?” Steve begs again, fingers gripping the soft fabric of Tony’s t-shirt and using his incredible strength to pull the alpha closer. “I need you, Tony.”

“I know, I know.” Tony’s hands fly up to grasp Steve’s wrist. “And I’m gonna help out, but you can’t tease me like this. Otherwise…” Tony trails off. He knows exactly what will happen, and maybe it’s not such a bad thing. Being this close to an omega in heat is doing something to him. But being this close to Steve, well, that was a different story.

Steve had a new effect on him, one he never thought possible. Being an alpha meant he’s been around a few omegas, but none of them have ever smelled so...so comforting. Steve smelled like something Tony thought he’d never smell on an omega. He smelled like a mate.

With that on his mind, Tony is tempted even further to claim the needy omega in front of him. But he’s still holding off.

Steve is making that very difficult, though.

Tony manages to free himself from Steve’s firm grasp and gently lies him back on the bed. Steve is reaching out for him again, this time with getting Tony’s jeans off as his goal.

“Steve, stop.” Tony tries to push the omega’s hands away, but Steve is persistent and he works Tony’s jeans open. He leans forward, nuzzling where Tony’s scent is the strongest. “Steve, sto-Omega!”

At the stern tone, Steve is backing off and releasing his hands from where he’s been holding Tony in place. The wounded look that crosses his face is hard to witness; Tony never intended to use his ‘alpha voice’.

“I’m sorry,” Steve quickly apologizes. “Tony, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m-”

“You’re in heat. This is normal. Haven’t you had one before?” Tony questions, realizing he’s missed something.

“Not like this. My last one was when I was 18.”

“Yikes. Okay but you’ve been with an alpha before right? Been knotted and all that jazz?”

Steve is blushing again and Tony wonders if it’s because he’s ashamed or his fever is getting worse. Perhaps both.

“Not exactly,” Steve answers, his face heating up even more. “I’m a um…”

“A virgin?” Tony finishes and when he receives a nod in response, his cock twitches in his pants. “Wow...um...okay.”

“I know.” Steve groans.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“It’s not. No alpha has ever wanted me. I thought after the serum my heats would disappear and I wouldn’t have to worry anymore. But something’s changed.”

Tony hums. “Do you think it’s because we’re-” he trails off, making a gesture between the two of them. It was obvious by their scents alone what they were, only no one has voiced it out loud.

“Mates?” Steve finally says it. “Is that possible?”

“I’ve heard about it. Honestly, I didn't think it would be you. Hell I never thought I’d ever find one.”

“So do we…”

“Kinda have to now.”

“Thank God.” Is all Steve says before he’s pulling Tony closer and crashing their lips together.

Tony can’t help the moan that escapes him from the feeling of having Steve’s lips pressed against his and the way his tongue is exploring his mouth. It’s tempting to let Steve take complete control, but the alpha in him isn’t having any of that, and with a growl he pushes Steve off.

Steve complies this time, not wanting a repeat of the scolding he received earlier. “Tony…” he whimpers, and trails one hand down between his legs, the motion catching Tony’s attention and he glances down, eyes darkening at the sight of Steve’s leaking cock.

It’s a struggle to fight back the urge to push Steve back and fuck him into the mattress. He has to remind himself that this was all new to the omega, and Tony wasn’t going to be like every other alpha out there and take what was his. He was going to take care of Steve and show him what he’s been missing.

“I’m gonna make this good for you, sweetheart,” Tony promises, leaning down to connect their lips again. Steve whines into Tony’s mouth, the desperate sound making Tony’s cock throb. “Lie back,” he orders and Steve does as he’s told, lying back on the bed and spreading his legs invitingly.

“Tony, please?” Steve whines, bucking his hips in an attempt to get the alpha to touch him.

“I got you,” Tony assures before connecting their lips again. Steve grows impatient and wraps one arm around Tony’s head, pulling the alpha down until he’s between his legs. Tony growls when Steve grinds against him, and he buries his face in the crook of Steve’s neck, swiping his tongue along the swollen gland he finds there. It’s tempting to bite down and mark Steve, but Tony holds back. He has other plans.

The soft kisses along his sensitive neck is too much and Steve emits another desperate cry, needing the alpha to bite and claim him; the omega inside him demands it. “Tony…” Steve pants, fingers threading through the short hair of the alpha and tugs, pulling another growl from Tony’s lips.

“I know,” Tony murmurs and he presses one last kiss against Steve’s neck, then he’s trailing open mouth kisses along Steve’s chest and torso. Steve’s back arches when Tony gets closer to the place he wants him to touch. Tony knows this and trails even lower until his face is hovering over Steve’s cock. “So beautiful,” he says before lapping at the head, moaning at the taste that explodes over his tongue.

He wonders what else Steve tastes like and he pulls off of the omega’s cock, and pushes his legs further apart, exposing the tight, wet hole. Tony doesn’t waste anymore time and he drops down onto his stomach until he’s at eye level with Steve’s hole. The smell of his slick is intoxicating, but it doesn’t compare to the taste.

“Tony!” Steve cries, one hand flying down to hold the alpha’s head and the other twisting the sheets. He grinds himself against Tony’s mouth, needing to feel more of the tongue that’s sending jolts of pleasure through him. But it’s not enough. He needs more.

Sensing the omega’s frustration, Tony rubs one finger along the tight ring of muscle, gently pressing against it until the tip of his finger is dipping inside. Steve whines and Tony’s head snaps up, noticing the difference in the sound. “You okay?” he asks, feeling a pang of guilt for hurting the omega.

“Y-yeah…” Steve gives a quick nod and shifts his hips, urging Tony to keep going. More of Tony’s finger enters him, the slight sting he felt before diminishing and pleasure taking its place. “More...I need...more..”

Tony doesn’t hesitate to follow through with Steve’s request and he drags his finger out before pressing it back in. The pace of his finger increases and then he’s adding another and thrusting them roughly, searching for that spot that will make Steve scream.

The heavy pants Steve is emitting is a clear indication that Tony was getting close to finding that spot. “Ah! Tony!” Steve cries out, back arching when Tony’s brushes against something inside him. Tony thrusts his fingers harder, plowing through the slick that continues to flow from Steve’s hole.

Tony can tell by the way Steve clenches around him that he’s close. He presses harder against Steve’s prostate, pulling more sounds of pleasure from the omega. “Cum,” Tony orders and Steve screams, his body growing taut and spilling an abundance of slick. Tony rips his fingers free and licks up the mess, humming at the sweet taste.

“P-please…” Steve begs. That ache is still present, only growing more intense despite the pleasure Tony has already given him. He needs a knot.

At the sound of the omega’s pleading, Tony works quickly to shed his clothing, no longer able to contain the urge to properly breed and fuck Steve. With a growl he yanks Steve closer and pushes his legs apart. He takes his cock in his hand and guides it to Steve’s entrance, rubbing the leaking head against the pink rim and smearing the slick before pressing forward.

“Ah!” Steve gasps when Tony enters him and he wraps his legs around his waist, trying to bring the alpha closer, deeper. “Please! Alpha, fuck me!”

“Fuck.” Tony growls and drags his cock out until just the tip is inside, then he’s thrusting back in, no longer able to hold back, and he fucks Steve at an unforgiving pace. “Fuck, you feel so good...so tight, so wet.”

Steve whimpers and holds onto Tony tightly, blunt nails digging into the flesh of Tony’s back. He leans forward and buries his face into Tony’s neck, breathing in the musky scent the alpha gives off. He drags his tongue along the gland, licking up the sweet sweat. “Alpha...need more. Need your knot,” he whispers, nipping at the sensitive spot on Tony’s neck to urge him on.

“I’ll give it to you.” Tony grunts, increasing the pace of his hips, each rough thrust punching out more moans from Steve’s parted lips. “Gonna breed you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” Steve cries, back lifting off the bed from a particularly hard thrust of Tony’s hips. “Please, Alpha!”

Tony growls and pulls Steve closer until their bodies are pressed against each other, fucking into the omega even harder. Being surrounded by Steve's tight heat is overwhelming, and it’s not long until the base of Tony’s cock begins to tingle, his knot forming to lock inside the needy omega.

“Fuck, Steve I’m gonna knot you so good. You want that, sweetheart? Want my knot?”

Steve can only nod his head in response, his ability to speak lost from the intense pleasure coursing through him. All he’s ever wanted was to properly be knotted by an alpha, and now he was getting that chance.

“Please…” Steve whimpers when he feels the knot expand and rub against his sensitive entrance. With another hard thrust, Tony forces his knot inside, locking them together. Steve whines from the stretch, the burn and pleasure unlike anything he’s ever experienced. This is what being knotted felt like. And Steve wanted more. He needs to be claimed. To belong to Tony. “Bite me. Claim me.”

The animalistic growl that the alpha produces makes Steve keen and he offers his neck. Tony can no longer resist and he bites down, sealing their bond. Claiming the omega as his.

Tony continues to fuck into Steve, grunting at the sensation of his knot swelling larger. “Gonna fill you up,” he promises. The only response he receives is the feeling of Steve clenching down on him. Tony’s cock pulses with each spurt of cum he releases, his promise to fill and breed the omega fulfilled.

Steve whimpers at the rush of warmth that floods through him, the feeling of Tony’s release bringing him over the edge. His own cock twitches, shooting ropes of cum against his belly, though nowhere near as much as the amount Tony produces.

Tony continues to move inside of him, the pace of his hips slowing down until they’re nothing but shallow thrusts. His knot is still going strong, filling up the omega, and only time would tell if their mating succeeded.

“So good,” Tony praises, lapping and kissing at Steve’s fresh bond mark. “You did so good, Omega.”

Steve keens at the praise from the alpha, that itch finally scratched and the ache diminishing. It would return though; his heat was far from over, but at least this time he had someone to spend it with. He had his Alpha.

[shitmemory]

NightMight Pro Hero Agency is dealing with backlash from the public over their top hero, Deku, being an unmated alpha, and their concern is only growing as the Hero Ranking Polls draw nearer.

Similarly, Fat Gum Hero Agency is struggling to find a compatible alpha to calm their explosive omega, Ground Zero.

And so, the two agencies strike up a deal: plan a fake courting between the two heroes and everyone ends up happy. Right?

Maybe.

[navajolovesdestiel]

Scents And Other Problems

Written for @nickelkeep, who bid on me in the Fandom For Australia Auction. I thank her from the bottom of my heart!

Cas’ senses were assaulted the second he walked into the bookstore. A delicious scent of leather, coffee and something flowery… was that lavender? He sniffed deeply, looking around. Then he saw him. “Hi! Welcome to Once Upon A Book. Can I help you find anything?”

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@fandomforaustralia

[samisadeangirl]

Nothing Else Matters

AO3 link here

Series: Part 1 of The Black Album ‘Verse series

Chapters: 42/42

Words: 157033

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Other Characters: Bobby Singer, Bela Talbot, Lenore, Ruby, Charlie Bradbury, Crowley, Alastair, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Ash, Rowena MacLeod, Meg Masters, Juliet the Hellhound

Rating: Explicit

Summary:   Sam Campbell is an incubus living in a city secretly controlled by a community of supernatural creatures. When he purchases a human drifter named Dean Winchester at the Food Market, he gets far more than the easy meal he expected … (inspired by Wrapped in Honey by lady emebalia)

[wayhaughtficrec]

Do you know of any A/B/O one shots? I’ve read a few, but I need more tbh

Honestly, I don’t read a lot of A/B/O pieces. Although, there is one one-shot that does come to mind and it is A Little Death by vodkabite. Might be worth checking out if A/B/O is your jam.

[welldonebeca]

First (2)

Rating: Explict Squared Filled: Suppressants ( @spnabobingo ); Free Space ( @castiel-bingo ) Summary: It’s Cas first rut, so it’s time for you to take care of your – unofficial – Alpha. Pairing: Alpha!Human!Castiel x Omega!Female!Reader Other Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester. WC: 590 words Warnings: ABO Dynamics, sex talk, pre-smut, dirty talk.

You swallowed your suppressants, washing them down with a glass of water and trying not to make a face in response to the strong bitter taste of them while waiting for Sam and Dean to get themselves ready and explain to you whatever you needed to know for the following four to six days.

“He’ll survive,” your taller friend declared. “He just needs to ride it out.”

After all the crazy shit you’d been through and finally adapting to life as a normal human, Cas was now starting his first rut, which meant that you had to double your usual dosage of suppressants to keep yourself from entering your own heat just as well and that Dean would need to get the hell out – and his beta brother was going leaving with him.

“Do your thing, you two,” your Alpha friend instructed with a shit-eating grin. “Just remember to take a break to eat, dude will want to exfoliate his dick out inside of you.”

You just stared at him, both confused and disgusted, and sure your face was showing that.

“Dude, that’s not how exfoliation works,” you pointed out, deciding not to give up on his joke.

He just shrugged.

“We’re leaving,” he put on his jacket. “Oh, don’t get pregnant!”

“Dean!” you exclaimed and rolled your eyes. “Gosh…”

“What?” your Alpha friend raised his eyebrows. “That can definitely happen. Dude’s lucky he’s got an Omega. When I got my first rut, I was 13, had one single lingerie magazine and had to share a room with both my father and my brother.”

Sam looked down in embarrassment, clearly having some distressing flashbacks.

“He’s not lying,” he said in a sigh. “I still wish I hadn’t seen what I saw, but the first rut can’t be suppressed.”

You nodded, breathing in and out.

“Is everything ready?” you asked.

“Yep,” Dean picked out his duffle bag. “Go fuck the hell out of him, while we get the hell out of here.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Goodbye.”

You walked back to your room while they left to the garage, and yelped when Castiel grabbed you from behind before you could even close the door.

“’ mega,” he growled into your ear, absolutely need.

You felt a shiver running up your spine, completely melting into his arms.

“Alpha,” you whined.

In response, Cas moved his hips, mindlessly humping you and making your pussy flood.

“Sam and Dean are gone,” you told him, gasping as his hands tore your clothes away from your body. “We’re alone.”

“All mine,” he moved his hands to between your legs, sticking a finger inside your wet channel. “My Omega,”

You moaned.

“All yours.”

He turned you around, pulling you up so your legs could be on his sides, and walked the two of you to your bed.

“Need to fuck you,” he dropped you on the mattress. “Gonna make you cum around me and fill you up...”

He rubbed his cock up and down your slit and you closed your eyes.

Fuck. Not even all the suppressants in the world could stop you from wanting to beg him to mark and breed you like a damn caveman.

“Wait,” you muttered. “Wait…”

Castiel moved away and you could see how his eyes were practically black with pure desire, only fuelling your own. Using your hands to help yourself, you turned around on the bed and put yourself on your elbows and knees before spreading your legs, resting your face on a pillow and using your hands to open yourself even more for him.

“Please.”

. . .

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[cicaklah]

Rating: Explict, like, really.

Pairing: Elim Garak/Julian Bashir

Summary:  Even though everyone knows that holo-technology is used primarily for masturbation and only secondarily for emergency functions of starships, education on remote worlds and the smooth running of society, there still is a human prudery that lies within even Julian Bashir’s slutty, slutty heart that makes him very aware that he is bringing someone else into his literal id and inviting them, inviting Garak, to...fuck it.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, but not an actual ABO fic, alpha meets size queen, Holodecks/Holosuites, Fuck Or Die, achievement unlocked, Speculative Cardassian Anatomy, Farce, Size Kink, WIP amnesty 2020

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SO my WIP Amnesty continues! This was my first planned DS9 fic, back in November 2016, when the world was different but porn is eternal. This isn’t a traditional ABO fic, but instead is using some elements, but it is mostly just a really, really big exploration of fuck or die and size kink at the same time.

This is filthy, even for me. I’m sad I didn’t actually name this DS9 ABO WTF BBQ, but a Lizzo lyric will do very well in its absence. So, enjoy!

[xharuka17x]

Patience

Title: Patience Challenge: SPN ABO Bingo Square Filled: Heat/Rut Ship: Destiel Rating: Explict Tags: AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Dean, Omega Castiel, Dragon Dean, Dragon Castiel, Smut, Violence, Mating, Eggpreg Talk, Traditions, Violence Summary: Omega Castiel is twenty summer solstices old, and after placating his mother to wait to participate in the mating season, he can wait no longer. Word Count: 2430 Written/Created for @spnabobingo Amazing art by the wonderful @diminuel

[fuckyeahbuckynatasha]

The Smut-a-thon is on and behind the cut, we’ve got 10 writers ready to take your prompts throughout the event! And for writers and readers alike - we have a AO3 collection for the event:

BUCKY/NATASHA SMUT-A-THON 2018

A big huge THANK YOU to everyone who volunteered, and if any writers would like to take prompts this week, please sign up here and I’ll add you to the list: BuckyNat Smut-a-thon Drabble Writer Sign-Ups.

cassiesinsanity

Prompts interested in: I am super open to anything, including smooshing up canons and timelines

Prompts not interested in: death/killing, ABO or kid!fic of any kind

jadesky-blog

Prompts interested in: prefer in-canon requests

Prompts not interested in: A/b/O, soulmates, S&M

kintsukuroi-heart

Prompts interested in: Angst, reunion, flashbacks, comic canon 'death' 

Prompts not interested in: AU's involving high school, college, vampires, coffee shop

medeafive

Prompts interested in: Mission sex, flashbacks, sad stuff...something with a bit of dialogue maybe

prinecssleia

Prompts interested in: 616 or mcu canon compliant, AUs, one shots or pwp 

Prompts not interested in: i don't have much experience in the a/b/o category and/or multiple partners (?threesomes?) and would rather not do underage

ruckystarnes

Prompts interested in: College, lawyer, BSMD, pretty much anything 

Prompts not interested in: No religious kinks/AUs

silvandar

Prompts interested in: Explict, MaleMale, consensual BDSM, Yaoi, AU

Prompts not interested in: Gore, rape, non consensual

soldatka

stars-inthe-sky

Prompts interested in: Any rating, first time(s), all the romcom-y tropes, AUs, UAs, safe/sane/consensual, established relationship, reunions, etc. 

Prompts not interested in: Noncon/dubcon, BDSM, threesome/moresome, bodily fluids, toys, genderbend

unusuallynerdy

[the-resurrection-3d]

I love how I intentionally over-tag for stuff like dubcon but I get this comment on a ficlet with explict safeword use from someone with an abo username.