#heat sex

[waterme-stories]

This little oneshot got two more chapters! I'm really happy with how the whole thing turned out :3

13.5k, E, Poolverine, Omega Logan, Soft Dom Wade, Heat Sex, Small Dick Appreciation, Subdrop, Aftercare

They hadn’t talked about it, was the thing. Hadn’t talked about the things Wade had done with Logan’s… thing. Hadn’t talked about how much Logan had liked those things. Now here he was, sweaty and horny and curled up in a totally heroic ball of misery. And Wade, that fucker, was kissing sweetly at Logan’s face like this whole thing wasn’t his goddamn fault. Like he’d never done a single thing wrong in his entire obnoxious life. Like nuzzling at Logan’s neck was a completely normal thing to do and definitely not a thing that made an omega in heat think wedding colors. ~ (Logan goes into heat following the events of “Small Cultural Differences.” Wade continues to be super nice about it. That's it, that’s the fic.)

[madammidnightsblog]

Omega’s Heats

Omega Naruto

Warning: female alpha with a dick. Sex and shit like that

His heats are irregular and hits very strong which always leaves him weak and incapable to move on his own really

Poor Naruto is stuck having to rely on his alpha but that makes it easier for his alpha, making him free to drag around and bend in any position his alpha desire

He personally loves having his alpha under him and helping him bounce until their knot is buried in his sopping hole

He wants to be taken in a public area so any alpha, omega, or beta finds him being a needy whore for his alpha and forced to stare at them as he cums

Please please please make him cockwarm until his is babbling incoherently about being fucked until he is full his alpha’s cum and squirming

Huge on breeding

Wants, no needs, to be full and round with your pups

Rocking his hips and purring out ‘alpha’ and acting like a whore whenever he gets on top

His alpha will have his legs against his own shoulders and their dick buried deep into his ass but he will cry it won’t be enough, being a needy slut that can’t make up his mind on how he wants to be fucked

Even though he wants to fuck in public, he will cry and beg to be in his nest so he can be comfortable and keep you all to himself

Will say anything to get his alpha mad and fuck him until he passes out

[cyberrat]

87th Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Alastor/Husk – Part ½ – heat; hate sex – Alastor is not above the needs of his own body as much as he would love to think that he is.

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Husk slams Alastor against the wall, his large paw around the radio demon’s throat, claws digging into his skin. He’s in his face, close enough that Alastor can feel the kitty’s breath brushing against his face as he growls. His pupils are tiny slits of agitation, tail writhing behind him.

“You dare to fucking come here, smelling like that?!”

Husk’s voice is barely above a rumble. He looks powerful in his anger; like he could turn into his true demon form any second now – if Alastor weren’t holding such a tight reign over his soul.

“Husker, dear… see it as the compliment that it is. Who else could I trust with-”

Husk’s fist curls tighter around his neck, cutting off his air flow and forcing him to fall silent.

“Shut the fuck up.” Husk narrows his eyes. He seems to think for a moment, looking around the empty bar. It’s too late for anybody to be around at this time of night. “You waited until now, didn’t you? You smell like you’ve been in heat for hours. Fuck.”

Alastor’s ever-present smile turns a tad grim. He shrugs his shoulders, but he can’t say anything and the edges of his vision start turning a little dark-

Husk jerks him away from the wall. He lets go of Alastor’s throat but he is slammed across the bar just a second later, leaving him with very little breath still.

“Go on,” Alastor goads softly. His tail has been up and eager from the very beginning, but now he slowly lifts his hips as well, even though he finds it quite tasteless to show his subordinate how he has been soaking through his garments. “You know this is the only time I will let you get away with this.”

Husk growls again. The sound is vibrating through Alastor this time, making him feel even more brittle than he has before. Like he will shatter apart at any moment.

He hates feeling like this. He hates craving to feel like this; vulnerable and hot, his insides swollen to the point that his belly actually feels distended. He hates being reduced to this base, graceless creature. But even more than that he hates being at the complete mercy of someone else.

It does not suit him to be-

Husk cuts off his train of thought with claws hooking into the back of his dress pants and ripping them down to about Alastor’s mid thighs.

Alastor folds his ears against his head, a hiss escaping through his tightly clenched teeth. The air in the lobby of the hotel feels all too cool against his swollen hole.

“Shit. You’re dripping.”

Alastor’s blood burns with humiliation as his body reacts eagerly, pushing out even more slick that drips down into the soft fur of his taint. Husk makes a sound like he is disgusted. Maybe he is. But his body is all too eager, rising to the occasion.

Of course it is. These base creatures are nothing but slaves to their own biology. Not like Alastor who…

…who…

…is currently deeply in the throes of Heat and can’t help but muffle a mewl into his forearm, teeth digging into his own flesh like razor blades.

Husk digs his claws into the hair on the back of Alastor’s head, pulling it back and leaning close over his back, letting him feel his cock pressing against the furry cheek of his ass. So close and yet so far…

“You need this,” Husk says in a low voice, speaking right against one of Alastor’s flicking ears. “So for tonight I have the upper hand. If you want me to put it in and fuck the devil out of you, you should be very nice to me, you know that, don’t you? In fact, you should call me sir for the duration.”

Alastor’s grinning mouth trembles slightly. His fingers flex, claws starting to dig into the soft wood of the bar.

“I am sure you do not mean that… Husker,” he says in a low, threatening voice. He can see his shadow just about from the corner of his eyes. It is dancing, the stupid little thing; thoroughly enjoying this oh-so-rare moment in which its body will finally do what it can’t do for itself.

That Husk is being thoroughly unreasonable does not seem to matter to the brainless thing.

Husk still has a tight hold of Alastor’s hair and he is pulling on it just a little tighter until the radio demon’s spine is arched in an uncomfortable arc.

“Let me see… I could call Angel to fuck your brains out. He’s got all the know-how for that. Or I could shoot a message to that fuck-awful TV demon that’s got the hots for you for forever. You don’t need me, after all. You just need a cock.”

To emphasize his point, Husker thrusts slowly, dragging that warm, barbed length through the plush fur of Alastor’s ass cheek. It would make it rather difficult to think, all in all, if there weren’t alarm bells ringing in his head so loud it makes it feel like splitting open.

His ears jerk into an upright position, giving away his immediate discomfort.

“You would not dare. I will make your life an absolute Hell if you-”

Husk shakes him like a wet rag, giving him yet another wholly unsatisfying thrust and forcing Alastor’s body into presenting even harder on just a stupid animal need.

The slick dripping from his swollen hole feels thicker now. Creamy. He absolutely needs to be bred-

“My life already is Hell, thanks to you and… oh shit – being in literal Hell. If ya wanna kill me, be my guest and do so. You’ll be doin’ me a favor.” Alastor can’t see Husk’s small, self-satisfied grin, but he can hear it in his voice when he rumbles nice and low: “So… what’s it gonna be?”

Alastor’s claws dig deeper grooves into the bar’s wood. He narrows his eyes, staring doggedly ahead and trembling intermittently. When he does not answer quick enough, Husker hums and starts to let go of him.

“Alrighty, then-”

“No! No.” Alastor throws his hips back, desperately searching for the hips of the other demon. They’re right there; warm and sturdy and ready for him to grind his ass against. His eyes start to roll into his head just from the sensation of getting to rub his sensitive, heat swollen hole against Husk’s soft fur. “I-I’ll be… g-good.” It sounds like he is choking on the word. But his inhibitions are starting to fall away as is; and his shadow is not helping it any.

It keeps caressing his body with eager, trembling fingers, slipping beneath his waist coat and trying to pluck on the nipples running down his torso.

“Please, Husker. Sir.”

“Hmn. There you go. I don’t really go for scrawny fucks like you, but I guess it’s your lucky day. I’m just drunk enough to not give a shit.”

Husker is not really the type to be vindictive with just about anybody… but luckily he is more than happy to show Alastor his place – and just about powerful enough still to manage to do so.

He’s the perfect candidate.

Alastor hides his smug smirk in his palm as he shuffles his feet apart a little and wags his tail in an invite.

[knoxic]

fellow omegas, here's a nest inspo for your next heat🥰

[feychild1225]

Omegaverse chapter 2 up

[zationao3]

Two for one, ch 9

The one where Dean sets out to buy a Were, ends up with two, and in the end gets more than he could have wished for.

Chapter 9

In which we meet the pup for the first time and Dean’s feelings for Cas reach painful heights, and Sam is supportive as fuck

[waterme-stories]

New fic! Continuation of a fic that stuck with me by BoredomBeckons. Just a lil something soft and nice <3

Poolverine, Explicit, Omega Logan, Soft Dom Wade, Heat Sex, Small Dick Appreciation

They hadn’t talked about it, was the thing.

Hadn’t talked about the things Wade had done with Logan’s… thing. Hadn’t talked about how much Logan had liked those things.

Now here he was, sweaty and horny and curled up in a totally heroic ball of misery. And Wade, that fucker, was kissing sweetly at Logan’s face like this whole thing wasn’t his goddamn fault. Like he’d never done a single thing wrong in his entire obnoxious life. Like nuzzling at Logan’s neck was a completely normal thing to do and definitely not a thing that made an omega in heat think wedding colors.

~

(Logan goes into heat following the events of “Small Cultural Differences.” Wade continues to be super nice about it. That's it, that’s the fic.)

[cyberrat]

87th Batch Of Fics: 12th Fill

Alastor/Husk – Part 2/2 – hate sex; heat sex – Even when getting hate fucked Alastor somehow manages to get out on top? What's that about?

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Alastor isn’t like them. He isn’t like those horny masses, those animals that can’t walk three steps without thinking about when they might be able to get their next gratification from. He is better than them. He does not need any of these trappings, his mind is clear, he can scheme and plan and not be bound to any base urges that will trip him up because of unnecessary feelings.

Except when he’s in heat, he absolutely, definitely is one of them. He realizes that every time anew. It’s so easy to forget when he is two months out of heat and he crushes Husker beneath his heel for something-or-other.

But it’s also so easy to be reminded of it when he is speared on the barbed cock of his kitty cat and fucked so fast and so hard that tears of overstimulation are itching at the corners of his eyes and his whole body is burning up with desperate, pathetic need.

A need that he doesn’t usually feel. Only when his own biology is betraying him. When his insides produce so much slick that it is seeping through his clothes, and his skin becomes so sensitive that it feels like it will soon split open to let everybody see his tender, swollen insides.

He’s whining as Husker fucks him; punched out and high-pitched with sharp static making it warble every now and then – but Husk has no empathy for his distress. There is not a word of comfort, nor a gentle lick grooming his hair after it’s been left horribly disheveled from Husk’s harsh grip.

No, all Husker does is to fuck him even harder. He’s rammed his claws into the soft wood of the bar right next to Alastor’s scrabbling fingers and is digging them in deeper and deeper by the minute. His voice is deep and strained sounding, fucking him in bone rattling, teeth-clacking thrusts that rush through Alastor’s body like the tremors of an earthquake.

“Take it-” Husker’s voice is growling right next to Alastor’s ear. It sends sharp, brittle tremors of arousal down his spine and makes his deer tail press harder against the cat’s lower stomach. “Take my fuckin’ cock you goddamn asshole- Take it and shut the fuck up for once in your miserable, grinning afterlife-”

He keeps fucking Alastor as he spews his filth. The hate radiating off of Husker is palpable, and yet all it manages to do is twist Alastor up into a tighter, needier ball of arousal. He feels like prey at the mercy of the predator and that’s such an insanely new and exciting feeling that he literally can’t help how his cock dribbles with submissive need and his insides squeeze down on Husk tight enough to make him grunt and rear back his head.

“That doin’ it for you, you freak?” the other grits out through his teeth. “You get off on someone finally showing you your damn place?!”

Husker rams in harder, bruising Alastor’s hips against the rounded edge of the bar and forcing a rough cry of distress out of the radio demon. He couldn’t even say where it came from. It just sounds so… guttural, even to his own ears, as his heart pumps hard and fast in his chest all of a sudden. It’s like Husker finally found the right button to push, though Alastor couldn’t say what exactly that button was.

From how Husker remains quiet for a second, he seems to be just as confused as the other, though he gathers himself far quicker than Alastor could in his current sorry state that he finds himself in.

He makes a sound of disgust, his chest pressing against Alastor’s back as he picks up his thrusts again. With every outward motion the fine barbs on his cock fan open and make his shaft feel immediately double as big as it actually is.

It’s going to drive Alastor insane. His fur is standing on end, his insides squeezing down desperately, trying to milk the feline cock but unable to really get a good grip on it due to its… unique traits. It’s thoroughly frustrating and, paired with the fact that Husker does not give a single fuck about his pleasure and comfort, exactly what Alastor needs in that moment.

He keens softly, his body still trying to endear himself to the old tomcat. What he is rewarded with are Husker’s teeth in the back of his neck, digging in where his fur starts in earnest and giving him a sharp point of pain to focus on.

His hips snap against Alastor, intent on fucking the attitude out of him, he is sure… if only Husk knew that what he is doing is feeding right into the radio demon’s ego.

If he can’t work against his own body’s pitiful biological needs, then Alastor will simply move with the punches. He closes his eyes, a trembling grin on his face as he curls his hands around Husker’s wrists and holds on for dear life. He attempts to somewhat pull away from the scruffing bite the tomcat has on him, though only to feel him slice into his skin and draw blood.

Husk, as expected, just goes along with it. It must feel to him as if his prey has capitulated in the face of his assault. Like he’s caught himself a nice little deer in heat and will be able to go in for the kill at any moment now.

His hips smack against Alastor’s ass in a fast staccato. If it weren’t for their fur, he is sure that it would produce quite the filthy background noise. In lieu of the fast plap plap plap, the air is filled with Husk’s low, angry growls – as well as the wet sounds of his cock drilling Alastor deep and desperate.

An absolute shame that he would have to debase himself thusly – but goodness the feeling of Husk’s cock reaming his passage, swollen and oversensitive with heat… Alastor could almost understand why so many of these imbeciles are slaves to their own bodily needs.

“Take it. T-Take it- fuck-”

Alastor closes his eyes, drool and blood trailing down his chin. His muscles ache from the manic grin stretched over his face and yet he makes himself talk anyway: “Sir, please- more!”

It’s a genius stroke on his part, of course. He can feel Husker’s hips stuttering as he briefly loses his own rhythm, then hisses low, vile expletives under his breath. He stops clutching at the bar and instead wraps his arms around Alastor’s waist, holding him in a tight, near inescapable grip as he grinds his cock into the tight, wet clutch of his hole.

He bites him again when he comes, teeth piercing through Alastor’s shoulder and pushing him over the edge as well.

It is absolute bliss… finally being able to release this pressure that had been driving him up the walls of his own domain for the past hours.

His eyes roll up into his skull, his tail trembling where it is pressed against Husker’s stomach. Husk is growling in triumph – but it is Alastor who is smiling.

[fluffylino]

angry sex with mean!dom minho

things get heated when the two of yall decide to have a petty argument.

-contains mature themes (minho is mean but its all consensual...sir kink?!?!?)

minho's pissed.

you're pissed.

the atmosphere in the apartment is beyond unimaginable. you came back from university, in a bad mood. sometimes people merely existing made you angry.

you couldn't explain it but you weren't in a great mood at all, and you weren't in the mood to try and make yourself calm down.

minho comes home, half an hour later. quietly entering and slamming the front door behind him.

not even bothering to keep his keys on the glass table with more care. walking right past you to the bedroom.

he has that look on his face when he joins you in the kitchen. drinking the water you had poured for him absentmindedly.

"wash the glass, will you" you mutter, sighing in exasperation. you knew this would only make things worse.

"what?" and his tone gets laced with irritation.

"i had a bad day, okay and i'm not in a good mood" you say to him. leaning back on the fridge.

"yeah? you think i'm not having a fucked up day too?" he spits back, crossing his arms, ready for battle.

"i never said that. stop being so bitchy"

"fix your attitude." minho warns. looking down at his feet before rolling his eyes at your behaviour.

"stop rolling your eyes at me" pointing a finger at him in annoyance.

"don't point a finger at me"

raising an eyebrow at you with a challenging look in his eyes.

"why don't you just go pick a fight with chan or seungmin"

you seethe out, not wanting to argue. if the two of you got more time to calm your nerves this wouldn't have happened.

"pick a fight? what the fuck"

he mutters under his breath. and it makes your eyes burn with tears. now he's mad at you.

"what fucking attitude do i have. i'm sick of dealing with people"

you raise your voice, exhaling heavily.

"and you think i'm not? i just had dance practice for nearly six hours and they told me i needed to do better"

minho says through gritted teeth. running his fingers through his messy hair.

"maybe you do need to do better" you snark back. wanting to get on his nerves just for the hell of it.

"watch what you say."

he warns for the second time and you take it as a challenge.

"or what? you're going to give me a lecture on how to..."

bringing your hands up to gesture quotation marks

"...fix my attitude?"

.

🐱

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"not gonna fight back huh." your mouth opens to curse at him. and he uses it as the opportunity to pull you back.

ramming himself deeper into you.

"fucking brat"

minho grits out, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides. grip strong enough to have him holding you up singlehandedly if he wanted to.

"took it too far. i'm a bitch?" his voice shakes when your arms give in. falling face down into the sheets. back arched and ass up. the position makes things more sensitive.

"answer me."

you can't. teething at the pillow while you fisted at the soft bedsheets beside you. trying to ground yourself.

the feeling of his length pushing in and out of you with slow hard thrusts. torturing himself just to torture you.

"answer." eyes widening at the way he lays a sharp slap over your cunt. all while pulling out all the way.

"me."

sliding past your swollen walls with a filthy squelch. his force strong enough to have your whole body jerk forward. gasping in ecstasy.

you shake your head. or atleast try to, eyes rolling back at the strength he uses to meanly shove your thighs even further apart.

till you're practically presenting to him.

"open that smart ass mouth and use your fucking words." his tone dropping. theres a heartbeat of silence as he gives you a few seconds to answer him.

"ah- m-minnie"

moaning embarassingly loud when he slides his hand down the curve of your back. tugging a fistful of your hair, forcing you up on your arms. till you're on your fours.

"minnie? its sir to you. you don't deserve to even call me minho."

scalp burning with a mix of pain and pleasure.

your mind buzzing when he also gets on his fours. body pressing into yours from above.

"who's a bitch now"

minho says in your ear. brushing his lips against your earlobe. it sends a wave of heat straight to your cunt. throbbing uncontrollably around his dick.

the position has you thinking of how pathetic you are. cursing him out, only to be fucked like a dog from behind.

"are you my needy little bitch" hooking his chin on your shoulder. his arms on either side of yours.

thick thighs framing your smaller ones. you feel small under him. small and weak.

"y-yes sir" whispering softly. chest burning with humiliation. he clicks his tongue. not satisfied.

"speak up, mutt."

"yes sir...m'your needy bitch"

fucking the sentence out of you, in a way that has you breathless. arms trembling as you struggle to hold yourself up.

"taking it like you're in heat."

slowing his thrusts to roll his hips into yours. hitting that spongey spot that has you keening for him.

"next time you act like a fucking brat, don't expect me to be this kind"

he warns, subtly rubbing at the redness on your sides from how hard he was gripping your waist.

you nod vigorously. quietly mumbling apologies.

"is my needy puppy gonna take me all the way in her tight wet cunt hm"

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"if i'm your bitch, you're my bitch" you whisper, lightly smacking him on the chest.

"i never said i wasn't a bitch" minho smirks, successfully teasing you.

"y'know i love you, right baby?" he mumbles, kissing your cheek lovingly.

"you're my cute little puppygirl or WAIT MY KITTY CAT!!!"

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tada!

[on-a-lucky-tide]

cw: omegaverse

Having thoughts about dominant omega Price who helps his lads through their ruts because he's a pragmatist. He's clean, he won't get knocked up because he has that shit on lockdown, and the bloody muppets won't go biting some pretty little thing in the local villages, causing all sorts of issues. It's all part of the greater good schtick he has going on.

He takes them back to his flat when it's time so they get the whole nesting experience, cooks them a nice meal with a few beers, and then takes them to bed for the time they need to get it out of their systems.

He's attentive, performing all the chuffs, purrs and trills they need at the height of their rut to feel like they're doing a good job. Doesn't complain when Soap gets rough, or Simon is big, or Gaz likes to kiss and groom him. He bites his arm, grunts out encouragement, breathes deep through his nose when they knot him for the third time in a row without rest. When they occasionally get too excited and try to claim him, he knows how to stop it.

They're soon back to fighting fit, back on the job, focused, and he doesn't take long to be right again, even if he's feeling tender and his hormones are out of wack for a day or two. He's a professional. Mind over matter is his mantra, and it's nothing that won't repair itself with time.

Price promised them that if they followed him he'd have their backs, that he'd cut through the red tape and the obstacles. For him, using his body to carry them out of a fire fight is no different to letting them fuck and knot him to manage their ruts.

His heat though? He suffers through that on his own. Price, who can't stomach any kind of vulnerability, who can't feel like he's leaning on or needs anyone, who does everything on his own terms and no one else's. The thought of any one of his lads seeing him in that state turns his stomach; a mewling, weak, pathetic mess, unfit for command.

No, Price's heats are his private shame, and he has managed them just fine without interference for two decades, even when Nikolai kisses him one night and Simon's scent begins to change as he reaches his prime, and Price's instincts are starting to fuck with his head.

[dumbgoonpup]

Good morning: I need a feral boy to just hump the shit out of me, gripping my arms and their face buried into my neck, so I can grab him by the hair and make fun of them for how desperate and needy he's being and how badly they want to be inside me, and then make him do it for another hour or so, before I let them actually fuck me

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Marina behind the cut; “alpha Jazz, a dark alley, and a very pretty omega”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Though it’s hard to tell from how loud he yowls if that volume's because he’s coming or if it’s just because of his wail. 

Well–she doesn’t think as much glass broke that last time, at least. 

. . . though there also just may not be all that much glass left to break in earshot, considering. Might also be that. 

Probably is actually that, yeah. 

“You’re loud,” Jazz observes stupidly, which is incredibly obvious and therefore a totally unnecessary observation, though she’s gonna forgive herself for that because going bareback with an in-heat halfa after dropping into rut cold is nothing like in-clinic rut management and it’s very–it’s very distracting, it’s absolutely entirely distracting, it’s–every time she thrusts into Red Hood she can hear the wet, filthy sound of it, can hear the impact of her hips hitting his absolutely perfect ass every time he takes her to the hilt, because he does take her to the hilt, because he wants her in him to the hilt, even with her knot half-blown he wants it–

She thinks she was thinking about something else, maybe, but Red Hood’s hole keeps clutching her clit like it never wants it to pull out, so that’s really taking up most of her bandwidth right now. Or–all of it, maybe. 

“Why yuh smell like that, why yuh feel like that, sho good, why’sit sho good,” Red Hood slurs, sounding this close to wasted, his hips jerking in desperate, erratic shudders as Jazz snaps her full length into him again and his hands claw at her back and his hole somehow manages to get even tighter. “In me, wan’ it in me, feels sho good, feels like m’dyin’ again.” 

Definitely all her bandwidth is right here, yeah. 

“Oh, did–fuck, ah–did dying feel good?” Jazz asks distractedly as she fucks him hard enough that this time he sinks into the wall because the cratered bricks give even deeper, and not because of any intangibility. She only asks because Red Hood seems like the talkative type and she feels like she should be supportive of that while he’s treating her clit this good, and also because she needs something to concentrate on to keep her from blowing her knot before Red Hood’s hole gets treated that good itself. She can barely breathe, but she can–talk, she thinks. Mostly. Mostly she can talk. “My brother just said–ah, ah–he said it tasted like batteries, but backwards, whatever that means, Ancients, you’re so tight. I didn’t think anybody could be so tight.” 

“Wuzn’t. Wuzn’t good,” Red Hood mumbles blurrily, his head lolling back against the bricks and a note of distress slipping into his scent and a flicker of near-intangibility chasing its way through just about every part of him that isn’t death-gripping her clit. Given the reaction, Jazz figures it’d be rude to press, but also she definitely needs to make that distress in his scent go away; needs to make him feel better. Omega needs to feel better. Omega needs to feel perfect. Omega needs to feel so perfect he forgets he’s even dead. 

She can make that happen, she thinks. 

She will. 

And if he really is a halfa . . .

[zationao3]

Two for one, ch 10

The one where Dean sets out to buy a Were, ends up with two, and in the end gets more than he could have wished for.

Chapter 10

In which Cas’ real heat hits, and neither of them are able to control themselvesk

[hornytdickthoughts]

getting ready for a flight thinking about how exciting it would be to have you with me

once we got through TSA I would duck into the bathroom and slip in a remote controlled vibrator into my cunt like you command

then all while we wait for our gate to board, I sit and shake in anticipation, feeling how wet and hard I am in my boxers as we distract ourselves before our flight, you show me funny videos and we play little word games but I can’t focus on anything but the fact that you have the remote in your pocket

after we board and are seated, you rest your hand on my thigh, running up and down and I’m practically shaking, you lean over and whisper in my ear to remind me to be a good quiet puppy, no one can know about our little game

as the plan starts taxing the runway, you take out the remote, and as it starts to pick up speed you turn on the lowest setting, my body jolts and shivers feeling it inside me

as the plane starts to take off, the loud engines blasting, you turn it up further and I squeeze my thighs together as it hits me in the right spot, I lean over and press my face into your arm, knowing I probably look like I’m terrified of planes to anyone around

right as I’m getting close I squeeze your arm tight and bite into the skin of your neck, and gasp silently as the pleasure builds before you turn it back down before I can go over the edge

you turn the vibrator down but not off, and pull out your phone to play a movie you downloaded for us to watch

and throughout the flight I can feel the vibrator change in pace, getting me worked up until I’m almost about to beg, as if you can hear my thoughts, you gently put your arm around me and pull me close so that I can lean against you

i just know as soon as we land and get to our destination, I’m stripping naked and presenting for you to fill me immediately

[saulwexler]

reno lawyers are doing it like no one else. grabbed a photo of this extremely thirsty billboard so fast I almost missed the second, thirstier billboard behind it

[holdmedownfillmeup]

As soon as you announce your pregnancy, everyone starts gossiping about how you slept with your boss, or someone on the board of directors. No, the big load that made you a single mommy to a rape baby came from me, the janitor 😏

Everyone tends to ignore the janitors-- except me, too nice and friendly to act like you're beneath my notice. It made you feel special, it made you feel wanted, it made you feel... loved.

Your obsession with me has been growing, brewing in your heart for months. Whenever you jerk off, it's my face you're imagining-- until you realized what a waste it was, your virile sperm being shot down a drain or into a tissue. You stopped masturbating for me, waiting for me to throw myself in your arms, but it never happened--

And then you come into the office to find me alone, working late, headphones in. It's too perfect-- you approach me from behind and overpower me, pulling down my pencil skirt and lacy panties. Seeing me half naked drives you crazy and before you know it, you're bending me over the desk, taking your hard cock out and thrusting it deep into my pussy.

I take every inch of you-- like a fucking slut. The thought of another man fucking me fills you with rage and you start fucking me-- hard, deep, violent. You muffle my screams with your hand as you violently rape my pussy. Your big cum filled balls slap my ass as you hammer your cock against my cervix, grunting and fucking me like a bitch, calling me a princess and a fucking fleshlight. Time slows down, it feels like you've been raping me for hours when you finally bottom out and blow your massive load in my cunt. You pull out and push me-- broken and sobbing-- to the floor before you leave me to pick up and hastily rush home, to wash away the feeling of your hands on me, to get your hot sticky seed out of my pussy-- but the damage is done. Your sperm is already seeking out my egg even as I go to CVS the next morning for Plan B.

But it didn't work did it? Now, six months later, you watch me waddle around the office, my milky tits damn near spilling out of my blouse and my belly full of your rapebaby