#heat sex

[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.

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(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.

[fallenneziah]

"Good Boy."

Ratchet x Optimus ficlet.

Cw: NSFW, Dom/Sub, begging, teasing, heat/rut. Ratchet being a tease.

Notes: Small oneshot, incomplete and just decided to post it anyway. Always open to fic ideas and if this should be a whole thing, let me know. Just an unedited raw draft of some robomen fuckin.

Words: 1.2k roughly.

Optimus breathed in the smell of the clean medbay. His frame quivered against the cool air, though it did nothing to aid the heat that boiled his insides. Cogs churned and cranked angrily the longer they sat there.

Optimus looked up, his optics trained on his mate who wandered the grounds of the medbay nonchalantly. He whined softly to grab his attention, but Ratchet continued on his way. He didn't respond to the first whine, followed by a second he poked his head up.

"Feeling antsy?"

"Ratchet- please…"

"Hmm?" Ratchet turned and leaned back against the counter. He smirked at the way Optimus was powering through every protocol in his system to keep from breaking from the restraints on his pedes. Kneeled on the floor beside the operating table felt silly and degrading. His insides coiled and fuel lines tightened when he saw the look Ratchet gave him.

"Are you being a good boy?"

"Ratchet…" Optimus bit his lip and whined sadly. His fins twitched and his servos tightened. His knees shook and coolant dripped from his frame.

"You're doing so well." Ratchet leaned off the table slowly and walked up to Optimus. Optimus breathed out heavily when Ratchet's cool touch blessed his chin and turned his gaze up with one of his digits.

His helm was centre to Ratchet's crotch plating, the heat of his own anticipation stinging Optimus' enstrils. He could already smell the slick that coated Ratchet's valve lining in. He shuddered and restrained himself from reaching out.

Ratchet hummed happily and nodded. "You are such a good boy. Yes Optimus, you are being so obedient."

Optimus shifted on his knees and whined loudly. "Oh?" Ratchet smirked and cupped Optimus' jaw. "I suppose you want a treat for such well tamed behavior?"

Optimus nodded, panting as the heat swelling in his mesh lining became unbearable.

Ratchet nodded and ran his hand down to his decency plating, pleased as Optimus' optics watched his movements like a hawk.

Ratchet removed the plating and his spike popped out from its port. Pre-overload dribbled down the tip and over the long grooves. The head twitched against Optimus' heavy breaths.

Optimus' mouth was watering at this point. He whimpered as Ratchet stroked his helm to reassure him. Guiding his spike to his lips, Ratchet coaxed Optimus over his spike until half the length disappeared down the Prime's throat.

Ratchet bit his lip and groaned. "Good boy." Optimus whimpered and pressed his glossa along the grooves of Ratchet's spike as it was guided through his mouth. His throat tube relaxed and expanded to easily take the spike down to near the base. Ratchet rocked his hips slowly as Optimus' head came down. A soft groan followed a whimper of happiness from Optimus as he sucked along Ratchet's spike. His tongue swirled and sucked. His lights tightened and his heat coiled angrily.

The overwhelming sensation to throw Ratchet into the wall and pound the valve not two feet from him was immense.

His digits clawed violently into his palms to gain control. His lips tightened against Ratchet's spike until he felt like he would lose it. Optimus pressed down against the base and stroked the underbelly of his spike with his tongue. Ratchet growled happily and pulled Optimus off his spike.

It twitched and ached for more but Ratchet remained apart. Optimus looked up at his medic feverishly and awaited any kind of command. His spike ached and his palms were drenched in coolant.

Ratchet sighed dramatically and walked to the medical berth to Optimus right. He sat down on the edge of the bed and split his legs. Optimus whimpered as Ratchet stroked his mesh lining and pulled back his valve covering.

Optimus' noises grew louder and less controlled as Ratchet slipped a finger into his valve and pulled it out covered in slick lubricants.

"You want this?" Ratchet asked and flashed Optimus a grin.

Optimus nodded furiously as rushed to stand.

"Sit!" Ratchet snarled.

Optimus stilled. His spike twitched wildly as Ratchet rubbed his valve edges and explored the folds with his slickened fingers. Ratchet moaned softly at his own movements and rested his head back gently.

Ratchet pulled his fingers from his valve and looked over Optimus' shaking frame, barely holding onto any Primely decency. His heat made Optimus' a wreck. Even the sight of Ratchet's aft had his wiring so jacked up he couldn't think straight.

But he remained still, optics uncomfortably flicking between Ratchet's gaze and his warm, gasping hole. His engines rumbled with anticipation at the sight and his emotions roared around in his EM field. But he remained ever still.

Ratchet smirked and flicked his fingers in an upward motion. "Alright big boy."

Optimus whimpered happily and stood to his feet. His armor dug into the medical restraints on his legs and snapped the leather. In two seconds flat he pushed Ratchet back onto the berth and hunched over him, keeping him pinned him down on either side with both hands. His spike had been exposed at some point and was greedily moving between Ratchet's folds.

Optimus breathed against the crook of Ratchet's neck and enveloped his scent. The smell of clean armor and cleaner. The ever present scent of Cybertronian primer.

"Ratchet~"

Ratchet hugged Optimus' neck and whispered sweet nothings in his audial. Praising and encouraging him. The heat in the room increased as Optimus opened armor plates to release steam in an attempt to cool his core. His fans roared in the background.

Optimus hunched forward and pressed his spike head against Ratchet's entrance. Ratchet gasped and whined. "Oh Primus- good boy~ so good Optimus."

Optimus shoved his spike inside Ratchet's valve and crumbled under the sweet, wet warmth that greeted him. Calipers brushed his grooves and walls tightened against him. Ratchet's insides writhed in pleasure for the Prime. "Ratchet~ feel so good…" He groaned in Ratchet's audial. Ratchet idly stroked his lover's helm fin until Optimus went from mid-length to base and pressed his hips against Ratchet's.

They groaned in unison and Optimus couldn't stop. He pulled back and snapped his hips until he was going at a good pace. Which quickly sped up until the loud sound of metal against metal filled the empty base.

Ratchet cried out happily as he was pounded into the berth. Optimus had lost it. Kissing and nipping Ratchet's neck as he milked him of stimulation.

Ratchet's helm hit the berth as Optimus pressed his hips into the metal until it bent.

"atta boy- nng!" Ratchet growled between forced breaths. Optimus pulled Ratchet close and drove his spike into him to the point less than three centimeters pulled out before pushing in.

The next week of Optimus' heat was a good one...

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Anyone besides me want JackHarding A/B/O Heat Sex? Because you're getting it.

(This goes along with my general idea for JackHarding A/B/O. Chick's an Alpha from a long line; Jack's an Omega who has spent a lot of time being told he doesn't really SEEM like an Omega, they're cops in love.)

Jack's standing with two other air execs at a so-called strategy meeting that has devolved into taking over the hotel bar when a breeze ripples through the room, and both men who were previously listening to Jack go very still and a little glassy-eyed. Jack turns to check behind them, wondering what's caught their attention, and when he turns back, one of the men is a step closer, well up into Jack's personal space. He takes a step back. "Excuse you," he says. 

The man blinks and takes his own step back. "Shit. Sorry. Um." He shakes his head like he's clearing cobwebs, and the other air exec does the same. "Sorry, man. I just haven't smelled an Omega on the verge in a while. Got away from myself."

"What–Oh, fuck," Jack mutters. He looks around the room, planning a very quick exit. "If you'll excuse me," he says. 

"We'll talk to you later," the second man says, pulling his friend away. Jack barely notices, focused on getting out of the room. If he's smelling good enough to distract someone, his heat's about to hit like a goddamn train. He spots Chick halfway across the room, and just the sight of him gives him a clawing urge in his belly that makes him bite back a gasp. Goddamnit. He hates when this happens, when the Omega instincts climb up and try to take over. 

Jack looks around for anything to help muffle his scent. There's nothing useful nearby, and he thinks about how Lemmons smears oil and grease over his scent glands when the replacements are getting a little too close. He ducks behind a large plant and dips two fingers in his whiskey, rubbing the liquor against his glands, then slamming the rest of his drink and lighting up a cigarette. He needs to get out of here before anyone else gets a whiff of him. He can go to the room and call down to the desk, have someone deliver a message to Chick to meet him upstairs ASAP. Then Chick will show up and maybe he'll growl at the smell of him. Maybe he'll grab Jack and hold him still, make Jack be a good Omega until Jack's ready to do it all by himself. 

Oh, yeah, this heat's coming on hard.

He walks across the floor with his eyes on the exit and breathes a sigh of relief as he makes it out of the ballroom. He pauses for a moment to see if there's a crowd around the elevator, and in that moment, Chick walks up beside him. Because of course he does. Because he's Chick, and Jack's Jack, and the one time they both tried to ignore the way they gravitated towards each other, they failed spectacularly and fell in love instead.

"What is it?" he asks, voice a warm rumble. "You're moving like your ass is on fire." 

Jack opens his mouth to explain, but then Chick's suddenly herding him into a small alcove covered with a heavy drape and shoving his face in Jack's neck. Jack shakes as Chick breathes him deep.

"Jesus, are you in heat?" Chick hisses. He drags his mouth over Jack's scent gland and stops cold. He breathes out hard before pushing away from Jack and meeting his eyes. "How?"

"Suppressants failed," Jack says. The little alcove is filling with their combined scents, and Jack swears his teeth itch. Chick smells like the classic Alpha he is: cedarwood and black pepper and ginger; the lingering scent of his cigar just enhances all of it, and a surge of need hits Jack hard. He bares his throat even as he clenches his hands into fists so he doesn't reach out and take. "Chick," he hisses. 

Chick is against him again, pressed full body into Jack and pulling Jack's head down so he can bury his mouth against Jack's neck and suck hard on his scent gland. "Can you make it to our room?" he asks. "We can take the stairs. It's only two flights."

"I–" Jack presses his mouth behind Chick's ear and grabs at his waist, pulling Chick impossibly closer so he can rub against him. "I need–I just need–"

"Hold on. Hold on," Chick says. He tries to get a hand between them, and Jack growls against his neck. Chick chuckles and manages to get a hand around each of Jack's wrist. "God, of course you're fighting to get what you want," he says, sounding so fond that Jack immediately relaxes. "Good," Chick, soothes, rubbing his thumbs back and forth on Jack's wrists as he lowers Jack's arms to his sides. "I'm gonna get you off, take the edge off, and then we'll get upstairs. You understand me?"

"Yeah," Jack says. "Yes. Please. Please."

Chick opens Jack's trousers and reaches into his shorts. He groans when he wraps his hand around Jack's dick. "Jesus, you're so warm," he says. He lowers himself to his knees and uses his free hand to push Jack's shorts down so he can get the head of his cock into his mouth. 

Jack bucks his hips, but Chick's got an arm across him so he can't move too much. Jack whines and scrabbles for Chick's shoulder. Chick sucks him hard and messy, no teasing like he tends to enjoy when he and Jack have the time. He slips his hand up and down Jack's shaft as far as he can reach, and he tongues Jack's slit over and over. 

Jack comes with a shuddering gasp. He whines when Chick stands up and tucks him away, pushing his face against Chick's shoulder as he holds his own hands tightly so he doesn't try to reach out. 

"Better?" Chick asks.

"Barely," Jack admits. Chick's hand is warm and heavy on his neck, and Jack goes limp at the feeling. Alpha Alpha Alpha his mind repeats in a happy trill. "Chick," he murmurs. "Chick, I don't–we don't–"

"I've got rubbers," Chick says. "Don't worry. You won't be knocked up just yet."

Jack laughs and manages to pull away from Chick a little. Chick doesn't take his hand off his neck. It keeps Jack in the moment, helps him concentrate. "Okay," he says. 

"Your pupils are already widening again," Chick says. "Let's get you tucked away before half the ballroom smells you and comes to fight for the chance to take care of you."

"Wouldn't let them," Jack murmurs as Chick pushes the curtain to one side. He lets Chick lead him out of the alcove and over the stairwell, feeling a sense of relief when the door shuts behind them. "Wouldn't let them," he repeats as Chick leads him up the stairs. 

Chick pauses on the landing and pulls Jack against him. "I know," he says. "You're a prickly fucker, and none of them could appreciate you." He kisses Jack, soft and sweet, lets Jack chase after him for a second, then a third. "Come on," he says, and he leads Jack up the rest of the stairs and into the hallway of their floor. Their room is three doors down, and Chick unlocks the door as Jack lists against him, the scent coming off him making Chick's blood hot. 

"Here," Chick says, throwing open the door. He hooks an arm around Jack's waist and drags him into the room, kicking the door behind him. Jack doesn't even react to the slam of it. He walks to the bed and drops down hard, fingers fumbling at his buttons.

"Easy," Chick says, walking over. He takes Jack's hands in his and kisses each palm. "I'll do it."

"Hurry," Jack says. His eyes are glassed over, and there's sweat at his temples. Chick kisses him there to taste him. Jack's scent is roaring to the surface: Ink and lilies and the sharp, cold smell of wind before it snows. It's undercut with a sweetness that Chick's never smelled because in the months they've been together, Jack's never had a heat. Chick had assumed this wasn't something he'd experience until after the war.

Chick finishes getting Jack stripped, then hurriedly strips himself. Jack scoots up on the bed and lays with his hands above his head with his legs wide open, eyes half-lidded and dick hard as it was in the alcove. 

"Didn't know you could possibly get better looking," Chick says. Jack blushes all down his chest and stretches his neck long and lovely to one side. "Oh, I am going to devour you," Chick says, Alpha instincts going white hot at the way Jack's sending every happy Omega signal he possibly can. Chick runs his hands over Jack's calves and squeezes just below his knees. "Just a second," he says. He takes a step back, and Jack whines, high and desperate. "Easy," Chick murmurs as he picks up his toiletries bag and takes out the rubbers he's packed. He tosses them on the bedside table, then he climbs into bed next to Jack and leads him into a kiss. 

Jack mewls and undulates against Chick. Chick grabs Jack's thigh and pulls it over his own hip, then he reaches down between Jack's cheeks and drags his fingers down Jack's cleft. He's soaked with slick and starts to whine continuously when Chick massages his hole with his knuckles.

"Please," Jack says. "Please. Alpha. Please."

Chick shudders in pleasure at hearing Jack beg. He never does usually, not unless they're in a teasing mood. "Say it again," he says. 

"Please. Please. Alpha Please. Alpha."

Chick pushes one finger into Jack, and Jack arches against him, his dick hot and hard on Chick's stomach. Chick pushes a second finger in, and Jack gasps and grabs his arm and comes all over Chick's belly. 

Chick moves his fingers in and out slowly as Jack pants against his throat and rubs his cheek hard against Chick's collarbone, scent marking him before tucking his face against Chick's neck again and licking his scent gland. 

"Chick," Jack slurs, and the kiss on Chick's gland is so gentle and sweet, and Chick wants to tell him to bite down. But they agreed a long time ago, war's no place to formally mate with each other. Even on the ground they're too damn busy to take proper time away to let the bond settle with just the two of them. 

"Please," Jack says against Chick's throat. "Do it." 

"Say it," Chick says. "Tell me what you want." He laughs when Jack nips his scent gland. "Keep that up, and I'll go off before I get inside you," he says. 

"No," Jack whimpers. 

Chick rubs his cheek into Jack's hair, scenting him as he pushes a third finger in. Jack makes a noise in the back of his throat and pushes back against Chick's fingers. "That's it," Chick says, meeting Jack's thrusts with a counter thrust so his fingers get good and deep. He holds them still after a few thrusts and focuses on rubbing Jack's prostate, sucking the sweat off the long line of Jack's neck as he grinds down and moans and comes for a second time on Chick's stomach. 

Jack's head clears, and he sighs when Chick removes his fingers. "Come back," he murmurs. 

"I am," Chick says against his temple. He kisses Jack there, then stretches to reach a rubber.

Jack buries his face in Chick's chest and breathes him in, the smell of his own spunk on Chick's skin making him mewl in pleasure. "Mine," Jack says.

"All yours," Chick replies, and he tucks his hands behind his head as Jack touches him on his belly and his chest and his shoulders. "Enjoying yourself?"

Jack hums an affirmative and nuzzles Chick's bicep, then presses his nose into the bend of his elbow and breathes in deep. "Mine," he says again, then bites lightly. 

"Come here, sweetheart," Chick says. Jack lets Chick manhandle him into his lap–something he very rarely allows any other time. Chick opens the rubber and rolls it down his cock. 

Jack reaches back and takes Chick's cock in his own hand, leads it to his hole and sinks down in one thrust. 

"Jesus," Chick grunts. 

Jack squeezes around Chick's cock and grinds his hips back and forth a few times just to watch the way Chick's eyes flutter. He spreads his hands on Chick's belly and sighs in pleasure when Chick digs his fingers into his thighs. 

"Show me what you got," Chick says, all cocky grin and bright eyes. "I've been wondering what you fuck like during a heat."

"Tell me," Jack replies. He means it to come out a command, but it's soft and breathy, almost a plea. The proper tone for a proper Omega, a tone Jack has never traded in. 

"Well, that's new," Chick says, and he drags his hands up Jack's sides. "Won't pretend I don't like hearing you be a little demure. Do it again." 

Chick's voice is all Alpha authority and command, and Jack shivers from his head to his toes to have it directed at him like this. "Please tell me more," he says, and Chick meets his downward thrust with an upward one of his own. "Please," he says, and he lets his mouth hang open after, lets the Omega instinct to be supple and submissive take over his brain.

"You're stunning," Chick says. "So easy for me, aren't you? So happy to take my knot."

"Alpha," Jack murmurs. "My Alpha. My Chick."

"Fucking right I am," Chick says. 

Jack shouts when Chick holds him still and pushes up into him hard. He topples forward, crowded on Chick's chest with his hands trapped under him. He sucks on Chick's chest, desperate to mark his Alpha as Chick wraps his arms tight around his waist and holds him where he wants him as he fucks into him over and over. 

Jack finishes leaving a mark and manages to get his hands free so he can grab onto Chick's shoulders and simply hold on. Chick is hot and sweaty all over, and Jack rubs his face into it, coating himself in Chick's scent. 

"Kiss me," Chick growls. 

Jack pushes himself up just enough to fit their mouths together. He slides his tongue along Chick's and groans in bone-deep pleasure when Chick takes one arm off his waist so he can grab Jack's hair and hold him in place as he sucks roughly on his tongue and thrusts in a few times more just as his knot starts to swell. 

When Chick's knot stretches in Jack, he whimpers and digs at Chick's shoulders, but Chick doesn't let go of his head, still kissing him even as he and Jack both come. 

Jack fades in and out for a few minutes, the heady feeling of a knot filling him even more pronounced due to his heat. He's aware of Chick rubbing his back and nuzzling his hair, of Chick murmuring encouragement for Jack to stretch his legs out so he doesn't get a cramp. Several minutes later, when Jack's aware enough to lift his head and meet Chick's gaze, he's met with a soft, bright look that makes him want to burrow into Chick and stay there. 

"Okay?" Chick asks. He's still running his hands up and down Jack's back. "We've got a few minutes still."

Jack lays his cheek on Chick's shoulder and curls a hand over Chick's bicep. "I'm good," he says. "Thanks for–" he closes his mouth, unsure what to say. 

Chick laughs quietly. "Thanks for fucking your brains out?" he asks. "Thanks for giving you four orgasms so far tonight? Thanks for packing rubbers even though we've never needed them?"

"That last one, at least," Jack says. He shifts a little, sliding off Chick's shoulder and onto his arm so they can see each other. Chick's knot shifts in Jack as he moves, and it makes him sigh in pleasure. "Why did you even pack them?"

"I honestly don't know," Chick says. "Maybe my instincts could tell you were off-kilter. My Alpha knew my Omega was going to need a little extra help."

Jack considers that. "Maybe," he says. "I've read that that can happen. But it's only been seen in mates."

"Well, in everything but bite, we are," Chick says.

"True," Jack replies, unable to tease Chick about something they both know to be completely true. He rubs his cheek against Chick's arm, and then Chick's angling down to kiss him, as sweet and soft as in the stairwell. Jack melts into it, loving the way Chick's hand covers his jaw. 

"You still all right?" Chick asks, running his thumb up and down the tendon of Jack's neck. 

"Great," Jack says. He squeezes on Chick's knot just to watch him gasp. "Absolutely great."

"I can tell," Chick says. He pulls on Jack's arm until Jack's settled atop him, arms on either side of Chick's head. "You gonna need to stay up here tomorrow?" he asks. 

"Likely not," Jack says. He combs his fingers through Chick's hair, scratching his scalp lightly. Chick holds him around the waist and tips his head into Jack's hands. "If it's like the other times the suppressants have failed, it'll be over as quick as it came on. I'll probably be okay in the morning." 

"Hmm," Chick hums, "We should make the most of it, then. Don't know how long it'll be until I get you like this again."

"You like it?" Jack asks, giving Chick his best smug grin. 

"Almost as much as I like you the rest of the time," Chick replies. 

Jack feels himself blush, and he wants to be annoyed that his heat makes it nearly impossible to hide his Omega reactions, but the way Chick's eyes light up at the sight of him makes him think maybe it's not that bad. Not with his Alpha.

[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

[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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🐱

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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!

[brewed-pangolin]

Captain MacTavish is the kind of man to let you speak your mind and opinion freely in the grips of a heated argument.

If he can bellow his frustrated baritone in the midst of a rage, then so should you in your own distinctive finesse and irritated grace.

Although, it always seems to end in you gasping on your words by eating into the pillow pushed into your face.

Stifling a moan as he ruts his hips relentlessly against your ass. His hands tightly gripped into your waist, muffled praises at how proud he is of you mingled into the choked grunts as your silken walls clench around his engorged cock.

Captain MacTavish Masterlist

[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

[bigassmoonchild]

Maple Syrup Masterlist

THIS SERIES IS COMPLETED

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Total Parts: 17

Total Word Count: ~43.3k

Summary: A mission that was supposed to be easy doesn't go your way, but when does it ever when the 141 is involved? Aphrodisiacs that were incredibly powerful were used on yourself and Simon, and with one accident it took over your lives. Now, you need to figure out how to go about life as a newly mated Omega in a world made for Alphas.

Content Tags: Smut, Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Fuck or Die, Heat, Rut, Angst, Knotting, PIV Sex, Biting, Hurt/No Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Typical Violence, Depictions of Violence, Mentions of Pregnancy, Kinda Pregnancy Loss, Teasing, Use of Pet-Names, Simon is shit at talking and emotions, He figures it out tho, Dropping of the L word, Near Death, Pregnancy, Vomiting, Task Force 141 is a Pack, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No Use of Y/N

A/N: I just wanted to make sure anyone who needed (or wanted) to have a one-stop shop for the Maple Syrup series (and drabbles pertaining to it) can have it. Please send me asks! Masterlist under the Cut!

🧼 = smut, 🧸 = angst, 💞 = fluff

Main Storyline:

Part 1: Maple Syrup 🧼

Part 2: The Aftermath 🧸

Part 3: Alpha, Please 🧼💞

Part 4: Feral 💞

Part 5: The Hearing 🧸

Part 6: Talk 🧸

Part 7: Lost and Found 🧸 💞

Part 8: Hot and Cold 🧼 🧸

Part 9: Hoops 🧸

Part 10: Thirteen 🧸

Part 11: Tags 🧸

Part 12: Ghost 🧸

Part 13: Tea 🧸💞🧼

Part 14: Meetings 🧸💞

Part 15: Tears 🧸💞

Part 16: Nothing 🧸

Part 17: Happy 💞🧸

Drabbles, Oneshots, Side-Stories:

Simons Rut 🧼

Headcannons 💞🧸🧼

[vavoom-sorted-art]

Cranking up the heat - Part 15

Wings out! This one is slightly inspired by @chernozemm and their wonderful, divine art!

[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