#research pheromones basically

[obsessivevoidkitten]

I just cooked this up—

So imagine a world where omegas are extremely rare after a virus basically almost wiped them out or they’re just rare.

So the government instituted that any omega born would be put into a breeding facility once they turn 21 to make up for the massive population decline. If an omega somehow manages to avoid that— then they’re free for anyone to claim.

I was thinking maybe you’re born as an omega but your parents hid your secondary gender out of fear of what would happen to you. So they paid a lot of money to have your certificate changed to beta and pheromone supplements to suppress your omega scent.

You go on with your life as a beta— aware of being an omega, you’re extremely cautious about everything.

Things changed once you turned 23— managing to not get caught by the government and sent a breeding facility but that you’re free for claiming.

A guy, either alpha or beta, has been pinning after you for some time. Didn’t help that he was extremely persistent and wealthy coming from old money.

Went as far as to hire private investigators and researchers to find information about you. That’s how he uncovers your secret of being an omega.

He basically blackmails you into becoming his omega or threatened to be reported to the government. Long story short— you become his spouse out of fear.

— anon who forgot what emoji they used (the one had gave that omega hunt imagine.)

This is a brilliant idea!!

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Just For Research

Pairing: Professor! Rick Sanchez x College Student! GN! Reader.

Summary: When Rick discovers his top student is a virgin, he knows he must change that so she can write her paper on human pheromones.

Warnings: Smut, Intercourse (P in ?), Virginity Loss, Teacher x Student relationship, Age Gap, Virgin! Reader.

Writing Time: 30 minutes.

Word Count: 652.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 7.

A/N:

Woke up in the middle of the night and decided to just write this. Sorry for any mistakes, this is not proofread. I'm just really trying to make sure everything is written before October arrives so the quality is some fics might be lacking a little, this might be one of them. This is probably my shortest fic so far. Oh well.I also have completely forgotten what it was like in college. I did about 3 months of Combined Science in the UK before I dropped out for an apprenticeship instead and I don't remember anything about those 3 months. So this could be all completely wrong but tbh I really don't care.I tried really hard to keep it GN, which is getting harder and harder for me due to the lack of gender neutral terms in the English language but I'll keep managing.Hope you enjoy, I've been eager to write something for Rick for ages now.

Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober works.

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Thoughts were swarming your head, making it almost impossible to think about what was currently happening.

'How did this happen?' You thought, 'This couldn't of been an accident, but how then did it happen?'

You let out a torn scream, but Rick was fast to cover your mouth and silence it.

"Shut up little Whore, or the whole building will hear you." He huffed.

Just a second ago you and Rick was discussing your college assignment. Your assignment was to write an essay about the human and animal pheromones that tell them to breed and compare the two. Something fairly basic for a Combined Science class and as the class's top student, Rick expected this assignment to be a breeze for you.

But he had been wrong. For a top student with a bright future in Science, you had no idea about pheromones. Especially the sexual kind. It was the one thing you hadn't studied yourself in your own time nor had you experienced it.

You had come to Rick after class to hopefully explain the subject better for you or give you good resources to look up but once Rick found out you was a virgin, what you got instead was a private lessons on pheromones that included an experimental or practical that would give you the experience.

So now you were bent over his desk taking all of him like the good little one you was.

"Please..." You whimpered, tired and stretched out to the max. It had only been a few minutes but this was completely new to a virgin.

"Please what, Whore?" Rick glared down at you, still thrusting in and out of you at an ungodly pace.

Rick didn't think this was exactly the best way to show someone who had never experienced sexual feelings what they were like, but to be honest, he didn't care. He was just looking for a reason to fuck you. His prettiest most innocent and intelligent little Princess/Prince who always sat in the front row, listening to him with wide ears.

But this had been a good lesson for you. Your sexual desire and need for Professor Sanchez now more than alive, it was insatiable.

"Please more Sir!" You cried.

Rick was a little shocked, but more than happy to oblige. And quickly increased his speed, you looked down and moaned into the once clean desk.

"Yeah? You like this cock? You want more of it, my little cocksleeve?" Rick groaned into your ears.

"Yes!" You nodded eagerly.

Obviously, you came first. You did so with a scream and giant smile. Rick came not too long after you onto your back, with just a few loud grunt.

You was pretty confident now you was gonna Ace this assignment.

[42ap]

Previously, Stanford, who came back as an Alpha:

After returning, Stanford basically turned into an annoying teenager. Maybe it was some kind of portal malfunction? He used to be a Beta, and during his time in dimensions without the three-gender system, he was just an ordinary person. But after coming back, he suddenly became an Alpha—physiologically, it was like experiencing teenage secondary differentiation for the first time. He became irritable, sharp-tongued, and absolutely insistent on following the kids around whenever they went exploring, no matter how many times Stan told him to give them some space. Somehow, he managed to drive out all the monsters in the area, and while he fed the kids—which was a good thing—his cooking was terrible. The most outrageous thing was that he drove all the tourists away from the Mystery Shack, refusing to let anyone set foot on his territory. Poor Stan, trying to handle four newly-differentiated hormonal teenagers in the house, found his only ally in Soos, who was miraculously still normal. One day, at his wit’s end, Stan called a family meeting:

Dipper: "Oh, I’ve heard about some companies that are making emotional comfort dolls! They’re infused with artificial pheromones to calm down stressed-out single Alphas. It’s a popular new therapy in mental health clinics."

Mabel: "Ooh! Ooh ooh ooh! Grunkle Ford! Let me make you a doll! What kind of doll do you want? How about a caterpillar? Or maybe a spider with human hands? All eight hands could hug you at once!"

Stanford: "I have no idea what you’re talking about. This is completely absurd!" (clinging to Stan) "I’m a scientist. My time is meant for exploring and researching the rational world, not wasting it on this psychological nonsense!" (nipping and nuzzling) "Everything I’ve been doing is to protect you! Bill is still out there!" (nipping and nuzzling) "I’m not some hormone-driven teenager." (clinging to Stan) "This is just simple biology. We’re human, and what separates us from animals is our ability to control primal impulses—especially scientists like me!" (nipping and nuzzling) "You’re all being ridiculous. Am I the only rational adult in this room?" (nipping and nuzzling)

[malwaredykes]

concept: alternative version of the quarry junction deathclaw situation. you get tasked with getting rid of the deathclaws, or maybe you just pass through there successfully and manage to take a peek at the flock, and you discover that theyre not just living there, theyre examining the machinery and, it looks like, trying to figure it out. every once in a while one of them will get something to run for a couple of moments and they all get very agitated about it. well, not much to be done anyhow, theyre still hostile and dangerous as hell, so you can either proceed to wipe them out, or you can continue on your merry way. much much later, maybe in a side quest thats easy to miss, a scientist confides in you that theyve been developing a device (pheromones-based? something else?) that makes deathclaws see you as basically another deathclaw. just a small shitty one i guess. the problem is that 1. theres not a lot of potential uses for that besides getting a closer look at deathclaw behavior in the wild, which not many people consider a worthy subject of study 2. theres a chance of the device not working 3. theres also a chance that any given deathclaw would still elect to beat the shit out of another deathclaw it doesnt know. so theres not a lot of volunteers to test it out. but hey. youre the main character, youre not scared. and you know Just the place to observe some very interesting behaviors. so you go to quarry junction disguised as a deathclaw and the flock doesnt seem to mind you at all. they cant communicate with you, but they seemingly arent surprised by it, which lends credence to a theory raised by the questgiver scientist that different flocks of deathclaws have their own languages and dialects. obviously the deathclaws attack you if you steal their eggs, hurt one of their own, etc. but so long as youre chill theyre chill, and you get to observe them up close. you even get to show them how to make some of the mine equipment start up, but its just a fun amusing thing to them, its not like they have any use of it. you can bring them some stuff theyve never seen before, like maybe that basketball from the lucky 38, and observe how they play with it. you play music for them and see how they react. crazy stuff like that. you write everything down, and bring the notes to the scientist, and... well i guess time will show whats done about all this new information. if anyone even believes it. if anyone wishes to conduct more research. if it is used, then who uses it, and for what purpose. also in the end well the quarry is still full of deathclaws so that sucks for the workers and for people who wanna go from goodsprings straight to new vegas LMAO

[asleepymonster]

Sometimes I'm so caught up in my happy bubble of people who adore snakes, bugs, and rats that I forget most people hate them??????

I seriously hate when I'm like reading a book that is otherwise cute and then suddenly a snake, bug, or rat shows up doing absolutely nothing but existing, vibing, and everyone in the book is like "ewww gross!"

Every single protagonist has arachnophobia, we get it, fuck off already. Every single bug-like alien is a mindless evil super power that devours worlds (like, do people realize that hive minds aren't literal minds connected through magic or some shit? Do they not do basic research and realize "hive minds" are largely based on pheromones and a voting system???)

I know the book I've been working on is NOT going to do well because it's a sci-fi love story between a human man and a bug-like alien (who are all one gender and molt into one of three castes), but I don't give a shit because I'm tired of bugs getting the sorry end of the stick! Bugs are cool as hell calm the hell down about them!

I feel normal about this. This is all a normal response.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Ghouls and sex pollen: thoughts? Feelings? I’ve seen in some fics the concept of excessive rads gets a Ghoul going, but I’d love your expert opinion ;)

My feelings are as follows: sex pollen is one of my favorite tropes for sci-fi and I go a little nuts thinking about it, frankly. It's often heavily tinged with flavors of BDSM/primal play/self-denial/dubcon/etc., and I enjoy stuff in that vein. I'm also a real dupe for what is basically forced escalation of sexual tension between characters that don't wanna admit how badly they'd like to fuck one another, and the trope lends itself really nicely to exactly that.

I've seen similar fics to the ones you mentioned, and I've also seen fics that take a more traditional approach and have a more literal sex pollen/inhalable pheromone vehicle. Both work great for the canon and setting, in my opinion. Thanks to the likes of Vault-Tec, we have biological experiments gone horrifically awry in the vein of Vault 22 (a crop research vault whose researchers all fell victim to what is basically a "zombie ant"-style parasitic fungus that eventually coats your entire body) to lend credence to the possible existence of something like that. The fungus that took over Vault 22 also originally came as donated samples from the X-22 research lab/botanical garden at Big MT. If you don't know anything about the horny, intellectually overstimulated little freaks featured in Old World Blues, well...let's just say that something like a "sex pollen" being created by someone there, purposefully or through acts of unbelievable incompetence, isn't outside the realm of possibility.

However, literal sex pollen is a more broadly-applicable trope, and it's for that reason that I also really like the excessive rads/radstorm idea. Trust me, I know that in the incredibly niche terms of "Fallout ghoul fucker fanfiction tropes", the idea that high radiation situations are basically the same thing, but for ghouls, is as overdone as 70's pornos with plots about fucking pizza delivery guys or whatever. But, like...I will firmly argue that it's that popular for multiple reasons. Those reasons are that it's fun to read, fun to write, and a pretty canon-appropriate way to provide that sort of instantaneous, almost insurmountable sexual tension that I was talking about before.

As I sort of touched on the other day in my little drabble about sex with glowing ones, I think radiation is not only something that rapidly heals ghouls, but something that actively re-energizes them when they're exposed to higher amounts of it. Maybe it even makes them a little stronger, a little faster. A lot hornier.

To me, though, it's less like the overwhelming, visceral, "I need to fuck something now or I'm seriously gonna fall over dead" sort of horny that you often see in sex pollen fiction. In my mind, it's almost more of an ecstasy-style euphoria that makes you feel so good and alive that all you wanna do is sink yourself into the person next to you. Lots of energy, shared good feelings with others who can feel what you're feeling. It lends itself heavily to things getting physical, and quickly.

And not just because the increased rads in the atmosphere would recharge them, either. I imagine things like radstorms, or spending time in a particularly irradiated location, provide a fairly significant analgesic effect to ghouls who suffer from chronic pain in some form, of which I imagine there are a great many. More who do than don't, I'd be willing to bet. Ghoulification is hell on the body, and that's before you factor in how many of these people have stuck around to put wear and tear on their bodies far past the typical human life span. There's a reason characters like Raul complain about their joints all the time! Pain is exhausting, and even those with high sex drives can find themselves hampered if they're always hurting and tired. Take away the hurt, provide some energy, and don't be shocked at what happens!

I will say, though, that I would certainly leave room for the possibility that some ghouls would have more of a "take me into a high-rad area or a storm and I'm gonna have to carry you out, because you won't be able to walk once I'm finished with you" sort of reaction to these situations. Factors like a lack of overall daily pain, higher than average sex drive, a particularly sadistic or aggressive nature, or already present intoxication would increase the odds. In cases like that, extra precaution would need to be taken so that they didn't accidentally do you serious harm; increased inhibition means loss of control, and the average ghoul is already strong enough to hurt you if they want to without extra radiation fueling them.

Plus, you know, there's the matter of how the increased rads will impact you without your partner even being factored in. I hope you're stocked up to your eyeballs in Radaway!

[sehtoast]

Aphrodisiac (Homelander x OC)

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Inspired by the spider lotion debacle

There was never a day where the incessant bitching didn't grate on his nerves. Every fucking minute around Ashley seemed to consist of listening to her grind an entire department to dust over product error or oversights that even the world's least talented dipshit could notice. 

On one hand, he enjoyed watching her get worse. Seeing each and every little strand of hair fall out, piece by piece, literally pulling it out over her role as manager. On the other, it was fucking annoying. 

Until now. 

“And it's attracting horny fucking spiders!” Ashley shrieks into the receiver. “I don't care if you have to stay here all night– fix it now! If I see another wolf spider running around R&D to go fuck a bottle of lotion, you can forget giving your kids a Christmas this year.”

The words went in one ear and right out the other, but he did catch one phrase in particular that was oh so relevant to his needs and wants. 

Horny fucking spiders!

Not in the literal sense, of course. The last thing he needed was those eight legged pests vying for a piece of him, but he did have one spider in particular that he was more than happy to attract. 

One spidery man named Benjamin, that is. 

“What was that?” He asks with a lilt of amusement and true curiosity. Only one of those wasn't fake. 

“Oh, sorry, sir!” She shrimps away slightly. “Those idiots in research and development were making a new lotion for Spider-Man's upcoming cosmetic line, but, for whatever reason, it's attracting a bunch of spiders– I hope you're not arachnophobic!” She gives a nervous laugh. “Look up some time, there's cobwebs everywhere!”

He hums and purses his lips, shaking his head with a roll of his eyes. 

“Ashley,” he says lowly. “Do apex predators need to look up?”

There's that spark of fear, that helplessness that he fucking loves. She squeaks a negative noise. 

“No, sir.” 

“Then why the fuck would I care about cobwebs?” He snaps. “Or bugs for that matter?”

As he turns on his heel to go do his own research, he can't help the devious grin on his face. 

Horny spiders? What kind of cocktail of mistakes attracts such unpleasant pests– and, better yet, what are the odds that it would work on his spider?

The nerds in the lab give him some long winded explanation about chemicals. Something about compounds mimicking pheromones in sexually responsive female spiders, but his smile grew like the cat that got the cream. 

He plucked a jar of it from a staging table, giving it a deep, savoring whiff. 

It didn't smell half bad. Citrus scented, like Benjamin prefers his products. Lime and a hint of something… herbal– basil, perhaps. But, overall, very soft. Gentle even on his bloodhound nose. 

“Not bad,” he shrugs. “Mind if I keep this? I don't really give a fuck about the spiders.” 

The lab rat had little to say in the way of protest. Really, though. Who the fuck was going to tell him no? 

Homelander decides to grab a second jar on his way out. 

Back in his penthouse, he strips down in front of a mirror.  Stares for but a moment to take in the sight of himself.

The contradiction between his suit and his real body always did disappoint him, but he’s a little less harsh on himself these days.  Benjamin’s influence, he supposes.

With a sigh, he dips his fingers into a jar and pulls out a healthy glob of lotion.  He slathers it on his neck, where he knows his skin will remain exposed.  Homelander applies slightly less on his upper body, and barely bothers with his legs at all.  He does, however, apply it heavily to his core, painting his inner thighs, his cock, his sack, even his hole and cheeks with the gentle scent.  He can already sniff out the unique bond it creates with his natural smell and he hopes with every fiber of his being that his plan will work.

For good measure, he rolls his slicked body around in their bed a little.  Maybe the lingering scent will help him get lucky again when they lay down to sleep at the end of the day.

He doesn’t have to wait long at all to test his plan.  Tuesday was generally considered a boring day, full of meetings and stupid shit that none of them ever liked to bother with.  However, it couldn’t possibly stoke more excitement in Homelander at the realization he’d be standing before his little spider discussing boring old numbers.  It was the perfect opportunity to see if it works.

It didn’t take long at all for the team to trickle in.  Benjamin, with his mask on, greeted him with a hidden wink and a wave before taking his seat beside Noir.  The stragglers trickled in and he began.

“Now, you guys,” he started.  “I’m not one to lecture, but can any one of you tell me what the fuck is going on that we all collectively dropped a percent?”

The Deep raised his hand– because of course he did.

He hardly listened to anything that fish fucking moron had to say, instead focusing on the sound of something so very beautiful.  Something that was picking up in intensity bit by bit, damn near unnoticeable at first.

Thump thump.

Homelander’s almost kicking himself by the time he realizes.

Thumpthump. Thumpthump.  Thumpthump. Thumpthump.

When the deepened breaths kick in, he knows.

While A-Train and The Deep begin to bicker over whose most recent stunt was at fault for tanking their numbers, Homelander instead takes a minute to peer over at Benjamin.  He lets only the faintest smile crack his all-business expression.

Even those cute little emotive lenses were wide.

Benjamin’s heart rate had gone up quite a bit– blood pressure, too.  Underneath that red mask were a pair of cheeks flushed damn near the same color.  Dilated eyes.  

He can practically hear the bug gulp.

The web-head was more than well aware of his innate ability to clock his arousal at any given time.  God knows Homelander abuses the power on the regular, but it plays a special role today.

It makes him far more excited  to see how this goes. 

Homelander meaders innocently around the V shaped table for a time as he takes over the conversation once more, making his way to stand behind his little spider.

“Tell you what, though.” Homelander smirks.  “Bug boy here has been doing a great job with his assignments.”  He drops his hands on top of Ben’s shoulders, giving light squeezes that surely felt much more powerful to the receiver. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of Benjamin’s arousal.  “Does everything I say, never misses details.  Doesn’t launch fucking dolphins out of windshields.”

Across the room, The Deep averts his gaze to the ground.

“He’s a good boy.”

Benjamin begins to sweat at the mere fucking contact.  Something was different, something was very fucking different, and he wanted to jump Homelander’s bones like never before.  Whatever it was, he couldn’t name it.  At first, maybe he thought it was something about his appearance.  He did look extra handsome, but nothing seemed… different?  Same undercut, same suit, same handsome smile.

He still dominated the room just as he always did.  Still toyed with each of the members in his own cruel ways– well, playful ways with him, cruel only to the others.  

Ben simply couldn’t figure it out.

Until he said that.

The way he moved when he said it.  Homelander had leaned down to say it right next to his ear and he’d caught a whiff of something.

He had no idea what it was, no clue at all, but the intensified smell made his entire body go rigid and his cunt clench.  Ben tried to be subtle about his building arousal, but he knew that extra deep inhale didn’t go unnoticed.

Not with the way Homelander winked at him as he took his place at the head of the table once more.

Worse yet, now that Ben had caught that scent, he couldn’t stop smelling it.  It seemed to permeate the room.  It was everywhere.  Like it had embedded itself into his olfactory bulbs and it was all he could fucking smell.  Not even the complimentary Vought brand coffee with its typically overpowering odor could dominate his senses.

He squirmed through the whole meeting. Crossed his legs, clenched them tight.  Heard his heartbeat in his ears for the whole duration.  By the end, he knew he’d soaked a small patch right into his suit, and thank fuck the fabric was dark enough that it wouldn’t be visible or he’d be truly mortified.

Benjamin remained in his seat as the others left the room.  Used to be they’d give him sympathetic looks every time Homelander directed him to stay afterward, but it had become the norm over the past year.  Once they’d all left, he pulled his mask off.

“Did you hear a word I said?”  Homelander teased, pressing a button on the table to lock the conference room doors.  “Or were you too busy leaving a snail trail on your seat to notice?”

“I did, I–” Ben stopped as soon as his voice quivered.

“Really?” Homelander inquired, stalking over to stand behind him.  “On your feet.  Tell me what today was about.”  He was thrilled to the point of bursting to know it was working.  Oh the fun he was going to have with this…

Ben rose from his seat, head light and clouded with lust.  The wet fabric of his underwear grazed his hardened clit and he all but stumbled.  Before he could even speak, Homelander’s hands were upon him and that scent was fogging his senses tenfold.

“You can’t tell me, can you?”  John smirked, pressing himself against the web-head’s rear.  He discards his gloves and reaches around to swipe his fingers over Ben’s clothed cunt, chuckling darkly at how wet he was already.  The other hand trails up to lodge his thumb in the bug’s mouth and he feels Ben’s entire body react to the taste.  “Feels like you were too busy making a mess of yourself to care.  You’re fucking drenched.”

Ben’s hips rock back against him, head tipping to make room for the lips beginning to peck at his neck.  The taste of Homelander’s skin is sweeter than he normally tastes. Sweeter than anything he’s ever had in his life.

He moans around the digit.

“Pretty little thing with my finger in your mouth.” Homelander purrs in his ear, fingers rubbing at his soaked core.  “Bet you wish it was my cock instead, right?”  He presses down against Ben’s tongue.  “Answer me, pretty boy.”

The bug nods furiously, hips pushing forward to seek more pressure from the hand between his thighs.  He bites against Homelander’s knuckle, drawing forth a deep, dark laugh from the man behind him.

Within seconds, he’s forced onto his knees and Homelander’s cock is lodged firmly between his lips, pounding the back of his throat without any buildup.  He gags twice, but ultimately takes little time at all to adjust to the girth filling him, moaning with every opportunity for breaths, hand dragging Homelander’s pants down enough to toy with his balls.

The taste from before is infinitely stronger and Benjamin feels his slick pool even more through his drenched underwear. But he wants this, wants this so fucking bad he can hardly stand it.  He wants to get used, wants to be fucked in every way imaginable.  Something more powerful than his own mind demands it.

“That’s right, fuckin’ choke on it,” John grits as he rams in hard, holding himself there.  “Fucking slut, all wet for me in a meeting of all things.”  He reaches down and lovingly taps against Ben’s cheek.  “Bet you’re so horny you’d have let me fuck you in front of them!  Claim you, take you apart with an audience.”  He draws out and drags his shaft across Ben’s flushed face.  “You were made for me– made for my cock.”

Ben nods, mouth open and tongue wagging out to catch his length once more.

Homelander begins to jerk himself off, tip pressed firmly to that needly little tongue that was just begging for his load.

“That’s it,” he growls between slick strokes.  “S-Swallow every drop and show me!  Show me how good you take it– ah!”

He moans freely through his orgasm, eyes fighting to stay open so he can watch every spurt that paints his lovely little Benjamin’s mouth and face.  He watches it pool along Ben’s tongue, shoot onto his upper lip, a little on the flare of his nostril.  With a hand in his hair, he tips Benjamin’s head back.

“Swallow,” he orders, pleased as can be when his little spider does so without any objection and shows him an empty mouth.

With a pleased pat to Ben’s cheek, Homelander pulls his pants up, smirking wickedly at the desperate, whining complaint from his love bug.

“Oh, you didn’t think I was gonna fuck you after this, did you?”  He muses playfully.  “I know I said you’re a good boy, but you’re too good.  Y’see, you ranked higher than me this month and that, babe, just hurts my feelings.”

“Wh– I didn’t mean to!”  Ben says desperately, crawling toward him on his hands and knees.  “Please, Johnny!  I need–”

“Mmm, nah.” He sighs theatrically.  “I don’t think I can right now.  Besides, the board of directors are gonna be using this room soon.  They’re probably already outside the door, so you should probably get cleaned up…”

With a whine bordering on truly pathetic, Benjamin wipes his face clean of come and saliva and rises to his feet.

“What a shame… I’d have liked to, though.  You just had to be such a good boy and outdo me.  Oh well,” Homelander lilts, unlocking the door and making his way out.  “Maybe next time.”

Next time comes fairly quickly, as does he.  Roughly an hour later, Benjamin cornered him in a hallway and dragged him into some random broom closet.  Webbed the door shut, jerked him stiff– not that it was difficult to do– and begged to get fucked.

So Homelander did exactly that.  Fucked him hard and fast against the wall, pace brutal and unrelenting, catering only to himself.  He spilled a thick load and slipped out, watching with satisfaction as it leaked from Ben’s sopping core and splattered onto the ground.

His little spider begged him for more, of course.  Begged for anything– fingers, his mouth, anything at all, to no avail.  Homelander left him there, desperate and nearly unhinged, to bring himself to an unsatisfying climax.  

Even then, it wasn’t nearly enough.

Homelander went about his daily bullshit duties for a time, relaxed and in such a great mood from having gotten off twice in one morning.  His little scheme had been more than rewarding and anything that came after was simply a bonus.

He slips into the elevator, deep in thought, but is pleasantly surprised to find his little love bug in there as well.  A glimpse through the mask lets him see just how feral the look in Ben’s eyes had become.

The elevator shuts.

“Lovely weather we’re ha–”  He tries to jest, but Benjamin pounces on him in an instant, forcing him back.  Homelander grins gleefully at the way Ben clings to the wall, effectively caging him.

“We’re going to your place,” Ben all but pants.  “And you’re going to make me come as many fucking times as it takes.”

What a delicious offer.

“Am I now?”  Homelander teases.  Ben lifts his mask just enough to expose his mouth before diving in on his neck.  Teeth sink into his flesh and the sensation tingles right down to his groin.  Never enough force to puncture, but just enough to make him fucking feel it.  “What’s got you thinking you can make me?”

The elevator was rising and anyone could come in at any moment.  They’d be caught red handed, but neither seemed bothered.

Those teeth bite even harder– probably as hard as his little spider possibly can– and he chuckles darkly.  

“Oooh, a bug bite,” he muses.  “Maybe they should call you Mosquito-Man inste– oh!”  He bites off a gritty moan.  In the midst of his tease, Ben reached down, pressed his fingers back to his taint, and pushed hard.  “Oh ff–”

The elevator dings and the doors open to the floor of his penthouse.  Benjamin, smirking, drags him down the hall.  As soon as they cross the threshold, the bug throws him against a wall.

“Do you,” Ben purrs with a trembling voice, “have any fucking clue how horny I am?”  He buries his nose in Homelander’s neck and takes a deep, long sniff.  “You smell like fucking sex!  That doesn’t even make sense, but–”  He licks a thick stripe from jugular to jaw. “You fucking do.”

With a dark chuckle, Homelander rips the mask off Benjamin’s head and takes a handful of his mussed hair.  He forces Ben to back up and throws him onto the leather couch, admiring the view of his spread legs and the darkened patch of slick soaking between them.

He leans forward until he’s crawling up the length of Ben’s body like a predator stalks its prey, fangs bared and eyes dark with the thrill of the hunt.

“I can still smell my come in you.”  

The statement alone is enough to make Ben’s cunt flutter with excitement.  In a flash, his suit and underwear are torn from his body and his dripping pussy is exposed to the voracious man before him. 

Homelander’s tongue swipes between his folds before he even has time to beg for it.  Ben’s head falls back with a cry of bliss, relief and excitement swirling in his head all at once.  His thighs are pinned to his chest and John makes the loudest fucking slurping sounds with every pass.

“F-Fuck!”  He mewls, trying desperately to rut against the tongue washing over his bud– but Homelander holds him in place.  When that warm, wet muscle delves into his hole, he keens and thrashes his head back and forth.  Ben’s hands grab desperately for anything, anything at all.  “Johnny, please!  I– No!”  He cries when it all halts abruptly.

Homelander comes back up with a slick soaked chin to kiss him, slotting right between his legs.  He swallows Benjamin’s complaint with a messy kiss, licking his taste inside.  Homelander was not a giving man by any means, but he wanted his little spider to indulge in the delicacy of himself.

He rocks his hips forward, mind hazing at the grind of the cup in his suit against his cock.  He mimes the act of flat out fucking Benjamin, grinding and humping against him with an otherworldly force.  If the bug were anyone else, his pelvis probably would’ve shattered by now.

Ben tangles his hands in Homelander’s hair and tugs harshly.  His hips rise and fall to meet each thrust and every brush of John’s suit against his clit makes him see stars.  He moans freely, unabashedly with each stroke and, oh, it feels so fucking good! 

He changes direction to start prying that stupid fucking suit off of Homelander.  All but shreds the cape, peels the top layer off and that scent hits him full force again.  With his legs around Homelander’s hips, Ben rolls them onto the floor with a heavy thud.

“Oooh,” John lilts.  He puts up no fight when his boots and pants are tugged free, and especially doesn’t complain when Ben suckles the tip of his cock through his briefs before ripping them clean off.  In seemingly a flash, the tip of his cock is breaching Benjamins’ cunt and that heat transcends his body and floods his mind.

With a needy little moan, he grips Ben’s hips and impales him in one sharp thrust.  His ego swells at the noises his little spider makes at the adjustment.  Ben is so wet he practically slid right in.  It’s always good, but now?  Seeing him so desperate, seeing such an unhinged look in his little spider’s eye– god, it made it even fucking better.

Benjamin starts riding him desperately.  There is no coordination to his movements, no sense of dignity or pride to be upheld with the frenzied way he fucks against him.  His eyes roll back, his head lolls around, and he moves like his life depends on it.  When Homelander tries to sit up, he shoves him back.

Ben digs his fingers into the tufts of hair on his love’s chest and lets the setae in his digits embed.  A dizziness rises from his cunt all the way to his head and the room fucking spins.  His breaths leave in frantic, heaving gasps.  He’s close, he’s close– he’s so fucking close!

Hands come down hard against his ass and grip with a punishing force to direct his movements.  He tries to fight it, tries to keep his own pace that was going to be enough, but Homelander would always win in a game of strength. 

His whimpering complaint becomes a pathetic moan as the cock filling him begins fucking him at a pace far more brutal that what he could accomplish himself.  Homelander fucks deep, fucks hard and furiously, strikes his cervix damn near every time and it hurts so good.  Ben falls against his chest, mind drifting away until he’s being rammed against a cold surface.

He peers from under heavy eyelids and the whole fucking room is upside down.  He’s pressed to the ceiling, whining and keening as he’s fucked raw.

“Think you’re gonna overpower me!?”

He doesn’t have it in him to even shake his head.

“Think I can’t take control from you in a fucking second?”  John grits between snaps of his hips.  Ben’s helpless sounds are like a fucking melody in his ear.  He reaches down and presses against Ben’s clit and gives the slightest rub that sends him over the edge.  His melody is a symphony screamed for him, only for him.  He doesn’t stop rutting, doesn’t stop fucking into him hard and fast even as Ben’s cunt flutters and clenches over and over again. By all means he should fucking let off and make Benjamin suffer the rest of the day for shoving him back like that.

“Think I can't take whatever I want!?” 

But he doesn’t.

Homelander drops down to the floor, keeping Benjamin impaled on his throbbing cock with ease.  He walks them to the window and slips out just long enough to spin him.

“Bet those fucks in the building across the street can see you,” he snarls.  He rams his cock into Ben so hard the glass creaks in protest.  Each thrust is pointed, accentuated by his words.  “Little.  Fucking. Slut! Show the world how good you take me. Let ‘em all see what a little whore you are!”

The cold from outside seeps through the fogging glass, penetrating Ben’s skin with an icy chill that contrasts the fire burning inside him.  He wonders if anyone can really see him like this.  Oh, if they only knew that their beloved Spider-Man was getting railed by The Homelander himself.  

Homelander leans back to take two bruising handfuls of Benjamin’s hips to push and pull him back and forth on his cock.  In turn, the web-head shoves his hands against the glass to push himself back into it.

“God, it’s fucking pathetic how bad you want me,” Homelander grits through clenched teeth.  “Dripping onto the fucking floor!”  

Ben squeezes his eyes shut and shoves back with all of his might, audibly cracking the glass and sending them both stumbling backward.  John catches him by the waist but doesn’t interrupt the motion.  They collide with the statue of Atlas, sending it and all of its beauty to the floor to shatter.

Homelander slips out of Ben and lifts him with one arm to the bedroom, shoving him onto the edge of the bed and yanking him just right to ram back inside with a throaty groan.  He reaches down and grasps a handful of those unruly brown locks and makes Ben stare into the mirror on the wall.

“Watch yourself get fucked.” He commands with an exceptionally sharp snap of his hips.  “Look  how fucking helpless you are!  I can do whatever I want to you, and you fuckin’ love it!”

Ben stares through lidded eyes.  He’s drooling, he’s got tear tracks down his face and handprint shaped bruises already forming at his hips.  And Homelander?

He looks like a fucking animal.  His eyes glimmer with specks of gathering crimson.  His fangs are bared, his brow is knit, and every muscle in his body flexes with restraint.

“Look at me!”  He demands.  As soon as Ben’s eyes meet his in the reflection, he slams into him hard once, twice, and a final third time before blowing his load deep inside.  His jaw tenses hard and his eyes screw shut.  A tense, rattling moan emerges from within his chest and he presses tight against Ben’s rear.  “That’s it– oh, fuck yeah!”

In Homelander’s blissful stupor, Ben seizes the opportunity to shove back and escape his grip.  There is always, always a point when John comes in which he is totally at ease– and the flicker of red behind his eyelids gives it away all too well.  Ben splays him out onto his back, right along the edge, and bends his legs toward his chest juuust enough to–

“O-oh, fuck–” Homelander keens.

Benjamin presses forward, taking his cock to the hilt in a position miming missionary with a special twist.  A reversal of sorts.

Maybe he’d let the switch up slide for a minute.  He always did like this position.

The web-head ruts forward and fucks John’s cock into himself with practiced ease.  Homelander’s legs wrap around his waist and the strokes deepen.

He can feel slick drooling down his balls and Ben looks like a glorious, fucked-out mess above him.  The bug’s clit grazes the base of his groin with each shallow thrust and he swears he sees something nearly rabid dance in those sweet, chocolate eyes

“Good boy!”  Ben gasps. “Lettin’ me fuck you– lettin’ me take what I want!  Knew you would, knew you’d let me have fun too– mmm, fuck!”

He wants to roll his eyes, but Benjamin feels so fucking good at this angle that he doesn’t know what to even do or say.  

“S-So good, baby,” he coos.  “So fucking hot!”

He relaxes a leg and shimmies a hand between to stroke his little spider’s nub and the stutter of his hips satisfies him to no end.

“That’s– ah– that’s good…” Ben mewls.  “Oh, fuck, rub my cock, baby!”

His fingers dance through the threads of come and slick between their bodies as he brings Benjamin higher and higher.  He watches his little love bug begin to hold his breath and thrust faster, harder, more and more until–

He all but screams, hips stuttering and legs quaking while his body practically fucking convulsed from his orgasm.  Ben heaves a sharp breath and his mind all but completely shuts down when that scent somehow floods his senses tenfold.  He collapses forward, engulfed entirely in the aroma.  His limbs twitch, his lower lip quivers, and his cunt doesn’t stop pulsing.  “Wh– what– I…” he tries, but no other words come out.  His vision starts to fade and the sheets hit his back.

He feels Homelander moving inside him again and he can’t even think.  He’s lost in the haze, lost in John, lost in whatever that fucking scent was.  Whatever it was– all of it– he just knew he fucking needed more and more.  Even when his vision whites out from his next climax, he needs more.

When he’s fucked with his head hanging off the bed, blood rushing to his skull, he needs fucking more.

Even when his cunt is overflowing and come soaks the mattress, when Homelander nearly lasers his fucking head off, when the walls are charred, when he’s confident he won’t be able to stand, when he’s fucked and eaten so raw he can’t even feel between his legs, he still needs more.

“Wh– What the fuck…” John pants weakly in his ear.  He’d finally collapsed, finally gone limp. Even his legs were beginning to tremble. “It was just fucking lotion, how are you–”

“Wha..?”  

Lotion?  

“The f-fucking– you know!  The cosmetic line. Your stuff.”

Ben peered up at him halfheartedly, barely coherent but just enough 

“S'fucking, I dunno. Hold on…” Homelander slung his arm over to the nightstand and palmed around for the jar. When he found it, his fingers dipped into the opening. He forgot to close it. 

Ben's eyes shot open the second the jar came near. 

“It's… Those dipshits in the lab fucked up. It's a horny spider magnet.” He explained with a weak grin. As if unconscious of his actions, Ben began to grind weakly against his leg. “I didn't think it'd work, but fuck… It worked.”

Ben looked at him in disbelief, but the way his body reacts to the simple change in proximity tells him it’s true.  How fucking funny, too, that the jar would sport his V-bodied spider crest.  Almost like it was designed specifically to reduce him to a begging wreck.

“You m-mean you– John!”  Ben whines and buries his face into Homelander’s neck.  The scent lingers strong there, making the throbbing between his legs begin once more.

“Not my fault you’re so fucking insatiable, babe.  That’s on you.”  He snorts a laugh.  Homelander trails his hand to Benjamin’s lower back and rubs soft, soothing circles.  “And no, I don’t know how long it lasts.  I just snagged it from the labs and uhh… slathered it all over myself… And rolled it onto the covers.”

“I’m gonna kick your ass– but later,” the bug promises playfully.  He slides his slicked core against Homelander’s thigh with languid rolls of his hips.  “Just… Lemme–”  If Homelander was somehow tired, then he’d just have to help himself.  “Fuck...  Thigh for now, dick later, okay?”

With a yawn, Homelander nods in agreement.  “Deal.”

It was going to be a long night.

[stitched-mouth]

Just For Research

Pairing: Professor! Rick Sanchez x College Student! GN! Reader.

Summary: When Rick discovers his top student is a virgin, he knows he must change that so she can write her paper on human pheromones.

Warnings: Smut, Intercourse (P in ?), Teacher x Student relationship, Age Gap, Virgin! Reader

Writing Time: 30 minutes.

Word Count: 650.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 7.

A/N:

Woke up in the middle of the night and decided to just write this. Sorry for any mistakes, this is not proofread. I’m just really trying to make sure everything is written before October arrives so the quality is some fics might be lacking a little, this might be one of them. This is probably my shortest fic so far. Oh well.

I also have completely forgotten what it was like in college. I did about 3 months of Combined Science in the UK before I dropped out for an apprenticeship instead and I don’t remember anything about those 3 months. So this could be all completely wrong but tbh I really don’t care.

I tried really hard to keep it GN, which is getting harder and harder for me due to the lack of gender neutral terms in the English language but I’ll keep managing.

Hope you enjoy, I’ve been eager to write something for Rick for ages now.

Thoughts were swarming your head, making it almost impossible to think about what was currently happening.

‘How did this happen?’ You thought, ‘This couldn’t of been an accident, but how then did it happen?’

You let out a torn scream, but Rick was fast to cover your mouth and silence it.

“Shut up little Whore, or the whole building will hear you.” He huffed.

Just a second ago you and Rick was discussing your college assignment. Your assignment was to write an essay about the human and animal pheromones that tell them to breed and compare the two. Something fairly basic for a Combined Science class and as the class’s top student, Rick expected this assignment to be a breeze for you.

But he had been wrong. For a top student with a bright future in Science, you had no idea about pheromones. Especially the sexual kind. It was the one thing you hadn’t studied yourself in your own time nor had you experienced it.

You had come to Rick after class to hopefully explain the subject better for you or give you good resources to look up but once Rick found out you was a virgin, what you got instead was a private lessons on pheromones that included an experimental or practical that would give you the experience.

So now you were bent over his desk taking all of him like the good little one you was.

“Please…” You whimpered, tired and stretched out to the max. It had only been a few minutes but this was completely new to a virgin.

“Please what, Whore?” Rick glared down at you, still thrusting in and out of you at an ungodly pace.

Rick didn’t think this was exactly the best way to show someone who had never experienced sexual feelings what they were like, but to be honest, he didn’t care. He was just looking for a reason to fuck you. His prettiest most innocent and intelligent little Princess/Prince who always sat in the front row, listening to him with wide ears.

But this had been a good lesson for you. Your sexual desire and need for Professor Sanchez now more than alive, it was insatiable.

“Please more Sir!” You cried.

Rick was a little shocked, but more than happy to oblige. And quickly increased his speed, you looked down and moaned into the once clean desk.

“Yeah? You like this cock? You want more of it, my little cocksleeve?” Rick groaned into your ears.

“Yes!” You nodded eagerly.

Obviously, you came first. You did so with a scream and giant smile. Rick came not too long after you onto your back, with just a few loud grunt.

You was pretty confident now you was gonna Ace this assignment.

[mychlapci]

Mer prowl is such a lil bitch at the facility that the staff have a problem trying to do anything with him cos he gets all hissy and swipey and those claws are real sharp. But they accidentally find out one day during a mandatory health check (yknow when there's too many servos trying to grab him and keep him down) that you just gotta touch his spikes or tease his slit and he his bad bitch behaviour drops so fast. He whines and squirms but no longer fights to get out of their grasp cos he wants that again. Do that again. Please.

Maybe it's a little unorthodox but they just need someone to tease Prowl while they work so he's a whimpering but docile mess

Unorthodox indeed... but it works. Prowl is a very lonely mer. His attitude is terrible, but truly he's just playing hard to get. All he wants, all he needs is a firm hand on his spikes and valve and he's basically putty on the researchers' table.

They quickly go from needing ten people to hold him down to only needing one examiner, and one brave volunteer who'll rub Prowl's slit the entire time. It's difficult to get hormone readings this way, but general examinations are easier, at least. Well, the volunteer probably comes back with their hands covered in pheromone-scented squirt up to the elbow, which is not ideal, but... it's the only way to keep Prowl from scratching out optics.

[tennisdadsaficionado]

I don't know if this is a bunny I'm going to write or if it's just an idea at this stage. I also need to do some 'research' into omegaverse because I survived the entire SPN *and* SPN RPF fandoms without reading or writing the damn thing

But... and this is mostly @alacants fault but the basic idea is that Juanki is an unmarked omega, and there are only betas and omegas at the academy. It's not promoted as such but there are no alphas.

And Juanki, as far as pretty much anyone is aware, is a beta. There's maybe a handful of people who know the truth.

Until one day, one of those beta kids goes through a late second puberty and starts emitting a whole bunch of pheromones during a training session and Juanki goes into unexpected heat. And then he's suddenly faced with that same alpha going all... well... alpha on his ass (attempting to do it literally) but also Carlos was *completely* unaware he was an alpha and has no idea WTF is going on, other than he suddenly wants Juanki

I don't think it's actually going to BE Carlos/Juanki but I'm... intirigued by the bunny

[ratcandy]

Seeing as ur a entomologist I like feel kinda silly using my limited bug facts to make a HC but I know ants are very pheromone driven and I can imagine Sozo feeling like super lost in the cult sober? Both like physically and mentally.

Like yes its very similar to a colony but there's like a biological factor missing that makes him feel lonely and disconnected. Cause he always mentions his family (wherever they are now) and how he clearly misses them and it could be the very fact lone ants don't survive long.

Like he can't get around well cause he probably barely left the grotto while infected and even then the Mushrooms led him back but there's no pheromone trail the cult. Or just having different task everyday. Cause I like to think he was like a scout since he was a researcher and not being able to do that role anymore like messes with him cause yeah it's easier to cook meals or serve a pint but he was like bred to do that and ant life is just so different from where he is now.

Sorry for rambling but i just really liked ur takes on Sozo and how you draw him and I wanted to share :]

DON'T WORRY about limited bug facts I am only a student!! And while I have done actual research on ants in an Ant Lab, that project was specifically about genome stuff regarding an invasive species, so my ant knowledge isn't super duper detailed!! I can just tell you basic stuff really sdghKJH

But the idea that Sozo would be absolutely Screwed Over in the cult due to pheromone fuckery* (or lack thereof) is totally valid!!!! And I love adding more things to make him suffer (lovingly) so Hell Yea. Whether the lack of a pheromone trail would be an issue for him or not would mostly depend on how anthropomorphized these guys are though,,,, regardless I am ALL for it

And definitely regarding him being lonely + Absolutely decimated by the fact he has no idea where he is or how to get back to his family. Like that whole situation is just Ow from an emotional standpoint, not even touching the Ant Biology. But touching the ant biology, ants having a lower life expectancy in isolation isn't just due to the Dangers, isolated ants just seemingly die faster than grouped ants, with no real known reason why (the journal I linked hypothesizes that it is a mixture of energy imbalance - as isolated ants tend to walk around more and spend a ton of energy - and issues with digesting food while alone). So that is a Very Real threat looming over him, if we're paying attention to that!!

AND Sozo being a colony's scout would make sense!! Not only for plot (him getting lost), but also for real ants, the older ones are the ones that do the foraging. Younger ants tend to stay at/near the colony while older ones go out longer distances (bees are the same way, it's called temporal polyethism!). So him being an Old Man on his last go out makes total sense. It's just an upsetting last excursion, since he can't get back to his family now.

And now he can't do it,,, yeah :( Having instaed to provide for this "new" colony that doesn't function the same way as he/his family did.... Culture shock to the Extreme

*(speaking of pheromone fuckery, now that we're talking about irl ant stuff, i had a really self-indulgent angst idea a while back about any of Sozo's family actually trying to track down where he was. Because if they did stumble across the grotto, before even getting NEAR the skull he hid away/died in, they would be able to sense the death pheromone. The very specific "i'm dead, bring me back to the colony" chemical that dead ants love to give off. like that would be a suck shit way to find out ur family member died)

[confusedgoldenflower]

Due to another wave of touch starvation/want for love and the inherent fluffy-cuddliness of omegaverse, I am, once again, bullying (<3) this part of the internet.

DISCLAIMER: This is according to what I’ve been able to understand of research and this is intellectualizing a fantastical idea. Also, I’m not “writing the rules” of omegaverse. I just have thoughts I wanna share. (Relevant screenshots at bottom.)

To begin, humans are animals. We are. We ain’t special except for the fact that we’re the surviving homosapiens (but not without any mixing, good job you horny fuckos) and we’re the shittiest sniffers outta the primate (and wider animal kingdom) lot. Even bugs communicate with scent/pheromones. Even plants communicate with chemicals (also sometimes known as smells). So chill.

We all already communicate on some level with pheromones—the research of which is pretty neat, I encourage y’all to take a looksy—because, again, animals. But as mentioned above, our sense of smell is shit. Pretty obvious if you know anything about dogs, at the very least. About half of our dna instructions for smell are turned off—that’s like a huge handicap for the whole “wild living”—and have decreased/turned off, like, four times faster than other primates.

How we spread scent, what imma call pheromone scent glands, coincides with areas of hair i.e. genitals, under arm, etc (idk how and haven’t found shit on how “social status” is conferred but okay, also it’s omegaverse, so it’s par for the course). Someone makes a joke about smelling someone’s hand after they scratch their testicals? That’s the info (smell) that’s being shared. “Stink kink?” Probably just basic body order and pheromones that naturally go with it considering Big Perfume.

So in omegaverse, I propose that the human nose is still dying at that rate because… like the science-person hypothesis says, close quarters equals big, obnoxious stink! [Third screencap.] Also, that the pheromone glands won’t be on hands because we’re touching everything all the time (people seem to base their omegaverse anatomy on canids (scent via paws) because, well, watch the YouTube doc on how omegaverse started if you don’t know by now. Suffice it to say, werewolves with a twist). Possibly something in feet since humanity likes covering those.

Areas of scent glands: anogenital and suprapubic. The first means the genital region (vulva/penis down to anus; the human anus already having a bunch of smaller glands just within the sphincter already (ergo how shitting marks territory (also can just grind as a way to mark))). These seem to be primarily in the perineum area, usually on each “side” if you drew a center line. Animals we’re more familiar with having anal glands are other mammals (your vet asking if your cat or dog needs their glands expressed) which are beside the anus and have been historically used in perfumes (musk) [the way humans went “hm, our natural odors and milk aren’t cool enough, let’s take from other species!” is so wild to me, but, sure, let’s freak out over adult nursing relationships and vegan (somehow) icecream parlors whilst drinking our moo-cow chocy milky. Humans and our silly, quirky standards, amiright (I’ve been down so many rabbit holes now)]. The suprapubic area is above the pubic bone and beneath the naval. I couldn’t find any examples so I don’t know the exact location?? I can only assume it’d be along the mons pubis-“happy trail,” if you will, line?

(New gland just dropped! https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1002/ar.1092350411. Also, humans don’t have true urinary glands (prostate is a gland tho), and the vulvar region has a lot of glands (all named after men, whoo….). I don’t know about intersex and I sorta doubt there’s sufficient science that “deep” yet, fuck y’all human spectrum deniers. You want another rabbit hole? Anogenital mammary glands. Yeah, it’s as wild as it sounds. Last thing: men can and HAVE been lactating. They have all the tissue, generically speaking, it’s just the “usual” changes didn’t happen during puberty to make it obvious. It’s been recorded in historic records of instances (i.e. partum loss of wife).)

https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1002/ar.1092350411

I allot “beard line” scent glands or head-crown glands because nuzzling is cute, let’s be real. (Primates don’t seem to have facial/head glands, at least not that I’ve found.) Muntjak deer have very obvious glands on their faces and we all know cats have cheek glands, so there’s also that. Again, I find nuzzling cute so eh (but the gland itself might be unsightly, see muntjak and lemur glands). Lemurs (a type of primate) have wrist and elbow glands with spikes for the purpose of marking, I’d say that’d be evolutionarily lost to omegaverse humans because modern age… unless you want some possibly dangerous vestigial traits.

Some primates also have sternum glands and marking. It’s a bit more of an author’s choice as some primates don’t even have glands, and so don’t do the behaviors (like macaques and real life humans). These glands sorta range from being obvious to “wait, there’s a gland there?”

Also the abcc11 (less stinky arm axilla) would likely still be a thing. Don’t forget, fic writers of eastern characters! (Lmao white people enter chat and the locals are just “why do these rude strangers wanna fight so bad?”)

As far as neck “mate” marking… pheromone scent glands (as opposed to the regular sweat glands) are specialised, so it’s not entirely unreasonable (scientifically) for certain glands to have more specialised purposes. Perhaps matching one in the mouth to coat the teeth (does partner smear spit over teeth with tongue? I’m putting too much thought into this) prior to bite/marking.

Omegaverse would maybe-probably have other/more hormones especially considering the inherent intersexuality of (mainly) the omegas, but I’m TIRED of the fucking air freshener “natural human scents.” Testosterone is musky and sweet. Estrogen is… there really aren’t a lot of studies on it but it’s levels affect vaginal scents (fucking duh) which has been described as “most feminine” during follicular phase. Vaginal canal is slightly acidic so it’s gonna smell like it, remember that. Simple explanations but mainly referring to bacterial causality: https://www.healthline.com/health/womens-health/vagina-smells. The hormone levels: https://neurosciencenews.com/female-hormone-smell-9856/.

Period control irl changes the scent, so how might “scent blockers” and “heat medication” do that? Patches or pill or insert or injection? (How might these things also affect discharge?) As do menstrual phase, life phase (i.e. prepubescence and menopausal) food and activities.

We already subconsciously communicate emotions via chemical cues, however, whether or not any animal can CHOOSE/CONSCIOUSLY generate these is unclear (see: “he pumped out calming pheromones to calm his omega/pup”)—I’d say sans calming oneself down or even angering oneself etc.

So history wise, as humanity develops ideas of couthe, they might erect things like the Shigir Idol with which to mark territory to avoid messying of territory via pissing and shitting everywhere because that’s also problematic hygiene wise (other animals understand this, btw), or because any handy landmark like a tree isn’t where it’d be ideal. Yup, I’m roping in how history can be factored into this shit, fite this nerd.

If I could choose, there’d be no “alpha voice,” ew, where’d that even come from and don’t say Dune. And no “primes,” whatever the fuck that even means. The elevated misogyny, too, would be burning in the dumpster courtesy of a mal o tov cocktail. Seriously, people, self reflect and also have more fun.

[I get angry] Heat, aka estrus, is when a female animal is receptive to mating and can conceive, it is NOT menstruation. It does NOT hurt the animal (or omega, in this case) although there may be blood smears in the mucus generation. STOP making it extra horny periods, you fucking ignorant weirdoes. It’s main signs are vulvar swelling, heightened mucosal creation/more vaginal discharge, decreased feeding, humping/mounting others around, and increased restlessness. Why the fuck would the smooth muscles be cramping during this? Hm? What’s being expelled? Do you even understand the fundamental purpose of a period? (*Takes the shit education system out back and-*)

Now, estrus and menstruation COULD coexist as periods are the body NOT re-absorbing that material (fuckin’ dumb move, mate, why do we exist) after not conceiving—which means it’s AFTER the human version of estrus—and also that entire grouping of organs begging for an end to existence. So the estrus cycle would be included in menstrual cycle as humans would be experiencing typical estrus as well. Also, I find the mindlessness fucking dumb—like brain fog/massive brain space taken up by the horniness, okay, but a fugue-like state of horniness is weird and dumb. In my opinion.

I’d add a lot more [allo]grooming—not THAT kind of grooming—to these aus too, since it’s an important social/wellbeing interaction in any sort of animal social groups, and we also do it naturally already, see: petting animals and head pats. Edit: also the “let’s take a baaAAAaath, I’ll wash your baaAAAaak!” No, I’m not trying to encourage more fluff in order to have imaginary people to live vicariously through because I’m lonely, what are you talking about.

Calling any babies pups/kits/kittens/cubs I think is stupid cute, so no notes, besides… let’s switch it up sometimes?

Last and reblog-added screencaps will be examples of how you can choose your omegas (female substitute) and alphas (male substitute) to scent mark and at what frequency. Toss a coin for your betas and gammas and deltas, I guess.

[kyoxyukiforever]

The Science of A/B/O

Part 4 - Mating

Part 1 (The Basics), Part 2 (Heats and Ruts), Part 3 (Scents and Pheromones), Part 4 (Mating), Part 5 (Genetics and Presenting)

Warning: sex ed that no one asked for and all that that implies, discussions of knotting, slick, mating bites, semen, ejaculation, sexual anatomy and physiology of both humans and animals, and the most PG diagrams I could manage to find on the internet

MATING BITES

It seems like the reason A/B/O fiction depicts a scent gland as being on the neck is for the mating bite. The mating bite is based on an actual phenomenon that occurs in nature. Plenty of animals will bite their partners while mating, from cats to weasels to spiders. That said, mating bites in nature aren’t a way of forming or strengthening a bond. Instead, it’s considered one of many behaviors in nature that are classified as sexual coercion. When mating bites occur in real life, it’s to prevent the other animal from moving, escaping, or attacking the one delivering the bite. There isn't even a scent gland there - at least not that I could find in any of the animals I researched who exhibit this behavior.

Now, I'm just reading through existing papers and studies and applying them to the tropes that exist in A/B/O, mostly so you guys don't have to wade through hundreds of pages of densely worded scientific prose, but I don't have the expertise needed to invent new science, which I would need to do in order to explain mating bites in A/B/O.

Luckily for me, someone else has already done that.

@brainsforbabyjesus also did an in depth dive into the science of A/B/O over on AO3, which I highly encourage you to check out!

I actually wish that I had come across it before I did all of the research for these posts, but oh well. On the bright side, there are now two pieces of literature on the science of A/B/O for your perusal, each of which resulted from completely separate research methods, which means if you read both, you'll have a wealth of information coming from totally uncoordinated sources!

All that said, @brainsforbabyjesus seems to have a better understanding of applied biology than I do, and they invented a way for mating bites to work!

I'm not going to linger on it here, because you really should check out their work using this link or the link above (yes I linked it twice, go read it - mating bites are in chapter 4!). I'm just going to do a very bare bones rundown of their theory in order to continue on with my own research.

They suggest that there are three glands located on the back and either side of the neck (plus some surrounding nerves) that they call "the coniguim glandis (literally marriage gland)" and that during a heat/rut, either during or immediately following an orgasm, a "bonding enzyme" is produced inside an alpha/omega's mouth. When this enzyme is introduced to the coniguim glandis, the bite recipient literally gets their biology rewritten.

If that sounds fantastical, it is, but it's also firmly based in real world science, and if you want to understand it more in depth, PLEASE go check out their work. They also offer explanations for true mates and the trope of dying when one's mate dies. Happy reading!

Back to my own research and conclusions: the production of an enzyme in the mouth isn't the only interesting thing that happens to alphas and omegas during or immediately following an orgasm (although I will take this opportunity to posit that maybe the enzyme has anesthetic properties to make the bite hurt less).

That's right folks! We're finally getting to...

KNOTTING!

Let's just... let's just do this.

Knotting is something that happens in real life, specifically in canid mammals like dogs and wolves. You probably already knew that, but let's get into specifics. The knot, or bulbus glandis (pause for laughter) is an erectile tissue structure at the base of the penis, and not actually a gland. Immediately before ejaculation, this knot does exactly what you would expect erectile tissue to do: it becomes firm and engorged.

The purpose of this structure is to lock, tie, or knot the two animals together. This ensures that the penis remains in the vagina for the entire duration of ejaculation. Now uh, for humans, this isn't actually a difficult thing to accomplish, seeing as the average ejaculation duration of a human male is 4.2 seconds, or 10 seconds at the very most. Canids, on the other hand, will remain knotted or tied together for anywhere between 2 and 45 minutes, and ejaculation lasts the whole friggin' time.

I know that there's a pretty big gap between two and forty-five minutes, and this is largely down to the specific type of canid. Since I'm sure you're wondering: in wolves, the tie, or coitus entrapus (yes, really) typically lasts between 15 and 30 minutes, although it might be as short as 5 minutes, or as long as 40 minutes. Yet again, the timing isn't really narrowed down much further. So why is there such a huge disparity?

Well, when a wolf's knot becomes erect, it stays that way until literally all of the sperm is gone.

For comparison, a human ejaculates an average of 2 to 5 milliliters of semen, with each milliliter containing about 100 million sperm. Dogs? One milliliter of semen contains 300 million sperm, and they can ejaculate up to 30 milliliters. If you are remarkably quick at mental math, you might have calculated that this amounts to a total of nine billion (9,000,000,000) sperm for a single ejaculation, and you'd be right... mathematically speaking. In actuality, it only comes to about 2 billion, even at the 30 ml mark.

Obviously, the math doesn't add up. Why? Because ejaculation, in both humans and wolves, occurs in stages. As far as wolves go, the general consensus is that the first 30 seconds of ejaculate come from the prostate gland, followed by sperm-rich semen for a couple minutes, and then more from the prostate gland for anywhere between 6 and 45 minutes. With humans, because of how brief our ejaculation is, we tend to think of semen as everything mixed together all at once, but prostatic fluid does cleanse the urethra for the sperm before it makes its journey in humans as well.

So the reason there aren't 9 billion sperm in a dog's ejaculate is because not all of the ejaculate has sperm in it. Still though, 2 billion is nothing to sneeze at. What does this mean for our alphas?

This is another thing that is up to author discretion. The amount of ejaculate correlates in part with how long it has been since the last ejaculation, and for dogs, whose females are monoestrous, the males are really saving up for the whole house. Meanwhile, humans are paying monthly rent in a crappy apartment complex. Basically, human's tend to be a lot more wasteful of their genetic material. Dogs wait until they're already tied before ejaculating in order to maximize their odds of reproducing, but humans will settle for a hand and a computer screen.

So presumably this means that an alpha would have a shorter ejaculation, but uh... not necessarily. Remember that a dog's semen is only sperm rich for one or two minutes. Most of the semen is composed of prostatic fluid, accounting for up to forty-five minutes of the time the animals spend tied together.

In humans, prostatic fluid accounts for 20-30% of the semen ejaculated - significantly less than a dog. Here's the thing, though: human and canid prostate glands are pretty much the same size, and it isn't out of the question to suggest that when an alpha successfully achieves a tie, they might expel a comparable amount of prostatic fluid to dogs. This almost certainly wouldn't happen without a tie - although I suppose that physiologically the body could be tricked into it by using a sleeve of some kind. Without having successfully knotted, the alpha's ejaculation would likely look exactly the same as a normal human's.

That said, an alpha's ejaculation doesn't need to look like a dog's when they do knot. They could just as easily have the 4.2 second one normal people have, followed by a knot for some duration of time determined by the author, no further contribution required. Regardless, the amount of sperm in a male alpha's semen would be the same, no matter how much prostatic fluid you decide to include. Human sperm takes 74 days to mature fully, and completely emptying your, uh, bank account the way dogs do would leave you completely infertile for 74 days following a single orgasm - not exactly a reproductive advantage.

Now you might be thinking that coming for 45 minutes straight sounds absolutely insane, and sure, it has the potential to be very hot and very messy, but at what cost? I feel like I'm getting a cramp just thinking about it! Luckily for the alphas in this scenario, they don't have to do all the work themselves.

That's right, we're finally gonna talk about omegas, and how they contribute to the mating process!

Now before I get to the slick (yes, I hear you, just hang on a sec), I want to introduce you to a little something called the constrictor vestibuli muscles. These are a series of muscles just inside the opening of a female canine's vagina, and they are literally designed to clamp down around a knot and milk it.

The constrictor vestibuli reflexively (involuntarily) clamp down when they detect the presence of a knot, and once they have, they will contract and release around the knot repeatedly to help the male remain erect and continue to ejaculate. Just like how you can't stop yourself from ejaculating once you've started, the constrictor vestibuli are going to do their job, regardless of what the animal (or omega) they belong to might want. I thought this was an important thing to bring up, since I haven't really come across it while reading A/B/O fanfiction. It's interesting to me that both alphas and omegas would have these reflexive reactions while mating.

Okay, let's get to the important thing.

SLICK

In A/B/O, omegas produce slick, a form of natural lubrication, while they're in heat. Human women also produce natural lubricant using something called the Bartholin's gland (which is called the Cowper's gland in men and is actually what produces precum), but the way slick is depicted in fanfiction tells us that it's something... more significant, let's say.

We can once again turn to animals in heat to figure out how the natural lubricant really works and what it is. Animals start producing 'slick' during their preheat, or proestrus phase, and it's not coming from the Bartholin's gland. Instead, it comes directly from the cervix.

The technical term for this 'slick' is cervical mucus, which doesn't sound nearly as appealing. What is appealing about all of this is the fact that humans also produce cervical mucus. That's right! Humans produce slick just like animals do! In fact, women trying to get pregnant can identify when they are at their most fertile by the texture of their cervical mucus.

Cervical mucus serves two different purposes at two different parts of an estrous/menstrual cycle. If it's not a good time for fertilization to occur, it will be dry, tacky, or sticky. This texture of mucus is too thick for sperm to swim through. Sorry guys, this uterus is closed, please come back during regular business hours.

If it is a good time, then it serves a different function - the complete opposite one, in fact. Two days before ovulation in humans, or the beginning of preheat in animals with estrous cycles, the mucus changes to a creamy, yogurt-like consistency. By the time the body is ready, or when heat begins properly, it will be slippery and stretchy, resembling raw egg whites. This type of cervical mucus is ideal for sperm to swim through, maximizing the chance of fertilization.

Also, don't blame me for comparing the textures to foods, it's just what doctors and scientists tend to compare them to in the relevant literature. The egg whites in particular were brought up in nearly every paper I read with shocking consistency, so uh. Yeah, slick is egg whites, I guess.

One last thing before I leave this part of A/B/O Science - we talked a lot today about prostates. Like... a lot. I just wanted to address something:

Could male omegas have prostates?

You might remember that way back in the very first part of this series we discussed how certain body parts start off as the same thing in utero and become different things as the fetus develops? The example from back then was the gonads, which become either the ovaries or the testes. Well we have something similar with the prostate.

In females, the Skene's gland is homologous to the prostate in men, and it functions in much the same way. It stops you from pissing yourself (yeah, fun fact), and it produces prostate-specific antigen (PSA), which in men is designed to "water down" the semen so it can travel more easily through the urethra. The PSA produced in the Skene's gland doesn't have any sperm to deal with, but many scientists believe that PSA is what 'female ejaculation' actually is. So it would seem that the answer is no, male omegas can't have prostates...

...or can they?

Trans men who have been on testosterone for long periods of time can actually develop prostate tissue. In fact, after being on T for 43 months, seven out of eight trans men had some prostate tissue growth. 69% (heh) of the tissue was even shown to be producing PSA!

Now, because this prostate tissue isn't attached to the urethra, it doesn't contribute to the semen. It may or may not enter the bloodstream as inactive PSA, which is perfectly normal and happens to a portion of the PSA produced by a prostate belonging to a cis man as well, but there's no data on that yet. This discovery is actually very new, so there's a lot left to learn. What we do know is that this tissue appears totally harmless. None of the individuals shown to have this growth have gone on to develop prostate cancer or any other related issue - although many people will have a cancer scare when this tissue first appears, as it can easily be mistaken for a tumor at first glance.

Since we determined early on that male omegas would have a normal amount of androgens (the stuff that gives you chest hair and makes your voice drop) for a human male, we can also assume that they would see growth of prostate tissue. In fact, some intersex people have the exact same growth, although it is often further along than you would see in a trans man, because they've had those androgens for longer.

Scientists took tissue samples, and 100% of this surprise prostate tissue expressed androgen receptors. Basically, it's safe to assume that androgens, the same stuff that would make a male omega grow chest hair and have a deeper voice, would also cause them to grow a prostate.

That said, the Skene's gland would still be fulfilling the function of the prostate. Any prostate-specific antigen that occurs in ejaculate would be made there. Also, because omegas aren't producing sperm, their ejaculate wouldn't be nearly as thick as ejaculate with sperm in it. Instead, it would look and feel pretty much like milk. Also, if you want alphas to ejaculate for forty minutes, most of it would be milky as well.

This has been your PSA PSA for the day!

Next up on A/B/O Science: GENETICS AND PRESENTING

Part 1 (The Basics), Part 2 (Heats and Ruts), Part 3 (Scents and Pheromones), Part 4 (Mating), Part 5 (Genetics and Presenting)

[not-poignant]

I’m super intrigued by the worldbuilding in the Underline version of omegaverse! Are the websites Nate was reading about heats correct in their reasoning for omegas having heats? How much is the science skewed by bias against omegas?

Not me completely forgetting what I wrote and having to go back and double check so I can answer this probably x.x I would never

All right, you have hit the nail on the head though - there is absolutely scientific bias against omegas! So there's some truth, and some emotional judgement which is absolutely a sack of shit.

Let's look at what Nate finds when he researches this:

This was what heat was, the clouding of his mind, the haziness, the drive to be with someone stronger who would protect him. He used to research it once, because what was even the point of something that drove him crazy? But it made sense once he read about it. Omegas were physiologically the weakest and went into heat to compel or hypnotise alphas into protecting them and looking after them. The articles he'd read made it sound like a trick that omegas pulled, their scents and bodies changed, and alphas had to act, needed to do something about it. Even now, Nate felt manipulative. 

The statement 'omegas were physiologically the weakest' is a scientific judgement that's based purely on raw muscle size and ability and clearly comes from a world that privileges muscular strength (i.e. alpha strength) over hormonal strength (I would argue that anyone who falls / is leveled by an omega's hormones is not necessarily the 'stronger' one, and that it doesn't need to be about strength in the first place).

The statement 'The articles he'd read made it sound like a trick that omegas pulled (and) to compel or hypnotise alphas into protecting them' - strongly suggests that these articles are being written by alpha scientists who probably resent the fact that they're drawn to omegas, or that omegas in heat influence everyone around them. It also makes it seem like having to give into the hormonal urge to protect an omega is a burden, and not something that alphas take advantage of all the time to hurt or harm omegas. Omegas are positioned as unfairly manipulative, almost. This isn't fair scientific inquiry, it's strong bias against omegas, using research to justify it.

Nate could find more fair research articles, but he's not as likely to find them, because they're not as common, and they're not the commonly held views. The research articles that Temsen and Gary for example are publishing are very different to this tonally, but, they're not going to come up in the top search results. They're not going to be cited most on the Wikipedia page.

There are kernels of truth. Biologically, omegas secrete pheromones that encourage alphas to form strong bonds of partnership with them, to protect them (for omegas with uteruses, to specifically protect them during conception through to birth and beyond as well). But making judgements on this using weasel words like 'weak' or 'hypnotised' etc. is not particularly in the spirit of being fair or accurate!

I would compare the scientific representation to how women were represented in science in like the 50s and 60s, maybe a little beyond. There's inaccuracies, there's not enough research into the omega body, there's not enough appreciation that omegas are regular people who deserve equality, equity and basic human rights access to at least the same degree as alphas etc. And any articles suggesting otherwise are indicative of changes to come in the future, but are currently ahead of their time.

[hrodvitnon]

So we all know by now that Abraxasverse is fair game for stuff like Zerm's recursive fics, and that you're totally cool with concepts getting borrowed from both the canonized stuff and the extended universe ask stuff from this blog.

But what's your stance on Shamhat stuff? How ok are you with people taking some inspiration from that story?

I ask because I figure it's status as incomplete would probably have an effect on this, and my personal assumption is that you'd rather not have major recursive fics that build off that story until it's finished. Which is totally understandable btw.

Main reason I'm asking is because of the more conceptual stuff in the story I really jive with (Godzilla having a knot, Titan mating cycles, Mothra pheromones, double-dick Ghidorah), basically unique ideas you've come up with that others (me) may want to utilize in their own fics.

Just trying to gauge how you'd feel about stuff like that being used by others.

I'm also absolutely okay with anyone taking inspiration from Shamhat! I don't mind any recursive fics going in a different direction than I would have gone; it's a fun way to see how anyone else chooses to interpret things or add things to the table that I might not think of.

Though I should say that certain concepts are likely not a Hrodvitnon Original – as far as I know, Goji having both a prehensile penis and knot hadn't been done before Shamhat (the prehensile part is based on an idea I'd heard that old sea serpent sightings may have been sailors freaking out over whales going to the surface and, ahem, Freeing their Willies. And I thought dolphins were pervs). Though I'm fairly sure double-dong Ghidorah existed prior to Shamhat (unless I've been lax in my spicy fanart research), that just feels right for our favorite golden space dragon to be packing, plus some real life reptiles have double the red rockets as it were.

So... yeah. Feel free to borrow ideas from Shamhat! Go forth and create smut!

[the-meat-machine]

what other fascinating snake reproduction facts do you know? i can’t stop thinking about new snake facts and i am immensely curious now. please share your snake knowledge 🙏🏽

i would be thrilled to share more snake reproduction facts! thank you for giving me an excuse to infodump

• as mentioned before, snakes have two dicks. i have no idea why, because they only ever use one at a time, but there it is. they're normally stored inside the body below the cloaca, the same place where female snakes' clitorises are. when they're ready to mate, they turn one of the dicks inside out and pop it out through the cloaca. the dicks also have spines on them. nature is beautiful

• snakes can take a long-ass time to mate, sometimes staying locked together for hours or even up to a whole day. i don't know why. maybe they just like cuddling

• there's only one known snake species that always reproduces through parthenogenesis (i.e. a female basically "cloning" itself with no male involved). but there are quite a few other species of snakes where rare cases of parthenogenesis have been observed even though the species normally reproduces sexually

• that said, if your female snake lays fertilized eggs despite not having mated recently, the more likely reason is that female snakes can retain sperm inside them for months or even years before using it to fertilize eggs

• as snake embryos develop, their tails grow all curled up in a tight spiral like a little spring. it's kind of adorable

• snake testes are internal, long, and asymmetrical, with one further forward in the body than the other. the same is true for ovaries as well as most other paired organs in snakes (lungs, kidneys, etc)

• some species, like garter snakes, form huge "mating balls" where dozens of males all try to mate with the same female at once

• speaking of garter snakes, sometimes male garter snakes emit female pheromones, which attracts other male snakes and allows them to effectively steal the other males' body heat in the ensuing mating ball. early studies suggested that this was a reproductive strategy only used by a few snakes and that the objective was to race back to the actual females after leading the other males away. however, later research suggests that most or all male garter snakes may go through a female-mimicry phase upon waking from hibernation and the point is more to warm up and be protected from predators during a time when they're still cold and vulnerable. not a bad way to wake up imo