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Please more Cat76/ owner, anything please!

As you wish.  :)  Sorry this is so late.  Life has been…hectic.

As before, based on @pr0nb0t‘s Cat76/Petwatch AU.  Owner/Jack.  Definitely NSFW.

Jack looks at his owner, stretched out on the couch watchingthe flashing images of the TV.  Orrather, he looks at his owner’s lap.  It,Jack decides, is made just for him.  Whyelse would it be empty if not to serve as a perfect place for Jack to lay?

“Whoa!”  The remotegoes flying as Jack jumps up on the couch and stretches out across his owner’slap.  “Jesus, Jack Cat, don’t scare melike that!”  Jack ignores the complaintand purrs as he rolls over to bare his belly. He holds his arms up invitingly and stretches his legs out over thearm.  Perfectly in place.  Smiling, he wiggles his torso.

His owner gives him an absentminded pet and then divertsattention to finding the remote. Unacceptable.  “Ouch!” A harshhand slaps Jack’s stomach and Jack removes his teeth from his owner’s arm.  “That hurt!” His owner gives him another swat out of pure vengeance and Jackgrowls.  “Don’t give me that,” his ownerchastises.  “Don’t go around bitingpeople!”

Fine.  Whatever.  Can Jack get petted now?  Jack wiggles himself against his owner’s lapagain, this time without the smile. Smiling times are over.  Hisblatant begging only gets him a half-hearted scratch, though, before thepleasant fingers are taken away.  “Aha!”Jack’s owner exclaims, holding up the remote. “There it is.”

Oh hell no.  Jackbalefully eyes the object that keeps taking away his owner’s affections andswishes his tail.  How can the littlepiece of plastic being more worthy of attention than him?  He waits until his owner sets the remote downon the cushion and then deliberately pushes it off.  “Jack!” Jack swishes his tail furiously and holds his hands up again, demandinghis belly rub.  His owner does not lookpleased, but neither does Jack, so they’re even.  “You’re being bad.”

Jack growls but it dies in his throat when his owner giveshim another smack, this time landing it directly on Jack’s cock.  Jack’s legs curl up instinctively, protectinghis sensitive bits as the surprise flash of pain zings through him.  He tries to close his legs but his owner’shand stays between them, keeping them open just a little bit.  “Bad boy,” his owner scolds.  His owner gives him another swift tap on hiscock and Jack squirms.  That hurt.

Mixed up somewhere in it, though, is a little bit ofsomething else and it confuses Jack enough that he stays put.  In fact, his cock is already swelling inanticipation, though Jack’s not quite sure why, because his owner doesn’t seemto be in the mood to hand out anything but swats.

Apparently his cock is okay with that.  Jack just might be too.  He spreads his legs again.

“You’re a horny little shit, you know that, Jack Cat?”  Jack’s owner sighs.  “I just fucked you this morning.”  He gives Jack’s cock another quick swat andJack’s tail thrashes as he growls again but he stays put.  His cock gets bigger.  “And you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

Jack makes no apologies. He likes attention.  Everyoneknows this.  Everyone that matters thatis.

Jack’s owner runs a hand firmly over Jack’s cock and reachesdown to squeeze his balls, pleasure to go with the pain.  Jack rolls his hips up into the touch.  Now, they were getting somewhere.

A hard smack lands against his bottom, making it sting, andJack jumps.  It’s followed swiftly by twoothers, and Jack’s left leg is pulled back against his chest to make his ass aneasier target.  He’s spanked again, fourtimes quick, and Jack thrashes his tail again. It hurts, but it’s oh so good at the same time.  “If you didn’t like it, you would leave,” hisowner tells him.  Jack rolls hiseyes.  His owner gives him another fewhard swats on his ass.  The last onelands extra hard and Jack voices a sharp complaint but he still doesn’t move.

His cock is full and hard against his belly.  “Freak,” his owner says fondly, and strokeshim from root to tip.  Jack purrs, hisscowl curling upwards.  “Is this what youwanted?”  His owner’s hand wraps aroundhis hard dick and starts to jerk him off. Jack purrs louder and lets his free leg fall back against thecouch.  “You’re so predictable.”  Jack’s captive leg is released as his ownermoves up to twist a nipple.  Jack’stongue flicks out.  “Horny little shit.  I can’t even watch an hour of TV without youbothering me.”

That’s right.  It isJack’s owner’s duty to pet Jack whenever Jack wants it.  Jack stretches his arms upward and letshimself be worshipped as is his due.  Hisowner laughs quietly.  “Slut.”  Jack preens.

His owner twists his nipple again, sending a little thrillstraight to his cock, and Jack feels his orgasm approaching.  His hips buck instinctively, fucking up intohis owner’s grip.  His owner speeds upuntil Jack’s mouth drops open.  He’sclose—so close–!

Jack’s cock lands back against his stomach, his owner’s handcruelly taken away, and Jack yowls in protest. “Aw, poor baby,” his owner teases. “I think you owe me.”  Two wetfingers slide into Jack’s hole, twisting inside of him and Jack’s eyes popopen.  They press against his prostateand Jack shudders with pleasure.  Hisowner grins at him.  “I’m going to fuckyou, Jack Cat, how about that?  Do youwant some cream?”

Jack nods hurriedly. He loves his owner’s cream.  Heeagerly gets up onto his knees and turning around with only a modicum ofencouragement, helpfully humping his tail out of the way and bending over togive his owner better access to his ass.

“I should make you suck me off,” his owner says.  Jack’s ears swivel backwards.  He knows his owner means it as a punishment,but Jack doesn’t think of it that way. He likes getting his owner’s cream however he can and having his ownerspurting in his mouth is quite enjoyable. “But you’d like it too much.”

Jack likes almost everything his owner does to him.  His owner is the best owner in the world.

Jack moans as his owner’s thick cock slides into him, Jack’swell-trained ass giving it almost no resistance with a little help from thelube that his owner keeps readily available. “Oh, fuck,” his owner mutters. “God, you feel good.”  Jack purrsand grips the back of the couch.  Histail brushes over his owner’s skin and his owner caresses it.

His owner feels amazing inside of him, thick and hard,stretching Jack just how he likes.  Jackthrusts backward, desperate to have as much of his owner inside of him as hecan, and licks his lips at his owner’s answering groan.  “That’s a good kitty,” his owner whispers,rubbing a hand over Jack’s ass.  “Such agood kitty.”  Jack feels a glow of warmthat his owner’s praise and rocks his hips, fucking himself on his owner’s cock.  His owner’s hands run across Jack’s back asmore praise fills Jack’s ears.  “Your assis incredible, Jack.”

Jack’s eyelashes flutter as the pleasure of orgasm washesover him.  He splatters his come on thecouch as his owner continues to fuck him. “Going to breed you so good, Jack Cat,” his owner says and Jack gives asoft cry in response.  Oh, he’d like to bebred, be full up of his owner’s come.

His owner slams against his ass again and again, cock fillingJack up, pressing on his sensitive prostate. Jack curls his tail over his back. His owner comes inside of him, filling him up with cream, and Jackshudders, shoving himself backwards as far as he can to keep his owner as deepinside of himself as he can.

“Oh fuck, Jack,” his owner mutters.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”  His owner settles against his ass, leaningover him and breathing heavily.  “Yeah.  Good kitty…” Jack purrs.

Jack yowls plaintively when his owner pulls out of him,missing the fullness, and his owner gives him a soothing pat.  “Mmm, I’ve got you, Jack.  I’ve got you.”  Something slick and cold presses against Jack’shole and he jerks forward, trying to move away from it but his owner grabs thebase of his tail to hold him in place. Jack hisses.  “Relax, Jack.  You’ll like this.”  The object slides into Jack, stretching hisass wide before it pops into place and his ass closes around it.  Jack frowns, puzzling it out.  The plug, he thinks.  “You don’t want to make a mess out of thecouch, do you?”

Jack shakes his head. No, he likes laying on the couch and does not like laying inmesses.  He sways his hips from side toside, testing the plug and his owner chuckles. “Very nice.”  Okay, maybe Jacklikes the plug.  A little.

His owner turns back around and sits on the couch, pantsdown around his knees.  He leans back,his arms along the cushions.  “Well thatwore me out.”  Jack turns and eyes hisowner’s open lap, spent cock lying invitingly against his thigh.  His owner pats a leg.  “C’mere, Jack Cat.”

Jack purrs.  He bendsto rub his cheek against his owner’s cock, smearing a little of the left overcome and lube on his face as his owner groans, then flips onto his back againand sprawls.  His owner sighs and strokesJack’s belly like a good owner should and Jack happily stretches out his legsand arms as he enjoys the attention.

“This is what you wanted?” His owner asks.  “I should have known.”  Jack purrs as his owner’s talented fingersscratch and stroke along his skin and fur. The TV, still on, blinks to another channel.  “One hand for the remote, the other for Jack,huh?”  Jack purrs louder, a smilestretching across his face.  “Slut.”  Jack flicks an ear back and then forwardagain.  Guilty as charged.  

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McHanzo. Oviposition, nipple play, rimming, birthing/lactation-kinks.  Top McCree/Bottom Hanzo.

The things that Hanzo does for one foolish cowboy and his heartbreaker eyes.  All Jesse has to do is put that little pout on his face and say “Oh, please, darlin’,” and Hanzo finds himself doing all manner of unsightly things.  Jesse’s begging has led to Hanzo sitting on Jesse’s face, moaning through the incomprehensible and immeasurable pleasure that he never would have guessed would have come from Jesse sticking his tongue up Hanzo’s ass.  It’s gotten Hanzo tied up with vibrators on seemingly every inch of his body while his eyes roll back up into his head.  And it’s led to now, on his knees with Jesse kneeling in front of him and a hand running between his spread thighs as Jesse coaxes him to push. Goop drips from Hanzo’s hole, drooling down his thighs, and the five eggs that Jesse had deposited inside of Hanzo has got Hanzo feeling stuffed.

Hanzo needs to learn to say no to Jesse’s whims sometime.  He’ll get right on that.  As soon as it stops feeling so good.  Right now, though, the sensation of being so full has got his head spinning.  The eggs roll inside of him each time he shifts, easily moving with the copious amount of lube that had gone in with them.  Each time Hanzo clenches down to try and push out the eggs, lube oozes out of him, dripping onto Jesse’s fingers and the towel below.  “That’s it, darlin’,” Jesse says, “nice and easy now.”

The first egg presses against Hanzo from the inside, slowly starting to crown and he bears down on it. It stretches him slowly, steadily as it slides out, until finally the widest part emerges and the rest slips out to drop into Jesse’s waiting hand.  “Beautiful,” Jesse pronounces and kisses Hanzo.  Hanzo pants into the kiss, the majority of his attention focused on the next egg.  “You’re doing great, sugar.”  Jesse kisses Hanzo’s cheek and around to the side of his neck while his fingers stroke the inside of Hanzo’s thighs.  He reaches up and stretches Hanzo’s hole, attempting to help him with the next egg that is already starting to emerge.

Hanzo keens as the second egg slides free of his body, thudding onto the towel and rolling to a stop beside his knee.  Jesse stares at his face, groaning, and gives Hanzo a few tugs on his cock before encouraging him to go for the third.  Hanzo’s inner muscles work to line the next egg up and he clenches his fists as he tries to force it from his body.  “So beautiful,” Jesse rasps.  The third egg pops free, leaving Hanzo’s hole loose from its passage.  Jesse runs his fingers along Hanzo’s rim, dipping inside a little to feel how sloppy Hanzo has gotten.  “Two more,” Jesse pants.  He’s as affected by this as if he were the one expelling the eggs, the one whose body is being strained to its limit, fighting back both exhaustion and arousal. Hanzo grips Jesse’s face with both hands and pulls him in for another kiss, needing the comfort that Jesse’s lips provide.  “Oh, yeah, darlin’,” Jesse murmurs and gives Hanzo full access to his mouth, letting Hanzo take what he wants.

Hanzo breaks the kiss when the fourth egg slides into position, breathing harshly as he starts to push.  This one is harder than the others, his body trembling with the strain, and Hanzo fights to expel the slick oval.  He can feel the lube drizzling out of him, his thighs as wet as his insides.  He has to let up, his muscles hitting their limit and needing a break.  An undignified whimper squeaks past his lips and Jesse pets him with long, soothing strokes. “You’re almost done,” Jesse says. “Almost done.”  He rubs his palm in between Hanzo’s legs, scrubbing over Hanzo’s balls and the sensitive, stretched rim of his hole, then dips his fingers inside of Hanzo to feel for the egg.  “Right there.  I can feel it.”

Hanzo bears down again and Jesse removes his fingers to let the egg slip further down, edging closer to its exit point.  Jesse pants in Hanzo’s ear about how hot he is, how beautiful, how much Jesse adores him, and the fourth egg finally breaches the rim of Hanzo’s hole.  Hanzo takes a few short, desperate breaths, and then pushes again, finally getting the egg to slide free of him.  It drops to the bed and rolls to join the others, followed by a thick glob of lube that splatters against the towel.  Tears spring to Hanzo’s eyes from the stretch, and Jesse wipes them away.  “Only one more, babe,” Jesse whispers.  “Just one more to go.”

Hanzo can feel the last one inside of him, smaller than the previous one and moving easily towards his hole, propelled by gravity and the tired movements of Hanzo’s body.  It drops free almost as an afterthought, emerging from him in another glob of lube.  Hanzo pants, staring down between his legs in amazement where the eggs are clustered together in a slick mess until Jesse pulls him in for a kiss, roughly seizing his lips and attempting to devour him.

“That was the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” Jesse mutters. His hands slide around Hanzo’s hips, delving back between Hanzo’s thighs and teasing at Hanzo’s sore hole.  “Watching you birth all those eggs.”  He pushes his fingers into Hanzo’s stretched hole and Hanzo winces.  “Almost makes me wish that you could do it for real.”

Hanzo huffs and drops his head against Jesse’s shoulder, allowing Jesse’s enthusiastic exploring of his insides.  Normally, Jesse’s fingers would be a strain for him, but right now, he can barely feel them, just the smooth slide as they pet his inner walls and the occasional pleasurable spark as they graze his prostate.  “Not me.”

Jesse laughs.  “A little too much for you?”  He brings up one hand to cup Hanzo’s chest, squeezing the curve of a breast.  “Don’t want to be swollen up with eggs?  Or have these swollen with milk?”  He ducks his head and latches onto a nipple to suck.  Hanzo hisses, tossing his head back.  His hole is loose and numb, but the rest of him is still very much tightly wound and he’s always enjoyed the feeling of Jesse attempting to nurse—something that he hadn’t guessed about himself until Jesse had give him that “Oh please, darlin’,” one night and spent hours with Hanzo’s nipples.

Jesse hums a little as he nurses, his fingers kneading Hanzo’s chest.  He sucks and licks, while his other hand continues to play with Hanzo’s loose hole, teasing at Hanzo’s prostate.  Hanzo’s cock rubs against the soft plane of Jesse’s chest, dragging through the hair that dusts his skin.

Hanzo cups Jesse’s head with one hand, holding him in place against his chest, while his other hand drops down to finger his cock.  He presses it more firmly against Jesse’s breast, letting it drag through the subtle curve.  The friction, along with the solid suction of Jesse’s mouth, and the pleasurable teasing of his prostate, sends him over the edge.  He orgasms with a sigh, his body trembling with the shudder that ripples through him, as his cock spills onto Jesse’s chest.

Jesse purrs and releases his hold on Hanzo’s nipple, giving it one last kiss.  He pulls his fingers out and topples Hanzo, one good push being all it takes to unbalance Hanzo after his ordeal.  Hanzo lands back against the pillows, his legs coming out from underneath of him to sprawl along the bed.  Still kneeling in front of him, Jesse bends over and spreads Hanzo’s legs around his shoulders.  He licks delicately at Hanzo’s hole, dipping inside with the tip of his tongue, and then makes his way upward again.  He kisses the base of Hanzo’s spent cock, his stomach, his chest, and slides into place between Hanzo’s legs.

The tip of Jesse’s cock presses into Hanzo’s sloppy hole and Hanzo hisses.  Jesse’s cock is much bigger than his fingers.  He braces an arm against Jesse’s chest, holding him at bay. “Just the tip, darlin’.  That’s all I need.”  Giving in, Hanzo drops his hand, letting it trail over Jesse’s chest. Between his legs, Jesse pumps himself furiously, his hand working the shaft of his cock while the head stays inside of Hanzo.  “Gonna come inside of you, sugar,” Jesse rasps.  “Maybe knock you up.  How about that?”

Hanzo smiles.  “Do it.”  There’s little that Jesse can do that will make him any less messy than he already is. He likes the way that Jesse’s eyes light up and the low timber of his responding groan.

Jesse starts to come, his eyes squeezing closed, and he pushes himself deeper inside of Hanzo, making sure that his come ends up buried inside of Hanzo’s body.  “Oh fuck, darlin’, oh, God,” he mutters.  “Oh, hell, you feel so good….”

Hanzo strokes Jesse’s chest, splaying his hands along Jesse’s pecs, and Jesse leans in for a kiss. Hanzo gladly gives it to him.

“Oh, please, darlin’,” Jesse mumbles against his lips and Hanzo shudders as an aftershock of pleasure races through him.  There’s little that he won’t do for Jesse and that phrase.  

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Non-con molestation and forced orgasm, Hanzo/OMCs.

Hanzo struggles against the hands that hold him down, fights the ropes that bind him.  He’s shoved between spread legs and his face pushed against a man’s clothed crotch.  Hanzo growls and struggles as the man laughs at him.  The man grips his hair, pulling out the ribbon to let it fall around his face, then wraps it around his hand and brings Hanzo in close.  “Fight all you want,” the man says with a grin.  “I like watching you.”

 Hands run across Hanzo’s bare skin, sliding over the ropes across his back and traveling downward to grip his ass.  He’s spread embarrassingly wide, displaying him to the rest of the room.  Hanzo tries to crane his head to see who is behind him, who is looking, but all he can see is the suit-covered cock he is pressed against and the man’s knee.  He glares back up at the man who has him.  “Mmm,” the man says.  “I like that look.  So defiant. Will you still look like that when your lips are wrapped around my cock?”  Hanzo clenches his jaw, not dignifying the man’s vulgar speech with a response and the man chuckles.  “Oh, you think you won’t suck my cock, but I’ll tell you that soon you will be begging for it.”

 The man is delusional. Hanzo struggles and the man lifts his hips to run the bulge of his cock over Hanzo’s face.  “Soon, you’ll be begging me to feed you my cock, little dragon. And you will devour it eagerly. That’s what your training is for. You see, I own you now and there is nothing that you can do but accept it.”  Hanzo pants, frustrated and swallowing down the fear that wants to grow inside of him. He can’t give it to.  He must remain strong.

 The hands on his ass that are holding him open, dip down to touch his hole, teasing the sensitive skin. He bucks forward, trying to dislodge their touch, but more hands hold him still.  The finger resumes its shameful exploration of him, pressing steadily against his hole until it slips inside, gaining admittance no matter how much Hanzo would like to deny it.  Hanzo growls.

 He is helpless to do anything but take it as the finger explores his insides, brushing against his inner walls.  He closes his eyes and tries to clear his mind, but he cannot seem to distance himself from this, stuck between the man above him and the finger inside of him. The finger grazes against something inside of Hanzo that makes sparks fly up his spine and Hanzo inhales sharply at the sudden pleasure rocketing through him.  “Oh, did he find it?  Did he find your little button for you, dragon?”  The finger grazes that spot again and Hanzo grits his teeth against the ecstasy coursing through him.  “You’re so pretty when you’re being pleasured.  Perhaps, I will let you come.”

 Hanzo growls, anger cutting through his lust.  He will do *nothing* for this man.  He will fight back with every part of his being.

 “Not fond of the idea?” the man teases.  “Don’t worry. You will be.”

 Now that the finger inside of him has located that spot, it does not move away, but ruthlessly brushes against it again and again.  Hanzo’s body trembles as he feels his orgasm mounting.  He tries to deny it but his body has betrayed him, siding with the pleasure rather than Hanzo’s wishes.

 “So beautiful,” the man murmurs, stroking Hanzo’s face.  Hanzo’s brow draws downward, an unvoiced command for the man to stop echoing in his head.  “Give him the vibrator,” the man says.  “Against his cock.  Make him come for me.”

 A mechanical buzz starts and pure pleasure radiates at the base of his cock, brought into being by unceasing vibrations.  Hanzo thrashes.  He can’t stop the harsh whine in his throat, cannot swallow it down.  “Oh, yes, pretty dragon.  Come for me.”

 No, Hanzo thinks furiously. No, he won’t.  His body, however, has a different answer.

 The finger inside of him slides against him again and Hanzo gives voice to a lewd moan as his body orgasms, pleasure so intense it’s painful zipping along his nerves.  He spasms in its grasp, body shuddering helplessly, then goes limp, sagging into the V of the man’s legs as he tries to catch his breath.  For a moment, the vibrations continue, forcing Hanzo back up the ramp to orgasm and he hisses in pain.  The vibration goes away and so do the fingers, leaving him alone in his shame. “Beautiful,” the man says.  “Whenever you are good for me, I will reward you similarly.  Pleasure for pleasure.  You will orgasm for me many times.”

 The man pulls Hanzo’s head back using the grip in his hair, and studies Hanzo’s face.  His eyes are narrowed in amusement, a smile on his lips. He kisses Hanzo, his tongue invading Hanzo’s mouth in a quick volley that retreats before Hanzo has a chance to bite down.  Hanzo snarls and the man chuckles again.  “So fierce.” With his arms bound, and his body held down, Hanzo uses one of the few weapons left in his disposal: he spits at the man’s face.

 The hard crack of a hand knocks him sideways before he is straightened by the holds on his arms and legs. The man wipes off his face, still smiling.  “Do not worry.  Once you are trained, I won’t have to raise my hand.  I won’t want to—unless you ask.”  The man’s eyes travel away from Hanzo’s, down his back, and he leans forward to put his hand where his eyes have gone, settling his palm over the top of Hanzo’s ass. “These pretty cheeks would love a good spanking, wouldn’t they?”  The man chuckles again and sits back in his chair.  “And you will ask.  Take him to the training room.  It is time for this Shimada to learn his new place in life.”  

 The ropes along Hanzo’s bare skin pull as he is hauled upward.  The man gives him a friendly wave.  “See you soon, little dragon.  I will look forward to having your lips around my cock.”

 “Like hell you will,” Hanzo snarls back.  He’s picked up and hauled out of the room.  “Like hell you will!”

 Hanzo will never break.

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Hey, I'd like to submit a request: Please, established long-term relationship ColdWave. Consensual smut. Doesn't have to be too kinky but I'd like if Len was tied to a chair and gagged. Basically I just want ColdWave end of story because there's not enough of it, I'll be a bit more specific in that I'd like it to have some sadimasochism mixed in there. I've never requested a fic here or sent someone an ask so I'm not sure if I did it right.

Hello!  I totally agree that there is not enough Coldwave in the world–there will never be enough!

I also struggled a bit with filling this prompt, mainly because I headcanon that Leonard has a problem with being tied down but then I thought that he’d do it if it were Mick and Mick wanted to.  He trusts Mick to stop if asks and to respect his boundaries.  You said s&m and I decided on wax play because I’ve been having a thing lately.  I was going to do it with Len tied to a chair but then went back and changed it to a bed because wax play.  He is, however, tied down and eventually gagged.  All consensual.  :) 

Below: Coldwave waxplay.

Leonard takes a deep, slow breath as the ropes tightenaround his wrists when he flexes his arms. He shifts uncomfortably on the bed, pulling on his restrained limbs,testing how each is attached to the corners of the bed.  There’s little give; he’s well and trulystuck.  He bites his lip and thenreleases, acknowledging it as a nervous habit. It’s no surprise though that he’s never going to be fond of being tiedup.  

Mick presses a kiss to Leonard’s temple.  “You’re beautiful, Lenny,” he rumbles andLeonard’s lips quirk into a smile before pulling back down.  Mick is the only person in the world that hewould do this for.  Mick’s the onlyperson he trusts to stop if he says no.

An assortment of accessories sprawl out across the bed toLeonard’s left and he eyes them as Mick runs his fingers over them.  Mick stops on a length of black and looksover at Leonard with his eyebrows raised in a question.  Leonard inhales sharply, picturing what Mickwants, debating if he could handle such a thing, and then nods.  He trusts Mick.

The blindfold slips over his eyes and fastens behind hishead, shutting off the entire world from view. In response, Leonard’s other senses seem to heighten.  He’s suddenly acutely aware of the drone ofthe small fan in the window and every rustle of the sheets.  A single touch against his arm has himleaping off the bed until the restraints bring him back down.  “Easy, Len,” Mick says.  “Relax.”

“I am relaxed,” Leonard shoots back and Mick snorts.  Mick’s big hand glides gently over his arm,and repeats, petting him as if he were a cat. Leonard doesn’t mind the touch, not at all, but his nervousness begs forthe sarcasm to cover it.  “Visit thepound, Mick.”

Mick huffs and his fingers divert to Leonard’s neck, curlingunder his jaw in an imitation of a scratch. Leonard tips his head away and swallows, unsure of what to do withhimself in this moment.  He knows thatMick would stop if he were to say no—is reasonably certain at least—but itfeels as if he has no control over this situation, as if it has all been takenaway from him.

There’s something inside of him that finds that asattractive as it does terrifying, leaving Leonard in a jumbled mess ofconfusion.

“You like it,” Mick says. In the darkness of the blindfold, his voice seems like a physical touch,rolling over Leonard’s skin.  Leonardneither confirms nor denies Mick’s accusation, and Mick trails his fingersacross Leonard’s body, wandering to wherever he takes a liking to.  Leonard twitches and gasps, unable to controlhis reactions as each touch comes as a surprise despite him expecting them.  The fact that he can’t see where Mick isgoing is enough to make him jump.

Mick brushes over Leonard’s bare shoulders, teases down hischest.  He cups a pec and thumbs at thenipple, making Leonard arch off the bed, a moan tearing out of his throat.  With a chuckle, Mick continues hisexploration, flattening his palm over Leonard’s stomach to give it a soothingpet.  Mick touches Leonard’s thighs andcalves, slips back up to stroke over his arms again, and eventually comes torest at Leonard’s face, the back of his hand settling against Leonard’s cheek.  “Ready?” Mick asks.

Leonard swallows and nods. He’s as ready as he’ll ever be for this. His body trembles when Mick’s hand lifts away and he forces it stillagain.  There is only one thing that hegets to control in this situation, at least until Mick takes that too, and he’sgoing to cling to it as hard as he can.  

His cock is lying half-hard against his stomach and he jumpswhen Mick palms it.  Mick’s hand slidesacross the shaft to finger his balls and Leonard moans, going from half-hard tofully erect.  “Better,” Mick purrs.

Leonard exhales a laugh. What does it matter if he’s hard or not? He’s unlikely to keep it once they get to what Mick has planned.

Wet lips press against Leonard’s neck under his jaw andLeonard moans as they slide over his sensitive skin.  Mick works a small mark onto Leonard’s body,lightly sucking and Leonard strains at his bonds.  “Bastard,” he says.  “We have a job tomorrow, remember?”  No marks where their temporary partners couldsee.  That’s the deal.

“Doesn’t matter,” Mick replies.  “You wear that turtle-neck thing anyway.”

“Not the poi—fuck.” Leonard chokes on his words as Mick’s mouth descends on his nipple,sucking gently.  Damn Mick and hisknowledge of all of Leonard’s weak spots. Leonard pushes into Mick’s mouth, arching his back, and he sighs indisappointment when Mick lifts away.

“Relax, Lenny,” Mick whispers.  “Let me handle this for you.”  Hands cup the side of Leonard’s head, thumbs rubbingagainst Leonard’s temples.  “Stopthinking.”

Leonard inhales sharply and nods.  Okay. Okay, he can do that.  Or at leasthe’ll try.

They pass a few more checkpoints, Leonard nodding incompliance each time that Mick asks him if he’s ready but the first touch ofhot wax still catches him by surprise. Leonard jerks on the bed, yanking on the bonds as the hot sting snakesacross his chest.  Mick pets hisbicep.  “Beautiful, Len,” he mutters anddribbles some more wax across Leonard’s stomach.  Leonard jackknifes, limbs flailing as a moansneaks past his lips.  He pants throughthe pain, interrupting with a quick bite to his lip and then resuming again.

“Okay?” Mick asks, his voice rumbling across Leonard’s mind.  Leonard turns his head in Mick’sdirection.  “Ready?”  Gripping the ropes with his hands, Leonardbrings his body back under control, though he can’t seem to stop a small,lingering tremble.  He nods.

The next splash catches him just above his nipple andLeonard shouts as it drips down onto the sensitive bud.  Mick repeats with the other side, thendribbles solidly around both and heaps them with wax.  Leonard sobs, yanking feverishly at theropes.  He’s embarrassed by his reaction,but he can’t contain it.  He shudderswhen Mick kisses him.  “Doing great, Len.”

Mick splashes wax down Leonard’s stomach, letting the liquidsplatter across his skin and cool in a deliberate, steady path to Leonard’scrotch.  Leonard tenses, his legs tryingto close though he knows that it will do him no good.  His cock is laying fat and heavy against hisstomach, traitor that it is, mistaking the lingering pain as pleasure tinglingalong his skin.  A scared ‘no’ ishovering on Leonard’s tongue, but he bites it back.  He doesn’t think that he wants this to stop.

He needs something to bite into, though, something to helphim through.  “Mick,” he says, his voiceshivering on the name.  “Mick!”

Mick stops, his hands running soothingly over Leonard,touching skin and wax alike.  “Need me tostop?” Mick asks.

Leonard shakes his head. “Gag me,” he whispers.

Mick’s hands pause.  “Areyou sure?”

“Yes,” Leonard hisses. “Fuck, give me something to bite down on.”

Fingers gently press against Leonard’s cheeks, encouraginghim to open his mouth.  When he does, agag slips inside, nestling behind his teeth. Leonard pushes his tongue against it, mapping out its shape, as Mickfastens it.  “Okay?”  Leonard nods. Yeah, he’s fucking peachy.  Movingon.  Mick strokes his shoulder andcontinues.

Wax drips an outline around Leonard’s cock, Mick teasing himwith the thought of it stinging that sensitive area, then diverts to splashover his thighs, liquid streaking down between his legs.  Leonard groans behind the gag, squirming,fighting off the hurt until it subsides. His body starts to move in a continuous roll, the motion helping todistract him, work out the extra energy.

The first touch of the wax against his cock makes Leonardgasp.  His hips jerk to the side withouthis consent, looking to escape, but the wax follows them over, steadilycovering each inch of him.  He moans, pullingon the ropes.  Each new drip bites intohim, tingles, then joins the mass that is starting to coat his cock.  A bit hits the tip of his cock, and heseizes, his entire body shuddering.  Morewax follows, torturing the sensitive head and Leonard bites down desperatelyinto the gag, trying to keep himself quiet, but there is no silencing thescream that rips out of him as he comes, forced into an orgasm by the stinginghotness.

“Fuck,” Mick growls.  His body settles on top of Leonard’s stillstruggling form, straddling a knee and pinning it as he rasps aboveLeonard.  “So fucking beautiful,Len.  You should see yourself.  Such a fucking mess.”

Tremors rack Leonard’s body as he slowly slides back down toEarth from the high.  The bed is shakingaround him, Mick rasping on top of him, and another shiver skitters alongLeonard’s spine as he realizes that Mick is jerking off on top of him.

Mick groans and another bit of liquid, this one warm but notpainful, splashes across Leonard’s chest. The bed shakes underneath Leonard as Mick thunders through his orgasm,panting and groaning.  A hand landsalongside Leonard’s shoulder as Mick steadies himself.

As Mick’s noises quiet to a steady rumbling rasp, theblindfold comes off of Leonard and he blinks at the sudden light.  The gag follows, allowing him to work hisjaw.  Mick grins down at him.  “That was fucking great,” Mick growls.  He sits back on his heels to admire hishandiwork on Leonard’s body.  Leonard’sown eyes drop down, taking in the strips and dots and ridges of wax coveringhim.

“Messy,” Leonard says, curling his lip.

“Beautiful,” Mick counters, and drags Leonard in for a kiss.

A beautiful mess, Leonard compromises in his head.  Yeah, that about describes him and Mick.

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For another’s abo AU idea that may still yet be written.  Alphas and omegas have been separated, where alphas fight in gladiator rings for the chance to breed.  This particular oneshot is winterpanther, about one of the few times that generally gay alpha!Bucky has bothered to win a match, thus allowing him a night with omega!T’Challa. (Bucky is in a relationship with Steve, another alpha, but they have discussed him being with an omega as a result of winning a match and Steve is okay with it).

The room is different than the normal one he usually finds himself in.  It’s special.  Even a dumb mook from the ghetto like him can see that.  There’s the usual abundance of pillows and the whole room feeling like one big bed but somehow it’s richer, nicer.  More expensive.  Bucky runs the fingers of his flesh hand over a drape of purple and feels the silken slide.

Purples and blues, accented with red and trimmed with gold, little dangling tassels here and there to collect the swooping fabric.  Bucky ducks under a gauzy bunching and approaches the center of the room.  He takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. Even the air smells different, like one of those infusers is pumping out an exotic scent, threading the air with aphrodisiacs.  Bucky doesn’t know what it is, but it makes his blood heat and his body thrum.  It’s unsettling and calming at the same time and not for the first time, Bucky wonders if he could get away with running.

He had to win some time, though.  He had to maintain his stance in the rankings and he was due for a win or face being tossed down a tier and Bucky couldn’t allow that.  He would be separated from Steve if he dropped a tier and that is unacceptable.  It isn’t that Bucky can’t win, either, can’t go toe to toe with the best of the best. It is that he generally doesn’t want to. Why would he when Steve is waiting for him if he loses?  Bucky wants to go nowhere but Steve’s bed, let Steve slid over him soft and slow like he does, like he’s so sure that Bucky’s going to break or something despite the damage they both mete out in the ring, let Steve hold him like he’s precious and whisper in the dark.  That’s what Bucky lives for, the only reason he’s still here.  Without Steve, Bucky doesn’t know where he would have ended up, who he would be.  With Steve, he’s Bucky and he knows his place, even if it isn’t where his masters would like.

He had been due for a win, though, so here he is.  If there was ever a match to win, however, this one would be it.  Rumlow’s still mad that he never even gets chosen for this special event, not realizing it’s the very temper tantrums he throws that cause him to lose out.  This match hadn’t been for the likes of Rumlow.  Jack, neither.  Or dozens of others of the sorry-ass losers that exist in their tier that just aren’t considered acceptable enough for this prize.  Bucky’s rather surprised that he was allowed to compete, too, honestly. His standing, he should have been considered inferior stock for this particular omega, but yet here he is. When Bucky had found out who they’d been fighting for this time, he’d thought to himself that while he’d rather be with Steve, this is one that he wouldn’t mind winning.

Steve had known that Bucky had been due for a win; he’d been okay with it, encouraging Bucky to pick one. Frank and Luke had known too.   Both Matt and Danny are due for breeding soon, too, and neither particularly wanted to risk it.  That had left Bucky with few competitors, enough for him to see it through, especially once Thor got taken out early.

And he’s nervous. Buck’s not particularly attracted to omegas, but he can make it work if he has to.  This one, though—this one makes you want to make it good.  Only the best of the best get chosen for even the chance to bred this omega and the moment he steps into a room with you, you know why.

Bucky’s eyes lock on the parting of the curtains, staring as the omega makes his appearance.  He smells fertile and ready, already in the beginning throes of heat, and even Bucky’s nose is twitching at the scent. Bucky takes a deep breath of it, letting it get him high and dazedly takes in the experience that is T’Challa, noble features, lithe body, dark skin.  He’s exquisite, like one of the statues that decorate the outside of the ring, looking like he’s untouchable, a heavenly creature come down from the clouds to momentarily grace you with his presence.

It’s not like Bucky hadn’t known.  He’d heard about T’Challa from the others that had won a chance to be with him.  Luke had told him once that you didn’t take T’Challa, you experienced him, you let him wash over like warm water.  Sit back and enjoy it.  

That’s what Bucky does. He lets T’Challa come to him, not really walking so much as gliding, the collection of silk and gauze covering his body gracefully sliding over his skin.  T’Challa stops in front of Bucky, his heady smell enough to make Bucky’s knees tremble and there hasn’t ever been an omega that’s done that to Bucky before. Bucky bows his head in reverence and T’Challa favors him with a light hand stroking over his cheek, golden bracelets clinking softly.  “Sit,” T’Challa says, his voice like a summer rain, warm and soothing.  Buck drops immediately, putting himself onto the pillows and T’Challa’s chuckle follows him down.  “Eager?” he asks.

Bucky nods as T’Challa straddles him, his outfit parting around his thighs.  The warm weight of him settles into Bucky’s lap and Bucky’s instincts tell him to grab but it seems somewhat sacrilegious to do so.  If the rumors are to be believed that T’Challa is descended from actual royalty—gold runs through his veins, unlike the dirt that clogs up Bucky’s.  T’Challa skims his fingers over Bucky’s hands, though, both of them, flesh and metal alike, and lightly grips his wrists.  “You may touch me,” he says.  “I would like that.”

“Okay,” Bucky says.  A shy smile pulls at his lips and he ducks his head only to have it tipped back up by T’Challa.

“You are beautiful,” T’Challa says, his liquid honey voice serious.  To Bucky, it’s an odd thing to say—this beautiful omega deity telling him that, but it makes him warm nonetheless.  “Don’t hide your face from me.”

And Luke was right. There is no taking T’Challa, there is only experiencing him.  The omega pushes Bucky down to the bed and lets his garments slide off his shoulders and arms to pool on the floor and Bucky’s legs.  He guides Bucky’s hands to the bare skin of his hip, letting Bucky’s scarred fingers trace the smoothness.  Bucky’s a stark contrast to T’Challa’s coloring, both the whiteness of his skin and the silver of his arm glaring harshly, but T’Challa doesn’t seem to mind his touch, arching into it and welcoming more.

T’Challa takes Bucky inside of him, letting Bucky into that hot, silken wetness and Bucky gasps and pants and shakes, unable to control himself.  With T’Challa’s scent filling his nose and the feel of him, Bucky’s already halfway gone, more lost in T’Challa’s heat than the omega himself is.

“Easy,” T’Challa tells him and rolls his hips in a graceful circle that makes stars explode in Bucky’s head.  “Just relax and let me have you.”

Bucky nods and bites his lip, fighting back the urge to come in order to give himself to the beautiful man on top of him.  T’Challa’s graceful fingers trace the lines of Bucky’s body, following his arms and his chest, lightly ruffling the bit of hair that points down Bucky’s stomach.

It’s never been this way with an omega before.  Bucky’s knot is filled and throbbing, lodged inside of T’Challa, having grown with Bucky barely having noticed at all, fueled by T’Challa’s pheromones and his heat. Only Steve has ever been able to get Bucky hovering on the edge like this, where he’s so sure that he’s going to come before he’s ready to, pushed there by the overwhelming beauty and feel of his partner.  T’Challa is different from Steve, dark to Steve’s light, omega to Steve’s alpha, but somehow it feels as if they share a soul.  

And T’Challa smells so good. So damn good.  Bucky takes in huge gulps of air like he’s trying to fill himself with the whole of the omega on top of him.  T’Challa caresses Bucky’s face, his thumb pushing gently into Bucky’s mouth, and Bucky sucks greedily, wanting as much as this beautiful creature is willing to give him.  “You will give me strong children,” T’Challa says and Bucky nods.  Yes, yes, he will.  He’ll give everything of himself.  “Then come, alpha.  Fill me.”

Bucky cries out as he comes. He turns his head to the side, dislodging T’Challa’s finger so that he doesn’t bite down and his hips rise once, slamming up into the omega on top of him.  T’Challa grunts at the impact and then rides him out, putting Bucky back down. He laughs and shudders as Bucky trembles beneath him.  “There,” he says.

Red flushes Bucky’s cheeks when he regains a sense of self again.  He’s never come that fast, has always been able to satisfy his partners. T’Challa, though, is still hard, still waiting, and he’s the one in heat.  Bucky’s ashamed of himself.  “You can make it up to me now,” T’Challa tells him gently and takes Bucky’s right hand to place it on his dick.  It’s as soft as the rest of him, hot and curving slightly upward.  Bucky strokes along the underside, watching in wonder as T’Challa convulses on top of him, his beautiful body contorting with only a single touch from Bucky.  “C-continue,” T’Challa tells him.  

Bucky clasps his hand around T’Challa’s length and caresses him from root to tip.  He wants—he needs—to make this good for the omega, to please him and satisfy his heat.  Bucky’s never put much stock in the allure of omegas but now he thinks he might have an idea of what it is that makes some alphas go so crazy.

It takes little time for T’Challa to shudder and sigh his way through his orgasm, graceful even when he’s spilling onto Bucky’s chest, his face still beautiful when it contorts in pleasure.  He’d been closer than Bucky had thought, the heat most likely have taken its toll.

T’Challa hums as he rolls his hips in a small circle, testing the strength of Bucky’s knot. Bucky whines softly, held captive by T’Challa’s whims and T’Challa gives him a few pets to calm him.  “I will stay with you through the night,” T’Challa says. “Do not fear.”

Bucky pushes himself up, bracing himself with his arms and stares up at T’Challa shining face.  T’Challa smiles at him and favors him with a kiss, a light brushing of his lips against Bucky’s that leaves Bucky’s lips tingling. Bucky licks his lips, chasing the taste of the omega.  “Again?” he asks quietly.  

“Gladly.”  T’Challa repeats the kiss, this time letting it linger a little longer, and Bucky feels as if he is drinking pure ambrosia from T’Challa’s lips.  He begs for another and another after that and T’Challa indulges him each time. Bucky feels blessed.

Honored.

Revered.

“We will rest,” T’Challa tells him.  “Then you will knot me again, no less than three times before the night is through.” Bucky nods at the order.  He’s never been able to get it up for an omega more than twice in a night but with T’Challa, Bucky doesn’t think that it will be an issue.

“Yes,” Bucky agrees and pleads for one more kiss.  T’Challa grants him his wish, then makes him lie back down and settles on top of him as they wait.

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McHanzo.  Nippleplay.  Jesse has a need to suck and he and Hanzo have an agreement.

If Jesse were the dog that Hanzo sometimes accuses him of being, Jesse would say that he’d been taken away from his mama too early.  He can’t help it, though.  There’s something very soothing in working something with his mouth, in getting his lips around something and sucking.  It calms even the noisiest of Jesse’s emotions, halts the roiling anger, cheers the lingering sadness, evaporates the fear.

 If Jesse has a bad day, all he wants to do is suck, just get a good latch and suckle until his problems seem to melt away.

 Reyes had called it an oral fixation and had recommended that Jesse take up smoking.  Morrison had slapped Reyes upside the head and recommended candy.  Both are good options.  Jesse had taken to the cigar readily, sticking it between his teeth so that he can suck on the end.  Even makes him look tough.  When he’s without it, he’ll pop in some hard candy, let it roll around on his tongue until there’s nothing left but a swallow.

 Neither the cigar or the candy, however, hold a candle to the real thing.  Just the thought of sucking on a tit is enough to get Jesse trembling like a junkie in need of a fix.  Seeing ‘em right out in the open, perfect little nipple so ripe for sucking, is enough to throw Jesse completely off his game.  Hanzo had joined the team and suddenly all of Jesse’s shots were off by a mile if there ever came at all.  He just focused right in and stared, lost in his own little world.

 It’s twice as bad as when Genji had done it back in Blackwatch because the Genji that had been stomping around the base then would have murdered Jesse straight up for a wrong look, so black was his anger.  There’s something about Hanzo, though, that makes Jesse think that he might just have a chance.  And they’re pretty.  God, are they pretty.  Hanzo’s chest is so stacked, his nipple this perfect little oval and Jesse just wants to get his hands on it and squeeze.

 Hanzo confronts him about it one day in the middle of a mission that was going badly, all harsh words and wildly gesticulating hands and one perfect tit just sitting there begging for Jesse to get his mouth around it.  Jesse doesn’t remember much about the argument because he hadn’t really been listening to anything but the damn siren call of that nipple.

 And the sweet gasp that Hanzo had made when Jesse had backed up against the wall and bent himself down to suck.  He’d stayed right there, body probably frozen in shock as Jesse had given in and sought completion with a good hard suck.  Jesse had pulled himself back and given Hanzo’s pretty little nipple the soft kisses it deserved and the little licks it begged for, then gone right back to latching his mouth around it and sucking it down.  His hand had come up and cupped that perfect breast and gently worked the muscle, kneading with his fingers.  The day, the mission, everything had just dropped away, erased by the feeling of a tit in Jesse’s mouth.  He’d suckled contentedly, nuzzling against Hanzo’s hard breast and eventually, Hanzo had patted him awkwardly.  He must have sensed that something was up, because he’d then cradled Jesse’s head and held it to him, like a babe being held to its mama and Jesse had known serenity for the first time in years.  

 After that, they’d finished the mission damn near perfectly, Jesse a calm, dead-eyed shot working in tandem with Hanzo’s scary accuracy and efficiency.  They’d even been congratulated when they’d gotten back to base, told they’d both done a fantastic job out there.  Jesse had scrubbed his head awkwardly because honestly the only thing he could remember was Hanzo’s damn tit and Hanzo had just up and left, walked right out the door.  Pretty embarrassing.  Jesse had mumbled some kind of excuse and fled back to his room.

 He’d thought that that would be the end of it, that he’d have to find some way to deal with his growing obsession or face being forever useless in the field when Hanzo had stopped by his door that night.  Jesse had hemmed and hawed, too embarrassed to own up to himself and Hanzo had cut through all of his bullshit by inviting himself in and bluntly propositioning Jesse.

 Jesse had stared in disbelief as Hanzo had shed that slinky little robe that he’d been wearing, undoing the belt and letting it slither to the floor to stand before Jesse stark naked. Then he’d run his hands over his chest, cupping two perfect breasts, and asked if that was what Jesse wanted. What was Jesse to do besides nod helplessly?  He couldn’t deny it.  His mouth was already watering with the thought of getting his to suck on both of Hanzo’s pretty nipples.  A lifetime of contentment was staring Jesse right in the face and hell yes he wanted.

 Hanzo had smirked and skimmed his hands down his stomach to cup his half-hard cock and said that there were some things that he wanted too and he’d be amendable to a trade.  And Jesse had boarded that train immediately. Hanzo’s cock had looked just perfect for sucking too, not small by any means but not big either, a good size for Jesse to fit into his mouth and suck on like a lollipop.  

 Hanzo had laid himself down on Jesse’s bed and raised an eyebrow and that had been that.  Jesse had shucked his clothes off in record time, tossing them every which way and had climbed himself up into Hanzo’s lap to get his mouth around that nipple just like he remembered.  Hanzo had stroked his hair and hummed prettily to him and Jesse had sighed.  He’d found heaven.  

 They’d spent the night that way, taking a break here and there to get their dicks in one another, sucking and fucking and coming their goddamned brains out, and catching a bit of sleep for an hour or two.  Whenever Jesse would wake up, he’d find his mouth already attached to Hanzo’s chest, suckling in his sleep and he’d realize that it had been the most peaceful, nightmare-free sleep of his life since he’d joined the Deadlocks.  Hanzo would wake up from time to time and lazily stroke Jesse’s hair with a bit of murmured Japanese, tacitly approving of Jesse’s continued suckling.  And if one tit got too sore, Jesse would happily switch to the other for awhile.

 Good thing that Hanzo kind of liked ‘em that way, all red and puffy like that.  Jesse rather liked the look of them too.

 And that’s how it started. Now, Jesse gets to have it on the regular, just pull Hanzo into bed during their downtime and yank down whatever pretty little thing he’s wearing to get at that stacked chest and then Jesse gets to suck to his heart’s content.  Afterwards, they’ll fuck or maybe just grind their dicks together and both fall into a contented sleep.

 Jesse doesn’t seem to have as many bad days as before, his swirling thunderclouds of emotion dissipating, but he knows that Hanzo will always let him have a good long suck if he does.  

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if your still doing the same a kink and a ship could you do reaper76 Alpha !gabe and Omega! jack please and thank you.

Mmmm, yes, I can definitely do that.  :)  Sorry this took so long.  I’ve really got to work on making these smaller…  Below is Reaper76 ABO with Alpha!Gabe and Omega!Jack, set pre-Fall.  A cut-line this time because this ended up being about 3.5k. Edit: Fixed the italics in this (goddamn it).

Jack rests his chin on his hand as he scrolls through thelong document of fine print.  It’s arather un-Commander-ly thing to do but as long as there’s no one around to callhim on it, Jack doesn’t care.  He *hates*this part of his job.  It is by far themost boring part of his position.

The door cracks open and Jack immediately sits up straight,putting an inscrutable look on his face and attempting to appear moredignified.  He catches the familiar scent,however, and eases back into a slouch as Gabe slinks into the office.  Jack is okay with Gabe seeing him slackoff.  After you’ve clawed a guy’s back inthe depths of a heat and begged him to fuck you harder, there’s really not muchleft to be seen.  Especially if you countthe time that Jack ended up accidentally peeing on Gabe, too.  Cripes. He doesn’t know who had been more startled by that one, but he does knowwho had been the more embarrassed.  

Gabe had found the whole thing rather hot.  Jack definitely had not.

For whatever reason, Gabe’s scent has been stronger thannormal these past few days, curling around Jack and begging him to come closer,cajoling him into staying in bed just a while longer, making him a little moreclingy.  Jack, though, figures that it’spart of Gabe being Gabe.  Jack’s alwaysbeen a bit extra when it’s come to Gabriel Reyes.  No other alpha has lead Jack around quite soeffectively.  No other alpha’s made Jackwant to chase so badly, either.

Just having Gabe in the room is enough for Jack’s irritationto fade and his mood to lift, especially when he sees that Gabe has comealone.  Jack gives him a smile and turnsback to the screen.  He’d love to say ‘fuckit’ and give Gabe his full attention but the document would still be there waitingfor him and Jack’s on a bit of a deadline.

He could blow off the deadline, of course, but that wouldmean even more paperwork.  Bureaucracy isevil like that.

“Senator Corbin is at it again,” Jack tells Gabe.  It’s a familiar rant.  The Texas senator has been a thorn in Jack’sside ever since he’d gotten elected three years ago.  “Can you believe that he—”  Jack cuts himself off as Gabe swerves aroundthe desk and pushes himself up into Jack’s space.  “Well, hello.”  Gabe nuzzles underneath Jack’s jaw, lipssearching out the scent glands in his neck, and Jack fairly purrs.  The feeling of Gabe’s alphaness wraps aroundhim like an embrace and Jack’s eyelashes flutter as arousal blossoms inside ofhim.  Gabe rumbles in approval and runshis hands across Jack’s chest.  “Mmm,that’s…”

The computer beeps a harsh protest as Jack’s fingers slip onthe keyboard and reality slams into Jack like a sledgehammer.  Right. Office.  Where someone could walkin at any time.  

Jack shoves Gabe away. “We’re going to have to save that for later,” he says regretfully.  He takes a few deep breaths to try and calmhimself down but it only makes it worse, Gabe’s alpha pheromones invading hislungs, making Jack’s omega instincts start to scream.  Gabe’s not helping, either, staring at Jackwith those lazy bedroom eyes, his lips looking so plush and kissable…

Jack forces himself to look away, staring resolutely at thecomputer screen in front of him.  Havingsex in the office is a definite no.  It’shard enough being an omega in a position of authority, Jack doesn’t need to addto the burden.  He could only imagine therumor mill and the bad press if someone were to catch him being mounted in theoffice when he was supposed to be working. The alpha rights groups would be clamoring for his resignation to replacehim with an alpha, throwing out all their normal junk science about how omegasare meant for the home and unsuited for leading.  Jack’s had enough of the “omegas are naturalnurturers” bullshit to last him a lifetime. Like it takes a knot to be a leader. Christ.

“Jack,” Gabe drawls, making his name at least two vowelslonger than it should be.  

Jack shivers but keeps his eyes on the screen.  “Later, I said.”  He scrolls down though he’s not reading adamn thing.  How could he with Gabe stillstanding in his personal space, pumping out all of the delicious alphapheromones that make Jack want to shuck his clothes and climb on to Gabe’sdick.  

“Mi girasol.”

Jack frowns, trying to translate.  Something about the sun, he guesses.  Gabe likes to pull out the Spanish on him andone of these days, Jack’s actually going to learn how to speak the languagefluently.  He’s half-convinced that mostof the things that Gabe says to him are dirtier than a mud field and wouldn’the be surprised if Jack fired something back. At least this one had sounded like some kind of endearment.  He turns to Gabe with a sigh.  “Mi girasol?” he asks.

Gabe lunges for him, hands grabbing a hold of Jack’s head totilt his head at a good angle for a kiss. Jack’s eyebrows shoot for his hairline and his hands flounder uselesslyin the air for a moment before they grab for Gabe’s arms.  He tries to yank Gabe’s hands down but Gabedoesn’t release him until he’s good and ready, continuing to kiss the ever-livingshit out of Jack while Jack starts to see stars.

“Jesus, Gabe,” Jack whispers when Gabe finally lets him upfor air.  “What the hell?”  Gabe kisses down Jack’s neck, back to hissensitive glands.  “Gabriel!” Jack barks.

Gabe reels backward, like he’s just been startled out of a meditativestate.  He’s panting, his eyesdilated.  “Have you been drugged?” Jackasks, concerned and trying to work down the list of possibilities.  It’s unlikely, but Jack’s having a hard timecoming up with an explanation here. Especially when Gabe’s scent is so strong, so overpowering that Jackjust wants to throw himself back into Gabe’s arms and let him have at it.

“Omega,” Gabe rasps, his lips carefully forming eachsyllable.

Jack puts a hand against Gabe’s forehead.  “Are you feeling alright?”  Gabe doesn’t feel like he has a fever butJack’s hardly a doctor.  Maybe he shouldsend Gabe to see Angela.  Gabe staresplacidly back, his wet lets curving into a smile that Jack can’t help butreturn.  

The keyboard clatters to the floor, Jack’s tablet heading inthe opposite direction, as Gabe yanks Jack out of the chair and slams him downon the desk.  Jack just barely manages tocatch himself before his face slams into the surface and has a stunned momentof staring straight ahead at the door to his office before he realizes that hiscoat is being lifted and his pants are being dragged down.  

“Jesus Christ,” Jack shouts as Gabeburies his face in Jack’s bare ass and licks his hole with all of the subtletyof a stick of dynamite.  Gabe’s tongueteases at the rim, making sure to circle it before flattening against it andlicking with long confident swipes.  Jack’snervous system shortcircuits, stuck in a loop of ‘good’ and ‘more’.  He whimpers and grips the desk as his kneesbuckle.  “Holy mother of God.”  Gabe eats his ass like a starving man, greedyand desperate, like each taste might be his last and an answer flickers in Jack’smind before lighting up like a neon sign, cutting through the fog of lust.  

Okay.  Rut.  Jack’s heard about this.  He’s never dealt with an alpha in one before,but he knows that they’re somewhat like heats. Alphas are unable to control their behavior and may be wildly unpredictablein their need to mate.  Ruts areregulated like heats, though, Jack thinks, his brain spinning in panickedcircles.  Alphas are supposed to take offa week for their ruts so why the hell is Gabe here working when he should havebeen home in bed?

And why hadn’t he bothered to tell Jack that it was comingup?

The answer to both questions is of course the same:Gabe.  No wonder the man had beenstarting to smell like a sex on a damn stick for the past few days.  Jack’s so going to kick Gabe’s ass when thisis over.  After Jack’s ass gets good andfucked.  

“Athena,” Jack snaps, trying to use irritation to get somesense of authority to his voice and force it down to something akin to itsnormal register.  “Office lock downprotocol.  Authorization: StrikeCommander Morrison Juliett Charlie Bravo Zulu One Niner Six Three.”

“Authorization confirmed,” the AI replies.  The shades drop, slamming into the sills andlocking down and the office doors snick as bolts click into place.  Anyone wanting to get in is going to have totry awfully damn hard to get through the nine point security system.

He’d always said that he wasn’t going to fuck in the officeand here he is, getting ready to fuck in the office.  What is his life?  

“Thank God,” Jack mutters. He drops his head against the desk and moans as Gabe keeps licking,sheer pleasure coursing through him.  Gabeis always good with his tongue but right now he’s got a single-minded focusthat is blowing Jack’s mind.  “Fuck,Gabe…”  He reaches backward and strokesalong the side of Gabe’s face, sliding backward to grab a fistful of Gabe’s hatand drag it off.  His fingers tangle inthe bit of curl on the top of Gabe’s head and he uses the grip to encourageGabe to go even deeper.  “Oh, yeah,” Jackwhispers breathily.  “Get in there…”  His hips buck, his hard cock rubbing againstthe underside of the desk.  “Get inthere, get in there, get in there…”

Gabe’s voice breaks on a whimper and he nuzzles in as deepas he can, his nose sliding up the crack of Jack’s ass while his tongue plungesinto Jack’s hole.  Jack could happilystay this way for the rest of the day, bent over his desk with Gabedeterminedly eating him out.  He rollshis hips as pleasure courses through him, riding out each wave with littlesighs and moans.  Gabe whines, his voicetaking on notes of frustration and pain, and Jack pushes himself up to lookback at him.  Gabe’s shoulders areshaking like he’s barely holding himself together.

Cripes, Jack thinks, ruts. He’s trying to search his mind for old sex ed class lectures but he’snot coming up with much.  Frankly, Jackhad been in the tail end of the generation where the focus was on making sureomegas were terrified of their heats more than anything else.  He remembers *something* about alpha ruts,but he’s pretty sure it probably involved the words “run” or “hide.”  Maybe “restraint.”

Restraints wouldn’t be a half bad idea here.  

He does, however, seem to recall Mercy giving him a blushinghalf-speech about specific alpha needs. Her focus had been on control.

Control, Jack can do.

Jack turns, taking his ass away from Gabe’s mouth (goddamnedheartbreaking) and putting it against the desk. Gabe buries his nose under Jack’s cock, working his lips against thebase and Jack runs a hand through Gabe’s hair, combing out the short curls withhis fingers.  “I’ll take care of you,Gabe,” he says, and Gabe’s responding moan is breathy with need.  “Don’t worry.”

Jack tips Gabe’s head back, getting a bit of distancebetween him and Gabe’s blissed out face. He keeps his fingers on Gabe’s forehead as Gabe tries to lean back in,eyes fixated on Jack’s cock like it’s fucking cocaine.  Hell, at this point, it probably is, drippingwith the scent of omega and Jack.  “No,”Jack tells him softly.  “Focus on me.”  Gabe whines and licks his lips before tryingto move forward again.  This time, Jackplaces a boot against Gabe’s thigh.  “Myoffice, my rules, Gabriel.”

Gabe sways from side to side and shudders.  “Omega,” he murmurs and tries to catch Jack’sdick again.  

Jack presses down harder with his foot, sliding it more tothe center of Gabe’s crotch to feel the thick hardness of Gabe’s dick.  Gabe hasn’t knotted yet, but Jack can tellthat he’s close.  “What did I just say?”  

Gabe curls in on himself with a whimper.  “Your office, your rules,” he rasps.

“Right.”  Jack easesup and when Gabe looks up again, he looks peaceful, like he trusts Jack tohandle this for him—he can’t control himself and needs Jack to do it forhim.  Jack wonders if Gabe not tellinghim about the upcoming rut had been more a result of denial on Gabe’s part thandeliberately trying to hide.  The thoughtof being out of control must have been a nightmare, akin to how Jack feelsabout his heats.  Now that Jack’sactively thinking about it, too, he remembers that only mated alphas haveregular ruts.  Gabe might not have evenknown.  Jack doesn’t remember much abouthis first heat, but he does remember it being terrifying, unable to controlhimself in the slightest and needing to be locked away for his own safety.  Jack gently rubs the tread of his boot overthe needy bulge in Gabe’s crotch.  “Showme how much you want it,” he says.  “Getit out and show me.”

“Si, papi,” Gabe whispers.  “Te deseo.”  He wastes no time in unzipping his pants,reaching in to pull out his thick cock and, yeah, okay, so Jack’s having a hardtime maintaining control himself.  He’spractically drooling. His hole clenches, slick definitely not a problem.

“Stroke it,” he tells Gabe, his voice harsh with lust.  “Show me.” Gabe gives his dick a good, hardstroke, his mouth dropping open with how good it feels and Jack’s own dickthrobs in response.  “Again,” Jackwhispers.  He’s about ready to come justfrom watching.  

Gabe obeys, his hand sliding over his dick, working it in arhythm.  He squirms against the floorsidles closer, trying to get his mouth on Jack’s dick again.  Jack taps Gabe’s forehead.  “Ah ah ah,” Jack says.  He’d love for Gabe to suck him but he knowsthat the moment he allowed that would be the moment that he’d come.

He forgets how devious Gabe is, though, even when he’s notin full control of himself.  Gabe divertsand kisses Jack’s inner thigh, his lips dragging over Jack’s skin.  Jack groans and runs his fingers through Gabe’shair again.

“Quiero metértela,” Gabe rasps and Jackdoesn’t know what that means but he can guess.

“Yeah,” Jack murmurs. He’s about two seconds away from giving in and fucking Gabe’s face andhe needs to be strong for the both of them. “Back up, Gabe,” Jack says. Putting action to the words, he tightens his fingers in Gabe’s hair andphysically pulls his head back.  “Laydown.”  Gabe sways, head tilted like hedoesn’t quite understand the order.  “I’mgoing to ride you, Gabriel,” Jack clarifies, “but I need you to lay down first.”

Gabe slumps to the floor in three segmented motions, slidingonto his ass, then his back, then laying his head down.  His eyes close.

“Good boy,” Jack says. He strips off his boots, pants, and underwear—thinks about it and takeshis shirt off too—and tosses them to the side, not particularly caring wherethey land.  He’ll deal with the wrinkleslater.

Slick is leaking down his thighs, Jack’s hole alreadyprimed, and he carefully settles himself down on top of Gabe’s prone form.  Gabe’s dick jumps up to meet him but hisfists clench against the floor, trying to be good for Jack.  “Tocame, Jack,” Gabe whispers.  “Por favor, mi corazón.”  Jack hums and slides his fingers underneathof Gabe’s shirt, pushing it up to his armpits to bear his chest.  He drags his hands back down, following thebumps and curves of Gabe’s body, and slides between his own legs to grip Gabe’sthrobbing dick.  Gabe thrashes underneathof him.

“Easy,” Jack says.  “Justrelax and let me do this.”  Gabe whinesbut settles and Jack gives him a soothing stroke along his belly.  “Good.” He lines Gabe’s dick up with his hole and slowly slides down.  

The first touch of Gabe’s dick against his hole is enough tomake Jack moan.  He rolls his hips asGabe whines beneath him, easing into the breach.  Gabe’s never been small, but Jack’s used tohis size.  He loves it.  With the lubrication he’s been steadilyleaking slicking the way, Jack easily slides on to Gabe’s dick.  He groans as each inch pushes into him, sighswhen he finally settles against Gabe’s hips, fully seated.

Gabe’s hands are claws against the floor in an effort tokeep still, his neck straining from the effort, but it’s not enough to keep hiships from making small, rolling thrusts. The lust inside of him is too much to resist anymore, especially withJack’s warm wetness encasing him.  “Yeah,Gabe,” Jack says encouragingly.  “Mmm, domore.”  He braces his hands against Gabe’schest as Gabe adds more power to his thrusts now that Jack’s given him thepermission to do so.  Jack moans andtosses his head.  He feels like he’s inheat, like he’s as out of control as Gabriel, fighting for a scrap of sanity tosee this to the end.

It’s got to be some kind of response to his mate’s rut, Jackknows.  Probably some deeply scientificand borderline disturbing reason, but all he can really think about right nowis how much he’d like to make Gabe come.

Jack bucks his hips in time with Gabe’s, matching him strokefor stroke.  He reaches back behind himand lets his hand graze over Gabe’s full balls, his fingers daring a littlelower to press underneath.

Gabe pants.  He bringshis knees up, which gives Jack more room to work and has the added bonus ofgiving Gabe more power to fuck into Jack, slamming up into him.  “Qué riquísimo…” Gabe growls.

“Fuck,” Jack hisses as he feels Gabe’s knot catch on hisrim.  “God, Gabe.”  He shudders and sits himself firmly down ontop of Gabe’s dick, wanting it as deep inside of him as possible.  

“Jack,” Gabe says, turning it into a mantra.  “Jack, Jack, Jack…”  Each iteration is punctuated by a thrust thatpresses against Jack’s prostate.  Jackgrabs for his own dick, trying to stave off orgasm, but it’s too late.  Just the touch of his hand is enough to sethim off no matter how hard he squeezes, leaving him little to do but strokehimself through it, clenching down on the thick knot that Gabe’s put inside ofhim.  “Eres caliente,” Gabe mutters, his darkeyes focused on Jack’s face.  His handsraise to grab a hold of Jack’s thighs, thumbs digging into the muscle.

Slowly coming down off of his high, Jack huffs a laugh.  He knows that one good enough.  “Right back at you,” he says and runs hishands over Gabe’s chest.  He rocks hiships as far as Gabe’s knot will let him, working the length that Gabe hasinside of him.  “Now how about you comealready?”  

Gabe’s hands tighten, which is about all of the warning thatJack gets before Gabe starts to jackhammer into him, quick and hard and leavinghim breathless.  Less than a minutelater, Gabe groans and stills, his eyes fluttering shut.  Jack hums and rocks soothingly on top of him,encouraging the orgasm.  He reaches backbehind himself and presses his fingers to where they’re joined, feeling thepulse of Gabe’s cock.  “That’s good,Gabe,” Jack praises.  

Exhaustion is starting to set in, Jack’s body wanting todissolve into a fucked-out pile and he lets himself rest on top of Gabe,folding his arms over Gabe’s chest and setting his chin on top of them.  He knows from experience that Gabe won’t bebothered in the slightest by his weight.

Now that he’s fully within reach, Gabe’s hands takeliberties with Jack’s body, sliding up and down his back.  Jack sighs contentedly and closes his eyes.

He hopes that Gabe’s rut works like his heat, giving momentsof clarity in between bouts of sex, but he really doesn’t know.  His ignorance bothers him and when he nexthas some free time, Jack knows what he’s going to be researching.

Right now, though, he’s tied to a rut-addled alpha comingdown from his first orgasm, sprawled across the floor of his office.  Jack’s going to have a hard time trying to dowork in this office again.

Not that he’s complaining really.  It’s much better than paperwork.  Even if he is going to have approximately amountain of it waiting for him when Gabe’s finally done with him.

Jack strokes his fingers over the angles of Gabe’s face,taking stock of the curves and lines.  “Thethings I do for you,” he mutters.  

Gabe presses a kiss to Jack’s fingers.  He still looks dazed, like he’s not quiteready for words yet, but he’s slowly coming back to himself.  Jack gives him a smile and leans up to brushtheir lips together.  “Yeah, me too,” hesays.

With all his heart.

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Your writing is so good! Would you consider writing omorashi for cat76?

Aw, thank you!  And, yes.  Yes, I would.  Cat76 omorashi with some confinement and petulant Jack below (and end Owner/Jack).  Once again, credit for the amazing, wonderful AU goes to @pr0nb0t who keeps making such incredible art.

Jack doesn’t like his new litter.  It gets between his toes and he’ll have tospend hours picking it out, little grainy piece of clay by little grainy pieceof clay.  It’s disgusting and frustratingand, really, Jack would appreciate it if his owner just let him go back to theold litter.  Of course, Jack’s proposedsolutions were swept aside and ignored as always.  He’d thought that that peeing in front of thelitter box would have been acceptable but apparently no it had not.  He’d gotten a swift swat and his nose rubbedin it for the trouble.

Revenge, Jack thinks, is always best served cold.  He’d waited until nightfall before peeingagain, this time making sure to mark the couch, a sweatshirt, and, best of all,the inside of his owner’s boot.

Which is how he’d ended up here.  Jack really needs to rethink his lifechoices.  He really didn’t like thatlitter, though.  It was unfair to try andforce him into it and, really, he’d only been using his right to freespeech.  Or something.  

Jack peers out balefully from his little cage.  It’s entirely too small for him, making himscrunch-up and he’d protested that fact quite loudly when his owner had forcedhim inside.  He’d gripped the edges andmeowed his objections, even throwing in a distinct “No!” but his owner had beenadamant.

“Just until I can find something larger, Jack.  I can’t trust you!  And I’m not coming home to a mess!”

A larger cage isn’t necessary, Jack thinks to himself in asulk.  Better litter is—and he doesn’tcare if the other was on sale or not.

He tries to make the most of his situation, bracing his legsagainst the outside walls of his prison and folding his front paws under hischest as he smooshes his face against the bars. It’s vaguely uncomfortable but it has the side effect of making him looktotally pathetic, he knows.  “Don’t giveme that look,” his owner sighs.  “Youshouldn’t have peed in my boot.”  Jackflattens his ears.  Boot-peeing is aproud and noble tradition and he’ll stand by it.  “We’ll figure this out later, but I’ve got togo to work.  So be good.”

What his owner expects him to do in his jail cell, Jackdoesn’t know.  He shifts irritably,letting his cock drag over the plastic bottom of the cage.  His ears tick forward as he tilts hishead.  Well, that isn’t too bad.  Jack does it again, the head of cock rubbingon the smooth plastic.  He rocksbackward, swinging his balls between his spread legs and studies how it feelsto have them bang against the back of his kennel.  Not bad, either.

Jack takes some time to explore wiggling against the smoothsurfaces of the cage but in the end he grows bored of it.  There’s only so much that he can reach and he’dreally just like to get his mouth on his cock and suck but there’s no room todo so.  Jack flops himself on the bottomof the prison cell and waits.

And waits.

And waits.

How long does it take a human to ‘work’ anyway, Jack wantsto know.  It seems like a huge waste oftime.  Jack can list off ten things muchbetter to do with the available time and that’s just off the top of his head.

Like napping.  Nappingis good.  Jack drops his head down with asigh.  He’ll nap.  Then his owner will come and be sorry that heshoved Jack into this horrible cage and understand the importance of goodlitter and think that Jack was completely justified in peeing in the boot.  Okay, maybe not that last one, but Jack’s gothopes for the other two.  He tries tomake himself as comfortable as possible as he settles in for a nap.

Jack has no idea how much time has passed since he went tosleep.  He does know, however, that he isregretting grabbing a quick bite before his owner had stuck a foot into thatboot.  And that perhaps he should havelet loose a little more.  Jack shifts petulantly.  If he were free, he would make a trip to hislitter box and carefully not pee in it. But, no, he’s stuck in prison with an empty belly and a fullbladder.  Life is terrible.

Jack butts his head up against the cage bars again.  He’d try for the locking mechanism but heknows from experience that it won’t work. His owner had figured that out the first time that Jack had been shutaway after that first trip to the vet.  

He flattens himself to the bottom of the cage, needing somekind of pressure to take his mind off of things.  His cock once again rubs pleasingly againstthe cell floor but it only gives Jack a moment’s distraction before he’sreminded that he’d really just like to pee. Considering that he’s in this situation because of pee, it’s rather hardto forget.

Of course, he could always go right here—just let it loose inthe cage.  Then he’d have to sit in it,though and that’s a definite pass.  Jackis an old hand at peeing wherever he wants but he’s certainly not going to sitin the mess.  No, Jack will just hold ituntil his owner gets back.  Then he’llpee in the other boot.

An hour of increasingly necessary wiggling later and Jack’sthinking that he’s going to have reassess the plan.  He meows to the empty room in the hopes that hisowner snuck in when Jack wasn’t paying attention and is just looking to teachJack a lesson.  Jack might be willing toapologize for his earlier behavior if that were so.  He tries again when there’s no answer andadds a soft pathetic mewl, the type that usually makes his owner comerunning.  Nothing.  Jack flattens his ears back as he pouts.  He’s definitely alone.  His owner wouldn’t deliberately ignore himlike this, Jack knows.  Which means thathis owner is still at that mysterious ‘work’ and Jack’s still stuck.

He grumbles to himself and shifts irritably, rocking thecage and making his balls and cock smack against his thighs.  Unfortunately, the distracting side effecthas diminished in direct correlation to Jack’s growing problem and all itreally achieves now is reminding him of how good it would feel to just give into the urge to pee.  Jack ducks his headdown to look underneath himself and between his legs, scowling at his hangingcock.  

There is no way that he’d be able to avoid the mess.  The cage is too small and Jack is toobig.  Even the initial splatters weresure to splash back against Jack.  Jackyowls in frustration and swishes his tail, banging it into either wall.  

He’s sure that his owner will be home any minute now.  Surely any second.  In fact, if Jack were to look right thismoment, he’s sure that he’d see his owner looking at him through the cagebars.  So confident is he that Jackactually looks up.  

Once again, there’s little but the open room.  He ducks his head back down and tries again,wondering if this time the trick might work.

Nothing.

Jack groans and smooshes his face against the bars again.  He takes back his earlier assessment.  *This* is terrible.  Jack hadn’t had a true concept of terriblebefore.  He’s gotten too used to cushyhouse living.  

He bounces on his knees, rattling the cage and scowls whenit only makes things worse.  Pressingharder on the grate, he tilts his face to bite at the metal, more for thedistraction than any serious attempt to free himself.

His bladder aches. Relief is within reach but, no, Jack will most definitely not sit in themess.  He won’t.  He will drown from the inside out before hestoops to that level.

He should have just used the litter and picked the little grainsout of his toes.  That would have beeninfinitely preferable to this.  Jackmewls.  He can’t deny that he is reachinghis limit.

In the end, Jack gives in, pride less important than thesweet relief.  The pee splatters againstthe bottom of the cage, starting as a few drops and then a stream and then aflood.  The smell of it hits him and hewrinkles his nose in distaste.  Warmliquid pools under his legs, soaking into his clothes and fur and there islittle that Jack can do besides bear the humiliation.  Not even his tail is spared, the endaccidentally brushing against the puddle and coming away wet.  He meows in distress and tries to lifthimself as far away from the mess as he can, his cheeks burning red.  It just feels so good, though, to be able tofinally release what he’d been holding back. A corresponding heat unfurls inside of Jack but he ignores it.  No. No, he will not.  He his kneelingin his own pee and he is not going to do anything but try not to think aboutit.

The liquid slowly cools under him and Jack holds himselffirm.  He can’t believe that this hashappened to him.  After awhile, however,his muscles start to tremble from the strain, the cage too small for him toproperly lock his limbs so he’s been forced to hold them at an unsustainableangle.  Jack sighs pathetically and givesin, lowering himself to lay in his own mess. How shameful, he thinks, his ears flat to his head.

An hour later, the front door finally unlocks and Jack mewlspitifully when it opens.  “Hey, Jack, I—oh,Jack.”  Jack’s owner opens the cage andgently urges him out.  “Did you have anaccident, Jack cat?”

Jack nods shamefully, his cheeks burning, and his ownergives a nod in return.

“Alright.  We’ll getyou cleaned up, okay?”  Jack’s ownerstarts towards the bathroom, coaxing Jack along and Jack miserably follows,still on all fours.  “It’ll be okay.”  For once, Jack willingly climbs into thebathtub on his own, not having to be pushed into it at all.  “Wow, you really are upset, aren’t you?”  Jack sits and stares between his legs.  

His owner takes some extra time, making sure to carefully peeloff Jack’s clothes and then scrub Jack’s fur until it is pristine whiteagain.  Jack’s cock gets a little extraattention after it’s clean too, soft, insistent tugs that make Jack mewl.  He spreads his legs to allow his owner topleasure him, purring at the feeling of a toy sliding into his ass.  “Is that better, Jack?” his owner asks.  Despite the wet fur clinging to him and alingering hint of shame, Jack nods.  Yes,he definitely feels better.  He feelscherished, loved, owned.  He comes with alittle mewling cry, his cock jerking in his owner’s hand.  

Jack’s owner gives him a little soothing pat and leaves thetoy in, knowing that Jack likes to feel full after an orgasm.  His owner knows him so well.

That’s confirmed when his owner strokes along Jack’s bellyand says, “It’s the litter, isn’t it? You don’t like it.  I throw it outand get some new.”

Jack smiles and purrs. Maybe he won’t pee in his owner’s boot again.

Maybe.

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Alpha Jack and omega gabe?😘

Oh, nonnie.  That’s a kink I would put my actual name to!  I love it. You didn’t specify which era, so I had to pick one.  I like the smoke monster; I hope that’s okay.

“Jack…” a voice whispers, the wind blowing it in from theeast.  Jack shudders, the voice shiveringits way down his spine.  He knows who itbelongs to.  He doesn’t have to look tosee, because even if he didn’t recognize the base sound under the mechanicaldistortion, Jack’s sense of smell is as strong as ever.  He can smell Gabe from across the street,Gabe’s scent intrinsically tied to Jack’s very sense of self.  His body trembles in response, the urge towrap Gabe up in his arms almost overwhelming.

Jack has to battle his own instincts, fight them to astandstill because, yes, it’s Gabe that’s here with him, somewhere in thedarkness, but it’s not the Gabe that Jack remembers.  That Gabe died in the explosion, though hemight have been dead long before if Jack’s being honest.

“You don’t remember me, Jack?  I’m hurt.” Gabe’s voice is directly behind him, a hand skating along Jack’sshoulders and Jack spins, bringing up the pulse rifle.  There’s nothing but air and Gabe’s mechanically-renderedlaughter.  Jack turns in a circle,activating his visor.  The enhanced sightshows him nothing beyond a few wisps of smoke that dissipate the moment thatJack tries to focus on them.

It’s his nose that leads him.  Just like always.  Gabe could hide all he wanted, blend in sowell that even the high tech surveillance couldn’t find him, but yet Jack’snose would always be able to sniff Gabe out. *‘You and that nose, Sunshine, I swear,’* Gabe would say and let Jackhaul him into a hug.  Jack wheels aroundto where Gabe’s body is reforming out of its smoke.  “I’ll always remember you,” Jack says.

“Good,” Gabe purrs and fires both of his shotguns.  

Jack sprints to the left, wedging his foot down for a sharpturn and fires the pulse rifle into Gabe’s already dissolving form.  Jack runs for cover, ducking around thecorner of a building.  The visor feedshim information, telling him angles and layouts and obstacles but Jack focuseson his nose.  Gabe is particularly strongtonight.  There is no hiding for him.

The blast misses Jack by inches, taking out a chunk of thebrick where his head had been.  “Prettyfast for an old man,” Gabe taunts.  

Jack slams the butt of his rifle into Gabe’s side,half-surprised when it actually seems to work, knocking Gabe to theground.  With the new form and thenanites, Jack wasn’t sure, but Gabe’s body seems solid enough when he’s fullyformed.  Jack wonders how much of Gabe isleft under all of that black leather.  

Apparently, he’s going to get the chance to find out.  Jack drops himself on top of Gabe, grippingGabe’s coat to haul him forward into a roll. Gabe doesn’t come peacefully, aiming an elbow at Jack’s head and a kneeat his groin.  Jack avoids both and pinshim on his stomach, arm bent behind him. Gabe’s form shifts underneath of Jack, already morphing into hisintangible smoke and Jack snarls.  “Andyou’re pretty ripe for a dead man, omega.” Gabe’s form rapidly solidifies, sliding back into position underneath ofJack.  Jack inches forward, settlinghimself against the curve of Gabe’s ass and groans.  It’s as good as he remembers.  “I can smell you, Gabe.  You’re in heat.”  

Some instinctual part of Jack is howling in outrage that hisomega is risking himself on the battlefield, made worse by the fact that Gabeis in heat and all of Jack’s reptilian hind brain is screaming that the omegashould be in Jack’s bed, safe and protected and bred.

Gabe had never been the type of omega to ever stay put orfollow an order simply because an alpha had given it to him but going intobattle on the cusp of a heat is a new one. “What are you doing out here when you’re in heat?” Jack demands.

“You don’t get to ask that,” Gabe replies, his voice coldbehind that impassive mask.

“The hell I don’t,” Jack snarls.  “We’re still fucking bonded, Gabe.”  Jack can feel his bonding mark throbbing onhis shoulder, responding to the sensation of having his mate back underneath ofhim after all of these years.

“Until death do us part.” Gabe’s body dissolves, the smoke streaming away.

Jack reels, Gabe’s words hitting him like a fist.  His body physically tries to reject thewords, Jack’s stomach heaving at the thought of losing Gabriel, just like ithad done when he’d woken up after the blast, threatening to toss him once moreinto the bleak depression of mourning. Jack ruthlessly shoves it back.  Hefumbles for his rifle and gets to his feet. “Get the fuck back here,” he growls. He knows that Gabe hasn’t gone far; his scent is still filling Jack’snose.

The next blast goes wide even without Jack dodging.  Jack stares at the hole that’s three feetaway from him and then to Gabe’s slowly coalescing form.  Gabe never misses by that much, not unless hemeant to.

As Gabe’s body reforms, his scent becomes stronger, almostunbearable and Jack’s nearly desperate with it, breathing it in with hugegulps.  “Damn it, Gabe,” he rasps.

“Shut the fuck up, Cariño,” Gabe whispers, his mechanicalvoice curling around the words until reaching the familiar nickname and lapsinginto a heartbreakingly familiar tone.  Heleans back against the brick of a building, the mask giving away nothing evenas his body screams its secrets.

Jack stumbles towards him, drawn to him and unable to lookaway.  Gabe flinches when Jack reachesout for him but doesn’t run.  Jack’sfingers fumble along Gabe’s shoulders.  “Just…letme, Gabriel,” Jack mutters.  “Just letme.”  His hand curls around Gabe’s maskand Gabe catches his wrist.  They stareat one another, both masked, faces hidden, while their scents interminglebetween them.

Gabe pulls the mask off himself, discarding it like one ofhis guns, and Jack’s knees tremble.  Gabe’sface is mostly unchanged, the features the same that Jack has memorized fordecades now, all except for the burning red of his eyes.  Jack reaches up and removes his own mask,letting it tumble to the ground, and Gabe’s red eyes study the changes.  A bit of self-conscious doubt ripples throughJack, wondering if Gabe thinks that he looks the same or if the blast haschanged him.

“You’ve got a scar now,” Gabe says finally, clawed fingersdelicately tracing the marks that the explosion had left upon Jack’s face.

“Yeah,” Jack answers.

“Matches mine, don’t you think?”

Jack surges forward and catches Gabe in a kiss, desperatelymashing their lips together.  All thoughtof finesse exploded with the bomb years ago, and all that’s left is rawwreckage.  A moan stutters out of Gabe’sthroat and he tilts his head to accept Jack’s kiss.  Jack’s heart squeezes in his chest and hepropels them both forward to press Gabe more firmly against the wall.

A thick thigh wedges between Jack’s, rubbing against theburgeoning swell of his cock.  Jack humpsit like an artless teenager and shoves his fingers underneath Gabe’s blackhood.  He’s expecting to find the hairthat he remembers but instead his hands sink into a mass of curls, Gabe not botheringto have cut it in his altered state. Jack wraps it around his fists and pulls Gabe’s head back to assert hisdominance.  Gabe groans, low and needy,before putting a hand to Jack’s throat and forcing him back.  “Careful, papi,” Gabe warns.  “Don’t get too carried away.”

Jack nods, half-embarrassed by his lack of control andhalf-too far gone to care.  Gabe, hisGabe, his omega, is in heat and Jack doesn’t want to control himself.  He wants to bury himself so deep in Gabe thatthey won’t ever be separated again.  Hetells Gabe as much, muttering the words against Gabe’s lips, and Gabe’s mouthquirks into a smile.

“Lust stupid, huh, cariño?”

“Yes,” Jack confesses and takes them both to thestreet.  His alpha instincts are dismayedat the abysmal conditions he has provided for his omega, the lack of acomfortable surface or supplies, but Jack figures that they’ve had worse.  At least this time, there’s not anyoneactively firing at them.  That had been aninteresting heat, Gabe squirming underneath of him, behind a few layers ofwall, demanding that Jack fuck him harder, faster, and, ‘Christ, cariño, handme a goddamned gun, I’ve got to take a shot!’

The layers of Gabe’s outfit peel back to reveal what appearsto be a mostly intact body, healed by the very nanites that are constantlyshifting along his skin, burning upwards in the smoke that rises from his body.  Jack follows a plume curiously, fingerstraveling through it as it wafts upward. “Stop it,” Gabe says and grabs his hand to press it against Gabe’s bare chest.  “Touch me here, Jack.”

Jack’s never been one to refuse an order from hisomega.  He strokes the hard curve of Gabe’schest, palm flattening along his peck and sliding over his nipple.  Gabe arches upward with a groan, his handclasping over Jack’s.  “Si, papi,” Gabepurrs, his legs spreading.  “Like that.”  He pushes Jack’s hand downward, following thelines of his stomach to reach where his cock lays hard and ready.  “Touch me here, too, cariño.”

Jack brushes his lips across Gabe’s skin, tasting thedifference of his nanite-constructed body, and obediently wraps a hand aroundGabe’s cock, giving it a long, hard stroke. Gabe gasps and squirms, his hand squeezing over top of Jack’s.  “Harder,” he whispers.  “Do it harder.”  Jack obeys.

Jack’s own cock throbs in his pants, confined until Gabesees fit to free it.  Gabe smiles at himand rubs a teasing hand over the curve of Jack’s clothed cock.  “Did you want something, Jack?”

“You,” Jack replies and surges upward to seize Gabe’s lipsagain.  He groans against Gabe’s mouth,his body a long strum of need, pining for more of Gabe’s touch.  Gabe tugs down the zipper of Jack’s coat andJack hurriedly strips it off, desperate to be free of it if it will mean thatGabe will put his hands back on him.

“So needy,” Gabe says. “I like it.”

Jack mouths at Gabe’s jaw, moving down to his neck to runhis lips over the sensitive skin there, knowing how it makes Gabe shiver.  “Please, Gabe,” he rasps, falling back intohis familiar role.  “Let me.”

Gabe chuckles and finally frees Jack’s cock.  Jack groans at the sudden relief, bowingforward.  The head of his dick rubs alongGabe’s thigh, stroking along his skin, and he gives another quick buck of hiships, unable to resist to smooth slide. He could happily fuck himself to completion on Gabe’s thighs if Gabewould let him.  Gabe’s let him do it acouple of times, just clamped his legs together around Jack’s dick and toldJack to have at it as he sat back and enjoyed the show.  This time, Gabe stops him after only twothrusts, fingers wrapping around Jack’s dick and steering it to where Gabewants it.

Their moans echo each other as Jack finally sinks into Gabe’sslick heat, sliding in as if he belongs. Gabe clenches and trembles around him and Jack gathers Gabe’s body up inhis arms, holding him close like how he used to as he steadily drives himselfinto Gabe again and again, his knot beginning to swell.  Gabe’s hands comb through Jack’s hair, scrapingit to the side and back again before settling in and pulling.

Jack’s knot fully sets, locking him inside of Gabe’s tightheat.  He rolls his hips, giving Gabe theshort little thrusts that he likes when Jack is this deep inside of him, andGabe mutters dirty Spanish to him, phrases that tell Jack to ‘give it to him’and ‘breed him good.’  The last of Jack’scontrol gives out when he manages to translate that last one.  He slams himself in deep and starts to come,unable to stop the little noises dropping out of his mouth.  He fumbles between him and Gabe to grab Gabe’scock, stroking it hard and fast until Gabe is writhing underneath of him,arching up into his orgasm and spilling onto Gabe’s chest.

Jack collapses on top of Gabe, going boneless now that he’stemporarily sated his mate.  He burieshis nose against Gabe’s neck to breath in Gabe’s scent, hoping to forgeteverything but the way that Gabe smells when his heat has been momentarilysatisfied.  Gabe rumbles underneath ofhim, a hand patting along the top of Jack’s head.  “Still useless after a good fuck, huh, cariño?”  Jack presses a lazy kiss to Gabe’s skin inlieu of an answer.  They lie together forawhile, the cold and the openness a distant thought.  Jack is hoping that if he ignores it longenough that it will suddenly be years ago and he’ll find himself lying in bedwith Gabe back in their room at the Watchpoint. Gabe denies him that wish with a sigh. “You know we can’t stay here, Jack.” His hand is still combing through Jack’s hair and Jack keeps his eyesclosed.  The hand stops.  “This isn’t who we are.”

“Feels like it,” Jack mutters.  Physically, he’s still buried deep inside ofGabe, intimately tied to him.  Mentally,emotionally, Jack’s been knotted up in Gabe since the moment he caught hisfirst glimpse of him back in basic.

“Jack.”

“Gabe.”  Jack finallylifts his head to meet Gabe’s red eyes.  “Iknow what we are.  What you are, what Iam.  I know what we are together.”  Gabe always did like to pretend that Jackdidn’t understand the deck of cards that he was wielding but just because Jackcouldn’t see the hidden ace it didn’t mean he didn’t know that it was there.

“There is no ‘we.’” Gabe’s voice shifts into a growl.

“And yet here we are,” Jack snaps back.  He waves his hand to gesture to the whole ofthem, where their bodies and entangled.

“You are naïve.”

“And you’re obtuse.”

They stare at each other, neither one giving an inch, bothtoo stubborn for their own good.  Jackgives up first, sighing and dropping his head against Gabe’s chest.  “Can you at least give me the illusion?” heasks.  “For a little while longer?”  The man underneath of Jack feels like hisGabe, smells like him, tastes like him. He is Jack’s Gabe, his omega.

“Sure, Jack,” Gabe rasps, inching the line forward a tinybit.  “I can do that.”

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This is for @pr0nb0t‘s Cat76 AU.  I hope that it’s okay that I played a little in their AU world.  I would have sent it as an anonymous ask like I was doing with the other ones but, it, uh, got a little long.  I love the AU and adore the artwork and got excited.

Anyway.  Cat76/Owner, a bit of Cat76/Cat Gabe.

“Bad kitty!” a hand smacks Jack’s side, distracting him from shredding the couch.  Jack growls and he gets a finger in his face for it.  “Keep it up and I won’t let Gabe come visit.” Jack’s ears flatten.  No, not that.  No, he can be a good boy.  Jack folds his legs up on the couch and does his best to look meek and contrite.  The hand ruffles Jack’s ears good-naturedly. “You always get this way when your heat’s coming up.  I wish you’d take it out on your toys instead of the furniture.”  Jack looks at the discarded toys scattered across the floor.

They are nice.  They’re pretty and his owner had obviously picked them out for quality, but Jack gets bored too easily.  There is only so much that a toy can do, after all.  The blue plug feels nice in Jack’s ass, stretching him out the way that he craves and the vibrating mouse does wonders to his cock and balls but in the end, he can’t get over how predictable they are.  The plug only goes where Jack puts it and as for the mouse, he usually just ends up sitting on it.  Neither are quite like having fingers to play with, or a tongue or—Jack’s hole clenches a little at the thought—an actual cock.  The toys are fine for most days but when Jack’s heat comes along, he needs a little something extra and he knows it. 

It’s why he loves it when his owner takes the time to pet him—and when Gabe comes over to visit. Gabe’s owner brings him over regularly, but most often when it’s time for his and Jack’s heat.  That way they can wear each other out.  Gabe’s purrs feel like the vibrating mouse when Jack sits on his head, but it comes with Gabe’s wicked, dirty tongue that plunges up deep into Jack’s hole to eat him out.  Then Jack can bend forward and get a paw on Gabe’s cock, watch it twitch in his grasp.  He can put his own tongue in Gabe’s wet hole, smell his heat and lick out his cream.

Jack can’t wait until Gabe comes to visit again.

Jack’s owner chuckles and runs a hand over Jack’s cheek.  It feels divine.  Jack purrs and leans into the touch, the vibrations growing louder as his owner dips his hand lower over Jack’s chest.  The fingers play with the soft fur and tweak a nipple.  Jack shudders as a drop of milk leaks out of him.  His owner tuts.  “Getting close, aren’t you?  I might need to milk these.”  Jack nods hurriedly.  He loves it when his owner milks him, firm but gentle fingers pulling the milk out of his nipples.  It pleasure, torture, and relief all rolled into one.  Another squeeze of Jack’s nipple comes back dry despite the corresponding tingle in Jack’s groin.  “Not just yet, though, huh?”  The hand scritches down Jack’s belly, playing with his fur and Jack languidly lies back against the couch to enjoy the touch and encourage more.  “Whore,” his owner says fondly and doles out a few more solid strokes. 

When his owner’s hand ventures a little farther down, Jack happily spreads his legs to display his crotch, his cock laying fat and full against his stomach.  Jack wiggles encouragingly and his owner chuckles again.  The fingers gets teasingly close to Jack’s plump cock, Jack watching eagerly, then they skate away to smooth down the fur of Jack’s thighs.  Jack growls and swishes his tail.  “Not what you want, kitty?” his owner teases.  Jack scoots down the couch to try and get his owner’s hand back to where it should be, stroking along Jack’s cock.  His owner lifts his hand.  “You’re predictable, Jack cat.”

Jack pouts up at the hand. It’s so close to giving him what he wants.  He bats at it, careful to keep his claws sheathed.  “Oh, that’s how it is, huh?”  The hand bats back, flicking Jack’s toes.  Jack’s scowl deepens.  He’s in the mood for playing but not this kind of playing.  With a huff, Jack gives up on trying to get his owner to touch him how he wants and rolls himself up into a ball to apply his own tongue to his aching cock.  He licks along the sensitive length and settles in at the head to suck.  “Oh, Jackie…” his owner mutters and the hand that had been denying Jack settles along Jack’s shaved balls, gently rolling them. Jack purrs.

With his mouth attached to his cock and his owner’s hand on his balls, Jack feels an orgasm starting to build inside of him.  He sucks harder, chasing the pleasure. 

There’s a wet pop and two fingers slide into Jack’s hole.  Jack gasps, his cock dropping out of his mouth in surprise.  The fingers pump into him steadily, pressing up against that spot inside of Jack that lights up Jack’s entire body.  Jack writhes, paws flying out to catch the couch to try and keep himself from shooting off into space.  “Just needed a little attention, huh, Jackie?” his owner whispers. The fingers are delightful inside of Jack, knowing exactly where to touch and how.  Jack loves this.  He loves his owner.  Jack flicks his tongue out again and again as the fingers fuck him, making soft little cries when his owner touches him especially well. 

Jack orgasms, hips bucking upward as his cock spurts over his chest.  Come splatters across Jack’s fur, a few drops landing on his face, and he winces.  He pants as his body collapses back against the couch, mewls when his owner pulls free of Jack’s ass.  His owner laughs and tickles along Jack’s balls.  Jack twitches away, the touch just a little too good for his oversensitive nerves.  “You’re going to have to clean yourself up now, Jackie.”  Jack’s owner ruffles his fur the wrong way, leaving it standing up on end and pats Jack on the head.  Jack watches his owner leave, spread out on his back with a mess on his belly and fur that needs to be smoothed down.  Dick, he thinks.

Jack loves his owner. There’s days, though, that Jack thinks that his owner needs a few good swats.

With a sigh, Jack starts to groom, carefully cleaning his belly as best as he’s able.  He wishes that Gabe were here.  Gabe loves to lick up Jack’s come, clever tongue reaching every little part of Jack—and he’s so careful with Jack’s fur, too.  He bitches about it, teases Jack by occasionally licking the wrong way but Jack notices how Gabe always—always—makes sure that Jack is comfortable before he’s done.  Jack makes sure to return the favor.  He loves the taste of Gabe’s cream.

If Gabe were visiting, they’d be able to play and get each other all messy then spend time cleaning each other before settling in for a good cuddle.  And if Jack were really lucky, he’d be able to roll Gabe over after a little while and have another go at his ass.  Jack would like that—Gabe’s tail kinked to the side and Gabe yowling in pleasure because Gabe likes it just as much as Jack.  Then maybe Gabe would do Jack and…  Jack loses a little time daydreaming, thinking about all the things that he’d like to do to Gabe and have done in return.

He wishes that Gabe lived with him.  Jack would be so happy if he did.  Jack casts another glance at his discarded toys.  He bets that Gabe would like the mouse, too.  Maybe Jack will get it out for him to play with the next time that he visits.

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Rules of Engagement

This blog exists as a place to put short, porny pwps of varying quality that I am too shy to put my name to and to take requests for said short, porny pwps.

Most kinks are A-okay.  I could spend all day listing them, but as long as they’re not in the definite ‘no’ list, there’s a chance I’ll consider it.  I lean strongly towards slash but will consider some het or femslash pairings.  (Kink examples: A/B/O, BDSM, d/s, crossdressing, size kink, non-con/dub-con, tentacles, mpreg, male lactation, petplay, omorashi/watersports.  Also, shy, fluffy hand-holding if you’re into that)

Things I will not do: Scat, permanent body-modification, gore/vore, snuff, extreme underage, answer your hate mail.

Making a request or sending an ask does not mean that it will automatically be answered with fic (I will tell you outright if I don’t think that I can write something, though).  I will be much more likely to write a fic in a fandom I am already familiar with, or use newly created characters to explore a kink.  I might consider a fandom or pairing not listed, though, so it doesn’t hurt to ask.  The more vague a prompt is, the more likely I am to take artistic license with it.

Fandoms actively followed and possible pairings:

Overwatch - McHanzo, Reaper76, McReyes, Shimadacest, Reinzo, and a few other combinations.  Also, random OMCs/characters.  (I’ll also say that I have such a thing for bottom!Hanzo, bottom!Jack, and bottom!Gabe)

Marvel’s Avengers - Many different pairings.  Examples: Stucky, Stony, Winterfalcon, Winterpanther, some Hydra Trash Party (I will wreck Steve or Brock in the htp but please don’t ask me to do the same to Bucky! It’s a squick, I don’t even know. Feral!dangerous!Winter Soldier is my jam, though).

Teen Wolf - Sterek, Scerek, Sciles, Halecest and others (I love bottom!Derek, fair warning--like, to an unhealthy degree)

Supernatural (Wincest, Destiel, random men/Dean ‘cause yeah)

DC’s Legends of Tomorrow/The Flash (at the risk of outing myself, I’m pretty much Coldwave all the way on this one)

Other fandoms/pairings I’m somewhat familiar with:

Leverage (OT3 or combination)

Shameless (Gallavich, really)

Daredevil (Fratt)