In Which A Young Omega, In Defiance Of Both Stereotype And Politeness, Propositions An Alpha Of His Own Blood Caste, And Is Rewarded For His Daring; Contains Awkward Pre-Heat Negotiations, A Supportive And Extraordinarily Unconventional Clade, Heat Cycle Copulation, An Incidental Human Character With Attendant Barkbeast, The Brief Appearance Of A Tealblood Whose Flouting Of Convention Should Not Be Emulated, No Production Of Eggs Whatsoever, And A Hive Of Bees With No Actual Bearing On The Narrative's Outcome.

He leers. "Princess." Your spine stiffens. "It's Empress now." "Is that the motherfucking truth," he says coolly. "You takin' up everything my fine fin-sister had?" He levers himself up out of his throne, and up, and up, and your fins flare out defensively but you stand your ground. He's huge, a towering hulk of corded muscle and bone trophies and wild hair. But you grew up with Gl'bgolyb. It takes more than sheer size to intimidate you. "Everyfin worth having," you retort.

"Whatever nasty ideas I just gave you, go for it. I'm your kinky alien sex toy for the night or whatever," and with Terezi looming over you and Karkat's big hands on you that's suddenly a seriously, intensely possible thing. You are having a vision of the future and it involves a lot of troll junk.

Sollux just wanted a tattoo. He came out of it with ten piercings and a threesome.

Karkat ends up in his Ancestor's dreambubble. He's kinda okay with that, all things considered.

Feferi returns home with a surprise for Sollux.

"I ain't opposed to getting my wetware wet," she says. You think you could almost make out the words just from the movements of her lips against your ear, and that gets all down your spine even as part of you writhes in annoyance at a seadweller without any modifications beyond the cosmetic using the word wetware. Fuck it, it's still hot.

Ari seeks out the Great One to save his people. He finds more than he ever imagined possible.

The youngest prince of Atlantis goes looking for the Sea Witch in hopes of turning human. He never makes it that far.

Tentacle Gods: do not mix with Hydra.

Venom indulges Eddie's weirder kinks.

Gladio gets his kinks indulged by the other three while camping and in heat.

When a routine hunt goes wrong, Gladio finds himself only half the man he used to be. But Prompto doesn't seem to mind. He knows all about how to handle this kind of situation. (Or, Prompto watches too much hentai and never lets an opportunity go to waste)

When the Yiling River rages out of control, the townsfolk decide that a living human sacrifice is needed to appease the dragon that dwells in the river, and Lan Zhan bows to his fate.

Very occasionally, the captain of a hockey team goes into heat and needs to be lovingly gangbanged by his team to knock him up with as many babies as possible. This year it's Sid's turn.

This all felt so familiar to Justin. Inspired by it wrecks who it pleases by addandsubtract.

Zach has always had a sweet tooth, and Dylan has always been willing to abide.

The NHL draft entry class of 2006 are the new best and brightest, and they have to do what the best and brightest have always done: go to an isolated swamp in the Canadian wilderness, let the hockey gods have their way with them, and incubate the next generation of gods in their bellies.

After scoring his first game winner, Tyler takes care of all the Bruins, and by take care we mean blow jobs. Afterwards, Marchy takes care of him and his poor come-swollen belly.

Jason moves his limp cock out of the way before spreading his lips wide with two fingers. His hole flutters, and off-white come drips down his perineum. "Whoops," he deadpans. "Looks like I've been naughty, Daddy." Bruce hums. He rolls back his sleeves before stepping forward. "Who did this to you, baby?" Jason's grin is positively feral when he answers: "Dick."

Tim overhears a little tidbit of information about Jason that makes him wonder what it would be like to take him to bed. It doesn't take much to convince Jason to let him find out.

Kirishima hates his luck. Not only is he a stupid Alpha, but his longtime crush is also an Alpha, (Except he's knot) AND he's the only guy in the world that has his ...problem. The fic where Kirishima has two knots but Bakugou is up to the challenge.

Tentatively, Suguru swipes his fingers through the slickness on his inner thighs. It’s thick - definitely too thick to be piss - and slightly tacky, sticking to his fingers when he pulls them apart. Inching his fingertips up, he follows the trail of wetness. His fingers graze just below his balls, meeting with a slit that definitely wasn’t there this morning... Pressing his fingers to the slit, he spreads them, revealing a tight, twitching hole and a little pink nub just below the apex of his new folds. A pussy… he has a pussy… Suguru ingests a curse that has some interesting side effects.