Clint is an omega who isn't interested in mating. Ever. That doesn't mean he wouldn't like a romantic partner, though. Unfortunately, he's never found anyone who was okay with the whole lack of interest thing... but there might be hope yet.

Sequel to '48hr Love Song.' In 48 hours things changed forever. Now Tenya finds himself on the road to an exciting future . . . if he can get past the maze of family politics threatening to trip him up. Things aren't easy when you carry a legacy like his, and your loves both have shadowed pasts choked with secrets. As for Ochako, she suddenly finds the road she's been on is actually a dead end. Lost and unsure of herself, she has to find a new direction to move in. Edit: Please notice updated tags

Kirishima might not be first in the class but he's way smarter than to take Bakugou at his word about exactly what he's ready for during his next heat.

Obviously this was all the fault of Katsuki's perv classmate and his aerosolized heat trigger. Once Katsuki gets his life back under control, everyone will forget all about this moment of weakness. Nothing will change. He won't let it change. After all, he's going to be the number one hero one day. Just because omegas never go pro, that doesn't mean it isn't possible, right? ...right?

“Simon,” Raphael gasps out, and Simon’s dark eyes track his every movement, flicking down to his fingers and dragging back up Raphael’s body slowly, leaving a trail of liquid fire in their wake, “You have to help me, Simon, please – “ “Anything.” Simon says quickly, his voice cracking, and Raphael can feel Simon’s arousal, the scent thick as it curls possessively around Raphael, “Anything you need.”

Kirishima tries to help Bakugou out during his first heat, and things get complicated.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is born an Omega in a world that expects nothing from his dynamic except submission. Tsuna is many things – hopeless klutz, booksmart-deficient, heir to a bloodline some people would like to keep secret – but, as it turns out, ‘submissive’ is not one of them.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is born an Omega in a world that expects nothing from his dynamic except submission. Tsuna is many things – hopeless klutz, booksmart-deficient, heir to a bloodline some people would like to keep secret – but, as it turns out, ‘submissive’ is not one of them.

Stannis Baratheon flowers as an omega after the end of Storm End's siege, what will it mean for Westeros?

If it's a choice between bonding and hockey, Zhenya is going to choose hockey every time.

“Guys?” Tom asks, yawning, as he pokes his head into the den. “Whoa! Whoa, okay,” he says. “I—” Andre laughs, loud, easy, so Tom doesn’t think he needs to run. “Stay,” he says, giving a lazy wave to the couch.

A viral pandemic takes the world by storm, transforming the infected with new anatomy and instincts and forcing Sid and Ovi together -- even though Sid's in love with and committed to Geno. Needless to say, it gets complicated.

Jack Drake catches his son sneaking in through the window, and jumps to the wrong conclusion.

Meonji

"I appreciate the offer, but I'm not much of a hunter when I'm not fighting crime," Dick replies with a rueful grin. "Hunter?" Tim tilts his head to the side with a frown. "Right. I guess I should have specified since we’re both Os." His lips curl back to show his fangs. "I don't want you to chase me, Wing. I want to chase you."

When Jason leaves the League, Dick Grayson is the furthest thing from his mind. He has Talia’s blessing and a step-by-step plan to make Bruce pay as well as to rid his city of the Joker. There’s no place in his thoughts for quippy acrobats, not when his every waking hour is tinted green with dreams of revenge. He doesn’t think that anything can possibly break through his single-minded focus… Then he catches footage of Nightwing fighting thugs on the streets of Blüdhaven with none of his usual grace. Fuck, but he can’t leave Dick behind to fend for himself. Not when he can’t be sure that Dick will survive long enough to still be around by the time Jason is done dealing with Bruce.

Darcy thinks maybe her new intern is a slut. Like–a big one. Big ol’ slut. Both metaphorically and literally, since he's 6’3” of Kansas beefcake and maybe the literal only human being alive who has a build remotely comparable to Thor's. So like, a billion steroids or secretly an alien, Darcy’s assuming.