nsfw-sin:

hhgggx:

listen i desperately need omega reaper in heat just like…shadow stepping his way around the overwatch base so he can sneak into jack’s room and steal some of his clothes for later. he’s not desperate enough to hang around for the man himself, but he takes the clothes back to his hideout and sniffs them while fucking himself with some unsatisfying knotting dildo. eventually the smell wears off and reaper returns the clothes unseen, though they’re mysteriously drenched with an almost obscene amount of pheromones.

would you PLEASE stop tempting me?

the best part of this is how jack’s room went from being only faintly smelling of alpha musk to very suddenly smelling like an atomic sex bomb of needy omega. the cloud of hormones seeps out from the cracks in the doors and slowly reaches every corner of the base, and everyone is confused and worried and a little interested, but once they find out that it’s coming from jack’s room they have to all stand aside and have an impromptu meeting about what the hell that could mean.

imo itd be even better if jack recognized the musk. maybe he can’t quite place it, though. he walks into base thinking someone forgot to take their suppressants, sees everyone inside looking at him funny, wants to ask them if there’s something on his face but. the smell is kinda familiar, tickles his nose a certain way, makes his hand wander to his inseam. when he gets to his room and opens the door, he’s hit with a veritable wall of it-then he doesn’t care to play “guess who?”, he just has to get his dick in something before it–oops, there goes his knot, and he didn’t even get his onahole out yet 😦