open to: m/t/intersex bottom omegas
plot: alpha senses their omega in heat and decides to breed them in an effort to get the family he’s always wanted (side plot: maybe doing so a little forcefully/one sidedly)
he knew the smell anywhere-- that sweet scent of honey and sex. lincoln had been patient, caring, understanding the toll that breeding came with, but god how long had it been since he’d been able to even try? weeks? months? fucking ‘til he was about to cum and pulling out at the last second was an alpha’s shame. so there he sat, leaning back on the couch with a nod to the omega in the room. “you’re in heat.” it was candid, gruff but simple. “come here,” he continued, patting his lap, “we gotta’ take care of that before you’re dripping all over the floor.”