I’ve seen the headcanon that omegas are naturally warm and alphas like to spoon and cuddle them for warmth because they’re naturally cold, and I’ve also seen vice versa where it’s the omega that runs cold and the alpha runs hot. Do you have one that you prefer/ headcanon?
I think both can have strong arguments behind them but if I had to choose I'd go with Alphas hot and Omegas cold.
Alphas give warmth which in a way is a form to provide for a mate. And heat is so important and note worthy exactly because Omegas don't experience hot body temperatures normally.
After success as a screenwriter with The Empire Strikes Back (1980) and Raiders of the Lost Ark (release in June 1981), 33-year-old Lawrence Kasdan made his directorial debut with Body Heat, released in the US on 28 August 1981.
With a plot borrowed from Double Indemnity (1944), the film was 27-year-old Kathleen Turner’s big screen debut (she had appeared on 86 episodes the soap opera, The Doctors), William Hurt’s 3rd feature film, and 28-year-old Mickey Rourke’s breakthrough role in a small, supporting part.
The movie was both praised and criticized for its reliance on 1940s film noir, but Body Heat was a success at the box office, and helped launch the careers of its cast.
For the @naruto-smut-monday January prompt: Snowed In/Body Heat, I started off this event writing a little self-indulgent ANBU KakaRin. Looking forward to posting through the rest of the months!
Month 1: Snowed In/Body Heat
Pairing: Kakashi/Rin (KakaRin)
Warnings: No archive warnings apply
Summary: With their ANBU mission halted due to unexpected weather, Kakashi and Rin find a way to keep each other warm while weathering the storm in a cold, dark hideout.
Kakashi turned into Rin’s embrace to see the glow of firelight reflected in her brown eyes. He heard the crack of a log echo through the cave as the fire blazed and roared at his back. Their carefully concealed tent was once again visible behind Rin. Kakashi licked his lips and tasted cotton as he decided now that they were comfortable and had nothing else to pass the time, he wanted a taste of something else.
Soft thoughts... was thinking abt fives the other day when i realized clone accelerated aging —> high metabolism —> high body temp —> ideal cuddle partner when you’re sleepy
The first thing that alerts you to an intruder in your room is the bed sinking as they crawl over to you. You’re not worried, though. Only one other person knows the access code to enter, and as you feel a soft kiss pressed against your forehead, you know for certain that it’s Fives.
“Did I wake you?” He murmurs softly as he lays down beside you. You tiredly reach out for him, and as your fingers brush his chest, you feel that he’s taken the top half of his blacks off. You press your palms flat against his chest, your fingers curling contentedly as his right arm wraps around you waist and pulls you flush against him.
“No, ‘m still ‘sleep,” you mumble in return, sighing happily as you feel your muscles relax as Fives’ heightened body heat envelop you.
He chuckles quietly. “If you say so. Can you lift your head a bit?” You follow his request, thanking him sleepily as he tucks his curled right arm under you, replacing your pillow. That’s alright. He’s much more comfortable— and much warmer.
“Love you, Fives,” you tell him, peeking one eye open just in time to catch his enamored smile.
“Go to sleep, cyare. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Fragment of a short fic in French (still WIP)
Beta read and English nitpicked by my lovely friend @hackdrawer HEART
It was the first time that he looked at another’s body so closely, close enough that he could distinguish the nearly invisible hair growing on the other’s skin.
He stroked a smooth shoulder, the skin bearing no distinction between its colours – bronze, ebony and chalk white turning in a blue monochrome by nightlight. He admired the outlines of the patches, some as irregular as the coasts of an island on a maritime map; others as sharp as a knife cut.
Bathing in the odour of another individual was his favourite part of the experience. He didn’t expect it to fill his lungs, and chase away his want of tobacco. His nose was now familiar with dissecting the salty sweet, acrid musk mix emanating from the other’s skin, which was made warm by their combined body heat.
He leaned in closer to the armpit, where thin, black hair grew. He sniffed – there, the odour was more pungent, even after showering. He furrowed his nose, not because the odour was unpleasant, but because it made him salivate.
This pheromone thing was serious business.
“Are you actually smelling my armpits?” asked Trafalgar Law in a low, amused voice.
So involved by his sensory exploration, Sanji nearly jumped. He had been lost in the topography of the body of the man against whom he laid, so much that he had forgotten that Law was still awake.
It was a few days since the ninja-mink-pirate alliance had defeated the two emperors, and freed the island of Wa from Kaido’s tyranny. The three days long party had been expanded by the re-establishing of the Kozuki family as ruler of the country. Sanji cooked in the daytime, and laughed and danced at night. Law had come to him on the first evening, where Sanji had been smoking a cigarette away from the festivities, to ask him to sleep with him.
Since then, Sanji was sharing the bed of the Heart’s captain.
“Your skin smells like pine honey and Sichuan pepper”, said Sanji. He raised his head toward Law’s. “And you stole my sandalwood shampoo.”
Law chuckled, not trying to deny it - his guest’s sense of smell was too refined. He couldn’t help but have taken a look in the toiletry bag that Sanji had brought with him on the first night, which still then had stayed in his bathroom, wondering about the properties of all those creams and soaps when he satisfied himself with a straightforward shampoo and soap combo without perfume. He had to admit that Sanji’s hand moisturiser did wonders for his dry skin. But a special cleanser for intimate areas? Really?
Thinking about it, he kept smiling, combing his fingers in the slightly wet hair of his bed partner. Sanji had fallen back in his previous state, entranced by the marbled chest in front of him. The tanned tattoo and depigmenting-adorned skin was now crisscrossed with scars, the last cruel gift of Doflamingo.