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remember-to-be-gentle · 4 months

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Inspired by this tumblr post by @hawnks

Subject: JJK, Satoru Gojo

Title: Hate Me Tomorrow (Omega!Gojo x GN Alpha!Reader)

Trigger Warning: Dub con, omega verse, scenting, size difference, biting/marking, obsessive/toxic behavior, self-hatred, knotting, knot riding, begging, heat/mating cycles, grinding

The sweet, musky scent of Gojo's cologne and sweat enveloped you. Even the giant stuffed beta fish you were snuggling had no scent but his. His pillow fort was surprisingly spacious, granted, Gojo was nearly twice your size so there was a lot of him to fit. But being in here with him was nearly suffocating, and not just because of the light whiffs of omega scent rolling off of him or because he'd practically ripped off your jacket to snuggle into.

He'd called you suddenly, saying that he needed to spend time with someone. It made sense. Geto just died and there were only so many people who were willing to pick up the phone for Gojo, and even fewer he'd actually call. Especially when it was a secret he was an omega, pretending to be an alpha and you were an alpha pretending to be a beta.

The two of you were decent friends, hanging out after teaching at Jujutsu Tech for a drink or a quick round of gossip. He was one of the few people who knew you were an alpha and he an omega, an unusual kinship formed but it was never anything more. More importantly, you knew about his relationship with Geto. You couldn't say no.

Which was why your thigh was snug against his, smartphone balanced on your knee, his favorite plushie shoved into your arms. His head on your shoulder breathes fast but not uneven. It seemed like he was trying not to cry. Poor guy. The winter fashion review didn't seem to be helping him calm down at all. Nor any work gossip. You wanted to stay and help, but it was getting late. If he really wanted to, he could just pin you down, sometimes that thought scared you.

Gojo curled onto his side, struggling closer to you, your jacket wrapped in his hands like a security blanket.

It felt wrong to leave, but you needed to take care of yourself, too. "Hey, bud, I need to get going. Are you going to be alright by yourself?"

Gojo buried his face in your neck, silent. He leaned his weight into you, just enough to make it clear he didn't want to be alone.

Fuck. "I'm sorry. I'll come first thing tomorrow. We'll call out from work and go to the city or--"

His teeth scraped your neck. Possessive, dominant. Alpha behavior. Before you knew what was happening, he was ripping off your scent suppressor, inhaling like he hadn't been breathing for hours. Alpha pheromones leaked from your skin, invading your nose. "Gojo?"

Your stomach turned as your instincts awakened, the need to comfort an omega struggling with your own needs for autonomy. Your fingers dug into the beta fish plushie, filled with his scent.

He reached for his own scent blocker and you suddenly realized what was going on. With his neck practically right under your nose, his omega scent was free. And not just that, he was going into heat. The pillow fort was a nest and this was a trap. Gojo was primed to breed and he was going to use you to fuck away his pain. "This isn't healthy, Gojo, listen to me!"

But his patch was already off and the omega scent of him in your lungs, filling you, lighting every nerve on fire. Your cock swelled under your clothes, reacting to his breedable scent with vigor.

Gently, Gojo took the plush and pushed you onto your back, yanking off his pants as his pale face filled with color. His bandages were already slipping, the iridescent shine of his six eyes laser-focused on the swelling at your crotch. He crawled on top of you, already tugging off his shirt. "Just for today, please." He panted, his thin but muscular chest heaving as if just sitting here breathing was a near-impossible task.

His weight lowered onto your cock and you gasped, feeling his wetness through your clothes. His heat was so pleasant, feverish but warm, empty, and yearning. Blood pulsed lower and you gulped.

Slowly, Gojo rocked back and forth, moaning loudly each time your shaft met his clit. His back arched, nipples swollen and pink, and standing at attention. "Please," he begged. "Just me just for tonight. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please, ah, Y/N. Please, I wanna cum. Let me have it inside me."

It was getting harder and harder to think straight. He felt so good, the need to fill him up, let him fuck himself stupid on your cock growing. It would be better if you let him, a voice whispered. Another said, it's what you were made for. Just let him.

"Gojo," you gasped. You reached for him, tried to make him stop so you could think, but his fingers intertwined with yours and he was moving faster now, his breathy moans coming faster. His skin was so soft and warm, filling you with his heat until you thought you might burst. Blood pulsed in your cock, his pussy was sucking at you through your clothing. He wanted you so badly. You wanted... What did you want to do again? You had to leave but why?

"Y/N, I'm cumming." His hips rocked faster, tummy rolling with downy white hair covered in sparkling slick. "I'm cumming on your alpha cock." He let go of your hands to lay across your stomach, his head buried in your neck to take in your scent, his own making your head spin as pleasure threatened to burst out of your cock. His teeth met your skin, nibbling and biting gently then hard enough to bruise until he let out a long, throaty groan as he came.

Instantly, your clothes were soaked, his hot slick smothered on your member. If you weren't fully erect before, you were now.

Still panting, Gojo lifted himself up just enough to tug your cock free from your clothing. He didn't wait, spreading his pussy with his fingers as he sank down on your tip. Slick gushed down your shaft as he cried out, swallowing your swollen head into his heat. You bit back a groan, fingers digging into the blankets making up the fort.

"You feel so big," Gojo moaned. "So good. I've only done this with Geto, so I'm going to have to start slow." He sank a little further, impossibly tight and hot and wet. "Feels so good," he huffed, rolling his hips and finally, sinking all the way down your shaft.

Your knot throbbed, seeming to sense that an omega was speared on your length.

Gojo humped himself on your cock, needy moans slipping from his mouth each time his hips met yours. "Feels so good, Y/N. I've only felt Geto like this before."

Before you could respond he pulled back to his full height, six eyes glowing in the warm darkness of the pillow fort. He spread his lower lips as he lifted himself up, clear slick drooling from his hole. His pretty, pink, clit a shining pearl at the apex of his thighs. "You did this to me. Look how wet you made me." Slowly, Gojo slid back down, pushing the head of your cock against his cervix. Again, he kept himself exposed and rose up, only to slurp your length right back down to the knot, aiming this time higher, into something spongy and mouth-wateringly soft.

"G-Gojo, I know you miss him but you can't--"

He raised himself up and dropped down, knocking a groan from you both. "I think about him a lot," Gojo panted. "About how empty he left me. In my soul. In my body. So please, let me fix one of those. Just for now. It's okay if you hate me, but I need you now more than I've needed anyone."

Gojo whined, flushed and excited. "Right there." He slammed back down on you with a stomach-churning squelch right into that soft sweet spot. "So good." He was riding you now, using you like a dildo to get himself off, his delicate fingers rolling his clit in circles. You couldn't take your eyes off him. "I want you to cum inside me, okay? Fill me up with your seed. Help me feel less empty."

Pleasure gathered deep inside you, begging to come out as your knot swelled. Shit. You shouldn't. He was your coworker, your friend. But omegas needed alpha seed, he needed reprieve from his heat and you were the only one he could call--because the person he really wanted was dead.

That thought shattered your high, grounding you back in the moment. "Gojo, I know you're still mourning Geto, but this isn't healthy for you."

Gojo settled on your stomach, chest heaving. His hands snuck under your shirt, impossibly soft and warm in your skin. Your cock twitched inside him, wanting him to squeeze and milk you dry but that wasn't what a good friend would let him do.

"I killed him, you know." His hands curled into fists by your hips. "He left me after taking my virginity and when he came back, I killed him on Christmas Eve because he didn't give me another choice. I'm awful, aren't I? Shoko hates me. She won't say it but I know she does. I hate me, too." The blue of his eyes shone as tears gathered, threatening to fall down his red flushed cheeks.

"Shoko doesn't hate you." You said soothingly. You sat up, so much smaller than him, and ran your hands through his hair. "It was an impossible situation, we all think you did the right thing. We--"

He didn't let you finish your thought. Gojo grabbed you by your shirt and slammed his mouth onto yours, his tongue filling you as if he could make you swallow every hateful thing he'd ever thought about himself. "If you don't hate me," he breathed against your lips, his spit wet and warm as it dribbled down your chin, "then cum inside me." He rolled his hips, reigniting the electric pleasure in your core. "Please. You can hate me tomorrow, but right now, I can't let you go."

The pulsing softness of his pussy contracted, squeezing you so tightly you thought you might burst. You gasped for breath when Gojo released you and then did it again. You wanted to move. You wanted to stop. You wanted...

Gojo pulled down the front of your shirt, rolling his hips roughly, chasing his end against your cock. He bit your chest, hard enough to bruise, marking you like an alpha. And that was enough to come undone.

You exploded inside of him, eyes rolling back as your core emptied against his sweet spot. Your hips rolled up into his and you shivered as you felt your knot pop into his pussy, slick sliding down your thighs and onto the blankets.

You struggled to breathe as Gojo laid himself on top of you, breathing fast. He rocked his hips against your knot, already trying to drag another orgasm out of himself. His arms slid under your back, pulling your chest to his. "You're all I have now, Y/N," he whispered, "so please, don't leave.”

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fearyandear · 9 months

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Taking Over (Pet! Gyutaro x Reader)

(Continuing @phantasmiafxndom 's Pet Au with Gyutaro)

OK so, Gyutaro lovers, please read the fic I am linking in case you haven't yet, because what I'm writing is just an add-on to it.

And then if you want you can also read this NSFW one as well 👉 👈

Now for my version of building off of that:

You picked him up from the streets after life made it clear how unwanted he is. Of course he thinks hes disgusting and not worth your kindness let alone even your fucking gaze. His anxiety flares up so badly around you that he hurts himself and scratches at his skin so hard it makes you squirm. When you touch him to get him to stop and when you tell him you hate seeing him bleed, he cries. He can't believe it and goes to hide in a corner and sulk.

Yet with time, patience and more and more coddling- (oh god you're ACTUALLY SPOILING him so much???) he slowly learns to let go of the habit. He is so guilty. He knows- he knows he knows he knows hes a shitty person for allowing you, for taking everything you're giving, for not leaving even though you gave him permission to whenever he felt like it.

You shouldn't be stuck with him, no one deserves to be stuck with him, but he cant help it, he really really can't, when it's YOUR fault that he's growing greedy. That he's becoming more dependent on you. YOUR FAULT.

At least, hat's what he keeps telling himself as he lets his guard down. When he hugs you after waiting for you by the door all day, when he buries his face in your chest and sighs, staying like that as you work, when you go to bed and he lays beside you, unable to sleep until you do because he's so mesmerized.

He loves you he loves you he loves you so much. He can't get enough of the feeling; it's a strong and dangerous addiction now that makes it HURT so much WORSE when after all that growth and bliss, letting himself get comfortable, you come back one day, smelling strongly like another demon.

His deep-rooted paranoia over being let go, over you realizing one day how terrible he really is, getting sick of him and dumping him back out resurfaces in the blink of an eye. He's back to crying and fretting and tearing his skin, grabbing your arms, asking you what happened and why, ready to beg you not to let him go, that he'll do ANYTHING. And even if you reassure him now, and later, and forever, he can't let your words actually get through anymore. It's not enough. It stays with him for the rest of the month.

He's extra clingy. Pushing the boundaries on what he can and can't do. Whining when you raise your voice or try to tell him he can't do something. Guilt tripping you. He doesn't care that he's risking his stay at your house by being this forceful. You promised to be HIS owner. His. HishishisHIS- and that means having to deal with some of these 'annoyances.'

Like every morning now, he won't let you go to work until rubs his scent all over you, repeating the process when you come back home. He will start a 'game' where he will hide your things and not give them back until he's had enough fun with you pleading him. But, worst of all, if you try to sit or lay and relax anywhere, like the couch, floor or bed, he will hold you hostage by keeping you pinned under him demanding that you tell him that he's yours. Telling you that no other demon will be abke to take you away. Thinking of these as (subtle threats) reminders for you not to go looking for one to. After the third time this happens, you get annoyed that he distrusts you this much.

"Yeah, you're mine. And I'm yours. Of course, I'm not getting any other demon. You're my only precious pet and I'm your one and only owner."

You said it. You're HIS.

Just like he always hoped you would. You confirmed it, you confirmed it so you're confirming all his other delusions too.

That you love each other and that means he can push you as much as he wants, right? Because you said so- because you don't mind, because you haven't gotten mad at him! You're so nice, you won't mind hin showing you the depths of his depraved fantasies, right? That he wants more than what you're offering... You won't run away, no, you've been so GOOD to him. You can stand his selfishness.... fuck.

He's planning on it.

Lord fucking help you when his heat kicks back in after that. No more of the mewling demon that was ashamed of it, you wake up to him already on top of you, rutting against you and kissing your neck, telling you he's sorry but- 'It's so painful... he couldn't wait... please, before you go to work?' But one handjob isn't enough anymore, uugh he came too fast- and he's still SO HARD. Come oon~ he wants you again, please please, before you go- let him.... just... touch you in return? Again and again, you have tondrag yourself to the door, struggling to finally get out because he's behind you, whining and thrusting behind you, against your thighs, groaning in your ear and groping at you. You're going to be late, you know you are but you're completely glued to where you are and the worst of it is how he cums on your leg and has the nerve to slump on your back and whine and tell you how much he loves you and how much hes going to miss you while youre gone. His hands start moving more down, to a part of you that hadn't received attention yet and you finally unfreeze and open the door to get out in a rush.

You finally get on your car, horny, with splotches on your work clothes now and the lingering feeling of his hands on you. You're stuck thinking about what he's probably doing while you're at your work, burning as you realize the mess that you'll deal with when you get back home. This heat is going to be tougher. Just how far are you willing to put out this time? Will it even matter?

He's always going to want more.

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flesh7ot · 2 months

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angrelysimpping · 2 years

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Abo alpha Bailey reacting to PC presenting late as an omega. His omega.

(DoL relationships; omegaverse; knotting; dubcon)

Bailey shouldn't be at the orphanage this late. He was, though, eyes aching as he reads the same line of numbers for the umpteenth time. Bailey was good with numbers, always had been, but whatever he was looking at was all kinds of fucked.

Fuck, he needs some coffee. It might help. The smell alone would perk him up, at least.

Bailey slips from his office wearing an old pair of grey sweatpants. It's late on a hot summer night. No one is awake, so what does he care?

The kitchen is empty, thankfully. The last thing he wants to deal with right now is a brat creeping around.

Bailey's peace is short-lived, the front door of the orphanage flying open.

The overwhelming scent of omega in heat catches him off guard. Only fools wouldn't be on suppressants in this fucked town, yet here one is, barging into Bailey’s orphanage. The smell is so powerful that it takes him a moment to catch the second scent, that of an enraged alpha.

Bailey's at the front door in a flash.

"Please," the omega whimpers, trying to fight off the alpha. "I d-didn't know, Avery, please!"

Bailey is used to kicking perverts out of the orphanage. Even with the scent of the omega making him dizzy, he’s still able to force the other alpha out of the door with a well-aimed kick to the head.

Bailey grabs blindly at the omega, not even that interested in if it's one of his brats or not. They can pay him back for his protection later. Bailey hauls them up to their feet, intent on shoving them in an isolation room he has set up for shit like this. It's only then that he recognizes the omega.

It's you. You. He'd thought you were a beta, but apparently not. No. Bailey's life couldn't be that simple. You're an omega. A late bloomer. Going into heat.

And it's doing something to him. More than the usual he has to suffer through when a stupid omega forgets to take their suppressants and goes into heat in public.

A slight tingling travels up from where his hand wraps around your arm. A strange, warm sensation that grows more intense, spreading rapidly across his shoulders and down his body until settling heavily in his groin.

You whine, shivering and attempting to curl in on yourself as Bailey stares at you. When he doesn't let you go, doesn't let you crumple back to the ground, you lean into him, shaking against his chest.

Mate.

The word comes to his mind unbidden. Mate. His mate.

Fuck.

Bailey stills, your labored breaths filling the dimly lit hallway as his options flit through his mind. The moment seems to stretch into eternity but, in reality, it only lasts a fraction of a second. Despite his own strong will, there really is only one option that will quell the fire you've set under his skin.

He scoops you up, cradling you against his chest with something that could be mistaken for tenderness as he carries you to his room. That illusion doesn't last long as he tosses you on his bed, pausing to lock the door behind him. He's pretty sure if anyone tried to interrupt what he was about to do, he'd rip their throat out.

"Hurts," you whimper, pressing your thighs together while curling in on yourself.

You look so…small. He should get you something. Blankets. Pillows. Soft, warm things to keep you safe. But he doesn't. Bailey shoves all those thoughts from his mind, joining you on the bed.

You don't fight him, not like you had fought the other alpha. Eyes glazed and unfocused, you couldn't focus on your caretaker ripping off the remains of your clothing even if you wanted to. But you don't try to stop Bailey, either, groaning as he forces your trembling thighs apart and slots himself between them.

Sweet slick coats the inside of your thighs, starting to dampen his sheets. It's infuriating how good you smell, how that alone makes his cock twitch in the confines of his sweats. His whole room is going to smell like you for ages at this rate; but Bailey can't help reaching between your legs, sliding a calloused finger into you, and coaxing out more.

The tiny whine you let out goes straight to his dick.

So warm, so good. Another finger joins the first easily, then a third. Your hand latches onto his arm, nails digging into his skin, but nothing else. You don’t try to push him away or pull him closer. You just whine, squeezing his arm harder as he starts pumping in and out of you quickly, curling his fingers, scissoring you open. Another whine leaves you as he withdraws.

He could still stop. He should stop. Bailey knows this. Even as he slides his sweats down his hips, frees his cock and presses against your entrance, he could stop. As hazy as his mind is, he could pull back, end this. It would be better, in the long run. If he does this, he can't go back. He wouldn’t be able to. You're his, and he won't be able to keep himself from you. A weakness. An annoying thorn in his side, something anyone could take advantage of.

"A-alpha,” you groan. Your voice is breathless, full of need. It sends another wave of heat through him.

But he could stop. He could.

You press against him, enveloping the head of his cock. Bailey's breath hitches as you continue to squirm, to take more of him. Your legs wrap around him, squeezing his hips as you try to get even closer.

"Bailey. Please. H-hurts."

He can’t stop.

Maybe it's the pheromones filling the air, making it increasingly difficult to hold onto rational thought. Maybe it's the voice in the back of his head that keeps urging him on, demanding he claims a tiny piece for himself in this hell town.

Maybe it's the way you say his name. The way you aren't completely blinded by your heat, that you know it's him and you pull him closer still.

Pinning down your hips to keep you from moving, Bailey snaps forward, sheathing himself fully in one stroke.

The moan pulled from you rings in Bailey's ears and is more than loud enough to cover the small fuck that escapes him. You try to rock against him, but he keeps you pinned as he starts pounding into you. All you can do is grab onto his shoulders, disjointed sounds spilling from you. Small gasps and half-formed pleads for more.

If this was any other situation, any other person, Bailey would snarl for you to shut up. Would cover your mouth, choke you. Maybe even go slower, deliberately make his thrusts more shallow. But it's not any other situation. He can't help but oblige you, acting on pure instinct. Any thought beyond knotting you, making you cum on his cock, wiped clean from his brain.

Besides, he wants more too. Needs more. Needs to get as deep inside you as possible, to keep feeling the delicious friction of you wrapped around his cock. All of it. All of you.

He's not going to last much longer, the knot at the base of his cock already starting to swell, catching on your hole with each outward stroke. You're in the same boat as him, if the way your insides twitching around him like crazy is any indication.

Your hands slide from his shoulders, tracing over well-muscled arms. You pause occasionally when your fingers brush across a scar, but you never linger for long. Finally, your hands come to rest over his, on your hips, squeezing.

Bailey leans over you, his chest pressed to yours as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, muffling a small groan as he mouths at your scent gland. You gasp as his knot starts to press against your hole, too swollen to fit, grip on his hands tightening as he forces it inside one last time before he's stuck.

He continues to grind against you, tell-tale tightening in his balls signaling his fast-approaching end. Pressing his mouth to your scent gland, there's a moment of hesitation. It takes all his remaining willpower, mind sluggish as it tries to work, but he doesn't mark you. He doesn't have to. He doesn't have to claim you, tie you to him. He wants to. More than anything. Even though he knows you'll both regret it, his teeth burn with the desire to sink into you. But he could still salvage this. Could fuck you through your heat and be done with you. Make sure you're on suppressants and he'll never have to deal with this again. That's what he should do.

You groan, hands squeezing his, legs locked around his waist and rocking against him as best you can. Taking a shuddering breath, you press your face into his shoulder.

Bailey bites down.

"Bailey."

His name comes out of your mouth on a pleasure-filled sigh, breath warming his already burning skin.

A half-strangled scream rips from your throat as your orgasm hits you, hard and sudden. Bailey almost chokes as you tighten around him, groan rumbling deep in his throat as he starts to shoot his load deep inside you.

He keeps grinding away, sweet copper tang filling his mouth as he stays latched to your throat. He could keep going. Keep grinding away in you, keep spilling inside you, over and over. Fuck, he could die happy like that, he thinks. Just keeping you pinned under him and stretched around his knot, nipping at your scent gland to keep you nice and pliant. Never let you leave the orphanage, his office, fuck, his bed.

As quick as those thoughts form, they drift away, settling in the back of his mind for a rainy day. Your pheromones wain and Bailey can think clearly again.

You let out a relieved sigh, going limp as Bailey finally stops moving. He’s still pressed against you, his knot keeping him from pulling away. He doesn't want to pull away. Not really. When he does, you’ll look at him in disgust and horror. You’ll probably yell and scream and try to hit him. Fuck the fact that you must know you’re his, must feel it the same way, smell it on his skin. He’s the boogeyman to most of the orphans. Protector one day, the creature they needed protecting from the next. He can’t take that. Can’t have you crying or screaming, disgusted with yourself, with him. Not right now.

If he just stays like this, maybe you won't get the chance to do anything before the next wave of your heat flares up.

Ah, Bailey has never been that lucky. You’re moving again. He expects the hands on his shoulders, expects you to start pushing him away. You don’t.

You drape your arms over his shoulders, attempting to pull him closer, as if you want him to lay on you. It’s tempting, he’s tired as it is. He never did get that cup of coffee.

Bailey can’t suppress a shudder as you start toying with his hair. “H-hey.” Your voice is quiet, rough. It’s tempting to pretend he didn’t hear you. He can’t though, not when you tuck your face into his neck and press a kiss to the scent gland there.

He jerks back, “The fuck do you think-”

It’s probably just the lingering effects of your heat, or him marking you, or something like that that explains the warmth that swells in his chest as he drifts to sleep.

You pull him back down, surprisingly strong, and press your mouth to his. It’s a quick kiss, one that doesn’t give Bailey any time to respond before you end it. You shift on the bed, making yourself comfortable. Bailey ends up on his side, your back pressed to his chest.

He not spooning you. No. That would be silly. He’s just, making himself comfortable, too. He’s stuck like this, so he might as well, right?

#bailey the caretaker #tw omegaverse #cw omegaverse #tw knotting #cw knotting #tw heat #cw heat #tw dubcon #cw dubcon

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suyacho · 2 years

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4? for the kinktober wip ask game?

thankyou! cw for bunny hybrids & heats just to be sure :)

bunny souya with his bunny gf, he’s a good bf but can’t help himself when he’s in heat, the slightest bit of touch is even too much so cuddling ends up being something else :)

#snow does ask games❄️#tw hybrids #tw heat

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spillthemerlot · 4 months

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Heat

When Silver finds himself in heat that day while he's walking down the street, he panics. He's too far away from home to rush there, and, searching around, there's no hotels nearby. Desperate and with no other options, he ends up rushing into an alleyway and collapsing there as heat overcomes him.

Silver hated the sensations of heat. From the actual heat to the physical desires that overcame him and, once it had started, Silver knew there was no stopping it. At least for now, Silver thinks, he's alone.

However, Silver's loud meowing ends up attracting a figure to his spot, Silver jumping up on a piece of fire escape on one of the buildings to get a better vantage point when he hears the footsteps.

The anthro cat appears frightened and, on top of that, beyond bothered, studying the approaching figure from above his perch.

Please read my rules before interacting.

#open starter #smut starter #starter🍷#smut roleplay #tw in heat #tw heat

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dykefaggotry · 4 months

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that one poll about if you'd be friends w someone who cheated and the comments/tags were an all out blood bath got me thinking so

#infidelity tw #cheating tw #I'm curious bc a lot of ppl on that poll were Very very heated one way or the other #and I'm wondering how that applies to fiction #I myself don't seek it out but I don't mind it and sometimes it can be compelling in a story #it adds some Flavor and it's not like these characters are real yk?#but I get the feeling some people avoid it in a way they might avoid like. dead dove shit

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lazylittledragon · 8 months

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i hate you fad diets i hate you skinny teas i hate you detoxes i hate you meal replacements i hate you ‘carb-free’ i hate you fasting i hate you body checks i hate you stupid fucking internet repackaging the habits that ruined my life over and over and over again

#ramble #tw ed #if i see another ad for an overpriced meal replacement powder/drink subscription box i will break a window #the amount of shit i see that’s just eating disorders with extra steps makes me insane #there are no bad foods you moron just eat the bread you’re going to die one day #ok to reblog i’m just Heated

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sofiaruelle · 3 months

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Another commission for the lovely, @flowerandthesongstress of Sam, Sebastian and Abigail enjoying the afternoon sun.

The companion piece.

my commissions are Open!

#commissions #commission #stardew valley #stardew valley sam #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley abigail #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv abigail #stardew valley ass gang #sdv ass gang #a lil companion piece to the previous one; a heated night of wandering limbs #while this one is a more chill afternoon of just enjoying each others company #dont worry they pick up after themselves up #no empty cans/cigarette butts left behind #tw: smoking

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angrelysimpping · 2 years

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Imagine if hybrid!PC is traumatized by Bailey but when their heat hit, they can follow Bailey's scent too, they need to fight against this instinct because if they don't and present themself to Bailey and have him use them trauma can be raise

oh, and how sharp of a spike in trauma it would be.

fighting against yourself until you're standing in the door to Bailey's office, shuddering as he snaps at you, asking what the hell you want. then you're face down, ass up, trying to seduce Bailey in such a crude fashion that you wish you could just sink through the floor. and you're ready for the rejection, for him to shoot you down in your most vulnerable moment. instead, you find yourself getting fucked dumb on the floor of his office, cheek and palms and knees rubbed raw against the floor by the time he's finally satisfied. you're so fucked out, you don't even understand the filth he growls in your ear about how this is what you're meant for.

#mumbling n muttering #tw hybrids #cw hybrids #tw heat #cw heat #bailey the caretaker

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filmgifs · 4 months

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Heat (1995)

#heat #heat 1995 #val kilmer #filmedit #moviegifs #fyeahmovies #userfilm #throwbackblr #userstream #cinemapix #cinematv #gif #1990s #action #drama #by userlosthaven #flashing gif tw

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zanephillips · 1 year

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Iván Amozurrutia in Donde Hubo Fuego (High Heat) 1x07

#iván amozurrutia #ivan amozurrutia #donde hubo fuego #high heat #highheatedit #dhfedit #actor #men #tvedit #netflix #netflixedit #flashing gif tw #serie #gifs #mine #*

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captainhysunstuff · 18 days

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22 more images (with some saucy shenanigans and immature "seduction" tactics towards the end) below the cut:

Ryuk makes his grand return and is brought up to speed with Light and L's immoral union. The date seems pretty successful~.

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#drawn by me #my fanart #my fancomic #Death Note #The Chain #lawlight #Light Yagami #L #Ryuk #smooch #saucy shenanigans #suggestive dialogue #Ryuk third-wheeling~#L meets Light's quirky-deadly roommate #henh not much to say about this one. basically a continuation of the previous entry despite the absurd update gap.#I've lost the ability to keep anything brief anymore~#L seems a bit out of character with his willingness to go with the plan huh? And don't you think he'd have gotten used to Light's teasing b #now? Maybe it hits a little different knowing for a fact that it's coming from Kira's mouth directed towards him of all people~#Also the picture where Ryuk is saying he'll scram when things get heated is probably my favorite drawing of him that I've done!#he was so intimidating to draw especially over and over in comic form. such a far cry from my usual human style #but like all things I gradually became more and more comfortable drawing him. I'm very happy about that! :)#I have a dumb idea/headcanon concerning the nerds' first copulation attempt~.#if I decide to include it here I will definitely try to age restrict it even though it won't necessarily be graphic.#don't wanna get in trouble lol #I have more trouble drawing spicy scenes than I do with shinigami subjects XD #tw: food issues #they both eat the sketchy 'apple' to prove they're not cowards... despite it not being the smartest idea in the world. >_>

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fangfic · 1 year

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Edit: to clarify all characters are adults.

Hmm imagine being like a werewolf from one side of the family but you only got like 1/4th werewolf in you so you don't have claws, you don't transform but ofcourse you get in fucking heat because apparently the gods hate you.

Your parents decide to send you to a werewolf camp in the hopes that you get in touch with your werewolf side some more but nothing works.

You're laughed at by your werewolf peers and when heat comes you become the breeding bitch. Everyone at the camp is in heat and takes turns fucking you with their big fat werewolf knots, even the councilers join in.

As cocks fill up all your holes continuously through the entire night you end up with a stomach full of werewolf cum, it's all inside of you and over you...

As you go home your parents ask you how you liked werewolf camp and as you struggle to hide your arrousal you beg them to send you again next time because you ' feel like you were almost there'

#nsft #tw monsterfucking #nsft post #nsft concept #nsft text #vampire aesthetic #werewolf kink #werewolf whumpee #werewolf smut #werewolf heat #bd/sm breeding

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merakiui · 6 months

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IDEA TIME‼️‼️

TWISTED WONDERLAND HAVING A OMEGA / ALPHA LIKE THING AND THEY TRY COURTING IN OMEGA / ALPHA LIKE WAYS BUT Y/N HAS LIKE NO CLUE WHATS GOING ON LIKE THE NAIVE CUTIE THEY ARE

Like alphas showing how they can provide for u and defend you to prove they are a worthy mate and trying to always be near by for when you go into heat so they can be the ones to ‘help’ you (why haven’t u gone into heat yet they just wanna show how much they love u maybe give you some kits too T^T)

and omegas making a nest out of clothes they stole from you so they can constantly be surrounded in your scent and taking any kindness u show as an attempt at courting them (oh your so sweet darling! Of course they’ll let you breed them!)

and u let them do their thing cuz u don’t know any better and it’s all fun and games until ur pinned against a wall by a annoyed alpha in his rut or locked in a room with a desperate omega in heat who won’t let u out until u relive them 💖 🐺

OOOOOO what if it's a world where betas are very uncommon, so when you don't exhibit any signs of being an alpha or an omega everyone's so confused. T_T they just want to mate with you so badly, but you're not showing any indication that you're even remotely interested in them. Some of them are so desperate to have you that they might just drug you with an aphrodisiac and pretend you're in heat or rut just to satisfy their own delusions. :)

Since you come from a world where this concept doesn't exist, everything's so new and strange for you. You have no idea why they keep wondering if you're a rare case of beta, but you agree nonchalantly because perhaps that'll get them to stop trying to court you? Mate with you? Perhaps those two are one and the same... ;;;;

Aphrodisiacs are one thing, sure, but when you're tech genius (and resident virgin loser) Idia Shroud you have both the power of anime (hentai) and science on your side. >:) it doesn't matter if you're a beta or not. He can fix you (literally) and make it so your body produces the sweetest pheromones anyone's ever smelled before, make you so sensitive and codependent that even the mere suggestion of your omega or alpha is enough to send you into your heat or rut, keep you so blissfully unaware on a cocktail of drugs while he works to make you his perfect, pretty Persephone. And then you'll finally know what it's like when slick is pooling between your thighs and you're so out of it that the last thing on your mind is to fight against the inevitable.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #tw: omegaverse #tw: abo #i missed talking about omegaverse hehe #i know idia is probably the most omega ever but please just picture him as an alpha for one moment OTL #styx idia is so alpha i hope my vision can be seen >_<#but also omega x omega dynamic where the two of you desperately fuck during your heats <3

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