#but it wasnt abo

[kruxton]

just remembered a hurt/comfort fic of a haikyuu rarepair i read like two three years ago and im. Crying again

[bunnyreaper]

kinktober 16 - scent

john price x reader

(18+/mdni, abo dynamics)

John's chest is your home. The one place you feel most safe in the world. You cuddle up into him, savouring the thick layer of fat that blankets his muscles and gives you the best space to cuddle. Strong arms wrap around you, keeping you warm and secure—and his scent, his perfect scent surrounds you completely. 

You've never smelt anyone like your Alpha—you knew he was the one for you when you latched onto his scent, smelling it more richly than anything you've sensed in life before. Smokey, woody, rich and deep. 

And now he wants to deprive you of it, as he tries to peel himself away from you to leave the bed. 

"Alpha..." You whine needily,  snuggling into his neck and savouring his scent while you still can—hoping you can somehow convince him to stay. "Don't go." 

"I have to, love. Got a meeting soon." His voice rumbles through you, warm and soothing, even if you hate the words he speaks. 

You tighten your arms and legs around him, clinging tight. If he really wanted to get up, he could, even with you clinging, but he doesn't just yet. "Please, just a little longer." 

He huffs, fond amusement as his hand strokes through your hair. "Okay, stay snuggled up, my sweet girl." 

You dive into his neck once more, tracing your nose across his scent gland, rubbing yourself into his thick beard and swapping your scents. "Fuck, you smell so good." Once more, your voice drops to a whimper—your natural submissive reaction completely unrestrained as you begin to grind into his thigh just ever so slightly. 

"Yeah?" His laugh is soft and sweet, but his voice drops a little lower as your arousal fuels his. "Can't get enough of your alpha's smell?" 

"Why do you have to go? Why do you have to leave this bed?" You grow more dramatic with your whining as you continue, gripping onto him deathly tight and never wanting to let him go.

"Should be staying here with my pretty little omega." He purrs, rubbing his face across the crown of your head and treasuring your own scent. He was addicted to yours as you were his.

You nod enthusiastically, a serene smile spreading across your face. "Yes, yes you should." Right now, or really ever, you can think of nothing better than confining you and John to bed forever more. 

"I'll leave this shirt behind for you, darling." John whispers, knowing you'll spend most of the morning snuggled into it and inhaling his scent.

You raise your hand, sticking out your pinky finger in a sweet, innocent gesture. "Promise?" 

John links his finger with yours, bringing your intertwined hand up to kiss and seal his vow. "Promise, my sweet omega." 

[catscidr]

Ok, crowtorre? 10/10. THE 💣 💣 💣 😭 But omg how would he fair with a cat or wolf hybrid reader..

PLS

NOO he would be such a tease!! he’d be so mean!! im imagining cat hybrid reader (bc im biased lol) but LORD he’d be even more mischievous than usual, to the point where you go out of your way to avoid him at all cost if you get that feeling in your gut that tells u he’s going to be particularly annoying (he’s pissed you off so often you eventually developed a sort of sixth sense related to it. a headache radar, if you will)

(prev crowttore post for context)

cw: crow hybrid!dottore x afab!cat hybrid!reader. established relationship, he’s annoying, pure rambling from yours truly so barely even proof read. second half is nsfw, minors dni, scara mentionned once, rough sx, possessive behaviour, talks of breeding, overstim, smidge of aftercare.

“your reactions are entertaining” he’s told you once, his excuse whenever you shove him away from you. ever since then, you’ve tried to keep your reactions to a minimum. give him nothing more than a glare. but you fail. every single time. it’s not your fault he’s so good at reading people!! curse his big wrinkly brain

it’s not all that bad, though. sometimes he helps, like when you have knots in your shoulders he’ll gladly "preen" you and rid you of the pesky tension building up in your aching muscles with his nimble fingers. sometimes he even takes time to brush your tail for you; but that’s not something he does solely for your benefit. he’ll pluck out the fur that gets caught in the brush, and he'll use it for... something. you never asked, and you don’t really want to know (especially considering what he does to people on a regular basis)

but, at the end of the day, being with dottore is a chore at best. he can be a decent partner, but he, for some reason, makes it his mission to get on your nerves everyday. he’ll poke and prod at your ears and tail, “begging” you in a mocking tone to let him run tests on you. he’ll invade your personal space on purpose until you hiss and swat him away, only for him to grab your wrist and taunt you to “try harder than that”.

even if he doesn't go out of his way to irritate you, sometimes you'll just glance at him and get annoyed. maybe that was just a reflection of how little patience you had around him, though.

at this point you’ve lost count on how may times he’s run your patience to the ground (whether on purpose or not), but if there's one thing he's good at its pleasing you. he's smart (though calculating), dexterous, and observant. surely that means that he'll ditch the teasing and be a good boyfriend for you once you go through your monthly heats!

NO. LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER. WRONG!!!!

you'll be writhing in discomfort in his bed, tail all fluffed up and twitching, swiping at the sheets beneath you as you rut into his pillow. you're smearing slick all over the fabric, a mix of curses and whines slipping past your lips.

he refused to take the day off to take care of you when he saw the state you were in, saying something like "you're an adult, surely you can control your urges" with the same, sickly sweet smile he flashes at you whenever you pout at him. he even made sure to give you a kiss after he left your shared flat to go to his lab, something he never does.

and there you were. watching the clock tick, impatiently waiting for him to come home to replace the stupid toys that couldn't even drag one measly orgasm out of you. not a single one. all you could think about was him, him, him.

you could barely smell him on the pillow anymore, since all you smelled was how horribly horny you were. but as soon as you heard the front door open and the familiar sound of his boots stepping on the worn-out "welcome" mat, you swear you felt even more slick drip out of you (if that was even possible)

the second dottore steps into his room and he's at arms length, you grab onto his sleeve and tug him closer. unfortunately for you, your muscles are considerably weaker than usual and you don't even get to move him even an inch closer to you.

he revels in the whines that leave you and in your discomfort. he's both the best and worst person to take care of your heat; he knows what he's doing, sure, but he also knows exactly what to do to keep you right on the edge. both with actions and words.

"why would I help you with you heat, darling? don't you need a fellow feline hybrid to help you?" he coos, slipping his coat off of his shoulders, making you all but drool at the sight of the harness hugging his firm torso.

"no. no, fuck you, i need you," you whine, a pout tugging at your lips as you take in a deep breath to steady yourself. he just smiles, bending down to your level to cup your face in his soft, feathery hands to speak to you in that condescending tone he always uses this time of the month. "want me to call the balladeer to take care of you? i'm sure he'll be delighted to blow off some steam. and he'll be helping you, too! don't you want that? to have his cat cock drilling into you?"

when you scowl, tail whipping against the bed with dull thumps, he grins. of course he would never hand you off to his coworker, he doesn't trust any of the harbingers around you when you're in heat anyways. dottore knows only he can quench your insatiable thirst, but he adores hearing it from you. hearing you whine and beg for his touch, for his cock gives him an ego boost- makes that primal, possessive part of him coo in delight.

and when he finally touches you, black nails scraping against your sticky, sweaty skin, you swear you almost cum on the spot. it would have been embarrassing if it wasn't for the fact that you had been on edge the entire day. at least he was kind enough to make you cum properly with his fingers one time to rid you of that hunger for just a second, enough for him to get rid of his slacks to free his aching, hard cock from its confines.

seeing you beg for him fed his ego and, in turn, made his blood rush down to his second head, you really can’t blame him.

he manhandles you so easily it makes you throb with need, your first orgasm having faded away already, making you ache for him to pull another one out of you. and he would do so oh so graciously, pulling your ass back with a tug on the base of your tail, admiring the view of you on all fours just for him.

“ahh… i’ll never get tired of seeing you like this, waiting all nice and pretty for me. want me to fuck you nice and good, don’t you? breed you full of my seed?” he coos right into your ear, pulsing erection sliding up and down your wet folds, just barely dipping inside of your hole. you hiss, words failing you as you slip a hand between your legs to guide him inside.

and he lets you, smirking at the sight of his stubborn, headstrong partner reduced to a puddle of carnal need. you feel all nth inches of his hard cock fill you up and you cum hard, crying as you finally get what you had been craving for hours. his length all snug inside of you, letting you cockwarm him until the aftershocks of your climax fade and he can start moving in you, fucking you.

it would only be the beginning though, because he always made it his mission to “beat” your heat, so to speak. make you cum on his cock so much you would be pushing him away, weakly tapping his chest and clawing at his back as you plead for him to pull out.

you’ll be pinned to the bed on your stomach as he thrusts into you; sharp, hard plaps echoing in the bedroom over and over again, the bedsheets soaked with your juices and his seed. you can barely even think of running away, brain reduced to mush as he admires the way your ears seem to be glued down to your head, tail flicking weakly in time with his thrusts.

but when he finally takes pity on your poor sore and used cunt, he’ll rub soothing circles on your back as you purr quietly, satiated. for now. he doesn’t bother leaving the room to get a washcloth because he knows you’ll only claw at his arm, pull a few feathers out as a result, and look at him with those eyes that make him want to take you all over again.

he knows you’re tired though, if it wasn’t already obvious by the way you don’t even bother to untangle yourself from the soiled bedsheet you laid on. and he’ll gladly stay with you, keeping his wing spread out over you to keep you warm until you wake up and pounce on him for even more rounds.

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Woop woop had an edible and am finally working on the automaton au again!!!! Look out for an update soon. Here have a picture of a really big pear that i bought because it looked like the pears from animal crossing

[bwoahtastic]

I need more Toto somehow becoming Max's father figure in unexpected ways. Like Max just feeling so safe and purring when Toto hugs him and maybe doing small happy chomps on his shoulder!

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HAIIIII FIC AUTHOR ANON HERE N BAHAHAHAHA I SAW UR AI POST n I H8 AI BUT U R SOOSO VALID 4 THAT BUT dw cuz MOAR FICZ r on da way!!!!!!! i ackshully have TWO fic ideas atm n CANT DECIDE which 2 do >___< shud i do another long sfw James fic??? or shud i do moar smut (abo mayb? O///O)???? PLZ HALPPPP

OMG HELLO!!! U dont know how happy i am to hear that more fic is on the way!!!!!!!!!! AHHHH idk if i can choose btwn those tbqh….. i loveeddddd ur last sfw fic but also u write such gewdd smut 😳…… i dont rly like abo tho so maybe another sfw fic would be nice if it’s anything like the last one ik it will blow me away

Is it gna be another jalex fic or another jimjim fic or …? Idm either way but just curious ^.^

[lifewtr]

NOWHERE TO RUN.

Awareness bleeds in rudely, cracking open the warm, wonderful cocoon of rare deep sleep and making him suddenly far too conscious of the fact that his silenced phone, somewhere too close to his ear, is buzzing up a rather annoying storm. Satoru screws his eyes shut even tighter and paws aimlessly around his pillow, begging the vibrations to cease. Just as his hand connects with the cold rectangle of the device, it stops. Relief is a sigh through his nose. He rolls over, relaxes back into the soft down of his blankets, and drifts off back into perfect, dreamless sleep. Two seconds later his phone starts buzzing again. Satoru’s eyes fly open. “Oh fuck off,” he whips his head around and snatches the offending device up. “What.” He growls at the flashing screen. (2) MISSED CALLS, his phone tells him. Right under that is a slew of fresh texts, each notification from the very same person. Barabarara [11:22AM] Senpai. Barabarara [11:22AM] Senpai. Barabarara [11:23AM] Senpai, answer your phone! Satoru squints tiredly, brows furrowing, brain groggy as fuck. What is so important that Haibara of all people is blowing up his line at this hour, on his off day no less— Bzzt. Barabarara [11:24AM] Something’s wrong with Kento. Satoru has never called someone back so fast.

Rated E, 1/3, on AO3 ♥

[nerosdayinanime]

😏 thank you for supporting me and my omegaverse cringe 😂

Always<3

i should post abt some of my kny aus as well

[pinkseas]

how am i ever supposed to be normal again after that. how.

[lexa-griffins]

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[diari0deglierrori]

Forgor to put phone on night mode and heard a big TIN sound when I was about to go on o slepl and now I want to sie

[hergan416]

Fuck ok um

I need to ask an odd and possibly spoilery question.

What is the common convention for how non-abo mpreg works?

Please be as technical/clinical in your answer as possible.

[tokkimusings]

my favorite Onho fic just updated after a 2 year hiatus and I'm so happy lmaooo.

probably not gonna post here because it's a abo fic, but I'm still happy

[cal-flakes]

╰┈➤ manipulated by rafe

warnings: smut, swearing, toxic relationship, violence, manipulation, oral (f. receiving)

summary: the remaining pogues tell you that rafe shot peterkin. when you confront rafe about it, he denies it and shuts you up the best you can. innocent!reader x rafe

y/n struggled a lot with the people around her, being friends with the pogues while rafe cameron was her boyfriend didn’t particularly sit well. and although the pogues didn’t treat her much differently, they certainly held back on telling her things, worried she might tell rafe.

it wasnt that she was a gossip, it was mostly down to her being a bit dumb, not really understanding what she can and can’t say unless explicitly told. while rafe knew this, and often reminded her to keep her mouth shut, this is an area the pogues lacked in.

“you’re lying! rafe wouldn’t do that!” y/n cried, not believing the lies coming from her friends. “we’re telling you y/n! it was rafe that shot peterkin, not john b!” kie pleaded with her friend, trying to undo the cameron’s corruption already imprinting in y/n’s mind.

shaking her head, tears streaming down her face, y/n starting walking away. “if rafe didn’t do it then who did y/n?” jj called after her, nostrils flared. “i don’t know what happened jj, but i know it wasn’t rafe!” y/n spat, desperately trying to clear those thoughts from her mind.

after a very long walk, y/n quietly made her way into the cameron household, looking for rafe. her tears had dried up by the time she got there, yet her eyes were still puffy and bloodshot.

sniffling, she poked her head into rafe’s bedroom, causing him to jump. as he scanned her face, his brows furrowed, noticing the tear marks trailing down her face.

“y/n, baby what’s wrong?” he questioned quietly, moving towards her in a hurry. rafe hastily brushed away her tears with his thumbs, holding her cheeks in his hands.

“is it true? did you kill peterkin?” y/n sobbed, unable to hold back anymore. rafe’s face contorted as is brows moved into a frown. “no of course not! who told you that?” his eyes wide in feigned confusion.

“n-nobody i-i just heard it” y/n tried to conceal the truth, not exactly wanting to drop her friends in it. a perplexed look shot across rafe’s features as his blood boiled away.

“don’t you lie to me y/n” he uttered. she shook her head. “nobody! i told you, i-i just heard it!” as the words left her lips, rafe moved away from her, rubbing his face in frustration.

it was almost like something snapped inside of him as he lunged towards her, wrapping a strong hand around her throat. “who told you that y/n” nostrils flared as he spat the venom-laced words towards her.

y/n’s chest heaved, struggling to catch her breath. she gave in, bowing her head as he unlatched from her. “kie and jj…they called you a murderer” she muttered, not wanting to meet his poisonous gaze.

rafe’s demeanour changed as he led her to the bed, situating himself between her legs. “you can’t listen to them baby, they don’t care about you” he murmured while his fingers caressed her thighs. “you can’t trust them sweet girl, only me..” rafe began leaving wet kisses along her collarbone, tilting her neck for more access.

rafe’s fingers danced up to her growing wetness. “you understand?” he whispered, rubbing gentle circles on her clit. y/n nodded, whimpering. “that’s a good girl..” soft moans escaped her lips at the praise, forever wanting to please him.

a loud gasp erupted from her throat as he guides two fingers through he wet folds, pumping them slowly. y/n’s hips bucked, almost begging for him to go faster. “p-please, please rafe..” his head perked up at this, a smirk dancing along his lips. “use your words angel, tell me what you want..” whining, she latched onto his shoulder, needing something to ground her.

“y-your mouth rafe, m-mouth” nodding, he lowered himself onto the floor, throwing her dangling legs over his shoulders.

“you gonna be good for me baby? you gonna listen to me about your little friends?” the devilish smirk staying still, knowing he’d gotten what he wanted.

“yes, yes of course! j-just please, i’m so close..”

[shinobisandals]

AceSan (and SaboSan) soulmates au where ace and sanji have a whirlwind romance in alabasta when they find out they're soulmates Ace and Sanji leave each other the mark of an accepted soulbond as a promise to meet again in the future and to have each other forever. (Think of it functioning like a vivre card + ABO bonding, it can only appear between soulmates)

While they were apart, they would sense each other's presence and feelings through the bond. They would give each other support or a gentle push when the other feels frustrated or lonely.

Ace's mark doesnt quite disappear on Sanji when he dies in Marineford. It burns and burns bright until it fizzles away, faded but still there. And Sanji continues living and training in Momoiro island, and he still unconsciously pushes towards the bond, but no one nudges back, it's basically radio silence—until after Dressrosa when he feels it burn again as if Ace is both saying a sad hello and a goodbye.

After Sabo eats the Flame Flame Fruit, he not only gains it's power but also the feelings, memories, and will of Ace. At first he gets REALLY confused whenever he sees Ace's memories and fantasies of a blond man in all states of undress and, he mistakenly and stupidly thinks Ace was fantasizing about him. The feelings were basically like "blond man, forever, wish alive, takes care of luffy, crocodile, prince, etc". It's dumb and Sabo shouldve realized and connected it that, of course, ace wasnt fantasizing a future where Sabo "didnt die"—forgive him, he saw the Straw Hats and didnt see any blond man around "taking care of luffy", and that the crocodile wasnt a literal crocodile they cooked from the jungles of their childhood.... mild panic aside, Sabo figures it out eventually—Ace had a consummated soul bond with a blond man somewhere close to Luffy, and that soul bond... If he truly wanted it to, could be his. It was as if Ace was saying "you'd love him as much as I did, please take care of him and give him a chance."

Tbc?

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC cast celebrating valentine's day!

figured i may as well make a TADC version of the previous post while im here tonight and waiting on making money for my roblox tycoon!! expect more typos than usual im fighting the sleepy demons but i gotta finish this tycoon because im !! i dont know LMAO

CAINE:

i keep saying how down bad caine is for his partner, and i think he would amp it up on this day! hes going to drop everything for you and make sure youre going to be drowning in gifts and affection! hes going to be following you around listening to your every whim. gives you something every hour of the day, and he might take you out to that cute little restaurant he and bubble went to in the pilot... makes you a digital meal catered to your palette. probably takes your hand and 'kisses' the back of it when he sees you arrive to the dinner date... 8/10 deducted points because he might get overbearing at some point.... not sure if thats the right word, though...

POMNI:

oh i think shes the type to forget its valentines season! she would probably scramble to get you something... i think she would give you flowers, from the grounds! probably tries to hastily throw together a date for you, trying to make it sound like she had it planned this entire time... oh she feels so so bad, please reassure her that its fine..! its just her first valentines with you and shes already blowing it, at least in her opinion! otherwise, though, shes very sweet... although still a little tense in her word delivery when shes trying to flirt with you, but thats only because pomni in general is an awkward person, at least in my opinion.. 7/10 shes doing her best

RAGATHA:

oh she loves valentines day, me thinks... i think she would sew you something, perhaps a plushie and a matching blanket! of course it wouldnt be a valentines gift if it didnt have hearts all over it and had the classic holidays colors! i think she would wake you up with flowers..! i dont think she would expect much in return but she would be over the moon if you returned the same energy to her.... giving things is nice but receiving is also nice because it shows her that you think about her too! tries to spend the day with you as an extended hangout/date, very nice very sweet... you guys go to the carnival! 9/10 i love her

JAX:

oh he definitely forgets the holiday and doesnt scramble when he finds out what day it is. i think he might MIGHT share his sour candies with you but dont expect more, hes not going to be twisting himself in notes to right his wrong... plus i dont think he sees much point in the holiday, and perhaps holds a "eeeeewww feelings" sentiment, despite literally... being in a romantic relationship with you... hes a little.... errrr.... you know? though he doesnt really put up much resistance when you try to take him out on a date around the grounds, so hey, at least you got that going! he would totally shut it down if he wasnt interested 4/10

KINGER:

very romantic, very much so. i think he would write you a poem... probably stays up for a few nights trying to perfect it for you... gives you a bouquet of flowers, i think he might try to take you out on a picnic... generally very nice... leans deep into the gentleman role, lets you hold on to him while he escorts you around the grounds. tells you how pretty you are that day. gives you a lot of compliments, takes the leads with things... if theres a puddle hes going to let you walk over him/hj ... i think he would be a little stunned if you give him anything in return... not stunned in a bad way...! he was just prepared to be the one spoiling you today..! sheepishly tugs on the collar of his robe and bashfully thanks you... very sweet, love this man 9/10 but i admit im biased for kinger but also this just sounds like a dream

ZOOBLE:

i think theyre more lowkey. i think they make you a unique card, handcrafted... definitely radiates their aesthetic, but also theres some of your charm added into it because they were thinking about you... awww, their thoughts about you shined through their own vibe.. might give you some candy, if they can get their hands on some... doesnt expect a gift in return but their eye kind of sparkles if you present them something... might do better with a gift that generally reflects their personality rather than something thats in line with the holidays traditions of candy and flowers... they dont have the words to express their gratitude but they do take great care of whatever youve given them 8/10 i like them too grrrgrrr

GANGLE:

i think this comes as a shock to absolutely no one, but she makes you a card with her own hands. but i think it would be intricate. gangle seems like the type to better express her feelings through writing rather than verbalizing them... so for you, in this card, she pours herself out to you. theres multiple segments, youre going to have to hold it sideways and let it fall open, it probably hits the ground... she even make little pop-outs, of the two of you and hearts and other things... theres even some tuggy things to reveal portions and make things move... she looks so anxious giving it to you, perhaps thinking shes done too much,, but she awaits your response... yeah i dont think anything is going to top this, its deeply personal and its crafted for you and only you.. 10/10 i would frame it up honestly