#he fucking purrs!!!!!!

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

he fucking purrs oh my god

[hussyknee]

my disabled ass, after (1)good day: "obviously I am cured. in fact it may have all been in my head. who can say? now to rejoin society!"

me, the next day: "it has come to my attention that i may be chronically ill."

[tubbytarchia]

maybe. I hope you guys never stop asking for ranchers

[floofballsammy]

When he goes like

:>

>:>

[risuola]

hear me out... stalker!sukuna watching and following you for months, calling and messaging you even though you changed your number twice. turning your life into a living nightmare before he finally breaks into your house. you hold a knife, you want to scream but he presses you too the wall, one hand on your wrist and one on covers you're face. he's—

edit: allow me to invite y'all to the comment section

[frooogscream]

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 3

Knotting

MINORS DNI

dom top amab gn beastman reader, sub bottom trans man Leona, knotting, heats/ruts, mention of piss.

You're still getting used to how affectionate Leona gets when he's knotted during his heat.

He's got his face nuzzled into your neck, licking your scent gland with his rough tongue, all tight and slick around your swollen knot, purring like he's in heaven.

Running your hand through his long hair, Leona nips your neck gently before lifting his head out of your shoulder.

"How're you feeling?" you ask, tucking some of his sweat soaked hair behind one of his ears, and scratching behind them.

"Good," he rumbles, looking down where the two of you are connected, "you?" He's made it clear that he's upset that your rut wasn't triggered when he went into heat. He hadn't said it out loud, but you know he feels bad that he's so needy and clingy when you're not in the same headspace. Lucky for him, you know you can keep up.

"Oh baby," you smile, kissing his scarred cheek, "I'm feeling great with you on my knot," Leona moans softly, tilting his head to kiss your lips properly.

"Feels good," he mumbles against your mouth. You hum, rocking your hips into him,

"Tell me more, kitten," you urge, feeling lust sink it's way back into your loins already. With the way Leona's pussy has started leaking slick onto your cock, you can tell he's in a similar state.

"You're deep, and- and stretching me- it's good- you're going to knock me up, yeah?" he says it like it's a question. You dig your claws into his hips and Leona keens.

"Course, I'm gonna knock you up kitty, gonna give you cubs," you promise. His eyes flutter shut, and he sticks his face back into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.

"Going to..." he pauses for a moment, letting out a shuddering breath, "piss in me?" he practically whispers. You moan, but it comes out sounding more like a growl.

"Yeah baby, you want that?" he's nodding before you can continue, "I'll piss in you, keep it deep in you, fill up your womb with it, keep it plugged up in you with my knot," Leona lets out a pleased hum.

"Thank you," he mumbles softly, so quiet you can barely make it out, and fuck if that ain't the hottest response he could've given you. Despite being stuck together via your knot, you still attempt to thrust your hips into him. Leona whines, bringing a hand down to sloppily play with his clit.

"Fuck, I'm close," he whines, pressing himself to you like he wants to be stuck together forever. You lean in to mouth at his scent gland, which overwhelms you with the scent of pleasure and desperation. Grazing your teeth against him is what sets him off.

He cums around your knot with a choked moan of your name. You sink your teeth into his skin, nearly finding your own climax when he squeezes and twitches around your knot. You can't wait for it to deflate so you can return to pounding him into the mattress like he so desperately needs.

[nouveauxamoris]

his malicious behaviour and insufferable personality has captivated me

RBS APPRECIATED!

[lovelywingsart]

Doodle to get it out of my system before I try to work on a commission lmao

When in doubt, headbutt the ever living shit out of your partner to let them know you care, no matter how embarrassed they may get uwu

Really, he should know not to trust them if they just grab him out of nowhere

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Does Tomie purr?

Yes :3

[beetlethebug]

chilchuck purrs and laios picks it up as a vocal stim send tweet

[crimeronan]

back to thinking about princess AU luz and hunter being kids together since my entire dash right now is dirt-covered toddler corpse boy. the current thoughts being to wonder exactly how six-year-old hunter reacted to belos bringing home this weird little creature. i think hunter probably had the capacity even then to intuit that belos was treating luz with significantly more paternal affection than he'd ever shown hunter. and in a lot of kids, this kind of blatant favoritism and neglect would engender jealousy. but instead of being jealous, tiny six-year-old hunter is just Very Very Very Afraid. and doesn't know why. and doesn't even really understand that he's afraid, because he's six and has been raised by a puritan with the emotional intelligence of a flea.

all of this is to say: i don't think belos even formally told hunter to look after luz, or at least not until they were slightly older. but hunter would have followed him and luz & watched their interactions from a corner, like, unblinking autism creature style. and whenever belos Wasn't with luz, hunter would Continue watching her autism creature style, just to make sure nobody nothing bad happened to her. not that he'd have any reason to think anything bad might happen to her. because everything happening with the three of them is super normal

little guard.

[teddybeartoji]

toji is NEVERRRR beating the big cat allegations . never

[kelin-is-writing]

Dabi’s the type of bf who gets so happy over your presence, even if he doesn’t outwardly show it. Like you send him a text saying you’re coming home from work because your boss let you clock out early and he’ll respond back with, “k see ya” but internally he’s twirling his hair kicking his feet and giggling like a teenaged girl with a crush

HELLO????? YES TO EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS????? LIKE— HE WOULD FANBOY HARD OVER EVERYTHING HIS GIRL DOES AND YOU REALLY CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE, NO ONE CAN ACTUALLY.

dabi is your #1 fan and supporter 🤧💜

AND every tongue that raises against you shall fall, by his hands no less.

he gets super defensive when someone speaks ill of you, would literally verbally demolish anyone that dares to say your name in vain, then if he deemed that it's needed he's gonna lit them up too!!!

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) cuddy had worried that house's instincts wouldn't flare well when he had his pup considering his traumas and lack of therapy for them. she hoped for the best, obviously, but she took the more, in her opinion, 'realistic' stance of house falling short emotionally opposed to wilson's (in her opinion, biased) take that house would have the closest thing he can manage to a lovely time.

it wasn't a lovely time, but he did prove cuddy wrong (wilson and cuddy bet on it. they're not proud of it but wilson's too smug for knowing house so well and winning to feel too guilty). if anything, house was too in-his-instincts seeing as he nearly started biting staff who reached for the pup on his chest because once that baby was in his arms, in the makeshift hospital nest, solid and tangible, everyone outside of the nest became a threat -- it took wilson stepping in as a middleman to get house to let her go so she could be cleaned, weighed, etc, and only after house growled at him that he'd "want her back".

any time after that when house held her, he purred nonstop except for when his few visitors asked to hold her, at which he would fuss. wash your hands. i don't care if you did it before you came in, do it again where i can see you. hold your arms out, if i see a single tremble, you're bust. wilson was the only one to only get a few grumbles instead of a Pre-Newborn Holding Routine, "seeing as [he] helped make her"

[ratatatastic]

scare the hoes more and keep yapping about ekky (& others) getting used to maffhew, it delights me. and say even more about how sasha handles this feral and sweet omega that gets dropped into his orbit. smth smth “feels like i’ve known him 10 years” or whatever vows sasha recited to the press, cameras, and god

apparently we are taking more tumblr user ratatatastic abo yap thoughts for 500 may god hear our screams up wherever he is. big man in the sky you fuckin owe me one.

i think theres so much in particular to say in concerns of 1619 and how quickly they gelled irl but even more so in an abo au

ive always enjoyed when people assign matthew stronger scents that take getting used to if you don't like it already and i know ive read a fic where his scent notes did skew towards stronger cinnamon foods/drinks

anyways on that note it wouldnt surprise me that sasha takes so easy to this spicy little omega.

Like of course he does, he smells like the pastries he used to eat back at home, the pastries he eats now because he's found an established Finnish bakery down here that makes them homemade every morning, the bakery he likes to frequent with the other Finns when he can.

Is it ever a wonder that the cute omega that sent him such a terribly sweet text when the trade news broke out (you know, after the initial excitement worn off because Sasha does chuckle at memory of the brash "Fucking, right!" that pinged on his phone the very first time from an unknown number) smells like... home... No matter all the rumours that have swirled around Matthew, the rumours Sasha has personally experienced himself playing against him...he smells nostalgic. Like Sasha could be at home right now—you know, home home—lounging outside his cottage with tea and pastries on the little table that he's set out. The warm cinnamon that wafts from the typically sterile room they've assigned for pressers smells divine, for lack of a better word. It smells indulgent. Because Sasha can't have those homely pastries all the time, what, with his training regiment.

It's why he doesn't quite believe it that Matthew's the one that's the centre of it all. He's absolutely convinced he's hallucinating because the season is about to start and he's had to cut back on all his favourite sweets as much as it pains him to but for the betterment of the team? He'd do anything. And yet despite the way he rubs at his nose to at least try to clear it, he smells that cinnamon. That cinnamon that's definitely coming from new omega they traded over who's laughing so obnoxiously at the lectern they have set up that if his scent didn't catch your attention, his loud mannerisms certainly did. His voice is practically bouncing off the walls in big loud echoes that should hurt Sasha’s ears. Emphasis on should. As it is he finds his heart melting more than it should instead.

It's been quite a long time since someone's scent has moved him this much. All the people that have, have been in his life for so long he's forgotten what it's like to feel instant scent compatibility. His nostrils are flaring and he's trying his best not to open his mouth to huff in big gulps of it because it's rather impolite to be so obviously scenting the new guy. It could be misconstrued as Sasha taking offence to the new presence in the room.

Some part of his brain is still trying to catch up to the idea that Matthew even smells at all because the first time he met him (down here for some joint offseason ice-time) he didn't particularly smell like much, if at all really. Whether it's because he put on blockers to not intrude on pack territory until he smelled more like them, or he was still on suppressants even in the summer, Sasha wasn't sure and he definitely wasn't going to ask about it.

Known him for 10 years? He feels like he's known him his whole life. But 10's a safe number, 10's a number that won't scare off this new omega, right? 10's a number that conveys "As Captain I want this to work out, I'm opening up my pack for you, I won't shun you, you're welcome here," and not "If I stick my nose in your neck right now to scent you, they're gonna have to forcibly evict me from the new home I've found in you, and it's not gonna be a pretty outcome."

It's also why he's a little nervous when Media Day is over because despite how much it dragged along in years past it practically blitzed by and now Sasha has to—

You know, properly scent the new addition. Give them the purring acceptance of their Pack leader's scent to carry with them. And it's nothing big, it's just some chaste wrist rubbing... something subtle and not too overwhelming for everyone: the pack, and the newcomer alike. It's not like Sasha is going to mouth at Matthew's neck glands. He doesn't think he can even handle that right now but that's a problem for future Sasha—for when Matthew is really part of the pack and not like a goldfish in a plastic bag being dunked into an aquarium to get used to the water temperature. He just has to rub his wrist against his, it's like basic Alpha etiquette. It'll be fine, mostly. He hopes.

And it's as anticlimactic as he thought it'd be: gentle reintroductions and reignited chatter of excitement about the new season that's about to start... maybe just with the new lingering scent of sweet and spice in the background as if someone lit up a candle without Sasha even noticing it. It's a struggle to keep his eyes from closing from how heavy they feel, from how relaxed he feels in the presence of this new omega he knows has pissed him off on several occasions as composed as he was about it.

Matthew presents his wrist in a flourish successfully managing to divert his attention back to what they're supposed to be doing all alone like this in the dressing room like this, "I'm sure you've been dying to do this huh, Cap?"

Sweat starts to break out at the back of his neck. He knows? Sasha doesn't think he's been sending off any signals that could've hinted otherwise but Sasha admits that he's well out of practise, he hasn't had to reign in his scent this much in such a long time, and maybe Matthew picked up his weird fixation—

Matthew waggles his eyebrows for extra effect an offbeat later when the joke doesn't seem to land the way he wanted it to.

Oh, thank Christ, he's just teasing him. It's a joke. He doesn't actually mean it in the way Sasha thought he meant.

"Yes. Yes, I have," Sasha chuckles in relief, shaking his head at Matthew's attempt to lighten the mood.

"10 years, or so I've heard, bud."

"You heard? Uh, listened to the..." he trails off.

"Kinda hard not to when the setup made it sound like you were in the middle of the Earth, my guy. I don't think my ears are ever gonna recover from that."

"It's the first day for everyone," Sasha lightly chastises, not particularly aggrieved at all but wanting to keep up the banter to stall for time, so he can prepare himself. Quite honestly he feels like travelled back in time to the young anxious Alpha he was breaking out into the league for the first time.

"Be gentle, I bruise easily."

"Right, gentle. I'll treat you better than my clothes on the delicate cycle."

"Is that supposed to be a line?" Matthew says in glee, his voice pitching into incredulity.

"Line like fishing?"

"Oh, come on! You know what I'm talking about! You've been in this country long enough to pick up on that!"

"Yes, yes, that."

Matthew shoves at his shoulder playfully. "Just go on and do the thing already."

"Doing the thing."

Matthew snorts but his wrist is limp in Sasha’s hold. And as much as it was a dumb joke he does feel delicate between his fingers like that. So delicate that when he rubs his own wrist against his—to transfer over their pack scent—he feels like he's going to break it if he holds onto it for too long. It's why he drops it as quick as he took it, hands scrambling to his sides in an effort to remain polite but also to get a handle on himself so his pheromones don't go haywire with the new stimulus. It's a bit of a losing battle because he knows his scent just. But he can play it off as the excitement of an Alpha being able to claim another member to his pack, it's a possessive kind of thing.

"Well, see you around! Call it a hunch but I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other." And the joke wasn't funny the first time, truly the equivalent of leaning on the office fax machine and going "You come here often?" to your coworkers who just want to get their work done—and just as sleazy too with the greasy grin Matthew has permanently stuck to his face but Sasha still laughs like he did the first time he heard it.

And it's only now that Matthew is gone that Sasha realises the room smells strongly of cinnamon, so potent that anyone with a working nose would be able to tell that. Like Matthew was doing his best to ease Sasha’s obvious nerves when Sasha should've been the one to calm the omega who's been uprooted from their own pack and thrown into a completely new environment, himself.

"Jesus, it reeks in here. Smells like cinnamon," Aaron wrinkles his nose, wandering back in after his own media duties were done, finding Sasha all alone in the locker rooms.

"It does?" Like he can't tell the room smells like the equivalent of someone knocking over a Yankee Candle into an open fire.

"Yeah, like an awful lot." Aaron scrunching up his nose, trying to fight off an incoming sneeze. "It's strong," he says without thinking, swallows before his eyes shift over to Sasha and then to the floor, "Not bad just... strong..." The I can get used to it is left unspoken between them.

"I like it," Sasha admits because if Aaron is confessing to things without thinking then he might as well too. They've known each other long enough.

"I can tell." Aaron snorts, "You reek too."

Sasha lets out a questioning little noise, tilts his head to the side as he silently urges Aaron to continue.

"You have no idea what cinnamon and cardamom smell like together, do you? I feel like I walked into a bakery when I should be at the gym right now."

"Is that bad?"

"For you? No, of course not," Aaron's eyes soften, and while his scent wasn't anywhere close to abrasive, it does lighten up just a tad bit in the presence of his pack Alpha. "For me? I'd rather dunk my head in a bucket of coffee beans." A bit of an exaggeration on Aaron's part but the wry grin he has on really adds to the fact he's just joking—just a little, maybe there's some truth hidden in there. He knows how Aaron is, the way he tries to downplay anytime he bristles about something. Peace and vibes, and all that.

So Sasha can joke as well, "Forsy's stall is over there," and motions his head towards it across the room.

"Oh, hilarious."

"If I was funny I would say jock."

"You know, what? I think I will hit the gym today, thanks for reminding me."

"Mmm, anytime." And when Aaron's half out the door he adds, "Ask the staff where they put the jerseys we used today!"

"I'm going! To the gym!" he echoes back, not bothering to turn around as he shuffles down the hall in a hurry, and decidedly not going in the direction of the gym. It's not surprising when he hears chatter pick up and shoes scuffing briskly into the direction of the laundry rooms.