#preread

[vanitasaurus]

little doodle page for smth @blurrymango is currently writing on <3

[odericevertz]

probably going to be less active on here the next week or so TT

[kuriboh-mama-yami]

was bored in class so i doodled a part of a comic i have in mind hehehe

[honestlyvan]

Wait a goddamn minute.

Have I never talked about S.T.T. on Tumblr???

[zombloggr]

guy with 4 half finished books open : guess ☝️ what I should do

[evilasiangenius]

What GO character do you feel most comfortable/have the most fun writing, other than Aziraphale and Crowley?

Ooh, thank you for the interesting question, anon! I had to think about this one since I don't often write other GO characters and realized: it's gotta be Beelzebub.

I wouldn't say it's necessarily comfortable to write Beelzebub. If you read the original novel, there are actually some pretty consistent rules built in for how many Z's to spell words with or when certain pronunciations of words will have just one extra z thrown in. I studied this and did my best to adhere to the spelling conventions. The closest and most careful/accurate adherence to the novel is in the Babylonian Flood story.

Since then I've been a bit lazier about the particulars but even with the sometimes hard editing work, it is a LOT of fun to write Beelzebub.

Honestly, I find writing Beelzebub so fun that even before S2 came out, I thought it would be super fun to do a silly sketchy rewrite of S2 swapping out Beelzebub for Gabriel as the naked angelic (fallen) executive who shows up on Aziraphale's doorstep.

But you know, with the tiny angry S1 version of Beelzebub. Would they be called Jim? Thim? Tim?

"Tim, like the Enchanter. From Monty Python," Aziraphale cringed, hoping the other angel could not tell he was lying. "A very…erm, classic name. Ordinary. An, an ordinary human name for an ordinary human. Ha ha." "They call me…Tim," Beelzebub said, deadpan. Crowley! Aziraphale thought the name very angrily to himself and in the approximate direction of the smirking demon. Obviously it had to be Crowley who coached the First Prince of Hell to answer to this ridiculous pseudonym in this manner.

[unremarkable-gods]

said with a sort-of disbelief or cynicism: my goal isn’t to be happy every day of my life, but to be happy with my life as a whole. i want to be able to look at a week or a month that i’ve lived and say “im happy with that” while allowing myself the days that were, admittedly and guiltlessly, pretty shitty.

[lanarchive]

no romance movies have been hitting lately im SICK

[feverofthyself]

it's literally like. atque in perpetuum. if you even care.

[askacambridgestudent]

Hi!! Starting bio Nat sci this October!! Should I do some textbook pre reading over the summer? Would it be beneficial to reduce the workload once I’m there?

Hey,

I'm not a NatSci student, so I can't tell you for sure whether prereading will reduce your workload, but there should be no prerequisite reading for NatSci. I did some prereading for my subject in the summer before coming to Cambridge and whilst I wouldn't say that it necessarily reduced my workload (you still have to take notes and do work instructors set regardless), it did allow me to get some crucial background information or fill in gaps in areas where I felt less knowledgeable, so I was less overwhelmed with the initial rush of content in the first few weeks of my course because it seemed more familiar. I don't know to what extent this carries over into STEM subjects like yours, but if you're interested in reading or strengthening your foundational knowledge, it never hurts to give it a go. Just don't overexert yourself before you've even arrived!

[z-arcane]

starting a new textbook is like yayyyyyyyy then you get really into the weeds and they start throwing absolutely diabolical problems at you and it is no longer fun and instead very difficult

[archersgoon]

they only talk about it in the context of conquest (& arguably what follows here is also, given that it's the major threat) but allying with charyn gives lumatere wayyy more bargaining power than they had previously.

so, lumatere controls the flow of trade on the river, right? during the curse all trade between the southern nations & sarnak had to go through either charyn (preferred) or sendecane (stupid impractical). charyn's preferred because 1. there's people there; and 2. there's a river. charyn's river starts in the mountains near sprie, travels through charyn and osteria, then hits the sea in sorel. so presumably (i know what actually happened does come up, but for the life of me i can't remember where) during the curse the bulk of international trade moved to the charyn river, and anything sold to belegonia either went through osteria or through to the gulf and lastaria (& the other way round). presumably pre-curse this also allowed charyn to undercut trade through lumatere. anyway. those are essentially the only two routes for fast trade (you could do sea travel, but belegonia is um. badly placed for that in the context of sarnak).

therefore, charyn, in support of lumatere, can force a stop (or at the very least massive slowing) of trade between belegonia/osteria and sarnak if they want to bypass either lumateran resolutions against slavery and products produced via slavery (resolutions which they will most likely adopt given everything) or like. taxes or some shit. since belegonia buys tin & iron from sorel (i think these are pretty much their only major exports) because the slave labour means they can sell it on the cheap. even if they're not willing to shell out for lumateran ore you can make them think real hard on it.

but wait! you say, couldn't belegonia &/or sarnak just invade? this is when allying with charyn really comes in clutch. their army is of an equivalent size to the belegonian one, and if they work in conjunction with lumatere they can functionally cut off any quick communication between north and south, forcing them to work independently. if sorel gets involved things start getting um. difficult. but probably it won't come to that & arguably they are more of a threat to belegonia than lumaterecharyn so like maybee they wouldn't ally. maybe

[black--sun]

He huffs, amused now that it’s so far past. “I could have, but I’d just spent forever trying to tell the last guy to get lost. That guy was definitely the drugs. Besides, I was supposed to be avoiding you. Not going home with you.” He doesn’t remember that night too clearly. He remembers he thought breaking the guy’s nose might be the only way to get rid of him. “But it was pretty iffy for a while on your couch.” 

His brow furrows as that story keeps going. “I tried to tell you. And Shuren was supposed to tell you. I specifically told him he had to tell you.” That’s annoying. If the guy hadn’t saved his life, he’d be pissed. Also, he gets it. Shiro’s a scary guy. Not to him necessarily, but in general. “Anyway, if you fall asleep driving, don’t blame your busted car on me. I offered.” 

Oh. He looks over when he gets that elbow and it clicks all of a sudden that Shiro does have a soft affectionate side buried somewhere down deep where no one will ever find it, and where he doesn’t have to acknowledge that too many squishy emotions make him squirm. He smirks. And Shiro said he was being cute. “Says the guy who’s always passing out. Just so you know, we’ve passed the stage in the relationship where I have to keep my hands to myself when you start all this swooning you’re planning on doing.” He especially like the idea of dressing Shiro for bed since Shiro doesn’t usually seem to sleep in anything at all.

He snorts. “Yeah, well, I keep all your other secrets, if you let me do shit for you sometimes I promise not to tell.” Which seems like a joke and isn’t. 

It suddenly occurs to him that if he just took Shiro up on his offer he could stop begging to be given work, might have a clue what’s going on with Shiro’s other business stuff, and could find someone else to pawn his current job off on. And finish school. He blinks. “That’s a really good idea...” Which he’s rejected about ten times now. What’s wrong with him? Or it could be the medication making him more agreeable. Or the relief of finally getting out of this place without too much crazy shit happening. “Okay. If everything doesn’t go to hell and we end up running for our lives. I’ll work for you.” Fuck, they’re really come full circle.

“Yep.” He flashes a grin, “It’s versatile advice.” The news that Ichigo wasn’t standing in that bathroom doorway that night wishing the knife had been better aimed actually really surprises him. He did a good job of faking it. Either that, or Shiro was in too pissy of a mood to notice subtle. “Damn. Shirtless and bloody is one'a my best looks, too. Clearly you weren’t drunk and high enough to exercise that kinda restraint. You could'a just pretended it was the drugs later.”

He shrugs. “Got a couple hours before you called and woke me up. I told you I’ve been busy. Been leavin’ my phone on ring too, in case you or someone that had information about you called.” And it turns out his phone goes off all the damn time, it’s just usually on silent and he deals with it when he decides to check it. But Ichigo didn’t ask about that, and he realizes he’s oversharing with no real reason to.

He looks over but his stomach is doing a little, subtle dance so he rolls his eyes and nudges Ichigo, gently, with an elbow. “Stop. That’s weird and cute. It sounds like you’re goin’ soft on me.”

A pale brow arches as he drops himself down into the driver side. It’s only when his ass is in the seat that he realizes he probably should have offered Ichigo some help or support getting into the car. It’s sports car. It’s low to the ground. Bending is required. But since he’s already sitting, it would probably be more embarrassing for them both he got up to run around the car and help now, so he pretends he’s not watching instead. “Uh. I dunno. Since forever, I guess. Unless that was a broad you, not me specifically.” His answer probably wouldn’t change much though, honestly. He scoffs lightly, a little amused, a little tired. “Both. But I meant take care of me.” But he looks over, “You could work for me- I mean, y’ know, assuming this continues to go well and I stay in business. Or you could run for me when you need extra cash, and finish school and get paid to read fancy books when you’re done.”

[navybrat817]

The Day After

Pairing: Roommate's Brother!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Your new roommate introduces you to her brother, but you met him last night.

Word Count: Over 2.3k

Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, mention of hooking up, tension, humor, flirting, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes being a menace (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Calling this AU About Last Night. No one asked for it. Hope you enjoy it anyway! @targaryenvampireslayer @tavners @starlightcrystalline he's such a menace! ❤️ Thanks to the lovely @whisperlullaby for prereading and assuring me it isn't garbage. Any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You groaned as you saw the time and wiped down the coffee table again. Rebecca Barnes, your new roommate, would be there any minute. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. She seemed like a sweetheart and was down to earth, the perfect person to take the other bedroom and help with rent. Plus, she had already seen the place and seemed excited to be roommates.

She was doing you a favor by moving in. Your last roommate got engaged and moved in with her fiancé. While you were thrilled for her, keeping a place in this part of town was costly. You had debated downsizing, but there was nothing available. Giving up the place would’ve been tough as well since you did love your apartment and it was close to work.

“It’ll be great,” you said, taking a wipe to the table once more.

Maybe you were on a cleaning spree so your mind wouldn’t keep going back to the guy from last night. The one at the bar with the piercing blue eyes and charming smile. And the beefy frame and soft chestnut hair that framed his face. The same hair you pulled when he laid you down on his bed and kissed down your body and-

You jumped at the knock on your door. Now wasn’t the time to think about the guy who blew your back out. “Just a sec!” you called out, putting the cleaning supplies away before you straightened up your top. With a deep breath, you opened the door with a smile. “Becca, hi!”

Rebecca’s smile was enough to light up the whole place, her brown hair swept back to showcase her beautiful face. You imagined guys, and maybe girls, flocked to her, but she told you she was single and happy that way. You were single, too, minus whatever last night was. “Hi,” she said, balancing a box in her hand before you held your hands out to take it. “How are you?”

“Good. How are you?”

“Good, but I’ll be better once I get everything inside. I didn’t realize I had so many boxes,” she teased.

“I’m happy to help with whatever you need,” you promised, setting the box down by her bedroom door. “Is your car outside?”

“Actually, one of my brother’s friends let us use his truck to haul most of my stuff here,” she said, a worried look crossing her face as she looked your way. “It’s okay that they help move the stuff in, right? I’m so sorry. I don’t think I asked. The furniture is just a bit heavy.”

“It’s fine. You have nothing to apologize for. This is your place now, too,” you assured her. You remembered her saying she had an older brother. Was his name James? “And you shouldn’t have to lug up an entire bedroom by yourself.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks. My last roommate would’ve flipped,” she smiled, heading back to the door to stick her head out. “This way, guys!”

The first man that walked in was thick with broad shoulders and a smile as golden as his hair. If you had to imagine an all-American man in the flesh, this guy was it. But the guy that followed inside after him, he was the one who made your heart stop. The one who made your knees buckle. Because you knew those blue eyes.

And as his eyes bore into yours, he smirked.

Fuck…

“This is Steve, one of my brother’s best friends and pretty much like another brother,” Rebecca said, pointing to the blonde as you blinked. “And that’s my brother, James. Everyone calls him Bucky.”

You were very much aware that people called him Bucky. It was the name he made you cry out when he was balls deep inside you the night before. There was still an ache between your legs that reminded you just how thoroughly he fucked you. It was a miracle you were able to walk by the time he was done with you.

Not only did you manage to walk out of his room, you left his place before he woke up.

To be fair, it wasn’t your plan to ditch him after he took you in just about every position you could imagine. You just had to get home, shower, and clean up a bit before Rebecca showed up. And you did leave your number for him.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Steve said as Bucky continued to stare.

The room suddenly felt very hot.

“James, could you not gawk at my new roommate like that, please?” his sister asked, waving a hand dismissively when he continued to stare at you. Thank god she spoke because your words were stuck in your throat. “I’m sorry. He does this weird staring thing sometimes, but he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“It’s okay,” you said, clearing your throat as Bucky raised an eyebrow. Why wasn’t he saying anything? You didn’t know what to say. “It’s nice to meet you guys, too.”

Bucky’s pretty eyes darkened a shade as he continued to stare you down. You shifted slightly on your feet. Was he upset that you left or that you just pretended not to know him, like last night hadn’t happened? But if you said you knew him, how would you explain it to his sister? You could’ve just said you met at a bar and left it at that. Or blurted out everything.

But how the hell were you to know Bucky was her brother? It wasn’t like the two of you had exchanged last names. Oh, Jesus, what was wrong with you?

The corner of Bucky’s lip tugged in a smile as he said your name. How did he manage to make it sound like honey and something sinful? “Becca was telling us all about you on the drive over. Said you’re very welcoming.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as he gauged your reaction. “That was nice of her to say,” you said, tearing your gaze away because you didn’t know what else to do. “Becca, I can go to the truck and-”

“Actually, could you show me where the bathroom is?” Bucky casually cut you off, jerking his head toward the door. “Steve, Becca, if you wanna grab a couple more boxes, I’ll be right down.”

“Sure,” Steve nodded as Rebecca narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t bother my roommate,” she warned before she left with Steve.

The brunette swung his head back toward you, a wolfish grin on his face as you gulped. “I won’t be a bother, will I?”

“Bathroom’s this way!” you said much louder than you needed to, your heart racing as you went down the hall. He was right on your tail and you wondered if he would figure out which bedroom was yours and drag you into it. The hall seemed more narrow with him in it. The wonderful smell of him took up the space, too. “Right there,” you said, not looking him in the eye as you pointed to the bathroom door.

He put an arm up to block your exit. “Nice to meet me, huh?” he asked, tsking as he shook his head. “Did I fuck you so good that you lost your memory?”

You inhaled, your cheeks hot. “Bucky!” you hissed, looking over his shoulder to make sure his sister and friend weren’t back yet.

“So, you do remember my name,” he said. The smirk that followed almost had you dropping to your knees. What sorcery did this man have over you and how could you get it to stop? “I mean, you should remember it. I did have you screaming it.”

You stuck a finger in his face as you stepped closer. “Shut the fuck up! If your sister hears, she might get upset and back out of the lease. And I don’t want her to leave. She’s nice and I can’t afford this place without a roommate.”

He gripped your wrist and maintained eye contact as he swirled his tongue around the tip of your finger. An unashamed whimper slipped past your lips that you couldn’t smother, yet you didn’t make a move to stop him. “My sister won't back out of the lease, so don’t worry about that.”

“O-Okay,” you said, trying not to let him distract you as he repeated the motion. Your nipples hardened under your top anyway. Damn him. “But if she stays, how am I supposed to explain that we…”

“Fucked until the sun came up then fucked again? Yeah, you're right. It might be really hard.” He tilted his head as his gaze went lower. Was he trying to kill you? “About as hard as when I had my cock in your sweet, wet-”

You covered his mouth to smother the rest of the statement, but you felt the vibration from the word “pussy” against your skin. He chuckled at your expression. The man was going to drive you crazy.

“Yes, yes. We fucked. Best fuck of my life, okay?” you admitted in a huff.

A genuine smile touched his lips as he lowered your hand. Not a smirk or smug smile, but something lighter like when the two of you chatted over a drink. A smile that made your knees weak. “I was the best fuck of your life?”

You shook your head. You shouldn’t have said that. “That isn’t the point, but I do want to point out that I don’t make it a habit of hooking up with random guys,” you said, hoping that would be the end of it.

Amusement filled his eyes. “I know. You told me that when I brought you home and I believed you,” he reminded you, your breath hitching when he leaned in close. “But you still begged me to fuck you raw. Or did you ‘forget’ that, too?”

Electricity crackled between the two of you slowly exhaled. “I didn’t forget,” you breathed, your tongue darting out to touch your lip. It almost touched his.

How could you ever forget how right it felt when he filled you up?

“Yeah? Then were you embarrassed that you went home with me?” he asked, his voice quieter than before as he took your hand in his. His thumb moved over your skin as your pulse quickened again. “Is that why you left this morning? Or acted like we hadn’t met?”

Your gaze softened. God, did you hurt his feelings? You hadn’t meant to. “No, I’m not embarrassed that I went home with you. Not at all,” you promised. Bucky was like a god and you were a mere mortal that he somehow chose to bless with his presence. “I’m sorry I left. I only did that because I had to get back here.”

“I could’ve given you a ride. Well, another ride,” he said, brushing his fingers along your cheek, his voice still not back to normal yet. “I’m a gentleman like that.”

“I didn’t want to wake you, but I did leave my number,” you said, hoping that would at least soothe the unintended wound. “And I’m not at all pointing fingers, but you didn’t exactly jump to tell your sister we had met either when you walked in.”

He shrugged and looked over his shoulder. “She’ll be back any minute. Let’s tell her.”

“Tell her what?” You asked. The two of you hooked up. There was no label or relationship yet. “We did a lot of things that I don't think she needs to hear about.”

The smile morphed back to the smirk that was getting under your skin in the best way. “Then come to my place so she can't hear the things we’ll do to each other. You know I have a great bed.”

You smiled and considered it for a moment. The handsome menace was single and so were you. Would it be so bad to go with him again? Yes. You couldn’t ditch your new roommate to hop into her brother’s bed, especially on the day she was moving in.

With a shake of your head, you backed away. “You’re unbelievable,” you replied, almost giving in when he pouted. That look probably got him whatever he wanted with most people. “And I’m not going back to your place today.”

“Why not? Like you said, you left me your number,” he said, making a show of holding up his phone. “You obviously wanted to, at the very least, talk to me again.”

“Look, Bucky, can we talk about this later? Please? Your sister’s moving in today. Let’s focus on that.”

His shoulders slumped, but he recovered in the blink of an eye. “Okay, you’re right. But you promise we’ll talk? Because I haven’t stopped thinking about last night.”

You bit your lip. Yeah, you wanted to talk to him again and it warmed your heart that he seemed interested in talking to you, too. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it either,” you told him. But you couldn’t dwell on that when you heard footsteps approaching. “I promise we’ll talk later and figure out whatever this is.”

That appeased him for now since he dropped his arm. “Later then.”

“James! Are you done going to the bathroom? I thought you were going to help?” Rebecca’s voice rang out. “Oh, God, you’re bothering her, aren’t you?”

You giggled as you ducked past him. “He isn’t bothering me.”

“But I am offering to order dinner for all of us if she doesn’t mind the company after we bring the rest of the stuff up. Maybe we can all watch a movie, too,” Bucky said from behind you, smiling when you looked over your shoulder with an exasperated gaze. “What do you say?”

You had to smile back because you knew you’d say “yes” before Steve brought the next box in.

And things were about to get a lot more interesting in your life since Bucky Barnes seemed determined to continue whatever had transpired the night before.

Neighbor!Bucky level of being a menace. 😂 I also like to imagine this is a version of Stud and Smartie in another world had she lived with his sister instead. ❤️‍🔥 How long before Becca finds out? What shenanigans will these two get up to? Do you lovelies want to see the night before? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[nimueshell]

⭒✮⭒ Jealousy, Jealousy N.K

⋆Summary: You're the secretary of your fiancé's office, but what happens when he gets a new little assistant that sits in the same company?

⋆ Substance : bunny human kemonomimi fiance! f reader, wolf human kemonomimi! nanami kento, semi-public (office), reader is in heat, size kink, nanami cannot fit all that, rough, creampie, pet names, swearing, possessive reader, whiny reader, fingering, handjobs, squirting, spitting, pet names.

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: first time posting/writing smut, inspired by @luvelle00's wolf nanami on character ai, not preread

Your soft knock barely echoed before you carefully nudged the heavy office door open, your small fingers curling around the polished edge as you peeked your head through the gap. The warm hush of Nanami’s office greeted you: the quiet shuffle of papers, the faint scratch of pen on wood, and the steady click of a keyboard under quick, efficient fingers.

Leona, Nanami’s new assistant that you weren’t particularly fond of, was perched at the small corner desk Nanami had cleared just for her, the neat stack of fresh files beside her elbow barely disturbed as she typed away, her dark brown eyes narrowed in quiet, focused concentration. The soft curve of her lamb ears twitched now and then under the spill of her white curls, flicking at the distant hum of the copier just outside the glass.

You shifted your weight on your snow boots, your soft cottontail flicking behind you as you stepped inside just far enough to see him , your eyes immediately catching on the familiar sight of Nanami’s broad shoulders hunched over the neat spread of papers across his desk. His sharp hazel eyes lifted the second he felt her scent slip through the door , piercing, watchful behind the golden rim of his glasses as they flicked from your worried eyes to the soft, nervous curl of your bunny ears against your hair.

You cleared your throat, your voice quiet and sweet as it broke the careful hush that Leona never disturbed. “Um… Kenny… it’s lunch time…” you murmured, your fingers fiddling with the faux fur at your wrist as you glanced at him from under your lashes, your soft tail giving a shy wiggle through the little slot in your dress.

Nanami's fingers paused on the keyboard, his eyes taking your appearance in with sharp, appraising intensity. Your soft voice, your nervous twitching, the way your ears flopped against your hair; everything about you was so goddamn soft and small and fragile. You looked like you’d break if someone looked at you too hard, and that just made his possessiveness spike all over again. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on your fidgeting hands as he reached up to adjust the glasses on his nose. 

“...Already?” he muttered.

Your soft ears twitched at the low rumble of his voice, your shoulders relaxing just a fraction when his sharp eyes finally landed squarely on you , that heavy, familiar weight you craved pressing into every nervous flick of her tail. You stepped inside a little more, letting the office door ease shut behind you with a gentle click as you padded closer, your snow boots muffled against the polished floor. 

Your fingers fussed with the rose,gold band circling your small finger, twisting it back and forth as you peeked at him through the soft curtain of your lashes. A shy, warm smile curved your lips , the kind that always made his chest clench, that little bunny sweetness that made all that possessive heat in his gut coil tight.

“Yep,” you breathed out, your voice soft but bright like fresh snow under weak winter sun. Your eyes flicked quickly to Leona’s quiet form before drifting back to his face, your soft tail wiggling once behind your dress as you rocked forward on your toes. “And the snow stopped… so I thought we could… y’know…”

Your smile widened just a shy inch, your thumb brushing the band of your ring again like a nervous little promise. “Go to that restaurant ‘round the corner for lunch… just us…” your ears flopped forward against your hair as you waited, eyes wide and hopeful in the hush of his office.

Nanami's jaw flexed at the sweet, hopeful look in your eyes , your faint voice and the nervous twitch of your tail twisting his chest like a steel band. Your sweet scent was like an aching throb in his chest, the urge to press that soft little smile against the desk just beneath his own clawing deep in his blood. The moment you mentioned lunch with just the two of you, no Leona, no pestering Gojo, just you two, he had another idea.

His dusty blonde wolf tail straightening taut behind him. He leaned forward in his chair, his hands flattened against the surface of his desk, his eyes never leaving your face as he towered over you. 

“Come here.” He rumbled, his tone still rough but softer now as he gestured at the space between his legs.

Your ears twitched low when Leona’s quiet typing stopped, the gentle clatter of keys replaced by a hush so thick you could hear your own heart hammering in your ears. You peeked sideways just in time to catch the lamb hybrid rising silently from her small desk, soft curls brushing her shoulders as her wide, dark eyes flicked curiously between your flushed cheeks and Nanami’s hard, unyielding stare.

“Excuse me,” Leona murmured, her voice gentle as a drifting snowflake , polite, practiced, just warm enough to sting as she slipped past you, her soft scent of wild daisies and green, sunlit grass trailing behind her like a taunt. The door clicked shut behind her, that too,sweet fragrance still clinging to the edges of Nanami’s neat office.

Your nose twitched at the ghost of it , her soft cottontail giving a frustrated flick under the snug fall of your white dress as you stepped forward, your boots whispering across the polished floor. You rounded the corner of his broad desk in a shy but stubborn little march, slipping right into the empty space between his spread knees until your soft hips brushed the hard edge of his chair.

Your small hands found his broad shoulders first, then slid higher to wrap around the thick cord of his neck, your fingers sinking into the short, soft hair at the nape as you leaned down, pressing your flushed cheek against the sharp edge of his jaw. Your brow pinched tight, a tiny wrinkle forming between your lashes as one booted foot gave a soft stomp on the floor , just enough to let him feel your huff right against his skin.

You inhaled him , that clean, sharp wolf scent that drowned out the stubborn ghost of daisies still clinging to the collar of his jacket, and your small voice caught just under your breath, sweet but edged with a sleepy, jealous whine that only he ever got to hear.

Nanami chuckled at your jealousy, his tail curled possessively around the back of your legs, his grip on your hips tight and almost bruising as he forced down the urge to bend you over and fuck you right there in the middle of his office. He tilted his head, his mouth finding the curve of your neck with sharp teeth and wet tongue, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses up the length of your neck. His hands shifted, his palms flattening over the curve of your ass to grip the generous flesh in his palms, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp against his ear. 

Your soft breath hitched again when his teeth scraped your neck, a shaky, broken gasp spilling past your parted lips as your small hands slipped from his shoulders to clutch at his collar, wrinkling the crisp fabric between your trembling fingers. Your hips shifted helplessly under the heavy press of his palms, the firm squeeze making your curves mold perfectly into his broad grip as a soft whimper caught at the back of your throat.

You tilted your head up just enough to meet his sharp, hungry eyes, your  lashes damp and fluttering as the warmth of his mouth dragged a shiver up your spine. Your nose twitched again, catching that faint, stubborn ghost of wild daisies and fresh,cut grass clinging to the edge of his suit jacket, and your soft cottontail gave a pitiful flick behind you.

“You… you smell like… Miss Reed…” you mumbled, your voice small and sweet but raw at the edges, your pout trembling as you sniffled softly against his cheek. Your glossy eyes darted over his face , that stern, sharp jaw and the soft glint of his glasses , then drifted away to the neat glass door behind him, the same door you’d sit outside every day, your soft scent tangled with every other set of sharp teeth and hungry eyes in the carnivore wing.

You blinked quick, your lashes wet as you leaned in to bury your nose under his ear, trying to drown out the faint flower smell with the clean, deep wolf scent that always made your heart ache and settle all at once.

Nanami forced your body to perch even more snugly against the growing bulge under his slacks, the heat from your core making his mouth dry and his hands shaking with the need to stuff you full of his cock , to mark you, to own you. His tail twisted tighter around your legs, his chest swelling with want and pure, heated fury as he spoke.

 “I just spent the morning with the lamb’s scent all over me.” He growled, his teeth grazing the curve of your neck. “You have a problem with that, bunny?”

A whine slipped out soft and muffled against his neck, your small, warm body trembling as you pressed in closer, your belly flush to the hard heat straining under his slacks. Your cottontail twitched helplessly behind you, brushing his own tail where it wrapped tight around your thighs like a leash no one else could see.

Your hands slid up to cradle his jaw, your thumbs brushing over the sharp lines of his cheeks as you tipped your nose deeper into the warm crook of his neck, breathing him in like you could scrub every stubborn trace of wildflowers and grass from his skin with nothing but the soft press of your lips.

You sniffled, your lashes fluttering as you peeked sideways at the door , the quiet click of it still echoing in your head, the blinds drawn just enough to keep your world small and hidden but not enough to soothe the soft ache low in your belly.

“It’s… it’s not funny, Ken…” you whispered, your pout brushing against the hot pulse under his ear as you ducked your head shyly. Your voice wobbled, sweet and needy as it tangled with the raw edge of your jealousy. 

“She’s… she’s so pretty…” you mumbled, your soft hips rolling just enough to brush the thick shape of his bulge under you. “And she gets to… gets to be in here with you all day…”

Nanami’s hands slid up your legs to grip the back of your ass again, his fingers digging into the thick, generous flesh through the soft fabric of your dress. He could feel your soft, shaky whine against his neck, the heat of your breath and the quick drum of your heart against his chest. 

His tail curled even tighter around your legs, his grip rough and fierce. His chest swelled at your words, his fingers flexing against your ass as he spoke harshly in your ear. “You think I’d look at her instead of you, sweetheart? Shall I remind you who I proposed to?”

Your soft little whimper caught behind your bitten lip as you leaned back just enough to meet his sharp, burning gaze , your wide eyes glossy and uncertain under the dim hush of his drawn blinds. Your hands stayed cupped around his jaw, your thumbs brushing over the edge of his glasses as if you could soothe the hard line of his jaw with just your gentle touch.

Your nose twitched once, your plush thighs squeezing tighter around his hips where his tail bounded you in place, trapping your soft heat flush against the thick, twitching dick straining under his slacks. You chewed your bottom lip again, your pout pink and shiny as you glanced down at his chest, then flicked your eyes shyly back to his face , voice barely more than a stifled, raw hush.

“Um… b,but… did you even tell her I’m your… I’m your fiancé…?” you mumbled, your voice trembling with something sweet and small that only made his chest clench tighter around all that growling, proprietorial need. Your tail flicked once under the snug fall of your dress as you waited for his answer, your nose brushing his as if you couldn’t stand to be even an inch further away.

His grip on your ass all but tightened, his nails biting into the soft fabric of your dress. His tail pulled your legs even higher, spreading you open against his hard length and trapping your heat right on top of him. He growled against your neck, his teeth scraping against the soft skin there hard enough to leave a lingering, buzzing sting beneath your skin. Nanami’s hands shifted, sliding under the dress to cup your weeping cunt through the thin fabric of your panties, his thumb pressing over your swollen clit through the damp cotton. 

“No.” His voice was more rugged than ever as he answered your question. “And you don’t need to worry about that lamb.” His thumb pressed harder against your clit, circling over your pussy as you whimpered against his neck. “You’re the only one I’m looking at, sweet bunny.”

Your soft squeal broke apart against his throat, muffled by the desperate press of your parted lips to the hot line of his neck. Your plush thighs trembled where they were pinned wide by the tight coil of his tail, your hips rocking helplessly into the rough, perfect drag of his thumb circling over your slick warmth through the damp cotton.

Your lashes fluttered low, your pretty doe eyes rolling back half,shut as your soft breath hitched in ragged little gasps, warm puffs that tickled against the sensitive skin just under his jaw. You nosed deeper into him, your teeth catching the edge of his collar as if you needed to anchor yourself to keep from melting right through his lap.

“Y-You… you should’ve told her…” you whimpered, your voice breathy and high as your hips gave another tiny roll, grinding your soaked panties against his thick fingers like you couldn’t help it, like your body needed to mark him back in the only way it knew how.

Your words melted into a sweet, broken chant against his neck, your nose brushing his ear as your soft tail flicked in tiny, frantic twitches under the snug hem of your dress. “M-Mine… s’mine… mine mine mine…” you mewled, your thighs squeezing tight around his waist as your hips stuttered up into his rough hand, claiming him with every shy, desperate little pant of your name for him.

Nanami’s thumb hooked against the edge of your panties, pushing them to the side to expose your dripping folds to the cool air. His fingers found your swollen clit again in an instant , circling over the sensitive bud with harsh, rough circles, his thumb pressed right against the hard nubbin and grinding against it with every quick movement. 

His tail wrapped around your waist even tighter as his other hand slid up to grab your jaw, his grip rough as he pulled your head back to meet your lidded, lust,blown eyes.  “Look at me sweetheart,” His voice was deep and strident , like it only ever got when he’s caught up in something fierce and feral and wild. His teeth grazed your neck, his tongue sliding up the column of your throat until he could catch your bottom lip between his own , cruel and hungry against your plush pout.

“Tell me who you belong to, Bunny.” 

Your purr slipped out warm and shivery against his mouth , soft and sticky and sweet, catching on the sharp edge of your broken little gasp when his rough thumb ground down harder on your swollen clit. Your hips jerked in his lap, rolling up in desperate little circles that smeared your slick heat all over the thick drag of his fingers, your thighs trembling wide where his tail bound you flush to the iron warmth of him.

Your lashes fluttered so low they brushed your flushed cheeks, your eyes hazy and blown wide open with that wild, pretty desperation only he ever got to see. You tipped your head back into his rough palm, your pout parting for him to taste, your plush bottom lip caught right between his teeth as your voice cracked in a breathless rush.

“Y-You... you…” you mewled, your soft nose brushing his as your hips gave another helpless buck. “Belong t-to you… m’yours… all yours, Ken…”

Your cottontail flicked in quick, shy jolts under the snug hem of your dress, hands clutching at his shoulders like you’d slip right through him if he didn’t hold you down tight, your belly fluttering under the raw, rough scrape of his claim.

Nanami’s thick, long fingers slid deeper into your soaked, silken heat, his thumb still harsh on your twitching clit as he curled his fingers until your back snapped in a trembling arch of delicate little tremors under his digits. His teeth ran down the column of your neck, sharp and insistent over your pulse as it raced behind your hot, soft skin.

His free hand moved to hook under your thigh, spreading you wider in his lap until the cotton of your skirt rubbed against the rough fabric of his pants, the hard shape of his hard and leaking cock rubbing against your needy cunt under your panties. He bit his lower lip with a hum, his fingers circling your needy hole, before he slowly inserted not one, but two of his fingers.

“You’re all mine,” he murmured, eyes shimmering a golden hue, “Every inch, every hole, every noise…it’s mine, bunny.”

Your soft, broken whine spilled into his mouth the second your lips crashed against his, a messy, greedy kiss that muffled the tiny, desperate cries you couldn’t hold back any longer. Your nose brushed his, your lashes fluttering against his cheek as your hips rolled helplessly into the thick, perfect stretch of his fingers curling inside of you, your slick cunt clenching tight with every rough swirl of his thumb over your swollen nub.

You gasped into his mouth when his teeth grazed your bottom lip again, your soft purr dissolving into a shaky moan that vibrated between slobbering lips. Your wide, glassy eyes darted once to the door , unlocked, a breath away from the hush of the outer office where anyone could peek through that thin strip of glass. The thought made your walls flutter tighter around his fingers, your thighs trembling as he spread you even wider in his lap, the cotton of your skirt riding up over your plush hips.

Your hands fumbled at his belt, too clumsy and desperate to care about the quick clink of metal and the rough drag of leather slipping free. The moment you freed him, your warm palms cupped the thick, heavy length of him, your greedy fingers wrapping around him in both hands as you pumped him in quick, messy strokes, smearing his leaking precum over his flushed mushroomed head over your trembling knuckles.

Your hips bucked into his hand, your soft heat soaking his fingers as you tore your mouth from his just enough to moan against his jaw, your sweet voice cracking around his name like a prayer you couldn’t hold back.

“K-Ken  Ken …oh …ah, need you inside me, Kenny, please - please…” you gasped, your breath hot against his ear as you gave him another rough, needy tug that made your cottontail flick under his arm, your belly pressing flush to the thick shape of him pulsing in your grip.

You were desperate and needy, his sweet little bunny falling apart in his lap. Heat swelled in his chest as he listened to your sweet little mewls and whines, his fingers pumping into your tight, slicking cunt. He growled into the hollow of your neck as your nails scraped against his neck, his tongue gliding up the hickeys he left behind in a rough swipe.

Nanami’s palm flattened over your ass, his thumb still rubbing firm circles over your clit with the pad of his thumb, a third finger slipping into your entrance, curling with ceremony. He groaned when your hands twisted over his throbbing cock, his hips moving up with the tempo. Nanami’s tail tightened around your waist, his fingers thrusting higher to find the spot he knew would make you weak.

“How badly do you want it?”

Your soft brows pinched tight, your lashes fluttering low as you dragged your nose along the sharp edge of his jaw, your pout swollen and wet when you leaned in to nip at his lower lip, tugging it between your smaller teeth until a growl vibrated low in his throat. Your lop bunny ears twitched where they brushed his cheeks, the silky fur quivering with every breathless pant that ghosted hot over his skin.

Your hands never stilled, pumping him harder, slick and greedy, your thumbs brushing the thick, leaking head of him before curling back down his length with a soft, desperate whimper. The wet sound of your own pussy around his thick fingers echoed under the hush of the drawn blinds, mixing with the slick slide of your palms around him like some raw, filthy promise only he ever got to hear.

You tugged at his lip again, your nose brushing his when you pulled back just enough to breathe the word out on a broken moan, your thighs trembling wide over his lap.

“S-So bad,” you whispered, your soft small tail flicking hard behind you as you rocked down on his fingers, your hips rolling up into the hardness of him in your hands. “I’m willing to do it… right here… in your office….please fill me up..”

Your lashes fluttered open just enough for him to see the dark, glossy swell of your pupils swallowing the soft pink ring. Your pout curved into something sweet and wicked all at once as you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a needy, breathy hush that made his teeth grit tight.

“Sir.”

His ears flicked back in a dark, rumbling growl at the sound of that nickname, the same one that never failed to twist his gut every time he heard it escape your lips. His fingers gripped your ass hard enough that his fingers pressed deep into the soft flesh, his fingers in your cunt pumping even faster. His cock throbbed desperately in your hands, the hard heat grinding against your needy little fingers as he growled against your jaw.

“Here?” He breathed against your ear. “You want to risk it right here? In my office where anyone can hear us?”

You let out a sweet, breathless hum, soft and broken at the edges as your head tipped back, your throat bared for him like you wanted to feel his teeth there again, sharp and claiming against the hot thrum of your pulse. Your plush lips parted around a tiny gasp when his thick fingers plunged deeper, your walls fluttering tight around the stretch as your hips rocked down to meet every rough pump.

Your hands worked him greedily, thumbs brushing the hot, slick slit at the swollen head of him, smearing his precum down his length as your small fists squeezed and stroked him in quick, messy pulls that made your thighs quiver wide in his lap. Your soft tail twitched under the snug hem of your skirt, brushing his wrist where he pinned your hips down so perfectly.

“Mm’sure…” you moaned, your voice dissolving into a shy, raw whine that crackled at the edges as you peeked at him through your heavy lashes. “E-Everyone left for break…I think.”

Your pout curved into something sweet and sinful all at once, your nose brushing his cheek as you panted soft little breaths into his ear. “Gonna spread… gonna spread your office with my scent…” you whispered, your words sticky and thick as your hips gave another roll down on his hand. Your thumb dragged slowly and teasing over his slit again, smearing the mess across your knuckles as you panted harder.

“Don’t want… d-don’t want you or your office to smell like Miss Reed…” you breathed, your lashes fluttering as your hips bucked helplessly in his lap, your belly pressing to the hard heavy shape of him throbbing in your hands.

His fingers curled deep inside you, your slick heat clenching around him as you moaned and whined desperate in his lap. He growled against your neck, his mouth hot and wet against your skin as he spoke in a rough, harsh rasp. 

“S’right? Gonna make me smell like you, so needy,” He growled, his teeth grazing your neck in sharp, rough little bites. “No one else gets to smell you but me, not even those greedy fucks out on the floor. You’re mine. My sweet, sweet little bunny.”

Your whine broke into a soft, choked cry, your plump lips falling open around a helpless little gasp as your hips jolted in his lap, stuttering once before they picked up again in frantic, messy rolls. Your soft belly quivered against his cock that was held by your hands, thighs trembling wide around his hips as you pushed yourself down harder on the thick stretch of his fingers curling deep inside you, pulling that tight, hot ache right to the edge.

Your lashes fluttered once, twice, then your eyes rolled back so sweet and pretty when his teeth scraped sharp down your neck again, marking you with every raw, claiming bite. Your soft bunny ears twitched low against your hair as your breath hitched, your cottontail giving a frantic flick under his forearm just before you broke apart for him.

Your slick heat clenched so tight around his fingers, greedy and wet and so perfect, before you gushed out in a sudden, helpless rush that soaked the soft fabric of his slacks, the sharp edge of his suit jacket darkening under the mess of your sweet, trembling orgasm. Your thighs gave a tiny, useless squeeze around his hips as your soft, breathless moans filled the hush of the office, sweet, stuttering little sounds that made the heavy slap of your palms slowing over his thick length sound all the filthier.

Your hands kept pumping him in slow, sloppy strokes, your thumbs dragging lazy circles over his leaking head even as your body melted into the hard drag of his chest, your lips parted in soft, shivery gasps against his throat.

Nanami’s rough groan rumbled low in his chest, vibrating against the warm, slick curve of your throat as his hips snapped up helplessly into your small, greedy hands. His thumb never slowed over your swollen, soaked little nub, dragging tight, rough circles that made your slick gummy walls flutter all over again around nothing but the thick air of his office. The sound of your sweet, soft panting tangled with the wet slap of his cock sliding through your fists, every pump wet and messy from the spill of him leaking hot over your knuckles.

“You made… such a mess, sweetheart…” he rasped, his voice so rough and low it scraped up your neck like claws through velvet. His canines sank deep into his lower lip, the sharp bite keeping the ragged, raw snarl in his chest from echoing too loud through the hush of glass walls. But even so, the sharp, primal growl slipped out anyway, just a soft, dark edge that made your thighs twitch where they stayed spread wide in his lap.

His dusty blonde wolf ears pinned back into the rumpled fall of his hair, his hazel eyes flashing bright gold under the slant of his lashes as he tipped his head back, only to snap it forward again to catch the sight of you: flushed and open and dripping, your sweet scent thick as honey in the tight hush of the office.

His tail wound tighter around your hips like a leash, the soft brush of your cottontail trapped under his wrist as his big hands slid over yours, guiding your smaller palms up and down his slick, throbbing length until that thick seed burst out in hot pulses across your trembling fingers. His sharp eyes flicked down to the mess they’d made on his expensive slacks, then back up to your glassy, half,lidded eyes as his chest heaved, every harsh pant soaking the air in nothing but your scent. Sweet. Heavy. His.

One big hand slipped from your wrists to your soft hip, rough and hot as he dragged you closer positioning the soaked, pulsing slit of your soaked pussy right over the swollen head of his length. His other hand slid down to tug rough at your tail,  a low, dark hush murmured against the hot curve of your open mouth when you whined so soft and sweet for him.

Your hips gave a tiny, helpless buck at the sharp pull on your cottontail, the sweet, sticky tip of him sliding right against your fluttering entrance until the slick head nudged inside, stretching you open with a messy, wet pop that made him snarl.

“Good… fuck… good girl,” he groaned rough and low against your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse as his hands flexed hard on your hips, pressing you down until your trembling heat swallowed the thick crown of him inch by greedy inch.

Your whimper spilled out soft and desperate as your plush thighs trembled wider over his hips, hands sliding up his broad shoulders, clinging to the thick muscle under his shirt like you’d slip right through him if you let go. Your gushing walls squeezed around him so tight you could hardly breathe, the stretch dizzying as your hips rolled slow and shaky, trying to ease him deeper even as your head fell back in a helpless gasp.

Nanami’s big hands gripped your ass rough and possessive, his fingers digging into the soft, thick flesh until it spilled between his calloused palms. He spread you wider over his lap, forcing you to take every last inch until the thick crown of him nudged right against your cervix, pulling a tiny cry from your throat that broke right into his mouth when he leaned in and bit at your pout.

“Too… too big… ah…” you mewled, your voice cracked and raw as your lashes fluttered low. But Nanami’s low tsk made your hips shudder, your cottontail flicking as his dark voice rumbled up your spine.

“You can take it,” he growled, his lips brushing yours, the rough scrape of his teeth giving way to the hot slide of his tongue pushing past your parted lips, claiming the soft moan that spilled from your chest. “Take it like a good little bunny, huh? All of it.”

He thrust up hard, one brutal snap of his hips that drove you down in one sharp, slick plunge until he bottomed out so deep your vision went white behind your lashes. The wet, obscene squelch of your slick pussy swallowing him whole filled the hush of his office, your tangled scents thick and heavy as honey.

“F-fuck so tight,” he snarled, his voice low and frayed as he pressed his forehead to yours, the rough edge of his nails biting crescent marks into your ass when you squeezed around him like you’d never let him go. His tip brushed that soft, swollen spot so deep inside you that you cried out his name, half-sob half-plea as your hips gave a messy buck down that made his sharp teeth flash in a wicked grin.

“Gonna put a baby in you,” he rasped, his voice thick and raw with that wild, primal need only you ever got to see. The filthy promise made your hips snap down again, your belly pressed flush to his as he bucked up to meet you with a deep, shuddering groan.

Your soft whimper dissolved into a rough, messy kiss, lips parting wide for him as his tongue pushed yours down, swallowing your moans as his hips rolled up slow and deep, every thick drag filling you so full you could feel him everywhere.

“Yeah? You wanna be a mom?” he growled against your lips, his deep chuckle broken by a ragged snarl as your walls clenched tight enough to make his cock twitch. “You’d… ha… be a good mom, bunny. Big and round with my baby.”

The filthy promise tangled in your chest, pushing another soft cry from your throat as you kissed him deeper, their tongues sliding slick and greedy as your hips stuttered in tiny bucks, every wet slap echoing with the thick squelch of your soft pussy milking him deeper, their blended scent so thick and raw it clung to every inch of polished glass.

Nanami’s growl rumbled low in his chest, vibrating straight through you when his big hands hooked under your trembling thighs, the raw heat of his palms pressing into the soft flesh just above your knees. His tail, thick and warm, uncoiled from your hips only to snake higher around your narrow waist, cinching you snug against him as he stood, his broad frame towering over your flushed, needy body.

The sudden shift made his cock drive impossibly deeper, burying so thick and hard inside you that your gasp broke into a ragged moan, your soft back arching away from his chest as he shifted you higher in his arms. He barely paused,  just long enough to stalk the two steps to his pristine, polished desk before he laid you out across the smooth wood with a heavy thump, papers and pens scattering to the floor like they didn’t matter at all.

His hips never stopped moving, thick and ruthless as they bucked up into your tight, drenched core with wet, messy slaps. One big palm dragged up your belly, rough fingertips finding the taut peaks of your nipples through the thin stretch of your dress. He pinched one between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the stiff bud until your sweet moan spilled out, raw and broken under the hush of drawn blinds.

“Oh?” His voice was a rough, mocking purr, hungry and proud as his mouth ghosted over your parted lips. “No bra at work? How bold of you, bunny.”

He growled low at the answer he pulled from your throat, the raw squeeze of your walls milking him deeper as he hooked his fingers under your dress and dragged it up, bunching the soft fabric high until it barely covered the swell of your chest. The sight of your bare, flushed nipples made his hips buck harder, rougher, his tail lashing behind him like a wolf on the edge of losing every last shred of restraint.

He dipped his head, mouth closing hot and wet over one perked nub, his teeth grazing the soft flesh before his canines sank down just enough to sting, marking you up as his as your hips stuttered against him. His other hand worked your clit in tight, punishing circles, rough fingertips dragging slick from your messy folds as you writhed beneath him.

Your head snapped back, your back bowing off the desk as your fingers scrambled for purchase, finding his wolf ears instead, pulling at the soft fur with a broken moan of his name that made his cock twitch inside you, so deep you could feel every thick pulse.

“You’re so good, fuck, so good… so wet for me, bunny,” he growled, his voice shredded as he pulled back from your chest, lips shiny with spit as he dragged his mouth up your throat. One hand slid from your clit to your loppy bunny ears, gripping them rough enough to tilt your head back, your mouth falling open pretty and wide just for him as your glossy eyes locked on his.

His hips snapped up, brutal and deep, the desk rattling under them as he spat, warm, thick, the mess of it dribbling from his lips right into your parted mouth. Your tongue caught it with a soft, innocent look that broke him apart, your throat working as you swallowed every filthy drop down, your voice a shredded mewl of his name as your slick walls fluttered tight.

“Fuck, s-such a good bunny taking her wolfs cock,” he snarled, the praise torn from his chest as your climax crashed through you, your hips bucking, thighs trembling wide as your orgasm squirted out in messy pulses, drenching your stomach and the sharp line of his hips with each desperate, helpless spurt.

Nanami’s low groan cracked into a sharp, feral snarl as your heat milked him deeper, his nails tearing the remainder of your ruined panties off your hips in a single rough rip before tucking the scrap into his back pocket like a trophy. He leaned over you, his chest pinning you down as he kissed you hard and sweet, swallowing your whimpers right as his cock twitched deep, thick pulses of seed spilling into you until you were swollen and full, every last drop buried deep where only he’d ever reach.

Nanami’s breath rattled in his chest, a low, rough huff that misted warm over your damp, flushed skin as his hips gave one final, slow roll to press every last drop deeper. He let out a quiet growl when your soft walls fluttered again, greedily clinging to the thick drag of him even as he slowly pulled free, the wet, sticky sound of your messy core echoing sharp in the hush of the ruined office.

He dipped his head to press a warm kiss to your forehead, a soft, fleeting thing that almost felt too gentle for the filthy mess you’d made. He didn’t move far, just enough to slide a hand into his suit’s breast pocket, tugging free the crisp white handkerchief he kept there for moments exactly like this. His big hand spread your trembling thighs wider on the desk’s polished wood, his rough fingers brushing your slick skin as he dabbed away the mess with patient, quiet care.

But when your sweet little hips twitched again under his touch, your mouth falling open in that raw, broken gape he loved so damn much, he chuckled low, the sound rumbling warm in his chest as he pressed two thick fingers back into your swollen entrance, pushing his seed right back where it belonged.

“Stay still,” he murmured gruffly, the corners of his mouth curling into something sharp and dark as he watched your belly shiver under his palm. He helped you sit up slow, steadying your soft hips with one broad hand while the other tugged your dress back down over your trembling thighs, smoothing the wrinkled hem with a rough swipe of his thumb.

His sharp hazel eyes flicked to the streaks of your scent on the glass behind them, then back to the soft curve of your flushed cheeks as he brushed one big knuckle along your jaw. “Well,” he rumbled, his voice dry but warm with that low, teasing edge only you ever pulled out of him, “my office and I smell rich with honey now.” He ducked to press one last kiss to your temple before tucking himself back into his slacks, his rough fingers pausing at his zipper as he glanced at the dark stain on the ruined edge of his suit pants.

He grunted, his tail giving an amused flick behind him as he muttered under his breath, “At least I have an extra pair of pants for days like these…”

Please do not plagiarize

[littlestrainbow]

Random Agere Advice 💖

🩷 You can often find bodysuits in the womens section in regular clothing stores! They are usually cut a bit different then baby bodysuits, but are a much more accesible option (that are probally also easier to wear in everyday life)

🩵 If you like purees, canned ones are almost always cheaper than pouches. There are also reausable pouches if you really want the pouch-experience

💜 You can take your paci into the bath with you as long as you don‘t submerge your head and rinse it afterwards! Same goes for the shower (Honestly no idea why I thought you couldn‘t but you absolutly can)

💙 Consider prereading books/prewatching shows when you are big or have someone do that for you so you don‘t get surprised by themes that upset you. There are also sites like doesthedogdie.com that list common triggers (for me seeing things that upset me will just snap me out of littlespace, so I can preread things myself while big, but if you have a more extreme reaction, consider asking someone for help)

❤️ Consider not beeing online or at least implementing extra safety mechanisms if you aren‘t able to moderate your online-experience as well when regressed and/or have bigger issues with dealing with seeing upsetting things

💛 Prep snacks and activities before regressing or have someone help you with prepping, it makes life a lot easier

🧡 Have a spot for when you need to fully put your little gear away, somewhere where it‘s just completly out of sight and out of the way. It‘s much easier if you have a plan before you need to have like a electrician over for a emergency and have ten minutes to get things out of the way.

🤍 Regularly switch out the tips of baby bottles and pacis, they just get gross after a while