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nimueshell · 27 days ago

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⭒✮⭒ 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

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creepyn00dles · 8 months ago

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cw - nsfw, hybrid-satoru (ears and tail) and i'm bad at writing lmao

reblogs, likes and comments are very appreciated

puppy satoru who whines at your shared apartment door for you to come home, hes just so heart broken that his love isnt here to give him affection

puppy satoru who's tail constantly wags at your side the second you come home from work

puppy satoru who gets a little too excited when you strip off your work clothes

puppy satoru who whines as he humps your bare thigh begging for you to touch him

puppy satoru who makes sure the night ends with eating you out until you came enough for him to enjoy all of you

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sugarcoatedpuppyy · 8 days ago

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KEMONOMIMI/HYBIRD READERS! (P2)

putting this here so I can remember all the hybird readers lalalalal – (readers for this one use she/they/just feminine overall unless specified) [3/? READERS LISTED]

Lamb! Reader 🐑⛅️

very sensitive to temperature, constantly cold. will randomly buck their head against yours (I cannot promise it'll be done softly). enjoys causing trouble and exploring. loves socializing but will sometimes get overstimulated. also enjoys making bracelets.

Red Panda! Reader 🐾🍓

very very sleepy. not seen being that active besides later in the day/night. likes climbing up to higher places/trees. not really fond of physical touch, but will allow it when need be.

Butterfly! Reader 🦋🫧

warm and polite. has a angelic touch, and brings warmth into whatever room they walk in. overall a joy to be around, although silent as can be. barely speaks, but still shows kindness in different ways. Usually found outside, either in a garden or on swings. loves picking flowers.

HOME

#sugarcoatedpuppyy #x reader #fanfic #x reader fluff #hybird reader #hybird x reader #x kemonomimi reader #kemonomimi #x hybird reader #x lamb reader #lamb reader

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flower-shadowolf · 1 year ago

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❀ •🌹━━━━━━━ •🌹• ━━━━━━━🌹• ❀

Holi, 💖 este es el inicio de un proyecto llamado "Surrealis Eternam: Recuerdos". Está historia nos mostrará la vida diaria de los monstruos, sobre todo de uno en particular, Tauma, a su vez, nos presentara a T/N quién será el amor platónico de Tauma, se mostrará como avanza su relación, puede terminar bien, puede terminar mal o muy mal. Todavía no he decidido si este proyecto será en forma de novela visual, comic, videos e imagenes aleatorias que vayan explicando y contando la historia, pero tengo en mente ir dando pequeños datos o spoilers sobre la historia y personajes, asimismo compartir uno que otro dibujo. No sé cuánto tiempo llevé completar el proyecto, ya que no esperaba que el lore se alargará bastante, 😅🥲 yo planeaba que fuera algo mucho más simple, pero comencé a meter varias ideas, lo que lo volvió más complejo. Esperó que todo salga bien y podré presentarles el proyecto completo. ❤️‍🩹🍀

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Hi, 💖 this is the beginning of a project called "Surrealis Eternam: Recuerdos" (Surrealis Eternam: Memories). This story will show us the daily life of monsters, especially one in particular, Tauma, in turn, will introduce us to Y/N who will be Tauma's platonic love, it will show how their relationship progresses, it can end well, it can end badly or very badly. I have not yet decided if this project will be in the form of a visual novel, comic, videos and random images that explain and tell the story, but I have in mind to give small details or spoilers about the story and characters, and also share one or another drawing. I don't know how long it took to complete the project, since I didn't expect the lore to be quite long, 😅🥲 I was planning for it to be something much simpler, but I started adding several ideas, which made it more complex. I hope everything goes well and I will be able to present the complete project to you. ❤️‍🩹🍀

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✮ • ━━━ • ━━━ • 𒅒 • ━━━ • ━━━ • ✮

❀ • 🌺 ━━━━━━ • 🌺 • ━━━━━━ 🌺 • ❀

꧁༒ Información // Information: Tauma ༒꧂

⚠️ Será breve la información // The information will be brief ⚠️

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Tauma es un monstruos bastante alto, fuerte y musculoso.

Tiene patas como un gato con garras muy filosas.

Se puede transformar en una criatura pequeña y muy tierna.

Tiene una cola larga y fuerte con plumas llamativas.

Le gana por mucho en estatura a T/N.

Es amable, pero puede cambiar drásticamente de actitud si no le agradas.

Fue un paciente psiquiátrico muchos años atrás.

Le gustan las ranas.

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• Tauma is a fairly tall, strong and muscular monster. • It has legs like a cat with very sharp claws. • It can transform into a small and very cute creature. • It has a long, strong tail with striking feathers. • He beats Y/N in height by a lot. • He is kind, but can change his attitude drastically if he doesn't like you. • He was a psychiatric patient many years ago. • He likes frogs.

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✮ • ━━━ • ━━━ • 𒅒 • ━━━ • ━━━ • ✮

𖥸 • ❤️ ━━━━━ • ❤️ • ━━━━━ ❤️ • 𖥸

✨ TRANSLATION ✨

~ Tauma: Hello, you. 💕

𖥸 • ❤️ ━━━━━ • ❤️ • ━━━━━ ❤️ • 𖥸

✮ • ━━━ • ━━━ • 𒅒 • ━━━ • ━━━ • ✮

𖥸 •☀️ ━━━━━━ • 🌕 • ━━━━━━ ☀️• 𖥸

~ ¡Que tengas un lindo día, tarde o noche! ✨🪄

𖥸 •☀️ ━━━━━━ • 🌕 • ━━━━━━ ☀️• 𖥸

~ Have a nice day, afternoon or night! ✨🪄

𖥸 •☀️ ━━━━━━ • 🌕 • ━━━━━━ ☀️• 𖥸

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privitivium · 6 months ago

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Frothing at the mouth due to Dio x werewolf reader fic asdfgjkkll

Could we, by chance, get more?

Wolf! Reader going through a rut of sort and Dio deciding to muzzle and chain us up then tease us instead of letting us mount him. It's a shame the chains are weaker than Dio thought against horny wolf who wants his master more than air at the moment...

(Not to mention the potential for wolf! Reader abd Vanilla Ice to fuck fight for Dios attention!)

dio brando, werewolf male reader... vanilla ice, ww male reader

cw. breeding.,,,. blood mentions. dio degrading. knotting... 'mutt/good dog - lord dio'... hatefucking w vanilla ice ?!

how could he? during your most sensitive time where you need your lover...?!?!!

pulling at the collar around your neck, growling, snarling like a true rabid animal... thrown into a rut, and thrown into iron restraints like you were a beast! not too far off the mark,,, but it still hurts your feelings! it's kinda on you. you really thought he'd give in immediately, given your situation. the overwhelming urge to fuck. to make love. to feel your vampiric god of a lover from the inside and stay there ... whining and whimpering, aching for the touch of your lover...

ㅡ"that's a good dog. marvel at your master's body..." dio finds you humorous... torturing you with playing with himself, spreading himself and showing off his hole right in front of you on his extravagant bed. taunting!!

"how's this, mutt? don't you like what you see?" laughing to himself, not allowing himself to utter a moan... playing with himself just for the sake of mocking you. ,,,

thinking, no, no, no,o, dio please,,,, whining incoherent, clawing against the restraints - how could he do this to you? holy fuck it hurts. hurts so good,,, that aching stinging feeling of your needy fat cock being denied. not being stimulated by something hot and wet - and dio is right there... right there, so pretty. blond hair ruffled,, looking flushed and sweaty.,,, thick thighs with a thin layer of sweat, glossy looking.

you didn't even realize you broke free at first... too busy marveling. hadn't realized you were throwing yourself at him. until he yelps out in surprise, clearly amused. Tch

dumb idiot you... your instincts take over at the pitiful sound,,, dio, ohh lord dio,,, you're right inbetween his legs throwing him on his back.,,, slotting inbetween his muscular thighs, groping him and touching him all over. ,,,

is that fear in his narrowed crimson eyes? maybe. this is what he gets, right? hurting you, he gets hurt in return... but maybe not... you could never scare lord dio, could you? no, never... he could always overpower you. superspeed, could claw your neck... but he doesn't.

"nasty dog..." he growls, reaching up and grabbing you by the nape, digging his nails into your skin - sure to make you bleed as your tip pierces him, "just couldn't wait, hm? to be that desperate for me..." makes him feel some kind of way. he sighs shakily, feeling full on your thick length ,,, "pitiful thing..." he drawls, yanking you down to roughly press his puckered lips against yours, marveling as you give into him so easily, parting your lips obediently. lord dio taking the chance and biting down on your bottom lip in retaliation,,,

grabbing him by the jaw and forcing him away, nearly pausing at your actions - how could you touch him such a way-?! but the way he cries out... youve never heard such a noise... it's incredible. dio whining and clawing at the sheets as you try and reach deeper inside, wanting to be as close as possible. tonguing the roof of his mouth, remnants of your blood on his tongue making his brain fuzzy...

have you gone too far? you haven't... he isn't complaining, he's crying out for you. grabbing at your arms for leverage, throwing his head back and baring his neck you'd like to snap your teeth on...

fog clearing in your mind the tiniest bit... "mh-mm' sorry, l-lord dio..." but are you? are you really... you don't seem all that apologetic, hounding on him, groping him, gone rabid...,,, not thinking of the possible consequences, dumb from the pleasure and the way he's moaning so breathless, rhythmically with the movement of your hips. dio, dio, dio...

"... g-good dog, good dog... moremoremore-" digging his nails into your skin, arching his back. he likes it - he loves it. you give him more.

groping at his squishy fat pecs, imagining milk spilling through your fingers, sucking at the imaginary source, dio's moans heaven - thoughts of stuffing him with your kids, making him grow pups inside his tummy - filling your mind and making you fucking stupid and growl like a dumb ol dog... getpregnantgetpregnantgetpreg-

knotting him?ㅡknotting him. head dizzy at the thought of your seed buried so deep inside him, knowing it can't take... but the thought is still enticing, isn't it?!! remnants seeping down the vampire's ass and onto the sheets, ,,, licking his neck,, mumbling apologies - even if it was his fault you reacted the way you did...! future ideas in mind to torture you even more?

"you could never please him the way i do, get it in your thick fucking skull!" you knock at his forehead, and he slaps your hand away, glaring at you. "lord dio would never let a disgusting creature like you inside his glorious body..." hey, that's insulting to dio, isn't it?! considering he has...! you fume, glaring nasty at him... planning to show him just where to stick all that hatred he has for you.

ㅡ"hey now... not so whiny now, are you?!?" grabbing a fistful of his long, pretty brown hair in your fist, yanking his head to look at you. glossy eyed, drooling, "disgusting... fucking cock..." he spat, squirming to inch down... clearly in denial...

also... showing off your dick. showing off the green lipstick ring around the base, vanilla gagging to try n taste dios leftover taste. Something...

#dio brando x male reader #dio brando x reader #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #amab dio/amab reader/amab vanilla ice #demi human? kemonomimi?

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demonboysdelight · 16 days ago

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Hiii! May I request POLY Saja boys x female werewolf reader?

Summary:

The Saja boys always thought their s/o was just a human but then found out she isn't. They brought back some Mcdonalds and found that their s/o wasn't there, then they suddenly heard some howling coming from the balcony to find their s/o howling to the moon, she got caught and immediately ran to the bedroom hiding herself, not scared but just embarrassed

Fun Facts for the reader to add!

1. Reader doesn't transform into a werewolf in the full moon like the stereotype but she can transform whenever she wants to, when she howls, she attracts other wolves

2. Reader doesn't have fur on her skin, she's basically a kemonomimi, a human physical appearance with wolf ears, tail, fangs, claws and wolf like eyes

3. Reader has cat antics, like chasing the red laser and when her palm is pressed, claws come out

4. Reader's tail wags when their being petted

5. Reader likes to blast on "Blackpink" and "Momoland" songs

Here you go, I hope it meets your expectations. (3

Saja Boys: Moonlit Secrets | Saja Boys x Werewolf! Reader

The apartment was unusually quiet when the Saja Boys returned from their late-night recording session, McDonald bags rustling in their hands. Jinu fumbled with the key card, his usual confident demeanor softened by exhaustion, while Abby balanced multiple bags against his broad chest, the mint green of his Hawaiian shirt catching the hallway's fluorescent lights.

"Y/N should be awake," Romance murmured, his pink hair slightly disheveled as he peered through the darkened windows. His heart-shaped necklace caught the dim light as he turned toward the others, a worried expression crossing his angular features. "She always waits up when we're recording this late."

Baby Saja rolled his eyes beneath his mustard yellow newsboy cap, though there was a hint of concern in his sharp gaze. "Maybe she actually got tired of waiting for us for once," he said with his characteristic deadpan tone, but his fingers tightened around the McDonald's cup he was holding. Despite his sarcastic exterior, he'd grown protective of their shared girlfriend in ways that sometimes surprised even him.

Mystery remained silent, as was his habit, but his posture had stiffened slightly. The way his shoulders tensed beneath his blue vest suggested he was more alert than his quiet demeanor let on. His visible mouth formed a thin line as Jinu finally managed to get the door open.

"Y/N?" Jinu called out as they stepped inside, his voice echoing in the spacious apartment. The living room was empty, soft lamplight casting long shadows across the modern furniture. "We brought your favorite - those chicken nuggets you always steal from Baby's meal."

The youngest member snorted. "I never said she could have them," he muttered, but there was no real annoyance in his voice. If anything, he always ordered extra specifically for you, though he'd never admit it outright.

Abby set the food down on the kitchen counter, his muscular frame moving with surprising grace. "Her shoes are still here," he observed, his keen eyes scanning the entryway. This was typical of him - while others might miss such details, Abby had always been remarkably perceptive despite his confident, somewhat laid-back exterior. "So she didn't go anywhere."

Romance was already moving toward the bedroom, his heart-print jeans swishing softly with each step. "Maybe she fell asleep? She's been working really hard lately with that new project at—"

A long, haunting howl suddenly echoed through the apartment, cutting off his words. All five boys froze, the sound seeming to reverberate through their very bones. It was wild, primal, and utterly beautiful - a sound that spoke of freedom and ancient instincts.

"What the hell was that?" Baby Saja whispered, his usual sarcastic composure cracking just slightly. His pale blue eyes had widened, and for a moment, he looked almost his apparent age rather than the centuries-old demon he actually was.

The howl came again, longer this time, and unmistakably coming from their balcony. Jinu's dark eyes narrowed as he recognized something familiar in that wild sound, though he couldn't quite place what. His demon instincts were prickling, sensing something supernatural that wasn't quite demonic.

"That's not..." Romance started, then trailed off, his pink eyes growing wide with realization. "That sounds like..."

Mystery was the first to move, his usual shy demeanor forgotten as he strode toward the sliding glass door that led to their balcony. The others followed, drawn by a mixture of curiosity and growing concern. Through the glass, they could see a figure silhouetted against the full moon, head thrown back in song.

Abby's breath caught in his throat. Even from behind, even in this impossible moment, he'd recognize that form anywhere. "Y/N?"

She stood at the balcony's edge, bathed in silver moonlight, but she was... different. Wolf ears, twitching and alert, emerged from her hair. A fluffy tail swayed behind her as she sang to the moon, and when she flexed her hands against the railing, claws caught the light. Her form was still distinctly human - no fur covered her skin - but the lupine features were unmistakably real.

"She's..." Jinu's voice was barely a whisper, his mind reeling. In all his centuries of existence, he'd encountered many supernatural beings, but this was entirely unexpected. "She's not human."

The howl reached its crescendo, and for a moment, none of them could move. The sound was so pure, so wild and free, that it stirred something deep within even their demonic hearts. Then, as if sensing their presence, your wolf ears twitched sharply in their direction.

You spun around, your lupine eyes reflecting the light like golden mirrors, and for a split second, the boys saw you as you truly were - a beautiful creature caught between two worlds, wild and free and utterly magnificent. Your fangs gleamed as your lips parted in surprise, and your tail, which had been swaying gently, now tucked slightly between your legs.

"Oh no," you breathed, your voice carrying that slight huskiness that always came after howling. "Oh no, oh no, oh no."

Without another word, you darted past them into the apartment, your enhanced speed carrying you toward the bedroom faster than any normal human could move. The boys heard the door slam shut, followed by the distinct sound of you diving under covers.

For a long moment, the five demons stood in stunned silence on the balcony, processing what they'd just witnessed.

Baby Saja was the first to break the silence. "Well," he said dryly, adjusting his newsboy cap, "that explains why she always knows when we're coming home before we even text her."

"And why she's always so good at finding lost things," Abby added thoughtfully, running a hand through his magenta hair. His analytical mind was already connecting dots - your uncanny ability to locate his missing workout gear, the way you always seemed to sense their moods even from across the apartment.

Romance's heart was practically hammering in his chest, but not from fear. If anything, he felt a surge of affection so strong it nearly overwhelmed him. "She's been hiding this from us," he said softly, his flirtatious demeanor replaced by genuine tenderness. "She must have been so scared we'd find out."

Mystery, still processing, simply nodded toward the bedroom. His hidden eyes were probably wide with surprise, but his visible mouth had curved into what might have been a small, reassuring smile.

Jinu, ever the leader even in moments of shock, took a deep breath. "We need to talk to her," he said, his voice gentler than usual. "She's probably terrified right now."

They found you buried completely under the duvet in their shared bedroom, a human-shaped lump that was trying very hard to be invisible. Your wolf ears were pressed flat against your head beneath the covers, and your tail was wrapped tightly around your waist. The scent of your anxiety was probably overwhelming to your enhanced senses in the enclosed space.

"Y/N?" Jinu's voice was soft as he approached the bed, sitting carefully on the edge. "Love, we need to talk."

"No," came your muffled voice from under the blankets. "I'm not here. I'm in another dimension. A dimension where werewolves don't exist and boyfriends don't catch their girlfriends howling at the moon like some kind of... of furry freak."

Despite the tension, Baby Saja snorted with amusement. "Furry freak? Really? That's what you're worried about?" He sat on the other side of the bed, his tone gentler than usual despite the sarcasm. "Y/N, we're literally demons. We steal souls for a living. I think we can handle a little supernatural."

"It's not a little supernatural!" you protested, your voice cracking slightly. "It's a lot supernatural! I have ears and a tail and I howl at the moon and chase laser pointers and my claws come out when you press my palm and—"

"Wait," Abby interrupted, his perceptive mind catching on something. "You chase laser pointers?"

There was a pause. "...Maybe."

Romance couldn't help but smile, his heart nearly bursting with affection. "That's actually adorable," he said warmly, earning a confused whimper from under the blankets.

"And the thing about your palm?" Mystery spoke up quietly, his soft voice curious rather than judgmental.

Another pause. "If you press the center of my palm, my claws extend. Like... like a cat. Which doesn't even make sense because I'm a wolf, but apparently I have cat reflexes too and I don't understand it and—"

"Y/N," Jinu interrupted gently, reaching out to touch what he thought was your shoulder through the blanket. "Breathe, love. Just breathe."

Slowly, reluctantly, you poked just your eyes out from under the covers, your wolf ears still flattened against your head. "You're not... you're not freaked out?"

"Freaked out?" Baby Saja raised an eyebrow. "Y/N, Jinu literally died as a human and came back as a demon. Romance can make hearts appear out of thin air. Abby's muscles are supernaturally perfect—"

"Hey," Abby protested, but he was smiling.

"—Mystery can become invisible when he wants to, and I can manipulate emotions. We're hardly in a position to judge anyone for being supernatural."

You sat up slowly, the blanket falling away to reveal your wolf ears twitching nervously. "But I lied to you. For months. I've been pretending to be human when I'm... this." You gestured at yourself, at the ears and tail that were now clearly visible.

Romance reached out carefully, his movements slow and non-threatening. "Can I?" he asked softly, gesturing toward your ears.

You nodded hesitantly, and his fingers barely brushed the soft fur. Your ear twitched at the contact, and despite your anxiety, you couldn't help but lean slightly into the touch.

"They're beautiful," he murmured, his pink eyes warm with genuine admiration. "You're beautiful."

"But I'm not human," you whispered, your golden eyes darting between all five of them. "I'm a werewolf, and I don't even follow the normal rules. I don't change on the full moon - I can change whenever I want. When I howl, I attract other wolves. I have cat instincts even though I'm a wolf. I'm weird even by supernatural standards."

Jinu's expression softened in a way that reminded you why you'd fallen for him despite his demonic nature. "Y/N, do you remember when we first met? When you told us you loved us even after finding out we were demons?"

You nodded, your tail curling around your waist defensively.

"You said that who we were inside mattered more than what we were," he continued, his voice gentle but firm. "Did you mean that?"

"Of course," you replied immediately.

"Then why would you think we'd feel any differently about you?"

The simple logic of it made your eyes well up with tears. "Because... because..."

"Because you were scared," Mystery said softly, speaking up more than usual. "We understand fear, Y/N. We understand hiding who you really are."

Baby Saja, in a rare moment of complete sincerity, added, "We've all done things we're not proud of. We've all hidden parts of ourselves. You hiding that you're a werewolf? That's nothing compared to us hiding that we're literal demons."

Abby, ever practical, asked, "How long have you been like this?"

"Since I was born," you admitted, your ears drooping slightly. "My family... they're all werewolves. But I was always different. The cat traits, the ability to change at will instead of with the moon... they said I was an anomaly."

"An anomaly," Romance repeated thoughtfully. "Just like how we're anomalies in the demon world. Demons who can feel love, who choose to be together instead of competing for power."

The observation made you pause. You'd never thought of it that way before.

"Can we see?" Jinu asked gently. "Your full transformation, I mean. Only if you're comfortable."

You hesitated, then slowly nodded. "It's not like the movies," you warned them. "I don't become a full wolf. I just... become more myself."

You closed your eyes, letting the transformation wash over you more completely. Your ears became more prominent, your tail fluffier. Your canine teeth elongated into proper fangs, and your nails extended into claws. Your eyes shifted to a more intense golden color, with pupils that could dilate to catch more light.

When you opened your eyes, all five boys were staring at you with expressions of wonder rather than fear.

"Incredible," Mystery breathed, and coming from someone who rarely spoke, the word carried significant weight.

Baby Saja tilted his head, studying you with renewed interest. "So the cat thing - show us the palm thing."

Despite yourself, you almost smiled. "Really?"

"Really," Abby confirmed, his curiosity clearly piqued.

You held out your hand, palm up. "Just press the center," you instructed.

Romance was the one to do it, his finger pressing gently into your palm. Immediately, your claws extended fully, sharp and clearly functional. But instead of being alarmed, he laughed with delight.

"That's amazing," he said, his eyes sparkling. "It's like you have built-in weapons."

"Very practical," Jinu agreed with a small grin. "Much more convenient than having to transform completely to access demon strength."

"And the laser pointer thing?" Baby Saja asked, and you could swear there was a hint of mischief in his sharp eyes.

Your cheeks flushed pink. "It's embarrassing," you mumbled.

"More embarrassing than the fact that I once got distracted by a shiny object during a soul-stealing mission?" Abby asked dryly.

You stared at him. "You did not."

"He absolutely did," Jinu confirmed with amusement. "It was a disco ball. He spent ten minutes just staring at the light patterns."

"In my defense," Abby protested, "it was a very good disco ball."

Despite everything, you found yourself giggling. The sound made your tail wag involuntarily, which caused Romance to coo with delight.

"Your tail," he said, reaching out to gently touch the fluffy fur. "Does it always do that when you're happy?"

"When I'm happy, when I'm excited, sometimes when I'm nervous," you admitted, your tail wagging faster at his touch. "It has a mind of its own sometimes."

"What else?" Mystery asked quietly. "What other things do you do that we should know about?"

You considered the question seriously. "I have really good hearing and smell. I can track scents for miles. I'm stronger and faster than humans, but not as much as you guys. I can see in the dark. And..." you hesitated.

"And?" Jinu prompted gently.

"I really, really like it when people pet my ears or scratch behind them," you admitted in a rush. "It's like... it's like instant relaxation."

The five boys exchanged glances, and you caught a distinctly predatory gleam in their eyes that had nothing to do with their demonic nature and everything to do with their desire to spoil you.

"Noted," Baby Saja said with the first genuine smile you'd seen from him all evening.

"So," Romance said, settling more comfortably on the bed, "what triggered tonight? The howling, I mean?"

You ducked your head embarrassingly. "The full moon makes me more... instinctual. I don't have to howl, but it feels good. Like singing, but deeper. More primal. And I thought you'd be gone for hours still."

"We finished early," Jinu explained. "The sound engineer had a family emergency."

"I'm sorry," you said quietly. "I should have told you all sooner. I was just..."

"Scared," Mystery finished for you, his understanding tone making your heart clench with affection.

"Yeah."

"Well," Baby Saja said, standing up and stretching, "now that we've got that sorted, can we eat? I'm starving, and the food's getting cold."

"Food," you perked up immediately, your ears practically bouncing with sudden excitement. "Did you really bring chicken nuggets?"

"Your favorite," Abby confirmed with a grin. "Though now I'm curious - is that a werewolf thing or just a you thing?"

"Just a me thing," you said, already hopping up from the bed with renewed energy. "Though I do prefer my meat a little more rare than most people."

"We can work with that," Romance said warmly, taking your hand as you all headed back toward the kitchen.

As you walked, Jinu asked, "So what other songs do you listen to when you're... embracing your wolf side?"

You shot him a sideways look. "You really want to know?"

"We really want to know," Mystery confirmed quietly.

"Blackpink and Momoland," you admitted. "Something about the energy and the beat just... works with my supernatural side."

Baby Saja stopped walking. "You howl to K-pop?"

"Sometimes," you said defensively. "Don't judge me."

"I'm not judging," he said, but he was definitely smirking. "I'm just imagining you howling along to 'DDU-DU DDU-DU' and it's the best thing I've pictured all week."

"Oh god," you groaned, covering your face with your hands. "This is so embarrassing."

"It's endearing," Romance corrected, pulling your hands away from your face. "Everything about you is endearing."

Back in the kitchen, as you all settled around the counter with your late-night McDonald's feast, the atmosphere had shifted completely. The tension and fear had been replaced by curiosity and acceptance, and something even deeper - a sense of completion, as if a missing piece of the puzzle had finally clicked into place.

"So," Abby said as he unwrapped his burger, "what else should we know? Any other supernatural surprises?"

You swallowed a chicken nugget and considered. "Well, I can sense other supernatural beings. That's actually how I knew you guys weren't human when we first met, even before you told me."

"You could sense our demonic nature?" Jinu asked, intrigued.

"Sort of. You all had this... aura. Different from humans. It didn't feel dangerous to me, just... other." You paused. "I was actually drawn to it. Like recognizes like, maybe."

"That explains a lot," Mystery murmured thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?"

"Why we all felt so comfortable with you so quickly," he explained, his quiet voice warm. "Usually it takes us much longer to trust someone new."

"Supernatural attraction," Romance said with a grin. "I like it."

"There's more," you continued, encouraged by their acceptance. "I can communicate with actual wolves and dogs to some extent. And my emotional state affects my transformation - when I'm really happy or excited, sometimes the ears and tail just pop out without me meaning to."

"Is that why you always wear beanies and loose clothing when we're out in public?" Baby Saja asked with newfound understanding.

"Exactly. I've gotten good at hiding it, but sometimes..." you shrugged.

"Sometimes you can't help being yourself," Jinu finished, and there was something deeply understanding in his dark eyes. "We know that feeling."

As the night wore on, you found yourself relaxing completely for the first time in months. Your ears stayed out, twitching occasionally at sounds from neighboring apartments. Your tail swayed freely, and when Romance absently reached over to scratch behind your ears while you were talking, you practically melted with contentment.

"That's the spot," you mumbled, your eyes fluttering closed as you leaned into his touch.

"You're like a big puppy," Baby Saja observed, but his tone was fond rather than mocking.

"A puppy with fangs and claws," Abby pointed out with amusement.

"The best kind of puppy," Mystery added quietly, making you open your eyes to smile at him.

As you all cleaned up from dinner, Jinu asked, "Do you want to go back out to the balcony? Finish your moon song?"

You looked at him in surprise. "You... you'd want to hear it?"

"We'd love to hear it," he said sincerely. "If you're comfortable sharing it with us."

"All of it," Romance added. "The real you, the wild you, the you that sings to the moon."

Your tail started wagging so fast it was almost a blur. "Really?"

"Really," they all confirmed in unison.

Back on the balcony, with the five boys sitting behind you in various chairs and on the floor, you felt a sense of freedom you'd never experienced before. You stood at the railing again, looking up at the full moon, but this time you weren't alone with your secret.

When you threw back your head and howled, it was different than before. This wasn't just a song to the moon - it was a song of joy, of acceptance, of love finally given freely. Your voice soared through the night air, wild and beautiful and utterly unashamed.

Behind you, you could hear the boys' soft murmurs of appreciation and awe. When you finished the long, complex melody that spoke of pack bonds and belonging, Romance started clapping softly, followed by the others.

"That was beautiful," Mystery said, and you could hear the genuine emotion in his quiet voice.

"How did you learn to do that?" Abby asked curiously.

"It's instinctual," you explained, turning back to face them. "Like how you guys know how to use your demonic powers. It just... comes from inside."

"Sing something else," Baby Saja suggested, but not sarcastically. "Something happy."

You grinned, your fangs catching the moonlight. "What do you want to hear?"

"How about some Blackpink?" Jinu suggested with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

"Never," all five of them said in unison, making you laugh.

So you howled again, this time adapting the melody to match the rhythm of "Kill This Love," your voice rising and falling in ways that turned the K-pop hit into something ancient and primal. The boys were fascinated, watching the way your whole body moved with the music, how your tail swayed in time with the beat.

When you finished, Romance was the first to stand and pull you into his arms. "I love you," he said simply. "All of you. Every supernatural, wonderful, weird part of you."

"We all do," Jinu added, standing to wrap his arms around both of you.

Soon all five of them were part of the group hug, and you found yourself surrounded by warmth and acceptance and love so fierce it made your eyes water.

"I love you all too," you whispered against someone's shoulder. "Thank you for... for not running away."

"Where would we run to?" Baby Saja asked dryly. "We're demons. It's not like we have a lot of moral high ground here."

"Besides," Mystery added quietly, "you're pack now. We don't abandon pack."

The word 'pack' made something deep in your chest settle and warm. You'd never had a pack before - your family had loved you but never quite understood you, and you'd never met other werewolves who shared your unique traits. But these five demons, with their own dark secrets and supernatural natures, they understood. They accepted not just your wolf side but your human side, your cat-like quirks, your love of K-pop, your need for independence balanced with your desire to belong.

Later that night, curled up in your shared bed with Romance on one side gently scratching behind your ears, and Baby Saja on the other with his hand resting on your slowly swaying tail, you felt more at peace than you ever had before. Jinu was reading beside you, one hand absently stroking your arm, while Mystery and Abby had claimed the foot of the bed, their presence warm and comforting.

"Hey," you said sleepily, your voice slightly slurred with contentment. "Next full moon, do you guys want to come out with me? See if we can attract a real wolf pack?"

"Are you sure that's safe?" Jinu asked, though he sounded more curious than concerned.

"With you five there? I'd be the safest werewolf in the city," you said with complete confidence.

"Then yes," Romance murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "We'd love to meet your wild friends."

"Just promise me," Baby Saja added with a hint of his usual sarcasm, "that if any of them judge our music taste, you'll defend our honor."

"Always," you promised with a quiet laugh.

As you drifted off to sleep, your ears twitching slightly at the familiar sounds of your boyfriends settling in for the night, you realized that for the first time in your life, you didn't have to choose between your human side and your wolf side, between fitting in and being yourself. You could be everything you were - werewolf and K-pop fan, fierce and gentle, wild and domesticated, strange and wonderful.

And you were loved for all of it.

In the morning, you'd wake up to Abby making breakfast while humming Blackpink songs, Romance leaving little heart-shaped notes around the apartment, Mystery quietly researching werewolf lore to better understand your needs, Baby Saja pretending he didn't specifically buy a laser pointer online, and Jinu planning a moon-watching date for the following month.

You'd wake up to a family that had chosen you, a pack that understood you, and a love that embraced every wild, wonderful part of who you were.

And when your tail started wagging before you were even fully conscious, thumping against the mattress with pure joy, five voices would murmur sleepy good mornings, and hands would reach out to pet your ears and stroke your tail, and you'd know with absolute certainty that you were exactly where you belonged.

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lupusaur · 2 months ago

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mutt!bob x purebreed!reader ramblings (fem reader, breed not specified)

warning(s): bob non-consensually gives reader a mating bite, reader lowkey doesn't like Bob but both take advantage of each other

for this post everyone is a hybrid/kemonomimi, nothing has changed except im yelena's little wife

Bob understands that there's a difference between dogs like him and you. You're the definition of beauty and elegance that's acquired from being in a higher class, while he's just someone you wouldn't spare a second glance in passing. Even after becoming Sentry he couldn't hide that he wasn't perfect without dyeing his ears and tail, something he had doubts about after Ava commented on it.

"She was just surprised you dyed it. You looked different from that cute pup we found in the vault."

Your soft smile is forever engraved into his memory. Bob always felt a connection to you. He knows that you deserve someone who can stand with you as an equal, like Walker. A living textbook example of an Alpha german shepard, something that annoys Bob but strangely calms him as he can guess half the time what Walker thinks. Or maybe Bucky, the charismatic Alpha wolf who has a hundred years of experience and knows more about relationships and mating than he does. But Bob wants to be selfish. He craves your attention on an unhealthy level. It makes him feel guilty for coming to your room late at night under the guise of a nightmare, even if he did have one.

You accepted him into your space, into your bed, and even kissed his head to give him sweet dreams. Something your mom used to do as a kid you said. It left him in a daze to receive such treatment. He didn't realize until later that while the room had a calming scent to it, your scent was bland. Were you an Alpha too? Or a Beta? The Sentry serum elevated his status from Beta to an Alpha, so he was able to be your mate regardless of your secondary gender. That is if you accept him.

But right now as he stares at the back of your head while you sleep, he's content to pull you closer and bury his face into your neck, inhaling deeply where your scent glands would be. It's wrong to be this close regardless of gender and even more to lick someone's scent glands if you aren't courting them but Bob rationalizes it as wanting to know your scent to commit it to memory.

Just one lick. Then two. Three. Ten. He's slobbering all over the back of your neck now, unknowingly stimulating the glands and you. As soon as that sweet scent infiltrates his system it's over. Like the uneducated mutt he is, he unashamedly moans and nibbles at your skin, humping your ass and sliding up your nightshirt to paw at skin.

"B-Bob...?"

Hearing his name in such an innocent tone breaks him. He doesn't realize what he's done after it's too late. It isn't until he tastes the familiar copper in his mouth that he immediately gets off and kneels before you with his ears lowered. Bob is apologizing, crying, and shaking so much that he resembles an abandoned puppy in the rain. Like he didn't just bite down to mark you as his mate without your consent. Like this affects him more than you.

But what can you do? You deliberately hid your scent to not be treated differently, and the thing that you didn't want to happen happened. Bob and Sentry are the same, so who's to say he needs to feel that high to become the Void? Did he feel that high when he was rutting against your ass? Will he send the entire state of New York into their shame rooms if you yell at him?

Sighing, you knelt before him and engulfed him in a hug. You're tired. You hate that you have to be conscious of your actions even in your own room. Being a purebred is hard enough on its own but now a mutt could kill you or make you relive your trauma. And if you get hurt on a mission, he wants to kill the person who dared to touch you. Now he crossed a line and did something that can't be undone.

Even now, you can feel him sniffing your neck and licking apologetically at the wound. If you knew better, he was slowly rubbing his dick against your leg.

"It seems you want to cum rather than help me patch up this wound. I guess all Alphas are the same...."

"S-Sorry!!" Bob stood up with you in his arms, sniffling and muttering something about how he'd take care of everything and to tell him if it hurt. One thing that's nice about him is how easy it can be to make him feel bad.

Having a god that kneels at your feet is nice.

#bob reynolds x reader #robert reynolds smut #hybrid #purebreed!reader #bob reynolds fanfic #omegaverse #abo #bob thunderbolts #bob reynolds smut #robert reynolds #bob reynolds #robert reynolds x reader #thunderbolts x reader #☽༓ramblings

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edgeray · 9 months ago

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EDGERAY'S HALLOWEEN EVENT

“Beware of every corner, dear reader, a creature may linger!” → Genshin Impact women who may not appear as human as they seem. NSFW may be included.

a collection of works from multiple creators on Tumblr, based on the following Halloween themed AUs: - slasher/serial killer, werewolf, vampire, mermaid/siren, demon, angel, dragon, ghost, phantom, goddess, kemonomimi, and alien

Thank you to the below creators for participating! Make sure to follow them and like, comment, and/or reblog to tell them you guys enjoy their content! They're all super talented at what they do and have great stuff! To everyone here (creators and readers), happy Halloween!

Works that are not linked have not been posted yet. Masterlist will be updated when works have been posted.

ART

@calithso

Mermaid! Signora x Reader Suggestive Werewolf! Arlecchino x Reader (same link)

@myfriendscallmebun

Angel! Navia

WRITING

@aetherdoesthings

Goddess! Arlecchino x Reader Platonic

@aixeko

Slasher/Serial Killer! Arlecchino x Reader NSFW

@angelic--kitty

Kemonomimi! Dehya x Reader NSFW

@anoncryinginthecorner

Phantom! Arlecchino & Clervie

@beiibeiii

Vampire! Arlecchino x Reader NSFW

@celuere

Ghost! Arlecchino x Reader

@chucapybara

Phantom! Eula x Reader Phantom! Shenhe x Reader

@e-hibiscus

Demon! Ningguang x Reader NSFW

@edgeray

Alien! Arlecchino x Reader

@hulahoopsoupgroup

Siren! Furina x Reader Dragon! Arlecchino x Reader NSFW

@mihii-i

Vampire! Furina x Reader Goddess! Ei x Reader Siren! Navia x Reader NSFW

@liliewrites

Kemonomimi! Arlecchino x Reader

Ghost! Beidou x Reader Demon! Kujou Sara x Reader NSFW

@melodic-haze

Mermaid! Kokomi

Kemonomimi! Arlecchino

@spikesbunny

Ghost! Beidou x Reader

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angelic--kitty · 10 months ago

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖒𝖎 𝖉𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖆

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, kemonomimi!dehya (kitty features), transfem!dehya x sub!fem reader, breeding, reader dressed up as a kitty for halloween, biting, claws, size kink, oral (both receiving), penetration, car sex

special mention to @edgeray as this doubles as part of their collaborative halloween event ♡

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗

those damn, fluffy white ears that matched the fluffy white tail attached to your bodysuit. the bodysuit designed to look like a playboy bunny.

"i'll be your playboy kitty," you had told her with such a wicked little grin on your face. like you knew you would be tormenting her for the duration of the party.

now she stood in her stuffy suit, an arm around your waist, her large, calloused hand splayed over your hip. you could feel her rough thumb brushing against your thigh through the holes in your fishnets.

archons, you were torturing her. purposefully chatting up everyone you knew at the party, delighting in making her wait her fucking turn to get you alone.

she opened the top few buttons of her collared shirt, tugging at her tie in a way she knew would entice you. she saw the way your greedy little gaze flitted over to her, watching eagerly over the rim of your cheap plastic cup.

her ears twitched from the thumping bass that reverbated throughout the house, her claws digging into your skin, not caring if she tore your tights.

this whole outfit would be getting practically ripped off you sooner or later anyway.

yet, even when you try to be bratty, you are ever the angel. your hand grazes up to her cheek, urging her to place her attention onto you solely. you lean in, lips brushing against her cheek as you kneel up to reach her twitchy ear. "are you okay? is the music too loud?" you ask.

she pulls you closer, shaking her head. "i'm fine. are you having fun?" it's a biting question. you know that. you know if she had it her way, she'd be dragging you back home right now and fucking you into your shared mattress.

alas, despite quite literally being a predatory animal, she bowed to your whims. damn you and the way you kept her wrapped around your finger.

she was a far cry from when you first started dating. as if you had domesticated her. it was almost laughable, really.

if not for the fact that she was in awe of how you alone managed that.

"i'm starting to get a little... exhausted." you mumbled, your lips touching her ear as it flicks against your cheek.

"oh, are you now?" she grunts, enjoying the gasp that leaves your lips when her claws poke into your thigh. "want me to escort you out, sweetheart?"

"let me go say bye to a few people first, okay?" you smile, kissing her cheek, leaving a print of your lipstick that she didn't bother to wipe away. she let you slide off her lap, her thighs staying spread as she waited for you impatiently.

you returned shortly after, feeling her tug you away, keeping a firm grip on your hand. "someone's eager-" you snort, watching her scoff.

"you've purposefully been torturing me, so excuse me, princess." dehya's voice is clipped yet sultry as she gazes down at you. "you didn't tell me it came with a collar." she flicks the bell.

it was soft, thankfully not obnoxiously loud when you had bought it online. the collar itself was a pretty pink color. one she adored on you.

"i thought it'd be a nice surprise." with every step, the bell softly rings, announcing your presence like you really were a housecat. "do you like it?" you give her a cheeky smirk, looking up at her for her approval.

she notices you shivering, and she takes her suit jacket off, draping it across your shoulders. you lean against her appreciatively. she stays relatively quiet, focused on getting you back to the car.

she can feel her own hormones getting to her, making it damn near impossible to concentrate on the road. the heater only made it more unbearable, and her left hand leaves the window to rake through her hair, pushing it back from her forehead.

you seem to notice her distress, pulling your hands away from the warm vents. "you okay?" you ask, a hand pressing to her thigh.

and that's when she decides she just can't take it anymore.

she pulls off to the side of the road, startling you until you realize what's going on.

your eyes immediately slide down to her bulge, begging to be freed from its confinement and you giggle, reaching for her only for her to grab your wrist.

"dehya-"

her eyes are hooded, looking at you less like a girlfriend and more like you're dinner. "backseat. now."

you jump to it, so eager to please her, archons, it drives her mad.

you climb back, kneeling for her as she turns the car off, bathing you both in darkness except for the dim streetlights around you.

your breathing is heavy, excited as she crawls over you. she's big. sometimes you forget just how big until she's looming over you. she grabs your jaw, pulling you in for a searing kiss.

it's messy, filthy, her rough tongue sliding over yours as you moan into her mouth, letting her drink your noises straight from the source.

she settles you into her lap, grinding you against her cock as she grunts, enjoying your soft little whimpers and whines. she drags your body like you're little more than a toy for her, hips jumping up to tease you through that damn bodysuit of yours.

your lips disconnect, a string of saliva connecting you still before it snaps, your head leaning into the crook of her next. "please...please-" you beg, your hips messily grinding against her lap.

"use your words." her hand slides up, rubbing your back almost tenderly for how worked up she is. "go on."

"please...i- i need...i want-" your head already feels fuzzy, the soft ringing of the bell on your collar making your mind go blank as you mindlessly chase pleasure. "dehya!"

you sound so desperate, much like a sweet little kitty in heat. you whine and mewl for her, your back arched. she's almost starting to believe that costume is just part of you.

she tugs the top down, baring your breasts as her hands slide up, cupping your chest. you arch up, shoving them towards her as you grind your cunt against her bulge.

she swipes her thumbs over your nipples, eyeing the way they perk up, her rough tongue teasing them both before she rips the bodysuit right off, tossing you onto the seat beside her.

despite her size, she manages to slink down to the floor, kneeling, forcing your thighs open to accommodate her. she runs her clawed fingers up your thighs, feeling them catch on your fishnets before she merely rips a hole over your panties.

you gasp, sitting upright before she simply splays a hand over your abdomen, pushing you back down. "sit still." she growls, hooking her fingers in your panties, ripping them next.

she's hit with the scent of your cunt, the slick aroma permeating her air, her nostrils flaring. "fuck... princess..." she leans in, her breath ghosting over your flesh, looking up at you expectantly.

your hand shakily takes purchase on her head, nodding desperately. "please, please, please-"

she dives in, careful with her pointed canines as she kisses your clit, teasing you with the softened tip of her tongue, switching to dragging the rough side against you to get you to scream for her.

"oh-!" you squeal, thighs straining under her iron grip as she eats you out like a woman starved.

your back arches up, hands grabbing her hair, slightly too close to her ears as she grunts lowly, snaking her tongue inside of you.

she drags you over the edge, leaving you a panting, shaky mess on her carseat, cleaning you up dutifully. you can see she's lost in her own haze of rut, only thinking of pleasing you; her pretty mate.

her brain has convinced her you really are a kitty... just begging for her to fill you up, to breed you. she can see it now, how perfect you'd look raising her kits together. and from the way you arch up into her mouth, all desperate and whiny, any other thoughts are tossed out the window.

she sits up next to you, palming her cock as you crawl over to her lap. "wanna suck me off, huh, pretty girl?" she grins, teeth glinting in the light as she tugs her suit-slacks down, the hardness bobbing up against her shirt.

she drags her hand right down the fabric, the buttons flying off as her toned abdomen was exposed. her cock leaned towards her skin, causing her to hiss as pre-cum dripped down her abs. she wrapped a firm hand around her base as you eagerly leaned in.

you pressed sweet little kisses to her tip, letting her see the pre-cum sticking to your lips like gloss. you slide your lips and tongue down the prominent vein in her cock, the slick coating your cheeks.

such a messy little thing...

your lips slowly slide down onto her, struggling to take the thickness down your throat as you look up with wide eyes. "you can take it." she assures you, a heavy hand on your head pushing you down until your nose touches her pelvis and the patch of hair there.

tears fill your eyes as you try to breathe through your nose, desperate to please her like the good mate you are.

her hips fuck your throat shallowly, using you like the toy you are. she's filthy with her words, holding your head steady as she praises and degrades you repeatedly, your head spinning.

she pulls out before she can cum, much to your surprise and confusion. "i need to fuck you." she asserts, lifting you up and onto her lap, facing her with your cute expression.

"dehya-" you whimper, still sensitive from your earlier orgasm. she merely shushes you, nipping your neck.

she slides you down onto her, the both of you moaning from the feeling. it was filthy, noisy, and absolutely perfect. she can feel you dripping onto her lap as she picks you up and drops you right back down.

she can see a creamy ring forming around her base and she groans, hips slamming up into yours, drawing out sweet cries and mewls of her name. "dehya- dehya!" you claw at her shoulders, desperately grinding down on her lap.

"you're mine. my mate. mine." she mumbles to herself, delighting in how you rush to confirm it for her, even in your brainless state.

"yours! yours!" you wail for her, squeezing around her as her hips stutter.

"fuck, i have to- need to breed you- mate..." she latches onto your shoulder, biting down when you cum around her, shoving her hips up into yours as she fills you up.

your own body twitches, cunt convulsing around her cock as she laps up the blood she's drawn. "good... so good for me... good girl." she purrs, keeping you plugged up on her lap, licking at your skin to soothe you from your overwhelmed noises.

she pets you like a little cat, keeping you close to her. yet, unlike usual, she's still hard inside of you. she sees your head lift up, giving her a curious look as she laughs. "you didn't think we were done, did you?" she wraps a hand around your throat. "you'll have the time it takes us to get home to recover. i need more room to fuck you properly."

she laughs, wrapping her discarded jacket back around you, buttoning it up. "a damn shame you planned your little rouse during my rut, yeah?" she watches you look up with a fucked out expression already, clearly not having expected this. "well... a shame for you, huh?"

it seemed that such a silly little idea really could transpire into your cunt being sore for days... and the potential for kits on the way.

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occasional-yan-stuff · 7 months ago

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Pairing: Yandere!dog boy X reader X yandere!cat boy

Details: Gn!reader, love triangle, animal like behavior, Kemonomimi

warnings: obsessive behavior, violence, threats, possessive

Yandere dog and cat boys who are fighting over you constantly. When you're in the room they just grit their teeth and bare it to keep you happy but the second you step out they're at each other's throats. They both wish they didn't have to deal with the other but they both just love you so much. Neither can stand to be apart from you.

The cat boy nuzzles up against you and purrs as he smirks at the dog boy who is staring at you from behind. The dog boy leaps on you as soon as he gets home as the cat boy scoffs at him, although secretly, deep down, he wishes he was shameless enough to do it too. You're always getting little gifts from your cat boy, from roses, to jewelry, to... pictures of you? Those tend to get stolen by the dog boy who puts them in his secret place, so naturally the cat boy needs to give you more.

The dog boy loves it when you feed him. It shows him that you care about him and he thinks its cute. Being cute for you is his favorite thing. On the other hand, the cat boy prefers to be the one feeding you. He usually cooks dinner as well and always pays for dates. Providing for you gives him a sense of purpose and he loves to see you dependent on him.

God forbid either of them sees anyone take an interest in you. The dog boy will have an eye on them 24/7 threatening them on the internet and even in the real world until they get out of your life. Similar sentiments are held by the cat boy but he doesn't stop at just threats. To start with, he'll begin to leave dead animals on their door step, but if that's not enough he'll take it to the next level. He has a knife collection and he's not afraid to use it to make people wish they were never born (or worse). If he's in a really bad mood he'll even break out his brass knuckles and use them to beat the person to a pulp. When the job is done he'll usually bring you one of his trophies as a gift. Some of their blood, one of their teeth, even a picture of what he's done to them. "They won't bother you anymore" hell whisper tenderly into your ear. The only reason he hasn't done anything about the dog boy yet is because he knows that if he did, you would cry.

Luxurious dates and fancy restaurants are the name of the game when it comes to the cat boy. He thinks you look stunning in formal ware and loves to hold you close while you dance. For the dog boy that sort of stuff is boring as sin and he would much rather take you on an adventure! He loves to go tho the park with you, or explorer parts of town you've never been to, or drag you out to the arcade, or just stay home and play games. His dates are hardly ever planned, but no matter what you're doing expect mountains of kisses and constant reminders of how much he loves you. Whenever you win a game he'll playfully say it's because he let you but usually it's just because the only thing he ever does is button mashes.

While the cat boy can sometimes seem distant and aloof, the dog boy is in need of constant affirmation. He's always asking if you still love him and if you still think he's cute. Begging for pats on the head and snuggles seems to be his favorite hobby. Sometimes he says he can't live without your warmth.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere drabble #male yandere #yandere cat boy #yandere dog boy #love triangle #definitely wanna write more about these guys in the future #can you tell im a cat person? :')#🥀rose🥀

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bewitched-hours · 2 months ago

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hiii can i request a two time x cat!reader hcs?:D also I LOVE UR THEME AHHHH

Thank you so much!! And honestly I love the idea of reader being a cat kemonomimi(basically like a catgirl/-boy) so let's roll with that-

Reader's pronouns shall be She/They (≧◡≦) ♡

At first they were surprised to see a catgirl in the main cabin. Then again, they literally have a pumpkin head on their team.

The fact you favoured them was more of a surprise though, weren't you meant to seek warmth?

They could understand you enjoyed their company and didn't mind their Spawn ramblings because you enjoy their scritches the most for some reason.

When you began following them around they first thought to include you in their cult practices... At least until you showed no real interest. They still include you from time to time but are a little less insistent on it when you push your paw against their face to give them a gentle "No".

Seeing as you were so attached to Two Time, most of the survivors agree to just let you two be, especially after seeing you single-handedly disarm and calm down Two Time after a particularly close round.

Neither of you really confesses properly. Instead, your relationship just began when you told them you considered them a strong contender for being your mate. They still tease you about your wording for it though... (As if they're much better)

You like wrapping your tails around each other sometimes while cuddling. Although you also do it if you two decide to be a bit more spicy...

Speaking of, you thought you had good endurance in the sheets? Well, guess you finally found your match~

The first time you found that out, the other survivors quickly realized you were practically made for each other... (Much to their collective dismay)

They definitely had to learn to distinguish what you want by the sounds you made, as you had days where you'd go completely non-verbal.

They usually don't care about big or small spoon. They just let you wrap yourself around them as you pleased and would silently thank the Spawn for you being there.

You definitely had to swat at them more than once for holding you up under your arms and showing off that you're smaller than them. (Even if it's just by a few inches)

Your purring is like the sweetest of songs to them. It was like you were silently encouraging them and would even hiss if they dared to stop. Although, seeing you mad over something so small probably just turned them on-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

#forsaken roblox #forsaken #roblox forsaken #forsaken x reader #forsaken x y/n #two time forsaken #twotime x reader #two time x reader

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lovesickpvppy · 7 months ago

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MASTERLIST !

leon s. kennedy

fuckboy!leon x lame!reader hc’s

leon x jirai!reader

nsfw leon x jirai!reader hc’s

summer song

rough!leon drabble

s. geto

all i want is you

sex tape with suguru

freak show

older!bf sugu moodboard

t. fushiguro

toji with kemonomimi!reader

she do porn for me

s. gojo

silly texts with toru

texts with annoying!satoru

obsessive!bf toru moodboard

m. fushiguro

kitty!megumi x puppy!reader

k. nanami

college au nanami hc’s

c. kamo

needy!choso

r. sukuna

untitled

older!bf sukuna moodboard

e. williams

smoking for the first time with bsf!ellie

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tiredfox64 · 1 year ago

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I'm still new to requesting but you know how Johnny Cage calls Frost 'Snow fox'..

What if reader is An artic type of Kitsunemimi / Kitsunemusume, aka and half artic fox type of Kemonomimi but the reader is also fan of Johnny Cage (just not one the over eccentric fans you see at Taylor Swift concerts) so Johnny had no idea til they ask for an autograph (and possibly getting more if it's smut) Which they would act similar to how Thomas did when he was offered a part in Johnny's movie, Smut or fluff works either way for the fic

Kunning and Kurious Fox

Yip notes: Thank you for the specification of Taylor Swift fans they took our Kandi bruh

Pairing: Johnny Cage (MK11) x Kitsunemimi! Gn reader

Warnings: NSFW, Oral sex (male receive)

No way. No way! NO WAY! Johnny Cage himself is gonna visit your location soon! He must be making a movie in the town nearby. Well, you have to take this opportunity to meet him. If you don’t, when else will you get an opportunity like this?

Oh, but you can’t go with your ears and tail out. Exposing yourself to the world like that could have unforeseeable consequences. What’s worse is if Johnny thinks you are strange for having them. You don’t feel shame about yourself but this is an instance where it might be crucial to hide yourself. You might have some clothes and accessories that could help hide your ears and tail.

Yes, yes, this is coming together. This hat will do the trick when hiding your ears. Maybe with these pants and this jacket, you could easily hide your tail. The cold weather will explain your multiple layers of clothes. This could all work out. Now go out there and meet your idol!

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The security guards on set could not handle the amount of fans that came just for Johnny. The director was having a breakdown since they couldn’t get them under control and Johnny was encouraging their behavior. What could the director expect? Johnny loves being in the spotlight, that’s not anything new. It just makes him a bitch to deal with at times.

Once you arrived you were determined to see Johnny and have him sign your Ninja Mime poster that you usually had above your bed. It would be your most prized possession if he signed it. You made your way through the crowd, squeezing past people and even ducking low to squeeze past their legs. There is no need to throw any punches like a Swiftie would.

You finally managed to get to the front of the barricades where you saw Johnny taking pictures with some of the other fans. Those girls were screaming like the rapture just started and an archangel was coming down to collect people. In other words, they were loud as fuck. Once he was done taking pictures with them, that’s when he turned to look in your direction.

In all of Johnny’s career, he has never once seen a fan with so much awe and amazement in their eyes. Among the flashing lights, your eyes shined brighter. You were the only one in the crowd who wasn’t jumping around or screaming their head off. You stood there with pure adoration in your eyes. It was like a reminder of why he even became an actor. Why he loved the approval of others. You stood out amongst the crowd by giving Johnny what he truly wanted.

He started walking towards you, occasionally having to decline interacting with other fans as they tried to grab him. He got in front of you and your face didn’t change. In fact, the sparkle in your eyes grew brighter when you got a closer look at him. You couldn’t see his eyes because of his sunglasses but he looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and tenderness. You were…cute in his eyes. You were almost innocent in the way that this must have been your first interaction with a star. Your mind could not process that the moment was real and you’re more starstruck than excited. Your outfit was also another aspect he was looking at. You looked good, you dressed yourself well when hiding your features. He could only describe it as an androgynous sense of style. Anybody could wear it, but you work that outfit best. The jacket, the pants, the beanie, it all works out well.

“Damn, do you dress like this all the time or did you dress like this to get my attention?” He teased.

You giggled before speaking, “You really like my outfit, Johnny?”

“It’s fantastic. You’re smoking hot in it, babe!”

You felt like the luckiest fox in the world. Johnny Cage was complimenting you and calling you babe. You had to keep yourself calm or else your tail would have wagged too much and be seen. The long jacket could only do so much to hide your puffy tail. You had a moment where you remembered why you were even here and you pulled your rolled-up poster from out of your pocket.

“Johnny, is it alright if you signed my Ninja Mime poster? It would really mean a lot.” You held up the poster, almost hiding your face behind it as if you were embarrassed to ask.

“You didn’t even need to ask. I would have done so no matter what.” He took the poster from you and began signing it.

It was too hard to contain yourself. You were letting out a tiny whine of excitement which was luckily concealed by the ongoing screams. But your tail, oh dear, you couldn’t help it. It was wagging like crazy. To everyone else, they would have thought it was the wind blowing. But Johnny caught a glimpse of that fluffy white tail going a hundred miles per hour. You weren’t even thinking about your tail until you saw the direction his head was looking toward. When you looked back you realized your tail was in plain sight. You panicked as you grabbed onto it and squeezed it to prevent any more movement. You wrapped your jacket tighter against your body to conceal any more notice of your tail. Your head was down in shame as you reached your hand out to take the poster back.

Johnny was amazed though, excited even. He has seen many kinds of people and many kinds of creatures. But he has never seen anything like you. Something with a fluffy white tail. He saw it was not reptilian at all nor was it something basic like a cat or dog. From its shape and color, it had to be a fox tail. If you are what he thinks you are, he wants to get a closer look.

“You know, I was thinking…,” He said as his arm wrapped around your shoulders to bring you in closer, “I think I’d like to get to know you better. You know, spend some time in my trailer, maybe hear what you like about me, letting me find out what I like about you.” He’s hinting at something but it’s flying over your head.

This made you think that you were mistaken before. Maybe he didn’t see your tail. This also could be an example of being blissfully ignorant. You are choosing to believe he is interested in you for a different kind of reason. Just imagine dating Johnny Cage. Okay, don’t, it will be a stressful process.

“That would be amazing, Johnny.” You replied with a bit of shyness yet excitement.

Ah geez, what have you gotten yourself into?

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The director has had enough of Johnny. The moment he hears any moans from Johnny’s trailer he is kicking him out. Scratch that, that would be a disaster.

It all happened so quickly. You didn’t expect to have Johnny kissing you. He was so rough and he slipped his tongue into your mouth like he does this on a regular basis. He’s a desperate man right now. Desperate to get into your pants and desperate to find out the truth. His hands were on your waist to keep you in place as he grinded his body against yours. His boner pressed up against your leg which made you uncontrollable.

Your tail was wagging like crazy. There was no stopping it. Even if you grabbed onto it now it would do you no good. It does Johnny good though since his hand started sliding towards your back before going down and grabbing the base of your tail. You gasp from both surprise and pleasure.

“Haha! I knew it! You do have a tail. Aw, that’s so cute. Wait do you also have…” You didn’t know what he was about to do before he ripped your beanie off and your snow-white ears perked up.

“Yes! You do have fox ears. That’s so hot.” He is clearly excited by this revelation.

You were left in a state of shock. What the fuck just happened? Is this a joke? He doesn’t seem shocked at all. He’s more happy than anything. Are you supposed to be happy by this? This seems so off. But wait, he called you hot again. No, he called your ears and tail hot. You pinched yourself thinking this was a dream and luckily it’s not.

“You think…huh?” You can’t piece the puzzles together.

“Yeah, I think you’re hot. Just look at how hard I am.”

Woah! Alright! That’s a penis. Johnny just whipped his dick out in front of you. Yeah, it sure was hard. And large. And thick. Wh-what the fuck is happening.

You stood there in shock. First, the fact that your ears and tail were discovered was humiliating. Two, he just showed you his penis. You don’t see your idols often but you have an idea that this isn’t a common thing. However, are you mad that this happened? Are you mad that Johnny actually likes who you are? Are you mad that you got to see his dick which you were a bit off with the length he’s a little shorter than you expected? Though that girth is, wow, that could split somebody open.

Look, you came for an autograph and you got it. Wonderful! But you seem to have gained something else. What will you do dear re—are you taking your clothes off?

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Johnny writhes in his seat as your tongue wraps around the head of his cock. He whimpers as he tries his best not to thrust into your mouth, that would be rude. His hands grab onto your hair as you keep pleasuring him with your mouth.

There is a sense of pride that fills your chest. How many people have brought Johnny to this whimpering mess. Only one and that is you. You are surprisingly good, only going off of what nature calls for. Your hands wrap around the base as you take more of him in. Your mouth is so warm and your tongue has the right amount of roughness to really drive him crazy.

You feel Johnny’s hands grab onto your white ears which makes you whimper yourself. He sees how your eyes rolled back a little and he sees how your tail is waving like crazy again. He decided to try something which was super effective. He rubbed behind your ears which excited you. A soothing pleasure that was ten times better than being petted on the head. That’s when you start giving it all you got.

You drool all over his cock, your tongue dragging saliva up and down. There is a wet sound every time your hands stroke him from how wet you got him. The more he pets you behind your ears the better you perform. Your eyes stare up at him with that same adoration he saw before, making him lose some sanity in himself. He wants to see that every time someone sucks his dick. If you’re the only person who could do that so be it. He’ll keep you forever.

Johnny starts to get a little louder, letting out moans and panting like a dog. His legs spread out more as he begins to thrust into your mouth very gently. Fuck that face he was making was gorgeous. Biting his lips and having his eyes roll back like a whore. Your eyes land on his chest where his name was tattooed on. You can see sweat dripping down it while it rises up and down quickly. Then his grip on your ears got tighter and his thrusts became more animalistic.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” You hear him cursing like crazy as your mouth fills up with his warm cum.

When he was done he lets go of your poor ears and sits back down in his seat fully. His cock is coated in cum and saliva. That was a little too much for you. You couldn’t swallow it all so some of it went drinking down your neck and even onto your chest. No matter, that was still hot as fuck to Johnny. A few breaths later and he recovers.

“Sorry for grabbing onto your ears like that. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” He apologizes before leaning forward and petting you.

Your ears may be sore but that pride that you feel will help soothe the pain. The head pats help too. You could get used to doing this.

I think you got much more than an autograph today.

Yap notes: People were distracting me again I'm so sorry. And I'm about to be distracted again fuck. If I am correct, referring to the person who requested, today is your birthday yes? Just asking since I took a look at your blog before cause your pfp interested me. If it is, Happy Birthday! If not, I dumb because there is too much going on. Adiós!

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mk x reader #mk x you #mk fanfic #mk smut #mortal kombat smut #johnny cage x you #johnny cage x reader #mk11 johnny cage #johnny cage mk11 #mortal kombat johnny cage #johnny cage #johnny cage smut #johnny cage mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mk11 #mortal kombat11

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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 1 year ago

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Pt. 3 of modern Wolf Hybrid! Katsuki Bakugou X Bunny Hybrid! Reader

MNDI!

Help, I've been tricked into writing ANOTHER series! This time on Accident! This is part 3 of my first Wolf!Katsuki fic, and while technically not required to enjoy this one, I highly recommend giving it a read for context(Check the masterlist for pt. 2)! This is about you getting comforted by your wolf kemonomimi boyfriend after getting basically disowned by your parents for being with him...of course, he has his own way of making you forget allll about that ;)

words: 3.3k

Warnings: cursing, Reader is AFAB, Pretty sure this is hurt comfort, Penetrative sex, P in V, breeding kink (Reader is using some kind of contraceptive), monsterfucking(? Maybe?), biting, fairly vanilla by my tastes but reader is bratty bottom and Kat is brat tamer

Smut starts after the *

You were awoken to the feeling of Katsuki nipping at your neck, something he did all the time as a sign of affection. Your eyes were still a little puffy from crying, despite the fact that you've been sleeping for...what? 10 hours? 12? You had no clue.

You just didn't want to face the reality that you've been thrown out by your family just yet. You told your parents that you were dating a wolf man last night, and they didn't take the news well. It could be worse, you could be living with them or relying on them financially, but they still practically disowned you.

"Don't come back until you've rid yourself of that...that....heathen!"

Your mothers words still rang in your ears, and although you were lamenting the fact that she was so willing to be rid of you, you also felt some...anger. Not anger for yourself, but rather anger for Katsuki.

How could she call him that? She didn't know him at all...Sure, he could be rude, brash, a little arrogant, but he also loved you. He was the man that would go to the ends of the earth for you, who lit up in his own way every time he saw you, who was holding you close right this second...He hasn't done a damn thing to hurt you.

If anyone hurt you, it was your mother, your parents...

"I know you're awake," Katsuki grumbled. You forgot he was trying to get your attention. His voice was gruff and low from the lack of use, his arms tightening around you as his tail began to thump across your legs.

"Time 's it," you asked sleepily, turning in his grasp so you could press your face in his broad and muscled chest. He immediately started to pet you, smoothing your bunny ears down and against your scalp as he glanced at the clock.

"6," he responded, kissing your forehead.

"Too early," you scoffed, nuzzling into the crevice between his pecs.

"It's late, dumbass," he grumbled, moving to tilt your chin up, wanting to look you in the eyes.

"For you," you mumbled, looking up at him with a pout. He fully pouted back, his brows furrowed and his lip jutting out ever so slightly as his ruby red eyes pierced into yours.

"Just let me sleep in," you pleaded, your hand sliding up his shoulder and to his ears, giving them a nice scratch at the base.

he hummed in response, eyes closing as he leaned into your touch. "what'm I supposed to do while you sleep," he groaned, hand moving to your waist.

"What did you do before me," you asked tiredly, your eyes slowly shutting.

"Can't remember," he sighed, tilting your bodies so you were both laid diagonally across the bed, his face now nuzzled into your neck. he planted little kisses on the spot where your shoulder met the base of your neck, nibbling at the flesh and breathing in your scent.

"Cut it out," you groaned, smiling despite yourself as your fingers ran through his short, spikey hair.

a low growl of satisfaction came from his chest, before he trailed kisses up the side of your neck to your cheek.

"How're you feelin'," He asked gently, his voice still a little gravely. He wasn't asking in the way he asked when he wanted you to sing his praises for pleasing you, but in a sweeter, more caring way. He was asking about last night.

"Oh, uh...ok. I'm handling it..." you sighed, seeing no use in telling him half truths like, "I'm fine," or, "I forgot about it," like you would if someone else asked. He had a right to your honesty.

"Jus' handling it," he asked with a frown, his tone laced with worry.

What did he need to do to help you? What was on your mind? Did you need something specifically from him that you weren't getting?

You see, beneath all that rough n' tough exterior was a rather anxious man, one who wanted you to have all that you deserved, and in his mind that was everything. Someone good enough to be so loved by him must deserve the word.

"I guess...I just wanna forget about it right now, y'know? I need something to keep me occupied." You rubbed at your tired eyes, looking down at his expression. You didn't know how, but he always managed to look at you like you were a deity...not in the, "I'd kneel at your feet and beg for your grace," sort of way (at least usually), more in the, "I'd set the world ablaze in the scorching fires of passion, bringing anyone who dares speak ill of you to their knees with no mercy," sort of way.

It made you melt, knowing he cared so deeply beyond his words. Maybe that's why you liked him so much. Because you know he won't lie to you for his own gain. If he didn't like you, he'd say so, no matter how beneficial a relationship with you might be to him. He meant what he said and said what he meant, and that was something you could respect.

"Forget about it, huh," he mused, holding your hand and running his thumb back and forth across your knuckles. He seemed to be thinking, considering all the ways he could help, before a devilish grin appeared on his face.

You knew that look all too well. A smile crept onto your own face, a little bashful and a little lustful. Good thing it was early, that way you'd have time to sleep in after what he no doubt planned to put you through.

"Yeah," you sighed, putting on an oblivious expression you both knew was fake, if not from your tone then from the way your little cottontail was wagging quickly.

"I can help with that," he offered, his voice husky and his face in a cocky grin. He slowly shifted the two of you, his chest against yours and his rough hands on your arms.

"Well aren't you sweet," you giggled sarcastically, kissing him gently as your hands ran up and down his broad back. He kissed you back with fervor, smiling against your lips as he kept himself hovered above you with one arm, holding your hip with the other.

You could feel his hand slipping under your shirt, caressing your side as his kisses became more desperate. "Katsu," you whispered seductively, laughter laced within his name.

He was grinning like the Cheshire cat, his hand moving farther up your torso, taking your breast in his hand with no restraint. He was used to your body, he saw no reason to beat around the bush, and your little moans definitely confirmed that for him as he kneaded the doughy flesh. The arm that holds him up shifts to cradle your head, his fingers buried in your hair.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to him and kissing him passionately, already kicking your pajama pants off. Once those were removed, you began to take his shirt off, something he did nothing to fight against, tearing away from you and helping you lift the clothing above his head as he sat on his knees.

You sat up with him, but he gently pushed you back down as your lips collided once more. You could tell he was being extra sweet with you, clearly not wanting to give you any extra stress after the night you had previously, and although you appreciated the thought it wasn't exactly what you wanted. Thinking of how to bring this up to him as he took the shirt off your body, you didn't even realize that he could plainly see you were lost in thought.

Frowning, his ears flattened back ever so slightly. What could you be thinking about right now that wasn't him? Actually there were a lot of things...but he was supposed to be distracting you right now, and he knew he was a pretty damn good distraction!

He leaned in and planted kisses down your collarbone, moving towards you breasts and watching you closely for a reaction. You idly toyed with his hair and ears, your eyes on him but thoughtful and clearly not present. He pouted, before abruptly biting down on your nipple. He didn't do it too hard, knowing how sensitive it was, but he did it hard enough to make you gasp in surprise.

"Katsuki," you yelped with a scolding yet slightly amused tone, eyes wide and lips in the tiniest of smiles. There he was. The Katsuki you wanted.

Ever impatient, he scowled at you whilst trailing kisses across the valley of your bust, then down the center towards your navel. "What? You told me to distract you," he scoffed, gripping your left calf and hoisting it over his shoulder.

"Am I not allowed to think," you argued, knowing full well this was a battle you were losing terribly.

He grinned malevolently, a fire in his eyes you were so used to seeing.

"Y'know what, bun? That's a damn good idea," he laughed, peppering kisses beneath your belly button and towards your increasingly aching sex. He kneaded your thigh with his hand, not once breaking eye contact as he carefully pulled your underwear down (for once).

His mouth moved around your pussy lips and across the innermost parts of your thigh, smiling up at you devilishly.

"Don't fucking think," he ordered gruffly, his open mouth kisses moving agonizingly slowly towards your soaking folds. He wanted you to say it. To say you wouldn't think...

"Make me," you sniffed, an expectant smile on your face. What kind of brat would you be if you just took his orders? This was how you played your part, your role in the game that was your sex life with Katsuki...just as he played his role by taming you.

"You must think you're so fuckin' cute," he scoffed, to which you quickly shot back, "I thought I wasn't aloud to think."

He bit down on your right inner thigh, hard enough to leave indents but not break the skin. You cried out in pain, and he yanked on your left leg to bring your dripping sex closer to his face. "You're lucky you taste so damn good," he grumbled, sticking his tongue out and watching for your reaction. He didn't need you to beg with your words, not when you begged like that with your eyes and body...of course, a little verbal begging never hurt.

He pressed his tongue flat against your clit, listening to you moan for him and roll your hips against his face. He immediately pinned your hips down with one hand, glaring up at you before continuing. His lips met the area surrounding your clit, tongue lapping up and down the nub, slow at first but speeding up with the encouragement of your voice.

"Mmmnh...Katsuki...don't stop..."

He hummed against you, powerful vibrations adding that extra stimulation you needed. His ministrations sped up, tongue moving faster and faster, the hand the held your hip down now encouraging your thrusting into him.

your hand snaked into his hair, playing with his ears as the fingers on your thigh moved to prod at your entrance. He moaned at your touch, more of that sweet vibrating coursing through you, and promptly shoved two fingers into you.

They immediately curled upwards, hitting your G-spot and increasing the writhing you did in his grasp, as well as the volume of your moaning. How he loved listening to your voice, the rhythmic sounds burned into his brain to be replayed on nights alone, spurring his pace along.

You watched his face closely, his blissed out expression as he got off to pleasing you and only you, the way he subtly humped the sheets not going unnoticed. the very sight of him like this, shirtless and groaning and eating you like a man staved was enough to make you cum...

and you did.

"fu-FUCK, C-cumming..." you managed to splutter out, thighs tightening around his head, hands yanking his hair to stay in place. He let you ride out your high, more than happy to be nearly suffocating in your grasp, and after a few hip-rolls and loud moans, you released him with a sigh.

He sat all the way up, completely wet from the tip of his nose to the bottom of his chin after being soaked in your juices, licking his chops like you were his pray. He licked his fingers clean while he was at it, not once looking away from your sweaty, heaving body. So fucking hot. So fucking his.

"You ready for more," he chuckled, already crawling over you and pinning your hands above your head. "But my back's so sweatyyyy," you whined, arching it a little to prove your point.

"So," he scoffed, his hand sliding beneath you to hold the small of your back.

"So it's gross," you huffed, clearly just trying to buy yourself a little time for composure.

He rolled his eyes, but thought of the perfect solution as his gaze met yours again. "You don't havta lay on your back," he said slyly, as if he won some game. In one swift motion, he flipped you over, his hand sliding to your hip to knead your ass immediately.

"Kat," you whined, smiling to yourself. Why'd he have to be so damn hot?

you could hear him fiddling with his sweatpants, the sound of the fabric leaving his body sending chills down your spine. You could just see his cock in your head now, thick and solid and standing at attention, uncut with a slight lean to the left. You spent a lot of time looking at it, you should know.

"you mad because I'm smarter," he asked sarcastically, leaning down in a plank so his mouth could be right next to your ear, before resting his knees in between your legs.

"You're so funny," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. Your face was annoyed, but every inch of your body was crying out for him to take you. You even arched your back and sat up on your arms out of instinct.

"Yeah yeah, seein' as I'm about to fuck you, you shouldn't talk to me like that," he grumbles against your ear, kissing where the lobe connected to your jaw. You didn't know when to expect it, although it helped when he sat up so he could see what he was doing. He didn't really need to, but he just loved watching his cock slip inside you, especially when you're still throbbing from an orgasm.

You sat in wait, biting your lip and closing your eyes for the best experience. You could feel his tip, sticky from all the pre he leaked, prod against your pussy lips, before it slowly moved around your entrance in tight circles. He was teasing you, although knowing him, he was far too impatient to keep it up.

Just as you suspected, in mere seconds he was pushing his way deeper and deeper within you, causing your to grip the sheets in pleasure.

He wasn't doing any better, hands firmly holding your hips as he panted watching you take him in. You were so tight around him, squeezing and pulsing, sucking him in as he forced his way through.

"Fuck..." he groaned, wishing he could see your face. He finally hit your cervix, his hips meeting your as he caressed your ass. He was going to give you a moment to breathe, he could see you panting with him, your back tensing as you breathed in and relaxing as you breathed out.

"Katsu," you urged, wanting him to go already. If this were your first time with him, you might have said, "I'm ready," or, "you can go now," but those phrases have a level of innocence you no longer contain.

He let out a derisive laugh, smirking down at you as he slowly pulled back out, his tip barely staying in, before shoving you back down on him. You let out a satisfied moan, your voice muffled from your mouth pressing into the sheets. He could see your little cottontail wagging, and as he continued to thrust at an inclining speed, he grabbed it.

"Katsuki," you squealed, your voice vibrating a little from the amount of force each collision of your bodies made. The sensation you got from him gently pulling your tail was a mixture of sharp pain and intense pleasure, causing you to moan even louder and tighten around him.

"holy shit," he choked out, panting and groaning more at the new level of tightness.

The two of you were losing your rationality as Katsuki fucked you senseless, his hands moving anywhere he could access, his tip kissing your cervix over and over again in a constant rhythm. Eventually, he felt himself getting close, and he had to see your face before he finished.

He grabbed you by your bunny ears, causing you to yelp, and used his other hand to grab your chin and move your face so he could see your side profile. he shoved your head back into the pillow, this time with your head turned, his grasp still on your ears to keep you there.

"Katsuki, fuck, I'm close," you whined, trying to catch his gaze in your new position. He held eye contact with you, his hips moving at a sloppy pace.

"Fuck," he huffed, releasing your head as he planted his arms beside your head, mouth right against your fluffy ears. "I'm gonna fucking cum," he moaned, pistoning in and out of you with lust driven fervor. "You better take my fucking cum," he blathered, rambling nothing and everything into your ear.

"You're so fucking perfect" "Your body was made for me" "Don't let any drip out" "Gonna get you nice and pregnant"

with each phrase punctuated with intense thrusting, moans, and groans, you found yourself reaching your climax with him, until the knot in both of your stomachs burst simultaneously.

You cried out for him, his name like honey dripping from your lips, drowning out the sound of his several final pumps into you, each one angled perfectly and shoving every drop of his thick load deep within you. He gripped the sheets in his hands, nearly ripping the fabric, his cock buried to the hilt as he road out the wave with you.

"Kat, you don't have to do all this," you giggled, your protective boyfriend prepping to give you the best aftercare of your life. He already showered with you, a sweet and gentle gesture as he spent that time washing your hair and body (After scolding you for doing it wrong, of course). He even got out before you, seeing as he tended to shower fast, and already replaced the sheets by the time you were done.

Now, he had you wrapped up in a nest of pillows and blankets, forcing you to drink some water while he held you close. You suspected it was something primal in him, like some wolfish mating instinct, but he always said that any boyfriend worth a damn would do it.

yawning and setting your water bottle aside, you nuzzled your face into his chest, watching as the sunlight peaked in through the windows.

"Thank you for distracting me," you whispered, looking up at him with a grateful smile. He just sucked his teeth, looking askance and blushing.

"Shut up, Dumbass...It's my job as your boyfriend..."

"Right...so, about getting me pregnant, you know that's not possible?"

"I just said that 'cause I was in the moment, damn idiot!!!"

you loved your wolf man, no doubt about it.

can't write a single PinV smutfic without breeding, can I? Just completely blacked out while writing this, and somehow ended up with 3,283 words. Well, I hope you enjoyed, please leave a comment so I know how it made you feel!

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I'm weak to temptation and also really loved the ramblings so may I request a Leo smut with the Former king×Loyal bodyguard AU we talked ? Afab!reader please

Pairing: King!Leo x Dog Kemonomimi!Reader

Warnings: Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Breeding kink, Dom character

A/N: Hi hi, I would like to say I apologize for how long this took, I got severely burnt out from finals and writing so I took a break which is why I have not posted, it was tiring to have to force myself to write however it is much better now! I also struggled with this some but I think it turned out ok. Also I regret ever talking about this AU because now I'm thinking of what everyone would be

Word Count: 5.3k

18+ pass this point

The coup détat was a surprise, the unwarranted banishment of the king, Leo Tsukinaga, by one of his nobles. You had followed Leo of course, having a strong sense of loyalty for him. In his luxurious days, he had taken great care of you, his most trusted knight. One of the only people who truly recognized you and held compassion. Being a kemonomimi many had assumed you were a servant, only good for simple tasks, working day in day out. Leo, however, had seen you as someone to respect, he held respect for everyone no matter what they were. He had found your fluffy ears and tail cute, and when he realized you could fight he appointed you as his own personal bodyguard.

So when the noble, Tsukasa Suou, had forcefully taken Leo's place and threw him out, you followed obediently. You did not have to flee since no banishment decree was placed upon you. Yet the thought of that caring king who you loved so much out in the wilderness alone, made you chase after him. Truth be told he could have taken care of himself. He was strong willed and thoughtful, courageous in battle and caring. He was a hunter and could acquire his own food, yet you followed.

Changing into peasant clothes, bundling up in blankets and furs, bringing a small pouch filled with a few gold coins, sword at your side you set off into the frozen wilderness after your precious king. No one had stopped you, any passerby thinking you an impoverished merchant heading out to brave the dangers of the winter with nothing but some furs and a sword to your name. Walking in the snow was unpleasant and you hadn't known where Leo had gotten but with the blizzard it must not have been too far. You were correct, half an hour of walking, when you didn't think you could continue, a splash of orange in the pristine white caught your attention.

It was Leo, lying helplessly in the snowfall, eyes closed, lips a horrible blue. They had sent him out in thin peasant garb, nothing meant for a mighty king. You had thought he would pass that day, but your immediate care for him had nourished him back slowly. Bundling him in the blankets you had brought, carrying him in your arms until you discovered a sound cave, which was where you and him "lived".

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"Wahaha! You were successful in gathering intel from the citizens! Even stealing some nut bread and sweet coffee! I will have to repay that subject in kind when I have reclaimed my rightful position." Your tail wagged unconsciously at his praise, whenever he complimented you, you couldn't shield the happiness which threatened to burst out of you. He didn't seem to mind it though, never commenting on it. Bowing down on your knees, looking up at your king's face, proudly presenting the items, "Yes my king, I shall tell you all I have learned once we sit down and eat. I do believe we have some leftover rabbit from yesterday if you wish to eat meat with our meal, or we can save it for dinner."

A ghost of a melancholy smile passes over his lips, but only for a moment, you would have missed it had you blinked. "Do not bow to me, I am no longer a king. Besides you are a trusted companion there is no need for formalities. And I have told you to not refer to me as 'king' use Leo". With a bright smile on his face, he takes the goods from your hands, abruptly turning, tiger orange hair swinging widely. Ears flattened against your head in a moment of despair, however the feeling didn't last long, your Leo was not upset just stating something he wished.

You were relieved to not be required to bow, your 'outfit', more like rags, was scratchy and itchy, hugging your body more than you appreciated. Not to mention your tail kept getting caught on some part, the fur ripping every now and then almost making you yelp. Standing back up, smoothing out the pathetic dress, oh how you wished to be back in your hunting outfit. The material was much softer and stretchy, allowing more movement and wasn't as stuffy. Changing into the outfit would be a good idea, if someone from the kingdom wandered out here it would be easier to claim you were a hunter and not tending to the king, who should be dead.

The cracking of twigs and the rustling of leaves announces Leo's presence before his voice yells out, "It's so beautiful, I know you want to eat in the cave because it's safer, but no one would come out here! And if someone did, they wouldn't mind us." This argument again, he didn't understand the citizens thought him dead. Even if it was known the king lived, Tsukasa would search the forest himself until he found him. He would execute him the moment he laid eyes on him.

"No my ki- Leo. It is too dangerous, I have told you countless times! The kingdom is restless and uneasy since your banishment. Tsukasa is struggling with his hold on power and the neighboring lands see this as an opportunity to overthrow us. If it was found that you still live they'd have your head, I do not wish to see you used as decoration such as they do to unicorns." Leo opens his mouth as if to argue with your statement, but the excitement quickly deflates as your words set in. He knew you were right, you always were, he was the one with compulsive thoughts and actions. You were the one who fought them, usually making him see reason, this time too he saw it was dangerous.

A pout on his pretty face as he looks away, body deflated as he trudged back to the cave. You hated denying him, he was always so carefree and loving, but his safety must come first. At least he understood why these actions were needed and respected them. You needed to stop dwelling on Leo, your clothes were getting no less stuffy and you were out in the open. The cave wasn't far, a change of clothes would feel so good against your skin, tail having more freedom of movement and not getting caught on the fabric was a joy you wanted too.

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The soft, stretchy fabric of your shirt was a blessing. More comfortable were the pants you were wearing, allowing for freedom of movement of your limbs and tail. Stretching it out since the dress before had cramped it some. Said dress was folded neatly and piled into a corner of the cave along with others. All were stolen from the kingdom, found in merchants' carts who were drinking away at the taverns, too drunk to realize they left a cart laden with supplies unintended. Opposite that pile were finer male garments, meant for Leo. You could rarely find anything besides peasant clothes but he never complained, always dutifully dressing in whatever was brought back.

Leo was currently setting out the few plates you had, tearing the bread apart with his hands and placing them on the plates. He had a few flowers beside him which he set on top of the bread, making an awkward sort of arrangement. Coming to sit in front of him, giggling at how he attempted to make the food presentable. The bright sun colored flowers provided a splash of color to the bread, adding in with the nuts making it look like a depressed artist's painting.

"There, a meal fit for a king because I am eating it, I bet none of the others have ever tried bread such as this before! I am the first, whaha!" Tail absentmindedly starting to wag, brushing over the cold stone of the cave floor. You admired his optimism even in the poorest of conditions. He couldn't leave this forest, let alone stroll far from the cave, having to spend his days walking the same areas or sleeping. Leo was lively and rambunctious so staying in one spot was hard for him yet he managed. When you came back from your trips to the kingdom, bareing food or supplies he would help you, instantly starting conversation.

"My dear knight, would you like some coffee? I fear it may be a tad cold since you brought it over but it shall be tasty nonetheless." He gives a small little bow, mimicking how you treat him. Holding out your stolen cup, glinting dully in the light from shining in from the midday sun. "Yes of course my king, I would be delighted." Leo pours the coffee, the rich dark liquid filling up the cup, some splashing over the side. When yours is full he fills his, his face immediately turning serious. Lunch was when you reported all your findings, perhaps coming up with a plan on how to take back the throne. "You mentioned a kingdom is planning a conquest? Is it the Land of Eternal Stars? Tenshouin is one who would, he is power hungry and has the means to achieve it." He takes a sip from his cup, verdant green eyes boring into yours. "Yes, it is all the citizens talk of but nothing is confirmed, they are all baseless assumptions." He visibly relaxes, letting out a sigh. Ignoring that, instead looking down into your own cup, reflection warped by the rich liquid.

"What about Tsukasa? Anything new about him, I already knew his control would fade. He is nothing but a child playing pretend. He will run my country to the ground if we do not attempt something." Ears drooped as you took a long sip of coffee before answering, the cold liquid was watery, the taste of coffee was barely there, this was a commoner's drink. "He is still in charge and maintaining his position however more doubt in his abilities arise. The citizens still think him a fraud and as the moons pass they feel more certain. Your battle captain, Izumi, has fled. It is not certain why but it is rumored it was from a fight. Izumi did not want to report to him or fight, calling him a wolf and saying he would rather die than be Tsukasa's protector."

Giant laughs erupt from Leo, quickly turning into coughs as he absorbs this information, putting down his cup before he spills it. "Izumi, I would have never guessed, he acted as if he loathed me, however once I am gone he wishes me back. I will have a proper conversation with him once I am back." You remember that he was right, when you had crossed paths with Izumi he seemed to despise everyone, however that must have just been his demeanor. He must be devoted to Leo to flee his home, not knowing if he can ever return.

Leo wipes tears out of his eyes, slightly shaken by held back giggles from your information. "Let us eat our meal, there is much to do before night envelopes us in her dark embrace. I also have a song I wish to sing you, I composed it while you were gone today." Nodding in agreement, spirits picking up as your ears right themselves again, looking forward to his song.

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Night had fallen which meant the moss curtain Leo and you made needed to be drawn across the cave entrance. It was made not long after you had settled here, deciding it was to be kept up most of the time so any passerby would think nothing of the hidden cave, assuming it was mossy rocks. Of course there were exceptions, sometimes the curtain was let up so sunlight could stream in, such as today. Now the winter months were passing so you often came back to find them drawn up more and more often. Chastising Leo at first until you gave in, telling him it was fine but at the first sign of a suspicious individual he needed to let it down.

Using some sticks to light a fire while Leo fixed the curtain. Striking a rock against some steel you had taken from the village, small sparks emitting until a fire caught. The days may have been warm but the nights were still cold. A small yay emits from the entrance of the cave, signaling Leo had succeeded in fixing the curtain. Your fire's crackling steadily, and the sound of footsteps getting closer announcing Leo was heading towards you.

Pulling a folded pile of clothes toward you, similar one next to it for Leo. It was your nightdress, Leo had a similar one however his consisted of a grey shirt and brown shorts. Yours was a plain flowy white, highlighting your chest however Leo never said anything. Each of you only had two pairs of night clothes. They were harder to find in the village, even harder to steal. Stripping off your shirt, feeling bare and vulnerable with nothing on. A huff from behind you signals Leo. You and him had changed in front of each other many times now, yet you found he still couldn't quite handle looking at your naked body. His face would turn beet red as he averted his eyes however you never mentioned it. Leo deserved his pride after everything which had occurred.

Pulling the light gown over your head, careful to make sure it doesn't snag on your ears. Watching as Leo bares himself of his own shirt, catching a glimpse of his scarred back before the light grey fabric covers him. You don't continue watching, knowing he'll switch his pants next. He didn't need to catch you with a flush and ears and tail perking up. This reminds you of your own pants, heavily mismatched with the white gown you wore. Quickly pulling them off, tossing them with your shirt. The feeling of the fire warmed air against your bare skin felt nice, relishing the feeling before a small cough from Leo takes your attention once more.

It was time to talk of plans to take back the throne. Every night since you had found him weak in the snow you talked of how to overthrow Tsukasa. So far none of the ideas had taken root and this night would be no different. Leo was sitting near the fire, cross legs outstretched and staring at you. He had already changed and the fire light was casting a golden hue on him. He looked ethereal in the light, such a mighty king may look on a golden dawn. "Ahem, my knight, what is the matter? We need to discuss our plan of action, we have yet to decide on one and I fear we may be running out of time. The Land of Eternal Stars will not hold off long. I need my throne so my kingdom will survive."

You start to bow before shaking your head, instead scooting closer to the warmth of the flames and Leo. Whenever it came to these plans he was serious, his impulsive tendencies rarely showed and he thought through everything. "We covered that Tsukasa is losing hold on his power. Perhaps we could use that to our advantage. The subjects could throw him off the throne if they all attempt it but I fear many innocent lives would be lost." Nodding your head yes in agreement, afraid to speak and ruin his concentration. "What if you sneak into the castle and assassinate him? That would work would it not?"

Letting out a deep sigh as you shake your head. It was not the first time he had brought up this plan and you had to deny him each time. You hated having to dash that small ray of hope he had in his eyes when you looked at him. "No Leo. I am sorry, I have told you this before. It is simply not plausible, they would catch me and execute me. You must know it is not like how it was when you ruled. They will not freely let me roam the castle, trespassers are killed on sight."

Just as the times before his eyes lose that shine as he looks down at the rocky floor. Times like these were often now and you hated how you had grown used to him losing hope. He takes a moment to stare down before his head turns up once again, eyes closed as a smile rests on his lips. "I know. Let's move on to a happier topic, one I haven't thought about in ages. Once I take the throne I need a queen and I have yet to decide who I wish to marry. I will need an heir soon, the kingdom expects it. And I wish for you to be my queen dear knight. Of course you would still be able to fight, however you would be married to me."

Looking away from him as your face heats up, hoping he would not notice. Leo had mentioned this in passing before however you hadn't thought he meant it. You remember in his office he had many letters from nobles, asking for his hand in marriage for their daughters. Simple replies of "I am sorry, I must refuse" had been sent out to all of them. You had thought that perhaps none of them had fit his taste, not that you were supposed to be queen.

Shuffling sounds from beside you remind you that you just answer Leo. You must refuse him no matter how much you may not wish too. Leo was someone you'd love to spend your life with in a more intimate relationship but he was king and you were his loyal knight. Steeling a frown on your face as you look back up, except he had moved to be right beside you. When you had been lost in your thoughts he had taken the chance to move closer, his lips were so close to yours. An expectant look in his beautiful eyes, full of love that you must dash against the jagged rocks of reality.

"I am sorry, my king. I must decline, I appreciate your offer. But I, a kemonomimi, cannot become a queen. You must know this, there was already disapproval of me being your personal knight. There would be backlash from the citizens, you cannot afford that." You didn't look at his face when you refused, looking down at his body instead. You didn't want to decline, you loved him more than anything yet, for the good of the kingdom you had to refuse. It was not an offer, it was a declaration of love you hadn't wanted to hear. A warm wet drop lands on your hand, he must be crying, but then why is your vision blurry.

Leo's hand slides under your chin, forcing you to face him. That smile hadn't left him, his face was blurry but you could make out that he had no upset look. "Why my knight, must you cry after rejecting me? This does not make it seem like a proper decline from your feelings but rather a decision made off of others opinions. I am the king, perhaps not in the castle, but I am. The subjects will listen to me, they will not find fault in you. If they do, I will address it, you will not deal with that issue." That would explain the tears, they were not his, but yours. That is why he is not giving up, your despair at your own rejection shows through. Before you can respond his lips press against yours, soft then with more intensity. His were surprisingly soft, even after months of going without his lotions and creams. Yours are cracked and dry, never really using any of the products he had given you. He had no care for how rough yours felt, continuing the kiss.

The hand on your chin moves up to wipe away the tears that had fallen. Your crying had stopped. Leo's other hand moving up your body, stopping at your ears, stroking at the base where he knew it was most sensitive. His hands felt so nice, no had ever done something like this before. Moaning a little into the kiss before catching yourself, attempting to act as if nothing happened. Leo must have heard as you feel him press more of his body against you, forcing you to lay back. You could feel the cold stone underneath your back, your nightdress being no barrier. It would be uncomfortable in this position for both you and him if he continued which you are sure he would do.

Diss connects your lips from his as he moves to your neck, kissing it. The feeling was foreign, making you shiver. "Leo, move to the blankets please." The words came out strained, he was affecting you more than you realized. A small hum comes from him as the hand in your hair slides down to your back, his other hand does too. The feeling of his kisses leave as he picks you up to shuffle over the few feet to reach the blankets, dumping you on them in an haphazard way. The impact makes you let out an oomph, tail striking the ground in an awkward way causing pain to spike. Before you could protest Leo was on you once more, one hand reaching around to soothe where your tail hit, other hand dipping under your gown.

"I'll put an heir into you sooner rather than later, so even if you are worried they cannot ignore you if you have my child. Wouldn't you like that too my knight? It must be the greatest honor to have me take you in this way." Nodding your head along to his words, too afraid to speak and have an embarrassing yelp leave instead. Your attention was focusing less on his filthy words than the way his hand was making its way up your stomach. Leo's hands were calloused from days using a sword, which were many. Having a personal knight did not deter him from fighting in battles. Today you appreciated his battle worn hands more than ever as they pinch at your nipple.

Much to your embarrassment, your thin gown wasn't doing much to hide the bud as it hardened. Poking through the fabric when Leo moves his hand away. You feel your face flush harder as you look away into the fire, hoping you weren't as red as you felt. It wasn't long until you felt the hand on your tail slide up, grabbing at your waist. Leo had been quiet for a while, silently twisting and pulling at your nipple as you struggled to stay quiet and still. It wasn't long until his head dips down to take the nipple he had been messing with into his mouth. His sharp fangs graze the skin slightly as he sucks on it, making you arch, chest pressing itself further into Leo's warm mouth.

One of his hands trails down till it reaches your panties, pulling slightly at the waist and before dipping a finger inside. Gasping, waiting for him to slip a finger inside yet the feeling never comes. He lets his hand rest on your warm skin. You almost want to cry out but the way he was sucking on your nipple and how his other hand was placing itself in your hair you don't. His hand brushes over your ear which was pinned down as you succumb to the pleasure he's giving to you. His index traces the outline of the base of your ear ever so slowly making a keen leave you. Leo was being so mean, he was teasing you, you could feel the way the corners of his mouth were lifted in a smile.

Suddenly, the feeling of his mouth is gone, leaving you feeling cold. You don't let out any noise, knowing you were lucky to receive any touch like this from him. The hand that was resting oh so close to your hole moved a little, before plunging inside you without warning. Eyes rolling straight, the pain from him inserting his fingers dry making tears form at the corners of your eyes. He lets out a laugh at your reaction before using this opportunity to attach himself to your neck as his fingers work you open. When you come back to your senses you wonder where to place your hands. Train of thought is momentarily distracted when the thrusts of Leo's fingers turn more pleasurable.

Your own wetness was starting to act as a lubricant, the pain you had felt melting in a pleasurable sensation. Hands choosing to grip Leo's shirt as he makes his own hums of approval at how your body was reacting. You almost yelp when Leo grinds the palm of his hand against your clit, the sudden feeling causing stars to appear in your vision. These sensations Leo was causing were unnatural, you had never indulged in these types of acts, too worried about Leo. How ironic it is that he is the one who will take your innocence and by the way he joyfully bites into your neck you can tell he loves it. An unusual feeling starts to appear in your stomach the more Leo continues his ministrations. He must be able to tell too, the way your body twitches under his hold and how you attempt to grind against his fingers any indicator.

Your eyes start to roll back as Leo's fingers get faster, he has stopped sucking on your neck to watch your face. That feeling in your stomach unexpectedly snaps when Leo curls his fingers just right, causing you to release on him. Back arching up as a squeal escapes as your fluids gush out on Leo. He doesn't remove himself until you're panting. You could barely focus on anything, that sensation taking over your mind. You had never known how great being intimate with Leo would be, always assuming he had no desire in any sort of acts like this. Not that you would have asked him to partake in this with you anyways, however he had indicated this.

Too lost in the aftershocks of your orgasm you hadn't noticed that Leo wasn't in your grasp anymore. It wasn't until his arms slipped under your body and flipped you over onto your stomach did you realize. Face being pushed into the blankets as one hand stays on your head, forcing you into a position with your head down. "My lovely knight, you released so good on my fingers, why not on my cock too huh? You'll enjoy it, but then again you enjoy everything I give you dear knight. So raise your ass up, it'll give me better access." Hands gripping into the blankets as you comply.

You had no room to really respond, face pressed down in such a way you couldn't quite open your mouth. In a moment you feel his tip prodding against your hole. He must have freed himself without you noticing. Pressing your hips back against him as best you could with one of his hands forcing you down, feeling the tip pop in. A muffled moan escapes at the feeling. Only his tip was in yet it was already so much better than his fingers. If your mouth wasn't being forced closed you would be drooling, you were sure of it. Leo continues pushing in, the drag of his thick cock splitting you open was foreign yet so welcoming. Based on his grunts he must be enjoying this as much as you.

When he finally bottoms out you are sure he must be showing through your stomach. You hadn't gotten a good look at his cock but based on feeling alone he must be around nine inches, thick, with veins you could feel dragging against your walls. He wasn't moving, you were grateful. He was letting you get used to the feeling of him. "Do I feel better than you would have imagined? Anyone would be ecstatic to do this with me, how do you feel, dear knight, knowing you're the one I've chosen?" A high pitched whine is your response yet that must have been enough of an answer because Leo only responds with a chuckle as his hips pull out, only to slam back in.

The force of it knocks you further into the blankets, feeling the rough stone underneath. The position was not exactly comfortable but you were with Leo and he wanted you in it. Your ears must be laid back against your head with how good he was fucking into you. You knew your tail was sticking straight up, a lovely sight for him. It wasn't long until you felt him slam into you as far as he could. The feeling of his warm seed inside of you causing you to shiver. With the position you were in it felt like it was flowing deeper inside you. "I see you haven't released my knight. I feel as if I can go once more, how about we do it together? Would you like that? I want to fill you as much as I can but it seems like that won't be today, I am sorry."

You can only hum out a yes, he had not slipped out one bit and the feeling of his thighs pressed flush to your ass was welcomed. It took a moment for the grip he had on your hair to tighten, so close to the sensitive base of your ears you were afraid it'd start hurting. He stays still for a moment, you had thought he'd continue after his words however he is still. His grip on you doesn't let up almost as if he's wanting to build up your anticipation. Wiggling your hips back against him, hoping to get a message across but it does nothing. Leo is totally silent and still behind you, you can't see his face so you have no idea what he's planning.

Just before you're about to protest, he laughs, hips resuming a brutal pace. The loud slapping noises echo throughout the cave, almost blocking out Leo's and your own noises. It doesn't take long before lewd wet sounds join the mix, Leo using his own release as more lubricant. He feels as he's thrusting harder than before, more intent on you having an orgasm than himself. The hand that's not in your hair slides between your thighs, starting to rub harshly against your clit. That familiar coil wines up in your stomach, the rough pounding from Leo and stimulation to your clit almost pushing you to the edge. Leo's own pants from above signal he's close as well, pace becoming more erratic as seconds pass.

A particularly harsh thrust from Leo and you're cumming around his cock, tightening around him as your legs give out, forcing you and him to the floor together. Your hips bang into the rough ground, pain racing through the aftershocks. It distracts you from the fact Leo's releasing once again, cum starting to spill out. He pulls out once he's fully emptied, not seemingly able to handle the tightness of your walls on his sensitive cock.

You can't move, his grip forcing you down is released but your jaw is sore, eyes blurry, and body aching. Hips even more so from the hit to the ground. Leo drops beside you, panting, having lost his shirt at some point as you watch his bare chest rise and fall. His face turns towards you, flush, bangs sticking to his forehead but he smiles. "My knight, that was fantastic. I know it will most likely not take tonight but we can continue some other time. I am not in a rush." Nodding along at his words, barely paying attention as you watch how the dying fire lights up his body in a dull orange glow, still so beautiful.

Before long you realize his eyes haven't opened and his breathing is calm. He had fallen asleep. A sliver of disappointment travels through you but you squish it down, opting instead to cuddle up close next to his warm body and take a rest yourself.

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