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could you do hcs for bf pina pls?? (maybe w his s/o being a carnivore👀)

— this one was tough, because if were staying true to his character, he’s got plenty of ‘significant’ others to go around. he’s the kind of guy-beast- to dabble around with the forbidden fruits just to taste as many variety as he can. so if he does manage to convince a carnivore to join his little harem, it’s hard to say if he’d be completely committed. 

— but for the sake of angst and fun times, let’s say it starts off not too much different than his typical relationships. pina has a careless attitude, and while he teases legoshi for his infatuations for another species, i can see him being intrigued enough by their dynamic. it’s fair to say that pina gets bored easily by mundane things, which is why his girlfriends tend to blend together. therefore, when he decides to try and woo a carnivore, it’s for all intents and purposes to add some spice to his life. but perhaps a dash too much. 

— his beau isn’t ignorant to the sheep’s ways. by this point, pina has become very popular for various reasons. they likely engaged in a simple tryst out of curiosity, a private hook up that had one too many ears involved and now it tumbles all into the open. by the next school day, neither of them can deny it, but rather than be ashamed pina takes obvious pride in it, going as far as to boldly set a chaste kiss in greeting that morning. 

— it sort of spirals out of control from there. pina expects them to approach him, past interactions placing him as the object of obsession. but they hardly glance his way? which he knows for certain because he’s certainly looked their way more than once. they don’t even try to hide from his gaze, comfortably going about their lives as if they’d never even met him. which kind of bruises his ego, because he’d like to think that he made some sort of impact. 

—whomever he was dating at the time won’t appreciate the scandal, especially the carnivore implications. but pina will be able to calm them down, his easy going nature accompanied by the fact that the person doesn’t truly want to lose face, helps to ease the situation. then cue his latest conquest merrily drifting through the courtyard. it’s impossible for any herbivore to ignore the presence of a carnivore, their interruption drawing the couple from a messy make up/out session. but rather than be perturbed, the carnivore just smiles. but it’s not sheepish or antagonized. it’s absolutely feral in the most subtle and challenging ways, and this poor sheep is naturally hooked. 

— catch pina trailing after them from that point on as if they’re the shepherd of his soul. he always manages to appear outside of their classes, graciously sliding into their conversations and providing company to the next destination. he elects to sit next to them during lunch, uncaring of the other carnivore companions. his apparent new obsession making him impetuous to any and all danger. it makes the other carnivores uncomfortable but his conquest just smiles freely and carries on like it’s no matter. 

— pina isn’t use to chasing but damn if his fixation doesn’t make it easy. while they let him into their space, they rarely engage in anything past a peck on the cheek. even in seclusion, pina has trouble urging them to go past second base and it infuriates him. but oh no, he doesn’t give up. that would mean failure. 

— he goes to legoshi of all beasts, interrogating the poor soul on how to properly court a carnivore. the wolf is too overwhelmed with inquiries and the fact that pina is coming to him, that he stumbles over some advice. praying that it doesn’t bite him in the ass. 

— with new strategies, pina ups the ante. showering them with small gifts and purchasing special seats to his performances. when he can, he’ll boldly hold their hand in public, not above glaring at other carnivores who dare to defy his claim. from holding their books to knowing their favorite snacks and other details he never cared to remember in other relationships. speaking of those, he can’t recall the last time he interacted with anyone else. unconsciously blind to the beady eyes watching their ‘love’ practically kneel at this carnivore’s feet. it’s truly a shame that they can’t do anything about it. 

— when pina is just about at his wits, they corner him this time. they were willing to play along up until this point but now they want answers. inquisitive as to why the playboy-sheep, is suddenly so aggressive about having them. to which pina promptly proclaims with a pseudo growl of his own that “it’s because you’re fucking mine.” and proceeds to kiss them within every inch of their life. 

because someone is going to ask, i’ll preemptively take the plunge:

— call it my personal tastes, but pina is the submissive in this relationship. he’s all pomp and flare but in the bedroom he knows his place. the first time they hooked up, they let him control the pace out of pure curiosity. the newness of it all helped to bring them to the edge but now it’s not enough. they let him know very early, that if he plans to get any he’d better play by their rules. 

— bondage is a frequent kink of theirs.  enjoying the meticulously task of tying his wrist together the  grabbing him by the horns and literally riding him into the sunset. occasionally they elect to sit in his face, legs hooked under his horns like a saddle. 

— unable to physically mark him, partially out of instincts and his concerns of marring his appearance on stage, they go about scent marking instead. but the dirty kind where they soil every inch of him with their release. leaving impossible to discern damp spots from his own perspiration and their essence. 

— not above blindfolding just to have pina at their mercy. keens at the sound of him moaning for them, confident that they have the sole ability to give him the satisfaction he needs. will undoubtedly make him beg for it. all that time spent when him chasing after them instils the fact that pina isn’t too ashamed to get his knees dirty. 

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some cute morning sexy time with legoshi

at the first hint of sunlight, legoshi finds himself stirring. he never understood the newest trend of his body's desire to rouse earlier in the day. during his tenure at cherryton, he used to have a hard time motivating himself to traverse through enough mundane takes just to make it to his drama duties. now without that fixture in his life, he can recall a specific reason as to why he feels so inclined to wake before the sun properly can. 

cracking open his eyes, he notes that the room hasn’t completely lost its dim glow. splashes of calm blue still overcoming the encroaching warmth of yellows. huffing under his breath, he turns to bury his nose against the fur of your neck, hoping to drift back off for a few more hours. 

yet he finds the soft sighs that leave your lips with each exhale more distracting than the sun at his back. unable to resist peeking at the peaceful visage of your comfortable slumber. you fortunately, have no trouble missing the transition from night to day. the rhythm of your chest rising and falling not even hitching in the slightest until mid morning if you could help it. his borrowed shirt is still wrinkled from whatever restless bout that had overtaken you in the hours prior, the aftermath exposing the softness of your vulnerable belly. 

it surprises him how much effort it takes to resist disrupting the flow of hair there, knowing your sensitivity would react to the ticklish touch. a faint smile curls at the ends of his lips as he dares to drag a claw to a safer spot just above the curve of your hip. 

despite it being the first night together after a few days of separation, the two of you hadn’t fallen in bed together with the motivations of passion. he honestly couldn’t recall anything other than the warmth of you settling into the curve of his body and drifting off to the quiet rumble of your heartbeat. 

closing his eyes, he can’t help but imagine how it could have gone differently had the two of you had more energy to reserve. there had certainly been enough talk about it traded in the darkest hours of the night when it was impossible to resist the deepest thralls of imagination. the scenarios were plentiful and bookmarked with promises that he knew would be made good on. 

he comes to terms with his mistake too late as he finds his arousal trapped between the honey taste og you on his tongue and tightness of your aperture squeezing at his sex. his cock had already joined him this morning at half mast and was well on its way to fullness with each dip into the lucid fantasy. with a huff of his own he snuffless against the tuft of your ears. only to freeze at his flounder when it flickers in protest. 

“hmm, legoshi?”

his ears flatten in apology and he licks a firm stripe against the exposure of your neck as you roll over to face him. your eyes are still blurry and unfocused, teetering between consciousness as your body goes taut in a reflexive stretch. 

“wah time is it?” you slur and despite his faults, legoshi can’t help but chuckle at the cuteness. 

“early. sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” he shifts gingerly, giving you more room to tuck into him. he completely forgets about kindling fire until the breach of your leg between his nudges against the tent. caught, he sheepishly tries to draw away.

“i ah- wasn’t being a pervert. just woke up like this.”

“so you aren’t happy to see me?”

the joke is fluid transition for you as more clarity filters into your voice. you have to press your lips together in a thin line to keep from laughing at the way he balks. in his lapse, you drag your hand through the covers to the sprawl of his fingers to thread them together. using the grip as an anchor, you fill the gap he tried to place with an eager roll of your hips, hoping to get your consent across without too much skepticism. 

unable to resist, your lover drops his head to the curve of your shoulder to hide his groan- or was that a moan? the task of trying to decipher the muffled words is lost to the distraction of the trail of open-mouthed kisses back up the length of your neck to the structure of your jaw. he ends with a chaste peck to the corner of your lips.

“i’m always happy to see you, i just didn’t want you to-y’know assume anything.’’

when he’s this relaxed and pliant to your will, it doesn’t take much to encourage the wolf to move to his back as you crawl over him. most of your weight is on his thighs, purposefully directed away from where he craves it the most. 

“what? that you want me? did you think i forgot about all the pretty scenarios you put in my head?”

‘pretty’ what the impression he had in mind when he’d conjured them up. but your receptiveness was more important at the time. none of it having any place in his swarm of thoughts as he watched your fingers walk over the flat of his stomach down to the hem of his pants. it's a relief when you don’t utilize the opportunity to tease and he’s more than eager to lift his hips to help you draw the fabric down to his thighs. 

the sight of him standing tall is less embarrassing when it’s under the hungry heat of your gaze. in one of those stories, you had woken him up with the circle of your lips catching on the ridge at the head of his cock. but he wasn’t picky when you hand wrapped around the base of him. 

there's a throaty sound to his voice as his legs flex underneath you. “i had a lot of time to think about you.”

truly. every waking moment and opportunity was a welcomed one to tune out the roar of your absence. 

“ah shit.” with a grueling amount of effort, he was able to pry away your hand, silencing your complaint with a chaste kiss to your lips. “we can run down the list later. just let me have you like this first.”

curling his finger into his palm, he uses the bend of his second knuckle to draw your garments to the side and rub small circles against your apex. no matter how short he cuts his nails, he can’t dull them enough to angle them too deep. relying more on your wetness to ease the way. it’s the burden of a carnivore lover- or perhaps just the trials of being with him, but he does hit best to make up for what he feels are his thoughts.

legoshi is mindful of his teeth as he draws you into the first proper kiss of the day, tongue flickering out to tease the warmth of your orifice. the combination of the heat and taste of him help to kindle your fire as you rub needfully into the pressure of his digits. the absence of his touch evoking a a heightened sense of fondness that you grapple on to firmly. your vision goes hazy, different than the thick cloud of sleep as he hangs by a thread within the smog of the combined lust. 

his hands skim the curve of your waist, latching just above your hip bone to draw you close for his favorite parts. he eagerly swallows your soft exhale as he nudges the head between your folds, intoxicated by the stretch of your cunt. it's an archaic sense of relief that draws all tension from his muscles as he slides his cock further to the hilt. 

the passion of lovers is a tender moment, but the desperate unbridled needs for raw fucking crashes through the setting, shattering your resolve like glass. coaxed by your whimpered assent, he doubts a raw pace as he fucks into you fervently. the friction of and slick slide of overheated bodies muddling slurred speech and broken ‘i love yous’. 

the force of his snapping hips is more than enough to shake the frame of the bed, a full unleash of the beast that inherits every fiber of his being. the sun is more prompting now, bleeding through the blinds to light the place where he enters you. 

it’s too fast to promise anything too long, a blessing as you find yourself straddling the edge of your completion already. there’s a halting moment where his rhythm goes inconsistent as he resists the grip on your hips to encourage you to adopt his pace. it's a sloppy rendition and most of your efforts are focused on the down shift as you grind into his lap. 

when you meet him at the climax you both seem to cling to each other before toppling over the edge. the whirlwind of the descent of your capitulation drawing a shudder from your head to your toes. you melt into his chest, heart thumping at sporadic staccato against the answering beat of his. 

the harsh mixture of your pants doesn't seem like they will ever find an evening pace as it only seems to feed into the humidity of the room. legoshi’s muzzle nuzzles the side of your head as he settles into bone-deep satisfaction, the heavy aftertaste of sexual gratification filling the void of speech. 

sort of.

“so are we starting at the top of the list or the bottom?”

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🖤 🖤 🖤

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“My memories of that night were so valuable...”

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He is both my source of suffering… and my reason to live.

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Hi!! Do you have any hcs about Jack as a bf :0c ??

— his crush is so obvious that it physically hurts people to watch him fumble around with his  emotions. every linear thought is about you, how the sun adds a glow to your fur or singing praises about your display of intelligence in class. you’re going places and this boy knows it and would love to be with you every step of the way. the funny thing is, he thinks he’s so subtle about it and no one has the heart to tell him to tone it down. poor legoshi is torn between embarrassment and envy when he looks down at the lovestruck expression on his best friend’s face. he has zero experience himself but tries his best to give any advice he can. really all it ends up taking is a clumsy confession accompanied by a slightly wilted flower. to this day, it’s still the happiest moment of his life.

— probably childhood friends and will end up being those high school lovers who get married and have a huge litter. actual relationship goals at school. voted the cutest couple on campus. and if not, everyone is lying to themselves. 

—  jack is a literal puppy who loves to be affectionate and in turn be dotted on. literally any physical contact will get his tail thumping, much to his embarrassment. whenever you sit next to one another he can’t resist lopping an arm around your shoulder or waist, drawing you close to nuzzle your ear while you try to hold a conversation. all the forehead kisses. the best in the morning when he greets you before classes start. jack will absolutely sniff you out just to press a quick peck to your temple or else he’ll be a sad puppy all day. you propose a designated meeting spot to save him the trouble. 

—  your laughter waters his crops and clears his acne ( yes dogs get acne, especially the pups). it never fails to catch him off guard, leaving him speechless as he looks on in awe. he loves the way your eyes crinkle just enough to bring tears down your face. when its something especially funny, you nearly fall over your own feet, body shuddering with giggles. jack is the epitome of dad jokes, his own special library just to get a reaction out of you. the lamer the better never fails to. 

— dates are a mixture of very thoroughly panned out romantic gestures, spontaneous adventures and casual walk on your favorite trail. he’s pretty good about reading the mood and catering to the setting. jack is determined to create as many memories as he can with you and never wastes an opportunity to snapshot a moment. often an obsessive amount that can leave you griping and complaining but then he hits you with those puppy eyes and there’s nothing more you can say about it. 

— you both tag team parenting legoshi. always making sure the big boy doesn’t get too ahead of himself and always offering him up a safe space to return to. he’ll take it to heart. guaranteed to spend a few nights on the couch when the two of you get a shared apartment in uni. 

—  jack is a one man army and your strongest support system. he’s very intuitive to the slightest change in your personality and will appear just as quickly with sweets, blankets or whatever you need. if his positive outlook on life isn’t enough to cheer you up, he’ll sit you down somewhere quiet for a proper conversation and offer whatever advice he can. jack is a very dependable soul, backed by years of unconditional love and tactfulness. 

— huge fan of cuddling. anytime of day is the perfect time to curl under the blanket together. probably after a playful tumble of wrestles and tickles when you tire each other out. a sense of warmth spreads over him that settles deep within his bones. he gets even softer (because this puppy is already so) when your eyes start to lower with sleep which as you rest heavier against him. arm slung over his waist, curled blissfully at his side.  makes waking up beside him is one of the best feelings in the world. occasionally, he’ll stretch out before you, lazily rolling over to rouse you with soft kisses. he loves to be the little spoon, just wrap your arms around him and love this kind soul. 

— morning routines are about as domestic as they could get. sloppy giggles as you tease each other over a mouthful of toothpaste. he enjoys making a big breakfast spread on the weekends when time permits. a hand rested casually over your thigh while you sit perched on the counter next to him while he works. its the perfect opportunity to discuss the simpler aspects of life while the sun rays warm your skin. tons of ‘i loves yous’ to sweeten the start of the day.

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your opinions on brat or tamer for beastars main crew?

i laughed a lot. god if my mom could see me now. yikes. alright, let’s get this shit show over with. i appreciate the audacity to kink shame me.

legoshi

— tamer. incidental. his sheer size does most of the work for him. he’s inherently protective and possessive and spends most of his time corralling his s/o out of danger. willing to go at some lengths to do so

louis

— brat. wishes he was a tamer but doesn’t know how to hold a crop. would rather whine about life just so someone hears about his problems and does something about it.

juno

— tamer. invented the crop and has no problem cracking it over someone’s louis’ ass. loves to play around, but has her limits for nonsense. will tame your ass into shape.

pina

— brat. wishes he knew what a crop was. talks a lot of shit. ass has never been any color but red.

jack

— tamer. would rather not be but is too loyal to stop.

bill

— tamer. takes no shit. has zero issue bending them over his knee. winds his hand back unnecessarily far. loses count for fun.

haru

— brat. inadvertently. causes problems and now they legoshi have to tame the public too

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m a s t e r

updated: 2.4.2020

jack 

sfw

— general relationship headcanons

nsfw

legoshi

swf

— general relationship headcanons 

nsfw

— general nsfw headcanons

louis

sfw

nsfw

— idiomatic : his carnivore lover shows him even the forbidden fruit can be popular 

— praeceptum: he knows that some carnivores require some ‘alone’ time but now he’s concerned 

— periculum: he can be stronger than carnivores, even if its at your expense

pina

sfw

nsfw

— carnivore!s/o relationship headacanons (nsfwish)

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hi can u do a hc of legoshi as ur bf? sorry for the trouble 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 btw i love ur writing

i rambled a lot but i came through with more legoshi content. amen. cut for length not content.

—he can be rather awkward with his affections at times, though not always intentional. sometimes he just doesn’t know when is the best time to reach out for your hand. or when his desire to be near is reciprocated. legoshi has just always been mindful of his nature so it’s a difficult habit to break. therefore it’s generally your responsibility to take initiative or at the very least help him get to a point where he’s comfortable slugging his arm casually over your shoulder or waist while in public. 

— rather enjoys drawing you close after a long day and snuggling up against whatever surface the two of you collapse against. will absolutely melt into you when you scratch your fingers under the shell of his ears or the sensitive area above his tail. not above letting his leg kick subconsciously at the sensation. he’ll hum this low growling purr at the back of his throat creating a comforting rumble to help you lull off to sleep

— this pup is an absolute sucker for your smile. whether it’s directed at him or just gracing your face in general, he swears the shine of it could light the world. which often ignites his possessive and protective instincts in order to ensure that nothing threatens your happiness or safety. it’s one of the few times he’s grateful for a massive body and fearsome appearance. anyone who dares ill intentions towards you will often think twice about challenging him. nothing makes you feel more at home than his strong grip curling you into a comforting embrace and shrouding you away with his form. 

— i’ll fight anyone who doesn’t think this man isn’t a great kisser can fight me out back in the darkest alleys of small garden street. he applies just the right amount of pressure and knows how to utilize his tongue to guard the sharpest points of his teeth. every intimate session will leave you breathless from the merticulous slow molding of his lips. he likes to hold you close, hands wandering with your consents. make him super happy by sitting in his lap, arms around his neck. love love loves when you play with his ears, letting them flicker this way and that. pup has some restraint but if you’re interested in testing it, while just right pitch and catch him scrambling.

— he appears to be obtuse but is rather sensitive to the most subtle changes in your moods. often relying on scent to catch the slightest hint of your tears. even if you tried to brush them away, he can still smell the salty aftertaste. its an oddly tender gesture to have his claws so close to your vulnerable face as he brushes away the wetness, cupping your cheeks and nuzzling his muzzle against yours. he will no doubt hunt down whoever put you in such a state, breaking his typical docile state in order to deter them from ever approaching you again. 

— dates are pretty casual. often just relaxing strolls through the city or around the park. neither of you can resist stopping by your favorite cafe where you’re known as regulars. at times you both surprise each other with impromptu dates, where it be a new movie or down to earth bar scene that premiering a favorite band. more often than not, the best dates are from the comfort of the couch after a nice meal. you make small bets on who gets to pick the movie or next binge special before amicable deciding to probably watch both anyway. neither of you really sweat the small details, just enjoying the company of one other is enough. 

— this sweet boy has a love language of giving. from buying you your favorite sweets without prompting to showing up unannounced with dinner and a movie. it speaks volumes of his observation skills. he can tell when your gaze lingers too long at a storefront when you think he isn’t paying attention. of course he doesn’t do any of this with the exception of it being reciprocated, but man do you make his heart race when you surprise him for once with something of his tastes. he’ll appear to be shy and embarrassed when you randomly interrupt drama practice just to bring him a snack, remarking how he’s been working so hard. all the other members can’t help but giggle quietly to themselves as legoshi accepts the grocery bag of food sheepishly, his other hand rubbing at the back of his neck. even louis can’t help but snort humorously at the affection. 

— please don’t test this puppy’s ability to get jealous, it’s not worth the trouble or the shame he’ll feel if he acts out prematurely just because you wanted a reaction. as mentioned, he can get very protective of what he deems his and will become rather reserved and guarded of your person. he’s not always on high alert, like some alpha incapable of letting anyone near his mate. but if he notices that someone just can’t seem to get the hint, he’ll be noticeable upset. torn between action on his emotions and respecting your ability to respect the relationship on your own. his tail will hang a little lower, ears flat with a dirty look in his eye every time that individual gets near. literally all you have to do is reach over to tangle your fingers together and lean into his side and that tail will perk up in no time. 

— somewhere around the fifth or sixth month into your relationship he’ll come to the realization that he’s utterly in love with you. it’ll probably be early in the morning and you’re sliding back in bed after a quick trip to the restroom. you’re wearing the first thing you came across which happens to he his shirt that fits your body just right. and that smile, that damn smile attracts the sun as you rub your eyes sleepily. he thinks he kept it to himself, a quiet thought that he planned to spend the remained of the day meditating on. but then your grin is spreading impossibility wide, eyes losing sleep as you repeat the words back. the thump of his heart is so audible as he gathers you close as you both tumble head first into the next stage of your relationship. 

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please I need them legosi nsfw headcanons 🥺

a double post to give the people what they want

— despite his obvious predisposition towards herbivores, i feel like given the opportunity, legoshi could just as easily have fallen for a carnivore. it all comes down to who shows him kindness and allows him to crack his shell a bit and gradually warm up to the idea of someone else caring for him. that being said, we all see how easily he can become overwhelmed with his primal instincts and it can easily bleed into his sexual life if not restrained. not that anyone wants that. 

— whether or not it’s your first time, you’re more than likely going to be his first. the pup is too much of a fumbling mess to be anything more than a virgin. it’s impossible for him to not have served himself, of course. he’d probably drive himself mad without an outlet but the squeeze of his hand never prepared him enough for the snug fit of you. he’ll take his time, at an almost excruciating pace, but you grit your teeth and bare it. all because of that absolute ethereal look in his eyes as he gazes down at you splayed beneath him. you’ve never blushed so much from the pure adoration. 

— he appears to be shy and nervous, yet something instinctive guides him to take the lead. every touch and flick of his tongue is a fraction of the manifestation of his inherent desire to dominate you. he might whisper timid words of encouragement or assurance but this pup was born to have control of this situation. he takes his time exploring your body, learning every curve and mapping out what makes you whimper and squirm. 

— he’s pretty tense the first time he takes you, more out of fear that he’ll hurt you. he’s not bragging when he’s concerned about his size in comparison to where its supposed to go. but you qualm his fears even while gritting your teeth as he slowly slides to the hilt. it will take some adjustment but once you give him the okay? pardon him while he adjusts to his strength because phew can he pack a punch behind the roll of those hips. he’s so overtaken by the fact that he’s inside you and spurred on by your cries of pleasure that he ends up taking you rougher than planned. when you both finish he’ll come to terms with the bruises and scratches he left behind, ears low to his head as he goes to scramble back. it takes some effort to rouse from your fucked out state, but just try to press a quick kiss of gratitude to his cheek before you pass out. it will help calm him down a little. 

— the more practice he gets, the more he’s able to control the pace, intensity and sprinkle in a few varying positions. as creative as he can get, nothing will trigger him more than the side of you face down-ass-up in presentation. he’ll practically be salivating at the sight as his claws part your buttocks. but he’s willing to switch it up and becomes a pretty big fan of you riding him. it’s a pretty easy sell actually as it offers you the reigns and allows him to seat deeper within you. the pup can really lose himself to the rotation of your hips as he just hangs on for the ride. 

— as much as he is capable of soft and passionate sex, he’s just as privy to more carnal exploration. especially the closer he gets to his ruts. the animalistic desires overtake him and he often tries to bar himself away for your preservation. naturally you try to persuade him otherwise, insisting that you can take it regardless if your body was meant for it or not. though let’s be honest, no part of you was really ready for the relentless pounding you suffer-cough- crave for hours on end. when he’s this far into his baser nature, his thrusts are deeper and rougher than before. rationalization is lost to him and you’re nothing more than a tight little hole for him to squeeze into. occasionally, he’ll tell you as much if only to reap the fruits of how impossibly wet it makes you. 

— love, love, loves to pull on your tail during sex, regardless of the shape or size. it’s less of a form of bondage and more just to hear every little mewl you let out with every jerk. it’s not his goal to cause any pain, but with the way you wiggle your rear with each swish of your tail, it’s too much for him to resist. 

— the biting kink is taken relatively seriously and marks a distinct parting path between whether you’re a herbivore or carnivore. if you’re the former, he won’t even consider it. even the idea is too much of a risk and not worth getting him too riled up. it’s worth making the addendum to his ruts too that he’s less likely to allow you to join if you don’t have the proper means to fight back. there’s almost no way for him to discern between a claiming bit and near devouring and he’s not keen on testing those waters. sorry herbie squad, maybe a few years down the road after marriage or at least a bit of domesticity. 

— for those carnivores, it’s not too far off of your wild side. a little blood will neither scare you off or throw him into blood lust so you’re both free to litter hickies and bite marks all over each other. he’ll be certainly pleased to nuzzle the more visible one’s in public if only for his male ego of having such a desirable mate. this pup can be possessive and is not ashamed to show it, especially when it’s consensual. his body gives him a relatively high pain threshold so he can take whatever he gives, ready to tumble in bed just so you can give him more.

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idiomatic | louis (beastars) x carnivore!reader

i wont promise that i’m over this trope, but i think i have fed myself enough to focus on other avenues. a few people sent in some legoshi stuff so that’s my next wip. keep them coming.

as usual, more mature content below. some fun times at the masquerade party. 

“and what, pray tell, am i to do about these antlers?”

pursing your lips, you gave the stout head ornaments an accusatory look. those with distinctive marking and other decorative characteristics often had the hardest time concealing their species. it was easy enough to distinguish between herbivore and carnivore but the fun was found in simply not caring.

if your target audience put in enough effort to disguise themselves.

parties like these broke both social and sexual boundaries, allowing people to lose inhibition and act on their baser selves. before you met louis, such environments frequently occupied your time off campus. it helped to stimulate your attraction to the opposite dynamic and eventually bribe your courage to seek out a suitable partner.

bringing him here was symbolic of returning to your roots. it would also show him that he wasn’t alone in his affections. not that the sentiment didn’t already hit close to home.

“too bad you’re not about to shed them,” you comment offhandedly, rightfully earning a sharp look of ire. chuffing at the display of pride, you vowed to yourself that you would show the male exactly what such strict dignity led him to lose out on.

patting his muzzle with unveiled condescension, you managed to slip away from his agitated grasp. the deer continued to gripe and moan while you fitted yourself into a choice dress for the evening and prowled the selection of shoes. honestly, the way pursuing beastar felt at ease displaying the less ideal parts of his personality would be endearing if it didn’t possess so much whining.

it hardly mattered. you would give him something else to occupy his attention.

catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you offered the image a self-appreciating wink before stepping out of the closet, one leg protruding ahead of you to show off your finely fitted heels.

“tell me, if i was a herbivore, would you still beg me to bite you?”

the curve of your buttock marked the cut off point of your dress, leaving little to the imagination as the rest of the material hugged your form. this clothing style opted without the aperture to fit a tail, allowing the appendage to swing idly from beneath the depths. it often incited others to perk your mood if only for a brief show.

louis has obviously seen you in less, but the presentation was too pungent with erotic intentions for him to remember anything else. grinning, you permitted his hands to edge the hem of your dress, warm palms marking promises against your thighs.

“and what exactly do you plan to be tonight?” he drawled slowly.

you knew that look. the one that was going to quickly get you out of this dress if you didn’t corral him into his own suit for the night.

pressing a chaste kiss to his nose, you nudged him towards the closet.

“i guess you’ll have to find out.”

you opted to rent out a mask for the evening. this way you could keep your choice hidden for a few moments longer and ideally find something fresh to attend the party in. you had a nice selection at home, but you’d cycled through them enough that somebody would approach you out of familiarity.

upon arriving, you had put louis in the good hands of friends who helpfully escorted him out of your sight and into his own fitting room. but not without complaint as his sputtering curses trailed down the hall.

“he’s a cutie. he yours?”

offering a noncommittal shrug, you settled on a thinner, less intricate mask for the evening. your dress was inviting and memorable enough. in a place like this, it was hard to tell who would challenge a pair.

at the clink of glass against the table, you efficiently down the alcohol and reached for the bottle to chase the burn. sexual prowess aside, you possessed enough restraint to cater accordingly to the opposite disposition. it was more for the eased minds than anything else.

“you’ll have your hands full keeping females and males alike off of him. he’s a built boy. anyone would love to see what he’s packing,” there was a tease to the voice but desire had a place too. you doubted it would take long for subtlety to be washed out. proprietary didn’t exactly have a place here.

polishing off the rest your your drink, you made an effort to pat down any remaining wrinkles before donning your mask. “well, i better get to him quickly then.”

“it’s rather delicate. made of papier mache ,i think. do be careful, it’s borrowed.”

his words of warning were no match for your inquisitive touch, however, as you stretched up against his body to prod against the medium surrounding his antlers.

they’d fashioned him as a moose of all things.

you didn’t know how you hadn’t thought of it. but truly, it was the of the few options available to at least conceal his dominant species. without the stench of alcohol anyone would know he was a herbivore, but at least this way he would abide by the base rules.

the covering of his antlers was more of an addition than part of the mask. the inner workings using his antlers as a statue to hang the camouflage over. it was rather convincing.

when the costume creaked threateningly at your touch, louis’ hand shot up to snag your wrist.

“i said it’s fragile,” he insisted.

the hiss of his voice encouraged your gaze to drop to his mask to give it it’s own appreciation. it was certainly wider than his own face, marginally longer too, to account for the massive beast he was portraying. coupled with his slim but muscled body, even beneath the suit, he was likely to garner some provocative attention. it was a shame you had to break some many hearts openly tonight.

humming an octave lower than your usual voice, you pressed yourself against the male with your arms around his waist. chin propped against his chest, you offered a cheeky grin.

“so what do you think?”

forced to enter from the back due to his identifiable features, he’d wasn’t awarded to opportunity to take in the scenery. the night was young and tame as most of the individuals simply mingled and broke ice. you wondered how long it would take for habits to surface.

“it seems like any other social event,” he muttered distractedly. he was likely trying the mundane task of attempting to unveil species from beneath their masks. everyone fell privy to the game sooner or later.

louis palmed at your side,” more importantly, why do you smell so strongly of intoxication.”

“trade off of being a carnivore, unfortunately. herbivores feel safest when we’re too drunk off our asses to pull rank.” rising to toes you spoke with conspiracy in his ear while your free hand trailed down his midline. “personally, i think they just want to take advantage.”

the male didn’t take too kindly to being groped in public, quickly seizing your other hand as he hissed. “it seems they're not the only ones.”

unable to resist laughing, you let him have the control while it lasted. “baby, you have no idea.”

despite your best efforts, more than a few figures approached you in greeting. without the pleasantries of names, most of the conversation was geared towards speculative tastes and pillars of society. already trained in the practice small talk, louis led more of the conversation than he followed. his strong nature captured a majority of the attention anyway with his passionate disposition towards the arts. 

sipping idly at something fruity, you leaned comfortably into his arm as your gaze wandered the party. as the night wore on, it was beginning to grow as more individuals showed up fashionably late. the amount of alcohol had doubled to accommodate as more trays made rounds. they naturally gravitated towards the carnivores more, no one ever having to reach more than an arms length for a glass. 

louis laughed earnestly next to you, the pads of his fingers tracing odd shapes on your back as he transitioned smoothly into another topic. he seemed to be handling it all much better than you expected but the real festivities had hardly begun. 

the moment the conversation began to veer towards the more illicit ventures of business, you politely excused yourselves to a less occupied corner of the room. dragging louis down by your grip at his elbow, you fell back eagerly into the plush couches. 

“you seem to be enjoying yourself at least,” you mentioned as you leaned down to massage the muscle above the cut of your heel. your departure had a dual purpose as you really just need a moment off your feet. as exquisite as your shoes were, they rarely offered much comfort. 

you hadn’t even realized that louis hadn’t even acknowledged your response as you switched to the other foot and ultimately debated taking them off while you rested. it certainly wouldn’t be the most unsightly proposition. eyes sliding shut, you leaned back again. maybe a few more drinks would change your mind about your less than ideal clothing choices. 

at the sudden tension of muscle beneath you, your gaze snapped open to assess the problem. 

“are they?”

from his broken articulation alone, you had an inclination of what was transpiring. you were wondering how long it would take. 

humming delightfully from your position curled up against him, you followed his gaze across the room to a pair who decided to take initiative to properly get the get together started. clothing strewn this way and that, the left nothing to the imagination as they rutted against one another.

louis shuddered as your claw teased the fastens of his suit jacket but you didn’t go as far to pry the button from its place. in a situation like this, he was no better than a virgin and likely as easily frightened if approached wrong. not that it would stop you from proding. 

“lou, you feel so warm. are you embarrassed?”

unable to help himself, the stag stuttered in his speech.” they’re practically mating in public.”

“ are mating in public,” you chided unhelpfully.

this was nothing new for you to partake in. with each new realization from louis as he experienced your world with naive eyes, it made you head buzz from the thrill of it all. you leaned away from him long enough to snag a floating flute from the hovering attendant. it wasn’t as strong as what you’d knocked down prior but hopefully it would be enough to ease some of the tension from his shoulders.

nibbling at the exposed tuffs of his ears, you prompted him to drink. seemingly grateful for the distraction the male downed the champagne without a second thought.

he really was such a bundle of nerves.

ignoring his startled grapple at your sides, you lifted a leg over his lap and settled on top of him. your body didn’t offer much of a shield, but your weight was enough of a diversion.

by partaking in the drink, he’d solved the mystery of where the mouthpiece of his mask for you. with confidence, you were able to tilt up his head and slot your mouths together. he resists at first, the protest only give you the opening to slide your tongue between his lips.

you moan eagerly and vocally, utilizing your own sounds to drown out the commotion behind you. you capture his bottom lips between your teeth, swallowing the sweet taste of his gasp as you test him by grinding softly. the pinch of his fingers don’t go unnoticed but he doesn’t try to stop it either.

breaking away with a harsh pant of your own, you make a slow effort of loosening the buttons of his jacket, giving him every opportunity to escape the proposition.

“this is why i brought you here, lou.”

his grip at your hips pulsed like a heartbeat, fluctuating in intensity as he traded glances between you and the moving bodies around you. it generally only took one couple to take the plunge for the others to follow suit.

the wide room was starting to truly burst with life, coating the walls with a lustful aura. masks of all shapes and sizes engaging in causal conversation while observing the unhurried fucking of others as if in a pristine museum.

you let him keep the jacket on to give him some sort of protection, still mindful of his frazzled psych as you left chaste kisses along his neck.

“what? so i’d fuck you in public?” learning from his dramatic prose on stage, louis seemed to be snatching at all of his talents to compose himself. you snatched yet another flute of something more colorful this time, tipping against his lips without warning to bring his attention back to your small corner.

“not that . if you pay attention, you’d see they aren’t unlike us.”

latching your lips back to his throat, you mouthed your words as the glass trembled against his.

“see that ox and flamingo over there? the first is a mountain goat, i can’t pinpoint the species but i recognize the stance. and the pretty little thing he has bent over the banister, a lynx- see, there’s her cute little tail wagging.” your nose traces his jaw. “herbivores and carnivores sharing heated passion without ostracization. it’s not just a kink, louis, it’s a lifestyle.”

you can see the moment the clarity parts the clouds of his cognition. gone is the speculation as he comes to terms with the hidden intentions of your invitation. it was rare that you did anything subtly with him, he often having ot maintain propriety. 

there were obviously other factors staked against either of you going public with your relationship, the most prominent lighting a slow spark toward the eventual dissolution of your arrangement. but he had never really thought past his own adoration of you. by now it was beyond the scope of just the sexual nature/ yet without positive societal examples,, he was often left scrambling with labeling his feelings. 

while this-gathering to say the least- wasn’t the best example to base his own experiences on as he took it all in, it wasn’t hard to see where the stark black and white began to blur. 

leave it to you to utilize the most extreme to make a point.

louis surprised you then by breaking his inner monologue and fitting his hand against the smooth column of your throat. his hold much more self-assured than before. the gradual change shot straight to your core as you wriggled.

“but you didn’t answer me.” the hold pulls your mouth away as he forcefully captures your attention this time. there is no doubt that most of his valor is a product of the mask, no different than the one he wears on stage. but your relative appreciate drew together more likeness between the two than you were willing to admit. louis always put so much effort in commanding an audience that he rarely was able to admire how effortlessly he was able to do so with you. 

“a lot a pretty words when the truth of it all was just that you wanted to bring me here to make a show out of yourself.” louis felt his own arousal spike as the truth of the statement struck him as well. “you want them all to see how much you love to take it from a herbivore.”

you answer with a hasty nod, breathing hitching under the restraint you’d functioned with until now. “please, lou. dominate me.”

it doesn’t take you long to adopt your shameless nature, hips undulating and grinding your core against his swelling erection. you still try to appeal to louis more kept disposition though, sliding close and sliding your hand between the gap to rub friction circles against the junction of his pants.

unable to resist teasing, you press the pad of your thumb against the tented head. “what a bad boy you’re being lou lou too. and you always accuse me of being the dirty slut.”

despite the natural restriction of his vocals, louis manages to growl, a flash of ire behind the mask. you arch as his hand wiggles under your dress, easily finishing your soiled undergarments and tucking them to the side. he slides two fingers home to the third knuckle without preamble.

“look at you, you’re even wetter than when we’re at home. you say this was for me, but look how shameless you are.” he starts to pump them in and out slowly, and you answer with a voluntary roll of your hips. he was right. you were desperate for him but the hardly changed given the setting or audience.

squeezing his shoulder for balance, you melt into a purring moan as his fingers curl within your depths. it takes more effort than it should to break your own trace to escape the pleasure enough to fumble with his zipper. louis exhales a long shuddering breath as your fingers close around him. you’re both ready without the threat of prematurity, riding on the exhilaration of the environment.

a shuddering sigh shatters the tension building within your throat as he replaces his fingers with his cock, dragging you down to take every inch of him until you’re sitting at the base. he doesn’t even reprimand you when you instinctively reach for his antlers, the thin paper crinkling under your touch as rotate you himself to ride the stuff arousal.

you were vaguely aware of your small circle being encroached on by observing parties. more grateful than anything that louis appeared to be more focused on you than their presence- a choked gasp scrambled from your lips as he brought you down in forceful thrust, a keen whine following.

when you tried to find his gaze, you found that it wasn’t even on you. the glassy haze flickering behind you around the room, holding a lazy challenge to any and every figure. it fed into the thrill to know he was getting off on the audience as much as you were.

louis pace was sloppy, but expected given the mixed influence of alcohol, your body and room around him. it all came together in the thickest mixture of lust either of you had had the privilege of sharing.

“you’re so beautiful. the world deserves to see you like this.”

a hasty nod of agreement is all you can manage, because the weight of his grounding hips and pounding thrusts are tearing away your grip on reality. you feel a piece of the mache tear away with your claws as you shudder around the drag of his cock as it sends you spiraling into release.

louis rides your aftershocks, succumbing to your quaking thighs and fluttering walls as you both collapse beneath the weight of your combined climax.

you fall forward against his chest, hiding all evidence of your joining as you soak in the thick musk. around you bodies shift again, their muttered compliment sticking to your body as they transition to the next showing. the two of you stay like that for a long moment, rising off the expansion of the others chest as you slowly collect yourselves.

curling your face into the side of his neck, you lapped gently, snickering when he twitched you’re life within your depths. pressing a kiss there you eventually manage to prop yourself up again.

“well the night’s still young and i see you’re up for another round. let’s give them their moneys worth.”