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Zoroark x reader/trainer.

:3c

Also hope you've been well fren!

notes: Pokephilia, retraction of consent, noncon, usage of illusions, mild body horror, implied murder

It's only when he's inside you that you realise that this is not your boyfriend.

He'd been quiet when he'd slipped into bed, sure, and you'd commented on how warm his hands were. But all of your thoughts had melted away once his hands started to roam all over your body, knowing all of your perfect spots as well as he otherwise would. This could've been the perfect stress relief.

Instead, your scream is muffled behind the palm of his hand— Or, rather, his paw. You'd heard the tearing of your sheets and saw, out of the corner of your eye, human fingers turning into sharp, red claws. With the mating press you've been shoved into, all you can do is claw at his back and uselessly flail your legs around.

Withe very passing second, whoever is continuing to fuck into you with sharp, brutal thrusts is changing further in front of your eyes. From his head, a long mane of vibrant red hair sprouts. His waist becomes more narrow, his legs thickening and growing stronger. Though your mind recognises who it is that is taking you by force within seconds, you refuse to accept it.

Your partner of so many years. Your closest companion. Your best friend. Your Zoroark. You'd always defended him from suspicious looks on the streets, always showered him with affection.

It hadn't been enough, clearly. Silent tears stream down your face. You know your partner, know the scars he has on his body from the battles you've fought together, and there's no doubt about it. His face elongates into a snout in a sickening display and your Zoroark growls, drops of drool spilling from in between sharp teeth as he nuzzles his face into your cheek. His nose is wet and cold against your face.

Your boyfriend should've been home already. What's happened to him? You don't want to think about it, you can't— Zoroark's paw is removed from your face, instead gouging deep, long scratches in the headboard above your bed. With every thrust, his cock seems to swell further inside of you, growing bigger and bigger and bigger until he brushes against a special spot inside of you with every twitch of his hips.

"Stop, please, stop… I, I…" You uselessly babble in between keens and gasps for air. You're completely powerless against such a powerful creature. Zoroark, in an attempt at comfort, laps the tears away from your face and whines a little in the back of his throat. Like he's still the pup that you cradled in your arms, wherever you want. As if he hasn't ruined everything forever.

His maw is pressed against your face once again as his tongue slips in between your lips. Zoroark's mouth doesn't actually touch yours. Its long enough that it can bridge the gap between your skulls, goblets of drool spilling down your neck. His tongue tastes like copper against yours. You swear, you hope that it's your mind playing tricks on you, and that your boyfriend simply got delayed on trip to your shared apartment. That must be why he isn't here yet. Still, you gag around the intrusion in your mouth, and not only because Zoroark's tongue dips too far into your mouth for comfort.

When he cums inside of you, Zoroark breaks the kiss and pulls his head away from yours, throwing his back and howling into the room filled with nothing but the wet noises of your union. Your sobs pale in comparison next to the noise. His cock swells impossibly larger inside of you and spurt after spurt of hot cum fills your insides. It just keeps going. But even when it slows, he continues to press you down deep into the mattress.

It seems he isn't done with you yet.

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Shout out to little catboys who sidle up to big scary dogs n paw n meow at them . Shoutout to catboys who let themselves get bent over and fucked right then and there, regardless of where they are. No survival instinct. Catboys who let me touch and hurt and ruin them and take every bit of it without complaining, because that's what they're made for. Really, it's just biological truth. They feel better stuffed full of cock. That's how their little kitty brains are wired.

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im like if a prey animal walked right into a predator animal's arms n nuzzled its shoulder n looked up at it with big adoring eyes

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maybe if i get fucked in a leash and collar ill calm down a lil

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@realturkisbear

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pease love n respect but i need to be fucked in a chokehold

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I desperately need to hold somebody’s son down and give him the blowjob of his life while he calls me dad

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Jonah Wheeler and Daddy Harlan

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Handyman

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being face down ass up and stuck on a werewolf’s knot would really help ease my anxiety