#Fat Tail Never Fail

[astrovernox]

More fursona stuff, this time its Vera! Blue girl on a sliding scale between Kobold and Dragon

[hefty-haunches]

just How Hefty are these haunches in question

Very. They've gotta be to haul this much tail around

[yanderambling]

omg i’m thrilled that y’all like him so much!!! and these ideas were soso tasty ugh your minds~ i had a lot of fun with this, maybe too much if you look at the wc lol, so i hope y’all enjoy <3 ALSO continuity note: since Adrian is so popular, i won't carry major events through different stories unless requested, that way everyone can have their own version of his story! but i'll be keeping general facts about Adrian the same unless otherwise specified, like his parents being rich because i find it funny~ thank you and goodnight <3 (and yes i switched this gif with the last part shhhh it’s okay)

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 4.6k

you can read the previous part here!

CW: 18+, NSFW, yandere behavior, stalking, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, BDSM themes, poor BDSM etiquette but neither party minds

Adrian nearly choked when he heard his name read next to yours for the school project.

It took you a second to recognize his; you mostly just call him mutt. Once you realized, you loudly groaned at the prospect of spending the week with that pest.

Adrian couldn’t hear it over his racing heart.

As soon as class lets out, he's right at your side, yammering on about project materials and meeting arrangements and times and "we should really meet at one of our houses so we don't have to worry about distractions, I'm fine with coming to yours! It's closer to school anyway, right? It'll be more private- I just think it makes sense-"

You finally shut him up by making the executive decision that you’ll work at his house (you don’t need him shedding on your furniture, or potentially getting any personal ammunition against you; he is way too interested in being inside your home, and how does he know it’s closer to school?).

Adrian was crestfallen that he wouldn’t get to go in your house (and smell the pure you imbued in your furniture, and pretend he’s really your dog while you sit together- maybe in your bedroom!-, and snoop through your underwear drawer when you go to the bathroom, and snoop through your bathroom when he goes in right after you...), but he was still over the moon at the idea of having you in his space.

(He’ll just visit your window later tonight like usual, anyway- he'll still get high off that closeness alone. Win/win!)

Adrian doesn't think about anything else for the rest of the day, zoning through his classes and plastered to your side whenever he gets the chance, just alight with energy and anticipation and not shutting up about it- he's lucky there's too many witnesses for you to knock him quiet (oh, but he would feel so much luckier if you did).

You would totally bail on this project if you weren’t already failing this class, which is mostly on account of you bailing. You’re wondering if all those cut classes were worth having to work with this, but you’re not feeling hopeful.

The day seems to drag on forever for both of you, for vastly different reasons. By the time school lets out, Adrian is buzzing out of his skin and you're seconds away from ripping it off him.

As you two start the trek to his place, Adrian can't get over how surreal it feels to walk beside you. It's like you two are a couple, and you're walking him home for an after school study date!

He gets lost in the daydream easily, giving you a brief reprieve from his energy, and allowing you to absently notice his rapidly wagging tail almost propelling him down the sidewalk. You can't help but smirk a little at the image that conjures in your mind.

He's truly ridiculous, you can't really believe him sometimes. Doesn't that thing ever get tired? What does he think is gonna happen that's got him so damn excited? That he's gonna get in good with you somehow (hopefully) and you'll leave him alone? (never in his wildest dreams.)

Yeah, fat chance.

When Adrian stops at his house, you think he's joking. But then he walks right up the driveway of this random McMansion, motioning you along eagerly, and enters a security code before holding the door open for you with a clearly anticipatory smile.

...The fuck.

You did not count on Adrian’s family being loaded. He certainly doesn't dress or groom like it.

You consider berating him for not mentioning it, but decide against it for the risk of seeming stupid- to Adrian of all people. You do make a mental note for your future errand requests, though.

Adrian’s parents aren’t home, he tells you his mom is always traveling and his dad basically lives at his office. You’re relieved that you won’t have to put on a nice face for the folks, but there’s apparently still a live-in housekeeper that floats around (are you fucking kidding?) so you stay diligent.

Adrian suggests you two work in his room; you figure the further from watchful eyes, the better.

Despite it being his idea, Adrian can't help his giddy nervousness as you enter his room (he’d texted the housekeeper to make sure it was clean as soon as you decided to come over, lucky he keeps his souvenirs hidden away whenever he’s not admiring them).

The room is frankly ridiculous, easily twice the size of yours, a king bed in the corner, a desk and coffee table and two dressers, and yet adorned with piles of clothes and clutter and more genres of nerdy shit than you even knew existed.

"Yeah, okay, parts of this make sense."

Adrian cocks his head, opening his mouth to ask what you mean, when he suddenly chokes on air.

You've made a bee-line right to his desk, covered in books and papers for hobbies and school alike, but also holding a locked drawer at the very bottom in which he keeps his "school collection" (just discarded pencils with bitten erasers, torn up notebook paper he can still smell your hands on, old gym shorts you were probably gonna replace soon anyway, a bandaid here, a plastic fork there; nothing crazy).

He watches with bated breath as you sift through the contents of his desk, occasionally scoffing or chuckling at what you find. He lets out a sigh when you seem to grow bored, just for you to move on to his dresser and have his stomach doing somersaults all over again.

Maybe he should've asked the housekeeper to hide his stuff better and just braved the questions later...

You move throughout the room like you own it (you do, as far as the both of you are concerned), making little jabs at his various posters and figurines which make his whole body flush hot with pleasure because you're noticing things about him, but every other move you make sends his heart jumping into his throat in a completely different way.

It only takes a minute or two for the stress to get to him.

“Ah- hey! Uh, maybe we should- maybe we should start on the project, right?”

You bark a laugh and spin on your heel to face him, an incredulous half-grin pulling your lips and revealing a gut-twisting flash of teeth.

"We?"

Oh, yeah, he much prefers those intense eyes boring into him.

He starts spluttering placations immediately. "No! Well, uhm, I didn't mean- you, you don't- have to- obviously, I mean, I don't- I wouldn't-"

You roll your eyes and shove past him, effectively cutting him off as you flop down onto his abominably soft mattress. "Right, yeah, whatever. Let's get one thing straight here, okay?"

Adrian nods, his whole being drawn to focus at your entrancingly commanding tone. Although, it's incredibly hard to focus on anything with the sight of you on his bed right in front of him; he's already planning how to avoid that area so it'll retain your scent longer, he wonders if he could cut that part of the duvet out and keep it in an airtight container, maybe the sheets under it too just to be safe...

"This is not a "we" situation, got it? I'm not lifting a damn finger for this bullshit, that's what you're there for." Adrian has a purpose to you! "I am only here to make sure you're actually doing it, which shouldn't be a problem because if we get anything less than an A, it's gonna be your ass."

As tempting as it is to see what punishment you would inflict upon him, Adrian really really really wants to please you- and he's pretty good at this subject anyway!

You then cross your arms and lean back just enough to look down your nose at him. "Got it?"

Adrian can't answer fast enough.

"Yes! Yes, that's perfect! Awesome, good- great!"

But then he doesn’t make a move. Ha.

He looks a little lost, standing in the middle of his own room, barely biting down a grin and wringing his hands as he seems to wait for another command.

Apparently, you’ve trained him well.

You scoff and let yourself fall onto your back as you pull out your phone (Adrian's gonna need a bigger airtight container).

"Well, go on then, we don't have all day."

Adrian scrambles to get to work. He quickly positions himself on the floor by the foot of the bed and pulls the coffee table closer, emptying his school bag carelessly onto the carpet.

You huff a laugh at the sight, all this money and the kid's parents couldn't buy him any class. Maybe sloppiness is an inherent trait, like his apparent passion for service- nobody with this much money should be such a pushover. And yet...

Adrian couldn’t be happier, sitting on the floor while you lounge across his bed and periodically weigh in with (mostly incorrect) corrections or snide remarks, an almost alarmingly wide grin settled on his face as his tail taps a steady rhythm against his carpet.

It’s not an unpleasant picture, you muse absently as you look up from your phone, it’s almost comforting to have your little puppy on the floor, cheerily working away for you while you laze about. It certainly beats doing the work yourself, or having to threaten a student with an actual spine to do it for you.

Still, it doesn't take long for you to get bored. Bored enough to notice your empty stomach, at least.

"I'm hungry."

Adrian's head shoots up from the book he was hunched over, ears raised at attention and eyes glittering with something you're not sure you care to identify.

He's on his feet in the next second, knocking his knees on the way up loud enough to startle you yet showing no signs of even noticing.

"I-I'll ask Len to make something!"

He darts out of the room before you can tell him what you want, but you trust he knows your moods and tastes well enough by this point to predict. (Oh, he does, and Len's not going to be making anything- they don't know all the special ingredients!)

The second he leaves, you decide to really cure your boredom by snooping around in earnest. Certainly this creep has something actually weird hidden in here, you just have to look in the right places.

You waste no time in sifting through his bookshelf (nerd shit), closet (nerd clothes, some dirty), a dresser (nerd clothes, mostly clean), under his bed (dirty clothes, nerd shit in boxes)- the door opens behind you.

“Wha-? Oh! Ah- Wh-what- what are you doing?”

You don’t even bother moving from your crouch, most of your upper body shoved under the bedstand while the rest of you... is not.

Adrian’s mouth is completely dry for several reasons.

“What’re you, blind? I’m snooping.”

Adrian slowly comes further into the room, hesitantly setting the serving tray on the low table. He can’t stop his voice from cracking as he stutters out,

“Uh- yeah, okay, yeah, but- um, would you maybe mind- um, not?”

You snicker, at least he has some manners. “Yeah, I do mind, actually. What’s the matter, mutt? Got something to hide?”

“N-no!”

The answer is so immediate, so fervent, that it has you pulling up just to give him an unimpressed look. He stares back at you, eyes wide and frenzied.

“Jesus you’re a bad liar.”

Looking at him now, you can see sweat glistening on his face and his hands clenching by his side. His eyes dart toward the dresser you haven't checked yet.

Bingo.

You jump up from your position and stride across the room with purpose. You only make it a few steps before Adrian seems to materialize in front of you, making you stop short and almost yelp from shock.

“S-sorry! I’m sorry, I just-" he's waving his hands wildly, head ducked as his gaze rapidly flicks between your face and the floor, "You-you can’t- please, please don’t-”

“Okay, creep, I get the gist.”

You shove past him, and he wishes he could relish the firm pressure of your hands on him.

He whirls around and watches in horror as you approach the dresser. He needs to do something, he needs to stop you, but what can he do? You’ve clearly made up your mind, it’s not like it's his place to try and change it...

All he can do is watch, a high ringing in his ears and his body filling with static, while you meticulously sift through every drawer until his clothes are strewn about the floor and you're panting with frustration.

He's about to let himself take a breath when you suddenly squat down and stick your arm into the shallow space underneath. He nearly swallows his tongue when you let out a disbelieving huff and awkwardly slide out a long lockbox.

You look up at him triumphantly, eyes sparkling with glee, and he almost mirrors your smile just for how captivating it is.

"Open it."

"N-no-"

You lean up toward him and cock your head, he has to stop himself from being drawn in by the magnetism of your narrowed eyes. “The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't- just, I can't-"

"Oh, I think you can. Or you're not gonna like what happens next."

That's where you're wrong, and it only really strengthens Adrian's extremely shaky resolve. He tries to keep the grin off his face as he habitually starts to picture the punishment you might give him; a cuff on the ears, a knee to the stomach, a punch in the face-

But you just roll your eyes and groan, no longer in the mood now that something more interesting has presented itself.

Instead, your gaze floats down to the flimsy looking combination lock on the box, then it fixes on some heavy-standed figurine you'd knocked off his bookshelf earlier.

Yeah, good enough.

Adrian barely has time to flinch before you're snatching it up and breaking the lock with a sound crack.

Then you're lifting the lid.

"No!"

He starts to lunge forward, but your sharply raised hand halts him dead in his tracks.

Fuck.

It's too late anyway, judging by your wide eyes and slightly slack jaw (god how he wishes he could focus on the glorious curve of your open lips, or the way your perfect teeth peek over them, or how it might feel to have those teeth sunk into his skin-)

"What. The. Fuck."

"I-I can explain- It's not-!"

"I literally do not believe that you can."

Adrian's throat goes dry, he feels tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry! I never meant- it's not like-"

You tune Adrian out as you focus on the stacks and stacks of photos arranged in the box before you. There even seem to be books underneath those, thick ones despite the shallowness of the container. You’d say there’s easily hundreds of pictures in here.

But, more concerning than the amount of photos… is their content.

They’re all you.

Undeniable, from every angle and range and setting you could imagine, it’s all you. There’s you at your spot with your friends, sitting in class, in the cafeteria, running errands in town, sneaking off to that private spot nobody else is supposed to know about, asleep in your bed- in dozens and dozens of iterations, like you could probably make a flip book of every scene.

It’s offensively redundant, honestly, a gross waste of paper. Maybe equally as concerning.

(Adrian needs to keep physical copies, and hard drives, and backup hard drives, and another box further under the dresser... What if something happens to his phone? What if he lost all his treasured photos forever? He doesn’t know what he’d do.)

"You're a bigger creep than I gave you credit for." You murmur, mostly to yourself.

Adrian never thought he'd feel anything but sheer joy from hearing that word leave your mouth. "N-no! It's not- it's not like that! I'm not- I don't-"

While Adrian's still blustering and working himself into a tizzy, you're just... processing.

It's oddly unsurprising, once you consider all the other factors together. Looking at it now, of course Adrian had more perverted reasons for complying to your cruelty, what else could he have been getting out of it? You guess you kinda always knew, on some level, but you never thought it would be like this.

But, since it is, you can't help but wonder just how far this perversion has gone, how far it will go...

This night has been boring enough that you're entitled to a little fun, right?

And besides, looking at him now- all wide eyed and droopy eared, his tail pulled between his legs and clutched in his trembling hands- Adrian actually looks a little bit... cute? In a pathetic, dirty stray caught in the rain type of way, of course.

The only real difference is that you'd be much kinder to the stray.

"Alright, shut it, stalker."

Adrian's mouth snaps closed, his tail trying to tuck further at your dangerously low voice.

"Obviously, this severe-" you flap a stack of photos at him, causing him to duck his head and whimper, "-invasion of my privacy can't go unpunished."

Adrian's eyes become impossibly bigger as they flash up to watch you stand. His ears suddenly perk, his tail tugs against his grip as it tries to hesitantly wag.

Jesus, he's shameless.

This is gonna be fun.

But first, a plan. You don't want Adrian getting too bold, so what better way to keep him in his place than by tying him there? Looking around his room, you don't have much to work with, but you're resourceful; a lace from his sneakers should do just fine (who keeps shoes in their room? what a creep).

"Alright. Sit."

Adrian is falling to his knees before his brain can process the words. When it does, he isn't quick enough to bite down on the high keen that builds in his throat.

You scoff, mentally scorning yourself for ignoring his shit for so long, then go to pull a lace. Adrian watches in rapt attention as you test its strength, your hands flexing so tantalizingly as you pull the string harshly several times over.

He holds his breath on instinct when your scrutinizing glare scans the room again.

"Okay, bed. Back to the headboard. Now."

Adrian scrambles up immediately, pulling some of the sheets off in his hurry, eager to obey before you change your mind.

You follow right after, kneeling up and leaning over him to tie his hands to the headboard above him. His dry throat click as he gulps.

You're so close, your heavenly scent filling his lungs like a sweet paralyzing vapor, he can feel the heat radiating from your skin despite the clothes between you, he could probably taste you if he just stuck out his tongue...

He whines as you yank the shoelace tight with a grunt before tying it off. You tug on his hands once more, forcing the string deeper into his skin, and your hum of satisfaction is drowned out by Adrian's low groan.

What a wonderful feeling, the sharp sting of the lace grounding him down like he needs to be; he can't help twisting and pulling until the burn intensifies, imagining it's your firm hands holding him so tightly...

"Jesus, freak, you're already getting into it?"

Adrian just whimpers, barely registering the question past your condescending tone as he continues to squirm.

You suddenly grab the front of his shirt and pull him forward until he's partially hovering off the mattress, the combined pressure of your knuckles under his chin and the shoestring grating his tender wrists pulls a breathy moan along with.

You lean in close, practically growling as you say, "Don't do my job for me, mutt."

You press a relatively fresh bruise on his arm just to see him twitch and bite his lip (it’s actually from a week ago, that’s how good he is at maintaining your marks for you!). It is pretty gratifying.

Almost as gratifying as the bulge you spot between his wantonly spread legs.

A breathless laugh punches out of you. It's oddly jarring to see, and you would later deny that it's slightly impressive, but it's not an entirely unpleasant sight.

"God, you're fucking pathetic. But you know that, don't you, you little creep?"

If your words weren't enough to have Adrian shaking out of his skin, you lean closer and nip his ear; he jerks back instinctively at the pain, which only makes its sting so much sweeter when you sink your teeth in and pull back.

He doesn’t bother trying to keep himself quiet.

“This isn’t even a punishment for you, is it? Is it, you fucking perv?”

Adrian is so far beyond saving face, he’s mostly beyond communication of any kind, so he just shakes his head fervently and grunts and hopes it’s good enough.

“Use your words, mutt.”

He gasps as you yank his throbbing ear, pulling his face closer to yours- oh dear god he can feel your hot breath against his cheeks, every detail of your perfect face so confident and dangerous and ethereal, your sparkling eyes look positively deadly and Adrian is ready to submit himself to their perils-

“Answer me," your sharp words make his lashes flutter, but he keeps his eyes wide open to stare at your taunting smile hanging just inches from his face, "are you getting off on this?”

He nods, he’s starting to get dizzy with all this nodding but he doesn't feel capable of much else, then you tug his hair back with the most glorious burn-

“Ah-Yes! Yes, I love- I love it, please- give me- more- please, I need- I need-“

He cuts off with a choked sound as your fingers slide up his throat and tighten, all too happy to oblige.

"That what you want? You happy now?" You taunt, your breath against the shell of his ear raising goosebumps all over his body.

He tries to nod against your grip, causing you to smirk and push further.

Oh god yes please-

Garbled moans fight their way from his throat as his eyes roll back in ecstasy, his straddled legs pressing tightly together as he thrashes desperately against the headboard, his whole body trembling and pushing up and up in search of contact- but you keep pulling away, putting more pressure on his neck to support yourself, bringing out the most pitiful little whimpers.

"Use your words, puppy."

Puppy.

Adrian chokes for reasons entirely unrelated to your hand on his neck. His tail, which had been beating a rapid tempo since you sat him down, starts flailing into overdrive.

It takes considerably more effort, but Adrian needs to please you- maybe you’ll even reward him!- so he coughs and gasps until he can force out,

"Y-Yes,” a strained cough, “Tha-agh-thank- you-"

A smile curls your lips unbidden. Such initiative! You let your fingers stroke over his throat as your hand presses in harder.

"There, that's a good boy."

Adrian's vision whites out.

He’s not even aware of the stream of whines and moans that force their way from beneath your fingers, he doesn't notice how his body squirms against the pressure of you on top of him, he couldn't tell the frantic thumping of his tail from that of his heart- all he can focus on is the red hot ecstasy filling every inch of him to bursting, the transcendent bliss of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely controlled, so wholly owned by you.

He's still hiccupping moans and thumping his tail when you withdraw your hand for fear of suffocating him, these needy little noises escaping his already bruising throat.

His head lolls back and his mouth falls open as you remain suspended above him, taking in your handiwork.

He’s so vulnerable, his entire body open and happily exposed to you, every muscle trembling in the aftershocks. His chest heaves as sweat and tears drip down onto his shirt, but he seems to pay no mind as his vacant eyes flutter up at you. He struggles to keep them open as a dopey grin spreads across his bitten lips, and you have to bite your own to stop from returning it.

Then, your eyes travel down to the steadily shrinking tent of his pants, now adorned with a dark wet stain- just like you expected.

Hot.

"Pathetic."

You sit back on you heels, seemingly alerting Adrian to your absence as his hand flies up to grab his throat with a high whine- but you cut that shit off right away.

"Yeah, no, I'm not trying to catch a murder charge tonight, thanks. Besides," your eyes pointedly flick down between his spread legs, causing his face to heat up though he makes no move to close them, "it looks like you got more than your share- frankly, you should be grateful for anything I'm willing to give you."

Adrian's voice is hoarse when he tries to insist, "I am! I-" he cuts off with a heavy cough, which only has you wincing with guilt a little. "I'm- I'm grateful. I am!"

You don't doubt it, especially looking into those watery, red-rimmed puppydog eyes of his. However, you do like to be cruel, and you did just get a bunch of texts from some of your friends about this 'super crazy thing you don't wanna miss and you gotta get down here right now!', (and you're maybe feeling a little uncharacteristically giddy as you fully process your situation) so...

"Doesn't matter, I can't reward this insolence."

You untie the shoelace with a deft tug and slide off the bed without another word.

Adrian just barely stops himself from whining again, the sudden loss of the pressure around his wrists leaving him feeling untethered. He has to dig his nails into his hands as he watches you collect your things (the covered platter lay forgotten on the table, insult to injury), just to keep from reaching out for you.

He wants desperately to follow you, but he can't make his body move for how relaxed and heavy it feels, and he knows it would probably just upset you more anyway- and not in the good way.

“Oh, and Adrian?” You slap the doorframe as you hang off of it, and your use of his name has Adrian's groggy head springing up to face you instantly, ears high and eyes hopeful.

“Next time you want a picture of me, just ask. That way I can knock some sense into you right away.” You tap the frame again, a crooked grin fixing your lips before you push off.

“See ya tomorrow!”

Still too fuzzy to move, and in fresh shock from that almost-genuine smile, he can only listen forlornly as your steps grow fainter and fainter until the door shuts downstairs. Then, he's helpless to do anything beyond replay the events of the past ten minutes in obsessive detail in attempts to permanently document every single sensation you gave to him.

He only manages to move about a half hour later, when his phone buzzes with a text.

He slowly leans over the bed and lifts his phone from the floor, blinking blearily as he reads... your name. Attached to a ludicrously extravagant lunch order for tomorrow.

The phone drops from his fingers like lead.

How?

His heart starts racing as he wracks his brain to recall when you put his number in your phone- then, his tail starts up again as he wonders if he'll be punished for already having yours in his (not for anything weird! he just likes to type out walls of text complimenting every part of you and telling you exactly the ways he wants you to destroy him and then deleting them- but maybe he'll send the next one).

It must mean something good if you want to keep in close contact with him, right? That must mean you aren't really mad at him, right? That must mean you like him, right? You still think he’s a good boy, right?

Another text lights up his phone. He scrambles to grab it back, hands shaking as he holds the screen close to his face.

[ur gnna b my bitch 4evr now]

A shaky giggle escapes him.

Those are easily the most beautiful words he’s ever read.

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Baby boy

Pairings: Re2! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your coworker Leon always goes after you for advice, even on the most basic things, even if he doesn't need to.

However, you decided to make him understand your advice in a more... Incisive way.

Wc: 2.2k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, cockwarming, masturbation (M receiving), oral sex (M receiving), Sub! Leon, Dom! Reader, orgasm control/ denial,slightly praise/ degradation, a bit of dirty talk.

Leon was your coworker, sweet and kind. A lovely person to be around. It didn't take long for the two of you to bond, becoming almost inseparable.

He follows you around like a puppy, always on your tail, no matter where, he's always stuck with you. And the kind who always asks you before doing things.

Sometimes he doesn't even need to, but he likes to have your permission to do things, just as he always talked to you and asked for all kinds of advice, even asking for help with his studies.

You never really understood why, but you never complained either, his presence was always very welcome.

And that evening he was once again in your office, sitting in a chair in front of the computer while you explained a subject you had in common. It had become routine for him to sneak into your room late at night, just to have a chat with you whenever he could.

He was still in his uniform, staring intently at the slides on your computer. Even though you had already explained this subject to him last week, he came to ask you for a further explanation. You understood that he might be nervous about the police academy exams, but that much?

While you were explaining, it wasn't long before he was sitting comfortably in the chair you were using, with his legs wide open, on purpose. If he was being frank, the sound of your voice was enough to make him lose focus, it's not as if he was paying attention to anything you were saying. Blue eyes staring at you, watching the way your lips opened and closed, the way you looked so beautiful while you were focused on explaining things to him.

Of course it was a lie that he had come here to have you teach him this subject, he could have tried to study on his own. However, what fun would it be if it wasn't for you explaining it?

"Leon, my eyes are up here." You mutter, leaning on the table and crossing your arms, raising an eyebrow.

He coughed awkwardly, looking at you in confusion, "Eh, pardon me. Go on, I'm listening."

You scoffed, knowing full well that he hadn't paid attention to a word you'd said. The way his cock began to harden under his pants was a sign as clear as day.

You now perfectly confirmed why he was here. He needed some incisive teaching, something strict to learn from. A punishment, if you were bad enough to do it.

And you were.

"I know you're not paying attention." You whispered, running your fingers along his knee, stopping at his thigh.

It was enough for his breathing to fail and him to swallow. The poor thing got even harder with that simple touch. How pathetic could that sound?

"Uhm.. I'm sorry. I promise I will-," You didn't even let him finish speaking, you simply hovered your hand over his erection. Staring at him with a certain impudence in your eyes.

"Apologies are no use if you're not going to get better, Leon." Words that made him shudder, biting his lower lip to hold back any whimper that might escape his lips.

With your index finger you traced the size of his cock through his pants, making a point of maintaining eye contact during the process. His puppy eyes followed your every move, looking up at you with a sly expression.

"Take it out." You demanded flatly, crossing your arms and waiting for him to take off his pants.

And to your surprise he did, without any reluctance at all. He just undid his belt, lifted his hips and pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift movement. His fat cock sprang out at the same moment, the pink, swollen tip begging for your touch.

Poor guy, you'd be so mean.

"That's what you came here for, isn't it?" you asked, gripping the base of his cock tightly, and he whimpered like a little bitch at the same moment.

The way you felt his veins pulsing in your hands made you smile with a certain pity. How much did he want it? How depraved of touch was he to get hard just looking at you? What a silly little thing he was.

His hands rested on his thighs, as he tried to keep his breathing steady, "I wanted to see you." He says, looking at the work your hand was starting to do.

A sneer leaves your lips, and you rub your thumb over the tip of it, pressing your face against his. So close that his breath was hitting you.

"Missing me? What an ugly excuse, Leon." You purred, giving his jaw wet kisses. Slowly jerking him off.

The poor guy wasn't even in a state to protest, biting his lip to hold back the sly noises he was still trying to disguise. But he never could.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, moving up and down, making a point of suddenly increasing the pace, only to see him moan softly, roll his eyes back and look at you.

"I-I can?" He asked shyly, looking down at your breasts, his gaze undoubtedly hungry. He couldn't keep his hands off you, but today you wouldn't let him touch an inch of you without permission.

"No." You murmured with a shrug, kneeling in front of him. At the same moment, his eyes went wide, his breathing quickened. His focus was only on you, nothing else.

He was so obedient that you didn't even have to ask, he automatically spread his legs wider to accommodate you. Wide open for you to do whatever you wanted with him.

"Such a cute thing." You murmured with a mischievous smile, digging your nails gently into his thighs, watching him squirm and whimper with every touch.

He was so desperate, jerking his hips at you, wanting you to do something with his hard-on. Any touch would do.

You couldn't help yourself and let out a giggle, putting your hands on his hips to keep him in place, kissing and nibbling his thighs, licking and leaving a few marks here and there.

"Nhm, please..." He pleaded in a grunt, looking down at his lap. Poor thing was already leaking, pre cum dripping down his pink tip.

"How pathetic, are you going to cum with just those touches?" You murmured, licking the sticky liquid dripping from him, giving the head of his cock a light lick.

He moaned, loudly. Letting his head fall back, holding on tightly to the edges of the chair. He wanted you so much, so much he couldn't describe it.

His cock throbbing and twitching, he knew it wouldn't last long, not with you in front of him.

You could already see your own arousal rising, your panties starting to get soaked, and you found yourself humping nothing in search of some friction.

Without giving him any warning, you pressed your plump lips to his tip, making a point of wrapping your tongue around the sensitive part, trying to contain the naughty smile that appeared on your face.

Your fingers trailed down his inner thigh, down and down until you found his balls, massaging lightly, only to hear the dirty sounds he could no longer control.

"Ah-ah, holy shit!" He cries out, biting his lower lip hard, looking at you with piteous eyes. He wanted you so much. But wanting wasn't being able to.

And he started moaning even more when you put him all in your mouth, sucking his cock down to the base, your lips wrapped around his entire length, moving up and down, tongue curling and teasing him in every sensitive spot you could find.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head every time, hips moving upwards in desperation for your touch. His cheeks were so red that he couldn't hide the blush even if he tried very hard.

"Hmh.. I think I'm close." He groaned, opening his eyes to see you, biting his lip at the sight in front of him.

You were choking on his cock, saliva and cum running down the length of it. You couldn't deny it, for someone as baby-faced as him, he certainly had an impressive size.

You continued, even though you knew he was close to cumming, but then you stopped. As soon as you felt his hips jerking upwards in a deep thrust into your mouth, that's when you withdrew your hot lips from his cock. Seeing his sly, crying face, God, why did you have to be like that?

"Oh- Please, please!" He begged, looking at you with tear-streaked eyelids, tears that threatened to fall. He was so excited that he felt like the world around him had stopped.

You smiled at his pleas, looking him up and down. A devilish grin plastered across your face.

"What? Don't tell me you're going to cry." You teased him, sliding your hand under his uniform, squeezing and lightly scratching his chest.

"Fuck. Hell, let me cum..." another plea, and of course he could do it on his own. It wasn't as if you had tied his hands and prevented him from moving.

But he liked taking orders. He liked being treated like a little boy who obeyed every order he was given, he loved it.

Just as you saw his hands coming towards you, trying to grab you by the hips and pull you towards him.

"Hands off." You say, standing up once again.

He whimpers, looking at you slyly, asking for something. You wouldn't be mean to leave him in this state, would you?

"Well, since you weren't paying attention. Looks like I'm going to have to explain everything again." You said nonchalantly, taking no time to take off your clothes, standing naked in front of him.

He gasped, his lips parted as he looked you up and down, his imagination running wild.

And then you mounted him, rubbing your wetness against his tip, giving his lips a little kiss. And there went his hands again, gripping the seat of the chair tightly, so tightly that he could tear the padding if he wanted to.

"You're going to be quiet and listen to me, and I don't want you to cum. Understood?" You say seriously, staring at him as you sink onto his cock, warm, gummy walls nestling him.

"Yes... Yes ma'am." He says in a moan, holding his trembling thighs, taking deep breaths to contain himself. The way you welcomed him so well, how could he hold back like that?

He was a crying mess, staring at your naked figure on his lap, biting his lip and trying to keep his attention on your eyes. But he couldn't, all he did was look down. Seeing the way his cock was buried in you, so deep.

Your breasts swaying slightly as you gestured, your wetness making a mess of his thighs. God, he was fucked.

"I can't hold it." He murmured, moaning loudly and clenching the seat of the chair, holding his hips and avoiding thrusting into you.

You scoffed, holding him by the chin, "Mh? The pretty boy can't hold it? Mh? Dick throbbing so much he needs to empty into me?" You knew that dirty talk was his weak point, and you used it to your advantage.

He cries out, letting his head fall back a little. Unconsciously pushing against you. At least he was trying.

How long had you been explaining? It had been a good few minutes, but maybe he could hold out just a little longer.

You started grinding against him, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, letting your hands roam free over his abdomen, squeezing every bit you could find.

He was finished, not even muffling his sounds with your mouth helped. Your living room was echoing every dirty noise he made, so exciting.

"I want you to sing to me." You purred during the kiss, starting to ride him.

You had no pity, you started doing it fast and deep, listening to his flesh hit yours. Skin against skin, making that unholy noise.

"Ah- fuck- shit- slowly!" He managed to babble, your name slipping from his lips with each bounce.

You felt his body arch up, squirming even more underneath you, he couldn't hold back the minute your walls began to clench against him, it was too much, enough for him to paint your insides white.

He was so high that you had to cover his mouth with yours, while you were still riding him until you came.

"Be quiet, or I'll be doing this all night." A threat or a gift? He couldn't tell, he wasn't even in his right mind to say anything.

And then you came, your fluids mixing with his as you both moaned against each other's lips.

You could still feel his hot cum oozing out, it was such a load. Just for you.

And there he was, drained, panting, not even able to open his eyes from how excited he was, still recovering from the high. And you didn't look much different.

Maybe, just maybe, after tonight he'll need another one of those... Your lessons.

[bunicate]

thinking abt al haitham spanking kaveh’s little bunny🐰🎀, but then he gets distracted at how fat your cunny is.

kaveh and al haitham have specific ways of governing you that without fail will always end in conflict.

al haitham paints his roommate to be spineless, as he falls for your charms quite frequently. each time kaveh makes a promise to discipline you , and each time you bat your pretty eyelashes and warm his cock with your mouth, slobbering promises to never disobey again.

the architect is nothing but putty in your hands but your tactics however never work on the scribe. any error is corrected .

with your perched butt over his lap and tail upright, you flinch from the collision of big palms meeting the plumpest part of your behind. but ! ! al haitham has to pause . he’s in awe at the pretti bunny with a fat milky cunt. its so puffy and thick that he is sure that if he put his cock between them, your folds would hug his dick. all of a sudden a lesson to discipline you is now a lesson teaching a cute bunny how to hop up ‘n’ down on a fat cock.

[xazse]

KITTY/PUPPY BOYS PT2

Warnings:AfabReader!, just straight smut and fluff of course, Hybrids!

Parings: Kitty!Heizou, Puppy!Kaeya, Kitty!Dainsleif, Puppy!Thoma

Link to part one: https://www.tumblr.com/xazse/718064221394534400/kittypuppy-boys

PART THREE COMING SOON

KittyHeizou is very free spirited, he usually prefers to do things his own way, often times he’s not really In the house as much as the other boys are. he’s usually out and about wandering the streets looking for something to cure his curiosity or he’s in the house pestering you about how much his ears hurt and how he needs you to stop what you’re doing immediately to come tend to him.

KittyHeizou loves when you allow him permission to touch you anywhere, his absolutely favorite thing is to nead your breasts, over and over. Grabbing and pulling at them just does something entirely else to his body, it’s not long before there’s a tent in his pants that needs attending to. He’ll guide your hand down there and have you stroke him through his pants, but that doesn’t mean hes gonna stop kneading at your boobs! No! He’s gonna keep pawing at them till his hips are bucking into your hand and he cums on himself.

PuppyKaeya is a huge huge help around the house, he does all the cooking, while you and the other boys focus on the cleaning. Kaeya loves when you and him take strolls around your favorite park and do some simple sight seeing, or you both encounter new people and he just loves to converse. Kaeya won’t admit this out-loud but he does love when you dote on him, and by that I mean he loves when you praise him for something he specifically did or when he achieves something great, your sweet words never fail to have his tail swishing back and forth fast.

PuppyKaeya- Of course Kaeya is on you on days where you’re both alone: he’s balls deep in your cunt. panting in the crook of your neck: mumbling and rambling about how he can’t get enough of how wet you feel around him. Loves loves when you push his hair out of his face and map light kisses all over it, just like earlier he loves when you announce that his cock makes you feel so good and full, tell him he’s such a good boy for making his owner cum for the 3rd time. Make sure to be a little loud so the other boys can hear how excellent Kaeya is!

KittyDainself Just like Heizou, Dainsleif keeps to himself, but unlike him he stays in the house almost all the time, Dainsleif loves a good book reading, where he can relax in peace away from Kaeya’s constant questioning. Dain finds himself enjoying when the both of you cuddle up on a cold day and read together, his head in your lap stroking his ears while you read outloud. Moments like these is where he can truly let go and relax in your hold.

KittyDainsleif is a slow loving partner, he loves to intertwine his fingers with yours while he’s fucking you so good, his fat cock sliding in and out of your heat. Your kitty loves when you bite his neck: it’s so sensitive during your intimate moments, the combined thrusts of his hips, you sucking hickeys on his neck pushes him right over, his loud groan bouncing off the walls while his cock twitches and he spills every last drop into you.

PuppyThoma is also a huge help around the house: he’ll offer to do things that nobody really wants to do. Thoma loves sitting on the ground in front of you while you rub his ears and face, if you listen closely enough you can hear a deep rumbling of him purring with so much content. He absolutely adores your kisses as well, your plump lips meeting his lips does something entirely new to his body.

PuppyThoma is not so dominant when it comes to you, he prefers to be under you, for example his favorite position is you on top of him. Riding his cock for all its worth, the feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock has tears decorating his waterline. This pup is so loud in the bedroom, his yelps and cries can he heard throughout the entire household, so when you hear soft knocking on the door it’s the other boys, hearing how good thoma is feeling has their cocks swelling and wanting to be buried in you too :( but of course you have to ignore them because it’s Thoma’s turn.

BOUNUS:

Dainsleif Just loves handjobs so much, when your fingers wrap around his already throbbing cock and jerk up and down, it’s definitely not the same when he does it your hands are so much more softer. Within a good few minutes he’s already clenching around your hand and cumming with a loud moan

Heizou and Thoma get along so well, if you’re not there to help one of them get off they can just go to eachother which they love, simply rubbing their cocks together for a extended period has both of them mewling and cumming.

Kaeya loves to shower with you, simply sitting in the shower with you pressed agaisnt his broad chest has him relaxing after a long time exhausting day.

Heizou sometimes gets extra needy when you’re in public to the point where it becomes an annoyance when he’s pressing up against you tempting you to touch him. Having to drag him to the bathroom where you’ll allow your kitty to indulge in the warmth of your cunt! But only for 5 minutes! That’s all the time you’ll allow, even if he doesn’t cum within those 5 minutes you’re already pulling up your panties soaked in his precum.

Thoma loves anal, when you stick your finger inside his hole it has his hips already bucking up against you, and his cocklet dripping from neglect.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for calling animal rescue/welfare on my mom who loves her pets?

My mom has 2 cats and 1 dog. I want to start off by saying that she doesn't physically abuse her animals.

They're in a weird state of being really emotionally spoiled and completely physically neglected. The dog sleeps in bed with her and is always on the sofa, doesn't get told off when he pees and poops in the house, and the cats are always getting cuddles. The cats are getting kinda fat because they're fed a lot.

My mom is an alcoholic and she doesn't look after herself or her home at all. It's been years since she showered or bathed, she goes weeks without changing her clothes except for when she works, her house is genuinely falling completely apart. Cupboard doors are falling off at the hinges and propped up with buckets, doors don't close, carpets are coming up off the floor, wallpaper is peeling, the shower door fell off and shattered, the toilet lid is cracked in half, the floors are too dirty to step on without shoes, the entire house STINKS of animal urine and there are stains everywhere. A couple of years back she had an insect infestation in one of the bedrooms.

Now, my mom loves her pets and really emotionally relies on them. Ever since I moved out she's been alone and has regressed even worse because when she's at home she has nothing to do but drink and watch TV. The pets are her only company most days.

However, her bad hygiene and home care translates to them. It has been YEARS since the dog was walked, and months since he even got a cursory trip over the road to the small grass area outside her house. His fur is always matted, and he recently had fleas (god knows how when he doesn't leave the house but there you go). He has bald patches of fur missing. He pees and poops all over the floors and carpets because he just doesn't get let outside to do it enough - and he runs away or hides when you find it so he 100% knows he's not supposed to, he just doesn't have a choice because he's not able to go into the garden. His claws are always so long they're bothering him when he walks, and as gross as it is to describe there have been COUNTLESS times I've visited and he's had literal shit caked onto his fur around his tail because he's had diarrhea and when I've pointed it out that he needs to be washed my mom brushes it off with "It's only a little bit" and continues to let him onto the bed/couch.

The cats are mildly better off because they can clean themselves, but their litter trays are always OVERFLOWING - like, genuinely, mountains of cat poop piling up in the trays to the point where they're going on the floor because they don't have room in the tray - and one of them is sleeping in a bed that is Caked in vomit stains, clumps of hair, other miscellaneous marks, all of that.

I've called someone about it before when I still lived there, and a woman did stop by to check it out and told my mom that the cat litters were unacceptable, but my mom just lies to them. According to her the dog gets walked twice a day without fail, gets a ton of enrichment, everything, and you can't really prove her to be lying. The woman told her she'd drop by in a week to check on the litters, my mom kept them clean until she came back and gave the okay, and then just went right back to neglecting them and nothing was done about it.

I have no idea what to do anymore but I want to call again and really impress upon them that they're not being cared for. I sent photos and video evidence last time along with an explanation, but it doesn't seem like it got me anywhere at all. I just don't know what else to do. I've brought up the idea of taking at least the dog with me to my new place (it's very nearby so she'd still be able to visit him and I'd be able to walk him up to her house), but she VEHEMENTLY objected and told me she'd never be able to let him go.

I'm not sure what it would do tbh, even disregarding that she'd probably just get a new pet I would be genuinely worried she'd lose all interest in life if they were taken away.

TL;DR Mom's alcoholism means she doesn't look after her pets and they're not being cared for at all, but taking them away would severely impact her mental health.

WIBTA for calling animal services on her again?

What are these acronyms?

[sleepingdeath-light]

affectionate male s/o hcs ; angel dust

requested by ; 💍 anon (14/02/24)

fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; angel dust

outline ; “hey, I just saw an update from your blog and was wondering if I could make a request ?!

Angel dust With a male reader boyfriend who is always by his side, and the two of them are always lovey dovey.

You and I definitely know the trauma that Angel Dust has experienced all this time, and I want Angel Dust to be able to share his trauma with his boyfriend so it's not just him.

Thanks in advance 🫂

💍-anon”

note ; this might be a bit shaky in terms of his characterisation because i haven’t written for angel dust in a while, but hopefully it isn’t too noticeable

warning(s) ; references to angel’s canon traumas, but mostly fluff!

you are, to put it bluntly, the only real bright spot in the dark spiral of pain, abuse, and addiction that has defined the vast majority of angel’s life in hell — and that makes him all the more intensely protective over you

he never breathes so much as a word of your relationship around val or his colleagues and refuses to let you go anywhere near the areas of hell dominated by the vees — and up until a few weeks before the battle with adam, he refused to meet up with you at the hotel and would insist on meeting at another neutral location because he was just so damn scared of you two being seen together and somebody (be that his boss, some weird stalker fan, or someone else) deciding to use you to further hurt him

(or even just to hurt you for the sake of it — you are in hell, after all, and the people he’s associated with over the decades aren’t exactly the nicest lot)

all of that being said, when the two of you are together and around the small group of people that angel trusts, he’s more than happy to show off his ‘cute’ little boyfriend and smother you in as much affection as you give him (and even more when he’s in the mood for it)

he’s forever touching you when you’re together: holding one of your hands in his own, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you against his side, hugging you from behind and resting his head atop yours when you’re talking to someone, nuzzling his face against your cheek or the crook of your neck, playing with your fur/fluff/hair/wings/tail when you’re sat side by side at the bar, interlocking elbows when you’re walking together, kissing you on the cheek/nose/temple whenever he feels like it, laying down with his face buried in your chest/stomach after a long day (or letting you bury your face in his fluff if you’ve had a rough go of it), and even just outright picking you up and carrying you around whenever he’s bored and wants to go hangout in his room with just you and fat nuggets

and, of course, there are a few acts that you can do that never fail to make his day that bit brighter — namely running your hands through his hair when he’s laying on your lap/stomach/chest, and reaching out to grab one of his hands and stroke reassuring circles onto the back of it whenever he seems nervous for whatever reason

(really any genuine display of innocent affection makes his heart melt, but it’s those two that have the best chance of making his performative mask drop and having a real smile slip through onto his face)

truly the list of affectionate displays, both public and private, is endless and angel dust can’t get enough — you’re the one that introduced him to this whole ‘innocent touching between boyfriends’ thing, sure, but around nine times out of ten he’s the one that initiates it because he just can’t help but want to be close to you all of the time

he gets incredibly pouty and jealous whenever you show affection to other people, even though he’s fully aware that that’s just who you are and it doesn’t mean anything to you — this can be very easily remedied by spoiling him with love, affection, and gifts when you realise what’s happened, but in the moment in can get a tad awkward because of how over the top flirtatious and possessive angel’s language and behaviour gets (like by the time you’ve caught on and dragged him away to talk it over, the other party is left with less than no doubt about the fact that you’re very happily taken and your boyfriend does not like to share)

having someone waiting for him to get home, the promise of affection without expectation and an evening of proper actual aftercare, is what keeps him from spiralling as badly as he used to — you give him that extra bit of motivation that he needs to stay on the straight and narrow (or as close as he can given his contract) and not fall back on those bad habits again

because he doesn’t need to ruin himself or drown his emotions in sex and drink and drugs or any of the other shit he used to do when he has you — because he wants to be someone you’re proud of, that you’re proud to be with, and that you can rely on for comfort and support as much as he can rely on you for those things

he wants to be the best person he can be for you and, in the process, he starts to believe more and more in the whole ‘hazbin hotel’ project that charlie started

you and cherry are the only ones that really get to see the real angel dust on a consistent basis — and you’re the only one who gets to know, and address him by, his real name when you’re alone because he trusts you so much and because it feels much more intimate and ‘real’ to be called that by his boyfriend rather than the stage name that everyone knows him by

because the two of you are basically attached at the hip when you’re together, angel ends up missing you very intensely when you’re apart for whatever reason — this means that he’s texting you whenever he gets a spare moment to do so throughout the day (he gets very good at hiding his phone at the studio as a result of this habit because, no matter how much he may try, he just can’t resist sending you a quick text or selfie between shoots)

he and cherry are out at the bar having some fun? he’s texting you between shots telling you about how much you’d love this place and how you should totally go there for your next date

charlie and vaggie are being all lovey-dovey in the hotel lobey? he’s sending you a picture with a super cheesy caption about how that should be you but since you were too busy you’re gonna have to miss out

he’s been given a super cute outfit to wear for a movie or his makeup looks especially good? he’s texting you a selfie in his changing room and making a million excuses to his boss just so he can see the compliment you send him before he has to lock and hide away his phone so he can go back to the shoot

you had to leave early and he has the day off? he’s sending you a sad selfie of him and fat nuggets talking about how much they both miss you and insisting you hurry up and either finish your errands quickly or skive off of work to come back to bed

and the list goes on… he’s really clingy but you can’t say you mind given your affectionate inclination

[the-sun-station]

"fat tail never fail" rolling around in my headspace today

love those thick fuckin chunky tails that probably weigh more than the rest of your body combined

[cerastes]

It’s true though, Tomimi’s design is apex horny but I cannot think of her in any sexual light 20% because I’m a thin, long tail kinda guy, and 80% because she’s actually fucking hilarious, all I associate Tomimi with is “endorphin”, she’s a Caster but excels in hand-to-hand combat, to the point where she managed to take over several Sargonian tribes by beating them, cunning enough that she managed to do that in the lowdown without a lot of people noticing, canonically knows how to operate a surface-to-air missile launcher, canonically operated a surface-to-air missile launcher to shoot down her crush because she (correctly) assumed said crush could survive not just getting hit by a missile, but also the subsequent plane crash, she did this after she got her crush to come by plane at her own repeated insistence, met Doctor and unlike the vast majority of characters, immediately perceived them as a LETHAL THREAT but not because she sensed anything wrong with them or managed to peek into their past or anything, it was simply because Doc and Gavial are canonically good friends, and since Doc is also pretty fragile physically, Gavial was taking extra care to make sure they were alright in the harsh conditions of Sargon, which made Tomimi supremely jealous, and the moment she goes an “uuuu uuuu uuuu why don’t you ask ME if I slept well”, Gavial immediately chokeslams her with “bro you are literally a warlord, I’m positive you’re fine”, oh, yeah, Tomimi is a warlord, also the moment the GIG IS UP, Tomimi goes “my psionic warriors! Seal this booboo bear within my bedroom! I command you!” but then Gavial and Eunectes do a beautiful reenactment of Dynasty Warriors 3 and beat the absolute shit out of numerous tribes while Tomimi rapidly starts freaking out in real time because SHE knows it’s up, she’s getting owned in front of girls, she’s getting owned in front of the girl she LIKES, by the girl she likes, and by the end, she gets spanked in her fat tail by Gavial (around 800000 newtons of force) and says FINE and applies to Rhodes Island instead if she can’t keep Gavial in Sargon.

And what do we learn in Rhodes Island? She knows how to fucking work a grill. She canonically can operate a surface-to-air missile launcher AND a grill, and everyone loves her! And when getting evaluated to be a Caster, since her style of magic is “hook to the liver into double leg takedown and transition into triangle choke”, the evaluators were like “mmmm so that’s not quite what we do here...”

but then

“...But also that was dope as all fuck and I think we, as Casters, ought to get BUFF and learn HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT as well, funny alligator girl has a point” and they let her be a Caster even though her signature spell is Suplex.

So this absolute goober shoots your plane down with a missile launcher, then tries to kidnap you, THEN fails so fucking hard at her job interview that they go “we’ve never seen anyone do it this bad, you’re fascinating”, actually gets the job, under you, because that’s where they put the weirdos, and turns out to be a grillmaster that is only born once every one hundred years.

There is actually nothing about Tomimi that isn’t fucking hilarious and I will wingman for her at the cost of everything, I will risk it ALL.

[thatsdemko]

extra credit - t.wolff

masterlist

requested: y

pairings: professor!toto wolff x college student!fem!reader

warnings: not intended for minors + mentions of making out + cliff hanger(there is no part two!) + the following acts are considered illegal/fireable + minor errors + lightly proofread!

a/n: I wrote this so fast the inspiration just hit me😅 please do not actually do this with your professor!!! feedback is always appreciated xx

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

failing. you’ve never in your life seen that big fat F in a grade book until you took toto wolffs class in sports team management. he was a tough grader, you knew that going into it, but you didn’t expect to see that letter taunting you.

you were swallowing your pride for the first time, you never needed extra credit in your life until this very moment. standing in front of his office, tail in between your legs as you knock on the door, feeling embarrassment and anxiety wash over you.

“come in,” you hear his thick Austrian accent from behind the door. you twist on the knob pushing it to reveal him behind the desk, glasses on the bridge of his nose and typical white button down shirt sleeves rolled. he looks hot, you have to admit.

and maybe that was your problem, you were too distracted by his good looks to even pay attention. you’re not the only one who feels this way, the girls beside you agreed he was attractive. it was hard to listen when his good looks got into the way.

“hi,” you breathe out hearing the door latch behind you. you slip your backpack off and take the empty seat across from him.

he removes his glasses from his nose and shuts down his computer, attention turning to you, “what can I do for you?” he leans back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. he’s intimidating.

you sigh, heart rate increasing by the second, “I just want to know if there’s anything I can do to increase my grade? I know it’s a long shot.”

a smirk forms on his lips as he leans his elbow against the arm of the chair, fingers running over his chin, “there is something you can do.” he nods watching your eyes light up, a little blush forming on your cheeks, heat thickens against your forehead as you nod for more.

“help me grade papers for my introduction class. just for a couple of days I’ll gift you a B, sound fair?” he offers, watching you lean closer to the desk, hand over your chest as you thank him for this opportunity.

“you won’t regret it, I’ll do whatever you need.”

—

it’s after dark, most of the professors have gone home the only people in the offices are you and Toto silently grading papers.

it’s warm in his office, you’ve gotten rid of your sweatshirt leaving you in just your tight fit crop top t-shirt. he’s sporting the same look he always does, rolled up sleeves, button up white dress shirt. he looks handsome, as usual but he can’t help it, looking up at you.

“what did you think of the last lecture?” he asks, deciding to fill the silence that surrounds you. he watches you look up from the paper you’re reading, big eyes full of youth that he just wants to swallow.

“I thought it was good.” you whisper feeling him watch you as you sink back into reading. you’re having a hard time concentrating, maybe it’s that you feel those brown eyes on you or that you were just so nervous to be in his presence alone.

“did you? or were you too busy mentally undressing me?” he rests his elbow on his messy desk, papers scattered all over. you’re caught, sure every girl in that class has probably got that same lust in their eyes for him, he just so happens to pick you out from the crowd.

you swallow the nervous lump forming, laughter escaping from anxiety, “I-I did think it was good.”

your hesitation makes him move from his side of the desk. he closes the office door leaving you both trapped in the heat of his room, “I know you feel it too.” he bends down, hot minty breath rushing down your spine, chills spread across you.

“professor Wolff, that would be against the law—“

“not if they don’t find out.” he cuts you off, the paper in your lap gets thrown to the side, his index finger brushes the loose strains of your ponytail, “and it’s Toto. I don’t like professor Wolff.”

he sits on the edge of his desk, thick thighs nearly bursting out of his black slacks. he’s big, you can see that and it’s taking everything in you to try and remain calm. try and find that paper you’re reading, but your hands brush against his leg, he’s bending down, eyes closing his lips end up on yours.

“will that kiss get me an A?” you don’t want to pull away, his lips are soft yet firm, it’s everything you’ve dreamt of. you’re sure this is a dream, but when you sit down on your pencil and hear it crunch, you know it’s real.

“say what you want and I’ll give you an A.” he leans back in, and you close the gap, fingers raking through his shaggy brown hair. you don’t even know what you want, this kiss is just enough, you’d be embarrassed to ask for more.

“just this is fine.” you whisper in between breaths of the heated session, not only are you sweating from Toto’s grip against your hip, but you’re suddenly aware of the warmth in the room. that there’s no exit out of this.

“I know its not. say what you need.”

“you,” you moan against his lips, fingers pulling on the buttons that aren’t undone already, “I want you.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

he shows you that, teeth nibbling on the skin of your neck, lips trailing down until he gets to your shoulder, the parts that aren’t exposed but he still finds a way to suck on the skin. his hands are undoing your bra, he’s a natural at the art of multitasking.

he’s almost got you on your feet, about to ride his thigh when the sound of the janitor outside his office comes into your ears. both of you pause hearing a knock, “mr. Wolff, you in there?”

he pushes you off of him, you’re trying to slow your breath down by chugging your water, as he cracks the door open, “it’s a late night, I apologize.” he makes small talk with the janitor for a moment, two of them bid their goodbyes and soon enough you head the vacuum running and the door is closed once more.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

“for what?” you ask, moving closer to his body that’s leaned up against the door, “you’re saying you don’t want to finish this?”

he chuckles, hand running over your cheek, “we will finish this extra credit tomorrow. I need more time with you.”

[six-white-venus]

every night, without fail, i dream of a dog.

i don't really mind them. dogs, that is. on most days, I adore them. but every night I see this howling, miserable creature, my hand itches for a knife.

in the dream, i watch it roam around in the streets, tail wagging, always wagging as it nuzzles everyone's leg. they all smile and coo you're such a good boy, aren't you? and it is, so it barks and turns over to show its belly and they all laugh and everything is happy, it's splendid. is it? no one approached it during that one (thousand) time (s) it got hit by a truck and was dragged down the street, that poor old hound. no one wants to patch up a dirty, homeless dog. it will heal, anyway. it always does. and after it does, it will nip at their heels again and they'll all laugh and pat its head.

(they scrub their hands raw after that. their mothers chide them for touching a walking, breathing plague but it's fine, it's just a dog, it's not like it can hear anything anyway. the sink overflows. i sit and listen)

you can say it's loved, to some extent. if love is all smiles and stones on your back and leftover food and eyes that always yearn for praise and words that chase and embrace, then yes, it is so very loved. loved, but not enough to be called by name. it wanders the streets with its tongue out, watching, waiting, always waiting, for a stranger to take it home but a homeless dog has no home for a reason. i sit on the bench of its favourite park and all I can think is: what a stupid fucking dog.

i like cats. cats hiss. they scratch and flinch and run. they don't forgive. they never forget. but dogs never learn. slap your dog to near death, try it. after it whimpers and hides underneath your couch, extend your hand and coo a few niceties. slide its favourite treats towards its snout. sit cross-legged on the floor and call it by a name that feels like plastic on your tongue and watch it come back and lick your boots.

what a stupid fucking dog.

god forbid it snaps. god forbid it snarls and bites down on your cruel hands and saves itself from all the pain. an ungrateful beast, that's what it is. look at its teeth. is that maggots in its fur, in the holes of its wounds? disgusting, entitled bitch, not knowing its place. someone put that damn dog down.

they don't forget to feed the dog, no. they just choose not to. it was getting too fat, too loud and had the gall to growl at them when they raised their hand. really! the audacity! stupid fucking dog, look at it circle their feet anyway. look at it, waiting for them to say 'good boy!' when it drops a dried leaf at their feet, all hopeful and pathetic.

but all they do is click their tongue and beat it with a broom. watch it whimper and hide. the leaf looks like fire, like a flake of the sun, like summer. it's just a goddamn leaf and that's just a dog, so what does it matter? it doesn't. it never did and never will.

i dream of a dog every night and I hate it because it goes by my name. or rather, I go by its name. it's pathetic.

what a stupid fucking dog. someone put the damn thing down.

please.

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Jason momoa is dating his shy hairstylist! reader who really really wants but shy to ask him to eat her or fuck her up XD sorry

In the mood for somethin sweet

'Christ, his hair is a freakin jungle!' you think as as you stick the rat tail comb between your teeth and reach around ya man for the detangler. His eyes unknowingly watch you in the mirror, appreciating your curvaceous figure, but your too busy trying to unsnare his luscious blonde tipped locks. It's a real challenge to not huff out your irritation for him never brushing his damn hair. As his personal hairstylist you know it's factual information that if you don't do it then it doesn't get done.

Moving from behind Jason, you part his hair and start on the front. You're so concentrated on holding his hair from the root as you comb to avoid hurting him, you fail to take in his eyes raking over your juicy brown tits in his face. He licks his lips and continuously stares as you lean closer for better access.

You get a whiff of his cologne and its some effort from you to not nose his neck. Dammit, why does this fine ass man seduce you every appointment without even trying. How many times had you left the shop with an achy throb between your legs, just wishing he was going home with you instead.

Hell, it didn't make a damn lick of sense that guys still haven't fucked yet. This taking it slow nonsense was gonna be the death of you. But the way he petted your pussy always took you to another dimension, made you wonder what else he was good at. You've woken up from too many bomb ass wet dreams of what that mouth might do.

"Geez, Jase.. Why don't you just cut this all off. It's obvious you don't want it." Your irritation at his blatant disrespect for his hair comes out without your permission.

"Now why would I do that when it gives me excuse to come see you, sweetheart?" Jason responds with a hearty chuckle.

You feel absolutely pathetic that the nick name makes your tummy churn and heat bloom in your cheeks. Your so damn glad you can't blush. Your ok with your usual routine of avoiding eye contact during appointments but then rushing home to rub at your sticky little puss after he leaves.

"You can't possibly love coming in my shop every Friday evening, it's the weekend! Don't you have plans?" You ask, as you move on to comb and style the front of his hair.

"Yeah, I got something reeeal fun in mind for tonight actually." He licks his lips as he speaks, voice dangerously low while he continues to gaze at you through the mirror with piercing eyes.

Your mind races as you wonder what he could be about to get into. Maybe plans for a solo night? It's hard not to imagine him alone in bed, body glistening with sweat as he pumps at his fat dick desperately. Does he moan loud when he's all alone? You wonder if he likes to tease and edge himself.. Naw, you think, he seems like the type to go straight for that nut. Fuuuuuck you know he must cum buckets. The thought makes your thighs involuntarily squeeze together repeatedly hoping for some relief. You just KNEW he had a monster cock that could fuck you into oblivion. Your hands move in his hair instinctively, as you day dream about your sexy beefy ass client.

This doesn't go unnoticed by Jason. He watches you in the mirror as your chest rises and falls a bit faster, a light perspiration starting to cover you. You're nibbling your lip in a way that makes him wanna pounce on you, still rubbing those thick ass thighs together. He KNOWS the center of your lollipop is fuckin sweet.

"... Sweetheart?"

You only catch the end of his sentence thanks your nasty ass imagination. Fuck, your embarrassed. Never have you ever been so ready to get dicked down.

"Sorry, what was that?"

You still refuse to meet his eyes in the mirror as you move to finish styling the back of his hair. If you did peek, you would have immediately recognized his knowing smirk for what it was. He might as well have the power to read your mind.

"I said what are you doin after our appointment?" He repeats, hoping like a muthafucker that you'll be doing him.

"No plans, jus gonna go home and chill alone I guess."

"Why don't we grab somethin to eat? Fuckin starvin, princess." He suggests.

"Ok-kay, what're ya thinkin?"

You're a bit nervous. This was sudden. You've been out a few times in public together already AND it wasn't like the world didn't know you two were dating. But you guys had manage to stay in your own private little bubble and as introvert, it's been the best feeling in the world for you. Still, you crave any time you can spend with Jason, especially considering his hectic schedule for his upcoming movie.

"I'm thinkin somethin sweet... Maybe a little juicy? I don't usually do this but I'm tryna skip to dessert tonight." He says, smiling lewdly.

With your y/e/c eyes trained on his hair, focused intently on the small section you have left, you're missin all the cues. He thinks he might just have to lift up your snug little jean skirtand pin you down; start to eat so you finally understand he's tryin to feast on that pussy for dinner.

"From where? Oh! There's this cute little place, I think it's close by-"

"Woman.." He interrupts, and you recognize that commanding, dominant tone.

That's Daddy's Voice. You had hesitantly joked about it with the Jason the first time he unintentionally but successfully used it while he fingered you till you gushed on his sheets.

You fix your gaze to his, setting your hot pink comb down as you finally finish. You know what he wants to eat in an instant as he leers at you lewldly. As much as you want, no NEED this, you can't help but take a step back reflexively at his wolfish grin. Boy lookin at yo ass like he gone eat you alive!

Jason notices your retreat and in no way in fucking hell is he letting you get away that easy. He stands quickly, glancing at the mirror in appreciation, and runs his fingertips from the front back of his hair. He absolutely destroys your middle part, per usual, but somehow his sexy careless style looks far better than yours.

He then stalks your way and this time your steps backwards are intentional. Your horny ass boyfriend catches you easily though with firm hands on your waist as your back hits the wall. You look like a deer in headlights as he pulls you close, meshing your pelvis to his. His half hard chub feels thick as fuck against clothed mound, makes you close your eyes with quiet stuttering gasps of pleasure. Jason bends a bit to speak softly at you ear, watching you closely as to not miss one reaction from your shuddering body.

"You gone finally let Daddy taste his pussy or what?"

Your ears ring, his question on loop in your head. His thrusts increase in pressure but he keeps his snail like pace. The slow drag of his hips muddy your mind and you find it hard to focus on an answer.

Jason's okay with that though. He'll let your body speak for itself then. Kneeling in front of you, his large warm hands caress your denim covered ass, your soft warm thighs, and smooth cocoa brown legs. Reluctantly breaking eye contact, he silently taps on your furry black platform Ugg slippers and you lift each foot so he can remove them. You watch intently, as Jason lifts your left leg at the ankle and lays a soft kiss right below your gold dangling ankle bracelet.

"Pretty." He comments on your toes painted blood red nail and a matching 14K gold toe ring.

You wanna say 'thank you' but his lips continuing upwards, after he puts your leg up on his shoulder, render you speecheless besides your quiet moans. He leaves a molten hot trail that spreads warmth through your body and has you bucking your hips impulsively.

"Don't worry. Daddy's gonna give you what you want sweetheart, what I NEED. Cant wait to taste this pretty little puss."

Jason glances up your body, looking briefly at the diamond necklace he gifted you resting on your heaving chocolate tits. He notes how pretty you are in your sky blue tube top, as he lifts your skirt up and pulls your black lacy little thong to the side. He can tell you want this but still sees that hint of shyness in your gorgeous eyes and he can't have that shit! Doesn't mind suckin it out of you through your pussy if he has to.

You get no warning as he attaches his lips to your clit, reapeatedly sucking forcefully on your sensitive little button. The feeling is so intense you wonder if he's trying to inhale your poor quivering pussy. Even when your head smacks against the wall, the thud booming, there's no repreive. You stare blankly, mouth open wide, emitting loud panting pleasured whines as you gasp for breath.

"Daaaddy, aaah aaah Daaaaaddy." You've never moaned his title during him pleasuring you before but it's like he pulls it out of you.

His rigid dick jerks every few seconds in his black jeans from the way you grip his freshly styled hair, pulling it while crying and dripping all over his mouth. He wants so badly to slide his cock into you, knows for a fact that his pussy would be hot, wet and welcoming to him. Is more than positive you'll be his good little princess and let him breed you to his hearts content.

His fingers trace your soaking wet opening before teasingly pushing the tip of his index finger in and out with leisure. It may not be his monster cock but his finger is fuckin thick and is just what you need. He's glad he's got the wall to help him hold you up because he's losing concentration as you flutter frantically around his digit, trying to suck him in further while he licks at the pink of you vehemently. He wants so bad to feel you clutching at his dick like this; It's maddeningly to Jason not being able to fuck into you and drain his balls into your little puss. He can't wait till get his chance to overstimulate you till you beg and plead for him to stop.

Jason's middle finger joining his index snaps your back in a mean ass arch as you wail and try to push him away by his forehead. But your strength is nothing compare to his. He leans into you, snatching both your wrists in one hand and holding them tight as the other continues it assault on your insides.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckoh fuckmeeeeee Daddyyyyy!!" Your screams bounce off the walls of your salon in echos and your more than glad you locked up and sent everyone home early for the night.

His leaky cock spasms in his snug black briefs, twitching to the same beat of your rapidly clenching pussy unbeknownst to either of you. He hopes to God he don't bust his nut in his pants right now.

"You knoooow what I want princess." Jason moans against your clit.

He serves you a harsh suck while moving his head back, pulling off your clit with a loud SMACK of his lips. Your eyes rolling back as you convulse and lustfully hump at his mouth. That tells him all he needs to know as he repeats the action again.. And again.. Again.. Then once more. He doesn't get to do it a 5th time as you unexpectedly start creaming against his now swollen lips.

"Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddy!!" You can't scrounge a single ounce of embarrassment at your desperate pleas for him.

His stare is penetrating as he continues to nurse on your contracting little puss. You shake and shiver, trying to yank your wrist from his grasp with no luck. Your body twists and turns while Jason holds you between the wall and himself easily. With creased brows and your cute button nose scrunched, you squirt and spray in little gushes. Fuuuuck just what he expected from his perfect girl. You cum loud, long and hard for him.

Only when Jason's beard drips of your essence onto your salon floor does he relase his grip and cease his mind blowing torture. His big dick tents his pants but he stays kneeled before you. A wet patch of precum on his pants is easily visible.

You're eyes meet his in an instant, entire body vibrating with euphoria from your orgasm, you know what you want next. So you tell him, licking your plump lined lips sensually.

"My turn, Daddy.."

[bucknastysbabe]

https://www.tumblr.com/bucknastysbabe/715885981170057216/thinking-bout-voyeur-criston-while-banging-aegon biting screaming crying PLEASE

It is time. Incel Knight and Drunk Prince. Here’s some sheet metal to bite if I have satisfied you.

My Word is My Honor - Aegon II X Targ!afab x Ser Cole

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dead dove themes, Voyeur!dark!Criston, Hightower scheming, Dark!Aegon’s dumbass ideas, Aemond is tired, Targ princess reader, pnv!sex, loss of virginity, cumming in pants, TW: so much manipulation

Taglist: @ilikeitbetterangsty @godrakin @lovelykhaleesiii @fairysluna @borikenlove @connorsui

Alicent had come to Criston to watch over her second daughter while they were searching for a betrothal. She mentioned Aegon being a nuisance. The knight raised his brows and stated, “Forgive me my queen, but those two don’t mix.” Complete opposites really. The green queen demurely put a hand on his chest, uttering, “Trust me on my his one, yes?”

He kneeled. “Yes my queen. My word as my honor.”

He wouldn’t fail her. That heavenly woman. But Criston wrinkled his nose knowing where he would find the sweet princess next. The cavernous Dragonpit, where Cole’s horse whinnied and stamped upon the smell of Dragon.

The second princess spent most of her time with or on her beloved he-dragon Crimsontail. An apt name, as the beast was a burnished copper that faded into a bright red tail. Criston ordered a dragonkeeper to lead him to Crimsontail’s nest. He grew wary of the sounds of the beasts all around.

There she was, attentive to her dragon, brushing him with something. Criston remembered her demonstrating that dragons shed and would have issues along their backs and tails, sometimes hind legs. He rolled his eyes, between Aemond and her he wasn’t sure who spent more time researching Ancient Valyria. So why was Alicent so worried about Aegon?

She had blossomed in a beautiful young woman at 10-and-8. She took after the Targaryen side in looks, angular features furrowed as she focused on the task at hand. Her dark blonde hair was braided up. Nothing like the doe eyes and soft cheeks of Aegon and Helaena. Some likened her to the ruggedly beautiful Queen Who Never Was, Rhaenys.

Finding her a match was going to be…difficult. Alicent was combing through the Reach lords, even some Dornish. House Tyrell was out of the equation with their lord as a toddling babe. The princess was painfully shy around lords and ladies. She spoke to the boys in the yard and her family minus Aegon. Criston and the girl were close.

She chirped, shucking down thick scales, “Ser Criston, what brings you here? Just straightening out Crimsontail so we can fly soon.” The knight loved to see her fly, twirling and dipping above the Blackwater. Alicent had restricted most of that since familial tensions were growing.

“You do remember what-,”

“Yes I know Ser Cole. Keep the flying to a minimum. Don’t want to smell of dragon when being presented to the Reach lords. Why can’t you just marry me to Aemond or something? That’s what us Targaryen’s do right?”

Criston frowned. He didn’t want her off in the Reach either, chained up and unable to fly. Didn’t really want her with stuffy Aemond either.-l

She continued, “I just want to ride, like Rhaena or Rhaenys. Explore the world! Not be a broodmare for whatever schemes we have planned.” Another thick chunk of dragon skin sloughed off, Crimsontail snuffling in pleasure.

“I’m sorry my princess. I’ll see if I can discuss anything. But I need you back and cleaned up in the keep. I have a horse for you.”

She ripped off another section before patting her beast and hopping off the stool, moving it away. The princess looked splendid in her leathers, meant to be a dragon rider. Her usually solemn face looked disturbed as she asked Criston, “Will they send me to some fat lord’s bed? That’s what Aegon said.”

Criston bristled at the mention of the little shit. Making everyone miserable for his own benefit. He wrapped an arm around her and hummed, “You know not to listen to Aegon. Let’s get back to the keep, and I’ll give him a talking to. Little brat, that one.”

She snickered and hopped on the horse, rest of the ride quiet.

Upon returning to the Red Keep, Criston could estimate Aegon was probably still sleeping off a hangover in his chambers. Beelining towards the wayward prince’s chambers he busted open the door with a pauldron. Aegon flailed and sat his bed-mussed head up.

“Fuck, ugh, what Cole?”

Criston stepped forward and seethed, “Stop spreading shite to stress your sister out. She’s nerve wracked as is with the potential betrothals.”

Aegon snorted, laying back down laughing, “S’not bullshit Cole, mum will shuck her off with a Redwyne, they’re very keen and have that fleet.” Criston exhaled sharply through his nose, “Don’t interact with her, okay?” He stomped out, slamming the door, Aegon’s delirious laugh echoing.

Criston frowned once again. Looked like he was going to do some servant quarters rounds tonight. Because those two interacting was strange. Aegon used to make the poor thing cry all the time and she once gathered a bag of dragon shit and hid it in his quarters until the eldest Prince had a meltdown gagging and sobbing. They simply didn’t mix. On very different wavelengths.

Criston couldn’t ever say it out loud but he held a possessive streak over the princess. He coveted her and beat his back bloody over it every night. To think that disease ridden worm would touch her made him want to get…stabby.

Criston reported his findings to Alicent and she gave him the go ahead to infiltrate the servants quarters no armor needed. But he had to watch over dinner, dark eyes looking for any…anomalies. But there was none. Aegon and Aemond argued over inane things, Helaena chatted with Otto, Alicent was quietly talking to the younger princess. Who did not look happy, mouth turned down as if she might cry.

Aegon’s voice grew dim. Criston watched him look over at his non-married sister and stare for a second too long. Aemond brought him back with a flick to the shoulder, bickering beginning again. More fodder for Criston’s investigation. Then she exploded, “I don’t want to marry that old man mother! Why cannot I marry Aemond? We are of like age, powerful riders, it will keep the blood strong.”

She wept as Otto and Alicent explained the need for their power when the cunt on Dragonstone struck. Aegon added, “That’s shite, we need more dragons hatched, marry her to the weed here.” Aemond remained silent, always in agreement with the Hightowers, Helaena trying to console her sibling.

Dinner ended with an abrupt snap from the Queen, sending everyone their separate ways. Only she and Criston remained. Alicent picked and chewed at her nails, the knight reminding her to stop. Doe eyes stared up at him, beseeching, “I don’t. I don’t want to do that to her. But I must.” Criston nodded in understanding.

“Our future must be secured. She may grow to love the man yet. The dragon is close to Old Town and Daeron. Aegon is too interested in schemes like this. I shall be infiltrating his quarters around the hour of the wolf. I will inform Steffon of the princess.” He knelt and kissed Alicent’s shaking hand, murmuring, “We will get this under control my Queen.” She nodded, frayed and shaken, leaving the room to walk with Lord Hand Otto.

He needed to change now.

Criston slunk through the servant’s hallways, tight and stuffy from the heat. He wiped sweat from his brow, checking his map. The knight drew near to Aegon’s quarters. As he got closer, muffled noises were heard. At the door, Criston stopped. Like a force beyond him stilled his hand.

“Aegon, I don’t know, I want to support the family.”

That was his sweet princess.

“Fuck the family, they’re sending you off for the grand war they want. The arbor, pfft, maybe you’ll see Daeron.”

He heard soft weeping again. Covers rustled and Aegon spoke, unusually syrupy sweet. Criston eased back the slat for one eye to look through. She was still clothed, Aegon in his small clothes. Softling, with a rounded belly, any muscle stemmed from his thighs from riding Sunfyre. He held her gently, pale hand in her darker blonde hair.

“Do you want to go to the Arbor or stay here?”

She whined, “H-h-here Aegon, you know that!”

He murmured, “I have an idea, a good one, for fucking once.”

She peeled back, eyes narrowing. “And what is that?” He hummed, “You want to be married to Aemond yes?”

She shrugged, “Better him than there, yes. What are you getting at?”

His hand trailed down to her stomach, eyes intense. He rasped, “I get you pregnant, we put the blame on Aemond. He wouldn’t leave you with a bastard, too honorable and hates them. So then a quick wedding and you don’t leave.”

She blinked some tears away, so naive sometimes. Criston was beginning to fume. But he didn’t want the princess to go either. Always so selfish, he was. The female pled, “Okay, we can do that, just be gentle Aeg. You haven’t always been very kind.”

Aegon’s act made Criston feel volatile. The crown Prince held and cooed, “I’ll make it good, you know I will sweet sister. I know how it feels to be a pawn, a plaything.” She nodded and threw her arms around his shoulders, heaving, “Oh thank you Aegon, oh!” The knight’s fists clenched when Aegon’s sullen lips turned into a smirk.

Criston wrestled in agony between busting the door down or letting it happen— stuck in suspended animation as the scene unfolded. Clothes being sensually removed, Aegon’s roaming lips, her soft sighs.

The Prince was above her now, hands deep on her thighs, keeping her wide. She threw an arm over her eyes, whimpering, “Ah-Aegon, please don’t!” He shushed, “Hm, no darling, you’re gorgeous. All Targaryen’s are. Wet for me too. I’m going to stretch you out okay?”

“Be gentle!”

He grinned under the candlelight, “I will sweet sister.”

Thick fingers, somewhat calloused from riding, swirled around between her thighs, flicking up once to catch her clit. She yelped and whimpering, chiding. Aegon slid a pointed finger in her cunt, sighing in ecstasy. “You’re a wet one. Aemond might enjoy this.” He pumped for a bit, added a second. The princess squirmed and rode his hand, panting, “Aeg, Aeg? I uh, I need to pee? Mmm! Oh stop it stop it!” He groaned and sped up, her slick noises heady.

Criston was ready to try again at her pleas of mercy until he realized. She howled Aegon’s name, gushing on his pumping hand and the bed below. The softling rasped, “That’s a good girl, baby sister should be ready for my cock now, hm?” He climbed atop of her slim frame and kissed the princess, likely rutting his stiff prick between her wet folds.

The knight’s cock was fit to burst, straining his brown breeches. His left hand itched to touch. No. No. He wouldn’t. He would leave after and report to Alicent. Be good. Not an oathbreaker.

They kissed and caressed eachother, moaning those carnal sounds, slick and emotional. She whimpered, “M’ready, want your cock big brother, help me, you’re going to help me.” He half-wheezed, “Yes my sweet sister, I am, I’ll make sure the seed takes. Pretty blonde babe, they won’t know the difference.”

Criston stifled his own heavy breathing at the sound of his cock penetrating her virgin cunt. She cried out in pain, clinging to Aegon. He kissed her tears away, shushing and promising how it gets better. And it did.

He fucked her in smooth glides, expertly knowing all the spots that drove a woman mad. She whimpered and clawed at his back, legs wrapped around his fatty hips. The princess moaned, “Yes, gods yes, so good! Full!” Aegon fucked into her harder, slurring dirty words and fondling, suckling, nipping her teats.

“I hope I don’t get too jealous when you get ripe with my seed, on that one-eyed fuck’s arms.”

“I’m yours, yours,” she babbled deliriously.

Criston closed his eyes and pretended her needy warbles were for him, shamefully palming his prick. Aegon’s hips were smacking roughly now, his hands on her waist. He growled, “Yeah you are, should’ve been mine earlier. Tis’ no matter, I’ll fuck you every night until your moon blood stops.” She arched and clawed at him, pussy slick and needy.

“Fuuuck, oh you’re gonna milk me dry sweetling, c’mon and let your brother fill you up, cum on his cock yeah?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!,” she yowled, Aegon clamping down on her mouth. Criston panted softly now, his breeches stained and cheeks red. This was all he needed to see. The flagellation awaited then he would report in the morning. He had to walk away, couldn’t stand to see that lovey nonsense afterward— that he craved badly.

The princess was sent away to the Arbor after recovering from a strange illness and a check from the Maester claiming her maiden hood was intact, just worn from riding the dragon so much. She hugged him bye, weeping before getting on Crimsontail. Her wide lilac eyes were painful to bear as she sobbed, “I-I will miss you Ser Criston, I don’t know if I can bear it.”

“I’ll send a raven dear princess, go on now. Daeron will be waiting.”

The goodbyes to the rest of the family were short. Aegon received a long look and she hopped upon the dragon, heading southwest. Criston thought about walking into the sea. Aegon thought about following her. She thought about burning it all.

[creative-crybaby]

Slow and Steady (Wins the Race)

PAIRING: Usagiyama Rumi (Miruko) x fem!reader

GENRE: wee bit of comfort | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: sensual massage, light tail play (?), oral (f receiving), fingering, light nipple play, cum eating, mention of a sex toy, scissoring

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SUMMARY: What was supposed to be a massage to help your girlfriend relax soon became an opportunity for you to push her buttons.

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The best part about patrols is when Usagiyama returns home from them. 

That’s what you like to tell yourself, anyway. You’d hold your lover tightly to stop her from getting out of bed, but you know the importance of her job. She has people to save, including you, regardless if you’re the one in immediate danger or not. Still, when the Pro Hero returns to your shared apartment, whether battered and bruised or without a scratch, it’s your opportunity to take care of her.

You left little to no room for arguing when you offered your girlfriend a massage, not that she had any rebuttals. 

Stripping to her underwear, she lays on her stomach on the bed, making herself comfortable as you straddle her lower back and get to work. You give her your undivided attention, following her instructions to find the knots that need untying in her muscles. Getting your lover to let her guard down never fails to put a smile on your face, though that satisfaction is short-lived as every groan she releases strengthens the coil in your belly.

Your careful touches soon grow sensual as you stop putting pressure on the spots she needs attention to and start roaming her soft skin. Of course, Usagiyama notices, especially as your hands slide lower while you shift to straddle her strong thighs. 

You bite your lower lip to stop the evergrowing grin on your face, but fail as your gaze wanders to your girlfriend’s firm ass, a lacy lilac thong doing little to cover the area. Your hands twitch at the temptation, slowly yet surely sliding their pinkies beneath the flimsy underwear’s waistband. 

The Pro Hero huffs. “Quit playing around.”

“I’m just taking my time,” you chastise teasingly. “Ever heard of it? You’re spending too much time with Hawks, I swear.”

Usagiyama chuckles airily. “Gimme a break—”

Your fingers wrapping around her tail causes her to cut herself off with a sharp inhale. She groans, further forcing the corners of your lips upwards.

“I am giving you a break,” you state matter-of-factly before pressing your thumbs on her back dimples. Her body jolts at the pressure, a gasp soon following before you massage lower. Usagiyama shimmies her hips once your hold reaches her ass, your fingers sinking into the fat as you squeeze it. “Patience is a virtue, after all.”

Your girlfriend scoffs, peering over her shoulder. “With my line of work, I think I’ve been plenty patient.”

“Just because you have it in one aspect of your life, doesn’t mean you get to throw it all away for every other part.” Your hands slide down her ass to massage her upper thighs, earning you a sigh from the Pro Hero. Her satisfaction is short-lived once you bring your touch back up to her cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal her glistening pussy, hardly covered by her poor excuse of underwear. You snicker when you catch it clench. “You’re a big girl, aren’t you? Use your big girl words.”

Usagiyama furrows her brows, leaning back to press her ass against your crotch. “You know what I want.”

You purse your lips, pretending to ponder. “Do I?”

Your touch remains on the soft fat, though loosening to graze against her tail again. Your girlfriend’s breath hitches, her body following your lead; she’s too late when you decide then and there to slide your hands up her back, rubbing below her shoulder blades soothingly. She groans, and you refrain from giggling. 

“You gonna touch me or what?” she mutters, spreading her legs as far as she can with you still hovering over her frame. 

You hum. “I am touching you, though.”

Usagiyama hoists herself onto her forearms before flipping onto her back without throwing you off balance from your spot. She looks at you expectantly, with an arched brow and pursed lips, making quick work of removing what little clothing she’s wearing. 

“How about you do it properly, then?” she huffs, though there’s no real aggression behind it. “You know what I like, and I’d rather not wait until the next villain attack to actually get any sort of satisfaction.”

Fair enough. Your cheeks hurt from the widening of your proud smile; it doesn’t help that her command adds heat to your face, either. 

When you finally relax your expression, you shrug before shifting to lay on your stomach between her legs. Your arms wrap around her muscular thighs, hooking them over your shoulders as you pull yourself closer to her heat. Inches before you is a display of a soft patch of trimmed white hair and a slit oozing essence. You blow air on her clit, laughing softly as the Pro Hero’s hole clenches.

Usagiyama groans. “What did I say about teasing?”

You chuckle, mumbling quiet apologies before laying your tongue flat on her cunt and licking upwards. The first taste makes you moan appreciatively while your girlfriend sighs, her body relaxing and sinking into the mattress. That serenity is short-lived, however, as you continue your modest pace, your tongue moving languidly across her slit while flicking her clit. You feel her hips buck in your hold, but your response is gently rubbing her skin with your thumbs.

“C’mon, hun,” she stresses, the desperation far too subtle to be noticed by most. “I know you do better than that.”

You pull away, a thin string of slick connecting to the tip of your tongue, and you peer at her from your spot, barely raising your head. 

“Of course, I can,” you respond, a grin returning to your stained lips. “But sometimes you just gotta stop and smell the roses, you know?”

You don’t bother to wait for her response as you resume your previous ministrations, this time pressing your face against her pussy while maintaining the same speed. Usagiyama groans, but doesn’t say anything as your nose nudges her pearl and your tongue maps her insides. Her complaints are replaced with quiet yet deep moans, and your hold on her thighs tightens reassuringly. For good measure, you hum against her, knowing how much she loves the vibrations ghosting her cunt. A drawn-out and wanton mewl escapes her lips—a rare sound to earn from the Pro Hero. 

“Taste so good,” you coo against her heat. “Love this pussy so much.”

Your lover chuckles airily. “Don’t be shy, then: eat up, go to town.”

You hum again, making her shudder. Her hips buck when you pull back, lifting your head to meet her crimson gaze. You pretend to ponder, pursing your lips and tilting your head. “I think I’d rather take my time—really savour my meal, you know?”

Your words have Usagiyama dropping her head onto the pillow with an exaggerated groan, which you ignore as you resume your previous activities. You weren’t lying about enjoying yourself, though your girlfriend’s neediness is another beneficial aspect of the ordeal. Not that you need to tell her that.

While you don’t plan on going any faster, you have no problem switching things up as you wrap your lips around her clit, suckling the nub as one of your hands moves from the Pro Hero’s thigh to her slit. She shudders as your finger collects her juices before pushing into her hole, curling inside her to probe at her sweet spot. Her gasp makes you smile against her cunt, encouraging you to reach your other hand to lay on her lower belly and add pressure. 

“C’mon,” your girlfriend pants, attempting to grind in tandem with your strokes. And while she has the strength to succeed in her actions, you know she’s nowhere near as satisfied as she could be if you’d just indulge. You consider yourself lucky she’s holding still at all, her grip on the sheets paling her knuckles. “Just a lil’ more, baby…” 

It’s not often she’d offer her submission to you, much less be loud with her sounds of pleasure. Having Usagiyama serve both to you on a silver platter has you soaking your panties, your thighs clenching at the material sticking to your cunt. 

And it isn’t until she finally releases do you feel like you’re about to join her, her cunt squeezing around your finger as you continue your languid motions. The Pro Hero chokes on a gasp, hips stuttering and jaw falling slack as she rides her high. You take everything in, from her priceless reaction to her taste as she soaks your hand and mouth. 

Even once her orgasm ends, you find yourself snug against her cunt, cleaning the mess she’s made while her musky scent further intoxicates you. 

Finally, Usagiyama props herself to sit up, and you pull away reluctantly while licking your lips. You don’t get to do the same to your hand as your lover grabs your cropped tee to pull you into a messy kiss. Your eyes flutter closed as you moan, your body shifting to lay on her properly. Her chest isn’t as sensitive as yours, yet it doesn’t stop you from groping the soft mounds and tweaking her nipples. Her tongue invading your mouth almost distracts you from her hold on your body, strong hands squeezing at any fat it can find. With her grip on your ass, you find yourself grinding against her muscular body, desperate for friction. 

“Want me to get the strap?” your girlfriend asks airily after pulling away. You shake your head with a whine before planting several kisses onto her swollen lips. She’s about to pull you back in for another makeout session when you sit up suddenly, hastily throwing your top off and exposing your breasts to ravenous red eyes. 

“It’s my turn to spoil you, remember?” Your words come out as teasing and lighthearted, though your gaze matches the Pro Hero’s as you shimmy out of your shorts and panties. You don’t bother putting on a show as you toss the articles of clothing somewhere in the room, shifting your body to settle between her legs once more. “I’m not done yet.”

Usagiyama’s still lightly panting when she smirks at your words, and it only grows as you hook one of your legs over her own, pulling your body closer to hers to bring your pussies together. Your hold remains on her thighs with the first roll of your hips, and you both sigh shakily at the wet friction between your heats. The motions of your lower body are downright sinful, and your lover can’t help but bite her lip at the display.

You feel the occasional twitch of her cunt, still sensitive from her previous orgasm, but it doesn’t stop the Pro Hero from voicing her thoughts.

“Still taking your time?” She scoffs with a half-smile. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

A subtle change in angle has you rubbing your clit against hers, and you tremble with a whine before trying to regain your composure. 

“Rumi, please.” Even your lighthearted attitude can’t hide the wavering over your voice, but you refuse to let that stop you. “Keep going too fast and life’ll–ah!–pass you by.”

Your hips continue their magic, though Usagiyama still manages to quirk her brow at you. “Are you serio–fuck–seriously giving me life lessons while we fuck?” 

“Never–hah–a bad time to teach someone a thing or two.”

You don’t give your lover a chance to retort, opting to grind harder against her sensitive nub. You both moan simultaneously, more than encouraged to maintain that force.

Truth be told, you’d love to give in to the Pro Hero’s wishes, the need to cum close to driving you to insanity. It doesn’t help how ethereal she looks, with her heaving chest and glossy eyes connecting with yours. Her lips, swollen and parted as they pant for air, are just the icing on the cake. 

You also love making a point. With your lover giving it her 120% at work, not only do you worry for her safety, but she needs her rest after her patrols, too, regardless of her physical state. Taking care of her will never be an issue for you—why not make the most of your time together?

What’s the rush?

She can act annoyed as much as she wants, but there’s no doubt that a the end of the day, Usagiyama loves your persistence.

And when her jaw falls open with a silent cry while her irises hide behind fluttering eyelids, you’re more than sure that the Pro Hero thought it was all worth the wait.

Having your orgasm follow soon after hers, you can say with utmost confidence that your assumption is correct. 

You’re both catching your breath when you lay her legs on the mattress. Even after the dizzying high, your eyes struggle to focus, seeing double of your girlfriend before eventually returning to normal. Her muscles remain tense as she collects herself, and you’re quick to scoop down to plant kisses up her body until you reach her lips. Oxygen be damned—you still need her close.

“Hi,” you whisper with a growing smile, barely a centimetre away as you hover above her frame. 

“You’re a real minx, you know that?” Usagiyama breathes, wrapping her arms around your torso to pull you down and against her body. 

You yelp, only relaxing once she rolls over to have you lay next to her on the mattress, resting her chin on your head while gently pushing you into her chest.

“You love me,” you mumble teasingly against her skin, nuzzling into her warmth. You don’t have to look to know your lover carries an expression of adoration. The peck on the crown of your head says plenty.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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[happilychee]

winter/holiday fairy tail headcanons

♡ lyon ice skates like a prince. he's been banned from multiple skating rinks for distracting skaters with his beauty and causing crashes.

♡ gray, on the other hand, couldn't skate to save his life. he says it's because he's used to controlling the ice, not the other way around. lyon never lets him live this down and will skate circles around gray as he tries to waddle across the rink.

♡ at one point, fairy tail decided to have a snowman building competition. wendy, asuka, and biska team up to create the roundest, cutest, most quintessential snowman you'll ever see. lisanna and juvia carve an eldritch abomination out of ice and snow. it scares a few of the kids in Magnolia, but no one has the heart to tell them off when they look so happy.

♡ they also have an ice sculpture competition. gray is not allowed to participate and has been allocated to decorating the guild hall plus judging the ice sculptures. erza requips into heaven's wheel armor and attacks an ice cube with blumenblatt. she makes a sword. apparently dragon slayers have indestructible teeth, and fairy tail finds this out when gajeel straight up chomps the ice into a sculpture of a fat cat (he wins.)

♡ mirajane has been fighting a losing battle trying to organize gift giving at fairy tail. trying to do a giant secret santa just doesn't work, and everyone splits into smaller groups anyway. ultimately, she decides on tracking who's getting gifts for who and making sure no one goes without a present. mira carefully selects a few people every year to help her with this endeavor (lucy always volunteers to help)

♡ fairy tail's holiday celebrations last for almost a month. members of other guilds are often seen in Magnolia around this time as everyone gets together. fairy tail has one huge guild party towards the ends where everyone exchanges gifts.

♡ without fail, every year, laxus dresses up as santa. it started when he lost a bet to mira in their teenage years, and he was very, very embarrassed by the whole thing. now, though he'd never admit it, he looks forward to seeing the little kids of Magnolia light up when they see him.