darkringmasterokage

[creamiecoups]

why do u think about forced breeding with jeonghan???? also so glad that u are back

thank you anon it’s good to be back!!

now forced breeding would go crazy with jeonghan… i tried to keep it short because when i have a thought in my mind it runs and this would end up being a whole fic but i hope you enjoy it :)

WARNINGS: smut, established relationship, dark themes, forced breeding, creampie, dacryphilia, lmk if I missed anything

Something about the way you squirm and cry under him while begging him to pull out would satiate him beyond compare, it’s about possession, knowing you’d completely be his and no one could even bat an eyelash your way.

well, he just needs to do one more thing for you to forever be tied down to him.

“You’re doing so well for me, my angel.”

He’d pur in your ear, his voice dripping with honey while his thrusts would be rough and almost animalistic.

“J-Jeong…..Han….p-please,” you hiccup, carefully manicured nails now grazing and clawing at his chest for him to get off you but to no avail.

And deep down you knew he was persistent like that, he would stop at nothing to get what he wants, yet you still tried.

and he found that so fucking cute, it only made him want to be rougher, chase that high faster so he could finally spill his load into you, after months of used that stupid latex because you were too scared.

“Shhh sweetheart, I’m so close, it’s only fair I cum after I’ve made my princess cum so many times right?” He cooes again, peppering soft kisses across your sweaty hairline as a sob leaves your lips.

“Just pull out please, please im begging you hannie,” you cry out, clenching down on him harder than ever.

Jeonghan groans apon hearing his nickname fall so cutely from your lips, your pussy squelching so absurdly loud he thought the room was spinning, all he could think about was you and how he couldn’t wait to come home after a long day in a couple of months, to you and your child, you would be such a good mother, no matter if you were too young and not ready.

you definitely wanted this, you just didn’t know it yet, he knew your sadness would eventually wilt away, after all, a child is a blessing right?

He thought wrong. Although you guys had now been dating for a few months and were in love, recently Jeonghan’s possessiveness and antics had started to make you double think your whole relationship.

And tonight he finally snapped.

Seeing you casually talking to a friend from your department shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did, it was harmless. but the minute that poor unsuspecting boy brushed your hair back behind your shoulder, he knew he had to do something. All carnal thoughts taking over. It was nothing, but he just needed a catalyst to finally do what he had been wanting to do since he first laid his eyes on you.

“I’m not pulling out my angel, you’re going to take me well like you always do, alright? You can do it baby,” he whispered into your ear, causing your eyes to widen slightly in fear.

Tears began spilling from your eyes as you thrashed around screaming at him to at least pull out, yet it only helped push him over the edge easier, the sight of you crying and weeping making him crumble easier than he thought possible.

Not long after he was spilling deep into your womb, pumping into you lazily as his tongue darted out to collect the salty tears staining your cheeks.

“My pretty angel, you’d look so much prettier with your tummy full…..full of what our love has created,” he purred, one strong hand leaving your bruised hip to tangle in your hair, before pushing your head down to look at your stomach, where you could clearly see the outline of his cock poking out.

The heavy shudder you let out only fueled his ego more, he knew you were always going to be his…he just liked reminders.

“W-What have you done—”

“Shhh… I’m not done with you baby, you’re gonna take as much as i give you…. I’m not stopping until you’re leaking my cum from this pretty pussy of yours for days.”

You were never going to be able to leave him now.

[dark-moonlust]

Heyyy so im so weak for bear hybrids and i just saw the one you posted, (LOVE IT btw), and i was wondering if you could do a sequal where reader decides to stay and lives a happy cozy life, with like cozy fires and all the bestest fur blankets and coziest bed and BIG FLUFFY BEAR MAN CUDDLES, but also like yk mad crazy sex where he likes to show off his strength and just like tosses her around, like up against walls, that thing where u like hold a girl on ur shoulders to eat her n stuff, if not thats ok i love all ur work sm 🙏🧎‍♀️🤍

Hello anon!!! Thank you for all the lovely words and the smutty idea!! I love bear hybrids, too. I'm sorry I took so long to complete. I have a lot of requests and I've been so busy lately. I'm trying to catch up on them slowly. Anyway, I hope this is to your liking!

Happy reading everyone!

Check out the first part of my bear hybrid oneshot here.

Cozy Life with your Bear Hybrid

Pairing: bear hybrid x fem reader Summary: you live a cozy life with your giant bear of a man. And you love it. Warnings: minors-ageless accounts don't interact, 18+, smut, size kink, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), huge 🍆, p in v sex, lots of 💦.

The wind screamed outside, rolling through the trees, yet it was only a whisper in the warmth of your cave. The fire crackled in the hearth and you were wrapped up in your mate's thick, muscled arms—the big bear of a beast who smelled like woodsmoke earthy perfume. He was warm and super cuddly, his big frame spooning you from behind.

Thick furs were heaped high on the bed their softness wrapping around you like a cocoon. Your bear hybrid always ensured you were warm and cozy, and took great pleasure in cuddling and loving you for hours on end. That night, he had a fond deep look in his eyes that spoke of his desire to keep you close and shield you from the outer world.

His mate. Forever.

Yes, you loved your life as his other half.

Shifting slightly, he moved, drawing you even closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his furred bear face scratchy but exquisite against your skin. His fingers, strong and calloused, trailed carefully down your belly, over your thighs, making sure his sharp nails were sheathed. Humming in satisfaction, you sunk deeper into him.

There was nowhere else you'd rather be, nothing else you'd rather do than spend every day surrounded by the warmth of your giant, soft bear, who was just as possessive and tender toward you.

"Hmmm, I could stay like this forever," he drawled in a low voice that vibrated through your chest. “But I’m also thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”

“Like?” you challenged, hands caressing his furry arm.

“Taste your sweet honey for one,” he murmured, his voice a low, dark rumble that sent goosebumps all over your skin.

“You just love to use this reference!”

He cocked a brow. “Why not?” His voice deepened. “Your cunt leaks the sweetest honey there is. I can vouch for that.”

“You are a horny bear beast.”

Chuckling, his hand moved down your thigh, fingers pressing just hard enough to cause you to open. “Hmm, and as the bear beast I am, I should taste again. Make sure your lovely cunny is as delicious as before. I love honey. Your honey.”

“You are insatiable.” Your face felt warm at the memory of him eating you out just hours ago. Your pussy had no issue whatsoever; it clenched and pooled with your juices.

Damn… You were both insatiable.

He grinned, that familiar, smoldering look blazing in his eyes. “Sleep, cuddle, eat you out, fuck. Then repeat. That’s our schedule. Now come, mate,” he playfully tapped your thighs. “Time to let me taste your pussy.”

His tone was straightforward. As if what you did every day was perfectly normal. You touched each other, rolled around in bed, kissed, made out (a lot), and couldn't keep your hands away from each other.

And you weren't a coward or an idiot to turn away from such joy.

In a playful mood, you smacked his hands playfully and scooted off the bed. You were in the mood to tease him. He growled and you hardly had time to move when he lifted you effortlessly, as if you were weightless in his massive arms, whisking you off the ground. You hugged him firmly and moaned as he hoisted you again, slamming you against the wall.

Strong hands maneuvered you so that your legs were draped over his shoulders, your pussy exposed and dripping in front of his eager mouth. You clutched his head and peered down at him, seeing the passion in his eyes as he licked up your mound, manipulating your folds with his long thick tongue. Your head tipped back, spine arching as he sucked you in, savoring your juices as if he were eating his favorite meal—which he was.

You were his favorite delicacy.

It went on and on, his tongue playing with your tender clit, circling the tender nub. You went wild, buried your fingers in his silky fur, and tugged violently as you shattered, your body coming alive with energy. He kept going, his big hands clutching your ass, his tongue thrusting inside to taste your honey. He growled primitively, his breaths vibrating over your clit.

He could go on for hours if you let him, feasting on your cunt and doing incredible tongue tricks just to see you lose yourself in pleasure.

“Pl—ease…ha~” you trembled, your voice strained from the toe-curling orgasm he’d given you.

With a husky moan, he gently flung you back into bed, onto that sea of fur covers, his large bulk crushing you with this delicious, heavy warmth and scent. You sighed with happiness and stretched your legs wider. He leaned over you, his cock thrusting up from between his broad thighs, already dripping seed.

His hands robed over your body, caressing your legs, belly and your breasts. You arched against him, whining when his leaky cock pressed against your entrance. He toyed with your nipples and leisurely rubbed his cock across your slit, his massive shaft appearing inhumanly large in comparison to your little human hole.

“Want my big bear to fuck me,” you whispered, fingers reaching down to open the outer lips of your pussy. “Pretty please?”

He whined and pushed the blunt cockhead a tiny bit inside. “How can I deny you, love?”

“Yessss,” you moaned, wiggling your waist. You were half-dazed with pleasure and you craved every inch of him inside you.

The spark in his eyes told you he was barely holding back. He was always so gentle despite his raw desire for you.

“Easy. Look at you,” he drawled, eyes on your pretty cunt, spread by his cockhead. “Every inch of you… mine, open and soft for me.”

“Come on, no more looking,” you warned. “Inside. Need you inside. All of you.”

A gentle roll of his hip, a little wiggling from you and he was inside, every inch of him buried in your depths. He was so deep you could feel him throbbing in your bellybutton, his balls crushed against your bum. You clutched his biceps, let out a gentle pants at the thick girth spreading your hole. You felt full, but not uncomfortably so. You’d learned to take him, to accommodate his hybrid cock.

“Good girl,” he drawled, his tongue plunging into your mouth.

Tongue down your throat, he fucked you, pounded into you in deep, unhurried thrusts. He kissed you as if he was starving, as if you were the only precious person he’d spent his entire life searching for. Which was entirely true. His hands cupped and kneaded your tits, his breath warm on your mouth.

Pleasure hit you again, and you sobbed mutely, your fingers tangling in his furred shoulders as he continued to claim you, his magnificent cock pumping in and out of your slick cunt. You heard his feral grunts and the squelching sounds of your bodies colliding. Two more thrusts and he exploded, loads of cum filling you up. He spurted for several minutes, your cunt overflowing with hot seed.

“Pretty, so damn pretty,” he roared. “Good mate, taking my cock and my seed. It drips so beautifully down your thighs.”

“Too much! It always is,“ you whined, feeling the final spurts of his release.

“Oh, that’s nothing.” His eyes had that dark hungry gleam, one that told you he wasn’t done with you. “Let’s see just how much more you can take, mate, ‘cause I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

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[brattyspence]

u up? | s.reid

summary: early season!spencer is reluctant to request nudes from gn!reader while hes gone on a case. warnings & key info: nudes (what an ugly word), sexual themes implied, nothing rlly explicitly stated. a very reluctant and maybe insecure spencer, a hint of teasing  a/n: this is rlly just a drabble but i love the idea of early season!spencer who is kind of nervous to ask for things but also rlly down bad for reader! maybe i’ll make more with this pairing bc its so fun. word count: 1.5k my masterlist!

Spencer flopped back into the queen-sized bed with a sigh. The hotel room was small, the generic beige walls blending into the generic beige room. The only light source he had at present from was the warm, yellow light of the bedside lamp and the screen of his phone.

The team had successfully closed another case. The unsub was apprehended after a week-and-a-half long chase, but he didn’t feel any better.

The relief that followed long cases like this one was different. Of course the week had been long and tiring. He hadn’t exactly slept well between the late nights at the local precinct and the looming anxiety about finally catching the guy. When Hotch made the decision to fly out the following morning to allow the team to get some sleep, he wasn’t so thrilled. 

He had returned to his hotel room, showered off the day (and it’s germs) before attempting to get into bed, but something was amiss. 

Catching the unsub didn’t mean just another solved case, but it also meant coming home to you. Maybe it was selfish, sure. Still, he had looked forward to it all day, and the sudden change in plans threw him off. Here he was, on top of the scratchy maroon bedspread of the hotel, very awake and very much frustrated by the prospect of spending another night apart from you. 

Sexual frustration and Spencer were two things you never would have put together. He was the most patient man in the world to you. Sometimes you still consider it his biggest flaw. When you first began dating him, it took weeks for him to work up the nerve to kiss you first. Sex was another beast. Somehow he wasn’t comfortable initiating anything for fear that he was pressuring you, and it seemed that no amount of reassurance would encourage him to make the first move. 

You were half asleep in bed when you heard the buzz of a new notification. You lifted your head from its spot in the pillow, and patted your hand around to find your phone somewhere in the mess of sheets in your bed. When you found it, you squinted as your eyes adjusted to the bright screen in the darkness of your room. He never liked to interrupt you when you were sleeping. It was another one of his obscure demonstrations of love. If you ever texted him past 9 PM, he would delve into a rant about how the blue light of your screen would keep you up all night, or how sleep deprivation could cause a multitude of issues, and “I just don’t want to be the reason you didn’t get a good night’s sleep.”

Patient, kind, respectful, and painfully so. 

Which was why you were thoroughly confused when you received what could only be interpreted as a very Spencer Reid version of a ‘u up?’ text at 12:51 AM.

Spencer: Hi. I miss you. Are you awake? 

You: i am now :)  i miss you more. 

Spencer struggled to find the right words to type. He always relied on you dragging it out of him. He drafted a few responses, deleting them immediately. His fingers hovered the keyboard for a moment, contemplating if he should just let it go.

You watched the ellipses come and go as he typed. It disappeared for a few seconds, and then reappeared. Eventually, you decided to call him. 

He picked up on the first ring. 

“Hey,” he said. His voice was soft, maybe more so than usual. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I was hoping to hear your voice,” you replied.

“But it’s so late. You should be sleeping, and now-”

“Spencer,” you replied, cutting him off. “I don’t care about that. You’ve never been one to message so late, so I know something must be bothering you. Talk to me.”

You heard the soft rustle of fabric against the microphone. 

“I was just really looking forward to coming home tonight.”

You sighed. “I know. I was looking forward to it, too.”

“I just…” he trailed off. “I was thinking about you all day. Thinking about seeing you, thinking about… just thinking about you.”

“Hm.” You sandwiched the phone between your ear and shoulder before sitting up. The jersey sheets pooled around your waist as you leaned across your nightstand, flicking on the bedside lamp. Your room filled with the soft glow. “Thinking about me?”

“Yeah.” His voice was almost a whisper. “That’s all.”

“I don’t think that’s all, honey.” 

You could visualize his reaction through the phone, the same reaction he always had when you pinned down his real intentions. He probably made an attempt to roll his eyes and brush off your comments, but he’d blush seconds later and avoid eye contact, knowing you were right. 

“Why do you… say that?” Somehow his voice was even softer.

“It’s one in the morning, Spence. You never call this late,” you explain. “And you’ve been away for a whole 10 days.”

“Yeah.” He swallowed audibly. 

“Yeah,” you repeat. “So you clearly want something from me.”

Silence.

“Do I need to drag it out of you?”

He huffed.  “It feels really juvenile. And I just respect you so much, and I don’t want you to ever think that I’m using you for anything, or that I don’t value you-”

“Spencer. We talked about this.” 

“Right.” He sighed. He held the phone to his ear with one hand, the other pressing into his eyelids as he formulated a response. 

“So,” you clear your throat, and sit back into your pillows, your phone lying across your chest. “Ask me.”

“I don’t…” he exhales. He’s struggling to come to terms with the fact that you have him figured out so well. He’s quiet for a few seconds before he gives in reluctantly. “I was looking forward to seeing you tonight. Not just talking.”

“Spencer Reid,” you reply, amused. Teasing him was just too easy sometimes, especially when he was so easy to rile up, even if he knew you were just joking with him. “Are you asking me for nudes?”

“I… It just sounds so wrong. Nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

“Oh, come on. Just ask me.”

He groaned. “I don't want you to think that my love for you has anything to do with your body. You know that, right? Because it doesn't. Although I do love… looking at you. That sounded weird. I just mean that I don't want to put you in a position where you feel commodified based on something like your physical appearance when you have so much more to give, and it's not respectful of you. You're brilliant and kind and so, so good to me, and it’s just so vulgar, I think-”

He fell quiet as his phone buzzed in his hands. He could just see the preview of the text you had sent him. After changing the call to speakerphone, he opened it, scrolling through the carousel of photos, taking in the images.

“You think..?”

“Jesus Christ…” he breathed, opening a slideshow of photos you had taken just for him. Sent to him, for his personal use. He would have felt bad about it if he wasn’t so horribly entranced by the sight of them. Whatever was left of his rambling fizzled out.

“You're not gonna finish your sentence?” You asked.

“I…” swipe. “God, I don't remember what I was saying.”

You chuckled. “Does that fix your problem?”

He was clearly short circuiting. “Mhm. It does.”

“See what happens when you ask, Spencer?”

“I feel guilty,” he replied, his voice breathy and quiet. He was clearly having some kind of internal struggle about the ethicality of the situation. It didn’t bother him enough to look away, though.

“Why?” You ask. 

“Because… these are really…” He stopped. Although you couldn’t see it, his cheeks were burning red. “Are you sure you’re okay with me having these?”

“Spencer,” you say. “You’re being ridiculous. You’ve seen me naked plenty of times. I watched you fold and organize my sock drawer without my asking last week. You preheat my coffee mug for me every morning. I’m not just okay with you having these. I want you to have them.”

Oh. He swallows thickly, forcing himself to close the app and come back to his senses.

“But…” He trails off. He still sounds a little distant, pausing a bit too long between words, clearly still looking the photos over. “How did you… did you have these ready to send?”

“I did. I took them the other night. I was just waiting for you to ask.”

You wait a few seconds to see if he says something else. He doesn't. The line falls silent.

“Are you okay over there?” You ask.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, exiting the app and putting his phone down on the pillow next to him. “Yeah. Sorry. I just… wow.”

You were used to his continual praise, but somehow his lack of words was the best compliment he could have offered you.

“Next time just ask, okay?”

He swallows. “Mhm. I will.”

“You should go have fun. I'm gonna go back to sleep. I'll see you soon, pretty boy.”

“Yeah… you should get some sleep. I’ll… see you tomorrow. Thank you.”

You smile to yourself. “Goodnight, Spencer.”

[stayteezdreams]

About Time

Plot: While attending a Halloween event, you gain the attention of others. Something your friend Seungcheol really seems to hate.

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Gn!Reader (friends to lovers)

Requested Prompts: 'Jealousy: You attend a Halloween party and 'x' can't handle the attention you are getting from others, this causes them to make their feelings known.' + 'A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.' (<changed slightly) and "If you get scared you can hold onto me." "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" "Very much."

Combined Requests Of: Anonymous and @tumbleboof

A/n: Not really all that Halloween themed but I hope you still like it!

Words: 2.5k

It's not that you hated attention, but the sudden amount of it you seemed to be receiving made you a bit uneasy. You knew your costume was a bit more on the sexy side than you usually wear, but you weren't expecting it to cause a bunch of guys you didn't really know to migrate towards you like moths to a flame.

And it's not that Seungcheol didn't think you looked great, but the sudden amount of attention you were getting pissed him off.

Where were these guys when you were dressed normally? He glared at them. They only paid you attention because they liked your body now that they could make out more of it. They didn't care about you, just how you looked.

His hand was clenched tightly around his drink as he watched you closely from across the room. He could tell, though you were smiling and laughing, you were a bit uneasy from the attention.

If anyone looked at Seungcheol right now, it would be clear as day he was jealous. Not at the attention you were giving others, he knew, or at least hoped, you weren't interested in any of these guys. But you came to the party with him, and now you were spending it with others. He let out a deep sigh as you laughed at another joke.

He brought this on himself. He was the coward who never made a move or told you how he felt. Watching this must be his punishment.

Straightening up as a guy who had been heavily flirting with you, leaned in to whisper something in your ear, Seungcheol's blood ran hot.

Before you could respond to the man, your eye's shot over to Seokmin who turned the music off and stood up on a chair to announce something.

"The haunted maze is now open in the back!"

You felt a bit of relief at this, hoping some of the people surrounding you would leave to take part in the maze, and you could get a little space.

As some grabbed their friends and headed out, you were taken aback when a few of them all asked you to go with them. You heard a soft laugh from the guy beside you. He had been the one who whispered to you, asking if you were single. He had also been the one flirting with you the most during the party.

Suddenly his hand nudged yours as he smiled confidently at you, as if he knew you would choose him. "Let's go together."

Before you could reject him, you felt someone walk up behind you and wrap his arm around your waist. Looking back in alarm, your eyes met Seungcheol's familiar gaze and relief washed over you.

He smiled at you before he looked at the guy beside you. "Sorry, but we planned to go together already."

His arm left your waist as his hand slipped into yours, "Come on."

Turning and leaving with Seungcheol you let out a soft sigh as you looked over at him. Your words died in your throat as you saw the stone-cold look on his face. He didn't look back at you, and you wondered what happened to make him so mad.

Seokmin greeted the two of you happily, his eyes drifting down to your intertwined hands, and he repressed a grin as he gave Seungcheol a knowing look.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes as he walked with you towards the maze, his heart fluttering as he realized he was still holding your hand.

When you entered the maze, you glanced back at Seungcheol. His gaze wasn't as hard as it was before, but he still looked angry. Gently tugging at his arm, his eyes shot over to you.

"What's wrong?"

He hesitated to speak, not sure if or how he would tell you. Part of him wished it was obvious. He cleared his throat softly. "Nothing."

You frowned, wondering if you did something. Just as you opened your mouth to ask, a hand shot out of the maze with a loud scream, causing you and Seungcheol to both jump in surprise.

Seungcheol quickly pulled you away, as you clung onto him. Noticing this, his heart skipped a beat.

You let out a soft breath, "Why exactly did we come in here? We both hate this kind of thing."

He let out a soft laugh, "Good question."

His mind and body moved on their own before. When he heard those guys flirting with you and asking you to go into the maze with them, he felt nothing but jealousy and protectiveness. He was not going to let that happen. So, he swooped in and stole you away from them without really thinking about the maze itself.

You were growing more anxious as you went on, not just because of the maze, but because of Seungcheol's behavior. You couldn't shake the feeling that you had done something. Gently, as you made your way through a doorway, you released Seungcheol's arm and stepped away from him.

He did not fail to notice this, and his chest clenched when you did it. Why did you let go of him?

Another jump-scare had you both jolting forward and around a corner. You groaned but let out a soft laugh and Seungcheol chuckled.

Swallowed nervously he watched you closely as he spoke. "If you get scared you can hold onto me."

You scoffed softly with a playful tone in your voice. "Oh, you'd love that wouldn't you?"

He grinned, "Very much."

The way he said this made your heart skip as heat rose up your neck. You glanced at him and saw a smile that made your stomach fill with butterflies. The crush you had but pushed away floating to the surface again.

You repressed a grin, "And here I thought you were mad at me."

His eyes widened a bit as he frowned. "What?"

You looked at him pointedly and he realized why you thought that. He let out a soft sigh as he gently ruffled the back of your head, "I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry I made you think that."

"Then why won't you tell me why you are upset?"

He shrugged, his voice defensive. "Who said I am upset?"

You raised your brow, "Your face does, you looked like you wanted to kill someone earlier. But it's fine, you don't have to tell me."

The sulkiness in your tone as you walked ahead of him pouting made him grin. He let out a sigh as he repressed the urge to tell you how cute you were when you were like this. It drove him crazy.

Seungcheol took a few large quick steps to catch up to you, just as he got to your side. Someone (you would later find out to be Hoshi) dressed as a clown ran past screaming.

You stepped back in fear, avoiding him as he ran past. Instinctively, you grabbed onto Seungcheol for safety.

Seungcheol let out an annoyed groan at the scare, before he looked at you to see if you were alright. Noticing you were clinging onto him again, he grinned as he gently walked with you, hoping you wouldn't pull away from him again.

He kept his hand encased over yours as you gripped his arm, walking close together. "I'm sorry I dragged you in here." He said after you both flinched from a sudden noise.

You let out a soft laugh, "It's okay, I'd rather be here than back out there."

He looked over at you, "If you were uncomfortable you should have texted me, or given me a look, I would have come saved you."

You smiled softly, "I thought about it, but I didn't want to be rude to them or take you away from whatever it was you were doing."

He let out a soft breath, "What I was doing was standing nearby watching you to make sure none of those guys did anything inappropriate."

Your head snapped towards him, "You were watching me?"

He faltered to speak for a moment, unable to tell if you were angry, or just surprised. "Well... yeah?"

You watched him for a second before you let out a soft laugh and pinched him, making him hiss.

"Next time come save me yourself, jerk."

He grinned to himself, but also felt frustration at the fact he hadn't helped you when it turned out you wanted it.

You faltered in your steps a bit and looked over at him. Catching your eye, he tilted his head in question, but you looked away, keeping silent.

If he had been watching you that whole time, what made him so angry? Could it be that they were flirting? Or that that one guy got so close? Or maybe you were just imagining things. You let out a soft sigh as you confused yourself with your thoughts.

"Oh!! The exit!" You yelled in excitement as you suddenly saw the exit appear as you rounded a corner. "Come on!"

Seungcheol suddenly felt his chest tighten, the fear that if you exited, he would lose his chance all over again.

He stopped, making you halt as well. "Wait."

"What?" You looked around, wondering if he saw or heard something.

He swallowed as he looked over at you. "I was jealous."

Your heart skipped, "Huh?"

When he spoke, his words tumbled out quickly, knowing if he took too long to think about it, he might fail to say what he really wanted to.

"I was jealous. That was why I looked so angry before. I hated that those guys were getting all of your attention."

"You didn't like that I was paying attention to them and not you?" You couldn't hide the growing amusement in your voice and Seungcheol groaned.

"Don't make it sound like I'm a child!"

You laughed, "What? I didn't. I just... why were you jealous? And I don't mean of what, I mean why."

He looked around, making sure you were still alone, "Well I- I was afraid you might end up liking one of them, and-" You tilted your head as you listened, and his heart fluttered. He sighed, unable to take it anymore. "I like you, okay?"

Your eyes widened at the sudden blunt confession. "What?"

"I like you; I always have. As more than a friend. I've been wanting to tell you for a while, but... I'm a coward." He let out a soft scoff.

All your thoughts came to a crashing halt as your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

"You're not a coward Seungie."

The sudden use of the pet-name made his stomach flutter as he clenched his eyes shut. Were you about to let him down gently?

He let out a soft breath as he looked at you again. "I am."

"Then we are both cowards." He frowned at this, and you smiled softly, "I didn't tell you how I felt either."

His eyes widened a bit as he questioned you with his gaze before he spoke softly, as if he might scare you off if he spoke. "How you-... Y/n, do you like me too?"

His heart was racing now. In all this time he spent tormenting himself about telling you his feelings, he only ever saw the fact you might feel the same as a miracle.

You nodded softly, "I do. I guess neither of us considered the fact it might be mutual."

You let out a soft giggle at Seungcheol's bewildered face. The sound made a smile slowly spread across his face as he let out a soft scoff.

"Wait, wait." He brought his hands to your shoulders and looked directly into your eyes, making you freeze up nervously.

"So, we like each other?"

"I think that's what just happened, yes." You chuckled.

He stared at you as he slowly grinned, "I feel like I'm dreaming."

You bit back a laugh. "Do you want me to pinch you again?"

He chuckled as he shook his head, "No," his eyes suddenly flicked to your lips as a sly smile spread across his face, he leaned a little closer and spoke a bit softer. "But you can kiss me."

Your breath caught in your throat as you opened your mouth in shock. Gently smacking his chest you looked around, "Seungcheol!"

He giggled, "What?" Suddenly he seemed to be filled with confidence now that he knew his feelings were returned. He spent all this time pining, why not do something now that he can?

"You don't want too?"

You bit your lip, and he saw you fighting a smile. "Not here!" You said resolutely and he chuckled.

Taking your hand in his, he grinned. "Okay." Suddenly leading you towards the exit, you let out a soft laugh. He looked back at you. "Then we'll go somewhere else!"

You felt like you had the whole zoo rampaging through your stomach as you let him lead you out of the maze, through the packed party and all the way to his car.

Stopping by the passenger side door he turned back to you, suddenly stepping close to you as he peered into your eyes. "Is here okay? I was gonna wait until I drove you home, but-" he gently caressed your cheek, "I really don't want to wait anymore."

Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked around, not seeing anyone close by you shyly met his gaze as you nodded softly.

Smiling, he slowly leaned in closer, his hand cupping your cheek. Your noses brushed as he kept his eyes locked with yours. He went slow, making sure you weren't going to pull away. When you didn't, he closed the gap between you and pressed his lips gently against yours.

You showed no reservation, so he deepened the kiss, slowly. When you began returning the kiss, your hand gently gripping his shirt, he placed his hand on your back and pulled you flush against him.

Seungcheol would be lying if he said he had never imagined kissing you before. But he would not be lying if he said it was a thousand times better than what he imagined.

His heart fluttered and he felt like he could float away out of pure happiness. Naturally, the kiss became more passionate, both of you getting lost in each other. Your arms were now linked around his neck as one of his hands weaved messily through your hair.

You only pulled away when you heard a loud wolf whistle from nearby, causing you to look around. Seeing your friends Joshua and Vernon, trash bags in hand as they teased you.

"It's about time!" Joshua yelled as Vernon gave Seungcheol a thumbs-up

"Oh my God." You groaned as you buried your face in Seungcheol's chest.

He let out a chuckle as he shooed the boys away, his own ears burning from being caught.

"Come on." He chuckled as he pulled open the car door for you, leaning in, he spoke words that made your face burn hot, "We can continue this privately."

xx End xx

I hate endings, I never know how to do it naturally

Anyways, this is the last part in the 13 Days of Halloween 2024 series. I hope you enjoyed reading!

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two weeks. it had been two weeks since your last shoot with ino. two weeks since that stunt he pulled with nanami. even just thinking about it still made your cheeks heat with embarrassment, though the blond assured you it was more than fine.

it had also been two weeks since the last time you’d spoken with ino, whether over the phone or face to face, and not from lack of trying on his part. you were still too mad to talk to him so every call went straight to voicemail and every text got ignored. you could block him, sure, but his determination to reach you was flattering. sue you.

you were fresh out of your everything shower, moisturizing your legs, when your phone pinged. you pause briefly to check your notifications, spotting two missed calls from ino that happened while you were in the shower but more interestingly, a text that just came in.

ino 🥷

Audio message

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the timestamp intrigues you so you press play out of sheer curiosity. the message plays as you finish getting dressed in your room.

i get the feeling… that you’re mad at me… i don’t like it when you’re upset with me… and you didn’t pick up and i just..needed to talk to you. if you’re busy, that’s okay. i understand. just… whenever you have time to listen, y’know.

ino sounds nervous. it’s cute.

i was way out of line. you were right about that and you were completely valid to give me the silent treatment all this time. i’m sorry.. i’m so, so sorry. i shouldn’t have involved him in it.. that was unprofessional.

the sex itself was amazing. you had no idea you’d be so turned on by ino’s jealous streak and possessive side but you were. the only problem was that nanami was there to witness it too.

usually i’m not like that.. it’s just.. I’m selfish, beautiful. I want you all to myself… that’s fucked up..i know it is. but two weeks without you is too many. i wanna see you again.. i’m always thinking about you too.

something in your belly warms at his admission. your anger starts to crack. it’s dangerous how fast he can get you to soften, even if just a little. you’re laying on your bed now, back against the covers. you find your eyes closing as you listen to the rest.

i’m supposed to be editing a video right now and i can’t even focus cause that perfume you wear is all over my sheets... my whole room smells like you... it’s like you’re in my walls.. god, i can’t get away from it. but i don’t even want to.. and yes, like i said, i’m selfish when it comes to you… maybe that makes me an asshole but i’ll be one if it means you cum harder with me than with anyone else. at the end of the day, that’s all i want, baby. i just wanna make you feel good..be your best fuck ever. and you know it. you know I’m the best. you want me too, beautiful.

you almost want to pick up the phone and tell that cocky bastard that he is. that you do. that you can’t get him out of your head either despite being upset with him.

just let me make it up to you, yeah?… let me show you just how sorry i am..cause i am sorry..think i said that already but i’ll say it again… however many times i need to for you to forgive me. i’ll say whatever i need to..do whatever i need to. i mean it… eat your pussy for hours..just the way you like and make you cum over and over... hold you down on my face by your thighs cause i know it’s so much better when you have nowhere to run… whatever’s gonna make it okay.

your eyes fly open and your finger rushes to pause the message before another filthy word can come from the speakers of your phone. suddenly, your anger is much more fortified. as if sitting on ino’s face will fix it all. no, you’re still upset and it’s gonna take more than that to make it right. but you miss his voice so much that your finger presses play before you can think anything of it.

you can use me like a toy and i won’t even talk if you don’t want me to… you just make yourself cum all over me… i’ll call you whatever you want… angel..princess..mommy. i’ll wear a cock ring and you can bring me to the edge over and over and not let me cum once... just say the word.

ino pauses for about thirty seconds. all you can hear is his breathing on the other end. in those thirty seconds, you think over his offer, warm between your thighs. so maybe you’re a little turned on. it doesn’t matter. you’re still mad. ino’s voice is back before you can reflect on the wetness that’s starting to pool.

…two whole fucking weeks?… you really know how to piss me off, beautiful… and i bet you love it..how crazy i’m going without you… i miss you..and you won’t even answer the phone to cuss me out… at this point, i fuckin’ wish you would yell at me. just give me something.

you quite like ino’s desperate side. maybe even a little more than his jealous one.

i miss you, okay? i miss that needy pussy. i really fuckin’ do. my dick needs you, beautiful… i need you..fuck i’m so hard for you right now..wish you answered the phone... would love to hear how wet your pussy is for me right now..wish i could see it in person.

it’s faint but if you strain, you can hear the softest sound of him stroking himself, the squelch of lube, his breathing falling a little heavier now. you know his tells.

y’know..part of why i can’t focus is cause i’m watching one of your videos right now... guess which one.. here, i’ll give you a clue.

you hear the audio come through as if he placed his phone right next to his laptop. instantly, you know that it’s the first video you two made. feels like forever ago.

recognize that? yeah, that’s us..classic… you did so good for me..everybody loved that video. hell, i loved that video… we look so good when we kiss… i miss your lips on me… you’re such a good kisser..with perfect lips... when you wear that lip gloss that stains my skin, it drives me insane. it’s like i see it and all i want is for you to put your fucking lips all over me… and mark me… just wanna kiss you while you cum so those pretty moans have nowhere to go but my mouth.

the sound of him tugging his cock is louder, wetter than before. your fingers itch to join him and match his tempo but your pride is still far too strong.

oh here comes my favorite part..lemme turn it up so you can hear..there we go, loud and clear.

what you hear is salacious and wet. there’s no mistaking it for anything other than his hot mouth on your soaked cunt working to bring you to your peak. you reach a tentative finger down between your legs and gasp. you’re just as syrupy wet as the day you filmed that scene.

it’s been weeks and I can still taste your pussy on my tongue, you know that? i’m drooling over here, beautiful… miss having my head between your thighs so fucking much… next time, and there will be a next time, i’ll eat you from behind and you can smother me with it…i’ll eat your ass too if you want..bury my fuckin tongue in it ‘til you scream.

the visual lights you aflame. you know he’ll keep his word and better than that, he’ll make it so good for you when he does. it gets harder and harder to resist the allure the more ino talks.

you never said that was a hard no either… dirty girl. that’s okay..there’s not a single part of your body that I wouldn’t put my mouth on..just point me to it and i‘m there.

the moan that escapes your mouth takes you completely by surprise. he’s so good at getting you riled up and you hate it. you may not even need your fingers to cum at this rate. he chuckles like he knows what he just did to you.

you like when I sweet talk you, baby? make you your own little custom message just for you? anything for my number one fan. anything, beautiful… i hope you’re touching yourself to it… you better fuckin’ be… cause that’s what I’m picturing.

he’s almost right. and almost there if his ragged breathing is anything to go by.

you can still touch your pussy if you’re mad at me, baby..it’s ok. nobody’s gonna know but you..not even me… you can cum to my voice over and over..however many times you want and it’ll be your little secret… it doesn’t even have to be today. just promise me..promise me you’ll come back to this and touch yourself until you cum, beautiful..promise me you’ll let me make you feel good again. it’s a deal, yeah?

your fingers are slippery with your arousal before he can even finish his plea. you don’t wanna fight it anymore. can’t fight it anymore. they frantically rub circles on your clit. you buzz with pure need to catch up to him and your vision blurs from how fast the pleasure hits you.

feels so good doesn’t it? i know… you hate it but you love it too. yeah, you love it too don’t you? still dripping for me even when you’re mad.

you both groan, the sound of your fingers matching the sound and pace of ino’s hand.

feeling’s mutual if it helps... you make me feel so fucking good but you ruined me..can’t even cum unless i’m thinking about you, beautiful..you always take me there.

his focus shifts back to the video.

pretty, pretty, pretty..my pretty girl… so pretty when you ride me..and you moan so pretty too.. ‘i love it ino, please ino, i need it ino.’… are you moaning my name right now?… god i wish i could hear it. those breathy little whimpers..

and oddly enough, your lips part to call out to ino despite being all alone in your room. it’s like your body can’t help but sing for him, praise him, for delivering you to a heightened sense of pleasure.

i’m close, baby. i wish i could make another mess in between your thighs. makes me wanna clean it all up with my mouth and spit it right in yours and let you suck my tongue clean.

a shiver races through you from your head to your toes, the sensation of his words and your impending orgasm washing over you.

you close, beautiful? it’s gonna feel so good when we cum together. cum for me baby, i know you want to... give it to me..i know you will..your pussy listens to me even when you’re mad at me.

a broken moan bubbles out of your mouth just as your climax hits.

yeah, cum for ino, baby. it’s okay… be mad at me later just let yourself feel good… fuck, i’m gonna cum too… fuuuuck..you make me feel so good..so good, baby..can’t even think… need to be in your pussy..please, please, please. need you to cum for me.

you momentarily go blind and deaf simultaneously, chest rising and falling as you and ino cum together. and you want to be angry, really you do, but you just can’t feel anything other than complete satisfaction at the moment. ino leaves you with one final request:

where’re your manners, beautiful? say ‘thank you’ when you cum… you know better than that.

and the voice message ends.

thanks for reading, I hope u guys enjoyed! asks are open if you have any thoughts for what you’d like to see next 🩷 <3

[weeping-statue]

I’m not sure if your reqs are open, but if they are, could I ask for ithaqua with a fem!s/o that just kinda likes to baby him? After everything that happened to him I js wanna hold him like his mother used to 😭 poor boy def needs it. Thank you in advance 🫰

My inbox is open, dw! I made a post about it so my followers could see it in case they don’t read this!

Ithaqua just being loved on

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He’s obviously touched starved, so he heavily depends on the quiet nights where you hold him and pamper him.

Sometimes you’d start him a bath with all of your favorite scents and soothing salts. Scrubbing his matted hair from his earlier matches. All the dirt and annoyance of the day being let go and washed down the drain.

Then when he’s done his rinse you dry him off and hold him close under all of the furs on your shared bed. Humming the songs he taught you from his childhood.

He was snuggled into your chest, suffocating in your boobs, content. Your fingers treaded through his damp hair. Humming softly. The familiarity calming him from the plaguing nightmares of the past, present, and future.

When he was with you like this he didn’t have to.. think. He didn’t have to make decisions. He didn’t have to worry about what mistakes he might have made or could have made.

Sometimes the thinking got too loud, the voices just couldn’t take a hint and shut up. Couldn’t leave him alone. He’s been through so much and yet he has to persevere through more? How much more must he take. How much more could you all take?

It’s an endless cycle of torment and you just couldn’t escape the ugly truth and the harsh reality. And when it all comes down to it, you start to think, is it all worth living for-

“Hey.. shh… don’t think. Don’t worry. Your safe. Your loved. You’re going to be okay. We’re going to be okay..”

His eyes slowly opened as his thoughts were interrupted. And something just switched in his head.

It’s quiet..?

It’s quiet.

The silence he prayed for day in and day out was just handed to him so easily. And by you no less. His favorite person, his love, his one. If he could fall any further he would.

He snuggled deeper, inhaling your scent. Letting his mind shut down, and submitting himself to sleep. He doesn’t normally like to be so vulnerable. But why does it feel so good? Especially with you? What is this power you had over him that just made him.. fold?

Whatever it was, wasn’t his issue at the moment. Neither was it yours.

These nights are what he lives for.

He’d never trade these moments for anything in the world.

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I hoped you like it anon! Also does anybody see the artist changes on my profile? Cause I’m just curious to see if anyone notices the different music artists I put on there when I’m in the mood for them! A fun tid bit I suppose..

[juyeoz]

GOOD GRACES — YANG JUNGWON

003 ┆ mistakes my evil twin (0.8k words)

The Decelis Academy’s Atheltic Committee (in other words, DAAC) club room wasn’t the biggest. It was the size of your average classroom, yet it was decorated to satisfy the needs of the said club members.

The sunlit room felt warm and fuzzy as any autumn day would have felt. It was the perfect place to relax.

“That’s pretty much it. Just need a few more helpers for the upcoming tournament and bulletin boards in the hallway.” Wonyoung said, wrapping up her part of the meeting with her eyes still on the projector.

“Any questions?” She asked, looking over at the familiar group of faces.

“Should we also create advertisements to join the club? I know we’ll need more hands when the other sports come, but I doubt the morning announcements are enough since many people tune them out.”

Wonyoung took in Ningning’s words, letting them ease into her mind. She wasn’t wrong, not at all. Truly, she had an amazing point which only left Wonyoung feeling satisfied.

“Yes, I definitely agree with that.” She said with a smile.

“Do you want to work on that, Ningning?”

“I don’t mind, I have a lot of time on my hands anyway.” She replied, replicating the smile Wonyoung held on her lips.

“Alright, if that’s everything, (Name), you can take over now.” Wonyoung insisted.

You rose up from your seat, gaining an irritated expression and groaning from the male who sat a few rows in front of you—the captain of the boys volleyball team.

Or, in other words, Yang Jungwon.

“Shut up,” you muttered while walking past his seat. He rolled his eyes at your response and slouched down into his chair.

“It’ll take an extra 5 minutes…” You said while preparing the projector to portray your photos. A few awkward moments of silence went by with you adjusting your photos to enlarge on the projector.

However, eventually, you succeeded.

“Okay, so, I was just wondering about some basic things!” You began while clasping your hands together and moving out of the way.

“I took some pictures for the basketball posters and wanted to hear your thoughts on them—”

The sudden sound of a phone ringing was enough to silence your voice as everyone’s heads turned to face the culprit.

“Sorry, one moment.” Wonyoung said with an apologetic smile and walked out of the classroom.

A snicker escaped Jungwon’s lips, causing him to receive a glare from you upfront.

“As I was saying, I already prepared a poster with an image which will be posted tomorrow, but just for future purposes.” You explained while switching to the poster in question.

“Here it is—”

“Who approved of this?” A voice questioned, cutting you off once again.

You inhaled deeply and looked over to the crowd of students, picking up the irritated expression on the one and only Yang Jungwon’s face.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” You asked.

“The quality could’ve been much higher. I can’t even read the text in the middle.”

“I’ll remake it then.” You simply said. You didn’t want to argue with him under such a time limit.

“Why not just use a photo that was taken during a match?” He continued.

“There’s not many taken. I could just fix it up later.”

“There’s nothing that ties Decelis Academy to the poster other than our school name. It could say almost anything and you’d just be swapping words around.”

You hated his voice. It was so irritating, almost causing you to fume up into flames. Despite that, you had to keep your cool.

“At least use a photo of the team.”

“I don’t have an—”

“You should have a higher standard for things. People wouldn’t even bat an eye at something so boring. In other words, that.”

The clubroom’s atmosphere was suffocating. The tension was evident and only made everyone else antsy and uncomfortable. They didn’t want to make anything worse, part of them hoping Wonyoung would return soon.

In their favour, the door clicked open and showcased another apologetic Wonyoung. She slipped her phone down into her pockets and closed the door behind her.

“Unfortunately, time is up. I’m sorry, (Name). If anything you can text the group chat, okay?” She said as you nodded in response.

Your eyes shifted over to Yang Jungwon, the most irritating volleyball player you’ll ever meet.

He was leaning back into his chair with his head tilted to the right and arms crossed over his chest. A smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

You hated how innocent he looked as if he wasn’t the cause of this all. You hated how the bell went, leaving you with no time left. You hated how he collected his belongings, swinging his backpack over one shoulder and walked past you in silence with his hands in his pockets.

It was almost as if you weren’t even there.

Nevertheless, most importantly, you hated Yang Jungwon all together and to you, that will never change.

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[honeysickledream]

Who's Who, Darling? Part 2 | Poly141 x F!Reader

Tags / cw: fivesome (F/M/M/M/M), fingering (f!receiving), p in v, protected sex, blindfolds, finger sucking, a bit of spanking, light pussy slapping, edging (ig?), orgasm denial of sorts, birth control (IUD) mention, Reader is referred to as Pet a handful of times (mainly by Price), offscreen masturbation, polyamory discussions and agreements, no use of Y/N, no descriptions of reader | if i missed anything, let me know! w/c: ~3.4k A/n: this whole thing got away from me, it’s a long one. I’ve been slowly writing it as life hits me upside the head with a new pan every other day. If parts feel rushed, that’s predominately why. Proofread in the middle of the night so ignore typos, please. Also, happy Halloween! divider by @/saradika-graphics

The guys are making coffee and tea when you manage to pull yourself out of the bed and stumble into the kitchen. You’re flashed a smile by each and given pecks on the cheeks as you rub the sleep from your eyes and try to adjust to being alive and having them in your house—last night seeming like some mouthwatering fever dream. Soap suddenly proposes that he make breakfast for everyone and you whine, knowing just how inept he is in the kitchen. The little kitchenette in the break room on base has been closed down more times than anyone can count because he manages to set something on fire.

Price quickly banishes Soap to the living room and sends you along with him, but not before he hands you a warm mug filled with your favorite drink doctored just the way you liked it. There’s not much room on the couch, not with Soap sitting on the middle cushion with his legs spread out as far as they’ll go. He gives you a look—the ‘come sit on my lap, I don’t bite’ look—and you give in. It’s too early in the morning to be stubborn, to be standing honestly, and you’re chilly despite the heat being on.

His thick arms wrap around you, pulling you as close as they can, and he turns on the TV. You notice as you take small sips from your mug that Soap’s eyes are trained on your throat as it bobs with each swallow. He gives you the sweetest look as he asks—begs almost—to give your throat a kiss. Tells you he’s been wanting to do it for ages now and that he promises not to bite.

Fucking liar he is. One peck to the center of your throat turns into another, then a dozen more with faint nibbles between each one. He licks your throat, too, which causes your breath to catch and thighs to press together. The throbbing in your clit worsens when he noses at your pulse point and whines, hips jerking lightly against your ass.

Ghost’s voice cuts through the faint buzzing in your ears and you wince as your arousal dissipates. He tells you breakfast is ready, but you’re not released from Soap’s intense hold. Ghost gives him a glare and Soap’s hips buck once more in response. You’re given one last nip before Soap lets you push off him. He trails behind you, the hem of your sleep shirt caught between two fingers.

Your place at the table has been set elegantly, as if you were royalty. Price pours you a glass of juice while Gaz pushes your chair in and lays a napkin (really it’s just the second cheapest kind of paper towel you could get) in your lap. Ghost places your plate before you and awkwardly gives your head a pat when you thank him. It’s awfully charming being treated so well by them, but there’s a bit of suspicion lurking in the back of your mind.

It’s not your fault the men you’ve entertained in the past have be lackluster in…well, just about every way.

They all sit on the other side of the table, crammed together like sardines in a tin as they dig into their own omelets and hash. Your omelet was the prettiest that’d been made: no tearing along the seam, perfect gold spots across the outside. The seasonings used were light and complementary. Ghost had been the one to cook it, you reasoned. He was a maestro in the kitchen, always bringing in little bits of what he’d cooked the night before to team meetings or sharing his food during breaks in the rec room when it wasn’t under repair because of Soap.

Your appetite quickly fades as you wonder when the topic of ‘Round Two’ will be mentioned, or if Ghost and Gaz’s hints of things turning into something more will be touched on. Both have been sitting in the back of your mind since last night to the point you recall vague dreams regarding them. The anticipation of a talk makes faint nausea build in your belly as your heart keeps wondering and hoping, hoping, hoping—

Price clears his throat and your fork skids on the plate. The screeching of metal on porcelain makes your skin crawl and your teeth ache. All four of the guys look at you with concern and you wave them off, quickly taking a sip of juice. The anticipated conversation begins once you swallow, no chance of any spit takes or choking.

He puts it all very plainly: the four of them do want you. They’d been keen on you for the longest but had all agreed to refrain from making any moves to preserve camaraderie but then you’d gone and complained about your workload and not being laid. The perfect opportunity for them, for you. He tells you they’d talked about how things would go afterwards, the proposition of some kind of…situation or legitimate relationship between you and all of them.

It’s stressed that there’s no pressure, no true expectations of anything—the military’s funny that way sometimes; the expectation for anything to work out often squashed without realizing once it begins to grow. Soap becomes a little pouty when Gaz assures you they’ll all be okay if you decline round two of the bet, or if you ask them to just forget anything ever happened.

That’s when you ask if you can say your piece and you’re given the floor. You find it flattering, and jarring, that they’ve all had their eye on you for a while. You admit you can’t help but pay close attention to them as well. Sometimes you think you know their personalities, talents, and appearances better than your own. And you express that round two is something you desperately want to have happen. But, the prospect of a relationship of any kind between the five of you makes you twitchy despite the last twelve or so house of constant dreamy pondering.

You explain, not in too much detail, that your past relationships and dynamics haven’t been the healthiest. Each one adding a new boundary and expectation to an already long list. Anyone you get with in the hopes of something serious is quickly met with said list because you’ve learned to never assume that people will be good and faithful. You tell them that you’re willing to explore things with them if they’re amenable to be respectful of that list—and of course, you would be be respectful of their limits.

They hear you out when you tell them you’d want something closed, just the five of you. Everyone intertwined in various pairings if that’s what they wanted, but no outside people. Too complicated, too risky in some circumstances. No one throws a fit or even looks the least bit bothered by the boundary which settles your nausea significantly. Slow and steady is your next big point. You want to explore things with them as they come up naturally, be it kinks or troubles or life in general. Rushing to force an experience, you have found, cheapens it and leads to some form of relationship burnout that you don’t want to experience with them or have them experience with you.

It’s all quite formal, their agreeing to what you want and stating their own boundaries—no secrets, the relationship still exists but becomes second place when on a mission or otherwise at work, communication remains at the forefront of everything—which you’re happy to agree to. You’re half-tempted to get some pens and paper to really seal the deal, but you settle for pinking-promising with Soap which seems to be enough for the others.

Breakfast is through not long after, and you work with the guys to put away leftovers and clean up the kitchen. You get a kiss on the cheek or shoulder, a firm hand pressing your back whenever they pass by you. It makes your skin heat, your stomach and heart in some mild flux at the constant sweet attention that is all yours. They receive their own affections from you, a peck in return for a peck, a gentle lean into their side when their shoulders brush yours.

Soap mentions needing a change of clothes—toiletries, too—and the others echo him. They’d be gone for a while, base was a healthy distance from your home which is just how you like it, but you didn’t want to be alone while getting ready for round two. You ask if they can grab some of Price’s stuff to bring back while they’re on base so he can hand around to take part in the prep since he got so little time with you last night.

And that’s exactly what led to you trying to tune out the grating voices of sports casters while being prepped on the couch.

Price has been idly fingering you for the last hour while watching a rerun of a football game he missed during the last deployment. He slowly presses two of his thick fingers into your cunt, keeps them still for a moment or two before he crooks them and you tense around them. Then he pulls them most of the way out while spreading them bit by bit, only to push them back in.

Occasionally he’ll get a text, sometimes multiple at a time and you know it’s from the others because of the little text tones. Whatever they send him has his hips bucking, causing his hard cock to rub against your stomach for a bit of friction before he settles.

You want to bite him for being such a fucking tease but you can’t find much purchase to do so given that you’re draped over his lap and pinned there, face buried in one of your fluffy throw pillows that Soap teased you for owning. You also remember that it was you who asked him to stay behind to prep you and to do it his way.

The front door opens and you perk up to the best of your ability. You try to squirm a bit so you can go greet the others and find out what they’d been up to, but John’s hold on you tightens. He gives your bare ass a light slap, soothing over the spot as the faint burn of pain faded. The others come into view and you whine at them, but they don’t pay you any mind, leaving you to your fate with Price as they go to the bedroom, shopping bags and luggage in hand.

“I didn’t know they were going to the shop, too. What did they get?” you ask Price.

“You’ll find out when we’re ready for you to,” he says as he slowly presses a third finger into you. The stretch is bordering on uncomfortable. His free hands soothes your tensing back. “Three’s all we’ll do—that’s what we agreed on. Relax for me, pet.”

You huff, feigning annoyance while relaxing to the best of your ability. His three fingers are about as wide as your biggest toy. The same one that sits at the back of your nightstand drawer, used only when you have a fully uninterrupted day off, something you haven’t had in ages. It simply takes too long to prep yourself and when you’re ready, you’re too tired—annoyed, too, sometimes—to do more than cockwarm it for a while. It was also hit and miss if penetration did much for you.

Something thuds in the bedroom and you bang your head against the fluffy pillow. “If they break something up there—“

“Nothing’s broken, pet. Gaz probably tripped on Soap’s damn boots, or Ghost’s turned one of them into a pretzel for being annoying,” Price said.

Price gets a text and he pulls his fingers out of you slowly. He’s gentle as he grabs hold of you, a wall of muscle for you to lean on as the shaky muscles in your legs remember how to work. The bed’s been stripped down to the fitted sheet and mattress protector under it, a lone pillow is at the foot of the bed. Water bottles and a variety of snacks have been laid out on your desk, the lights dimmed and tower fan turned on to manage the temperature. Ghost hands you a lilac satin blindfold, a definite upgrade to the sleep mask he’s now tossing in the trash bin under your desk.

A quick refresher of the dos and don’ts and safe words are had before Ghost helps you lay the strip of fabric over your eyes and tie it in place. You casually drop that if the others want to toy around with you while you try to determine who’s fucking you, they should go for it.

Four sets of hands guide you onto the bed and put you on your knees, the pillow secure under your elbows. Belt buckles clank and fabric rustles, you hear whispers before a box is opened and foil is crinkled—condoms. Condoms had escaped your mind but not theirs, and you’re glad. Sure you’ve got an IUD that’s going to need replacing in a handful of months, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. None of you could afford the scare that came along with not using condoms.

The bed dips as one of them kneels behind you and you try not to flinch when a firm hands rests on your hip. You arch your back as his tip presses against your slit with the slightest bit of pressure. It’s when he slowly presses into you that you realize just how necessary Price’s three fingers were. The stretch makes you shudder and clench, your inner voice reminding you relax as he massages your hips.

You give him a quick thumbs up when you feel situated enough. His movements are slow at first, he pulls out halfway before guiding you back until your ass is flush with his hips. You feel unruly hairs scratch your cheeks and shake your head, knowing full well who it is: Soap. You may or may not have caught a few glimpses of his bush, at least the top bit, during the times he stretches his arms over his head after unbuckling his belt post-mission or training.

He reaches around and between your legs to toy with your poor clit that had been ignored by Price for a whole hour. You whine into the pillow as your body shudders with pleasure and your hips jerk to chase his teasing fingers, pulling you out of the steady pace that had been set. You hold off on saying his name because he’s at least trying to be a giving partner, but it stumbles from your lips when his pace gets faster and jostles you closer to the edge of the bed.

Per the rules of the bet, his turn is over. He slips out and carefully pulls you from the edge. You feel a little bad that he didn’t come, but then he groans softly across the room and you know he’s taking care of himself just fine. And probably sitting naked on your leather desk chair at that.

Someone gently turns you onto your back and settles between your legs, cool hands guiding them to hook around his hips. You’re given a bit of time to adjust to him before he’s leaning on his left forearm and thrusting into you firmly. There’s no way to identify him by his manscaping, or lack thereof, and he hasn’t started using his hands or making sounds, which quickly frustrates you.

Patience isn’t your main virtue, you’re learning.

You scrunch your nose and move your brows, trying to get the satin blindfold to shift so you can get a glimpse of something but you hear someone ‘tsk-tsk’. Then a hand slaps your cunt lightly—Price’s hand, it felt the same when he spanked your ass earlier. You writhe and moan as Price occasionally pats your clit while you’re getting fucked, the stimulation causing that dizzying tension in your belly to coil tighter and tighter.

Those thinner, longer fingers that tormented you last night ghost over your lips and you part them. You lay your tongue out flat and then lick the finger that prods at the pointed tip of your tongue. Your lips wrap around two of his fingers and suck lightly, moving your tongue against the undersides. The man doubles over, hips stuttering as he comes. He pulls his fingers free and you wipe the spit from your lips as you say his name—Gaz—softly. He presses a kiss to your lips before pulling away and hopping off the bed.

Either Price or Ghost take Gaz’s place quickly, resuming his pace to keep your arousal from dissipating. You’re hoisted up by four hands and you quickly wrap your arms around the man’s neck. He guides your hips to rock with his as he whispers in your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek. Ghost lays you back down as you do what he asks and say his name. He wanted Price to have the final go, to have his fun and to make you come.

You latch onto Price like a leech when he hovers over you. That hour of prepping you taught him exactly what to do, where to press and when. As he pulls out, his thumb moves faster against your clit before slowing as he thrusts in, your back arching and body burning. Sweet praise comes at you from all sides, filling your brain with cotton as you try not to let go too quickly but when Price calls you their ‘sweet pet’, it’s all over. You’re coming around his cock, crying out brokenly as hands move across your body to limit the jerking of your limbs. For a moment everything’s quiet, then a heavy and hot weight is on top of you, panting in your ringing ears.

Price pushes off of you and helps you sit up against a bunch of pillows that are shoved under you. A water bottle is shoved in your face right as the blindfold comes off. You sip at it while you watch Soap, Gaz and Ghost bumble naked around the bedroom to find the wet wipes the apparently bought, and your backup sheets and mattress protector. Price is half holding you as he asks how you feel and if everything was done to your liking. You tell him you’re good but tired, and that it was quite enjoyable. You check in with them, as well, getting smiles along with affirmative answers.

The next thing you know, all four of them are filtering in and out of your shower, quickly washing up and helping you do the same before they tap in the next one. Dinner consists of five different pizzas, a shabby blanket fort in the living room, and a campy horror film that puts you to sleep across their laps halfway through it.

What if I put reader on leave with in an array of dildos and a new vibrator while the guys go on a mission…? I’m thinking some thoughts. Anyways, poor Soap. He hasn’t even come close to making reader come and it makes me so happy. He’s the character I love to be sadistic towards. Last time it was Ghost x Gaz who got her off, now it’s Price. He’ll get his turn eventually…

[anomaly-hivemind]

Caught ☆ Spider! Choso x Reader | Kinktober Day 29

Summary: The itsy-bitsy spider went up your waterspout. Down came the rain and turned the spider on. Up came the climax, and tightened up all the spout, and the itsy-bitsy spider takes you once again.

Word Count: 692

Tags: Rope Bondage, One Shot, Fingerfucking, Restraints, Non-Consensual Bondage, Bondage, Spiders, Human/Monster Romance

This is what you get for being in places you have no business being in. Strung up in a very exposed manner in front of an overly large arachnid that also was seemingly a hot man. You don’t even remember the exact thing that got you into this mess, and there's no point in thinking about it when you're about to be eaten. You pull on the webs, and they aren't budging. 

Welp, the only regret you have is not writing down a will, so the people you didn’t like in your close enough bloodline could get nothing. You're not even sure that's how wills work, you've never died before and this would be your first. You were so in your head that you didn't notice when the webs started to shake and your captor was crawling to you. 

You try to crane your neck to see, but it's too hard to move it without feeling like you might break it. This situation was not it no matter how hot the creature now standing in front of you was. 

Hot he was, if not for the creepy spider bits. The human half of him had messy pigtails that kept his dark hair from being in the way. He has 5 eyes that seem to take up the space of his forehead.  As he inches closer you can see the seams of his face alluding to a hingable mouth. Then the most obvious part was the two sets of mandibles he has, the first coming out of the human mouth and being smaller than the others being much larger and coming from his face seams.  His eyes had heavy purple bags under them and he handed a long mark over his nose.

For the part, you were more unsettled about his actual other half. The part that's all spider that is. It was basically if you saw a spider in Australia and made the biggest one there ten times bigger. It causes an awkward chill down your spine. He, at least you're assuming by human half that it is in fact he was just staring down at you. All eyes are on you, making you feel small.

He crawled closer to you and your anxiety shot through the roof. He spit acid from his mouth dissolving your pants. Adrenaline coursed through your veins and you tensed up in your webbed prison. Even if you were free it still wouldn’t help at all. The acid burned, not like how you expected acid to burn, to make your flesh bubble and melt off. Not that it was more like the exact moment when you’re sitting out under the sun and regret not putting on sunscreen.

He pulled off the melted remains of your pants and discarded them elsewhere. As he circled around the outside of your hole.

“Ah! Why are you doing this,” he pushed two of his slender fingers into your hole and you tense up a little. He watched your face contort a little, which he seemed to enjoy. 

You try to squirm and all that does is wiggle the webs holding you down a little but it helps none when it comes to pushing our pulling away from the arachne. He mutters something under his breath that couldn’t hear all that well. 

“What was that?” You huff out as he starts to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of your entrance. 

“Because I want to,” he scissors his fingers out inside of you and stretches you out. 

You were holding back moans and pants as he was fingering you. It feels good and you hate to admit but he was hitting all the right spots.  It made you feel like you could climax on this alone even if you would prefer some other stimulation elsewhere. 

He thrust his thrust into You at a steady pace and your insides try to pull him in deeper and squeeze around his digits. His other hand continues to pump in and out of your warm, channel, making sure that you know exactly who is in control here. 

After all, you were caught in his web.

[patheticpeoplesupreme]

Sparks In A Socket

[Airplane turns into a lightning demon — because system wanted some fun]

[just a WIP lol I can never do full oneshots because I love skipping all over the place haha don’t we love cliffhangers?]

He tried to breathe, he really did. But fuck, how could one NOT panic when there’s a storm surrounding the mountain AND THRE ARE BURSTS OF LIGHTNING COMING FROM HIS—HIS HANDS WERE TURNING LIGHT BLUE????

WHAT THE FUCK.

He glared at the system through his blurring vision, dammit, he didn’t even do anything weird this time!!! He was just doing paperwork!?!

[ (ง•̀.•́)ง Fight on, User 01!]

“Why—“ He stuttered on his breath, fighting the urge to curl up into himself, knowing that doing that would make the scent of burnt ash worse, “Why do I—Why lightning powers?”

[It’s a special event! User 02 has also turned into a demon for a brief period of time.]

Helpful! Really helpful!

“Can you please change my powers, System!?” Shang Qinghua pleaded desperately, see? You can see he’s really desperate because he’s using his “please’s” (and kneeling on the ground sobbing)

[System can do that for 1000000 B points!]

THAT’S ABSURD, AND A SCAM!?!? HOW HARD CAN CHANGING A POWER BE???

[(┳◇┳) it takes a lot of power!]

Screw you System!!!?!?!?

Shakily, he wrote a letter to his head disciple, telling her that he’ll be leaving for a while and another for Shen Qingqiu. He taps on the pendant that Mobei—Jun gave him so that he could travel around between the palace and the sect with ease and tried to take comfort in the chill and lack of thunder blaring in his ears.

The jitters scuttle all over the palm of his hands, and he flinches at the sight of sparks. He could see the snow on his fingers melting, maybe this was a bad idea?

No— he just needs to get inside of his palace, to his room, where everything’s blocked off and where he’ll be safe and where everyone around him is safe—God he can now understand why Elsa locked herself away when she accidentally hurt her sister— He darts inside, not giving a second glance to the guards’ bewildered look at his back.

—

He huddled as close to the fire as he could, trying not to stare at the frost on his window. The frost made the window translucent, some parts of the window had water droplets that had yet to be frozen. Some slipped down the window. He really tried not to stare at those.

His body was restless, he couldn’t stop twitching, he tried rubbing his hands together, but it only fueled the sparks in his hands, static static static— not dangerous, he reminded himself.

He would be fine.

He’s probably immune to the sparks, the lightning, he’s fine.

His gaze fall back to the drips of water.

It reminds him of the water bottle next to his computer. It reminds him of the cup noodles sitting right in front of him, tumbling tumbling tumbling— it’s NOT TUMBLING.

Shang Qinghua leans against the wall and shuts his eyes.

Just breathing.

inhale exhale. inhale exhale. inhale exhale.

“Qinghua?”

Many things happened after that statement.

1. He jumped away from the voice, almost mashing his back against the wall, unintentionally slapping the big cold hand that was reaching for him.

2. He didn’t scream, no, Shang Qinghua let out an eardrum—shattering shriek and with his eyes popping open with shock, along with the sound of thunder rumbled through the room.

3. Various flashes of light burst from his hands, a few crackling bursts crashed into the window glass, shattering it completely causing the icy winds to come into the room. Some sparks of lightning ricocheted off his wall breaking the lamp above his head, some singed the wooden parts of his bed and his desk.

After the lightning died down, he stared right into the dumbfounded ice demon’s eyes, mind completely blank, his body completely shutting down on him in his panic.

He had a full view of the destruction, he could feel the shards of glass from the lamp above him, the glow from his handsl, the rumbling of thunder in his ears doesn’t dissipate, nor does the smell of fire or the tingling feeling in his bones. He’s not dying, Shang Qinghua reminds himself, he’s not.

He’s not in pain, he’s completely dry and he just hit his king and the air in his lungs is leaving him.

“S—Sorry—“ he stuttered out, trying to hit his chest into breathing again, it only kind of helps.

He could swear that Mobei-Jun had a concerned look on his face.

—

[weirdogirl888]

temptations part two!

part one here

a/n: so tumblr hates me and decided to remove all my italics but i’m to lazy to add them back in so uhm..cope. also I KNOW the photo above isn’t jake but erm whatver 🙄🙄

requests are always open 👻

wc: 1.4k

warnings: smut (duh), smoking, oral (m receiving, reader is a light weight, creampie, praise uhmmm donnie is a perv lol

smut under the cut 💋

the walk to donnie’s house was quiet. you both walked with nerves looming over your heads, but for diffrent reasons.

donnie couldn’t believe that the first girl to come to his house, his room was no other than the cutest girl in school, and was in awe at how lucky he was.

you on the other hand fretted about how you’d pay him. you blew all your allowance on the mall last week with your friends and was worried the plan you had in your brain might not work. you didn’t even know if donnie was into a girl like you.

“so have you ever smoked before?” donnie asked pulling you out of your thoughts. you two neared his front porch

you paused, causing him to turn and face you with a curious look on your face.

“n-no, i haven’t, can you teach me?” you looked up with pleading eyes which made a pit form in the back of his throat and a warm feeling at the bottom of his stomach which he recognized all to well.

“woah really? that’s so cute. sure i can, you can count on me.” his corny attitude made you giggle

you two raced up to his room and plopped your stuff on the foot of his bed, you walked around and admired his weird drawings and cool posters.

“your drawings are strange, i like them” you complimented.

“thanks” he muttered, he took this time to rifle through his drawers to find his stash. as well as a way to hide his beat red face. no one ever has complimented his drawings before. his therapist called them worrisome and his mom wouldn’t say anything about them. but the sad glint in her eye told him all he needed to know.

“because this is your first time, i’ll give you an eighth on the house. this is the good stuff from my personal stash which i don’t really sell, it’s just for me. but, since your new and all i thought i’d give you the best of the best. since it’s your first time and all.” he said rambling as he began to roll up the substance, his skilled fingers working nimbly to pack and twist the joint.

when he licked at the rolled paper you almost passed out. he’s so hot you thought squeezing your thighs together.

“i’m a little scared donnie..” you muttered, shyness overcoming you.

“don’t be y/n, here- all you have to do is just breath in through your mouth when i blow the smoke at you. i’ll go first ok?” he lit the joint and brought it up to his lips, taking a deep inhale and then inhaling when it left his plump lips.

you looked at him ready. he turned to you and just as you opened your mouth and started to inhale he blew the smoke right into your mouth. the weed hit you and you immediately started coughing.

your face blushed from the proximity and intimacy of it all, as well as embarrassment. “i totally coughed up a lung.”

“it’s okay” he said laughing “everyone coughs their first time….want another hit?”

and that’s how the next twenty minutes was spent. him exhaling smoke into your lungs and getting closer and closer every time to where your noses were barely brushing. it was safe to say you were pretty stoned. the weed hitting you making your eyes go low and you felt all giggly.

“wow donnie. this, this stuff is pretty great ya know ha.” you said staring at him through half closed lids.

“isn’t it?” he said smiling lazily, eyes boring into yours.

“you’re sooo kind for giving me this on the house. ya sure there’s not any way i could pay you?”

“welll i can think of one idea i might have.” he said with a smirk on his face.

“oh? what’s that?” the weed and the warmth from between your legs made you bold, but donnie was one step ahead of you.

“how about i make you more comfortable?” in an instant he pulled your body so you were flush with his lap, your sweet body wash making him dizzy. he was so warm, and so handsome under you.

“think i deserve a kiss for giving you this great weed. don’t ya think?” he said tapping his lips.

you wasted no time connecting yours to his. you knew no girls really talked to him, and he hardly went on any dates. but his mouth was a fucking pro. he kissed you like his life depended on it. his lips felt so good neither of you wanted to stop. you parted for air which made him immediately attach his hot mouth to your neck. littering it in sloppy wet kisses.

“been waiting for this so long donnie” you whined.

he pulled back in surprise “really?”

“yeah, had a crush on you for so long.” you kissed him again, this time more heated then the last. his hands rested on your waist drew circles into your warm skin with his thumbs.

you pulled back and started unbuttoning your shirt. donnie couldn’t believe his eyes. “shit y/n. you dont- you dont need to do that.”

“but i want you to feel me.” you pouted. discarded shirt left on the ground aswell as your bra. donnie’s eyes bulged at the sight of your breasts. you dragged his frozen hands over you and made him grope them. then bent down to kiss him some more.

donnie picked you up and walked you to the bed and roughly threw you down, causing you to squeal in surprise from his amount of strength.

he tore his shirt off and started attacking your breasts. he kneaded and pinched one whilst sucking violently on the other. then switching to the other one and then groping them with both hands whilst kissing your neck.

“fuck donnie your mouth feels so good.” you moaned as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in utter bliss.

donnie’s clothed crotch grinded on you which you met with equal desperation.

“i wanna feel you so bad.” he whined between kisses “please can i fuck you y/n? please? i’ll make you feel so good baby ahh-!”

your palming of his rock hard cock had caught him off guard. you wasted no time slipping off the bed and sat on your knees, staring up at him with wide hungry eyes. he turned to sit on the bed, figuring out what you were about to do. and waisted to time ripping off his belt and pulling broth his slacks and his boxers.

your mouth watered when his girthy dick sprang free, hard as a brick. you had no anticipation that he was gonna be this big. but you weren’t complaining

so it really is always the quiet ones.

you slowly licked up his shaft before sucking on his tip and swiping your tongue around it. having him let out a pathetic moan.

you then began to bob your head up and down until tears started forming in your eyes. you pulled off with a loud pop and started breathing for air, your eyes never leaving his.

you pulled off your painties and your skirt and got up to sit on his lap. kissing him hard, which was mostly just tongue . you both pulled back for air and rested your heads on each others foreheads

“i wanna feel you so bad baby.” donnie said squeezing your hips.

you lifted up and used your hand to grab his dick and line it up with your entrance. slowing sinking down into it. donnie’s eyes blew wide as you let out a huge moan. you paused for you to get used to the shear length of him stretching you out and wrapped your army’s around donnie’s neck for support before you started bouncing up and down.

donnie sat there in awe and stillness as you got yourself off on his dick. he never really thought he’d be that big. but you getting more and more pleasure with every thrust had him turning into a wild animal.

“you cock feels so good donnie.” you say whining as it nudged the right spot over and over again. you were in heaven.

“fuck yeah baby, your pussy is so tight for me. and just for me right? you’re mine now, got that?” he said possessively. he was seeing you in a new light now that his dick was the one making your face twist into a twisted fucked out mess.

you moaned in response, barely comprehending anything your dealer had said. which made donnie annoyed. he pushed half of himself off the bed keeping you on top of him and started mercilessly fucking up into you. causing you to scream.

“i said who’s are you?” he groaned.

“yours! yours! m’ all yours donnie—ahhhh fuck! you feel so good”

the new position was making you go blank. the pleasure was so overwhelming and the girth of donnie made you cry and sigh your nails into his shoulders.

“yeah that’s right” he said kissing every inch of you “you’re mine now, your pussy is mine. only i can make you feel this way. shit, i’m so fucking excited to see you limping at school tomorrow. knowing it’s all just from me.”

his words were sending you over the edge, your climax soon approaching.

“donnie m’ close” you whimper.

“really? cause we’re barely getting started” he said, making his thrusts harder and harder until you spilled all over him. your suctioning pussy made him bite his lip. trying to it to cum just yet.

he fully pulled out, causing you to whine from the loss of him.

“get on your back baby.” you did as you were told, staring up at him.

he started to take both your ankles and push them far above your head, bending you as far as you’d go without it being painful. the new position gave him a clear view of your sopping pussy which made his breath shake.

“donnie what are you— ohh!” you screamed as donnie shoved his fat cock into your tight hole again. the new position made your brain short circuit. his tip bumping your gummy g spot with every thrust.

donnie wasn’t gonna last long, his balls slapping the beginning of your ass made a loud sound that filled the room, as well as your moans. he brought a hand down and gently rubbed your clit. making you whine. you next orgasm building up to the point all you could say was donnie’s name over and over again.

your next orgasm hit you ten times stronger than the first one and donnie was not far behind you. thrusting more and more as to have his entire seed dumped into your cervix. his eyes pet with a vehicular sight when he pulled out of your and his combined cum.

“Jesus” was all he could say.

“same here” you said out of breath.

“we should smoke and do this again sometime.”

“agreed”

[nighttimereader0]

Sylus x reader

Currently suffering from an eye infection so lol but I recently got back into writing, keep in mind this isn’t proofread and there will be a part two with smut I promise for now however enjoy this tease 😜

His fingers traveled down from my arms to my hands and interlocked his fingers with mine. A simple touch had set my skin alight and set off the intense throbbing sensation between my thighs and small moan escaped through my lips. “I hope your body only reacts to my touch like this, sweetie” Sylus said in a low toned voice into my ear, his breath lightly fanned my neck, hoping to feel his lips on mine I turned my head to face his, his red eyes glistened with a desire much darker and more full of lust he takes his eyes of my own and looks down at my lips, which causes me to look down at his, the thought of his lips on mine intensifies the throbbing sensation. We both lean into each other.

The sound of my alarm clock wakes me up from my dream. “That dream again…” since Sylus has been more prominent in my day to day life I’ve started having this dream that causes me to wake up out of breath and in a puddle of my own sweat. It is a dream I wish to make into a reality. However, not only was Sylus the leader of Onychinus but he also has quite a few fan girls in the N109 zone wether that be for power or money doesn’t matter to me, they are getting far too close to the man I desire. The only question that continues to swirl through my mind is if Sylus desires me just as much or if this is all in my head.

The thought of leaving my warm bed irked me, even though I’m not working today I still have cleaning to do at home, since the overhaul of missions I haven’t been able to maintain my apartment as well as I should do so I decided that on my day off I would finally clean it. My feet step onto the cold floor which made my whole body break out in goosebumps. I looked at my phone and opened my notes app to the checklist I had prepared for today. “The quicker I get started, the quicker I can relax” I tell myself in an attempt to prepare myself for the onslaught of cleaning.

After hours of cleaning my apartment was looking the best it had ever looked, whilst admiring my apartment a ring had cut through my ears causing me to turn to my phone on the table, the name that showed shot a wave of heat straight down to my core. Sylus. I breathe to regain myself and quick answer the phone.

“Was starting to think you wouldn’t pick up sweetie” he said with a hint of playfulness.

“Sorry for making you wait, what’s up?”

“I missed hearing your voice so I called, is that a problem?”

“….N-no not at all, I just finished cleaning my apartment.”

“I can see that”

I look out the window to see a familiar mechanical crow peeking into my window, it’s red eyes scanning my every move.

“You know, one day I’m gonna dismantle Mephisto” I say glaring at the trespassing bird

“Good luck with that sweetie, he does bite” he said with a small chuckle

“I will keep that in mind, anyway are you sure you don’t need me for anything?”

“Bold of you to assume I would only call if I needed something, I hold you in much higher regard than that but since you asked I was wondering if you and me can spend a few days together again, I have missed you…” he said with a hint of longing and adoration.

“I’m free for the next few days…..Is that okay for you Sylus”

“I will pick you up at 7, bye sweetie”

Before I could even say bye the phone call cut off, “rude” I say into the phone as if Sylus could hear me still. I pick up myself from the chair I was sitting on and headed straight for the bathroom to shower, the burning desire for Sylus only got bigger, the thought of me seeing him in all his glory made me clench , oh the things that man does.

[chalkrub]

return of mendel

[arklay]

DIANA x ALBERT WESKER / template.

[that-sarcastic-writer]

A Touch of Madness

Logan Howlett X girlfriend!reader

Summary: Logan comes to you after being away, and all he wants is your touch, and he knows just how to get on your good side. This is just porn without plot.

Takes place in the same universe as Too Sweet but can be read as standalone

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, couch sex, soft rough sex, Logan talks you through it, the claws make an appearance (I have a thing for his claws okay), Logan is obsessed with his girl, fluffy relationship, established relationship

WC: 3.9k

A/N: how did I make this longer than too sweet when it was supposed to be a Drabble. Hello idk how to write short shit. But like hello yall are so awesome? I appreciate all the love yall have given my first Logan fic. I also have an older Logan fic in the works but that one has plot so it’ll be a minute before its out. For now here this <3

He couldn’t take it anymore. You were driving him mad. It’s not like he deserved your anger. Not fully anyway. It wasn’t his fault he was gone this long. He had been thinking about you all week, about your soft lips, about the warmth of your thighs, about your sweet moans only for his ears to hear. And all he wanted was to pull you into his arms and take you, over and over, until you begged him to stop. 

But no. 

You were being childish. That’s what he called it anyway. 

“Sweet girl,” he called after you, like a puppy following close behind you as you strided around your apartment. He knew you were doing it on purpose, the excuse of having to do chores so you could elongate his torture. The way you so innocently looked back at him made him clench his jaw. “C’mon.” 

“Don’t sweet girl me, Logan. I told you, I’m busy.” You sassed him, huffing as you kept walking, finding the most insignificant of chores to waste your time with. He rolled his eyes at you, eyebrows furrowed into this perpetual gaze of annoyance. 

The truth was, you were aching for him, your thighs warm and your skin tingling solely at the thought of him taking you to do as he pleased. But, if there was something in this world you could be, it was petty. And if you had to suffer a whole week without him, he could suffer for an hour, even if it was also at your expense. Truly, you almost enjoyed the annoyance in his face, the sharpness in his voice, him damn near groaning behind you every time you evaded him under the excuse of needing to get some dumb chore done. 

“You’re killin’ me here, sugar.” He actually groaned this time, his jaw set. You stopped in your tracks and turned your head to look at him, shooting him a pointed look. “I said I was sorry.”

“Serves you right. And I don’t care if you’re sorry. You haven’t called me in a week.” Your words were sharp with bitterness and it dawned on him. That was why you were upset. A slight bit of humor tugged at the corner of his lips and he breathed out a laugh. You stared at him with blank eyes, you weren’t laughing. 

“C’mon, is that seriously why you’re upset? You know I was out of the state.” He tried to reason with you. Charles had entrusted him and Storm with finding a certain mutant that was causing havoc, three states over. And Logan had very much underestimated how long this would take them. So here he was, after a whole week away, damn near begging you to let him touch you. “It wasn’t like I wanted to go anyway.”

No, he would much rather be with his sweet girl, one that was being particularly difficult and making him suffer when all he wanted to do was hold you, to feel the warmth of your soft skin. 

He stepped into your personal space, his intoxicating scent almost making you give in. You counted to five in your head, eyes closed to remind yourself that you were, indeed, angry at him. 

“So? You got a phone, don’t you? You could’ve called me.” You huffed, eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a small pout, Logan had to hold back the urge to laugh at you. “You can’t disappear for a week and expect to come here and do as you please.” 

You shot him a sharp glare, he just stared at you, eyebrows raised in surprise at your sudden shot of confidence. His sweet girl was talking back to him? Giving him attitude? He tilted his head at you, almost as if to dare you to walk away from him.  

There was a bit of malice in your eyes as you gave him one last look before you walked away, thinking of what other useless chore you could add to continue his torture. But Logan had other thoughts in his head. If you weren’t going to behave, he would happily put you in your place. 

“Hey, c’mere or I’m gonna bring you here myself.” He called after you, the strings of his sanity hanging on by a thread, just waiting for you to tug at the last strand. He knew you too well. You turned your head, eyes big in feign innocence and you tilted your head at him in defiance. 

“Make me then.” The words left your mouth before you could think them through. In hindsight you should have known better, but you also wanted to see just what could happen if you pushed him hard enough. You saw the way his eyes flashed with malice, he stared you down, and in that moment you remembered just how small you were compared to him. “Oh fuck.” 

Your heart pounded in your chest as adrenaline rushed through you, but it wasn’t like you could go outrun him, especially not in your tiny apartment. He caught you, though he did purposely chase you into your living room, simply because he wanted to get you going, pumped with adrenaline. You squealed as he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you against his chest. His sharp canines nipped at that one spot on your neck that had you whimpering. 

“You goin’ somewhere, sugar?” He husked, his lips hot on your cheek. You couldn’t help but sigh in contentment, eyes closed. God, you missed him. 

“Mhm, still mad at you.” You mumbled, barely hanging on to your silly grudge. A chuckle rumbled in Logan’s chest. 

“That’s alright. I don’t need you to be happy with me to do what I want to do.” He inhaled, breathing your sweet scent, and he spoke as he threw you over his shoulder. “Just need you to look pretty while I do it.” 

You weren’t complaining about your position, you were in fact, bursting into giggles as he effortlessly carried you to the couch, though your giggles turned into another squeal when he smacked his hand flat against your ass. Logan had a grin on his lips as he tossed you on the couch, wasting no time in spreading your legs apart to settle between them.

He leaned down, gripping the armrest above your head, caging you in as he leaned down. He brushed his nose against yours, sighing softly.

“Don’t be such a brat. Kiss me.” The words rumbled in his chest with a groan, his primal needs overcoming his senses. He didn’t have to tell you twice. You laced your fingers in his hair, pulling into a hard and heated kiss.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth as he shrugged off his flannel, tossing it somewhere on the floor, his belt soon following the same fate. You tried to sit up against the armrest, but you quickly realized Logan had other plans deep in his perverted mind. With a hold of your ankle he dragged you down on the couch, your back flat on the surface as you looked up at him with big eyes.

“Stay just like that, pretty.” He spoke, pressing another heated kiss to your mouth before tugging off your sweatpants, followed by your panties. He tossed them somewhere over his shoulder, somewhere you would have to run around searching for later. But you couldn’t give a fuck about that. All you could focus on was the heat forming between your legs as Logan settled between them.

His eyes met with yours one last time before he was diving in between your warm thighs. His tongue licked long stripes from your hole up to your clit, circling around the sensitive nerve before going back down. Over and over until your soft gasps and sighs of pleasure turned into moans. His large hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open to do as he pleased. One leg hung over the back of the couch and the other was thrown over his shoulder, and he effortlessly held you down as he shoved his tongue into your cunt. He was like an animal, insatiable as he took you on his tongue.

“Oh fuck. Shit—Logan—” Your eyes rolled back, lips parted as you whined. You gripped the back of the couch, soft twitches taking over you each time his nose brushed your clit.

It was no secret that Logan found pleasure in giving you yours, and he ate you like it. Grunts and hums rumbled in his chest as his tongue found your clit again, and he reveled in the particularly high pitched cry you let out when he slipped two fingers into your wet core. 

“Needed to taste you so fuckin’ bad. I thought about it all week.” He spat into your clit, groaning at the way your tight walls squeezed his fingers. He could only imagine what you would do when it was his cock stretching your walls. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted, fingers lacing in his hair as he lapped at your clit. You wished you could hold your pleasure, rivet in it for just a little bit longer, but the way he curled his fingers against your most sensitive spot, the way his tongue was so relentless on your swollen clit, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh my—”

Your words never left your throat, chest pounding with sheer adrenaline as your release coated his face and fingers. It was sudden, it left you breathless as your thighs twitched with aftershock. Your eyes were wide and glossy in shock as you shuddered with the remnants of your orgasm. It wasn’t until you pathetically attempted to drag yourself away that Logan stopped. You were shaking, gasping softly when he pulled his fingers from you, but you all but cried when he licked at your wet pussy, getting a taste of you.

“Logan, please I can’t—” Your voice was shaky as you tried to move away from his face, he chuckled at you, pressing his face against your inner thigh before he crawled up to your face.

“‘Is okay. You did good.” He kissed your lips, his large hands holding your face as he let you taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned, clenching around nothing already in anticipation of him filling you. “You wanna stop?”

“No, no, no! Need you, please!” You were quick to protest, wrapping your legs around his waist to prevent him from going anywhere. You couldn’t really stop him from doing anything, but he found it endearing that you tried. He bumped his nose against yours, lips pulled up into a tiny smile.

“Need me where, hm?” He opened his eyes to look at you, and truly how he didn’t bend you over the nearest flat surface the second he saw you was beyond his comprehension. You looked so perfect like this, underneath him, clinging to him. His sweet girl. He didn’t know what it was about you, but from the moment he met you he was done for. You drove him absolutely mad and now he just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Inside me, Logan. Please.” You sighed out, face flushed with embarrassment. He smoothed out the frown lines on your forehead with a tiny kiss. A sweet gesture in comparison to what he was about to do to you.

In one swift motion he had you bent over the armrest, with your ass to him and your chest flat against the armrest. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you glanced over your shoulder to watch as he pulled off his white tank top. Your glazed eyes fawned over each perfect muscle in his body, taking particular interest in the veins that popped in his arm when he flexed them as he ridded himself of his jeans. How you ended up with a man so incredibly hot, you had no idea, but you were thanking the Gods for that.

“I need to be inside you, too.” He rasped into your ear, groaning in ecstasy as he sank himself into your needy cunt. Your jaw fell open he filled you, inch by inch. He pulled your t-shirt over your head, instantly attaching his lips to your shoulder as he rutted his hips against your ass. 

His pace was grueling from the start, grip tight on your hips, sure to leave bruises in the morning. A little reminder of his intoxicating presence. You braced yourself on the armrest, sounds of pleasure leaving your lips almost instantly. He pressed his forehead against your cheek, the thick hairs on his chest leaving a tingling sensation across your back as he held you flush against his chest. Heavy breaths filled your ears as you so desperately reached to touch him, any of him. Your trembling fingers found the sound of his face and he leaned his head to capture your parted lips into a messy kiss. He swallowed your sweet sounds as the sting of his cock had you squeezing the life out of him.

“This what you needed, hm? Maybe I should fuck sweet pussy more often? Give it more attention?” He grunted the words in your ears, lips pressed against your cheek as a sheen layer of sweat began to coat your soft skin. You whimpered and nodded weakly, your cunt clenching him with excitement. He smirked softly, his hand coming up to lace through your hair. “Yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweet girl?”

Logan held your face down as his hips drilled into you, each delicious drag of his cock bringing you closer and closer to your sweet release. God, you needed it. All you could do was moan in response.

“Y-yes! God, yes. Please Logan.” You whined out shamelessly, eyes rolled back into your head. Logan hummed, the sound rumbling in his chest as he pressed his lips to your temple, the gentle gesture ironic considering just what he was doing to you. He said nothing as he sneaked his free hand to the front of your body, rough fingers rubbing harsh circles on your sensitive clit. Your jaw fell open, your hand flying to grip his wrist. Your thighs clenched around his hand, whining as his cock  brushed that one spot that had you seeing white. “Logan—”

Your voice was a warning, but he welcomed it. He flicked his wrist without mercy as he rolled his hips, his words only encouraging you to fall apart for him.

“Come for me, pretty girl. You can do that, can’t you? I know you want to.” He let go of your hair to turn your head to meet his eager lips. He happily swallowed the pathetic sounds that left your mouth as he flicked at your clit, his cock hitting so impossibly deep you were left trembling as your release seeped around him. 

Logan held you down on his cock, his thumb playing with your clit until you were gasping and your nails dug into the skin of his wrist. He kissed along your jaw as his hips stilled for just a second, your body still shaking underneath him.

“You okay?” He asked softly, grabbing your face to look at him. You looked at him with hooded eyes and nodded weakly, barely lifting yourself off the couch.

“Yeah. ‘m okay.” 

Logan tilted his head at you, an eyebrow raised with amusement as he leaned down to leave a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“Perfect.”

He grabbed your hips, pulling out his cock to manhandle you onto your back before he was sinking himself into you again. Your slick walls welcomed him perfectly, like this was the only place he belonged, but he wasn’t complaining. If he could die, he would die happily buried deep in your cunt.

“Oh, God, Logan.” You gasped, thighs twitching as you looked down to find where his thick cock is filling you, splitting you open over and over. Your jaw fell open as you watched him grab one of your ankles and he held it up by his shoulder, spreading you open for him to dig himself deeper and deeper within you tight walls. 

“Look at me, baby.” He groaned, chest heavy as a thin layer of sweat covered his muscled body. You did your best to comply, you looked up, eyes blurry with tears of pleasure as he damn near folded your body in half. Your knees were pressed against your chest as he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. “Yes, there she is. My pretty girl. I missed you.” 

You couldn’t help but moan at his words, and also at the sting of his cock rapidly bringing you to your third release. The way he brought your legs to his shoulders, he sunk himself so deep within your walls you swore you felt him in your stomach. It felt so good you wanted to cry.

“Missed you too, Logan.” You brought your lips up to his, eyebrows furrowed into an expression of pure arousal as you gripped his hair, clinging to him for dear life.

Your release was quick and sudden, hitting you without a warning the second Logan pressed his thumb to your swollen clit. You were just so sensitive, tears staining your cheeks as you sobbed. You clutched on to his large bicep as you spilled around his cock. The way your tight walls squeeze him made him groan, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on chasing his own release while fucking you through your own.

“Look at you, you’re just so good for me. Fuck it, I’ll just take you with me next time.” Groans fell freely from his soft lips as he braced himself on the back of the couch with one hand, and the other held the armrest above your head. He leaned down to press his forehead against yours as your sweet praises and chants of his name filled his ears. 

The sound that rumbled in Logan’s chest was animalistic, a deep growl as he coated your insides with his hot release. The metallic sound of sharp claws filled your ears once more as his claws unsheathed themselves from his knuckles, one on the back of the couch and the other just above your head, again. You gasped his name with a soft laugh, though you would be lying if you said it didn’t drive you feral when his claws accidentally came out. You brought a hand to his face as he pulled his claws out of your couch, the sharp metal once again hiding themselves within his knuckles with a sound. He held himself up on his forearm as his head fell to your neck.

“I’ll pay for it.” He muttered a chuckle into your neck, leaving a soft kiss to your jaw. You laughed, draping a hand over your forehead, breathing in deeply as you felt your mixed releases seep around his cock and drip onto the couch. He should just buy you a new couch, he thought.

“Wanna buy me a new body while you’re at it?” You teased him, already sensing you would have bruises and your thighs would ache for days.

“Did I hurt you?” Concern filled his voice as he lifted his head to scan your face for any discomfort as his hand came up to graze the thigh draped over his waist. You scrunched up your nose at him and shook your head.

“Of course not hun. Don’t be silly.” You traced your fingers over his face and gave him a lopsided smile.

“I did miss you, for the record.” 

You pressed a kiss to his lips. “I missed you too Logan.”

“Lemme clean you up sugar.” He sneaked a kiss to your cheek as he untangled himself from you, much to your protest.

You whined at the emptiness he left you as he stood up. Though you did quite enjoy the sight of his perfect ass he walked off to find something to clean his mess with. When he came back, he had a small towel and he cleaned you without protest, he left warm kisses on your face as you talked to him about your day. He ultimately tossed the towel aside and slipped on his boxers, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his still hard cock, but you needed a break. You didn’t let him leave though, reaching to grab his wrist with soft eyes

“Wanna watch a movie? I miss watching movies with you.” You mumbled, voice soft as you looked at him with pleading eyes. He laughed softly at you, you made it sound like you hadn’t seen him in a month.

But, how could he ever say no to his sweet girl?

“Mhm, put on somethin’ .” He gently moved you so that he was lying behind you on the couch, his big arms wrapped around you as he held you against his chest. Though you were still completely naked, you paid no mind to it. It actually felt kinda nice to be so close to him and feel the warmth of his body in such an intimate way.

He covered you both with the throw blanket you always kept over the couch for days exactly like this, for those days you wanted to feel warm and close with him on the couch. He ignored the three holes where stuffing was coming out of the ripped fabric as he pulled the soft blanket up to your chest and as you happily settled in his arms, clicking away at the TV. He would buy you a new couch, just as he bought you new pillows, and new blankets. And anything you asked him to, really.

Logan wasn’t used to domestic, the soft touches, cuddling, but he liked doing it with you. He craved it actually, probably just as much as he craved the sex.

“Next time you’re away that long, just give me a call? Please? So that I’m not worried sick thinking you died.” You finally said, the whole reason for such intense feelings merely an hour ago finally surfacing. He laughed softly at how ridiculous you sounded. He technically can’t die, he thought.

“I wouldn’t.. I can’t…Y’know what? You’re right. I’m still getting used to this whole having a girl thing. But I'll do better, yeah? Don’t need you to be mad, sugar.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, settling his face on your neck as he attempted to pay attention to whatever horror movie you decided to watch today. “But if you’re gonna let me fuck you like that when you’re mad, get mad more often.” 

“Logan.” You scolded him, nudging his ribs softly as a warm blush coated your cheeks, knowing you wouldn’t hurt him, but it still made him chuckle. 

He had to admit, he lasted way longer than he did last time. He lasted almost halfway through the movie before the feeling of his cock sitting hot and heavy in his boxers became apparent to him again. He inhaled your scent softly, his lips ghosting over your neck as he rolled his hips softly against your ass. And while you did try to protest, whining that you wanted to get through one movie with him, the sting of his cock was better than any movie in this world. The credits rolled, the soundtrack now drowned out by the sound of your sweet moans. Logan would be damned if he let you leave the warmth of his body for even just one second tonight. Or maybe ever. 

[bunnis-monsters]

A bunny hybrid reader that notices a male fox hybrid following them and watching from a far. Naturally you get nervous cause foxes prey on bunnies! But it turns out he’s very shy and wants to court a cute chubby bunny but doesn’t know how to. Maybe he’s also a soft dom with praise kink? 🤭

NSFW

warning: chasing(slight predator/prey?), breeding, praise kink

You had felt eyes on you since the moment you entered the forest you usually collected herbs from. It wasn’t exactly unusual to feel watched considering many other hybrids called the forest home… but today it felt… different.

You spotted a fleck or red, the shade making your fight or flight kick in.

Instantly you began sprinting, dropping your basket and booking it back to your cabin. You didn’t dare turn around, your poor heart racing as your fluffy bunny ears picked up the sound of running behind you.

“W-wait!”

You cried out in fear at the sound of your pursuer calling for you to stop, shaking your head. “N-no, go away!”

You reached your home, quickly locking your door and peering out the peep hole as your fluffy cotton tail twitched nervously.

There was a fox hybrid outside on your porch, sniffing the air and rubbing his face against every surface he could… was he leaving his scent there for later?

“Please come out… I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to talk.”

This happened nearly every day for a month. The fox chased you, nearly running you over before you got into your cottage at the end of the day.

That was until you weren’t fast enough.

The fox had been studying the way you move, when you took the shortest of breaks to catch your breath, and when you quickened your pace again to get away. Bunnies were masters at escaping… but foxes were very smart.

You knew something was different this time. Call it instinct, call it just coincidence, but you noticed that he wasn’t running after you as fast as usual… and his eyes were following your every movement the entire time.

Like he already knew he was going to catch you… it was just a matter of time.

You were too slow as you turned a corner, slipping on some pine straw and crashing to the ground. In seconds he was on top of you, and all you could do was close your eyes and hoped he killed you quickly…

But his jaws never closed around your neck. After a few moments of silence, you opened your eyes to see him butting his head against you affectionately, his tail swaying behind him.

His eyes were half lidded, staring down at you with infatuation and adoration.

“I’ve finally got you, little bunny.”

He was absolutely glued to your side now, clinging tightly to you as you hesitantly made your way home. The fox seemed absolutely smitten, sometimes softly nipping at your fluffy ears or neck, startling you.

“So pretty… you smell so, so good…”

After dinner he curled up with you, his fluffy tail swaying as he kept rubbing his scent on your neck. Could he tell that you were close to your heat? Is that why he had become interested in you?

“I’ve wanted you for so long… you’re cute and just the softest thing I’ve ever seen… but it’s hard approaching a bunny when you’re a fox.”

Your cheeks heated up as he pressed against you, your cotton tail wagging furiously when his bulge rubbed against your clothed cunt.

It wasn’t long until your next heat cycle, and it was clear that he knew it too. He continued to purr as he grabbed hold of your hips, guiding your bunny cunt over his bulge slowly.

When you let out a stifled whine, he smiled, giving your soft bunny ear a nibble. “Mmm, that’s a good girl. You’re so soft and pretty, let me take care of you, sweetheart…”

Within seconds he had your panties off, his fingers stretching your whole. As they pumped in and out of you, his lips met yours in a needy kiss.

His tongue explores your mouth, entangling with yours. It was hard to think with all these new sensations…

“Come on, bunny… lemme see that pretty pussy of yours, hmm?”

You shyly opened your legs, and he moved to position his cock at your entrance. At this point you were whining and bucking your hips, ready to be mated.

It was reassuring when he held onto your hand as his cock sunk into your fat bunny cunt, his face burying itself into your neck.

“F-fuck, so good… god…”

His grip on your hips tightened, the soft flesh warm against his hand. He’d never had something so soft and cute underneath him… you were amazing…

It felt too good, his cock was rubbing and touching all of the best spots, making your clit throb. As soon as he noticed, he moved his hand to rub circles around your clit while he picked up speed.

As he fucked into you, whining into your neck, he said the cutest things.

“I love you… love you so much, so fucking pretty…” he blubbered, his teeth grazing against your neck before he bit you.

“G-gonna… gonna knock you up, okay? Gonna be my cute little mate…”

Those words had your walls fluttering around him, your toes curling as the two of you came together.

After coming down from your respective highs, he became a bit shy again, giving your cheek a tentative lick. “You did well, pretty girl…”

You simply butted your head against him affectionately, returning his soft purrs.

Now, you had a mate, a sweet one at that. You didn’t have to worry about other bunnies bothering you when a fox called your cottage home.

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