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[mybadmutt]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ she ﹒ black ﹒ minor — ♥︎

[mybadmutt]

the fact that now @/absdoll is stalking your blog and quoting the last ask i sent is so funny hjfdjeoi the obsession is real. these bitches will make it very evident they dont want minors interacting with their blog but will make sure to go out of their way to view a minors page and report whats on their blog to someone is so hypocritical and foolish

EXACTLY.

Because at the end of the day, why the FUCK are you stalking a MINORS page? If YOU don’t want ME to see YOUR shit, don’t look at MINE.

y’all are whole ass adults STALKING A MINOR, over some dumb ass shit.

Worry about your own blog, or go get a motherfucking job.

[mybadmutt]

that elsprincess bitch is so full of herself and her writing sucks😭 also did you notice how she has 18+ in her bio yet shes intentionally seeking out minors to interact with?

LITERALLY?

Like, ma’am. Go get a fucking job with your old ass??

[mybadmutt]

@angels4abby gagged that bitch so bad she blocked me❔

[mybadmutt]

She doesn’t even know who the fuck you are, first of all. Plus, it’s fucking minors DNI.

Not trying to be mean or anything, but, consider that she’s a fucking minor and wouldn’t interact with ANY of your posts.

@angels4abby blatantly copying my writing is soooo lame babe! just admit ur not talented and just unoriginal!

[mybadmutt]

Tribbing w/ Lara Croft!! ❤︎︎

She’s soooo sloppy and needy for it most of the time.

Since she’s always on expeditions, she rarely has time for any sex with you. But when she wants it, she wants it. Bad. She’s almost always the one on top. Feeling the need to control the roughness and rhythm of yours, and her own, hips.

She’s very, very vocal. Her moans and whimpers mingle with yours, along with the wet sounds of flesh-against-flesh.

She doesn’t settle for one orgasm, either. If it’s not five, or more, she doesn’t consider it a job well done.

She says the dirtiest things to you.

“You feel so fucking good, babe.”

“God, I just can’t get enough of this pussy.”

“I love how soft you are against me.. I could do this all night.”

But, also the sweetest!

“I missed you so fucking much.. My god.”

“Never getting tired of you, or your pussy.. Fuck-“

“I love you so much, missed you so much. ‘M gonna fuck you rotten.”

She’s very aggressive with you, your pussy.

She loves you a lot, and always wants to show you that through her sex, and aftercare!!

Lara’s aftercare has to be one of the best you’ve ever experienced. Like, ever.

She’ll do everything. She’ll cleaned you up, dress you (if you’re not sleeping naked), and change the sheets.

You’ll fall asleep in her arms, wrapped up in her warm embrace.

I need her SO bad. Christmas present when

[mybadmutt]

You should write about your big werewolf bf submitting to you and becoming your “pet” for the night LMAOOO 🙏🔥

I would literally love this hello 🦇

(sorry if it looks kinda rushed)

Big strong werewolf boyfriend who’s the alpha of his pack. Doesn’t take shit from any betas, nor omegas. The biggest werewolf you’ve ever even seen.

Big strong werewolf boyfriend who suddenly turns into a big puppy whenever you’re near. His tough, aggressive demeanor crumbles. And all he can do is stay by your side and practically beg for your attention. Whining, wagging his tail, and pawing at your hips. Even though he’s much, much bigger than you. He could easily crush you if needed, but why would he? You’re his beloved mate after all.

Big strong werewolf boyfriend who snaps at the other pack members when they merely lay on eyes on you. You’re his. He should be the only one able to get your love and affection.

Big strong werewolf boyfriend who suddenly comes to you with a collar and leash in hand, face flushed, and ears turned down in embarrassment. All he can mumble is, “could I be your pet for night?” You oblige, of course. Who wouldn’t? This is an offer you might not get ever again.

Big strong werewolf boyfriend who’s crying, writhing around on the sheets, wrists bound and cock still hard. He’s dizzy from overstimulation, but doesn’t dare stop you, it’s all too much for him, yet, he doesn’t want you to stop just yet.

Big strong werewolf boyfriend who’s wrists are worn, and his cock his swollen and soft, his vision blurry and his body aching. Only to praise you for how good you made him feel a few minutes.

Big strong werewolf boyfriend who happily lets you clean him off with a hot, wet rag, it soaks through his fur and gets on his skin, he likes it, most of the time. He lays there panting, looking up at you with the cutest puppy dog eyes in the world, just happy that you’re there for him.

Big strong werewolf boyfriend who now does this with you. Every. Single. Night. He just can’t get enough of it.

[mybadmutt]

could u write ellabs x reader? maybe the reader is dating them both and they get jealous bc some girl is flirting w the reader? maybe some fluffy after care at the end :)

YES 🦭

✦ | Cw; Dom!Abby/Ellie, Sub!Fem!Reader, Marking, Overstimulation, Mentions of blood, Multiple orgasms (?), Sorta fluff (?)

✦ | An; it’s SHORT (and maybe rushed) I’m sorry sowwy

"You're ours. Do you ever forget that," Abby growled, her fingers digging into the swell of your hips as she guided you along the length of Ellie's wet cunt, her own naked body pressed up against your back. You’d cum about three times by now, you mind has completely turned to mush, and all you can do is whimper and whine about how overstimulated you are. But you take what they’re giving you anyways.

Abby’s rough hands feel so good against your sweaty skin as you try to focus on the feeling of your pussy rubbing against Ellie’s, her sweet grunts and groans motivating you more despite the throbbing ache in your thighs.

“So pretty, sweet girl. Look so good on top of me,” Ellie groaned, letting Abby do the work for both of you, her legs quivering on your shoulders. You tell she was getting close by now, the subtle trembling of her legs, the occasional whimpers she let out, the way her back arched every time Abby pushed down a little bit too hard.

“Guys, please, I can’t—“

“You can, and you will,” Abby snarled, giving your ass a hard smack that’s definitely going to form a dark bruise later on. You really, and actually, couldn’t take this anymore. You’ve lost track of how many times you came tonight, your body was defiled in cum, sweet, and blood, and your body was burning for a break, aching even. Though, they wouldn’t stop, no. Not until every inch of your body and mind was branded in their marks.

After some time, Ellie finally came, about her second or third one this night. You whined and squirmed on top of her as her warm juices splashed against your swollen cunt, this also being the cause of your own orgasm. This left both you and Ellie breathless, Abby smirking as you admired how fucked-out you two looked.

“You think she’s had enough?” Ellie rasped, her hands smoothing down you quivering backside, easing the pain from the many, many marks that she’d left there. “Yeah, she’s good,” Abby responded, gently placing kisses on the back of your sweaty neck before dragging you off of Ellie and into her arms, carrying you into the bathroom for some much needed TLC.

“You did such a good job for us tonight, beautiful,” Abby praised, sitting you down on a towel on the counter and drenching a freshly cleaned washcloth in warm water, lathering it with soap and carefully slipping it over the curves and contours of your body, wary of the tiny wounds they may have left behind. The only thing you could really manage for her was a drowsy smile, your body gradually coming down from shaking as she deemed you clean enough as washed the soap off of your skin, wrapping you up in a fluffy pink towel, and carrying you back to your bedroom.

You were mostly sure you would find Ellie there, and you did. She looked like she’s already cleaned herself up as well as the bed.

“Come get in bed you two,” she hummed, patting the bed before she got into it herself, leaving the sheets pulled back so Abby could lay you down and tuck you in, making herself snug beside you, ultimately sandwiching you between the both of them. “Good night, princess. I love you,” Abby whispered, giving you and Ellie one last round of kisses before slowly drifting off into sleep. Leaving you and Ellie awake for a little while longer.

“Well, good night, I guess. Love you,” Ellie rasped, tenderly kissing your nose before falling asleep along with Abby, leaving you the last one awake.

Your eyes slowly began to flutter shut, body laying limply between the both of them, before remembering to utter your last words of love before drifting off into dreamland.

“Love you guys, too.. Good night.”

[mybadmutt]

⟢ | A good days work — Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

✦ | Synopsis; Abby’s not done plowing just yet

✦ | Cw; Country!Farmer!Abby, Strap usage (r!receiving), referring to her strap as her “cock”, public(?) sex, use of the word slut once.

✦ | An; might be rushed, sorry in advance 🦇

Warm summer breeze ruffled through your hair as you walked through the soft grass, blinding rays of sunlight beamed down onto your supple skin, causing you to squint your eyes from the shine it created. You found yourself going out to the farther fields, looking for you beloved wife, Abby.

“Baby? Baby!” You called out, smiling and waving once Abby came into view.

She’d been out in the fields plowing, her muscles flexing as she drove the tractor around, her brows furrowed deeply in concentration. Which was quickly broken. Her head whipped around once she heard you call, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Gimme a second, babe! I’ll be right there in a bit,” She shouted across the way, finishing the row she was doing and making to machine come to a stop, her hands falling from the steering wheel. She hopped out of her seat and walked her way over to you, breath heavy and slightly ragged.

“Hey, baby,” Abby purred, reaching out to gently grasp your hips once her was close enough, pulling you closer to her. “What’s my baby doin’ out ‘ere? Ain’t it too hot out for you?” She asked, not earning a fraction of a response.

Your eyes went wide as you took in her disheveled appearance. The small sheen of sweat in on her skin, her muscles flexing with each movement of her arms, her usual neat braid undid; all messy and frizzy, long, brown her cascading down her back.

And suddenly, you’re a mess in front of her.

“Baby?” Abby asked again, giving you hip a firm squeeze, pulling you from your lewd thoughts. Your eyes went wide with embarrassment, an even darker blush coloring your cheekbones as you averted your gaze from hers.

“Sorry, Abs, uhm.. W-What’d you ask me..?”

A lopsided smirk played on Abby’s lips as she noticed your flushed face, dragging her free hand up you body to grab your jaw, directing your gaze back up to hers. “I said, what’re you doin’ out ‘ere? Ain’t it too hot for ya? Don’t need my sugar melting in this heat,” she chuckled, slowly releasing your jaw from her grasp, letting it go back down to your hips.

“Or, did you come out ‘ere for somthin’ else? You’ve had your hands behind your back for a good bit.”

Your eyes lowered at her question, tearing your gaze away from hers as you took a small step back, the blush on your face somehow growing darker.

“Don’t be weird about this,” you sighed, moving your arms from behind your back and showing what and why you came out there. It was a seven inch, girthy, veiny, black dildo, already secured with a belt. Abby’s cheeks blossomed with a soft pink, her eyes widening slightly at the strap, you’re favorite strap.

“This what you came out ‘ere for, baby? Really?” Abby teased, nearly bursting out into laughter as she snatched the toy out of your trembling hands, examining it with care. “This what took ya so long to come out ‘ere? Musterin’ up some courage to come out ‘ere and ask me?”

She smirked proudly as she saw the embarrassment etching onto your features, securing her grip on your waist as she pulled you into a more secluded, grassier part of the field. She guided you to lay on the ground, setting the strap beside you as she settled on top of you, her powerful thighs caging you in place.

“Needy little thing, aren’t ya?” She rasped, bending over you and pressing her lips onto yours, her large, rough hands exploring every inch of your body. You writhed beneath her as her hands roamed freely around your figure, already working on getting rid of the sundress you wore.

“Abby, please,” you murmured against her lips, shuddering gently as the warm sunlight washed over your flushed skin, the soft light accentuating your enticing curves.

“Please what, baby? What’re you beggin’ for?”

Your eyes shone with desperation, not wanting to give her a verbal response, you spread your legs, showing off the wet patch on your panties, the damp outline of your lips painfully visible. Abby gave a deep groan in response, her hands coming down to spread your legs farther apart, the scent of your arousal filling her flared nostrils.

“Fuck,” she breathed, quickly discarding your dress to expose the lacy undergarments you chose to wear, her eyes darkening with desire at the sight. Her fingers worked to remove the thin pieces of fabric off your body, wanting to see you nude as soon as she could get you.

“Oh my, my, my.. You are fucking drenched down ‘ere, babe.” Abby muttered, nodded, discarding your laced panties and bra with your sundress, two of her large fingers spreading your lips apart. You wanted to die of embarrassment at her words, your thighs quivering as she stared at your throbbing entrance, just begging to be filled already.

“Please, Abby, please,” you begged again, practically in tears from how bad you wanted her to fuck your right now. “Please, baby, I need this, please, please.”

“Atta’ girl,” Abby moaned, grabbing onto the discarded strap-on and securing the belt around her hips and thighs, the leather tight on her work jeans. She reached out the snatch your hips, pulling you flush against the plastic cock and grinding it hard against your pussy. Her eyes focused on the wave your juices coated her length, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips.

“You ready for me, baby? Think I got this cock all nice ‘n wet in these juices of yours.”

“Mhm, ready. Please, hurry,” you rushed, mouth falling open as Abby promptly pushed her cock inside of you, your walls burning at the stretch. “Fuck, you look so good like this,” Abby growled, watching as your pussy lips stretched around the dildo, your legs caging around her hips, trying to force her to push deeper into you.

“Hold still,” she hissed, her fingers digging into the swell of your hips as she bottom out, her brows knit together in pure concentration. Slowly, she pulled out, leaving just the tip of her cock inside before slamming back into you, setting a rough pace from the get go. A dark grin spread on Abby’s lips as she heard your gasp, the pathetic, desperate look in your eyes giving her a twisted sense of satisfaction as she drilled into your weeping cunt.

The wet squelch of your pussy being fucked filled the surrounding area around you two, mingling with the sound of your moans, Abby’s grunts, and the heady scent of sex and sweat.

Your brows knitted together as Abby’s cock hit a certain spot inside of you, your back arching off the grass, and your arms wrapping around her broad shoulders, making Abby wish that she was fucking you with her cock for real.

“‘m close, Abby,” you cried, already feeling the familiar coil in you stomach, your lower body burning as her pace increased at your warning. “Already? Ain’t even been fifteen minutes, and you’re drunk on my cock like a slut.” You hid your face away from her once she said that, embarrassed at how easily she could make you fall apart under her touch.

“Ah-ah, no you fuckin’ don’t,” she snarled, yanking your arms away from your face and pinning them above your head, now grinding into you as a small punishment. “Gotta let me see that pretty face, baby. Unless you don’t wanna get fuck no more?”

Your immediately shook your head no, raising your hips up to silently beg her to start fucking you again. As much as you wanted to recognize how pathetic your actions clearly were, you were feeling too good to even think about it.

“That’s a good girl,” Abby drawled, starting back up again, making sure to hit your sweet spot over and over again, watching your body react without your permission. “Cum for me, baby. Wanna watch you,” she husked, her free hand coming down to roughly rub you swollen red clit, and hearing you cry out from the added layer of stimulation.

Your orgasm hit you like a bus, not able to give Abby a fraction of a warning as you squirted all over her cock, some of it spraying on her pelvis, and upper thighs. “Fuck, baby,” Abby chuckled breathily, gradually slowing down until her hips came to a stop, her hands gently running over you quivering stomach and thighs.

“Did such a good job, baby. I think—“ slowly, her eyes lowered, and her chest heaved as she watched you fuck yourself on her cock, even after she stopped thrusting in assumption that you needed a break after such an intense orgasm. Guess she was wrong.

“I want you,” you whimpered, still shakily rolling your hips against hers, your body sweaty and shaky. “Well,” Abby started, slowly pulling out of you, and flipping you onto your stomach, ass perked up in the air.

“Guess I’m not done with you just yet..”

[mybadmutt]

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[mybadmutt]

Gorey confession — John Doe x Reader

Synopsis; He just wants you to love him

Cw; murder, blood/gore, mutilation, mentions of a knife and axe, accepting reader, light make out

It’d been a tiring day at work, customers snapping at you left and right. It was Monday after all, but you didn’t deserve this treatment, not one bit. You were a good employee, always nice, always on time, always cleaning up the shop even though the manager told you not to.

You mindlessly swept the isles, getting ready for the next employee to take over your shift, as you had already shooed most of the customers out. You head swiveled at the sound of the doors bell, a sign someone had come into the shop.

You sighed, clearing your throat harshly before speaking up. “Welcome in! I’ll be with you shortly,” you shouted, going to the storage room to put away the cleaning equipment.

You stalked up to the front counter, feeling a lump rise in your throat at the odd appearance of your new customer.

They were short, fizzy, unkempt hair flowing down to the middle of their back, yellow eyes wide and unblinking, and an unusually large, toothy grin with different kinds of teeth spreading long across their face.

“How may I—“

“Hello, You.”

You tensed, the sudden interruption of your sentence catching you off guard, mostly due to the mental state you’d been in. You cleared your throat again, willing the person to speak again if they were going to.

“What’s your name?” They rumbled, barely visible black pupils now expanded greatly, taking up most of their sclera.

“It’s, uhm, [name]. What’s yours..?” You tried to return their somewhat friendly gesture, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. A small pause was put in between everytime you two interacted, but they soon responded.

“^}£]!%^{!..*¥,” you tensed, again. Fear rising in your chest at a rapid pace. But before you had a chance to question, they quickly fixed the situation.

“But, you can call me, John Doe. Or maybe just Doe, for short.”

You nodded quietly, opening your mouth to speak before they asked another question, this one having shivers runs down your spine.

“Are you free after work?” They asked, leaning over the counter towards you, causing you to take a small, cautious step back.

“Uhm, maybe,” you rushed, your head whipping around to the front door when the next employee walked in, relieving you from your shift. You sighed in relief, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned back towards the customer.

“My shift is over. . . sir. The next employee will be with you shortly.”

You rushed out from behind the counter, having already packed your bag before cleaning and assisting Doe. Creepily, he watched your every movement, his grin faltering as he watched you leave, before returning to his usual, unnervingly, joyful self.

You wanted to ignore the feeling of eyes watching you as you stalked down to the bus stop, showing no signs of Doe anywhere, as if he’d never even been real in the first place.

. . .

You could’ve sworn you felt someone watching you as you stepped into the shower, flinching as the overly hot warm splashed against your skin.

I didn’t turn it up this high, you thought.

You shook it off as a mere mishap, and bringing the water back to a more comfortable temperature. You inched closer to the shower head until it water was washing over your entire body, running down you face and clouding your vision. You grabbed the nearby bottle of soap, sighing at the citrusy scent of it as you popped the cap open, pouring a generous amount onto you hand, and beginning to lather up you body.

You stopped for a second, turning your head slowly towards the door at the sound of another door creaking open. Everything in your body told you to get out, to run, to call someone. But what would that even do? You’re naked, wet, you left that damned towel in your room, and your phone’s charging on the bedside table.

You felt completely and utterly helpless, and it really did bother you, the thought of someone breaking into your house.

“Is it that creep from earlier?” You asked aloud, washing away the remaining soap that clung to your body, slowly, quietly, turning off the shower.

You took a cautious step out, trying your hardest to keep silent as you stalked into your nearby bedroom, covering yourself just incase. You rushed to get dry and get dressed, so distracted that you didn’t even notice to growing stench of blood.

It hit you, the dizzying scent finally coming prominent. Your eyes went wide, tears gathering and clouding your vision as you tossed a sweater over your head, reaching for axe that you always kept hidden underneath your mattress.

“Come out you motherfucker,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. You held the axe steadily, raising it just above your shoulder as you stalked the long, dark hallways, ready for anyone who dare jump out at you.

You made it to the kitchen, nearly dropping you weapon at the sight in front of you.

It was Doe, gleefully holding the severed head of two barely recognizable customers from earlier, showcasing them as trophies to you. He was shaking, hard. It’s either been from fear or excitement. Probably excitement. His grin grew wider, tiny bits of organs and fresher threaded between his many rows of jagged teeth.

His stubby fingers threaded into the deceaseds head’s hair, blood covering every inch of his body, staining your beautifully tiled floors. You wanted—needed to run, he posed no harm to you. Not that you knew, of course.

“Please, don’t run,” he requested, eyes growing wider as he backed you up towards the wall, his body uncomfortably close to yours. He discarded the heads, his attention now solely fixated on you and how you’d react.

You stayed still, not wanting to comply, but he’d already taken the axe from you hand, tossing it behind the kitchen counter with a deafening thud. You begrudgingly looked over the counter, a soft tear sliding down your cheek at what you witnessed.

The bodies, that the heads had been chopped off of, were just behind the counter, mutilated and discarded. Their stomachs had been ripped open, organs displayed and neatly set aside, the sight making you want to throw up.

“Don’t look,” he urged, reaching up with one bloody hand to make you look away from the gore, more and more tears sliding down your cheeks, and looking into his unusually large eyes sure made it worse.

“Why?” You whispered, fearing of what he’d do to you based on the actions you made, so, you chose to stay still, silently hoping for the best.

“For you, of course!” Doe exclaimed, reaching up to oh so gently wipe your tears away, making you question his intentions. He touch was soft, caring even, as if not wanting to scare you away anymore then he already had.

“I don’t mean to frighten you, darling. I just couldn’t stand those people who were bothering you.” You could very clearly see the red hearts forming in his eyes, with seemed to shake the more and more he stared at you.

“Those customers. . .”

You eyes lowered to his, a faint, and oddly, appreciative smile gracing your lips. His false heart started beating rapidly, a dark blush coloring his pasty cheeks.

“S-So, you’re okay with it? You’re not going to run away, right? I just love, love, love you! I couldn’t stand those customers, they just—“

“Hush.”

You silenced Doe gently, pressing your finger to his lips before giving them a quick peck, your cheeks flushing as well. He whimpered against your lips, trying to deepen the kiss to his best ability. He had no experience, and it showed, not that you minded. The mutilated bodies had been completely forgotten by now, both of you caught up in the heat of the moment.

Short of breath, you broke away from the kiss, leaving him wanting—needing more. His hands trembled as he gripped onto the hem of your shirt, drool dribbling down his chin.

“Guess this settles it, yeah?” You panted, giving his lips another soft, lingering kiss before completely pulling away, your chest heaving with each heavy breath you took.

“Guess you should go now. Police are on the way.”

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Lazy Sundays — Dina x Fem!Reader

Synopsis; napping with dina

Cw; Modern tlou, light make out session, fluff

Warm sunlight seeped through the thin curtains, sounds of animals just outside the nearby bedroom window, rousing your from deep slumber. Your hands reached out to grab Dina’s waist, burying your face in the valley between her breasts to shield your face from the sunlight.

This woke her up as well, shifting against you as her brown eyes fluttered open, gazing down at you.

“Well, good morning, babe,” Dina hummed, leaning over you and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, her hands coming down to rest on your hips.

“Did you have a nice rest?” She asked, your lack of response making her giggle.

“Hey, I’m asking you a question!” She whisper-yelled, shoving your shoulder in a playful manner, which you sleepily groaned at. You writhed around in her grasp, removing your face from in between her breasts and nuzzling into her neck instead, your cool breath puffing onto her soft, supple skin.

“Sorry, baby.. I had nice sleep, you?” You soon responded, pressing an open-mouthed kiss onto her pulse point, eliciting a sweet little gasp from her.

“Mhm, it was great,” she sighed, tangling her legs with yours to pull you closer, rolling herself onto her back. She adjusted accordingly to your squirming, her slim hands resting on the small of your back.

“You’re moving too much, baby,” you groaned, pushing on her shoulder playfully, a pout forming on your lips.

“I need to get us comfortable, baby,” she replied.

You rolled your eyes, hard. Dina noticed this and gave a soft hum, her hands sliding up under your arms and pulling you up, your face mere centimeters away from hers.

“Would a kiss lift your mood?” She offered, her lips drawing back into a lop-sided smirk.

You eyes slowly shifted to meet hers, feigning shyness if she’d try to deny you once you answered her.

“Well, I mean, yeah. . .”

“Good,” she answered curtly, tenderly grasping your chin and closing the gap between you two, pressing her lips against your lazily.

You leaned into her, allowing your body to relax against hers, languidly kissing her back. Your hands slid their way up to her shoulders, gripping them weakly as her tongue pressed into your mouth, seconds before pulling away.

“Was that good enough for you, baby?” Dina panted, wiping away any residual saliva with her thumb.

“Yes, it was,” you yawned, wrapping your arms around her neck and falling back into place, body going limp once more.

“Baby?” Dina asked, nudging your right side gently, trying to see what you were doing.

“Sleep.”

Dina offered a soft hum, rolling her eyes at your lack of energy before rolling the both of you back into your earlier position, her legs tangling with yours once again.

“Have a nice nap, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

[mybadmutt]

I want to have rough lesbian sex with her.

[mybadmutt]

As sweet as can be — Dom!Power x Fem!Reader

Synopsis; Power wanted to eat you not the cookies 🎀

Cw; blood consumption, marking, multiple orgasms, pussydrunk!power, stuttery ass reader

An; first fic might be bad 🐺

“Babe!” Power called out, her voice echoing throughout your shared apartment.

She sighed heavily, lazily throwing her bag onto the couch, and kicking her work shoes off, hanging up the keys on a small rack. She walked down the hall, her eyes widening at the fresh, chocolatey smell of freshly baked cookies.

“Welcome home, bae,” you spoke, looking over your shoulder and smiling at her, a soft blush gracing your features. She hastily made her way over to you, her lips parting into a toothy grin as she hugged you from behind, her arms wrapping around your hips.

“What’s this?” She crooned, her orange eyes peeking over your shoulder, and gazing down at the cookies you made. Her grin grew wider as she noticed the shape of them, the little ears and whiskers obviously giving it away.

“Aren’t they adorable?” You giggled, leaning back into her as you plucked a cookie from the plate, tilting your head over and bringing it up to her lips. “They’re cats!”

She opened her mouth for you, allowing you to place the cookie in her tongue. She nuzzled her cheek against yours as she chewed and swallowed the baked treat, her lips drawing back into a sweet smile.

“They taste great!” She exclaimed, spinning you around and swooping you up in her arms, her face dangerously close to yours.

"They don't taste as good as you though," she purred, her eyes lowering as she ghosted her lips over yours, her demeanor completely changed. Her hand slid under your ass, supporting most of your weight as she carried you out and away from the kitchen, which you protested to.

"P-Power!" You exclaimed. "You can't just carry me away like this, I wanted to enjoy those cookies with you!" A small pout formed on your lips, clearly, obviously oblivious to what awaited you.

"I can do what I want, human!" She retorted, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. She continued her path down the short halls, silencing your irritating whining by pressing her lips onto yours, her fangs poking your bottom lip.

An embarrassingly deep haze of blush formed on your cheekbones, your body practically melting into hers as you almost immediately kissed her back, whining into her mouth. Her tongue pried open your lips, making room for it to slide in as she kicked open the bedroom door, a mark surely left behind from the sheer force of it.

She broke away from your kiss with a pant, her rough hands guiding you to lay down on the bed, your back flush against the plush, cotton sheets.

She wasted no time to undress you, her lips already heading to your neck as she kissed down the angle of your jaw.

Her nails damn near tore open your shirt, thankful that you weren't wearing a bra that evening. Her mouth started its attack on your neck, biting, kissing, licking, and sucking all over it, your skin blooming with dark bruises and deep bite marks.

Your skin was hot against her fingertips as she began to caress and knead your breasts, her mouth descending down to your collarbone, leaving bite marks and bruises behind there as well.

"Can I have a little blood?" She purred, running her tongue back up to your neck and caressing your pulse point, as if persuading you into saying yes.

"I guess, just be g-gentle," you sighed, tensing as her lips prepped you skin, soothing and softening. Once she deemed you ready, she prodding at your neck, before digging her fangs into your flesh, careful to be quick enough to not cause you too much pain.

You hands flew to her shoulders, gripping them tightly as she hungrily drank from your neck, her rough hands roaming all over your half-naked body, feeling you up.

Once she'd been satisfied with the pint she drank, she slowly pulled back, her tongue lavishing attention on the new wound, sealing it with her thick saliva.

"Thank you, sweetie," Power giggled, going back to focus on kissing down your body, even with your crimson blood drying on her lips.

She continued her way down your body, stopping at the valley between your breasts. Her mouth moved over to your left nipple, her plump lips enveloping it in a harsh suck, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. She swirled her tongue around it, her bloody fangs poking at your areola, her tongue coming around again to soothe the sting.

You hands found purchase in her long hair, threading your fingers to pull on it weakly, squirming beneath her as she switched over, aiming to give your right breast the same attention.

Once she had her fun with your breasts she licked her way down your stomach, tearing away every little piece of fabric that got in the way of her tasting your supple skin.

“P-Power! Those were my favorite shorts,” you whined, not really mad with that fact that she was striping you naked.

“I’ll get you some new ones,” she mumbled, her fingers curling under the waistband of your panties, and yanking them down. She flushed at the sight of your swollen, sopping cunt, her mouth nearly watering at the scent of it.

She barely wasted any time, licking a long, hard stripe up your pussy before prying open your sticky folds, her tongue eagerly lapping up any wetness she could get to. Her hands held your thighs apart, her nails leaving faint red marks behind if they dug into your flesh, keeping them in place as she ravenously feasted on your swollen cunt.

Her tongue swiped over your clit, her lips enveloping it in a wet kiss, her tongue lapping and flicking over it, causing it to swell with need.

“You like that?” Power asked, her voice muffled by your cunt.

All you could manage a whiny ‘mhm’, you legs straining back against her hands, wanting to wrap around her head. She noticed this and let go of your thighs, allowing you to envelope her head as you wanted, pushing her face deeper into your pussy.

Her tongue was like magic against your engorged folds, her teeth pressing on them as she stuffed her tongue inside your hole, the tip of it squirming to find your g-spot You gasped sharply as her long tongue caressed your sweet spot, her eyes now fallen shut as she mindlessly eats you out, her tongue buried deep inside your clenching hole.

“F-Feels good,” you whimper, your words slurring as she pulls her tongue from your sopping hole, the lower half of her face messy with your juices. She gave you a toothy smile, resuming her work on your pussy, now fully determined to make you cum.

Her tongue assaulted your clit, teasing, flicking, wrapping, swirling, and lapping at it, causing it to swell further from the stimulation.

You reached down to tug on her horns, a muffled moan vibrating into your pussy. She growled softly, letting you guide her mouth to where you felt the most pleasure as she continued to tease your nub, her hand moving down to spread your slickened folds apart.

“You like that?” You breathed out, satisfied with the muffled ‘mhm’ she responded with.

Soon, you felt the cool of your impending orgasm coiling in the deepest pit of your stomach, your hips squirming feebly against her face, searching for more of that deliciously agonizing pleasure she was giving you.

Her hands left your pussy, sliding up the undersides of you thighs to support them, her tongue driving deep into your pussy once again, filling you up deliciously.

The coil tightening in your stomach soon became all too much, causing you to squirt against her face without warning. Your juices absolutely drenched her face, her eyes squeezing shut as she sought to drink it all down, slurping and sucking on your pussy with fervor.

Even after you’d rode out your orgasm, her mouth stayed planted on your pussy, roughly fucking you with her lengthy tongue.

“P—Power! Power,” you cried, hips raising off the mattress and pushing back against her face, forcing her tongue deeper inside your warm, inviting cunt, her nails digging deep into the plush of your thighs.

“Just one more,” she groaned, openly moaning into your sensitive pussy, her tongue running repeatedly over your swollen folds, eager to pull another orgasm out of you.

It wasn’t too long before you were cumming again, your body going rigid and shuddering hard as you squirted all over her face, for the second time. You body shook as she carefully pulled away from your dripping, swollen, and overly sensitive cunt.

Her hands smoothed over your shaking thighs, taking place beside you, peppering gentle kisses all over your hopelessly flushed face.

“You taste amazing,” she praised, moving her lips up to yours, and gently making you taste yourself on her tongue, to which you happily accepted. You somehow flushed more at your tangy taste, your head beginning to feel dizzy as she broke away from the kiss, a small, thing string of saliva connecting your tongues.

“I guess you’re right,” you panted, wiping away the string and resting your head in the crook of her neck, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, with Power’s arms wrapped tightly around you.