#//growls barks whines purrs

[crystalflygeo]

I'm so horny for Neuvillette rn it's not even a joke I'm just dsvgcshdbvjkdnshjasvchjscbakh THERE IS SO MUCH GOOD SMUT OF THAT MAN SO MANY IDEAS HELP I'M GOING FERAL GOING INSANE

I just love how all the simps collectively decided/agreed that man eats pussy

[acapelladitty]

Captain Boomerang/Female Reader - PetPlay

Summary - Collared and kneeling, Digger is eager to show just how much of a pathetic and slobbering pup he truly is.

"Handsome little devil."

Offering the praise with a small smile, you glance down at Digger as he remains kneeling on all fours like a dog - his body as quick to follow instruction as it is to cause trouble which was definitely one of his most attractive traits. Naked as a babe, his tattooed frame splayed itself without shame – the auburn hair which scattered across his body looking unkempt, particularly around his cock where his pubic bush was in desperate need of a trim.

Surveying him like a prized hound, you lean forward in your chair as you tip the bottom of his chin up with your toe, forcing him to stare up at you from his submissive position.

"That said, it's weird to hear you shut the fuck up for so long. Hmm. Bark for me." You demand, pulling at his collar as you lean even further from your chair to loop your finger through the blue leather which sits tight around his throat.

He follows the demand instantly, his sharp barking being followed by a wolfish smile which showcases his teeth - slightly stained and crooked in places as he looks up at you expectantly, awaiting his praise for a job well done. Between his legs, his cock hangs hard and heavy - the mushroomed head shiny with pre-cum due to its continued denial. He loved this, loved being put in his place, and it was a role you were more than happy to fill for him as your cunt floods with your own arousal.

"Good boy." You purr, ruffling at his messy, russet hair with a casual hand. "Maybe you deserve a reward. What do you think?"

His body is quick in its attempt to rise, and you quickly stop him with your foot as you press down on his shoulder roughly to force him back to the floor.

"Tsk tsk. No rewards for a bad dog who tries to walk when he should be crawling. Stay on your knees and come here."

Heat flushes across his face, his crooked nose glinting due to the slight sweat which sits across the bridge of it.

"Oops." He whines, playing into his role as he bares his teeth with a playful edge.

"Crawl." You beckon him with a finger, spreading your thighs invitingly to show him the mess that he was responsible for. "And you can show me just what a slobbering pup you truly are as you enjoy your meal."

For a man on his knees, he makes some speed, and it catches you off guard as thick, calloused hands envelop your outer thighs and his fingers knead into the flesh there to secure a steady grip while his face buries itself in your aching cunt. The sudden onslaught of sensation is intense and your back arches off the back of the chair as his stubble scores its way along your inner thighs as his breath teases at your hole.

Without hesitation, he dives in and his tongue licks a sordid line up your slit - ensuring that not a single inch was neglected as his tongue brushes across your throbbing clit. The small bit of contact makes your thighs clench in his grip and you feel the chuckle of his amusement as he repeats the feat until you growl and pull him away due to the overstimulation.

It's a mess. His sloppy movements somehow possessing absolutely no finesse as he switches his attention between your hole, his tongue swirling and pushing into you as he tastes everything you have to offer, and your clit, his lips circling the ultra-sensitive bud and sucking it roughly into his mouth. Your hands are rough in his hair, pulling at the ruddy strands until he grunts in discomfort, but nothing seems to put him off as he drinks in your every moan like a starving man.

"Digger!" You cry out, toes curling in the air as you dig your heels into his exposed, heavily tattooed back. "Don't you fucking stop."

"Never, darlin'." A muffled response, one almost muted by your cunt as it remains roughly pressing into his face. "Y'know me, I eat like an animal. Caviar or cunt - it's all good for ol’ Digger."

Choosing to ignore that sentence, you jerk his head forwards to fully put his smart mouth to better use. Shuddering into his enthusiasm once again, you settle in for the long run as you know his stamina will see you a ruined, writhing mess before the session is out.

"And don't even think about pulling away until your lips are numb, and I can't remember how much of a fucking pain in my ass you are."

Blunt teeth threaten your most sensitive skin for a moment and the sheer cheek of him brings a smirk to your lips which is quick to disappear as he resumes his role as the most eager little hound in Gotham.

[hoffmanxfurthermore]

Stuck In Your Head

Mark Hoffman x gender neutral reader (no specifics on the readers' body parts. Y/i means your identity, so like good girl, good boy, good dragon, good whatever the reader identifies as lol)

Thanks to @slut4hoffman for the inspiration for this.

CONTENT: CNC(like hella cnc literally do not proceed if you're sensitive to this stuff), Mark being a dick, degradation, praise, violence(slapping, pushing), EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL

"Stop acting up. Behave yourself," Mark barked from across the room, having had enough of your shit. You'd been teasing him all day, just to piss him off, because you love his reaction.

"Make me," you giggle as you bite your lip.

"Say that to me again, and see what happens." He walks towards you, taking long strides, until he is standing in front of you.

"Ma-" you start but are interrupted when Mark shoves two fingers in your mouth.

"I've had it up to here with your fucking behaviour."

You gag as his fingers barely graze the back of your throat, and you tighten your lips around them as he slowly moves them in and out.

"I knew this would shut you the fuck up," Mark growls, grabbing your shoulder hard, forcing you down on your knees.

With his fingers still in your mouth, you reach a hand out to his belt. Mark pulls his fingers, dripping with saliva, out of your mouth and smacks your hand away.

"You haven't been good," he says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to your feet. His hand makes its way to the back of your neck and he grabs your hair hard, backing you up against the wall. You're trapped as he pushes his body against yours. You whine as he clamps his free hand over your mouth.

"When you're good, then you can have my cock."

You attempt to bite his hand, to which he responds by yanking your head back and smacking your face. He then grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him, his face an inch away from yours.

"Now... are you gonna be good for me?"

"Y.. yes..." You whisper.

"Good y/i."

He releases you and slowly walks away. But you're still feeling a bit bratty. You tip-toe up behind him and pull his hair.

He whips around and pushes you down to the hardwood floor.

"Fuck!" You yell as you hit the hard ground. Mark gets on top with his knees on either sides of you, and pins your wrists down.

"That's it! I'm so fucking sick of you!"

You squirm around underneath him, acting like you don't want him to take total control of your body. He smiles as you wiggle and writhe, feeling completely powerless against him.

"Mark... please..." You beg as he holds you down.

Mark moves your hands onto your chest, crossing your wrists and holding them down with one hand.

"You know how much i don't like it when you do that shit," he yells as his free hand fumbles with your pants. You moan in anticipation as he yanks down on the waistband, pulling them off, leaving you exposed.

He rips open the buttons of your shirt next, leaving you even more vulnerable.

"Is this what you wanted?" He growls, leaning down, his lips against your ear.

"Yes..." You gasp breathlessly.

Mark smiles. He always needs some form of validation from you. Otherwise, he isn't into it.

"Good y/i."

In one swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, pinning your hands behind you with one hand as he begins to undo his pants with the other.

You struggle beneath him but he's too strong. Kicking your legs, you manage to nail him in the lower back with your heel.

"Knock it off!" He yells, gripping you tighter. "Stay right there. Don't you move."

Mark stands up, pulling your pants the rest of the way off. You lie still on the floor, your hands behind your back, shaking in anticipation and excitement. As you feel your clothes stripped away, you hear Mark's clothes rustling as he undresses. Then he is back on top of you like he was before. His knees on the floor on either side of your thighs, leaving you unable to move your legs.

"You're so good for staying still," he purrs. You can feel his throbbing erection resting between your thighs. You're immediately needy for it.

"Are you gonna be a good y/i for me?" He asks.

"Yes.... yes Mark..." You whine in a low, almost whispering voice.

"Good..." Mark says softly as he presses the tip of his cock against your opening, slowly pushing inside, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"Oh god... fuck!" You wail, feeling his thick shaft stretching you as he slowly moves in and out.

"Fuck... you just get tighter every time..." Mark groans, gripping your wrists tighter, moving faster, deeper.

"Maaaark!" You whine, struggling against his grip. Your body twitches, you can already feel yourself starting to get close....

He yanks your head up by your hair.

"Shut up," he barks, "shut up or I'm not gonna let you cum."

Obeying him, you keep quiet as his skin smacks against yours and you feel the orgasm slowly creeping up. Your whole body is tingling with pleasure as you struggle not to make noise.

Mark picks up speed, sending you over the edge. He groans as he feels you clench around him, your whole body shaking, you gasping for breath.

"Fuck..." he grunts as he releases himself deep inside you, filling you up.

Standing up, he pulls you to your feet. Your legs shake as you feel his warm seed dripping out of you, down your thighs. Mark grips your wrists tightly.

"Now.. don't piss me off again," he says in a low but firm voice.

Releasing his tight grip on you, he turns and walks away, turning around to smile at you for a second as he walks out.

[pupsmailbox]

FOX ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　aiden. ajax. amber. arbusto. auburn. bark. baya. bella. berrian. blanc. blanche. blanchette. bosque. briar. bush. bushette. buster. byakko. caelus. cameron. canidae. canis. cedar. chepi. christel. cinnamon. claud. claudia. claw. clawette. corsac. crimson. dash. eris. faux. fennec. fern. flannery. fluffers. fluffy. forest. fox. foxen. foxette foxette. foxian. foxie. foxsse. foxy. frost. frostette. frostine. ginger. grim. harlow. hiver. holly. hunter. invierno. james. jamie. kit. lily. maple. mary. mischiefesse. mischiefette. neige. nevada. nieve. nixie. noir. patches. paw. pawer. pawette. pawie. powder. red. redd. rena. renard. reynard. rita. rogue. rojo. rouge. rougette. rufus. russ. rust. rustesse. rustette. ruston. rusty. scarlett. scout. sly. snow. snowball. snowbelle. snowy. socks. softse. sox. tawny. tod. todd. velox. vivi. vivienne. vix. vixen. vixenne. vulpa. vulpes. vulpine. vulpus. vuvu. whisp. winter. yako. yap. yappy. yip. yippers. zorro.

PRONOUNS ⌇　ae/aem. artic/artic. bark/bark. berry/berry. bite/bite. blanc/blanc. burrow/burrow. can/canid. can/canine. canid/canid. canidae/canidae. caninae/caninae. canine/canine. chew/chew. chomp/chomp. claw/claw. climb/climb. den/den. dig/dig. fang/fang. fast/fast. fennec/fennec. fi/fer. floof/floof. fluff/fluff. fluff/fluffer. forest/forest. fox/fox. frost/frost. fur/fur. fwu/fwu. grr/grr. gnaw/gnaw. gray/gray. growl/grow. growl/growl. hide/hide. hide/hider. howl/howl. hunt/hunt. hunt/hunter. ice/ice. jump/jump. kit/kit. leap/leap. mischief/mischief. nib/nib. nibble/nibble. noir/noir. nom/nom. nussle/nussle. orange/orange. pad/pad. paw/pad. paw/paw. pawpad/pawpad. pelt/pelt. pounce/pounce. prowl/prowl. puff/puff. pup/pup. purr/purr. quick/quick. rabbit/rabbit. red/red. scream/scream. silver/silver. sly/fox. sly/sly. sneak/sneak. sneak/sneaky. sneaky/sneaky. sno/snow. snout/snout. snow/snow. soft/soft. spirit/spirit. swift/swift. tail/tail. trick/trick. trot/trot. twitch/twitche. vix/vix. vix/vixen. vulp/vulp. vulp/vulpine. vulpine/vulpine. wag/wag. whine/whine. white/white. wild/wild. winter/winter. woof/woof. yap/yap. yelp/yelp. yip/yap. yip/yip. yop/yop. zoom/zoomie. ⛰️ . 🌲 . 🌿 . 🍁 . 🍂 . 🐾 . 🥩 . 🦊 . 🦴 . 🧡 .

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Sihtric fucking you on your period

"Don't." You push your husband's hand away. "Why not?" Sihtric asks. "I'm on my blood." You reply. "Has that ever stopped me before?" He purrs. You flush a little and shake your head. "And I won't let it stop me now." He rumbles. He puts his hand up your skirts again, deftly seeking out your cunt. "But Sihtric, I have cramps." You whine softly. "I am sure a good humping will fix that." Sihtric smirks.

He parts your folds and swiftly seeks out your clit. His finger circles the center of your pleasure, not caressing it for true just yet. "Come onm ease into it." He murmurs, his lips wandering along your neck. You whimper softly. "Very good, relax." Sihtric purrs. He nips your ear and taps gently on your clit. You can't help a soft squeal. "Nice, isn't it?" he chuckles warmly. His lips move along the column of your neck, adding to your pleasure. You moan sweetly, rocking into his touch. "There we go." Sihtric encourages you.

He pushes a finger into you and you whine. "Hmm, I want to hump you." He growls, nipping at your neck. You whine in reply. "Yes, you want it to. Let me massage the cramps out of your womb." He sucks the lobe of your ear. He pushes in a second finger, angling towards the perfect spot inside you. Some blood dribbles down his wrist.

"Put an old fur on the bed." You tell him. "Yes my lady." Sihtric pulls his fingers out of you. You whine at the loss. He obeys your request and then picks you up to lay you down. "Sihtric, my dress!" You tell him harshly. "You have plenty dresses." He lays you down and rucks up your skirt. "I am going to hump you now." He unlaces his breeches and fishes his cock from the confines of smooth leather.

"Open those legs, wife." He growls. His dual coloured eyes are dark with greed and he grabs you by one knee. You oblige, letting your bloodstained thighs fall open. "My my, even like this, you are the most desirable woman I have ever seen." Your husband purrs.

He wastes no more time in lining up.

Swiftly he pushes into you. "Oh!" You cry out for him. He grunts back at you. "Good as ever." He growls. "Oh shush." You hiss. "Never, I will never tire of humping you." Sihtric murmurs hotly. And Gods does he hump you. He cares not a wit for your moon's blood staining his cock, balls and thighs. He humps you without holding back. You forget the cramps and the unsanitary feeling. You surrender to the pleasure when he puts a hand between your pelvis and his own and begins to rub at your clit. You moan loudly.

"Cum for me." Sihtric barks.

Your body obliges the rhythm of his cock and the rub of his fingers. He doesn't even need to say it. You cum all over his cock. "There's my good woman." Sihtric growls hotly.

[mostlyghostlyy]

Do you think Dale would like it if his s/o had a lot of piercings and or tattoos?

I'd like to think that Dale has at least one tattoo.

I mean, as the old Rockstar he is, he's bound to have one or two. We didn't get a good chance to glimpse his arms, as they were constantly covered.(Damn shame because I'm a huge arm person. woof woof bark bark), but I wholeheartedly think he has a sleeve on one arm, if not both. I also would think that he has/had his ears pierced at one point.

So I think yes, he would enjoy a little body modification in that form. Tattoos I think he'd love ogling over. Twisting and turning your arms in his hand to get a better look at the craftsmanship behind them. He's the type of person to ask you about the meaning behind each one, and if it hurt a lot to get it done. Loves exploring your body and finding new landmarks. Whenever you're cuddling together, he's running his fingers over your tattoos. Tracing the line art with his finger gently.

I bet this bitch absolutely LOVES tramp stamps. Any lower body tattoo sends him into a feverish flurry of barks and growls. You just know he pulls the back of your pants down to peek in public. Slotting his index and middle finger in-between the fabric and skin and rubbing harshly at the ink. Cooing about how sexy you look with the marking portrayed for the community.

He'll insist on getting matching tattoos. Maybe something that will declare his dominance as your lover. Although he'd settle for something simple and cute if that's more your style. I think he'd want you to get his name tattooed, and he'd get yours tattooed. Almost like a pact in a way, sorta seals the deal. Maybe he'd write out a little custom note written in his cypher. Batting puppy dog eyes while he begs you to get it etched into your skin. “It will be romantic, Angel” he purrs, placing a hand above your breast, “I want it riiiiiiiggghhht, here.” (I'd still decode and proofread it first)

Piercings I know he'd also find hot. Especially ones in more intimate areas. Something particularly arousing to pull you around with a single tug of a tiny metal trinket. The pull and leniency of the skin. Knowing that if he yanks just a little rougher, your flesh will tear and bleed. It's tempting after all.

Nipple piercings are by far his favorite. Twisting the ring or stud just until you cry out or whine in pain. Watching as the skin flushes red from the abuse. Cooing apologies he'll take your wounded breast into his mouth and suck it gently. Mouth lolling around the metal bead, flicking it with his tongue. He has no apprehension. Settling down with him, he can't help himself. His hand always finding its way up your shirt, toying with the piercing almost mindlessly.

Belly button piercings are very similar to the one mentioned before. He loves the long dangly jewelry. Drives him insane when you walk around in a short shirt, stomach freely exposed to his wandering eyes. Suddenly he's kneeling in front of you, pulling at the site trying to expose your bellybutton so he can sink his tongue into it. Thrusting it in and out as if he's eating your pussy out. I think he loves to facefuck your navel, lapping at your hole until its nice and wet. Probably insists on shoving his fingers into your navel whenever he feels like it, playing with the jewelry that crowns it.

Tongue piercings he'd love too. The warm wet muscle contradicted by a solid metal stud runs unknown sensation through his body whenever you kiss or lick him. Press it into him whenever you're giving him neck kisses and he'll buck into you. Give him oral and he's loosing his grip when he feels the bead roll back and forth over his cock.

[auspicioustidings]

Breeding w/ Soap

-your wife 🫶

"Beautiful boy" Rudy mumbled.

Alejandro had to agree with his pack mate. They were a two alpha pack (although at one time perhaps they had thought they might have a third, a female alpha with a kink for chaos and beautiful brown eyes) and had never dreamed of this scenario. The omega of the 141 pack presenting for them, sunken into the nest he had made in their home, his hole twitching at Rudy's praise and his back stretched deliciously for them to see every muscle with his face pressed to Ghost's mask.

"Are you sure?" Ale asked, hesitantly crouching over and running his hand through Soap's hair, earning a purr which went straight to his dick.

" 'course I'm sure. You've saved my pack's lives more than once, we want tae dae this for ye. And Price disnae have much love of having a pup, but he is desperate tae see me swell with one. Gaz says when his sister was pregnant she was barely oot her nest, always gaggin' for her alphas."

Ale about held it together, but Rudy couldn't hold back the bark of laughter. It was so very like the 141 one to go this far for one of their Captain's passing fancies. And it was very telling of Soap's own desire to spend 9 months getting his soul fucked out that when he spoke about it slick started drooling out of his hole. Ale being crouched by his head couldn't see it, but fuck could he smell it. Weirdest omega scent in the world, the smell of gun oil, engine grease and fire.

"Did your alpha explain what we needed?" Ale asked.

"Just said ye wanted a pup. Think I ken how it works Ale."

"We want the pup to be ours."

"Aye."

"Both of ours."

"Should think so."

"Ale is trying to ask if you can take both our knots at once Soap" Rudy said, too hard now to watch Ale take so long talking about this.

The burst of scent and slick was too much. Rudy groaned long and low, finding himself buried in Soap's cunt to the root before he had even realised he had moved. It was so wet, so hot and tight. There was nothing like omega slick, nothing like an omega pussy strangling his cock. He was going to tear this creature apart, sink his cock so deep in him that it would fundamentally change him.

He didn't know how long he had been hammering into Soap when Ale's barked order finally had him slowing.

"Enough Sergeant! You knot him without me and I'll whip your ass raw!"

Not stop then. He could accept that. He could wait, help Ale get situated beneath the squirming and whining omega so he could start pressing in beside him. Soap bit into Ale's peck, not a claiming bite, but one meant to try and muffle the keening noises that were spilling from him.

The stretch was unlike anything he had ever known. Why hadn't they done this before? Fuck when he was back home the first thing he was doing was getting on his knees and begging his alphas to fuck his cunt at the same time. Could he take all three of them in his arse? Three knots tearing him apart while he'd no doubt be straining against the cage on his own cock (because anytime they tried something exciting and new Ghost would lock it on him and revel in how he cried over it).

The idea was hot sure, but as Ale growled and pushed past the resistance he thought he was going to fucking die at the stretch. Fuck. His poor pussy would be gaping forever.

"Fuuuck Ale, his ass is trying to suck me in. Mierda, I can feel you throbbing" Rudy moaned, hips pistoning.

"You can take it can't you omega? You're a good boy who's going to take our knots hm?"

Soap didn't even have the energy to bite anymore, instead just laying limp against Ale and drooling on his chest. He was a good boy, a good omega, the best.

"Ye'll tell my alphas?"

"Yes sweet boy, we'll tell them how good you were" Rudy purred, moving one hand from Soap's hip to pet his hair and delighting at how he tightened up at the praise.

No doubt his pack made him earn praises, but it wasn't their style. Ale and Rudy loved pampering him, loved how easy it was to make him melt and tighten and slick for them with just a few words of adoration. Poor thing, they shouldn't spoil him too much or Ghost would have a field day with him when he got home. Although maybe that was the idea.

"W-want it! Gie me knots! Both of them! Fuck it's so much."

"Shh carino, you just sit pretty and let us take care of you. Let us give that pretty pussy what it needs" Ale said.

And then they let him fucking have it. It hadn't felt like they had been holding back before, but Soap suddenly felt like their cocks were tearing a hole straight through to his fucking womb and trying to settle in his guts. He could barely breathe, just having to sob and whine and try gulp in oxygen while they ruined him.

And then he felt the hard knots of them pressing for entry. The pressure broke, their knots pushed inside and Soap came harder than he ever had in his life.

"Good boy, fucking good boy" Rudy growled, straining as his knot locked in jammed next to Ale's and they both drowned Soap with their cum.

He collapsed on Soap's back, glad that they were pupping a male omega and not some soft female who he'd have to be careful not to crush.

"Did so well Soap, fuck you took us so well."

"I'd save your breath Rudy, he's out" Ale chuckled.

Rudy shifted and looked to find that Soap was, in fact, fully out. For a moment he was worried before Soap gave a small contented chuff, mumbled something about puppies and then started purring up a storm.

Beautiful fucking boy.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere headcanons of pet-hybrids

Request(ed?): No! Got this idea from @yonderly-alamort , love your writing <33 (please check her out, she's so cool!!)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, underwear stealing (hinted at it), slight nsfw! - minors dni!!!!!

Authors note: this is mostly pointed at neko-hybrids but I tried to keep it as others!

Your hybrid tends to be gentle, kind, and comfortable with you: always rubbing against your leg, looking at you with such adoration, and purring like a train. They are never too hard when playing, trying to never puncture your hands when playing with the toys you gave them.

Your hybrid always listens to you, making sure that the house is somewhat clean when you get home: the laundry is put up, the dishes are washed, and your favorite underwear has disappeared. But, it happens! You misplace your clothes all the time!

Your hybrid is very possessive of you, but not that you can blame them! No, of course not. They were left to starve and die when they were just little ones, so whenever they beg you to stay home, growl when they smell newcomers on you, and try to rub their scent on you is to only make you understand that you mean a lot to them!

Whenever you leave the house, your hybrid tries to follow you, and tag along when your friends and you go to the mall. They'll act nice! They'll pretend to be a service animal, help to your health. If you need them, please allow them to tag along!

Your hybrid loves when you compliment them, let alone when you praise them for doing a good job keeping the house clean! It never fails to make them whine!

Your hybrid always humps your pillow(s) when you're gone. It frustrates them! Why leave them? Don't you understand you need them, be around them so they can protect you? Gosh, if only they could mark you.

Your hybrid who smells you 24/7, always making sure to breath in your scent that's so addictive. Whenever you leave, they make sure to wear your clothing, surely stretching it out but you always forgive them, not with those cute doe eyes.

Eating with your hybrid is a bit difficult. They always tend to beg for your food, wanting to eat off your utensil and lick or slurp up from your left-over salvia. But, at times, will they be nice and cook for you; even though it comes off bad, they always insist on you eating it, commenting that they added a secret ingredient.

Your hybrid hisses, barks, and have its back arch whenever they smell someone else on you; whining that they are the only one to scent you with its smell.

At night, they always observe you, licking their lips, imagining kissing you and marking you theirs: slurping your juices as you pull on their hair and ears, making your hybrid whine and purr.

If only you could be theirs! Like how your hybrid is yours, why won't you let them?

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[formula1fanfiction]

Charles Leclerc / Pierre Gasly

Title: Have you been here my whole life?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Pierre Gasly

Characters: Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly

Prompt: Pierre x Charles(ABO) Omega Pierre

Charles groans as the cold water pounds down on him, he had come into Pierre's room like he always does on race day, what he didn't expect was the overwhelming scent of an omega in heat smashing him in the face.

It's not that he didn't know, he's known Pierre basically all his life, he was there when Pierre presented, held him while cried, that his career is over. He just thought maybe Pierre would at least pre warn him.          

Charles stares at his hard, aching cock, like just glaring at it, will make it go down. He's already been in here ages, Pierre will think he's fallen down the drain or something. He can't go back out there, what will Pierre think? Charles has been in love with omega for years and he's quite sure Pierre feels the same way, but it's something they've never spoken about.

He's got no choice but to jerk off, he wraps his hand around his shaft and tries to think about anything but Pierre, pretty brunettes that he's fucked, other horny wet omega's... Images of Pierre bent over, begging for his knot keeps flashing up in his brain.

"Fuck." He can't help it, Pierre just won't leave his thoughts, Charles roughly bending him over, while fucking into him hard, Pierre withering and moaning while begging for his knot, while Charles bites down hard on his mating gland, making Pierre his omega.   

Charles comes pretty quickly after that, he shouts out Pierre’s name as he comes spurting his seed onto the wet tiles, and watching as the milky white release, washes down the train, while Charles tries to get his breathing under control.

"You called, Charles?" Pierre pops his head around the door, he's shirtless, his hair plastered to his forehead thanks to the sweat from his heat. How the fuck did Charles manages to scream his name so loud, his brain works over time just trying to think of an excuse.

"Oooh, you're knot is so big." Charles still hasn't managed to come up with an excuse, but a now very naked Pierre walks into the bathroom. "I bet it would feel so great inside of me." Pierre goes to touch, but Charles slaps his hand away.

"No, Pierre, you don't know what you are saying." Charles tilts Pierre's head and looks into his eyes, which are completely glazed over, the heat having fully taken over now. "I know that I want you, please Charles." Pierre takes Charles by the hand and guides towards his entrance, it's dripping wet. "I want you so bad."

"It's just the heat talking, P." As badly as he wants this, he needs to put Pierre's needs before his own. Pierre shakes his head, frowning. “No Charles, I have wanted you for so long, you know that." Charles keeps shaking his head, trying to get as far away from Pierre as possible before his alpha instincts take over. "Please Charles, I need you inside of me."

“I don’t want to take advantage of you Pierre.” Charles barks out, trying to push Pierre away from him, but the omega seems to have other ideas and backs Charles up into the corner of the shower. “But Pierre, what if I knot you-” Charles swallows, losing himself in those gorgeous blue eyes. “And you get pregnant.”

Pierre laughs, and honestly he sounds insane. "Please, I would love your pups inside of me, please Charles,  please, please, please." Why the fuck did he think mentioning pregnancy to an omega in heat was a good idea? He's so stupid sometimes.  

"I want you badly, Charles." Pierre whines, Charles alpha instincts are screaming at him for ignoring an omega in heat, whose ever so nicely begging. "I've been so horny and wet all day, then you show with your massive knot and do nothing about it."

Charles just can’t take Pierre, and his needy omega behaviour anymore, and slams him up against the glass of the shower cubicle. Pierre purrs approvingly and lets his legs fall apart, Charles growls’ placing a hand on either one of Pierre’s thighs. "You're so wet baby, my poor little omega really needs an alpha's knot so badly?" Pierre nods. "Only your knot Charles, I've wanted you inside of me for so long now."  

"I'm ready Charles, please just fuck me already." Charles holds Pierre's hips tightly and nudges the head of his cock against his dripping entrance, then slams inside with one swift move. He slides inside so easily, Pierre's slick creating the perfect pathway for him. "Come on, please Charles." Pierre begs, and Charles doesn't even try and hold back now and fucks into the omega with a brutal force.

"Mine, all mine Pierre." Charles growls, pushing his face into Pierre's neck and inhaling his delicious scent. Charles angles his thrusts and hits Pierre's prostate, causing him to mewl in pleasure. “Now i’ve got you, i’m never letting you go.” Charles pants in between hard thrusts, continuing to build his speed until he's fucking into Pierre with all his might, smashing into his prostate with every thrust.  

"yes, Alpha, yes." Pierre screams out as he comes, spilling his load over his own and Charles' stomach. “Mine, mine, mine.” Charles hisses, as he feels his knot start to form. "Fuck, i'm going to knot you, Pierre and then you really will be all mine." Charles growls, and with one more hard thrust he's knotting Pierre, connecting them together. The omega keeps purring in pleasure.

"Are you fine, Pierre?" Charles kisses Pierre on the forehead, he doesn't feel as hot now and he's coming back to his normal self, at least until round two starts. “Why did I let you knot me here.” Pierre grunts, using the glass of the shower to keep himself up right.

"Sorry." Charles chuckles. "It usually takes about twenty minutes to pop. Pierre nods. "Well just for that, I hope you're committed to spending the rest of my heat with me." Charles smiles, he can't be happier about that. "How many rounds does it usually take?"

Pierre is smiling again, there is a michvious gleam to it. "Only six or seven."

[lifenconcepts]

small little intro and I give a tutorial on how to bark for anyone that needs it :3

fun fact! The constricting your throat does when you hiccup is a great way to bark! Why? Oh because I’ve accidentally barked so many times by hiccuping mid-sentence.

It’s also a thing of habit. If you practice it enough times, it comes without even thinking about it.

Most ways of writing animal noises don’t get things all that accurate, yeah the cat goes “meow” - we understand, but usually it’s always more gutteral and focuses on certain words or letters more than text could explain (well, maybe with languages which have accents on letters could get it right but they still write animal noises like words).

A bark would more likely be an “ARV!” Or “arf!” Than a ‘bark’, have you ever heard a dog casually say bark? No, but you have heard “uip, awf, wuv/wuf, haf,” etc. like I said, these don’t translate through text easily. but where I’m going with this is that often times you need not to focus on what you expect an animal to sound like but rather the sounds that make up it. Although, for me atleast, it comes more automatically. But if you’re learning you can always just experiment by combining different sounds you can make until you get something animalistic!

or, best of all, simply look at recordings and mimic the creature.

Personally, I’d say a good way to learn how to make a realistic bark is first what sort of bark your going for and your vocal range, which you could just try make the highest noise you can and lowest noise you can, a growl, a whimper, and something resembling a bark, listen through or just make mental notes, and go from that.

Then, practice expelling air sharply through your lungs, it’s what helps make that “aaRF!” effect, rather than just seeming like you’re saying the word. Best of all is to use the letter “A” and combine it with an F/V/R noise as they’re the most canine sounding and seem rough, if you’re going for something gentler or sweet then U/O/W may be your friend! Some combinations you can try which are pretty much the basics are, as mentioned prior, “arv/arf”, “wuf”, “Arhf” (to make it more breathy), “Rkuf” gives it a trill, if you get what I mean.., “Eip/yip/eup” to make a small dog yap.

if you need, I could supply you with how I pronounce those specific sounds. Can’t say I’m the best at them but I have done them since I was about five so I know what I’m tapping about.

I also suggest learning to roll your R-s as it’s a great way to be able to growl/purr! Also no clue how to explain it but.. if you know how to make a whine/high pitch sound, kudos to you! It’s something apparently not all can do and is pretty much just how well you can control your vocal chords. Silly stuff, ain’t it?

Some won’t be able to just immediately know how to make certain noises and that’s okay! Keep trying and I’m sure you’ll do great :) oh, and good luck!!

[themalevolentkitchen]

Call Me Babydoll

✨Content 18+ - MDNI - Minors Don't Interact✨

Genre: Smut with Toji Fushiguro x Vulva Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Jumps right in, swearing, finger kink, pet names, breath play, restriction (you could say heavenly), unprotected sex

Summary: Toji likes to fold you. And that fucking smile of his feels delicious.

Inspired Track: Babydoll (speed) by Ari Abdul

Word count: 603 words

Notes: I haven’t written anything in YEARS so fingers crossed you like this. Enjoy

All rights reserved © TheMalevolentKitchen

Notice: Mature Content. Over 18s only.

Published on AO3

✨Content 18+ - MDNI - Minors Don't Interact✨

It’s relentless.

You’re fully exposed. Ass up and folded. Moulded to his desire.

Your head is buried in the pillow, trying desperately to handle the heat radiating between the two of you. Failing to muffle the delicious whines that flow from your lips. A melody that matches the rhythm against your ass.

The room is filled with lewd noises.

The sheer pounding of skin-on-skin contact - his mound against your dripping arousal - blends seamlessly with the sounds from your lips. His grip is tight, pulling you back to meet him half-way, eager to not lose this drumbeat he knows you love so dearly. You’ll know it’ll bruise, but you couldn’t care less. Beautiful marks imprinted in your skin for the days to come.

He moves his muscular legs to either side of yours, somehow reaching deeper within you now. Toji rests upon his elbow, surrounding your body and hovering so close, you can feel heat from his body. You swear you feel his sweat mixing with yours. Reaching out, his hand grasps your shoulder, creating a new handle to pull you down onto him.

You feel his dampened hair first. His forehead shares your pillow, sensationally close to your ears. His laboured breath becomes a welcomed reward for folding your body in this way. It reverberates in your ears like a purr.

He’s starting to lose control.

Pulling himself together, a hand reaches into your hair, tugging you back and almost upright on your knees. You suck in air at the sting, which exhales as a mewl, “Ahhhh... fuck.” Your beautiful neck is exposed, and your sweet moans are no longer muffled by the pillow.

Toji’s fingers find your lips, teasing them with the lightest touch before working its way into your mouth. Firstly, one. Then two. Before three lay heavily on your tongue.

Oh, you wish you could have something heavier, but it’s currently brushing against your walls.

You willingly take his fingers. Teasing each digit, imagining it’s his cock as you work up a lathering drool. Your thoughts run rabid while his actions continue their onslaught, the pleasure within you about to snap.

“Ooh… doll. You’re taking me so well. Do you like it?” He growls in your ear, pulling his fingers from your mouth with a pop. You instinctively follow them, missing their presence. Drool covering them as he smears it across your lips. Forgetting your words and unable to think, you nod in agreement, still whining from Toji’s brutal pace.

Unhappy with wordless expressions, he snaps your head back. Pulling your hair and arching your body just the way he likes.

“Use your words babydoll. I said, "Do you like it?”” he barks it at you. That smile of his spreads across his face when he hears you. A breathless cry, “Y-Yes!”, is forced from deep within you.

Toji, now satisfied, releases your hair. Skilfully wrapping his fingers around your throat. Each digit flexes and presses just so, restricting the blood to your head. The other hand reaches to where you’re joined, circling your clit at an unforgiving pace.

Starting to spin, your head is deliciously dizzy. The pressure on your throat combined with the sensations from your clit, together leaves you open-mouthed and speechless in pleasure.

Your breath is short, and heavy, and he feels it vibrating from within.

His lips seek out your ear, breathing laboriously and matched to his rhythm. That familiar burning sensation ignites and races through your body. Your walls begin to pulsate and tighten around his cock. He can sense it, so groans deeply his command into your ear,

“Good girl. Now, fucking cum for me.”

[1ovewoo]

hate sex w/ wooyoung ♡

cw/tags: gn reader, hate sex, rough sex, jealousy, slapping, spitting, degradation, name calling (bitch, slut), choking, mentions of san, lightly implied mentions of woosan, if i missed anything pls lmk!

note: this is my first time writing smut so uhh hopefully it's not horrible</3 hope u enjoy and i appreciate any feedback!

“Fuck,” Wooyoung pants, his eyes drooping, nearly closed as he watches you bounce on top of him, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise.

As much as he hated to admit it, you looked gorgeous, skin flushed and sweaty, your hair mussed from him yanking it earlier, your eyes flaming with lust and disdain for the man beneath you.

You slow to a grind, raising a hand and slapping Wooyoung across the face, just hard enough for his head to whip to the side and the sting to shoot straight to his cock. He gasps and moans at the impact and you slap him once more, starting to bounce on him again and dragging your nails down his pecs, angry red marks left in their wake.

“You’re pathetic,” You purr, leaning over him to look in his eyes and admiring the pink flush starting to form on Wooyoung’s cheek from your hand, “What would Sannie think if he saw you like this, moaning like a bitch underneath me?”

Wooyoung groans, the mention of your mutual best friend (and subsequently the source of your ire for each other) making his cock twitch inside of you.

From the moment he laid eyes on you, Wooyoung had decided that he didn’t like you. San always spoke so highly of you, talking about how kind and funny you were, how close the two of you had gotten so fast, an instant connection.

It pissed Wooyoung off to no end. San was his best friend, they were practically soulmates, no one else should be in the picture. So when San started spending more time with you, and bringing you around to hang out with the members, Wooyoung hated it.

At first, you were nothing but polite to Wooyoung, but it didn’t take long for you to catch on to his disdain for you. It worried you at first, you of course wanted the members to like you, they were some of the most important people in San’s life. However, as time went on, Wooyoung’s hatred for you slowly began to make you angry, especially when he would flaunt his closeness with San and smirk at you behind San’s back every time San’s attention shifted from you to him. It’s not like you were ever trying to steal San away from him or something, but if Wooyoung wasn’t going to let up, then you were going to give as good as you got.

And now, you were here.

“Then again,” You continue to speak, not giving Wooyoung a chance to verbally respond, “You’d probably like that, hmm? You’re always so desperate for his attention, I’m sure you’d love for him to see how you let me slap you around; maybe you’d even want him to take a swing too.”

“Fuck you,” Wooyoung growled, snapping his hips up, a surprised moan forced out of you, “If you weren’t always hanging off of him like a stupid slut, I wouldn’t even have to ask and he’d be bending over backwards for me.”

Suddenly, Wooyoung's hands slide up to your waist and he flips you over so he’s the one on top now, his cock sinking even deeper into you as he presses your knees to your chest and begins pounding into you.

Whines and moans are forced from your lips, and you reach up to grip Wooyoung’s neck, squeezing at the sides and watching as his eyelids flutter from the pleasure and lack of oxygen.

While one of his hands stays gripping the back of your thigh, Wooyoung lifts the other to grab your jaw, squishing your cheeks together harshly to force your mouth open before he spits straight into it.

Your eyes momentarily roll into the back of your head at the taste of his saliva and the feeling of his cock nudging your sweet spot, an intense pleasure building in your abdomen as Wooyoung brings you closer to your release.

“I fucking hate you,” You bark, spitting straight back into Wooyoung’s face, the glob of your mixed saliva landing on his cheek and dripping down his jaw.

Wooyoung gives your cheek a quick slap and smirks, “And you’re still about to come on my cock, aren’t you?”

You were, as much as you hated to admit it, the tension in your body growing with each thrust into your slick hole.

“Fuck, fuck, Wooyoung,” You moaned, your eyes squeezing shut as Wooyoung’s head dipped so he could kiss and lick at your jaw and down your neck, the pace of his hips never relenting as your orgasm washes over you, white spots dancing behind your eyes as you gasp and ride the waves of intense pleasure.

As you begin to come down from your high, you let your eyes slide open again, gazing dazedly up at Wooyoung. He looked devastatingly handsome, brows furrowed and mouth agape, sweat dripping from his forehead and onto your cheek, your tongue darting out to lick the saltiness away.

A few thrusts later and Wooyoung reached his own climax, grinding into you as quick little moans slip out of his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. It was strangely intimate, and you felt yourself clench around him, making Wooyoung's hips stutter again.

Finally, his movements slow to a halt and he sighs deeply, pulling out and collapsing on the bed beside you so the two of you can catch your breath.

“Mm, you think San would really take us up on an offer to join next time?” Wooyoung breathed out, causing you to roll your eyes but still contemplate.

You supposed a “next time” wouldn’t be so bad.

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© 1ovewoo 2023

[bluewhale52]

Kim Yeontan, Cupid Extraordinaire

Summary: Yeontan has had it. It is time to take his human's love life into his hands- or rather, paws.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: fluff

Rating: SFW

WC: 1.9k

Recommended song to listen to while reading: it's Definitely You by V and Jin of BTS

🎄This fic is a gift, created through @bangtansecretsanta​ and is for @daechwitatamic. Hi Jo!! Surprise! I’m Eggnogg, your secret santa! Hope you enjoy this fic and that it helps you carry through the last few days of work. Have a safe trip, and stay warm! (*^.^*) 🎄

Kim Yeontan has had it.

He loves his human, he really does, but boy, Taehyung is really getting on his nerves.

Yeontan could not understand why six months ago Taehyung suddenly changed his usual grooming salon to the one further away. It took him a couple of sessions to realise that his human actually had a crush on the owner- you. So Yeontan did what he could to help- he barked and growled at everyone, but put on his best charms when you handled him. That way, it was guaranteed that only you and you alone would do his grooming, and thus giving his human more chances to interact with you.

Kim Yeontan, genius.

Kim Taehyung, not so much.

Because despite Yeontan’s effort and putting his reputation on the line, Taehyung still has not made any move on you. The human would take him from you after the session, make small meaningless talk, leave the salon; then, once at home, he would rue to the dog, regretting not asking more about your day, complimenting your choice of music or the cute dog sweater you always have on. Yeontan would just huff and roll his eyes.

So today, as he lies on the soft little pad on your work-station, while you dry and brush his hair, Yeontan decides he has to do something major- BIG- to make sure his human does not miss his chances, again. The thing is, as much as Yeontan is tired of listening to Taehyung’s whines about you, he really likes you too, maybe even more than his human does. You have the best scent in the whole world, and the nicest smelling shampoos that satisfy his senses just so. And your fingers? Oh, don’t get him started- they are so soft and deft that he always purrs whenever you massage him. He wants those fingers on him all the time, not just once a month for just an hour. All the more Yeontan has to succeed today- no more lost time because his human is being an idiot. 

“Almost done?” A gruff voice from your assistant, the feline-looking human, snaps Yeontan out of his thoughts.

“Almost,” you confirm. “Is Taehyung-ssi here yet?”

Your assistant scoffs. “Don’t worry, you look good.”

“Shut up, Yoongi! I’m just asking!”

Yoongi snickers. “Then there’s no need to get so testy! Control the blushing though, your ears are so red. Your crush is showing.” 

Yeontan’s ears perk up. Oh, this is interesting. 

“Can you just go clean up? We have no more appointments for the day.” You instruct Yoongi, then you bend down to look Yeontan in the eye. “Don’t tell your daddy that, okay? My ego can’t take being rejected by someone so handsome.”

“I bet he likes being called ‘daddy’ too!” Yoongi pipes in.

“Shut up, Yoongi!”

Yeontan purrs in satisfaction. Excellent, this will be a lot easier than Yeontan has expected. 

Yeontan smells his human arriving and immediately sits up. You have put a Christmas ribbon on his collar, and he feels confident of his plan. When the bell on the salon door jingles, he watches you patting your cheeks and taking a deep breath. 

“Hello, Taehyung-ssi! Your son is all ready for Christmas!” You lead Yeontan out towards the reception area. Yeontan can sense your nervousness, so he yips, telling you not to be because he’s got this. 

“Hello, _______-ssi! Ah, Yeontan-ah, look how cute you are!” Yeontan yips and spins in circles, showing off your work. The two humans laugh at his antics, and you pass the leash to Taehyung. 

“He looks so handsome, as always after you do your magic on him.” Yeontan wants to scoff at his human’s lame line, but notices your ears getting redder, so perhaps that actually works for you. “Oh, this is for you, just a little Christmas and thank you gift for, uh, you.”

Taehyung takes out a small black box from his bag and passes it to you. You splutter as you receive it. “Oh, you really shouldn’t have, Taehyung-ssi!”

“Yeontan really likes coming here, and you’re a really great dog groomer, so I just- well, we- want to thank you for everything.”

You thank him again and at his urging, opens the box. 

“It’s from the Pink Hamster cafe in my neighbourhood. I really like their chocolates, so I thought, you might like them too. I’m not sure if you’ve had them before though, but you know, it’s really good, and the owners are friends of mine, and I like supporting local businesses, so yeah,” Taehyung takes a deep breath. “I hope you like it.”

Yeontan turns to watch you. You bow a couple of times, thanking his human, and Yeontan yips a few times, encouraging him to say more. But Taehyung just inhales deeply and makes preparations to leave. “Let’s go, Tan-ah, let’s go home.”

Oh no, not yet. Yeontan still has a lot to do.

Before Taehyung can move, Yeontan uses all his might to surge forward, yanking his human forward closer to you. You yelp at the sudden movement and raise your hands up to catch Taehyung’s body, in the process dropping the box of chocolate to the floor. Yeontan almost gets distracted by the smell of the chocolate, but he catches himself in time and continues to run around Taehyung and you, his leash looping around both your legs, trapping you together.  

Once he feels the leash getting tight, he stops and admires his work. You and Taehyung are pressed chest to chest, trying not to hold onto each other, even though both are losing balance by the way your feet are tied together with his leash. Satisfied, Yeontan wriggles out of his collar, his head easily popping out. With his newfound freedom, he saunters over to sniff at the fallen chocolates. 

All this while, both humans have been rendered speechless, but you and Taehyung start shouting at him to stay away from the chocolates. The noise brings out the feline-human, who only laughs gleefully upon finding the scene before him.

“Yoongi, help! We got tangled! And the chocolate! Get Yeontan away from the chocolates!”

Yoongi, still chuckling, picks up the chocolates from the floor and puts them back in the box. “Lucky these are individually wrapped, otherwise they’ll go to waste,” he mutters. When he meets Yeontan’s eyes, he whispers conspiratorially. “Did you do all this, Tan-ah? You cheeky dog.”

Yeontan yips at him, telling him to pick up the chocolates and go away. To his surprise, the human winks, seeming to understand his grand plan. 

“Chocolate will be safe here,” Yoongi places the box on a high shelf, then smiles at the two tangled humans, before going back inside.

“Yoongi! Yoongi!” You shriek, calling him back to no avail.

“Oh my god, _______-ssi, I’m so sorry,” Taehyung apologizes, “I don’t know what on earth gets into Yeontan!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you place your hands on Taehyung’s shoulders. “Let’s just untangle ourselves. Can you wiggle your feet a bit?”

Taehyung tries to do what you suggest, but with little result. “It’s quite tight, I don’t have enough room. Wait, let me try to reach for the end of the leash.” He bends down, but because of the position he is stuck in with you, you end up losing your balance again and almost topple over. He catches you in time, however, and with his hands on your sides,  helps you to straighten yourself.

“Well, that doesn’t quite work either.” He sighs.

“Yoongi!” You scream again for your assistant. 

Yeontan continues to watch you and Taehyung, pleased with himself. 

“Do you think we can shuffle to that seat there? Maybe one of us can sit down and it’ll be easier to take this thing off.” Taehyung proposes.

“Yes, good idea!” You exclaim. “But, uh, we have to hold on so we don’t fall.”

“Ah, yes of course. I guess you can just put your hands around me? I mean, my shoulders! My shoulders, put your hands there.” Taehyung clears his throat. “And uh, is it okay if I hold you here?”

You nod and Taehyung grips the sides of your arms.

“Okay, ready?” “Yup. On three we start shuffling together.” You affirm.

“Okay. One, two, three!”

Yeontan takes a step back as the two humans start wriggling around. It reminds him a little of a caterpillar he found once in the park. 

You suddenly stop, however, when Yoongi is back in the reception area, with his jacket and bag… and a bowl of dog food?

“Yoongi? You’re leaving?”

“Yes. Have fun with,” Yoongi waves his hands, “whatever it is you’re doing.”

“No, Yoongi, please, you have to help us!” You plead.

Your assistant chuckles and places the bowl of food near Yeontan. “Good boy. Enjoy dinner and entertainment.”

“Yoongi!”

“So,” the man simply puts on his beanie and buttons up his jacket, ready for the wintry weather outside. “in case she forgets to mention- for whatever reason- she and our friends are having a get together here on Christmas day. Bring a plate or a bottle if you’d like. We’ll eat, get drunk and watch Muppet Christmas Carol. Oh, and definitely bring Yeontan too. There’ll be lots of other dogs he can play with.”

“Yoongi!” You hiss at him.

“Okay, then, have fun you two!”

Yeontan is too busy enjoying his food when the feline-human leaves, but he does not miss the gummy smile and two thumbs up he gives you from the window.

“Oh my god,” you groan, “he could’ve at least helped!”

“Don’t worry, ______-ssi, we’re almost there!”

Yeontan perks up at his human’s voice. There is more confidence in it, so Yeontan yips at him in approval. 

You laugh and rest your head on Taehyung’s shoulder. “This is so funny.” Your body starts to shake as you laugh more loudly. He starts laughing too, and without saying anymore words, you both continue to shuffle towards the seat.

Finally you reach your destination, and Taehyung volunteers to sit down so he can untangle the mess his dog has caused.

Yeontan observes you looking away and biting your lip when his human reaches down to your bound feet. The position is awkward considering your close proximity, and Taehyung’s face is so close to your outer thighs. He stares at Yeontan as he unwraps the leash.

You should be thanking me, Yeontan mumbles. His human narrows his eyes at him.

Your feet free at last, you take a step back to give space for Taehyung to straighten up.

“Maybe I should get a shorter leash?” 

You cover your face as you laugh. “That’s a good idea.”

You both stand awkwardly facing each other, and Yeontan promises himself to nip his human’s foot if he stays silent for another second.

“Um, can we buy you dinner,” Taehyung glances at his dog, “to make up for what happened?”

Yeontan yips and spins in circles. Bravo, human!

You look taken aback by Taehyung’s request, and you look at Yeontan as well. The dog stops spinning and trots over to you. He stands on his hind legs, while he paws at your leg. 

Say yes! He’s really fun, you will like him a lot!

You smile at his antics. “Okay,” you agree. “Just give me a few minutes to close up?”

Taehyung nods and watches you fondly as you go back inside. Then he picks up Yeontan’s collar to put it back on him.

“You,” he squeezes Yeontan’s face in his hands, “you are something, Tan-ah.”

Yeontan licks his nose. Taehyung ruffles his hair and places a kiss on his head.

“Thanks for the push, son.”

Ta da! Hope you enjoyed reading this, Jo! Happy Holidays!

Like this fic? Please reblog if you do! Published on 21122022, crossposted to my AO3

[astoldbyaja]

Bark like you want it! - Ch. 1~AU Demon Slayer~

Yara wants to enjoy her college life, studying and fucking and living her best life. However she keeps getting caught between a rock and a lot of hard places when the Kizuki gang and the Hashira gang get involved in her life. So she fucked Akaza, okay and! And Kyojuro may want to drill her until she over flows with his seed. Sure! But can't they just leave her alone after that? Fuck, can't ALL of them stop bothering her!

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Freshman and sophomore year of college were pretty straight forward, but when I became a junior, things started to become complicated for me and I didn’t know how to back out of it.

I was pretty content being single and having my fun. My student apartments were pretty relaxed too even for me being new to them. My roommates, Shinobu and Mitsuri were very welcoming. I kept to myself mostly and the two respected my privacy as I did theirs. They always had friends over, but I never left my room to meet them. I didn’t even have classes with them which was fine too.

When class was over, I hit the school gym, showered then came home to study. Sometimes I’d get tea or coffee somewhere in between.

Somehow along the way, I caught the attention of a student in one of my classes, Akaza. He has beautiful eyes and a way with words which made me more attracted to him. We went out for a few drinks, and I made it clear I have no intentions of dating. I didn’t need the titles and he was fine with that.

“Oh, fuck Yara! Your pussy is so fucking tight it feels like it’s going to devour me!” he growled as I bounced my body hard and fast on him. He holds my hips hard.

“Yeah, you like how my pussy feels around your big dick!” I panted as I felt my walls locking around him with each gushing movement. I could really get him screaming.

“Ngggh fuck yeesss!” he yells as he jackhammers up into me.

After he violates my clit, we’re both howling with intense pleasure. We’d collapse in the bed as one sweaty mess. But once I come down from the delicious high, I was dressed and gone.

Now he was becoming an annoying pest who refused to respect my boundaries. If I was reading in the courtyard on the grass, he’d come and join. But not just him, he’d invite his friends Doma, Kokushibo, Ume, and her brother Gyutaro.

“Fellas meet my girl, Yara!” he introduced.

“More like a lover, not his girl.” I corrected immediately. Yet they embraced me like their own against my will. They all clung to me, Akaza specifically.

I pushed him against the nearest building wall when his friends finally separated from us.

“Are you crazy? Why would you introduce me like that?” I asked. He smirked.

“Why not, it’s quite an honor to be labeled my girl.” he said with a purr. I frowned.

“We both agreed we’d just fuck nothing more nothing less.” I hissed.

“Well can’t change it now. Besides being labeled as my girl gets you protection in the gang.” he said. I stiffened immediately at his words.

“The fuck are you talking about?” I asked. He looked up almost innocently.

“Did I not mention that? Yeah, we’re just a gang of misfits is all! Nothing to worry about!” he said. I was immediately turned off, not liking this at all.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” I replied and walked around him.

“Yara, come on!” he whined but I was already on my way home.

Once I arrived back to my apartment, I could see Mitsuri and Shinobu sitting on the couch in the living room with… Shinobu’s sister Kanae? She was a senior I had met in passing. She was nice just like her sister. I smiled.

“Hey all. Kanae nice to see you again.” I replied putting my bag down noticing the looks of worry on their faces. I looked at them all. “What’s wrong?”

“PLEASE DON’T TELL ME IT’S TRUE!” Mitsuri cried out suddenly rushing up and taking my hands shaking them.

“Wha-” I was so confused. Kanae looked at me sternly standing up and approaching me. I watched her confused.

“Yara. I would like to ask you something and I want you to answer me honestly.” she said. I shrugged.

“What?” I asked now growing worried.

“Is it true you are dating Akaza?” she asked. Now my face dropped.

“Ugh, no! He and I are not dating at all! Geez word spreads fast.” I replied. Mitsuri sniffled.

“R-really you meant it?” she asked. I nodded.

“I mean it. We sleep together now and then, but that’s it. I made it perfectly clear I do not want a relationship with him or anyone else.” I snapped.

Shinobu joined her sister.

“Good. We have no reason to request this of you, but since you are our roommate, I must ask you to never bring him or his friends to this apartment or tell them where you live.” she said.

“Shinobu what is going on, you’re scaring me?” I asked worriedly.

“Let’s just say those guys don’t get along with our gang.” Shinobu said. My eyebrow flexed.

“What- gang!” I blurted.

“Exactly that.” Kanae said. “Yara, please promise us you won’t bring him to the apartment.” she said. I nodded.

“Okay, I won’t. I broke things off with him already.” I replied. There was a knock on the door and Mitsuri squealed happily.

“That must be the boys and Obanai with the pizza!” she called happily. I looked at the two sisters worriedly wondering exactly who I was rooming with. But they both smiled sweetly now.

If I wasn’t mistaken from the constant conversations and moaning from heated passion, Obanai was dating Mitsuri, Sanemi was dating Kanae, there was Giyu who was with Shinobu, and I think that was it. Two other men have been around before, a large man by the name of Tengen who, I heard was dating three women at once, and a fiery blonde with red tipped hair who went by Kyojuro. He definitely liked to stare at me whenever I had to enter the common areas for something. He was always smiling with those big bug eyes of his.

“Good evening Yara, you look nice today!”

“Yara good morning, I trust you slept well. I’m making breakfast for everyone as our movie night has ended. Help yourself!”

“Hello, Yara how are your studies going!”

“Hi beautiful.” Obanai said giving Mitsuri a peck on the lips before entering the house. “I’ve got the food.”

“And I’ve got the drinks!” Tengen boomed as he followed in behind him.

“And I have the horror movies- Oh Yara, hello!” Kyojuro said, tone transitioning from happy to downright excited. Obanai and Tengen gave polite smiles.

“Yara.” They said in unison. I smiled and waved respectfully at everyone however now I was worried about exactly who these men were. What gang were they even in?

“Hello guys.” I replied moving to pick my backpack up and head to my room.

“Oh, Yara wait why don’t you join us! You bought all the stuff we’re going to eat off of!” Mitsuri said as she placed some paper plates down on the table. I had restocked with plastic plates, cups and utensils for their get togethers. It felt odd not contributing in some way to an area we all shared so sometimes I would bring stuff in like groceries.

I smiled warmly and shook my head.

“I don’t want to be an added wheel. This is you all’s thing I don’t want to intrude.” I said feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. I looked to see it was Akaza.

“Come oooover. I need your plump ass on my cock like yesterday!”

“No.” I merely replied and tucked my phone in my pocket.

“Are you sure. We just want you to feel like you’re a part of the group.” Shinobu said. No, I don’t want to be a part of any group!

*vibrate vibrate*

“I’ll eat it from the baaack. No strings attached!!”

I had to bite back the groan that almost left me. He’s so good at eating me out from the back too. I tucked my phone away into my pocket and looked at Shinobu.

“Alright, what movie are you all watching?” I asked. I ignored Kyojuro fist bumping in the air quietly.

“Freddy vs. Jason!” Tengen said happily draping his arm around my shoulder. Damn his arm was heavy. I nodded.

“Okay let me just set my things down in my room.” I replied. Shinobu smiled happily and Mitsuri clapped.

“Yay!” she cheered.

I dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and watched as the boxes of pizza were opened. Sanemi looked at me and motioned for me to get a slice, but I said everyone can get food first and I’d get my food last.

“You are such a sweetheart!” Mitsuri claimed and I chuckled.

“It’s always expected in my home for guests and children to feed themselves first.” I replied.

“Nonsense, please get your food.” Kyojuro said, and I shook my head.

“I insist.” I said politely. He crossed his arms.

“Not until you go first.” he said. Stop being difficult!

“Well will someone get food so we can start the damn movie!” Sanemi complained. That’s when I realized everyone was sitting at a spot in the living room pizza on a plate and a plastic cup on a coaster. I looked at Kyojuro who only smiled waiting for me to get a slice.

I caved and got my food and sat down. Throughout the movie my phone was vibrating so much I put it on silent. Akaza sure was persistent. I had hoped my glancing at my phone went unnoticed as I felt rude for looking at it so many times during the movie.

I’d like to think it all ended there with everyone, but it did not. Akaza came looking for me on campus and cornered me in between the science and communications building while Dumo and Kokushibo stood watch at the entrance. I should have been afraid of the dark look in his eyes, but I wasn’t. I know that there are men out there who couldn’t or wouldn’t take rejection well and I learned Akaza was one of them. The stories I’ve heard about women falling victim to these assholes used to scare me, but now if anything it pissed me off because of their audacity.

“Just who the hell do you think you ignoring me like I don’t exist!” he snarled, all the while I glared up at him.

“Who am I, the girl who had your dick in a vice grip with how much you’d cum in me. Is that why you’re pissy?” I asked, and before I knew it my cheek was pushed hard into the building wall, and a hand had gone right up my dress and beneath my panties.

“Don’t act so high and mighty like you didn’t enjoy my dick grinding deep into your guts.” he snarled, and I cried out feeling a finger push pass the ring of muscles of my asshole.

“GET OFF OF ME!” I shouted, but my mouth is covered too quickly, and his body pushes up on me. Akaza whips his head to Doma who just gave a thumbs up. Nobody heard me. Fuck!

I then feel the slight sting of a cut as I realize a blade was to my neck and I stilled, glaring as I refused to give this man my fear.

“I wanted our first time in your ass to be beautiful. You have no idea how many times I’ve cum to the thought of your tight ass around me.” he purred in my ear. With his finger gone, I feel a breeze against my bottom as I realize he’s pulled my panties down and further parted my legs with his own. I feel something firm prodding and poking at my ass now.

“Beg for it.” he pants in my ear, breath hot and causing shivers to shoot up my spine and I shook my head, my skin cut from the wall, and I taste blood in my mouth from my teeth cutting the inside of my cheek.

“You don’t deserve my begging.” I mumbled and he moaned.

“Guess we’re going to have to do this dry- mmph!”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, and I just close my eyes for a second hearing an obvious scuffle. I hear grunts and fighting.

“Get his fucking legs!” I hear… Kyojuro threaten. But I just remain still, eyes closed, body shaking. I peak my eyes open briefly to see Sanemi and Tengen throwing hands with Doma and Kokushibo. I feel knuckles against my ankles, someone’s taking hold of my panties, and I whimper out now thinking someone else was going to have their way with me. And I’m too deathly afraid to move now. But the panties are slid up my legs and being gently secured over my bottom. I feel a warmer body against my body, hands sliding up my hips and over the small of my back until they’re finally on my shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze.

“You’re safe now, Yara.” he says lowly in my ear.

I thought I could believe him when he said that. I mean he just saved my life, right? Boy, could I have been more wrong.

After that fight, Kyojuro made sure I got back to my apartment safe. Shinobu and Mitsuri were all over me asking if I was okay and how my bottom felt. That was Mitsuri.

Kyojuro checked in on me and although I was grateful for his help, I wanted to force myself to forget and move on. That didn’t stop him from checking in on me and even texting me. Mitsuri gave him my number which I was heavily pissed about. I would thank him for his help, but I wanted to push both groups from my mind and distance myself because it was evident I was too close, if either by fucking one gang member or rooming with the enemy gang members. I didn’t want to be associated with either group if I could help it.

So why were both groups acting like creepy ass clingy significant others!

As I finished my work out, I moved upstairs to the locker rooms which had large showers. I removed my sweaty clothes and pinned my curls up sighing happily as the water poured down on me. It was nice and serene, and I let my hands run over my breasts quietly washing them. However, the sound of curtains ripping open made me yelp as I saw the smiling face of Doma and the disinterested glare of Kokushibo.

“Ah there you are! The woman we’ve been looking for!” Doma said happily and immediately my eyes went straight down to their bare bodies, cocks half erect and looking at me.

“Hey, why are you in here and naked- HEEEY!” I screeched as both men stepped inside, Kokushibo pulling the curtains close behind them.

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Ah yes, more Sihtric BS, because I have brainrot

More in accordance with Book Canon than Show Canon.

"I have found you a wife." Uhtred says. Sihtric huffs and looks up from sharpening his axe. "I don't want her." He sneers. "She is a Shieldmaiden, Sihtric! You should be honoured! Now get up and come!" Uhtred barks. "Yes Lord." Sihtric mumbles. He hangs his axe from his belt and gets up. Finan claps him on the shoulder. "Good luck, boy." The Irishman says.

Uhtred leads Sihtric to his hall. There, you are waiting at his table, talking to his wife.

"Y/N, I have brought you someone." Uhtred says loudly. You and Gisela look up. Gisela gives her husband a slightly disturbed look. "She does not need a husband." She says firmly. "But Sihtric needs a wife." Uhtred replies. "Let him marry whom he pleases." Gisela argues. "I will not let him marry a whore!" Uhtred snarls. Sihtric flinches away from his Lord.

"Uhtred, I am disappointed in you. Never would I have thought you'd look down on a working woman." You say. Uhtred looks utterly reproached. He opens his mouth to make a feebly defense, but you shake your head. "Here I thought you better than thinking low of women who have to earn their keep with their body." You say. "She takes all his silver and his armrings, he has nothing to show for the love she says she has for him." Uhtred bristles.

That statement does unsettle you a bit.

You place your hand on Sihtric's bracer. "Is this true?" You ask softly. Sihtric casts his eyes down. "Don't reply, you don't need to." You tell him. You slip your hand from his bracer to his palm. You twine your fingers with his. "Come, walk with me." You say softly. You figure you and he have a lot to talk about.

Sihtric allows you to draw him from Uhtred's hall.

He gives your hand a little squeeze. "She does not tell her other ... men she loves them." He mutters. "But she takes your silver all the same." You reply gently. "You would, too." He retorts. "Yes, but not because you hump me, but because I am responsible for the running of the house." You remind him.

Sihtric presses his lips together in a thin, bloodless line. He is thinking on your words. "You are right. Of course you are." He then murmurs. His lips curls back into a tentative smile. It is a beautiful smile. And you know then that you will have him as your husband, one way or another.

"Come." You tell him. "Whereto?" Sihtric asks softly. "My home, so you can hump me." You reply. A slightly fluster rises to his cheeks. "Why-why?" He stammers. "There has to be a reason that this whore says she loves you. She says this to no other of her clients, yet she keeps taking your silver. I want to know why." You reply. Sihtric bites his lip and makes a thoughtful little noise. "I'll show you." He says. It is not like he'll say no to sex with a beautiful woman when the opportunity arises. Especially not one his lord might urge him to marry.

He knows Uhtred will not truly force him, but he also knows you are someone his lord approves of and Ealhswith is not.

He allows you to take him home.

Once you have barred the door, you turn to him. "I think it is now time you kissed me." You purr. Sihtric wets his lips with his tongue. He closes the distance, pressing you gently against the wooden surface of the door. He leans in and you close your eyes. "Gods, you are beautiful." Sihtric whispers. He presses his lips slowly against yours. They are warm and soft and sweet. You heave a little sigh and kiss him back as tenderly as you can manage. Sihtric moans ever so softly.

That little moan is like magic. You grow slick right away! "Bed, now!" You growl into his mouth. "Yes please." Sihtric whines.

He backs up the alcove and kicks off his boots. The kiss can't last and you use that opportunity to also take off your boots.

Sihtric lays down, drawing you on top of his strong yet lanky body. You lean down to kiss him again. Sihtric moans into your moan and rubs his hands from your waist to the back of your shoulders. He is entirely unreserved. He gives himself fully to you. There are no inhibitions and no shame. You moan in your turn and he licks into your mouth. You can practically taste his joy.

Already you are beginning to understand why that prostitute says she loves him. The joy in his kisses already makes you feel like the only woman on Midgard. Maybe even in the nine realms.

His hands begin to carefully tug at your clothes. He very clearly wants you out of them. He is so delightfully eager. You can hardly wait to have him for true. But you tell yourself to take it slow. So you take his hands and place them back on your hips. Sihtric whines against your lips. It is rather cute.

"Take it slow, sweetling." You murmur into his mouth. "Yes, my love." He replies airily. "Good lad." You purr. Sihtric whines softly. He arches up to be able to deepen the kiss a little. You moan into his mouth, gladly sampling of his passion. His tongue licks at the seam of your lips, before he nips at your upper lip. You moan a little bit louder.

He most certainly is not hesitating.

Sihtric's tongue slowly explores your brain. You moan warmly for him and roll your hips. Sihtric breaks the kiss to moan almost desperately. It is an intensely arousing sound. You instantly seek to draw more of those moans from him. You lean in to kiss at his throat. "Ooooh... oh yes." Sihtric moans. He arches up at your touch. "More.. please." He whispers. "Gods." You swear under your breath. His reactions are perfect.

He makes you so wet.

"I .... I smell you. I want to taste you. Please, please let me taste you." He says airily. He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue. There is a mischievous shimmer in his mismatched eyes.

He puts his arm around your waist and flips you over with one swift motion. You squeal in surprise. Sihtric grins down on you. "My turn." He murmurs. "Show me what you do." You tell him. "Gladly." Sihtric nods.

He makes short work of your clothes and his own. You are not allowed to assist him. He brushes away your hands when you try. Once you are naked, he wastes no time in shoving his face between your thighs. He inhales and moans. "Gods, this is the best smell in the world." He whispers. "Now now, don't overdo it." You say.

Sihtric parts your folds with his tongue. You moan sweetly. "Oh yes, yes." Sihtric hisses. Then his tongue finds your clit, circling around it in the most slow and sensuous way. "Ooooh Sihtric." You can't help but moan. Your back arches and your toes curl. He smirks against your folds and then sucks down on your clit. You squeal once more. He is so fantastic at this. You get how any woman would want to bind him to her.

But he is yours now. No way you are going to let him leave your side.

He sucks on your clit and fucks you with his tongue. He laps up your wet arousal and moans at the taste of you. He brings you to the very edge of a mindshattering climax. And then he withdraws. You make a frustrated little noise. "Don't stop." You huff. Sihtric chuckles. "Don't stop what?" He dares to tease. He is bold, too.

"Please don't stop." You don't miss a beat. Sihtric swears under his breath. He licks his swollen lips and dips his head down again.

You moan loudly as he suckles down on your clit again. But then he also pushes two fingers inside you. "Oh gods!" You cry out. Your climax swiftly comes back in full force. You are teetering on the very edge within seconds. "Gah! Gods, Sihtric." You cry out. He arches his fingers into the spot that drives you absolutely wild. It is that last little nudge you need. Your inner walls clench on his fingers and you arch your back. Sihtric releases your clit and instead works it with slow kitty licks. "Yes, yes, Gods!" You moan loudly.

Lightning flashes down your spine and there is a fire in your extremities. Your inner walls contract rhythmically and you feel slightly hoarse from all the moaning.

Sihtric slowly retracts his fingers from your wet core. He sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. "You wild, wild man." You pant. Sihtric chuckles and sits upright. "Shall I hump you now, or would you prefer to calm down a little?" He asks. "I think I am going to need a moment." You reply. "And when I am ready, I will ride you." "Yes please." Sihtric murmurs. He crawls over you and kisses you sensually. You moan in unison and Sihtric lowers his pelvis onto yours.

He is so hard and so shapely. You can barely wait to ride him. You need him inside you. Though you know to delay that gratification. There is more to this man than his cock. His mouth keeps you plenty enthralled for the moment. He rolls his hips and he kisses you. You moan and he licks into your mouth. You taste yourself on his tongue. He moans, too. It is an amazing desperate sound. He wants to be inside you so bad.

His mouth slowly wanders from yours, to your jaw. His teeth scrape over your skin and you moan. "You are so good to me, Sihtric." You praise him. He moans in response. He likes to be praised. You commit that to your memory. From your jaw his mouth lowers to your neck and throat. You moan, arching into his touch. Sihtric groans in reply and sucks a small mark at the base of your throat. You are his now, there is no going back.

You will wed this man.

Sihtric bites the junction on your neck and shoulders and then his mouth trails to your breast. He noses at your soft, pliant flesh, inhaling your scent. He presses kisses to your skin and then his lips seek out your nipple. You moan sweetly and so does he. Eagerly he suckles on your nipple, while his fingers press into your breast. You pull at his hair and hear him moan loudly. "So good for me." You praise.

After a good while, Sihtric switches to your other nipple. He works the harened bud with his tongue and teeth, all the while looking up at you with absolute doe eyes. You run your nails over his scalp. "I need to ride you." You whisper. "Right now?" He asks. You nod in affirmation.

He lays down on his back, looking at you almost breathlessly.

You straddle his pelvis, your folds kissing his cock. Sihtric moans with something akin to desperation. "Please, please." He whines. He is just as needy as you. You decide to put the both of you out of your misery. Sihtric moans loudly when you sink down on his cock. "Haaah haaaah ooooh Gods, you feel so amazing." He groans. His hands claw feebly at your hips and his thighs quiver. "You do too, you fill me so perfectly." You cooe.

You begin to ride him slowly. Sihtric rolls his hips ever so slightly, he can't help himself. He looks up at you like you are a Goddess come to Midgard. He looks at you like he can barely believe what he is seeing. He barely understands that you are actually riding him, or so it seems.

His nails start to dig into your skin. "Gods." You whisper. It feels amazing, it is everything you would want from a man.

You roll your hips and Sihtric groans wantonly. "Fa-faster, please." He whispers. "And have you cum already, no. I want this to last." You cooe. "I will last, I promise." Sihtric says softly. But you keep your place slow and steady. Sihtric grians every time you sink down on him, but you can see it is not quite enough for him.

And then he topples you over. For a brief moment his cock slips out of you, but he is swift to thrust back into you again. You moan loudly. "Oh Gods... Gods yes!" You cry out. Sihtric moans back at you and leans down to kiss you fiercely. He ploughs you and it is amazing and filthy. The sounds coming from your body and his are obscene and your moans mingle with his.

After a while, Sihtric sits back on his haunches. His thumb finds your clit and his hips keep rolling. It is so good that your mind almost immediately spins out of control. "Gah .. Si-si-Sihtric... so close." You moan. "Cum for me." He whispers. 'Almost." You reply. "What do you need?" He asks. "Just a little more of the same." You breathe. "Yes, lady." Sihtric nods. He keeps rubbing your clit, steadily and gently. Fire begins to spread through your body and you can almost feel the lightning in your spine. It is so good!

"Sih-Sihtric!" You cry out. Your inner walls contract on his cock and you surrender to the fire in the pit of your stomach. Your climax overtakes you and you can only hang on to him for dear life. "Oh yes, yes, God cum for me. Cum on my cock." Sihtric groans. He is succumbing, too. "Do it, give it to me. Fill me with your seed. I will give you sons and daughters." You moan. It is the undoing of him. "Oh ... oh Gods... yes Gods... yes!" Sihtric moans back at you.

He spends himself deep inside you. You imagine you can feel his seed deep inside you. "Thank you." You whisper, arching up to kiss him slowly. "No, thank you." Sihtric whispers. "You made me realise what the right choice is." He kisses you back slowly. "What is the right choice?" You ask him sweetly. "You. I will wed you, like Lord Uhtred wants. And I will build you a house and you will give me children." Sihtric replies. "And we will fight beside each other and head to Valhalla, hand in hand." You purr.

"Hand in hand." Sihtric agrees, kissing your breath away.

[fayes-fics]

Kinktober Drabble #14: Overstimulation

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dom/sub relationship, overstimulation, female orgasms, touch of subspace, use of vibrating wand.

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Here have some slightly mean dom Anthony commanding multiple orgasms. Enjoy! <3

“You look beautiful,” Anthony purrs, arm around your head, stroking your hair.

“I’m close, my lord,” your stutter as he kisses your cheek.

“I know you are, lovely girl; keep going, don’t move that wand,” he commands softly, fingers tracing your hairline.

The vibration is so strong you bite your lip and whine, nuzzling against him. He chuckles richly.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please,” you nod enthusiastically. 

“Ask nicely,” he smirks.

“Please, my lord, please can I come?” looking at him beseechingly, eyes wide, your voice wavering as you fight to delay all of your bodily instincts, so close to breaking.

“Yes, you can come now,” he simpers, kissing your temple “nice and loud, please.”

You allow your eyes to roll back and the deep tugging pulses inside your body to take over. Your legs shake as you are wracked with shudders, and you scream his name loud, fireworks behind your eyes.

“Well done,” he praises as you go limp. You drop the wand away from your clit.

A sharp slap of fingers across one hardened nipple makes you cry out, and your eyes fly open with a gasp.

“Did I say you could move that wand?” his voice is a bitter, sharp thing.

“N..no, my lord,” you stutter.

“Then put it back,” he orders through clenched teeth.

“But I’m done, my lord,” you protest, slightly confused, but do as you’re told, squeaking at the sensation.

“You are done when I tell you you are done,” he growls.

“But it’s so strong,” you whine, panting already, “please, can I at least turn it down?.” 

“No,” he laughs, “only up.”

“But …” you begin.

“If you keep disobeying me, I will turn it up myself,” it’s a harsh warning.

You bite your lip and squirm against the intense sensation, your clit still pulsing from your last orgasm.

“Please, please, can I stop?” you wheedle, writhing in his firm hold as he lies curled around you.

“No, you come again,” he shuts you down.

“I can’t, my lord; it’s too much….”

“Stop whining,” he barks and grabs the wand from your grasp, pressing it harder against you so you feel the pulsing up into your pubic bone.

“Fuck fuck fuckkkkkkk,” you cry out, the stimulation too much, your core clenching and releasing. Your breaths are harsh and fast.

“Oh, here it comes,” he gloats as your cries of protest become one elongated scream and your hips cant off the bed. He chases your movement as you do, always keeping it pressed against you.

You scream as you break again, body palpitating, breath stuttering. 

As the tide subsides, you attempt to curl up in the fetal position against him.

“No,” he grouses and pushes you back flat, tangling his legs with yours to pin you down and open.

“My lord, please,” you croak as he presses the wand against you again. You start to shake your head from side to side and plead with him to stop.

“That’s not your safe word, my girl,” he reminds with an almost mocking laugh.

“Please..” your voice becomes a sob as tears prickle your eyes, overstimulated, your body a constant hum of sensation.

“You can do it again, my girl; I know you can, and it will feel so wonderful,” he whispers, his tone sweeter, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“I can’t, my lord, I want to be a good girl for you, but I can’t,” you say through wracking breaths.

“Nonsense,” he dismisses, “you can and you will.” 

You go quiet and make whimpering sounds as he rotates the wand between your legs, never breaking contact with your reddened engorged clit.

“You look beautiful darling girl,” he dusks, “all swollen and sweaty for me. You can do just one more for me; come on.” 

“Yes, my lord,” you slur, almost mindless, floating on a sea of shaky vibrations and tingling limbs.

“Oh yes, my brave girl,” he flatters, and with a flick of his thumb, the vibration gets more vigorous.

You let out a noise that sounds inhuman to your ears, and he is full of approval. 

“Yes, that's it, my little wild creature. Let me hear all those gorgeous lustful noises.” It’s snarled against your forehead, which is now dewy with sweat.

And then it's a sudden, intense, almost violent third wave, sweeping you away with something so overwhelming you almost black out.

You hear his voice distantly, triumphant, then turning to lavish praise and affection as he finally gives you reprieve and discards the wand, wrapping you in his arms and swaying you slightly.

You return to the room slowly, your mind blissfully fuzzy, your skin sweaty, and your body weak from shaking–feeling as gentle and awkward as a newborn foal. You blink against the low light and twist to see his face looking at you adoringly, stroking your cheek, the other hand tracing gentle circles on your arm.

“Welcome back, my girl, you were amazing,” he murmurs, kissing you gently.

You smile, sated, sleepy, and so happy, then fall asleep at his encouragement, your nose pressed into the comforting fuzzy warmth of his chest, breathing in his scent.

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