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just-a-creep-babe · 16 hours ago

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Cabin Catastrophes

(Masky x OC x Hoodie x X-Virus NSFW)

This one's definitely a different one, so thank you so much to @taboo-delusion for giving me the chance to try smthg new with this commission!! ^^ I hope it's to your liking~

Also feels like I should give a heads-up just because it's so different, but this contains fairly heavy pet/little play & the OC is a hermaphrodite, meaning they have both genitals! So please keep that in mind & maybe don't read this one if that's not your thing ^^;

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The road to the cabin was, all things considered, fairly smooth

It shouldn't have come as a surprise since this was one of the nicer safehouses, but Jack always expected pure shit roads whenever he drove down these paths

He snuck a peak at his pet quietly sitting next to him in the passenger seat

They'd been well-behaved the whole drive, not that they were usually a handful to deal with, and they seemed perfectly content with watching the trees passing by outside the window

Jack returned his attention to the road, and tried to take a few deep breaths to relax

He didn't want his nervousness to show through—he didn’t want his stress to rub off on them

He was placing them in safe hands, after all; it wasn't like he was just dumping them off to people he didn't trust

Still, it'd be the first time they'd be apart since he took them in, and it'd be the first time any of the creeps even saw them in the first place

So, really, there was plenty to be worried about

The dropoff, however, thankfully didn’t go as badly as he was afraid it would

The proxies’ reactions to seeing his pet were... understandable, at the very least

And although he was reluctant to leave them there, he knew he didn't have a choice

The mission was going to be long; he couldn't just abandon them until he made it back

At this point, all Jack could do was pray everything would go over smoothly

"So, what's it like having a tail?" Cody asked what might've just been his hundredth question within the last hour, all while resisting the urge to stroke Ellacie's tail

Masky groaned, growing increasingly sick of Cody's endless stream of questions

But as he looked at the hybrid, even he couldn't help but wonder the answer

Their tail was long, almost as long as their whole body, and it was as white as their ears and hair

It looked ridiculously soft, and he, admittedly, kind of also wanted to stroke it

In a strange, almost ethereal kind of way, Jack's pet was... kind of beautiful

The cat hybrid, however, didn't pay either of them much mind

No, they were much too distracted for that

All they could focus on was the bright red dot, which jerked randomly across the room as Hoodie flicked the laser pointer around

It was cute, Hoodie thought as he played with them, they were cute

He bounced the light from one spot on the floor, then to another, then onto the coffee table and back to the floor

The three proxies watched in a mix of curiosity and amusement as Ellacie chased the dot like a predator in a hunt

They'd been playing with them for the better part of the morning now, all thanks to the many toys and goodies Jack had packed with them in a duffel bag

Curiosity getting the better of him, while Hoodie was taking up their attention, Cody made his way to the duffel bag

There were plenty of comfort items, like blankets and plushies, in case his pet got homesick

There was even one of Jack's shirts, neatly folded at the bottom of the bag, sitting next to a jar of what almost looked like dried spices

"What's this?"

Cody pulled the jar out and shook its contents around

When no one answered, he repeated himself

"Yo," he said, louder this time, "you guys know what this is?"

Almost as soon as he showed the jar off, Ellacie stopped chasing the laser

They made what sounded halfway between a chirp and a purr, all of their attention now turned to Cody, as if, whatever was in the jar, they wanted it

"...Huh?"

Cody shook the jar again, and Ellacie practically meowed

Their long tail flicked back and forth behind them, and they tilted their cute little head to the side

"Catnip," they explained, looking up at Cody expectantly

Cody, uncertain as to what to do, looked up to the older proxies

Masky shrugged, but Hoodie seemed to hesitate

"I don't know," Hoodie answered, "How much should you give? Didn't Jack have a list of instructions for that kind of stuff?"

Cody looked at the jar of catnip, then at Ellacie, who looked up at him through long, pale lashes

And, eventually, he just shrugged

"It's just catnip—what's the harm? I'm sure it'll be fine..."

For the rest of that day, Ellacie was remarkably mellowed out

When Cody read through Jack's instructions, he realized that he maybe gave them a tad too much catnip

Jack had left some cryptic warning about doing so, but it was kind of too late for that; the damage had already been done

And so, with a dismissive shrug, he told himself he'd keep a closer eye on them, but he didn't think much more of it

It's only the following day that Ellacie started acting a bit... off

They weren't as verbal as they'd been the day before, and they seemed especially needy

They kept insisting on getting pet, and whenever they did, they purred—loudly

The proxies all assumed it was because they were getting homesick, so they did their best to accommodate them

And, really, it's not like any of them minded giving them more attention

Their fur was just as soft as it looked, if not softer, and their purrs were so comforting—how could the proxies not enjoy it?

They didn't notice that the hybrid seemed particularly eager to get scented—not that the proxies would've known what that entailed, anyways

Nor did they notice the way they subtly rubbed themselves against anything they could, or the way their shorts looked tighter around their crotch, or the way their pupils were dilated much more than usual

It's only later that night that they noticed—or, rather, heard—that something was definitely up

It was a few hours after they'd gotten to bed when, through the thin walls of the cabin, they heard what sounded like whimpering from the guest bedroom

Cody was the first to investigate, but once in front of the pet's closed door, he was too nervous to walk in

He didn't want to invade their privacy, despite being concerned, and while he was standing there, hesitating, Hoodie came by, summoned by the sound as well

"What's going on?" he asked

Cody hesitated, "I think they're... I think they're crying?"

"Crying?"

Cody nodded

"Yeah, did you see how needy they were today? I think they really miss Jack. I feel bad, I don't know what to do. I don't know if there's anything we can do"

Hoodie folded his arms over his chest

"Christ. It's only—what—the third day or something? We're not even halfway through the week and they already miss Jack that badly?"

As they were trying to think of what to do, Masky eventually joined them

"The hell are you guys doing?" he asked, his voice groggy like he’d just been on the verge of falling asleep

Both proxies turned to look at him

Cody opened his mouth to answer, but he stopped himself as a particularly loud whimper interrupted him

"We're trying to figure out how to comfort them," Hoodie finally explained. "We thought about bringing them Jack's shirt—the one that was in the duffel bag, but we can't find it. We don't know where it went"

"...What do you mean you don't know where it went?"

Hoodie shrugged, "Don't know. Guess we lost it somehow"

Masky shook his head, and the whimpering seemed to grow louder again

"Whatever," he said, "I don't think we should just leave them crying alone all night"

And so, without delaying things further, Masky reached for the handle, twisted it, and opened the door

Nothing could've prepared them for what they walked in on

The hybrid had turned the room into what could've only been described as a nest

All of the blankets and plushies Jack had packed were scattered around the bed, including Jack's missing shirt

The smell of sex and desperation was thick in the air as the hybrid—completely naked—lay at the center of it all

Flushed and panting with their head down and their ass up, they were grinding on a pillow like their life depended on it

Their tail flicked back and forth with every roll of their hips, and their ears twitched with the steady waves of pleasure

They had a dazed kind of look in their eyes, and every time they moaned and whimpered, their tongue would stick out to reveal a piercing none of the proxies had even realized they had

They looked so beautifully, utterly depraved

All at once, the proxies realized; they hadn't been crying; they were in heat

“Woah…” Cody was the first to break the silence

None of them knew what to do, and they just couldn’t bring themselves to walk away

They were entranced

Every time the hybrid jerked their hips forward, the blushing tip of their cock would twitch against the pillow, and they'd make the cutest little breathy moan

And every time they would roll back, the perfect curve of their ass would peak up from behind, giving the three men the utmost tantalizing view

When they eventually noticed they were no longer alone, they looked up to find their three caretakers looking at them

But they didn't look the least bit embarrassed

Instead, they kept rutting against the pillow like they couldn’t help themselves, like they couldn’t stop

They were desperate

When they mewled out a needy plea, it’s like something within the proxies snapped

Masky was the first to act

He made his way to the bed, hooked a finger in the loop of their collar, and without saying a word, he yanked them up to a heated kiss

They whimpered against him, their thighs shaking as their cock throbbed and quivered in need

It was wrong

Even as Masky parted his lips to allow his tongue to taste theirs, he knew he shouldn't be doing this

They were EJ's pet, of all things

EJ—the demon known for being possessive, known for marking his territory and annihilating anyone who touched what was his

But Masky didn't care

If anything, it just turned him on even more, knowing that he shouldn’t be doing this

As his tongue stroked the inside of the hybrid’s mouth, he realized the roof of their mouth was barbed

Combined with their piercing clashing against his tongue and teeth, it nearly made Masky snarl

God, he wanted to claim this pet, he realized

Screw whatever consequences would follow after this; he wanted them

Hoodie, on the other hand, wasn't even thinking about EJ as he made his way to the other side of the bed

Seeing the hybrid's ass practically presented to him, he didn't hesitate to lay his hands on it

His strong, calloused finger kneaded the soft skin, only ever pausing to give the occasional playful smack and watch their flesh jiggle from the movement

All while this was happening, Cody couldn't help but stare

He watched in amazement as the hybrid shuddered between the two strong men

And when Masky yanked on their collar even harder, they whimpered, squirming and wriggling like their heat was only getting stronger

A bead of precum dribbled out from the tip of their cock, and it's like the sight of it snapped Cody out of his trance

He joined the three to wrap his hand around the hybrid's shaft

And at the contact, the hybrid immediately mewled and pushed their aching cock further into his touch

Cody hummed, all too pleased with himself

He wrapped his fist around the shaft, brought his thumb to the slit and smeared precum all over his tip

Ellacie nearly cried out against Masky, their tail going stiff as their ears twitched from the stimulation

They broke the kiss, panting, and with desperation thick in their voice, they whimpered

“Please—n-need relief”

How could Cody say no to that?

He jerked his fist to the base, then moved all the way back up again before repeating the motion

He set a slow, steady pace at first, but with every reaction he managed to pull from the pet, it only encouraged him to move faster, harder

Ellacie's face contorted in pleasure

Their eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowing in concentration as their otherwise pale face flushed with heat

They arched their back up, and it gave Masky the perfect opportunity to lean down and suck their nipple

It made them moan so much louder

They were utterly shameless in how vocal they were being—and it spurred the proxies on so much more

Hoodie gave another smack!—harder, more punishing this time—and the hybrid’s body nearly vibrated from the feeling

They'd never gotten this much attention all at once—it was overwhelming

Try as they might to express that they needed to be filled, every time they opened their mouth, all that would escape were breathy whimpers and desperate little pants

But even despite that, it wasn't difficult for the proxies to guess what they wanted

One final smack! to their ass, and then Hoodie hummed out, "You're going to be a good little kitty, aren't you?"

Ellacie nodded eagerly as they whimpered, trying to wriggle their ass closer up against him

They needed him to claim them

"Atta kitty~" came his husky response, followed by the sound of him pulling his zipper down and undoing his pants

His cock twitched between their asscheeks, and with another whine, Ellacie tried to grind themselves against him

Hoodie, noticing what they were trying to do, chuckled

He manhandled them up onto his lap, and it's only then, only once he raised them off the pillow, that Masky and Cody finally saw what else was between their legs

"Jesus, fuck," Masky groaned at the sight

He undid his own pants, freeing his heavy cock, with his sight zeroed in on the prize

"They have—they have both!?"

Cody couldn't believe what he was seeing

Beneath their cock was a slit, complete with a clit and a wonderfully inviting entrance

Their pussy was dripping with arousal, their folds red and swollen and their pretty clit perfectly on display

Hoodie, feeling their slick smear over his thighs, tapped his cock between their legs

He hummed in pleasant surprise at what he felt, and then he rubbed his cock between their folds, getting it soaked in their juices with a huff like a moan

"Fuck, no wonder Jack's been hiding them from us. Greedy bastard just wanted them all to himself, didn't he?"

A few more taps between their legs was all the waiting he could handle before finally spearing them onto his cock

The hybrid mewled as Hoodie finally took them from behind

Their open hole clenched and fluttered around nothing, looking all the more enticing to the two proxies in front of them

Once their ass was completely stuffed, their eyes glazed over, mouth falling open in a silent moan, and they already looked so deliciously fucked

Masky didn't hesitate before bringing his own tip up and down their open slit

He moved their thighs down onto his shoulders, and in one simple motion, he pushed all the way into them

The pet cried out in bliss, their head falling back and their mouth falling open once again

"A-ah!~"

Cody realized he couldn't take any more

He didn't want to be left out—he wanted them wrapped up around his dick too

At the sight of their parted lips, panting and moaning to reveal that tongue piercing—how could Cody not want to fuck their mouth?

So as Masky and Hoodie both used Ellacie at their own separate paces, Cody shifted his attention to their mouth

They looked so, so sinfully cute all fucked-out taking two dicks at once

And Cody could only imagine how perfect they'd look taking three

Every time they bounced from the thrusts, Cody used the opportunity to smack his tip against their cheek

He smeared precum over their face, and the next time they moaned, he tapped his cock against their tongue and into their mouth

As soon as they closed their mouth, Cody swore he saw stars

The feeling of their barbed mouth combined with the piercing was heaven

His hips jerked forward of their own accord, and he moaned

He could see why Jack liked his pet so much

He knew he should probably be gentle; he should probably take it slow and easy considering they were also busy satisfying two other men

But fuck, he couldn’t help it

Hands tangling in their soft white hair near their twitching ears, he used his grip as leverage to pump himself in and out of their lips

Ellacie had already felt stuffed before, but now—now it was like their brain had completely turned to mush

They were euphoric

Their eyes rolled back, spit and drool dribbling down onto their chin as their slick and precum made a mess between their thighs

They kept clenching around both men, and every time Masky pushed his hips forward, their cock would rub against his stomach, giving them even more stimulation

They knew they couldn’t last long—how could they?

The combination of everyone going at a different pace was beyond overwhelming

Masky brought his hands up to pinch at their nipples, and Cody cursed out a slew of filthy praises as his dick hit the very back of their throat

They gagged, tears threatening to spill, and almost as if to make up for their lack of oxygen, Hoodie reached around to jerk their dick off

If Cody wasn’t already halfway down their throat, their moan would’ve been the loudest one yet

But now all that escaped was a muffled vibration, which had Cody stuttering and doubling over to grip at the crown of their head

As if he couldn't help himself, he forced them all the way down until their nose was touching his pelvis

“J-jesus—fuck!—“

Choking on the youngest proxy had their walls tightening

Masky and Hoodie groaned as it felt like they were sucking them in—almost unbearably so

When Hoodie murmured out the praise of them being a "good, filthy little kitty~" it was all the encouragement they needed to spill over

All of their muscles tightened at once

Their nerves burned from the simulation

Body moving of its own accord, their hips jerked forward and they came—hard

Their sex tensed and they released their seed all over themselves

Masky cursed at the sight—god, they looked so absolutely filthy

His pace grew more frantic, like all he could think about was adding his own touch to the mess

And when the additional stimulation had Ellacie clenching—hard—it was enough to bring Hoodie over the edge as well

With a low, gravelly cuss, the proxy slammed all the way into them— until his balls were nearly touching their slit

And his dick twitched and throbbed between their walls as he finally released his cum as deeply as he possibly could inside EJ's beloved pet

Their incessant moans and whimpers were also becoming too much for Cody to handle

When he looked down to find their blissed-out expression, looking so fucking sinful, he couldn’t help himself either

He came as well—halfway in their mouth, and the other half splattering on their face

His seed dripped down onto their chest, adding to the mess they'd already made over themselves

And then all it took was a few more thrusts from Masky before, like Cody, he also spilled himself partly inside their sex and partly on the hybrid

There was so much of it

Really, it was like the three had done it on purpose; they'd all covered the pet as if they were marking their new territory

Once everyone's climaxes died down, the proxies all pulled away from Ellacie to enjoy the sight

The hybrid had never gotten covered in so much cum at once

They were reduced to a twitching, satisfied mess, and they looked too dazed to properly form a thought—much less a coherent sentence

Hoodie chuckled

He was holding back the urge to snap a picture of them—just to serve as a reminder

“Y’know," he hummed, "I usually offer something to clean up, but maybe they should stay like that for a while. I like the way it looks on them~”

Masky snorted

He gathered cum between two fingers and smeared it across their chest and nipples, and then brought it up to their mouth for them to taste it

When they did so without hesitating, Masky realized he wanted to go for another round

“Y’know, maybe pet sitting isn’t all that bad, after all,” he decided

"Maybe EJ should drop them off to us more often from now on~"

#creepypasta #crp #creepypasta smut #Masky #hoodie #x virus

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the-nameless-poet · 9 months ago

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My Fuzzy little Problem

summery : Somehow your boyfriend roped you into becoming an animagi alongside the marauders. And now you can't get enough of your Animagus form. You find it extremely comforting So you often like to hangout in your Animagus form.

James Potter x Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff.

You love roaming around in your animagus form, honestly a bit too much. And usually James is incharge while you turn into the furry little cuteness. And it's become so normal that the students at Hogwarts has started to believe that James has a little furry cat as his pet.

You're always sitting on his shoulder or sometimes even on the top of his head, apparently you find his unruly hair fluffy and comfortable. A lot of time you make him wear his hoodie backwards and just hang around in the hood and rub your little nose against his chin.

James also finds it extremely comforting when all you want to do is snuggle with him. He loves to cuddle up to you after his quidditch matches in your normal human body but sometimes when he wakes up he finds that you had shifted into your animagus form and had curled up on his chest emitting loud purrs in your sleep.

He would simply smile down at your cute kitten face and just hold you close to his chest, his extremely soft hoodie cuddling you closer as you wake up with a big yawn because of the little shift in his body.

Even when James is roaming around the black forest in his animagus form, you love to sit on the back of the elegant stag and explore the forest with your curious eyes, meowing when you see something interesting. And after a while Prongs would sit you both down under a large tree on top of a cliff that you both found one day, while strutting around the forest lands, as you played with his giant magnificent antlers. Climbing up on them or finding a perfect curve to hang between or just tap them with your fuzzy little paw. Prongs would bring his head down to lay on the ground and you'd gently walk up to him and boop or lick his snoot in affection as he looked unimaginably adorable with that innocent deer-like face and big brown doe eyes.

Today, was just another day for you. Though for James, it wasn't. It was Friday, meaning his quidditch practice. And as the year was nearing its end, the quidditch cup stood in the schedules of all students. Your finals had been completed, it was the last week before the summer holidays. James was working his arse off as the captain of the gryffindor quidditch team. He wanted to make sure that this year he will be the one bearing the quidditch cup in his hands. He wanted needed to feel that pride as he held the quidditch cup in the air, while looking at the beaming smile on your face as you sported a prideful glint in your eyes and gazed up at him.

But today maybe he had pushed his limits. He was exhausted and could barely move. All he wanted was to go back to his dorm and cuddle up to you.

While James was contemplating his life choices in his quidditch locker room. You were in need of a warm cozy Friday evening. After all you had worked very hard for last whole month preparing for your finals.

You entered James' dorm, knowing you won't find him there. So, you changed into your animagus form and entered his dorm.

At first you thought there was no one in the dorm present. But then you looked over at Rem's bed and saw him snuggled up against fuzzy blanket in his big sweater, his head tucked soundlessly in the fluffy pillow. You were best friends with marauders before you and James became a thing. So, it was normal for you to cuddle up to one of them. You decided that Remus' bed looked way much more cozy than James' as for now. So you made your way towards it.

You jumped up and landed right next to the sleeping Wolf's hand. You wiggled your way between his arms and he woke up slightly by the feeling of something shifting against him.

"Oh hi there." He mumbled sleepily as he shifted you in a more comfortable position and scratched lightly behind your ears and soon you were lulled to sleep.

An hour or so later you were woken up by a loud slam of door. Your body jerked in fear as you had been woken up very rudely by your boyfriend.

"Sorry, didn't know you were sleeping. But my hands are full..." James offered a sheepish smile as he set his broom and quidditch kit down.

You immediately hopped off Remus' bed and jumped on James as he sat down on his own bed for a while. He smiled down at you tiredly.

"Hey there, my fuzzy little problem." You meowed disapprovingly at that name. James chuckled, seeing the little scowl on your face.

"Alright. I won't call you that." He put his hands up in surrender as you showed off your claws.

James patted your head for a while and chatted with Remus about his new book. After a while he sat you down on his bed and giggled as you let out another disapproving meow.

"Sorry, bub. But I really have to take a shower and then we can cuddle, Kay?" As James went inside as you heard clomping of paws running towards you. Looked at the door and saw an overly excited black dog run up to you.

He looked up at you and you booped his snoot with your paw. He tried his fake attempts to clamp at your little paw and in return you smacked him on his head. It was yours and Sirius' way to say hello. James and Remus often found it weird but thought it was adorable none the less.

Padfoot soon went away and settled himself on Remus' bed as Remus scratched his belly and gave him patts.

By the time James returned you were curled up on his bed and Remus was cuddling with Padfoot and both had already fallen asleep.

James gently picked you up in his arms like a baby and you rested your head on his shoulder as he pulled out some blankets and pillows. After he was done, he laid you both down on the bed and you nuzzled your head in his biceps.

"Darling, can you turn back. I really need you to hold me. I'm tired." He mumbled. His lips pouted and his eyes were barely staying open. You turned back into your human form without missing a beat.

You quickly took James in your arms and laid his head on your chest as you gently ran your fingers through his curly hair, peppering kisses on his forehead.

As you gently rubbed your hand from the nape of his neck down to his shoulders you felt his breathing slow down and you looked down at him to see he was fast asleep with his head buried in your breasts wearing the most adorable look on his face as he exhaled slowly out of the curve of his pink lips.

And just looking at his sleeping form, you knew you were in complete love with this man. He was everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed.

"I love you." You couldn't help but whisper to him. And what you didn't expect was the lazy smile gracing his lips as he nuzzled further unconsciously in your chest.

#harry potter #james potter #james potter x reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #the marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #hogwarts houses #harry potter x reader #i love harry potter #animagus #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #wolfstar #remus x sirius

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chaos-in-deepspace · 20 days ago

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LADS Xavier: Cat Nap | SFW

Just a quick thing I wrote up before work because I'm brain rotting on cat men rn. Also Grammarly corrected this one so hopefully there's no typos but I'm already running late for work so I ain't got time so ENJOY.

Pairings: Xavier x Reader Warnings: Cat Xavier Fluff Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Xavier

The door to your apartment opened with the smallest click; the noise echoed through it, causing Xavier’s ears to twitch as they perked up. He had been lying contently on the couch, curled up with a pillow held against his chest while the sun bore down just right on him. He let out a yawn as he tried to peer over to the entryway, hearing the rustling of keys and your shoes as you took them off and put them over by the door. His tail swayed lazily behind him as he propped his chin on the armrest of the soda, just waiting to see your form coming around the corner.

The soft padding of your feet drew nearer until he could finally see you. He didn’t realize he had been tensed up when he heard the door, but it was apparent the moment his entire body became more relaxed as you slowly approached him. He wanted attention, and that was for sure, and you were always more than happy to give it to him.

“Are you really taking a nap again? Weren’t you asleep when I left for work earlier?” you asked with a laugh, running your hands through his hair. He was almost purring when your hand came into contact with one of his ears, your touch gentle as you scratched right behind it.

“I can’t help it; you turned me into a cat,” Xavier said, leaning up into your palm. While it was true that you accidentally turned him into a cat boy three days ago using a new evol wand that you got as a prize, he was still always taking naps. Nothing really had changed other than the fact that he wasn’t going to work until he was back to normal, which would depend on when the wand would finish being repaired, as it broke the moment you used it.

You laughed, pinching the tip of his ear, and he let out a gasp, ducking his head more into the cushions. His blue eyes watched your hand with keen interest, almost wondering if you’d be doing it again. His ears were sensitive, and you knew that. It was why you had so much fun playing with them in the first place. “Really, again?” Xavier mumbled. He could see as you slowly came around to the other side of the sofa, sitting down on it and relaxing into the cushions.

Xavier didn’t even bother asking as he got closer to you and placed his head right onto your lap. His ears twitched as he looked at you, waiting for you to pet him. A small laugh escaped you as you went back to playing with his hair, your nails scratching gently on his scalp. This time, a nice, subtle purr came from his chest as he melted into your touch, savoring every moment of it.

“You know, I think in another life, you were a cat.” You mentioned noticing just how content he was despite the current situation. He really was just a sleepy cat who was always wanting your attention. Just the other night, he had been rubbing up against you until you finally gave him and cuddled with him. He was adorable, and you almost wished the wand would never be fixed so you could keep this version of Xavier forever.

Xavier grabbed your wrist and placed the palm of your hand against his cheek, nuzzling into it as he closed his eyes. You watched his nose wiggle a bit as he sniffed your scent; the faint floral smell invaded his senses, the same perfume that Tara had accidentally gotten on you earlier that day. “I like this smell.” He murmured, licking right on your wrist.

“I wish I could tell you what it was.” You laughed, “Tara was trying to spray herself, but the nuzzle was pointed at me. I used my arms to block my face, and it got all over them.” This got a laugh from Xavier as he continued to lick at your wrist. A small shiver went down your spine at the odd sensation. His tongue wasn’t dry like a cat, so it was still a bit slimy and left a wet trail over the skin there.

“Having fun?” you finally asked after a moment. His eyes finally opened and flicked over to you. You then watched as he gently nipped at your wrist just enough to have you flinching back, “Ow, Xayxay…” you said, the ending of his nickname coming out as a whine, “Did you really have to bite me?”

“I’m just a cat; what do you want from me.” He had a small pout on his lips and you could see the way his tail was swaying happily behind him. You shook your head and adjusted yourself; Xavier let out a small whine at your new position, trying to get comfortable again.

“You know, we could just cuddle in bed. I wouldn’t mind a nap after work.” You said, looking at the clock. It was only three in the afternoon since you had to go into the office extremely early. It was nice to get off at a normal, human hour instead of late at night after fighting wanderers all day.

Xavier didn’t bother responding. Instead, his hand was seeking out your own again. You moved it out of his reach, and you watched him go for it again. His new quirks were always amusing, and you were wondering briefly just how cat-like he could get. If he’d be like this for another day, perhaps you’d invest in a laser point. You let him take your hand again, and he kissed your palm, his ears flat against his head as he looked at you with a pleading expression.

“Lay down here with me.” He said, his tone almost coming out a little whiny. You sighed as you adjusted again, getting him off your lap as you lay down. His head found your chest where he relaxed, his arms around your torso like you were a giant plushie, “This is better…”

“Alright, but we’re only napping for a little. We still need to get dinner ready.” You reminded him, but you were only met with the gentle sound of his snoring as he passed out on you.

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ronearoundblindly · 29 days ago

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Love Bites

Steve Rogers x shapeshifter!Reader

Summary: In animal form as Bucky's buddy, Alpine, you toy with his handsome house guest overnight...

Warnings for horrible puns, use of petnames (unintentionally sexual), teasing and innuendo, bit of body worship through lusty thoughts. Yeah, I get that this might be a bit weird for pet parents, but also, is it? You know we all want to snuggle Steve in any form.

"Alright, sweetheart," Steve groans, gently pushing you away from licking his face, "let’s go to bed, okay? It's sleep time."

But you don't want to sleep. You want to rub all over him. You want to feel his broad palm across your body and his meaty fingers in your fur.

The compromise is to fall against his chest, cheek smearing over his on your way down.

Steve chuckles while tucking you under his arm. The weight of it soothes you, making you purr, and he absently scratches at your chin in encouragement.

"You like that, baby girl?"

Staring up at his glittering eyes, their own starry night in the dark, his hair shining silver in the moonlight, your eyes grow heavy in comfort, in the peace simple affection delivers straight into your veins like a catnip high.

You're overwhelmed by the hard line of his chest along your back and the drag of his hand down your belly to still you.

No. That's not what you want.

For a split second, you think you should do it; you should change back, unfurl into the grown woman who could do more with those broad, meaty paws taunting you now, but you strike back against the urge.

It's too soon. Steve and Bucky won't understand. You can't risk losing the only safe home you've known.

A quick flicker of fear grasps you hard. What if they're never ready for the truth? What if this is all you get?

Then...you must relish him not push your luck.

Your back legs coil and bunny-kick at his forearm draped over you.

"Hey," Steve softly yelps, "I thought we were doing good. I'm not--" your fluffy paws grab onto him before he gets too far away "--oh okay, doll. Make up your mind."

He snorts in fake annoyance, settling you higher on his chest to plant a kiss between your ears.

"That's it, good girl."

But you're not a 'good girl.' You're lying to him, to them both, and you wish he knew that, so you nip at the knuckle closest to you, brandishing teeth and claws but not sinking into his flesh.

He lets go on instinct, giving you leave to do whatever you want.

You stand, stretch your back and legs, and chirp, sharply, several times. You look him over while he lays open and paralyzed until you make your decision.

Steve points over his shoulder. "That way?" He tentatively rolls over onto his back, and you immediately jump, kneading furiously at his muscled pecs.

"Ouch, honey. Soft paws on the nipples, yikes..."

What a wuss.

You'll make it your mission to break him in. Guaranteed.

This time, you sooth him with a bite to his perfect jaw, purring, never ceasing your massage.

Steve rests his head back on the pillow. "Fine. Whatever you want," he mumbles, starry eyes going dark as they close, moonbean locks relaxing to his forehead, hands petting your sides until you cave in exhaustion.

Whether it's you keeping him or him keeping you, the both are pinned in place all night long.

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svnarin · 9 months ago

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⊹˚₊‧ ATTENTION

xavier thinks that your recently adopted cat is taking your attention away from him. spoilers: xavier just doesn't want to share your attention, even if it's just with a cat.

“uh xavier, why are you having a staring contest with our cat?” you ask, tilting your head as you look at what is in front of you—xavier holding your cat up in the air, staring intently into the cat’s soul while it meows and purrs in his hold.

“i just realized something…this cat has been hoarding all your attention these past few days,” xavier responds without batting an eye on you as he still holds your cat up in the air.

xavier is definitely jealous of your cat. petty, right? you cannot blame him, though, because even before you adopted your cat together, he was the og housecat in this household—your oversized housecat to be specific.

don’t get xavier wrong because he actually liked the idea of the two of you adopting your first together. and when the two of you finally adopted one, he also ended up loving it—he just did not expect that your cat would “take” your attention away from him.

before, xavier could always cuddle with you on the bed or couch and he always had your hands ruffling his hair while you were both cuddling. your hands are always just on him and nothing else, but now? he can’t even cuddle with you without your hand petting your cat. sometimes, you would even bring your cat on your lap to pet it or play with it, which prevents him from lying his head on your lap as he reads a book like he usually does.

“xavier, wait…are you jealous of our cat?” you can’t help but give out a chuckle.

“hey, don’t laugh at me,” xavier protests as he tries to hide his embarrassment by averting his eyes from yours.

“oh c’mon, xavier. our cat likes you.” you walk right up to xavier. “just look at it.” you point at your cat. “see? it’s staring at you with round pupils and it’s purring in your hold,” you point out, taking the cat from his hold before putting it down. and just right after putting it down, your cat walks toward you and rubs itself on your ankle.

you are about to crouch down and pet it when all of a sudden xavier hugs you from the back as he rests his head on your nape. “if we had only adopted a plushie instead, i would still have all your attention,” he muttered.

“you sure about that?” you tease xavier, making him huff.

“hm…anyway, do you want to go to destiny café? it’s been so long since we last went there,” xavier hums on your nape.

“oh, i would love to! but…what about our cat? it might get lonely and cry if there’s no one home to keep it company…”

it’s that cat again, xavier thought. don’t get him wrong—he loves the cat you two adopted much as you love it too; he just thinks that it is stealing all your attention away from him. he hates to admit it, but it is making him a little bit jealous—that is what he thinks. in his defense, he is only a little bit jealous, even though in reality, it is not like the cat is taking all your attention away from him—he just has to share your attention with it.

“but don’t worry, xavier! i was actually thinking of buying a cat backpack so that we can bring our cat with us, so maybe let’s wait for it to arrive instead?”

xavier just hummed but didn’t exactly respond to your question. you can’t see it from your perspective, but from your nape, he is eyeing your cat—thinking that it is his nemesis that has finally brainwashed you into bringing it on your date. now he thinks he really has to do something about it.

just as you were enjoying the company of xavier on your back and your cat on your feet, the cat started meowing at the two of you all of a sudden. looking at your wall clock to check the time, you realize that it is already time for your cat to eat, leading you to remove xavier’s hands from your waist before walking to the kitchen to feed your cat as it follows you from behind.

just right after you go into the kitchen to feed your cat, xavier immediately pulls out his phone from his pants before starting to type on it, seeming like trying to chat with someone.

you walk right towards the couch in your living room to lay on it right after you feed your cat. xavier immediately notices it, finding it as a chance for him to finally get physical affection from you and solo it while your cat is eating and leading him to lay on top of you just like a cat.

“xavier, you are such a housecat,” you chuckle as you ruffle his hair.

“yeah, yeah, i’m your housecat—your first housecat. now, just focus on me.”

“mhm.”

it didn’t even take much time when you heard your cat start meowing. it seems like it is finally done eating. how fast, xavier thinks, feeling a little bit annoyed that he now has to share your attention with it again.

your cat jumps on the couch and then to xavier before resting itself like a loaf of bread on xavier’s back.

“see? our cat really likes you.”

“yeah, yeah. now don't pet it and ruffle my hair instead. also go ready yourself in a few minutes because we’re going out.”

“go out? but what about the ca—” ding dong—you never got to end your sentence when the doorbell rang all of a sudden.

“seems like he came to the apartment earlier than i thought he would.”

“xavier, who was that?”

“caleb.”

“uh, since when did you even get caleb’s phone number?”

“no more questions,” xavier responds as he taps the cat from his back, making it jump off of him so that he can open the door for caleb. he stands up from the couch before looking at you with a smile. “don’t you think we also need some alone time with each other, yeah? now go get yourself ready because we are going out for the rest of the day. my treat.”

you didn’t get the chance to question xavier any further since he had already gone to the door to open it for caleb, so you did what he just asked you and went to the bedroom to get yourself ready.

“thanks for coming all the way here, caleb.”

“no worries, xavier. anything for pip-squeak,” caleb laughs as he taps on xavier’s shoulder before crouching to pick up your cat and petting it in his arms.

just right after you finished readying yourself, you were immediately greeted by caleb as soon as you got into the living room. “caleb, it’s so good to see you!” you come up to hug him. “how’s grandma doing? aren’t you busy? i’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“what? no! don’t be sorry, pip-squeak. plus, i was about to swing by here anyway. and don’t worry, grandma is doing just well.”

“but what brings you here exactly?” you ask.

“well, xavier told me that he needs someone to look after your cat since you haven’t had a good walk around linkon city ‘cause no one can babysit your cat, so here am i.”

“you really didn’t have to do that.” you elbowed xavier playfully when the two of you were finally walking through the hallway. “be grateful caleb isn’t busy today.”

“i am grateful, you know—really grateful,” xavier chuckle. “hm, since it worked, i should probably start calling caleb to babysit our cat whenever we go out on a date so that i can have all your attention to myself.”

“seriously, xavier?” you laugh.

“you bet. now don’t even think about buying that cat backpack so that you can bring our cat to our future dates.”

𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 : 𝐋&𝐃𝐒 #xavier x reader #love and deepspace x reader #lads x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #lads xavier

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thecapricunt1616 · 2 months ago

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Kinktober Day 9 🎃

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): He continued to rut his hips in and out of your mouth, grunting hotly “god sound so fuckin-“ he grabbed the back of your head, forcing you down further so you’d gag and choke around him “so fuckin hot chokin’ on me like that baby” you pulled off, coughing into your arm and wiping your face

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Eeeee! It's day 9/31 of kinktober! I am queuing this in the drafts on 10/3 & I feel like i'm so behind! Aaaa! Trust and believe that I am writing as quick as I can though! Cooking up more fluffy smutty angsty goodness for the rest of the month! I hope you enjoy todays rendition of kinktober 2024 with our beloved short king Lip! :D BTW If you'd like to see my schedule/masterlist for this celebration click right 🎃here🎃; & if you'd like to also check out my masterlist for Promptober 2024 click right 🦇here🦇. & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.0k+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Dirty talk, smut, M-oral (receiving), a little bit of degradation, pet names, no use of y/n! 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀

“Look a’you mmm? Such a pretty thing with a mouth full’a dick” Lip purrs, scooping his thumb around your swollen slick bottom lip that was wrapped around his shaft, collecting a glob of saliva and sucking it off his thumb sensually.

He continued to rut his hips in and out of your mouth, grunting hotly “god sound so fuckin-“ he grabbed the back of your head, forcing you down further so you’d gag and choke around him “so fuckin hot chokin’ on me like that baby” you pulled off, coughing into your arm and wiping your face

“Y’bein’ mean now” you smirked a bit, knowing damn well that you both enjoyed when Lip got a little mean with you.

“Awwww and when did you turn into such a little fuckin baby? Cut the act you love when I fuck you like a whore. Hands and knees” he ordered and you quickly got up, getting on your hands and knees on the springy mattress covered in navy jersey sheets.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it why assume that?” You arched your back pretty for him, looking back with your cheek smushed to the mattress. He smirked, his hand coming down on your ass hard causing you to yelp in pain, which he soothed a bit by roughly grabbing your cheek and rubbing the flesh before spreading you open.

“Oh you fuckin like it” he spit on your already dripping hole, enjoying the way it ran over your folds and clit, causing you to clench around nothing. “Soooo fuckin eager f’my cock mmm?” He lined himself up, thrusting in until your hips smashed together.

You buried your face in the mattress as it contorted in pleasure, crying out as he roughly grabbed your hips, using them as handles to fuck you back on his thick length. He grunted hotly, head falling back as he picked up his pace.

“Jeeeesus fuckin Christ baby take my cock like you were made for it” he breathes, fucking into you harder and you laid there nearly drooling onto his sheets, getting fucked absolutely brainless.

“God fuckin look a’me. Look a’me while I fuckin wreck this pussy” he let go of one of your hips to pull your hair into a ponytail in the grip of his fist, pulling you into a deeper arch so he could better see your face.

Your eyes were squeezed shut in bliss, jaw slack as you mewled and whine with each smack of his hips against the fat of your ass. Brows furrowed, panting so hard your tongue nearly fell out of your mouth like a puppy. You couldn’t even feel them, but there were streaks of tears running down your cheeks that Lip began licking away.

“F-I fucking love you” you manage out and he huffs a laugh against your cheek while his tongue laps a tear up to your cheekbone.

“Who d’you belong to, who fuckin owns you?” He breathed against your temple, thrusting more upwards so with each stroke he would be rutting against your gspot. You sobbed in pleasure, back arching more into him and hips beginning to shiver. A whiny cry left your throat when the hand with a bruising grip on your hip momentarily released to spank your other cheek in a way that the harsh slap bounced off the walls.

“You lip-fuck, lip-Lip Gallagher fucking owns me” you sobbed, and he grunts hotly, letting go of your hair to resume the hold on your other hip and you practically melt into the bed, ass up face down.

“Fuck- say that shit again- say it baby” he bit his lip roughly, his hands sliding up the curve your waist and squeezing it greedily.

“Lip fucking Gallagher owns me” you said louder and he moans, sliding his hands under you to cup your breasts. He squeezes them, tugging at your nipples and rolling them between his fingers causing you to clench around him in a way that made his abs flex.

“Jesus fucking Christ” he pulls you up so your back was flush to his chest, continuing to thumb at your nipples as he thrusts up “I own-this-fuckin-pussy“ he accentuates each word with a deep thrust. “I want everyone to fuckin know it baby, I want you to scream let everyone know how good I fuck this pussy mmm? How good I take care of my pretty things” he purrs in your ear, his right hand coming up and wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off a bit of blood but not your supply of air.

“I’m-mmmh I’m f-fucking cumming” you stutter out, feeling that red hot coil settled in your pelvis about to snap. He groans in excitement, other hand sliding down your stomach, finding your throbbing nub and rubbing in tight firm circles, the action causing you to choke out a cry.

“W’as that pretty girl? C’mon- louder, I want everyone to know” he said in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“Lip- fuck- fuck lip!” You cried, heat clenching and releasing around his cock in a way that made him bite harder on his bottom lip to keep from cumming.

“Say it- cmon fuckin say it” he grunted, thrusting harder.

“I’m fucking cumming!” You shout, as much as you could with his hand still around your throat. Your head fell back on his shoulder as your hips quiver, fucking you through it and moaning into your hair when he felt you gush around him, dripping down over his balls.

“God I fuckin love when I get you to fuckin cream all over me, shiiit im getting close-“ he pants, pushing you down on the bed and holding a wrist pinned behind your back as he drills you into the mattress. With each thrust, the headboard taps more like slams into the wall and the mattress squeaks under your weight.

“Who else fucks you like this? Mmm? Tell me baby who else can slut you out like this?” He asked cockily, knowing the answer already but loving to have his ego stroked, especially by you.

“No one- no one daddy, only you” you cry into the mattress, gasping in pleasure when you feel his warmth fill your deepest parts.

“Tha’s right. Fuckin own you, my fuckin girl”.

Fin

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magicalbats · 2 months ago

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Kinktober Day 8: Dottore & Pantalone x Reader

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 4652

Warnings: Afab!reader, cat girl reader, body horror elements, mentions of genetic modification & surgery, pet play, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, fucking machine

A/N: As always anything I write for the Harbinger's tends to skew towards the dark so be mindful of the tags, everyone! Also this is why I need them to hurry up and release more content that features Pantalone, I could not find a pic where these two were photoshopped together lmao

⭐

Sometimes Dottore finds himself wondering why he even bothered creating you in the first place.

It’s certainly not so he can watch you shamelessly rub up against Pantalone’s legs in a supplicating gesture for attention — the exact same attention you regularly eschewed when it was coming from him — nor was it so he could continuously find tufts of your fur caught on all of his clothes. Even the ones he’d never worn around you were mysteriously inundated with the clinging hairs, which was particularly remarkable given how little fur you actually had on your body.

Pondering this conundrum, he doesn’t immediately notice that Pantalone is speaking again until something he says jolts the doctor out of his thoughts.

“What did you just say?”

The bespectacled man sitting across from him on the spacious sofa in Dottore’s office tips his head in a curious manner, although the arguably polite smile on his face never so much as falters. “Hm? I was just commenting on how friendly your pet has recently become. I seem to recall her being quite skittish not all that long ago.”

Humming a curt sound of acknowledgment, Dottore shoots you a quick look.

You peer right back at him from your spot curled up on the floor at Pantalone’s feet, your cheek pressed into the carefully ironed line of his dark pant leg. Something about the way you meet his gaze despite the barrier of his hook beaked mask standing in the way speaks of an audacity that almost manages to irritate him. It was the sort of gall only a cat could embody, either by nature or through an inflated sense of superiority that was rarely ever warranted.

But if he’d wanted a pet that would cower and look at him with blind obedience rather than silent, judgmental contempt then he should have used a dog to genetically modify you into existence instead.

What’s done was already done though, so there wasn’t any point in lingering on it unnecessarily. Lifting his attention, Dottore looks over at his fellow Harbinger again. “I can see that. But what did you say afterward? I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch it, or perhaps my ears are simply playing tricks on me.”

“Ah, that.” Relenting with a soft chuckle, Pantalone reaches down to idly pet over your head. The faint vibration of a purr rises up as you tip into the indulgent motion, ears twitching eagerly in demand of more scritches. “I just made a joke that perhaps it was getting to be that time of year for her. I’m never quite sure what any of your miraculous experiments are capable of though, so perhaps that doesn’t apply here?”

Lifting a thoughtful hand to his chin, Dottore turns that over for all of half a second. “No, there's every possibility that she’ll still be susceptible to the same biological cues as her feline counterparts. I didn’t omit any of the genetic hard coding for that when I spliced her together but I also didn’t go out of my way to include it either. It’s hard to say for sure right this moment but …”

He sends you another considering glance but this time you’re much too distracted by Pantalone’s hand and the way it’s rubbing at the spot just behind your conically pointed ears to notice him looking you over. By his estimate you were very close to being evenly split between the two halves, which was just as he’d wanted it. Neither a simple girl who could bore him to death with an endless stream of prattling nor a true cat that would easily expire under his care. In truth he’d initially wanted to use you as a personal assistant after spending a few dozen decades with only his own clones for company.

Unfortunately you’d proven to be just a bit too simple for him to trust with sharp pointy objects and he’d had to give up on the idea quickly enough. He still recognized that you weren’t completely without worth though, medical marvel that you were, and looking at you now … he’d take a guess that there was about a fifty-fifty chance you’d inherited a cat's natural mating drive and all that came with it.

The thought intrigues him a great deal more than he would have expected it to. Certainly this was a rather foolish endeavor to undertake when he compared it to all of the other projects and experiments he wanted to dabble in, but for an afternoon dalliance this didn’t sound too terribly lackluster.

Allowing his mouth to curl into a brief smile, Dottore lifts his attention to fix back on Pantalone again. “What a fascinating idea, Regrator. Are you quite certain you have no interest in science?”

Pantalone tips his head again, but in a rather quizzical manner this time. “Ah? I’m afraid I can’t claim to have the same aptitude for such pursuits as you do, Doctor. I’m sure I’d be nothing but a hindrance in your search for answers.”

“Oh, that’s just not true at all. Almost anyone can fill the role of assistant, at least, and I see a wealth of untapped potential in you on top of that. You’re of a sharp mind to match that sharp tongue of yours.”

“You flatter me greatly, Doctor.”

Eager and grinning, Dottore shifts to the edge of his high backed chair and leans forward to brace his forearms across his knees, bringing the hands together in a loose clasp.

“You.” He intones, earning a languid glance from you, though it’s obvious you were still far more interested in his colleague than in him. No matter though. He would correct that soon enough. “Come over here kitten, and I suggest you do not dawdle.”

For a moment it looks like you’re simply going to ignore him in the proficient way cats do where they give no sign at all of having heard their masters bidding and simply go about their business as usual. Luckily for you, however, the human part of your brain has enough reasoning and cognitive abilities to understand the imperative nature of an order, and you reluctantly push away from Pantalone to get on your hands and knees.

Deliberately slow, you crawl closer to him across the floor with a wary look on your face and your long tail flickering stiffly behind you to indicate your displeasure at having been summoned away from the banker. Such an obvious display of clear disrespect would have been enough for just about anyone else to win themselves a rather unfortunate end at his hands, but Dottore was well acquainted with the physiological behaviors of felines. The fact you were coming to him at all was a small testament to his unmatched abilities as a scientist.

Of course he would’ve liked you to be a bit more intelligent but, he supposed, that was his own fault for choosing a cat rather than something more inclined towards cleverness. A raven, perhaps, would have been the better choice. As long as he issued orders that were short and to the point you understood him well enough though, and he feels a sharp smile pulling at his mouth now as you come to kneel before him.

Reaching out, Dottore places a gloved palm on top of your head, flattening your ears before dragging it down across your neck and back. The way you shirk and dramatically hunch your spine inward under the pressure assures him you don’t like the rough handling very much — but then he reaches the base of your tail and you promptly tip forward to jut your ass up in the air, nudging against his hand. From his elevated position over you he can see your claws coming out to prick into the rug and pull at the woven fibers but he allows it for the time being. It was a promising sign, at least.

“Does that feel good, my little experiment? You look like you’re enjoying being rubbed here.”

You issue a low, vibrating sound that human vocal cords probably shouldn’t be able to make, tail arching up and over in plain invitation. He hadn’t ever thought to toy with you in this manner before, but after seeing how receptive you were to this sort of touch he was very tempted to make it a regular part of your role here. You weren’t doing much of anything else except getting fur on all of his clothes, after all.

“That is quite interesting, isn’t it?” Pantalone murmurs, leaning forward as well to get a better look at the scene playing out before him. “Aside from the paws she looks so human. I wouldn’t have expected to see this kind of reaction from her.”

“I don’t think it’s too surprising. The base of the tail has a veritable smorgasbord of receptive nerve endings which naturally feeds into the nervous system of the surrounding areas. The lower half of her spine is likely a sensitive hotspot as well, and of course that includes the genitals too by proxy. By the way, did you know,” Keeping his tone light and conversational, Dottore drags his hand lower past your twitching tail to idly rub his fingers along the center seam of the bloomers he was nice enough to let you wear. “Even humans had a tail at one time and we still carry the vestigial leftover to this day in the form of a dormant tailbone, so the anatomy was already there. I just filled in the blanks on her genetic genome to … encourage the development of this specific appendage a little bit.”

And it had been a resounding success.

Sadly the same could not be said for your feet. The human leg simply was not built the same way as a cats, and the backwards curve of your hind paws did not lend itself well to upright locomotion. You preferred to crawl as a result, occasionally going up on all fours to move quickly, but this too seemed to give you some amount of discomfort when the joint mobility simply wasn’t there. If he’d deemed you to be well equipped for working as his assistant he would have gone through the trouble of performing surgery to try and fix the mistake in your physical deformity but it hadn’t seemed necessary after he’d realized how dull you actually were.

Besides that, it also made it that much easier to keep track of where you were at any given time when you could neither flee nor navigate anything more arduous than a flat surface without causing a great commotion. You couldn’t even successfully manage any of the doorknobs in his wing of the palace when the paws where human hands should have been were completely bereft of opposable thumbs. This meant you were effectively trapped without him having to do much of anything to ensure you couldn’t escape, and sometimes he found himself half convinced that this was the only reason he hadn’t disposed of you much earlier.

Dottore was rather glad for his own generosity on the matter though while he pets over your cunt through the thin layer of cotton to make you enthusiastically squirm at his feet. There isn’t an ounce of shame in the way you arch your back to better present yourself to him and neither did you seem all that concerned about the audience you had watching the flagrant animal display. And Pantalone, for his part in this as little more than a bystander, seemed rather fascinated with observing the curious scene.

That was why the two of them got on so well with one another. Even if he didn’t have any particular talents for scientific pursuit, the banker still recognized ingenuity and progress when he saw it.

And as he peers down at you, observing the hopeful shake of your hips when you rear back on his hand, Dottore comes to the conclusion that now was as good a time as any to test the hypothesis forming in the back of his mind. He could guess at how the genetic marriage between human and cat would affect you on a physical level, but testing it first hand was always his preferred method.

Of course he doesn’t give you any warning before he does it, simply removing his gloved fingers from between your legs, and you immediately noise a displeased sound into the room. Your claws come out in earnest now to tug fitfully at the rug even as you crane your head around to glance up at him. The expression on your face seemed to suggest you were very offended that he would take away your source of pleasure, and he grins at the sharp flick of your agitated tail.

“Oooh, don’t be upset. I’ll give you more of what you want as soon as you properly ask me for it.”

Rumbling a brief sound of annoyance, you insistently nudge your ass at him but Dottore momentarily stays his hand, deciding to merely watch what you’ll do instead.

And you don’t disappoint, your impatience showing in the way your ears twitch back against your skull as you push your upper body up from the floor. Just sitting there for a moment, you seem to think it over before the temptation proves too great and you lean heavily into his leg to rub your body against him in a coaxing manner. Now it was Dottore who you were all but plastering yourself to, and he can’t help the laugh that rises in his chest.

“I’d almost say my feelings were hurt.” Pantalone murmurs, though the ever present note of vague amusement in his voice remains.

“Yes, she’s certainly easy to win over, isn’t she?”

Not even trying to hide his satisfaction, Dottore allows his mouth to pull into a sharp toothed smile as he reaches back down again. You give a placating little mewl when you realize his hand is coming near but he just nudges your hip off him with an indelicate push so he can grab at the band of your bloomers. With one good tug, he has them rolled down over your ass to pool in the bends of your knees, exposing your bare cunt to the cool air.

A faint shudder works down your spine, tail flickering somehow more aggressively than before, but even now there isn’t so much as a hint of reticence in your body language. Had you been nothing more than a frail, stupid girl, he was sure you would have been wailing at him to stop while you tried to cover yourself. And if you were just a regular cat, well … he wouldn’t have had any such interest in your biological behaviors to begin with were that the case.

But you were a unique specimen and a highly interesting one at that, even if the end result of your creation hadn’t quite met his expectations. So he finds himself almost bordering on giddy eagerness when he directs his hand between your legs again where he softly pets over the fleshy crease of your body. The purring immediately starts up again, verbalizing your pleasure for him as you slowly start to press your chest down to the floor in another supplicating arch.

“I’d wager that must feel rather nice, doesn’t it? And to think you usually want nothing to do with me. Such a pity.”

Gradually, Dottore increases the pressure of his gloved fingers until he can feel the meaty seam starting to squish and spread under his ministrations. The direct contact against your clit makes you shudder fiercely in response, mewling a heated sound into the carpet when you press your face into it. And your tail just keeps flicking back and forth in its upright position while he caresses over you, clearly pleased with his cooperation but still impatient for the building tension in your body to reach its tipping point.

But he doesn’t want to give you that satisfaction just yet so he pulls his hand away when your breathing starts to deepen, indicating that you were getting close. Once again you mewl an unhappy sound and shake your ass demandingly at him to no avail. He merely brings his hands together between his knees and watches you fitfully squirm on the floor, enjoying the shameless display far more than he expected to.

“I’m certain you can do a better job of asking for it than that. How about you try again?” Dottore coos at you, earning himself a brief chuckle from his colleague.

“You’re a cruel one, Doctor. It’s not nice to tease her like that, is it?”

“I’m sure she’ll get over it.”

Chittering a poor little sound, you stiffly push up onto your hands and knees again and try rubbing against his leg much like the first time. When that doesn’t work though you become all the more antsy, twisting your bloomers up around your legs when you start to pace back and forth, yet you don’t stop long enough to kick them off. Evidently you were much too focused on the current state of your cunt to give it much thought, and Dottore intently watches when you finally shift towards Pantalone as if suddenly remembering he was there at all.

It’s obvious that you’re thinking about it, toying with the notion of seeking out his assistance instead and weighing the odds. He would have easily guessed you’d try your luck with the banker since you seemed to like him more anyway. To his mild pang of surprise though you decide to beseech your master once more, turning to point your cunt at him before jutting your ass up in a clear offering.

The tender plush of your body inspires a slow twitch of his cock, his lower stomach curling in anticipation of sinking himself into that tight little clutch between your thighs. That was, perhaps, an activity for later, if he found you to be worth the effort that it would entail, and preferably not when Pantalone was watching with that eternally placid smile on his face.

“Well, that’s better I suppose.”

Reaching out for you again, Dottore takes just a moment to savoringly nudge at your clit with his thumb to make you purr in appreciation. Then he moves his hand higher, easily locating your entrance at the epicenter of all the sticky slick coming out of you where he somewhat rudely bullies a long finger into your pussy. You noise a startled sound of pleasure in response but rather than trying to escape from the sudden penetration you stiffly push back on it.

Mewling rather excitedly now, you swivel your hips to grind yourself on the intrusion. Even through his glove he can feel your walls enthusiastically squeezing him, trying to suck him in deeper despite his knuckle pressing flush to your labia with nowhere else to go.

“Insatiable thing.”

“Do you suppose she’s really gone into heat then?” Pantalone queries across from him, prompting Dottore to hum in thought.

“I’ll have to examine her hormone levels later to know for certain, but given how very hot she’s internally running I wouldn’t be surprised.” He can feel that through the barrier of leather as well, your body temperature so high it seems to him that you’re burning up.

The stretch to your inner sleeve clearly comes as a great relief even for as slight as it is though, so he kindly squeezes a second finger in with the first to put more pressure on your puffed up, gummy walls. You outright keen at the addition as you fuck yourself back on his hand, pussy softly clicking in time with the restless motion.

But it’s not near enough to fully ease the ache deep within you and whatever reprieve his fingers had provided quickly appears to wear off. You get antsy and fidgety again, impatiently trying to take Dottore’s fingers harder, faster to no avail. Whining a low sound of growing distress, you finally dig your back paws into the rug and push up to brace in a true mounting position that begged for him to oblige and fuck you sensless.

“Goodness,” Pantalone murmurs, his usual brand of faux, crooning concern heavy in his voice. “I almost find myself pitying the poor thing. Isn’t there something you can do for her, Doctor?”

He turns that over for a brief moment while he idly thrusts his fingers in and out of your sloppy cunt, twisting his wrist to ensure he would hit the sensitive nerve cluster on the other side of your upper wall. You clearly appreciate it, given how loudly you keen in obvious pleasure, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Hm. I think I might have something for her but I’ll have to go fetch it. Keep an eye on her for a moment, won’t you?”

Pantalone’s head comes up at the same time yours does, but for two completely different reasons. While it was clear his fellow Harbinger was just surprised at what he’d said, you were dismayed by the sudden loss of his fingers when he withdraws them with a sticky wet slurp. And you don’t even make an attempt to hide it as you pathetically whine and meow at him as he moves to stand up, completely ignoring you now in favor of wiping his glove off on a handkerchief procured from his coat pocket.

“It will only take me but a moment. Entertain her however you see fit.” He intones before turning on his heel to step out of the office without giving either of you a chance to question or otherwise pester him any further about it.

A quick stroll down the corridor to his lab plus a few minutes spent locating the specific machine he wanted is all it takes for him to have what he needs. He’s rather pleased at his own genius to have thought of something like this and on such short notice too, and he was eager to get back to test it. In fact, he almost catches himself humming a light tune along the way.

And he’s not at all surprised to find you curled up in Pantalone’s lap when he returns with the adjustable piston tucked in the bend of his arm. He had a few guesses at how you’d managed to weasel your way into that position, particularly when you peer over at him like a disparaged orphan who’s had to seek out the comfort of strangers on the streets. How very typical of a cat, he decides as the banker glances up from where he’d been softly petting over your cunt in his stead.

“And what is this curious device?” He ventures with an accompanying quirk of his brow.

“This is nothing more than a simple piston. Not very exciting on its own, I’m afraid, and if I had the time right now I’m sure I could make a much better attachment for it. But something tells me our little kitty here won’t be too picky about what ultimately gives her what she wants.”

Practically leering under his mask, Dottore moves to set up the machine on the floor between his chair and the sofa. The long metal base is sufficiently heavy to act as a counterweight for the moving rod so he doesn’t need to worry about it unbalancing while he makes quick work of simply adjusting the angle. From his peripheral he can see you warily watching him the whole time from the safety of Pantalone’s lap but when he calls for you to come over you slide down to the floor without a fuss.

It was remarkable how quickly you’d warmed up to him after just having your pussy fingered a little bit and he makes a mental note of that as you shuffle over to inspect the device.

“Turn around.” He commands, gesturing what he wants you to do with his hand.

Giving an agitated flick of your tail, you comply with this too, further solidifying his suspicions that you were indeed quite easy to manipulate when needed. It was hard to say if you truly understood what was about to happen but the wet cunt you bare at him assures Dottore you wouldn’t have any complaints about it. And he can’t help but notice that Pantalone must have removed your bloomers for you while he was gone as they were now nowhere in sight. Good.

Bending at the waist, he takes hold of your hips to pull you back and position the center of your body directly in front of the waiting, smooth ended bar. He would have liked to use something that was better suited for you but it was the best he could do on such short notice. And you rumble a low sound of warning at his manhandling, flicking a sharp look at him over your shoulder which he mollifies with a saccharine, condescending coo.

“There, there. This should have you sorted out in no time. You’ll probably be pestering me to bring it out for you again if my hunch is correct.”

Keeping you in place with one hand, he reaches down with the other to guide the bar to your entrance. You give a startled jolt at the touch of cool metal, a new tension running through your shuddering frame, but it quickly shifts towards deep felt relief when he nudges you back to take it inside. Watching your pussy slowly stretch and open up around the foreign object fills him with a particular sort of satisfaction that makes his cock eagerly stir again. It had been a very long time since he last felt so compelled by the human body.

Well, in this case it was human-cat, wasn’t it?

“Oh my.” Pantalone softly breathes out, intently watching the same thing with a great deal of plain faced interest.

Dottore chuckles a heady sound under his breath while he reaches down to hit the button on the side of the machine that makes it whir to life. With a faintly groaning chug, the piston slowly starts to move in a sluggish thrust but it immediately seems to have your attention for as slight as it is.

Your impatient wriggling promptly stops, tail curiously flicking up while you simply kneel there through the first full motion of the pump action. Gradually the bar slides deeper into you until it reaches the end of its allotted length before withdrawing with a viscous sheen of arousal coating it now. Evidently pleased with the sensation, you shift slightly on the floor to better accept the next push of the machine and Dottore outright laughs at the appreciative purr that quickly starts up.

“Looks like I was right. You don’t care what it is as long as it’s stuffing you full, eh? Such a shameless beast I have on my hands.”

“It’s not entirely without its charm.” Pantalone chimes in.

“No,” He agrees, reaching back down to turn the knob that controls the speed. “It’s not.”

All but preening in self satisfaction, Dottore straightens up and walks over to his chair where he sits down to watch the show. The machine groans a little louder with the speed increase, rumbling softly on the floor as it works your pussy over on an endless, tireless effort that has you hungrily mewling into the air.

It may not have been what he’d created you for but it was certainly entertaining in its own right. And although he was sure to grow bored with it eventually, because he always did, for the time being at least he was quite content to listen to your messy cunt greedily suck at the piston with each and every steady thrust it takes into your body.

Perhaps when the time came and he no longer had any use for you, he’d give you to Pantalone as a gift.

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changisworld · 4 months ago

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Marking with felix

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18+, MDNI!! smut below

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sixth part of my 8 part masterlist of the extension of this & this headcanon of the members!!;3

kinks & pleasures masterlist here main masterlist here

->SMUT WARNINGS: marking(hickies & scratches) so much kissing, PIV, oral sex (f rec), fingering, slight hair pulling, teasing, edging, pet names, soft sex, praise, a tinyyyy bit of dirty talk, creampie, literally 99% smut

Ever since you first became friends with benefits with Felix, eventually even turning into lovers, he's never hid the fact how much he loves suckling on your skin, giving you little purple blotches all over your skin, & he loves nothing more than you also giving them to him back.

He is obviously an idol however, so to both of your dismay, you can't give him hickies in the same place he gives them to you, so you've both found some ways around it.

You're both laying on the L shaped couch in his dorm room, seungmin not being in the building, choosing to go out with Chan to give you both time to see each other, which you both use to your advantage, especially since it's almost impossible to get alone, especially with his schedule.

You're laying on his chiselled abs, your fingers aimlessly fiddling with the drawstrings of his joggers as his play with your hair as you both watch the anime Felix has been telling you about for weeks that you've been waiting to watch with him, but it's getting harder & harder to concentrate as your eyes land on his half hard cock, the grey sweatpants not doing much to hide it.

"How are you hard when we haven't even done anything?" you ask, giggling as you pat his hard on in a joking manner. "I can't help it! I've got you laying on me & you expect me to not get hot n bothered?" he replies, his freckled cheeks getting a pink tinge to them as he covers your eyes with his hand when you look up & laugh even more at his speck of embarrassment.

"Well I mean, Seungmin isn't home for at least another couple of hours, so we have time." you purr as you shake his hand from your face as you cup his half mast cock & you feel it twitch beneath his clothes & he lets out a small groan.

Felix doesn't verbally reply but he is quick to reposition you both so you're laying in Felix's old position & you spread your legs enough to make space for him to lay between them & lay between them he does as he nestles himself there & he is fast to lock his plush, pretty lips with yours.

You grow too desperate far too quickly, it only intensifying as he starts caressing your inner thigh as you work your tongue into his mouth & he can feel you smile against his lips & his tongue works that extra tiny bit more than yours to control the pace.

Felix shuffles your shorts down your legs, your underwear coming off with them as he stops tasting your lips & starts kissing down your jawline, not before giving your cheek multiple kisses before doing so, before he makes his way to your sweet spot at your neck & he flattens his tongue against it, sending a shiver up your entire body.

"babe, touch me, don't tease" you murmur, your eyes shut as you bask in the feeling of his touches as his small fingers drag through your folds but completely avoiding your clit, painfully slowly & you try jerk your hips just so his fingertips can rub against the area you want him most, but he is quick to bite down on your neck more harsh as a non verbal way to tell you to stop.

Felix unlatches himself from your neck, his lips coated in spit & a slightly darkened colour & he smirks & lets out a small hum to himself as he sees the two brand new hickies on your neck, almost overlapping the almost completely healed ones from almost two weeks ago.

"You look even prettier somehow when you have those all over you" he says, more so to himself than to you before he helps move your hair.

"Wanna give them to you too Lixie" you whimper, pouting as you look down at him as he shuffles your loose shirt just above your tits as he sloppily splatters some kisses on your skin there too, before letting his teeth lightly clench around your nipple, just the way you like & your legs shut around his frame & he completely moves the hand that is teasing your cunt away from it & you huff.

“me n you both, not fair you can’t” he mumbles in his deep voice as he wriggles himself down into probably his favourite position of all time, between your legs.

he’s sitting on his legs & he grabs a cushion from beside you both & you raise your hips on instinct & he lays it beneath you so your hips are raised & he settles himself between your legs, a slightly uncomfortable position for him with the way he is sitting but he wouldn’t even dream of ever letting it bother him.

Felix kisses your lower tummy, not scared to let his teeth scrape on your skin too before sucking some even more pretty purple-reddish marks into you, him making sure to not let them overlap your old ones for the best possible effect & view.

Felix admires your pussy, already wet from just him sucking on your skin & a couple of kisses & he is never not surprised at how well you react to him & his touches, always getting butterflies in his tummy at how well your body responds.

Felix blows some cold air onto your pretty clit as he spreads your folds with his fingers & giggles to himself as he watches you clench around air & he just can't even bother to try tease himself or you anymore, & he flattens his tongue on your cunt before slowly licking from the top to bottom, groaning to himself.

"Shit Lixie, feel so good, touch my clit, pretty please" you plead in a soft voice as you hold your legs open for him to get better access, which you know he appreciates, & he decides to give you what you're asking for & after getting a deeper taste of you by licking & prodding at your hole, he latches his plump lips onto your clit, suckling in a pulse pattern & he can't stop himself from slowly humping into his own legs that he's sitting on, dying for any friction he can get, but he sets it aside to enjoy the taste.

You think you can hear Felix mumble about how good you taste, humming to himself as his tongue swirl around your bud & you can't help but rock against his face.

You feel Felix bring a finger to your entrance, teasing it with his fingertip as he drags it up & down your folds, his tongue & lips refusing to give your clit a break.

"Fefe, want them in" you whimper to him as you try wriggle your hips to catch his fingers on your hole & he just hums against you as he yet again listens to you.

"you're so wet, didn't even try push me out" he groans to you as he lets go of your throbbing clit as he crawls back up your frame, his face just above yours as he slides a second finger in almost as soon as he puts the first one in & he scissors them in & out at a good pace, your favourite place & he knows it makes you melt into mush & he can feel it too.

"You're so pretty, you know that? missed you." he says in such a sweet voice, flashing you his cheeky but adorable smirk as he is smashing his fingers against your gummy spot, the palm of his hand hitting against your clit, small squelches & quiet sounding slaps of your wet pussy & his now damp hand connecting with it.

"Missed you, g-gonna cum Lix" you whimper, lifting your head to close the small gap to kiss him but he quick to move his head away just enough so you can't reach & he pulls his fingers out before putting them in your mouth, chuckling to himself.

"I don't want to wear you out too quickly, wanna feel you." he basically giggles, his eyes locked on yours, yours filled with slight anger at him snatching your orgasm away with no care in the world.

Felix pulls his fingers out of your mouth after he feels you swallow around them, before licking your own spit off his fingers, making eye contact with you as he sits back & shuffles his joggers down just enough to let his cock spring free, hitting his skin, already shiny from the insane amount of precum his poor cock has been leaking.

Felix drags his cock up & down your folds, pressing the tiniest bit extra against your clit, making your hips jerk as he returns to the position he was just in & this time, actually lets you kiss him.

The kiss is a mixture of desperate but also soft, your lips & tongues moving at a perfect rhythm & just as you both stop for a second to catch your breath, the breath you didn't think or know you had left is knocked out of you as he finally pushes inside, slowly until he is balls deep & settles himself there, trying his hardest to not start fucking into you like a bunny with how good you feel, feeling even better when you're constantly clenching around him.

"You're always so tight f'me, too good." he huffs, his forehead shiny with sweat as his eyes struggle to stay open & he leans in to kiss you again, a bit more sloppy this time & you start rocking your hips against him as you wrap your legs around his small waist & he takes the hint.

Felix starts rocking his hips into you, honestly overstimulated from the amazing feeling of your warm walls around him & he is so thankful he is back inside you after so long he could cry.

"Can feel you throbbing in me" you giggle, basically swapping breath as you look into each others eyes, your hands resting on his shoulders as he starts picking up the pace & you try but automatically fail to try swallow your moans.

"I've not felt you in so long, can't help it, don-don't swallow your moans, nob-nobody's home" he whimpers as his head drops from above your face into your neck, his cute, raspy pants & deep groans filling your senses.

Felix dancer hips come in useful as he switches his speed & rhythm & the new position helps his leaky tip is now kissing & rubbing against your G-spot & your cervix, the tune of your whines completely changing.

"Fel-felix wanna cum, so-fuck, so deep" you cry as your nails dig into the skin at the top of his back accidentally, but his whines just get even deeper, so you don't pay much mind.

"Cum f'me n I'll fill you up mkay? w-want that?" he asks as he uses all the strength he has left to pick up his head to look at your face, your cheeks completely flushed as you're bottom lip is a different shade to your top one from how much you were biting down on it not long ago.

You nod your head at his words rapidly, both of you sharing moans as you can feel your orgasm creeping up on you for the second time tonight & he can feel it too, which is just fuelling his own release, quicker than he had hoped, but how can he control himself when he is feeling you fully for the first time in basically a million years in his mind!

You clench around his cock uncontrollably & you tense up beneath him as your eyes scrunch shut & your toes & fingers curl as you shake under him, your orgasm hitting you before you could even tell him.

Your nails drag down Felix's back as you are fully wrapped in ecstasy & small squeaks leave your lips & you think you hear Felix hiss but also chuckles at you, his hips not slowing. "Cumming for me n not e-even waiting f'me n not t-telling me? So im-impatient" he purrs, his voice shaky & you don't have the energy to respond, so instead, you use the strength & energy you do have to wrap your fingers in his fluffy but now slightly damp hair & you tug on it, just the way he likes & he squeals.

"Cumming, cumming, cumming y/nnie!" he chants almost like a prayer & not even a second later, you feel his warm cum spurting into you, which sends a shiver down your spine as you watch his face contort as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his body mostly staying up because of your grip on his waist, back & hair.

You're both panting as he pulls out & you both quickly realise he's not even soft, being the complete opposite. You chuckle to yourself as you realise this & you're suddenly full of energy again & you help Felix settle on the couch & you zoom onto the floor, settling yourself on the floor between his milky legs & you don't waste any time in grabbing his still hard cock & you let a glob of spit drip onto his oversensitive tip, making his hips jolt, but you get interrupted before you can fully get into it.

"Don't do it on the fucking couch! I thought you had stopped & I've been dying for a drink but I wanted to wait for you to both finish! I don't wanna be rude but Felix you have no idea how to shut up you're so loud, you've sucked y/ns skin completely off & she's clawed your skin off!" Seungmin cries, pouting at the two of you as he has a glass of water in his hand, his eyes covered as he then scurries back to his room, slamming the door behind him.

You & Felix look at him as he runs off before looking at one another, before laughing. "Let's go to my room, I'll try stay quiet." Felix says as he is already standing up & taking your hand for you to both run off to his room, giggling, none of you bothering to pick up the few bits of clothes that were left on the floor.

->A:N: I don't think I like this AT ALL but I've been so busy lately this is the best I can do for now</3

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like-a-diamondinthesky · 1 year ago

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used to this | l.m.h

-> the first i love you m.list

pairing... bf!minho x gn!reader tags... fluff, soft moment with minho 🥹, established relationship

the soft voices, the late-night cuddling, the sweet and fluttering affections you showed each other; man, minho could get used to this.

wc... 777 words a/n... look i know i said felix would be next but i rly liked how this turned out like it's just short and sooo sweet! which i think represents minho a lot HAHAHA,, i hope you enjoy <3 (also thank you so much for 700 followers ily guys so much istg)

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You and Minho have been seeing each other for a couple of months and it's been great. You just click, you fit together, you're a match! You even have a little tradition where he comes over to your place every week and the two of you watch a movie, show, anime, or whatever content interests you that night. Tonight, Minho chose to watch Spirited Away because, surprisingly, he'd never seen it before.

You've watched this movie many times before and it was one of your comfort films, but right now, you just weren't too invested in it—not when you already had all the comfort you needed from the person you were watching it with.

As the TV screen illuminated the dark living room, you sat on the couch, eyes unfocused and mind elsewhere. Minho was lying on his side with his head resting on your lap, an act of affection he had only recently made a habit of.

Absent-mindedly, you began playing with Minho's hair, running your fingers through the soft tufts. He made a sound—not so much a hum, but rather more akin to a purr—and leaned into your touch. "That feels nice," he remarked softly.

You giggled at his light, gentle voice, one that he only ever uses with you (and his beloved cats). As you continued petting his head, you pulled your phone out to capture your cute interaction. After taking several photos, you put your phone away, directing your eyes back to the screen in front of you.

No matter how hard he tried, Minho couldn't get himself to stay awake. He found his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, the feeling of your fingers in his hair lulling him to sleep.

When you noticed the absence of comments from your boyfriend, you leaned forward to check if he was awake. Upon seeing Minho sound asleep, eyelids closed and mouth slightly parted, your gaze softened and your previously furrowed brows fell. Only he could make you melt like that.

You paused the movie and turned off the TV. Carefully, you lifted Minho's head off your lap so that you could move to lay down properly next to him. Subconsciously, he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, causing a soft gasp to escape your mouth. ‘God, he's adorable,’ you thought as you wrapped one arm around his back, bringing your other hand to play with his hair once again. After a few minutes, you, too, fell asleep with your boyfriend in your arms.

A few hours later into the night, Minho opened his eyes to find you laying on top of his body, snuggled into him, as he had his arms wrapped around your waist. The only light in the room was from the street lamp outside the window, which cast tall shadows onto your sleeping face. He doesn't quite know how you both ended up in this position, but he didn't mind at all.

Curious about the time, Minho felt around his pocket for his phone but didn't find it. Craning his neck towards the coffee table, he saw it resting atop the surface, far from his reach. Patting his hand around your leg, he felt your phone in your pocket and took it out to check the time. The clock read 1:43 AM, answering Minho's concerns. Too sleepy to notice your new wallpaper, he returned your phone to your pocket. Perhaps he'll notice the image of your fingers threaded in his tousled hair that takes residence on your lock screen another time.

Minho leaned down to press a light kiss on your forehead, causing you to stir. You rubbed your head against his shoulder, tightening your grip around his torso. "That tickles," you whispered against his skin, eliciting a warm smile to appear on his face.

At that moment, Minho realized exactly how tightly you had him wrapped around your finger. He could get used to the weekly movie nights ending in snug cuddles on the couch, the soft and sleepy kisses you exchange when you wake up, and the hushed voices you use to speak to one another when curled up together. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, for as long as you'd let him.

"I love you," he whispered, so quietly that you would've thought it was your own imagination. You lifted your head and let your gaze track from his eyes to his lips, then back to his eyes. In the same soft tone, you whispered back, "I love you too, baby." You reached up and kissed Minho, earning a satisfied hum from him.

Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

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xueyidweams · 1 year ago

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Giving and Taking.

Char.: Lyney, Xiao, Venti x Male!Reader

Word count: 927

Notes: not proofread. fluff if you squint, my requests are open btw.

Giving it. (Lyney)

Either gentle as a feather or a brutal fuck. Depends on his mood and how you behave, definitely loves grabbing your ass, groping it and spanking it. Into breeding, holds your neck with his hand as he coos in your ear about how good of a father you would be, (and also about how if you could get pregnant you both would be the real hot DILFS in your areas—) obviously loves creampie, oh no he’s so close! He can’t pull out! Well it’s good that you can’t carry a child, because cumming in you without a condom just would not feel the same!

Also loves just rubbing and grinding his dick on your chest, moans especially loud when his tip grazes your lips as he’s grinding on your chest like a pathetic dog and you stick your tongue out, giving the tip kisses and licks with every grind of his hips. Will cum on your face or grip your hair and snap his cock inside your mouth just before doing so.

Loves aftercare and purrs when you pet his head afterwards.

Taking it. (Lyney)

Whiny, drooling mess. Whining and crying about how good your dick is making him feel, “Fuck- you look so handsome l-like this…” as you’re pounding his ass into oblivion and he’s staring into your eyes like a lovesick fool. (he is.) Begs you to finish in him, loves being filled up with your cum, definitely doesn’t let you pull out afterwards and makes you cuddle him with your dick still in him, you can’t complain when you hear the cutest purrs from him anyways…

Giving it. (Xiao)

A mess, honestly. The pleasure is so overwhelming, the warmth of your ass around his dick makes him cry out as he apologises about how he can’t hold back anymore and starts ramming his cock into you so hard you forget you are a person for a good few minutes and just hear him cry out your name and feel the death grip on your waist as his hips stutter and finishes in you, moaning and apologising about not being able to pull out. You kiss him on the forehead afterwards.

Likes it a lot when you ride him, can’t admit it and will hide his face when you fasten your pace and he can’t hold back his pretty noises anymore. Can’t hold himself back from snapping his hips up to meet your pace, hissing when you pinch his nipples as a warning.

Bathing together afterwards, kissing the bruises and hickeys he left on your body gently, loves cuddling also.

Taking it. (Xiao)

Scratches, a lot of them. On your back, your arms, your thighs, anywhere he can reach while you’re ramming your cock with no mercy into his ass or his mouth, usually prefers to hide his face in a pillow but gets even hornier when you flip him around because you want to see his pretty face.

Tries to keep quiet but when you find his prostate and keep abusing it, he becomes a whining crying mess. Your name is the only thing he can think of, the only thing he can say as he lays there and takes it like a good boy.

Loves cuddling, playing with your hair or you playing with his hair as you both soothe each other to sleep.

Giving it. (Venti)

Goes pretty gently, actually. His thrusts are deep and makes sure you feel every inch of him but doesn’t start pounding into you like a bunny in heat without a warning or consent check. When you give him that consent and when he is worked up though…

Loves, loves, loves fucking his cum back into you. It makes him so turned on when he sees his cum dripping out of your ass as he’s still fucking you, his eyes roll back and he lets out a whine of your name as his head falls to the place your neck and shoulders meet as he plants his hands on the either side of your head and changes his angle, every snap of his hips and every single time his cock rams into you it hits your prostate.

Loves singing to you softly and playing with your hair afterwards, cuddles you and gives you so many kisses.

Taking it. (Venti)

“Easy now, baby.” He giggles as he’s on your lap and you’re crying out about how unnaturally tight he is, it’s so good but your dick also feels like it’s going to snap off of your body. He gives you a light kiss on your forehead and starts with a gentle pace, easing your cock into him, guides your head to his shoulder and your arms around his waist as he’s riding you, nibbles in your ear, telling you how good of a boy you are for him.

Loves bending over any surface, making sure you get a good look of what’s yours before he begs for you to put it in. He waited for you for so~o long, don’t make him wait even longer! Sighs in pleasure as you bottom out, giggling when you hiss about how fucking tight he is. He likes it when you go rough, when he has to grip whatever he’s bent over so tightly that his knuckles go white, crying about how his ass hurts but you don’t stop, tell him it’s too bad and to take it like a good archon.

Little spoon, little spoon! Loves putting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat.

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gojo-mochi · 1 year ago

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MDNI! Dark Themes. Dubcon/Yandere/Kidnapping/Drugging? (it catnip)

HybridKitty!Reader who was a stray but a happy stray roaming around the streets, catching fish from the river, and lazing around in the sun. But, suddenly, they get adopted (kidnap) by this strange man. He takes you in his house, forces a collar on you, telling you that it was much safer in his house than the outside world. You try to tell him that you been surviving just fine without him, that the outside was your home and you liked your freedom. He just coos at you and tries to ruffle your hair, treating you like a child.

You hiss and claw at his hand and while he winces back he doesn't hurt you back. Just looks at you sadly and tries again in a couple of hours. The days passes like this for a while, he leaves food outside of the small closet you took up space in. Feeling that it was safer in there, then the room and bed he made for you, you wouldn't eat it for a while at first. But the smell got too tantalizing, the stranger would handcook meals for you and they always smell so good.

Slowly but surely you were coming out of your skittish shell, hanging around the kitchen watching him cook once, but promptly leaving once he tried to pet you once again. However, after you finished your meal today, he asked you if you wanted dessert. This was the first time you heard this so you were curious enough to stay out of your hiding place to see what he had to offer.

He brings out a small bottle, sprinkling some leafy stuff on the palm of his hand and stretching it out to you. Telling you to take a sniff of it. The smell was nothing you ever smelt before, it was addicting to say the least. Even more once you actually got closer to his hand, though when your own hand stretch out to grab some of it, he pulled back, closing his palm into a fist and sealing away the treat.

Your ears flatten back on your head and a needy whine emerge from your throat, wondering why he would deny you the dessert if he was offering it in the first place. He waggles a finger at you, softly smiling, his eyes darken over just a bit. "If you want this treat, you gotta eat it from my hand, ok?" He reach out, palms open once more.

You shouldn't, you really shouldn't, all your heighten senses was telling you this was a bad idea but your sense of smell was overriding everything. The treat smelt too good to be left alone so you venture forward. Tentatively inching closer and closer, leaning your face down to take a good whiff of the treat and your mind was gone at that point.

Your rough textured tongue lap out at the treat, heavy purrs emits from your throat. As you kept on licking the treat out of the stranger's hand, not even noticing or caring that he was practically drooling at the sight, his thighs shaking a little, and his hand hovering over your head. Your small hands grabbed on to his wrist, pulling him closer as you try to get every single bit of the leafy treat, your tongue caressing the skin of this palm now.

He lets out a low moan at the feeling, putting his hand down on your head and finally touchy your cute fluffy ears, fingers rubbing the softness of it, making you purr out even more. You saw drunk people before back when you were a stray and you imagined this is what they must had felt like. On cloud nine and when the treat on his hand was emptied by your lips. The man stood up, hands traveling down your back and waist as he tells you that he'll give you more if you come sit on his lap and lick it off of him again.

How you could resist after just one taste? So, of course, you agreed, leaving behind the shelter of the closet and going into the bedroom. As the door clicks behind you, the last sense in your brain gave out a final warning to run. Too bad, because now the man was also addicted. Addicted to the feeling of your tongue on him and he wasn't about to let you go so easily.

After all, a good kitten gotta work for her treat~

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peqchys · 6 months ago

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❥ obey me demon form headcanons!!

these are a month or so old but i realized i never posted them so here we go!! [headcanons under cut!!]

lucifer!! ⁃ for the love of god he’s not goat boy he’s peacock boy ⁃ do i think he would let mc keep a pretty feather or two? yes. ⁃ i think he would spread his feathers when he’s super pissed ⁃ on a similar note, i think the boys would have some animalistic instincts related to their demon forms. so yes, lucifer WOULD try to use his pretty pretty feathers to attract mc [it works, somehow] ⁃ i don’t think he could FLY, per se, but he could probably lift himself off the ground a bit

mammon!! ⁃ a weird mix between bat and bird?? ⁃ he preens for sure!!! why? because i think it’s cute. ⁃ ^ he tries to “preen” mc also, if they’ll let him [just him playing with or brushing out their hair] ⁃ he has small claws/talons even out of his demon form ⁃ the whole bird demon thing just makes him like shiny things even more than he already does ⁃ ^ you may offer the mammon coins and jewelry to win his heart

levi!! ⁃ my favorite sea-monster-snake boy!! ⁃ LOVES water. likes to go swimming and showers + takes baths super frequently just to be in water [yes, the gamer boy showers] ⁃ sometimes hisses like a snake if he’s frustrated ⁃ has a super long tongue and can unhinge his jaw [because i’m a weirdo and i think it’s cool] ⁃ will wrap his tail around mc as a sign of affection ⁃ has sharp, shark-like teeth ⁃ curls up with his tail around himself like a snake!! ⁃ while he isn’t ahletic normally, he’s very good at swimming and super fast when he’s in water!!

satan!! ⁃ unicorn cat boy?? again a weird mix ⁃ will genuinely kick people like a horse if they piss him off or startle him. i’m not kidding ⁃ one of the RAD newpapers did say that satan’s birthmark was on his back, so i like to think that he has fur of some kind that we can’t see ⁃ his tail follows cat tail language!! so for example he wags his tail when he’s mad and curls it when he’s happy to see someone [probably mc] ⁃ will let mc pet his tail as long as they’re very careful ⁃ he can purr i will not take criticism on this

asmo!! ⁃ scorpion boy!! also has bat traits like mammon!! ⁃ CAN sting someone in self defense. ⁃ has more bat traits/behavior than mammon ⁃ ^ vampire bat to be specific!! yes, he can and will suck blood. ⁃ vampire bats are very cuddly with each other, which i think makes sense for asmo!! ⁃ ^ they also groom each other, so i think asmo would do the same with mc [regularly checking in with them and helping to fix their hair and/or makeup]

beel!! ⁃ my silly silly bug boy ⁃ y’know how flies rub their little hands together before they eat? yeah, beel does that too and he doesn’t even realize it. ⁃ in my take of his demon form, he has multiple sets of arms and eyes ⁃ flies are attracted to body heat, and so is beel. he’ll follow mc around the HOL and just hover around wherever they choose to settle down

belphie!! ⁃ funny little cow boy!!! ⁃ cows will follow around humans that they like, and belphie does the same thing!! even if he’s sleepy, he’ll follow mc around until they sit down and then he lets himself nap ⁃ ^ adding this together with the beel thing, the twins are basically completely attached to mc. you could go into any given room in the HOL and just see the three of them cuddled up in a pile. ⁃ ^ speaking of cuddling, cows like to be hugged and cuddled, and you can bet belphie does too!! he tries to fall asleep the same room as mc so that maybe he’ll get some cuddles. sometimes he’ll even force himself into their lap to ensure that he gets their attention. ⁃ i think that belphie wags his tail when happy or comfortable. i know that cows don’t actually do that but let me have this lol

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leighsartworks216 · 1 year ago

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Hello! I have ideas for Astarion and a druid Tav. Atv can shapeshift, and Astarion likes to sit in/enjoy the sun. Once they're close enough, Tav asks if they can use him as a basking perch. So sometimes Astarion will have a dog or cat in his lap, sometimes a snake around his shoulders, or even once a bird nesting in his hair (Tav was scouting and got too tired to shift back).

For some angst Tav could be injured while in animal form or stuck in one by magic and so Astarion takes them back to camp and keeps Tav close until they recover and can turn back.

It is almost 1:30am haha I need to go to bed

I also wrote this in 3rd person pov for no reason other than I felt it worked a little better

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 693

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Soft purrs fill the morning air. The sun is warm, and where Astarion sits on his rug is the first spot her rays touch every morning. And every morning, he cherishes the time he had left within it.

One hand runs idly along soft fur, while the other holds open a book. Every now and then, his pets slow down as the story becomes interesting, but he makes up for it with a gentle scratch behind the ears.

This was also part of his morning routine. Several weeks ago, the intrepid leader of their group began joining him on his rug in the morning. They asked first, of course, and they never bothered him. It was rather nice, actually. They’d read their own book or prepare herbs or even braid together a flower crown.

A week later, they had taken to shifting into an animal form and stretching out within the beams. They usually fell asleep like that. And once again, he didn’t mind. Their feline purrs were never grating or overwhelming, and even as a dog they had the decency not to drool on his stuff. The occasional snake or bird would warm themselves on a rock or perch nearby with their beak tucked under their wing. It was always a little fun to guess which animal they’d turn into each day.

And then they asked if they could lay in his lap. He’d scrunched his face up at the idea, asking why his lap was suddenly better than the rug. They’d just claimed it was hard to get comfortable lately, but they didn’t push to ask again. That day, they’d curled up in Karlach’s lap. They couldn’t sleep, because the tiefling was so busy gushing over how soft and adorable they were, and Astarion couldn’t focus on his embroidery because he’d become so used to their presence - Karlach’s noise level aside. So the next day he sighed and told them they could lay in his lap.

Now, it was so embedded into his mornings, he felt wrong without an animal on or near him. Cat or dog in his lap, snake or bird on his shoulders - he just needed something. He truly never realized just how nice petting an animal could be - even a druid disguised as one. They always thanked him afterward, though he found he wanted to thank them, too.

The sun’s rays slowly shifted. Warm, concentrated beams diffusing as it continued to rise into the mid-morning. The cat in his lap heaved a long sigh and rose to their paws. He watched as they stepped out from his crossed legs and along the rug, stretching with each step until they sat down nearby. The cat transformed back into a humanoid druid that yawned and stretched out their arms.

“Thanks,” they murmured.

Astarion chuckled. “Still tired? You’re even worse than Gale.”

They made a sound that almost sounded like a chuckle, if it was stretched and morphed by a sleepy sigh. “What can I say? Your lap is extremely comfortable.”

“I’ll add it to my list of remarkable qualities.” His head tilted as he studied them. Their shoulders drooped, their back was hunched, they rubbed their eyes, and stifled another yawn. “You look fit to collapse.”

They breathed out a long sigh. Their eyes were heavy with bags under them, staring blankly across the camp. So much to do, so little time, but Astarion was right. They wouldn’t be able to hold a half-decent conversation, let alone fight.

Astarion pat his lap, an open invitation. “I’m sure they would understand. Another day won’t kill us - hopefully.”

“How reassuring,” they muttered, but they were already shrinking back down once more into a cat. They lumbered over and curled back up, purring incessantly as they gave in to their exhaustion.

He stroked down their back again, lightly scratching along their spine. Their coat shone in the light. He wondered when the hell he’d let them get so damn close.

He sighed, allowing the mystery to fade to the back of his mind, and lifted his book once more, finding where he left off and reading on. Yeah, one day wouldn’t hurt.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 1 year ago

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Babygirl

PAIRING | Chris Evans x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.8K

SUMMARY | Chris threw a party, but you do not remember anything when you woke up the following day. Not only are you not in the guest bed you were supposed to occupy, but you wake up in Chris' arms after a steamy night. He helps you piece everything together, and your dynamic shifts in a way you're delighted with.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, friends to FWB, use of pet name (Babygirl), swearing, brief mentions of vomit, slight dub-con/non-con if you squint, smut (handjob, fingering, unprotected sex - wrap it before you tap it!).

A/N | This is requested by the amazing @cevansbaby-dove, for which I can not thank you enough! This man is absolutely amazing, and I can never get enough of your sweet requests for him 🖤

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You wake up in an unfamiliar bed, wrapped in a pair of strong arms, your head lying on a warm, firm chest with a smell that is very familiar to you. When you slowly open your eyes and lift your head, you look at Chris' face.

''How the fuck did I end up here?!'' you whisper to yourself as you try and scramble out of his grip, but he only seems to hold on tighter as he sighs softly.

You close your eyes again as you try to piece together what happened last night, but somewhere after your 5th or 6th drink, you're not sure, and your memory is very fragmented.

All you know is that you got way too drunk and somehow ended up in bed with him, and you secretly hoped nothing had gone down between the two of you, but one lift of the comforter showed you all you needed to know.

You're both very naked; he is also very hard right now.

''Hmm, you like what you see, Babygirl?'' Chris says with a deep voice, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as you look up at him with a worried look.

''Did I-, I mean we- us- Did we...?'' you stumble as you sit upright, clinging to the comforter to your chest as you try to piece everything together, which isn't easy with the raging hangover you're currently faced with.

Your head feels like it's throbbing uncontrollably, and you squeeze your eyes shut as a wave of nausea washes over you, trying your hardest not to throw up all over his bed.

''Oookay, Babygirl, let's get you into the shower and some aspirin in you,'' Chris says as the wave of nausea dies down, and when you open your eyes, the world is spinning, and your head throbbing worsens.

In a reflex, he grabs a trash can on the side of his bed, and you clutch it tightly as it feels like your inside is coming out through your mouth, vomiting out what seems like an endless stream of everything you had to eat and drink last night.

Chris rubs his hand softly up and down your back, soothing you through your emotions, and the tears fall down your cheeks as you let out an undeniable sob as a sharp pain shoots through your head.

''C'mere,'' he says as he slowly pulls you into his arms, not to disturb you any further now that you feel like this.

You keep sobbing, and it worsens the pain, which only pushes you to keep crying more, and you end up in a vicious cycle of pain and tears.

''Shh, calm down, Babygirl, you're okay. You're doing well for me,'' he whispers into your hair between soft kisses, and eventually, your sobs die down to quiet sniffles, all while Chris still holds you close.

''Shall we take a shower?'' he asks, and you look at him with wide eyes, unsure if you should do it. It's not that you don't want to do it, but wouldn't it change everything between you two? But then again, last night already changed everything in your dynamic.

''A-are you sure...? I mean-''

''I'm sure, Babygirl. But only if you want it, too. I can't get enough of you now that I've had a taste,'' he purrs into your ear, and your stomach feels leaping.

He slowly lays you down to prepare the shower and returns with some aspirin and a water bottle, urging you to drink something to get you hydrated.

After the medicine has settled in for a bit, you're slowly getting up with Chris' help, and he guides you to the bathroom and into the warm stream of the shower.

You groan as the warm water envelops your body, making Chris' dick twitch at the sound. After last night, he can't get enough of hearing your sweet sounds, and he plans on pulling so many more from you.

He steps in behind you as he closes the curtain of his shower, and you can feel him crowding your space right until you can feel his hands roaming over your arms and sides.

''Chris, what are you doing?'' you ask, a little unsure, though you would lie to yourself if you didn't enjoy him touching you.

''Shh, just let it happen Babygirl. I'm not going to hurt you, and if you feel uncomfortable, you can always use your safeword,'' he whispers, and you nod before giving yourself over to Chris and his touches.

''B-But we should talk afterward,'' you say as you turn around and look up at him.

''We will, but first, I will make you feel better, Babygirl. Orgasms are supposed to help with headaches, after all,'' he says as he nuzzles into your neck, and you lull your head to the side to give him the access he's looking for.

''Please, kiss me,'' you whine a little, and Chris is more than happy to oblige as he steps closer to your body, his now fully hard member poking against your abdomen.

His lips find yours in a sweet kiss that takes your breath away, but your hand slides between your bodies and wraps around him, making him grunt before you slowly move your hand up and down.

''Fuck, Babygirl,'' he groans against your lips, and you can't help but let your mouth curl into a smile as you hear how good he feels.

You envelop his mouth with yours while you keep rubbing up and down with your hand, teasing his tip, swallowing his sounds as your tongues dance together.

Before Chris can even tell you it's happening, you feel his dick twitch in your hand, and without warning, he cums over your hand and both your stomachs with a loud moan.

''Fucking hell, that felt so good, Babygirl, but now it's my turn to make you feel good,'' he says, and you let go of his dick, his hand inching to your dripping pussy.

You gasp as he plunges two fingers into your entrance without warning after feeling how wet you are because of him, and a high whine follows quickly after as it takes you over completely.

He keeps going in a steady motion with his fingers while his thumb plays with your clit until he suddenly stops before your orgasm.

''Trust me, Babygirl, it'll be worth it,'' he says as he picks you up and pushes you against the wall, letting you glide down slightly until your entrance catches onto his tip, and he slides in with a smooth thrust.

The water from the shower washes over you both as he slowly thrusts up into you, taking his sweet time and building you right back up to your orgasm. You trust him with your life, so this won't be any different.

He keeps whispering sweet nothings against you while thrusting, which makes the butterflies in your stomach constantly go wild with every word.

''I-I lo-o-o-ve y-you,'' you say as he picks up the pace, and with that, you shatter around him, your orgasm being mindbending as it makes you cross-eyed for a good minute.

When you're finally coming down, you slump your head forward, and with a dopey grin, you pant against his chest when you realize he came inside you, too, but you didn't even notice.

''I love you too, Babygirl, and there aren't enough words to tell you just how much,'' he says with a kiss against your temple. You two finish your shower, letting Chris wash your hair and your body before enabling you to do the same with him, making you giggle uncontrollably as he gets shampoo on his eye. He curses in a thick Boston accent at the invasion.

''When you're done, he grabs towels for both of you and dries you off, leaving kisses over every inch of skin he can reach, and it feels like second nature to both of you.

''Let's get you into some clothes; we wouldn't want you walking around the house naked when we still have guests, huh?'' he says, and your eyes grow wide as saucers as you look at him, and the realization sinks in.

They heard you fall apart on Chris' cock in the shower and probably during the night, though you don't remember anything about that.

''Chris, we still need to talk about what happened because as much as I love you, I'm not ready for a relationship now,'' you confess, and he nods.

''We can just keep on sleeping together and have a friends-with-benefits relationship,'' he offers as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

''But... what if one of us would get into a relationship with someone else?'' you ask, the thought making your throat close a little, a lump forming.

''I don't want anyone else than you, Babygirl. I want you in whichever way you'll have me, and I'll wait for you as long as I have to,'' he says before capturing your lips in one more kiss that sends you soaring.

''Okay,'' you breathe out when he pulls away, and with a big smile, you get dressed in a pair of boxer briefs. Chris hands you together with one of his shirts, which is way too big and perfect for you.

''C'mon, let's make some breakfast. You deserve it, and we need to get something in your stomach so you won't vomit like that again,'' Chris jokes, and you slap him against his chest.

''Not funny!'' you say, but you laugh anyway, and when you go down the stairs, you're greeted by some of the guests who slept over after the party, including his brother, Scott.

''Well, there we have the two lovebirds,'' he jokes, but Chris shoots him a glare with a slight shake of his head and immediately shuts his mouth.

''Just get seated, Babygirl, and I'll whip you up some breakfast, okay?'' he asks, and you happily do while scrolling through your social media, not paying attention to Chris and Scott's conversation.

''She's not ready for a relationship, but she agreed to be friends with benefits, so I'm happy with it,'' Chris says with a big smile, and Scott claps him on his shoulder approvingly, making you look at the two of them.

''I'll leave you two to your breakfast,'' he says before gracefully sliding out of the kitchen, and not long after, Chris puts a plate down in front of you with pancakes and some fruit, together with a small kiss on the crown of your head.

''I love you, Babygirl,'' he says as he gets seated, and you happily dig into your pancakes while you tell him about some things you saw on social media, but mostly dog videos, since that's precisely what the two of you bonded over, to begin with.

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rhadamanthes · 9 months ago

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Private lesson. Hiromi x reader

word count : 1,6k

warnings: established relationship, piano sex, soft sex, fingering, humping, fluff, pregnancy kink, lot of pet names, breeding kink, doggy style, slight oral sex, this is soooo soft omg i can't believe it, fluff fluff fluff.

"Mimi, look there's even a piano!" you squeal, dragging him toward it by his hand.

"Yes, it's nice baby" he chuckles following behind.

Hiromi, your boyfriend rented a hotel room for the night. For the past few weeks he's been working on a big case for his law firm and he finally finished it yesterday. You threw him a little surprise party with a few of his friends when he came home. He was happy but also told you that he wanted you to relax as you supported him through it: hence the hotel room. The sun is setting, giving the luxurious room a nice orange hue.

"Before we order food and champagne let's give the room an inspection" you chirp excitedly, intertwining his arms with yours. Going through every room you praise the decoration claiming you want the same back home. In the bathroom you are ecstatic over the golden claw foot tub and all the products laying there.

"Oh my god mimi can I take these back home? they're so cute" You say grabbing the miniature soaps and shampoo.

"Let me check their policy first, yeah?" he laughs, rubbing your back softly.

"Avoiding me jail time? you're the perfect boyfriend!" you purr pressing a kiss over his cheek, he leans into the kiss pressing his nose on top of your head inhaling your scent.

Going back to the living area you still can't believe there is a grand piano in the room. Taking a seat on the large bench you pat the spot next to you inviting him to join.

"Play me something" you ask with a dopey smile. Hiromi sits close to you nudging your thigh with his own.

"As you wish" he grins, focusing on the tiles. He extends his fingers and lets them move graciously on the white ivory. The sound coming from them is nothing offbeat like you thought, it's actually harmonious and you recognize "Sea of love" . You open your mouth in awe, not aware of this hidden talent.

"Whaaaaat, Hiromi ! I didn't know you played piano, why didn't you tell me!" you gasp, hitting his shoulder lightly.

"Well it never came up in the conversation and it would have felt like bragging" he answers with honesty.

"Who cares, this is so cool ! Teach me a few tricks" you say excitedly clapping your hands.

"Ok" he laughs. His hands cross your shoulder to hover each of your hands, then place a warm kiss on your shoulder "You're ready?" he asks in a deep voice.

The proximity makes you shiver as he's almost talking in your ear. Pursing your lips you nod your head.His fingers guide Yours over the tiles. You really try your best but you're not used to stretching your fingers like that, Hiromi guides you as best as he can with his own fingers being above yours but it ends up sounding messy. You both laugh at the broken melody.

Taking a moment to really look at him you get lost in his dark eyes, his hair is combed backward but some stray strands graze his forehead, his nose, god, his nose. You like to trace it with your fingertips when he's asleep, when he's busy but still allow you in his lap, it's one of his most beautiful features, really. Beyond his good looks, he's a selfless person, he makes you feel safe, heard and more loved than you ever felt. Feeling your eyes on him, Hiromi feels the heat cripping up his cheek in a pinkish tone. You kiss him before he can say anything. A passionate kiss to show how much you care for him and how proud of him you are.

His fingers that were hovering yours are now intertwined with each other he squeezes them as he moans into the kiss.Biting on his lips you let your tongue enter his mouth twirling it against his. Out of breath he breaks the kiss.

"I love you" you whispers looking in his eyes

"I love you too darling" he wastes no time answering.You feel butterflies in your stomach, smiling like a fool.

"Where were we ?" you giggle refocusing back on the piano.Lifting you from your spot, Hiromi helps you up on his lap.

"It will be easier like that, don't you think, doll?" he asks, kissing the back of your shoulder. You nod your head and place your finger once more on the tiles.

With a few tries you manage to make it sound less catastrophic but there's definitely room for improvement. Hiromi takes off his right hand from yours.

"You got this one right, let's focus on the other hm?" he asks, resting his free hand on your belly, tracing circles on it. His hands progressively go lower until it's tucked against your pussy. You're only wearing a skirt with stockings, you can feel the heat his skin radiates. You adjust yourself on his lap in an attempt to get some friction against your clit.

"Teacher, what are you doing ?" you tease.

"Giving you an encouragement, get the left hand right and you'll have a reward."

You hum, grinding a few times against his crotch feeling a slight bulge. The pressure he applies on your cunt makes it hard for you to focus, you start to moan incoherently, vision blurring with the need to feel him all over you growing by the second.

"What's wrong my dear ? you don't want to play anymore" he whispers in your ear biting at your skin. You just groan, grinding on him harder. "Hands on the frame."

You oblige, grabbing your ankle he positions your knees on the bench. Understanding where he's idea is going, you arch your back to stick your ass out. glancing back at him with a sultry look. Never taking his eyes off you, Hiromi lifts your skirt, and slides down your panties. He chuckles a bit at how the piece of cloth sticks to your wet pussy. You groan as the cold air hits your private part. Hiromi smiles, petting your rump before spreading your folds with two of his slender fingers.

"My pretty little pussy"he coos, kissing your entrance softly. you moan resting your head on the cold varnished wood. He licks at your clit a few times dipping his major and ring finger inside of you.

"Mimi please fuck me" you beg feeling your palms sweating on the frame of the piano.

"Sure thing" he says curling his fingers one last time, making you shiver.

He spreads your legs wider on the bench and you feel his tip teasing your entrance. You back your ass on him to feel him inside, both of you moaning in the process. Gripping on your sides, Hiromi thrusts into your gummy walls, squeezing him in. His cock makes you feel full and he reaches deeper and deeper as he keeps fucking into you but it's not enough. Grabbing his tie you yank it toward you, needing him as close as possible. Surprised by your sudden move, Hiromi let one of his hands fly to the keys so he doesn't crush you under his weight. The disoriented sound steals a laugh from you, locking his lips with his in a heated kiss. His nail digs in your side, you know that I'll leave the mark you like.

Hiromi gets lost in the feeling of you as always. It's your scent, the way your skin feels under his, the way you desire him and don't hide, your voice. Fuck it's you. From the day he first saw you he knew it was always going to be you. Pulling his tie incredibly closer, you thrust your ass back on his dick needing always more. A familiar knot forms in your belly, you want to cum in sync with him so badly.

"Hiromi I love you" you say out of breath, tears menacing to rise at any moment. His brows furrowed his cheeks a light shade of pink, a few beads of sweat forming on his forehead.His pace accelerates and you can feel your legs give up under his powerful thrusts.

"Shit, I love you too baby" he says, calling your name between hushered breaths. "My angel, i'm going to put a ring on your finger" he groans "a-and make you a mom" His dick twitches at his own word. You're not better than him, clamping hard on his cock.

"Hiromi please yes!" you beg "Fuck, can't wait to see you with a swollen belly and tits full of milk" he pant keeping up his pace.

A few more thrust and you cum undone reaching your climax. Hiromi follows you soon after, shooting all of his cum inside of you. Your body slumps on the piano producing hitting various keys and you can't help but laugh again. Hiromi's back shakes behind you laughing silently. Catching his breath Hiromi sits both your bodies on the bench and makes you face him. He caresses your hair, kissing your temple in a comfortable silence.

"Were you serious about what you said ?" you ask in a weak voice, scared that he said these things in the heat of the moment. Encasing your face with his hands, he makes you look at him.

"A hundred percent serious, the rest of my life is with you" he says pressing the back of your hands to his lips. The tears well up in your eyes.

"We're getting married?" you ask cheerfully.

"Yes my love" he smiles, kissing your hand once more.

Overjoyed you lock your arms behind his neck and squeeze him in a deep kiss. This is the beginning of a long night after all.

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