#I picked him up by the tail shook him around and threw him into an ant hill and now I'm standing on top of the anthill

[alvivaarts]

i am feeling exceptionally evil about the point this fic is going to get to eventually would you like to have a taste? Too bad you're gonna-

EDIT: Since folks have been asking, here's the link!

Also here's another bigger, nicer, more detailed piece from the scene/arc right here

[gogogodzilla]

day 31, sex pollen

peeta mellark x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, dubcon, unprotected sex, fuck or die, semi-public sex, slight dirty talk, reader gets sad at the end, multiple orgasms, dedicated to @omgbrcat hope you enjoy it bestie kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You didn’t think you’d ever run so fast and wildly in your life. Well, except for last year when you were fighting for your life and running away from everything that was trying to kill you. 

Peeta was a few steps behind you, slower and stumbling a bit due to his prosthetic leg. You threw a glance over your shoulder every few seconds, just to make sure he was still there with you. 

The various leaves and foliage of the jungle hit you as you ran. You hardly even notice as the foliage shifts from a  normal lush green to unnatural shades of pinks, purples, and blues. You did notice, however, when one of the plants shoots a dusty substance directly in your face as you run past it. 

You lost your footing as you attempted to wipe the dust off your face. Peeta came up beside you, arms outstretched and ready to pick you up. 

“Don’t!” you shouted as you slowly stood, slightly relieved that your face didn’t immediately burn off. “I don’t want it to affect you, whatever it is.”

Your ears strained as you tried to discern if the mutts were still on your tail. 

“Do you hear them?” Peeta questioned, echoing your thoughts. “Y’know since you have a Capitol-engineered ear and all.”  

You huffed out a laugh as you listened. You couldn’t hear the familiar rustle of leaves, and you relaxed slightly. You knew never to get too comfortable in the arena, but your lungs were burning and you needed to get this stuff off your face. 

“Do you still have the spile?” you asked, attempting to avoid the way your body felt like it was on fire and your heart was pounding in your chest. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, as he began to hammer it into the trunk of a nearby tree. You prayed that the trees wouldn’t be as hazardous as whatever was covering your face. You watched as he stuck a finger under the liquid flowing out of the spile, checking to make sure it was safe. 

He wrapped his hand around your elbow and it felt like fire bloomed under his touch. He was gentle as always as he guided your face under the water. You dragged your hands over your face as you washed off the dusty substance that had covered it. You attempted to rid yourself of the inferno burning under your skin. 

Your cheeks flushed as you pulled away from the stream of water. Peeta’s touch was fleeting but your entire body ached for him. It was a strange feeling, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. 

Your heartbeat pounded in your chest with every shaky breath you took. You hunched over, attempting to calm yourself. A thin sheen of sweat begins to cover your skin, and your eyebrows furrowed in something akin to pain. 

You heard Peeta call your name, but the only thing you could get out was a whimper. He was on you within seconds, gripping your shoulders and shaking you slightly. You scrambled out of his touch, thinking clearly enough to know that you needed to get away from him. 

“What’s wrong?” he questioned, voice desperate and eyes frantically searching over your form. You hurriedly crawled away from him. 

You shook your head, as you pressed your back against a tree. “I— I don’t know. I feel hot,” you breathed, conflicted between clenching your thighs together and spreading them for him. 

 Peeta kneeled in front of you, eyes soft, “How can I help?” 

You remembered before you’d entered your first Games together how he didn’t want the Game to change him. You were thankful that he was still the same sweet boy you entered the arena with. He was different in some ways, of course. No one left the arena unscathed, but who he was at his core was unwavering. 

Your vision was becoming hazy, and a dull ache where you’d never felt it before emerged. You let out a low groan as the heat blistering down to your bones becomes almost unbearable.

Peeta crawled between your legs and cupped your face. You hissed at his touch, leaning into him. You gripped onto his sides, nails digging into the soft flesh through his suit. His touch felt heavenly against your skin, a ravenous hunger for more filled you to the very brim.

“Touch me,” you whimpered out, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “Please, Peeta.”

He swiped a thumb across your cheek, and your grip on his tightened. You tugged him closer, your limbs seeming to move on their own. You made a small, strangled sound in the back of your throat. 

Peeta’s lips were hesitant against yours as he kissed you. He was always so gentle with you, never wanting to cross a line. You moaned against him, and swiped your tongue across his bottom lip, desperate to taste him. 

You wrapped your arms around his back and clawed at the zipper to his suit, tugging it down as much as you could. He sucked in a breath as you yanked his suit off of his shoulders, practically manhandling him. You were giving the Capitol exactly what they wanted, but you didn’t care. 

The ache deep between your legs was growing with every moment, and your body temperature rose along with it. Your kisses increased in desperation until you were pleading against Peeta’s lips and writhing against him. 

“It’s okay,” Peeta soothed, reaching behind you to unzip your suit. “I’ll help, it’s okay.” 

You hurriedly peeled your suit off your shoulders, letting out a sigh as Peeta’s fingers trailed over the newly exposed skin. Your cheeks flushed as he leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses against the column of your neck and your chest. 

You ran your hands over the smooth expanse of his chest, the feeling doing little to quell the electricity crackling under your skin. His tongue circled your nipple, eliciting a breathy whine from you. 

You raked your hands through the hair at the nape of his tugged and tugged on the strands. A groan vibrated in his throat, and his hands splayed against your ribcage. 

“Peeta,” you whined as he kneaded your other breast and you clenched your thighs around him. 

You couldn’t stand not having him for a second longer and you hooked your arms under his, gripping him tightly as you rolled to the side. You landed on top of him, straddling him. You panted as you finally got a good look at him. His eyes were half-lidded and he was flushed and breathing heavily. His pupils were blown wide as he looked up at you. 

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, “Is it getting to you, too?” 

He nodded, attempting to steady his breathing. You stood and shimmied out of your suit, tossing it to the side. You leaned down to hook your fingers into the waistband of Peeta’s suit and looked up at him through your lashes. The quick dip of his head was all you needed, and you were practically ripping his suit off of him. It wasn’t the first time you’d taken off Peeta’s pants, but you flushed all the same. You were too focused on saving his life last time to worry about being embarrassed. 

You were back on him faster than your hazy mind could process, your hips moving on their own accord as you ground against his thigh. His length pressed against your belly, warm and unbelievably hard, as you dragged your hips against him. 

You reached down and stroked him in time with each rut of your hips. He let out a mix between a whimper and a sigh as you did. Your movements quickened, and you buried your face in the crook of Peeta’s neck. With each twist of your wrist around his cock, he was letting out noises that had heat pooling in your belly. His tip was leaking, and you loved the sound he made when you ran your thumb over it. 

Peeta’s fingertips dug into the plush of your hips so hard you didn’t doubt that he’d leave bruises. The animalistic part of you that had taken control wanted him to mark you in every way possible. Your slick had begun to cover Peeta’s thigh, allowing you to easily grind against him.

Your strokes became more erratic as your pace against Peeta’s cock increased. You both were so wound tight you might burst. You’d never been so aware of your pulse pounding in your ears, and you came with a strangled cry. Tears coated your cheeks as warmth encased your entire being and you spasmed against Peeta. You had a moment of respite as you thought the plant’s effects had subsided, but the drive to ravish him returned with a vengeance. 

He followed you off the precipice soon after you calmed down, back arched and head thrown back as his release covered your knuckles. The fog that surrounded your head cleared just enough for you to realize just how pretty Peeta looked like this. If you were going to die, you didn’t think you’d get a better view. 

Your pace slowed but Peeta was still hard in your hand. The boiling heat still lingered under your skin, and your pulse quickened. You wondered if that was the Capitol’s goal; to make you so fucked out you succumb to exhaustion or burn you from the inside out. 

Peeta looked utterly exhausted and a coil of guilt settled in the pit of your stomach. 

“Just one more, please,” you begged, trailing kisses down his neck. He nodded against you, and you could’ve cried from the relief that washed over you.

You lifted your hips and aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance, gasping at the sensation. Peeta’s hips bucked up unconsciously, shoving himself deeper inside you. A pained hiss left you, and Peeta cried out a thousand apologies, his iron grip returning to your hips once more. 

“I’m sorry. You’re just— Fuck… So— tight,” he babbled out, brown eyes glazing over. You pressed a featherlight kiss against his cheek, thoughts too consumed with his cock inside you to reassure him properly. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, sighing when your hips were finally flush. Peeta had his eyes screwed shut, gritting his jaw in thinly veiled restraint. 

Your hands settled on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips against his. Peeta rested his head against the tree as you rode him, releasing little pants and moans with every thrust of your hips. 

With each moment that passed your movements became more erratic, desperate to reach your peak once again. Peeta’s hands frantically roamed your body, grasping and kneading whatever inch of skin he could reach. 

He reached a hand between the two of you and drew hurried circles around your clit. He lifted his hips to meet yours, jutting himself deeper inside you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled your ears, and you prayed you were the only ones trapped in this portion of the arena. 

It took no time for your release to hit you, practically knocking the wind out of you as you clenched around Peeta’s cock. Your vision went hazy, and for a moment you feared you’d pass out. 

Peeta finished with a few more rolls of your hips against his. He filled you to the brim, his release hot and steady coated your walls. 

Your vision cleared as you came down from your high. The fire within you had finally dissipated, and you breathed a sigh of relief. You felt exhaustion consume you as you slumped against Peeta. 

“I’m sorry,” you slurred out, clinging onto Peeta like your life depended on it. Your face screwed up and you felt your throat tightening. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” he rushed out, running his hands over your body, attempting to soothe you as quiet sobs wracked your body. Your last thought before drowsiness overtook you was of how much you didn’t deserve Peeta Mellark. 

Your heart pounded as you awoke, adrenaline spiking as you heard someone calling your name. You jumped to your feet, eyes frantically searching your surroundings. Your movements caused Peeta to stir and his eyes shot open, the same panic gracing his features. 

You tugged on your suit, grimacing at the dried cum that covered your inner thighs. You tossed Peeta his suit and pulled him to his feet. You didn’t know how long you’d been out, and the thought turned your stomach. Someone could’ve easily come along and killed you both. 

You grabbed your weapon while Peeta removed the spile from the tree. 

“Let’s just hope our sponsors enjoyed the show,” you joked, immediately cringing as soon as the words left your mouth. 

The corners of Peeta’s mouth quirked up, “I’m sure they did.”

[warnersister]

“The silent treatment” Alfie Solomons x Reader

Alfie Solomons x Wife!Reader

You can’t stay mad and quiet at him forever, at least not if he can help it.

You looked Alfie in the eyes before you shook your head and turned around, walking away from your husband. “Where are you going?” You stayed silent, walking up the stairs to get yourself ready for bed. He creased his brows and followed closely behind you. “You can’t just stop an argument by not talking.” You didn’t even acknowledge him, just undoing the back to your dress and allowing it to fall to the floor; unclipping your hair from your updo and letting it fall.

Alfie felt offended: that was his job; you always let him take down your hair.

“Ziskeit, the silent treatment isn’t the way to go about this.” He told you, but you just wandered off to put your slip dress and slide into bed. Alfie was still stood in the doorway in disbelief, watching as you went on about your day as if you didn’t live with your husband of three years.

“Poppet-” click the lamp beside your bed turned off and Alfie’s jaw was on the floor, tutting at you. How dare you? He went about his own nightly routine, trying not to seem wounded by his lack of goodnight kisses and giggles as he’d tickle your neck with his beard. Eventually, he laid beside you and put an arm around your waist but it was shrugged off. “Look treacle I don’t care how fucked off you are with me, right. But I should be able to sleep comfortably with my wife.” He said, gruffly into your ear; moving again to replace his hand.

Again, you’d pushed it off. “Fucking unbelievable. Cant touch my own wife.” He’s grumbled, turning over and crossing his arms to try to force himself to sleep angrily when all he really wanted was your embrace on a cold night.

The next morning, he’d woken up to you doing your hair at the vanity he’d bought you for your last birthday. He’d walked over and pecked your cheek. “Morning ziskeit” he said and you said nothing, didn’t even look at him. He sighed exasperatedly. “Still doing that are we.”

He put his hands on the back of your chair and leant down to look at you in the mirror. “Real mature of you this, poppet.” He told you, taking the hair in the pony tail and wrapping it around his hand. “Knew I’d married a younger woman when we said our vows but didn’t realise I’d married a little girl.” He tugged the hair sharply. “Perhaps you need daddy to reeducate you, hmm?” You looked back at him in the mirror and shivered, and for a moment he’d thought he’d won. You just picked up the nice little expensive perfume bottle he’d bought you and sprayed it twice on your neck, getting him straight in the face. He just huffed and let you be. You couldn’t continue this forever.

He trudged down the stairs and went to make you both some breakfast, simultaneously tightening jars and putting cans higher than he knew you could reach, placing a plate in front of you when you’d arrived downstairs. But before you could even look at it, Alfie had wagged his finger at you. “Only girls who use their manners get fed.” He said and you narrowed your eyes. He took your chin in a hand and hummed at you as though speaking with a disobedient child. “Hmm? So? You going to ask politely, ziskeit?” You clenched your jaw and swatted the hand away once more, standing to go feed Cyril.

It went on similarly for the rest of the day, you trying to open things, to no avail - just for your husband to swoop in like some saviour and offer to do it “if you just say please” to which you’d throw the jar in the bin. Or when you’d stretch go grab something high up, even trying to climb on the counter, feeling hands on your waist “I’ll give you a hand, just have to ask, treacle.” And you’d jump down.

And it was like Groundhog Day as he found himself in the same position he was in yesterday. “Please loves, just need to hear your voice I’m sorry.” He’d pleaded, watching you undress ready for bed. “Right-” he’d grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, barely any garments covering your dignity. He gently dropped you on the bed and settled himself between your legs, ripping your undergarments off as he looked up at you “let’s see how long you can stay fucking quiet”

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

A Moment

SxSG Aftermath One-Shot

Shadow was quiet for the rest of the party, but that was to be expected. He wasn't completely out of it, though, which was a pleasant surprise. He talked with the others, had a long conversation with Blaze about something or other, sat with the chao for a while, and smiled at a joke Sonic made– when he wasn't looking, of course. If the blue hedgehog ever realized Shadow thought he was funny, then they'd never hear the end of it.

But once Tails and Cream fell asleep under the tree, the two bushy fox tails wrapped around them both, everyone started to separate. Sonic picked up his brother and carried him on his shoulders, Blaze and Silver disappeared into wherever it was they came from, and Team Dark went back to Rouge's place.

Rouge had an apartment above her club. It wasn't big, definitely not big enough for three lifeforms, but Rouge stubbornly refused to move, and Shadow never thought to ask her to, and Omega used to live in a closet, so anything was an upgrade, really. Rouge swore under her breath as she kept missing the lock on the door, her numerous keychains bouncing around and reflecting starlight. Omega offered to shoot the door apart, but Rouge reminded him about their insurance rates, and Shadow let out a noise that might've been a laugh. Rouge took that as a win.

Once they were inside, they went up the stairs, and Rouge immediately flopped onto her fluffy sofa, stretching out her wings and letting out a yawn as loud as she could make. "Good Gaia, that was a long day."

"Hmmph. Tell me about it." Shadow amiably rolled his eyes, sitting at the edge of the sofa, barely finding room with the bat all spread out.

"TECHNICALLY, YOU ARE CORRECT." Omega informed her. "AS THE TIME DISTORTION MADE THE DAY LONGER THAN–"

"Yes, big guy, I know. Maybe I shoulda taken a nap in White Space. Whoo! The paperwork on this is gonna be insane."

"IF YOU SO WISH, I CAN BURN THE PAPERS."

"Tempting. We'll see." Rouge sat up, rolling her shoulders and sighing. "Might actually crash here for the night. I know I'm usually upside-down, but everything just aches, you know?"

Shadow nodded, staring at the floor.

Rouge waited a moment, watching him carefully. She glanced at Omega, who wisely figured out that something involving those pesky "emotions" was happening, and that was not his area of expertise, so he simply let Rouge take the lead.

"So," Rouge said quietly, scooting a bit closer to Shadow. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Shadow shook his head.

"You wanna ignore it?"

He shook his head again.

"Okay. You want advice, comfort, distractions? Weighted blanket? Coffee beans?"

"Just..." Shadow closed his eyes, trying to figure out what he did want.

Rouge let him take all the time he needed. After all, Shadow wasn't used to being in touch with his emotions, especially not after such a wreck of a day.

Finally, after a long pause, Shadow said, in an uncharacteristically quiet voice, "I just need a moment. Just one. To let it out."

Rouge shrugged. "Knock yourself out. You earned it. Just try not to break the floor agai–"

Shadow let out an ear-splitting scream, gripping onto his knees so tight she was surprised the thread on his gloves didn't snap. Omega immediately leapt forwards, prepared for an attack, only to realize this was, once again, part of the "feelings" department. Both of them stared at Shadow, Rouge with wide eyes, until Shadow stopped screaming and then, even more shockingly, started loudly sobbing.

For a while, nobody moved. Omega glanced towards the door, but then decided to stay, watching Shadow carefully as he continued to cry. Then Rouge spread a wing over him, wrapping it over his shaking arms. She knew Shadow wasn't a touchy guy, so that was all she planned to do, until he practically threw himself at her in a hug, clinging to her and burying his face in her shoulder. She stiffened, and then hugged him back, running her fingers through his quills in a way that reminded him of someone else.

"Alright, bud." she said softly. "Let it out. We'll be here."

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Lucifer x Reader - Use Your Words (NSFW)

As a surprise for Lucifer's birthday (or day of creation), you decided you wanted to make it a special night

You had bought a new set of lingerie just for him along with covering every square inch of your shared bedroom in rose petals and candles

It's cliche, sure, but you knew Lucifer was a big romantic, so this was right up his alley!

Although, you did have a trick up your sleeve~

Lucifer walked into your room after you had messaged him to meet you there

His eyes went bug-eyed when he saw what you were wearing and immediately went to kiss you, but you stopped him, resting your hands on his shoulders

"It's your birthday, Luci, so you can have anything you want tonight. But you have to be specific, do you understand?~"

Lucifer shook his head vehemently

"So, what do you want?~"

"I-I...I want to kiss you..."

You smiled at him and leaned in, pressing your soft lips against his; you loved it when you could feel his smile when he kissed you

He brought you down to the bed gently and began to trail his hands down the sides of your body before stopping at the curve of your hips

"I want to taste you, love...please..."

"You have to do better than that, birthday boy.~"

Lucifer swallowed hard; you knew how easily flustered he could get when it came to being direct in the bedroom, but getting him to blush was your favorite activity

"C'mon hon, use your words.~"

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me...I want to eat you out...I-I want to taste your pussy..."

"That's a good boy.~"

Without hesitation, you spread your legs open for him; your cunt already wet from the anticipation

Lucifer waisted no time diving between your thighs to lick up every last drop you had to offer

You placed your hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to go as deep as he possibly could

It didn't take long for you to cum on his tongue; he knew exactly what made you tick and you loved that about him

He lifted his face up, giving you an adoring smile with your slick hanging from his chin

You smiled back, but instead of kissing him, you threw him back against the mattress and hovered over him

"What else do you want, my king?~" you asked teasingly as you rocked your hips against his obvious hard on

"F-Fuck...need you...need you to touch me..."

"Touch you where, Luci?~"

All of the blood in his face rushed to his cheeks as they turned a bright yellow. "Damn it...my cock...Please touch my cock...stroke it...darling, I'm begging..."

"You're doing so well," you praised him as you began to undo his belt, tossing away his pants in an instant

You grabbed a hold of his aching cock and began to run your hand up and down his shaft, admiring his leaking tip

You watched as Lucifer writhed under your touch; you knew it wasn't enough but that was the point; you were only doing as he asked.

"Sweetheart...I-I need more, I can't..."

"Tell me. Whatever you want is yours.~"

"Your mouth...use your mouth, p-please! Please suck my cock!"

His desperate begging went straight back to your core; you loved hearing the way he needed you

You rewarded him by lowering your lips down onto the head of his cock, licking away the precum that had formed

You gave him no time to react before you took on more and more of him down your throat before he was screaming in pleasure

You adored his taste, but even more so, you adored him, and you wanted to give him everything he deserved

And right now, what he deserved was to cum down your throat~

You felt his tail wrap around your thigh, signaling to you that he was close to finishing

You responded by picking up your pace, your mouth and hand working in tandem to bring him to his climax

After a few more pumps, Lucifer cried out your name as he came, his warm seed spilling onto your tongue

You swallowed him happily, making sure to lick him clean

But then, something in Lucifer snapped

His eyes flashed a crimson red, and his horns had burst from his temple

But he wasn't angry, far from it

He needed to devour you

Shame had been replace with pride as you found yourself pinned to the mattress, having no time to wonder how you got there

"Angel, it's my birthday, is it not?~" You nodded, your face getting hotter and hotter by the second. "If this is what you want, then I'm going to tell you EXACTLY what I want now."

You gulped, feeling your cunt ache with anticipation for what your lover had planned

"I want you to get on all fours for me, my love.~"

You did as he said wordlessly, turning away from him and facing the headboard

You felt the tip of his cock press up against your entrance; you couldn't hold back the whine that escaped your mouth

"Good girl.~ Now, I want to fuck you until morning, and I want you to scream my name as I make you cum over and over and over again. Can you do that for me?~"

"M-Mhmm"

"Come on, sweetie, use your words.~"

"Y-Yes, Lucifer..."

"Such a good girl for me.~" he murmured as he plunged his cock deep inside you

True to your word, you gave Lucifer exactly what he wanted, and he fucked you until the bright red sky began to shine through your window.

[peachhcs]

I’ve seen so many posts of the whole “Quinn rips off jacks braces” You should totally write it in 😭 or something similar with the other siblings

that’s such chaos from them honestly HAHA i don’t exactly know how it happened that led to quinn doing that so i’m just gonna make something up. also how do u just rip braces off of someone’s face?? like wont that hurt 😭

au masterlist

“samy, up here!” jack called as he chased after his sister with the puck. luke and quinn were hot on their tails trying to take the puck back in their possession. the youngest hughes passed it up to her brother who evaded quinn’s advances.

the middle hughes skated right around luke to send it into the back of the net. he glided towards samy exchanging excited high fives for scoring another goal.

quinn, however, wasn’t too pleased. the four had been playing for almost two hours now and samy and jack had acquired quite a lead on the their brothers.

“that wasn’t fair!” the oldest hughes finally snapped.

“what do you mean that wasn’t fair? you were guarding the goal,” jack protested.

“you’ve been cheating this whole game and it’s pissing me off,” quinn threw his stick down in anger.

“what do you mean cheating? no we haven’t,” jack grew confused and glanced at samy who only shrugged.

“whatever. i’m over this. this isn’t fun anymore,” quinn shook his head.

“oh come on, q-ball. it’s just a game. i didn’t even know we were taking this seriously,” jack laughed and picked up his brother’s stick.

whatever mood quinn was in made jack’s words frustrate the older boy even more. he spun around and practically lurched at the middle siblings while the other two jumped back.

“you’ve been pissing me off all freaking day! first it was eating all my cereal, second it was making me clean our bathroom and now it’s you being all arrogant and i’ve had it up to here with you!” quinn yelled and tackled jack to the ground.

the boys started physically fighting. samy and luke watched in horror as their brothers started punching each other to the point that they were screaming. quinn’s anger got the best of him and he started going for jack’s braces.

quite literally with his bare hands, the older boy ripped them right off his teeth. the plastic bands popped everywhere when he tugged the wires out. jack was screaming and trying to push quinn off of him.

“quinn! quit it!” samy yelled at her older brother because he was seriously scaring her when jack started crying because of the cold and quinn punching him.

luke and samy finally tried pulling the older boy off of jack. quinn fell to the side and jack scooted away, tears running hot down his face.

“dude, what the hell!” jack yelled when he realized quinn pulled both wires out of his mouth.

quinn sat there a bit dumbfounded and shocked that he even did that. the four siblings stood there in shock of one another until jack finally got up and ran to the house to tell their parents. samy and luke didn’t know what to do besides leave quinn on the ice as they followed after jack.

“mom!” jack screamed as soon as he was inside that startled both of his parents. they came running to where their son was as samy and luke made it inside.

“jack? what’s wrong? what happened?” ellen saw his tears and the slight bruise forming on his cheek.

“quinn pulled my braces out!” the middle boy exclaimed. ellen and jim gasped as ellen grabbed his face to examine the damage.

“why did he do that? where is he?” jim quickly asked when he realized the older boy hadn’t come in.

“he just freaked out on us and started fighting me,” jack cried but at least he wasn’t bleeding or anything.

“and what were you guys doing?” jim pointed to the younger two who just stood in the doorway watching the whole thing.

“standing there watching. we didn’t know what to do,” luke said.

“i’ll go talk to him,” jim mumbled when he saw quinn still outside. ellen went to call the orthodontist to see what they could do and how fast they could get jack in to fix his braces.

“not gonna lie, after it was scary, it was kind of funny,” luke mumbled quietly. samy eyed him and jack rolled his eyes.

“of course you would think it’s funny,” jack shook his head and went to go examine his other bruises.

“what? it’s funny now. we can laugh about this in like ten years,” luke shrugged.

“only you would say that,” samy threw her jacket off and disappeared further into the house. the younger brother just shrugged and followed after her.

it was safe to say quinn was grounded for two weeks for pulling that stunt and jack got his braces fixed the next day.

[blue-jisungs]

TEXT ME

summary. just very whipped mingyu :')

word count. 818

warnings. alcohol mention

the pleasant chatter of people and faint music became a blur in mingyu’s ears. there a few people at the afterparty… well, mostly his friends. some spilled drinks on the table made his glass get stuck to it, sticky feeling all over his fingers. 

he let out a small sigh and his gaze wandered around, only to be met with more frustration. all the couples dancing, kissing, having fun–

ding! 

mingyu grabbed his phone in a blink of an eye, almost knocking down jeonghan who was sat next to him.

6:01pm

mingyu: text me when you’re free🙏

delivered 

8:40pm

y/n: 20 mins and shift is over!! 

mingyu stood up and rushed to the door, almost tripping over his own legs. someone tugged his arm.

“yah, mingyu-ya! you better come back, alright?”  seungcheol asked, rising his eyebrow. mingyu nodded absentmindedly, looking like what he just heard fell right through the other ear.

the cold air hit his face, making him sober up a little. before he knew it, his legs lead him to your workplace. 

you and mingyu barely started dating two weeks ago. however, mingyu was crushing over you since almost four months and he still couldn’t believe that you two are a couple. 

when his friends jokingly warned you about his puppy-alike personality, you didn’t pay too much attention. but because he was so head over heels for you, he became a hyperactive puppy. 

he clinged to you all the time, followed you around and you wondered if you threw him a stick— 

your phone dinged with a message notification. 

8:45pm

mingyu: btw date on tuesday?? 🤞 i’ll be free around afternoon!! 

mingyu: also comedy, action or romance?? 

you scoffed and shook your head, hiding your phone. fifteen more minutes of your shift and you’re free. 

before you realised it was over and while you were finishing up cleaning one of the cabinets, the door opened with a quiet ding! of a bell.

“we’re closed–” you turned around and your eyes met with your boyfriend. he grinned upon seeing you and ran his hand through his hair. 

“hi” he breathed out and walked over. you blinked in disbelief.

“weren’t you at cheol’s party–?” you asked, stunned. he hummed, nodding, a goofy smirk stretching on his lips. 

“yeah, well, good point: i was. i figured i’d swing by and pick you up…” he explained, shrugging nonchalantly. mingyu reached over to his pocket and handed you… a snack. your favorite, to be precise “i also bought this” 

“you’re impossible” a snort escaped your lips as you grabbed his collar gently and tugged him closer. you could see he was not focused on you(r eyes). “also your text… comedy sounds good. may i know what you’re scheming?”

he blinked, his ebony irises looking like there was nothing behind them – in the cutest way possible. 

“wha… um, yeah” he nodded.

“what’s in that doofus head of yours?” you chuckled, his cheeks puffing at the nickname. 

but how he could say this? you just got him focused on your lips, without even trying. if he had a tail, it would be swinging like crazy.

“i just wanna kiss you” he grinned and swiftly closed the gap between you. 

his lips landing on yours, the faint taste of some kind of alcohol (mb on the rocks?) invading your senses. mingyu melted into the kiss, loving the feeling… as if he didn’t kiss you like, million times already. 

he pulled back and his eyes twinkled with joy. 

“woah, you look so pretty today. as always tho… do you need any help?” mingyu asked. 

sometimes you didn’t get him; like, right now. your hair loose and a black cardigan. simple, nothing majestic. and he’s whipped. 

the other day he said something along the lines “you’re pretty like the view. if i had to choose between the two, you. it’s true!”. and even though it cracked you up, it still made your heart melt.

“just a second and i’m closing up. are you coming back to the party?” you questioned, turning around to finish up cleaning. 

“depends if you want to go…?” he hummed “cheol told me to go back but you know i always put you first” 

“i’m a little tired but i wanna go. i haven’t seen your friends in a while, i’ll go say hi” you said and nodded “we can leave”

mingyu took your arm and helped you close the place. then, you started walking back; his big but tender hand sneaking to grab yours. 

“isn’t it… a thirty minute walk to cheol’s place?” you asked suddenly.

“yeah” gyu nodded. 

“and you made it in fifteen minutes?” you scoffed, looking at him. 

“more or less, yeah” he laughed, realizing how much of a loser he looked right now.

“you’re so whipped” you smiled wildly and he just let out a dreamy sigh, adoring you. 

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He’s lonely, I can fix that~

Gun Drabble~

Mimi:

Goo’s eyes couldn’t pop out more. He looked the demon from smile just standing there, waiting for someone to pluck out the balls like mr potato head.

Gun was picking out tiny tutus. Like the most tiniest tutus and biggest bows that would combine over his and Goo’s head and still have space for 2 more heads.

He finally asked.

“Watcha got there?”

He tries to as casual as he’s humanely possible. Gun turns around with attitude.

“Why do you care?”

Goo scowls.

“You’re holding a tutu! Who’s that for??”

Gun rolled his eyes.

“No one”.

Goo scoffed.

“My ass. You got a love child eh?”

Gun grimaced. Wrong answer.

“……your gonna put that on your d-“

Gun throws a rack of clothes at him.

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Goo took in the interior of the shop they stood in. Pastels of every colour along with pet collars along the walls. Some fluffy, bells, bows, diamonds, leather, metal- but Goo just wanted to know why and what was Gun doing in a girly ass shop like this? One he wouldn’t be caught dead naked in????

Gun picked a light pastel pink fluffy collar with tiny pearls. And a pink bell.

Goo’s eye twitched and he rubbed over his glasses as Gun stepped up to the counter to pay.

“…..you a pastel dominatrix dear ole pal?”

Gun threw the cash register at Goo-

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Goo’s head rested in his palm as Gun walked with a pink holster leash. It was lengthened with glitter, gems, and hearts.

He grinds his jaw as Gun took a seat and sent him a look.

“What?”

Goo blinked and pointed at the leash.

“That for me?”

Gun slaps Goo-

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Goo tried to peek over at Gun’s phone who held it in a special angle of privacy. Goo huffed and puffed in silent before Gun was called away by Charles.

He watched Gun go before double taking in noticing his phone still on the table.

A sinister smile creator up his cheeks before he snatched it and giddily logged on by using Gun’s password of ‘Shiro Oni.’

His smile dropped in noticing the large the page that popped in his face of Pinterest. With cats and Tutus.

He started doom scrolling on Gun’s favourites before a shadow dimmed his vision and he turned to see the black scleras and white pupils of a very pissed off Gun park.

“……wh-“

Gun punched Goo’s head in.

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Goo couldn’t take it anymore. He knew he hadn’t been over to Gun’s place in ages but COME ON! What could’ve been so different that he’s buying socks out a 8 year old girls store?

Goo’s head was still cladded in a bandage as he zoomed down Gun’s junkyard and aimed straight for his shack.

“Oh sweet pea~ daddy’s home-“

He barges through the door and Gun’s there.

Holding the most girly, accessorised, expensive, pampered, beautiful, long fluffy tail, rag doll kitten he’s ever seen.

Her big blue eyes and long white thick coat of fur was currently being dried with a hair dryer and Gun’s gaze was of pure fury.

Meanwhile the cat looked to her dad before reaching up with her paws to press her-??!

“YOU GOT THE SOCKS FOR A CAT?!”

Goo finally connected the dots. The bows, the leash, the tutus, socks, food, treats, bows, fluffy collars, bells, pink bows, toys, BOWS……..were all for this tiny cat???????

Gun eyes burned holes through Goo before he pecked his cat and let her roam the floor. She settled on her paws before gently shaking herself out and Goo almost ugly cried from cuteness.

Her fluffy tiny body clad in a tiny pink tutu, her paws clad in tiny pink socks, a enormous bow behind her head, her fluffy pink collar rang its bell when she shook her head, and a tiny clip just under her ear and above her eye.

“Here baby-“

Gun punched Goo through a car.

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They both sat bloodied and sticky as the sun hung over the the junk of the yard as they shared a bottle of soju.

Gun sipped his gently as the cat nestled herself in his lap. Goo looked over at her before scratching behind her ears.

“She got a name?”

Gun looked down at her before scratching under her chin, her purrs vibrates through the silence of the sunset.

“Mimi.”

[sinnersweets]

DogDay x Reader Valentines Special

A/N: This is set a few months ahead of the actually story. I hope you all like this and Happy Valentines!

Today was Valentine's Day and Playcare did not slack with the decorations. I should’ve known since for Christmas they didn’t hold back on the decorations either. I laughed thinking back to that day. DogDay was so excited to give me his present. I looked down at my wrist and admired the handmade 'friendship' bracelet that he gave me. On the bracelet was his name and on his was my name; well actually it said 'Angel' which is my name for him so yeah, haha. I gave him a handmade bandana. He hasn’t taken it off since then. Well unless he needs to get cleaned then he’ll take it off but other than that nope.  

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As I exited the cable car there was a lot, and I mean a lot of hearts scattered around the place. There was some on the lamp post, on the floor, everywhere! I noticed that around the statues of the Smiling Critters were streamers with hearts. There also seemed to be string hanging down from each of their hands, er, paws..feathers..whatever. It seemed like there was supposed to be something attached at the bottom for each of them but there wasn’t. I’d have to ask someone what it’s for.  

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The counselor's office was decked out with streamers, candy, balloons the whole fixings. I set my stuff down in the lounge for us helpers and took out some Valentine Day cards that I made for the kids that were normally assigned to me and DogDay. As I was heading out, I spotted Sarah, Catnaps helper and asked her if she knew what the strings were for on the statues. “Hm? Oh, so like at the end of the day all the Smiling Critters are gonna go in the playhouse and us helpers must write some sappy crap for them on this big heart and attach it to the string. We do it allll the tiiiime. Oh, and like when we’re doing that, they’re in the playhouse doing the exact same thing. It’s dumb.” It didn’t sound dumb to me; it seemed sweet. I haven't been here as long as the other helpers, but I was looking forward to this. I thanked Sarah and made my way to the school. 

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It looked like Cupid himself threw up everywhere. Along the walls there were hearts with the children’s names. I recognized a few of the names: Miley, Jason, Henry, Todd, and Damian. Damian was a good kid. To be honest, I’ve grown attached to all the kids. I know the day will come when they’ll get adopted, that’ll be the last I see of them. I shook my head and walked over to the art room. On my sheet for today it said that I’ll be stationed here along with DogDay.  

As I was approaching the art room, I saw Craftycorn along with DogDay through the glass. Craftycorn was short enough to not need to hunch over, unlike DogDay. I opened the door and was immediately greeted by the kids. “Angel!” I laughed as I shut the door. DogDay chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. Craftycorn waved hello and DogDay picked me up and hugged me like always. “Hiya Angel, we were just talking about you!” As he put me down, I got a good look at his face. He had a heart painted over his little brown patch. Cute. “Oh? And what were you all saying about me?” I set the bag of cards that I had on a table. “We said that we like having you around and that we hoped you brought us our gifts.” Damian spoke out. He had hearts painted on his cheeks. “I like being around you all as well and yes, I have your gifts.” I reached for the bag and started to hand out each of the handmade cards to the children that were assigned to me.  

The kids from Craftycorn looked sad that her helper didn’t get them anything, luckily, I had extra to give out. “Look at you Angel, so thoughtful.” DogDay spoke out. “I made some cards for you guys as well but there put away in the counselor's office.” DogDay wagged his tail while hearing this. “Oh, wow Angel, you shouldn’t have.” I knew DogDay was just saying that playfully. Damien told me yesterday that DogDay was hoping for a card from me. “Now, let’s get you all dolled up like me Angel.” DogDay then grabbed me and set me down on a chair in front of him. I came to about his chest when he was sitting like an actual dog would. Craftycorn then walked over to me holding a paint brush with red at the end. I smiled and closed my eyes as she also painted a heart over my eye.  

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My shift was ending soon which meant that it was time to attach a heart to the strings on the statues. I walked around and placed the cards that I made for each Smiling Critter into a little basket on the floor right below the string. After I placed all the cards I walked to right in front of Dogdays' statue and attached the giant heart onto the string. “I hope he likes it.” I said to no one in particular.  

Soon a bell rang, and all the Smiling Critters came outside of the playhouse. I spotted DogDay and waved hello and he immediately waved hello back. All of them soon then stood right in front of their helpers and in unison said “Happy Valentines” while handing us a gift bag. “Happy Valentines Day Angel, I hope you like your gift.” I looked up and smiled. “Happy Valentines Day DogDay, I also hope you like your gift.” “I’d be happy with anything Angel; heck you can even give me a rock and I’ll be happy with just that!” He’s so silly. “Well sorry to disappoint but I did not get you a rock.”  

I moved out of his way so he could see his letter on the heart. While he read my letter, I opened my gift bag. Inside was a picture of me and DogDay. He was holding me in his arms, and we were both showing off our painted faces. The picture frame was covered in little hearts and dog bones. I turned the picture around and saw a note attached. Before I could read it DogDay snatched me up and buried me into his soft, fluffy chest. “Thank you Angel! This letter means the world to me. I promise I’ll cherish it forever and ever!” I laughed at his reaction. Dogday then held me up to his face and moved me closer. His nose booped my nose. “I love you, Angel.” “I love you too, DogDay.”  

[lazorbeanz]

Wachowski Family Headcanons

💙 For Christmas, Tom and Maddie got Knuckles one of them..I forgot what u call em..music boxing machine thingys, that you attach to the wall and you punch different areas on board on time to the beat of a song.

Yeeeeah not only did he destroy that the moment his fists made contact, but he also left a little costly gift of his own for his parents on the same wall where it once was…

❤️ Sonic still has to check with Maddie to know whether a certain cup, bowl or container is microwave save.

Sonic: Hey Tails, can this go in the microwave?

Tails: ………*shrugs*

Sonic: Oh come on- *immediately calls Maddie waiting for her to pick up* Mommy ANSWER……MOMMY!!

Tails very well knows…he just wants to see his brother go into panic state

🧡 The brothers when bowling

Knuckles: Grabs the heaviest ball and chucks it with one arm, and somehow manages to get a couple strikes. However he has had a few warnings and even got his family suspended from the complex for what he claimed to be “minor damage” (he threw a ball up into the screen displaying the scores and another time, smashed a ball down too hard on a lane it went straight through the floor)

Tails: Still struggles to lift the ball properly so he uses two hands when holding/throwing it. Sometimes he will use the ramp that is available or he gets help with his stance from a family member (usually Maddie). Doesn’t make strikes often but his family is super encouraging and supportive towards him and he is determined not to give up, and when he makes one for the first time, they go absolutely wild. They’d fill the room with their screams and shouts and all ambush the fox with hugs and kisses and praises for his mini milestone. Tom would pick Tails up and sit him on his shoulder as they all chant his name…the smile on Tails’ face could not be any wider, he was the happiest boy in the world at that moment. But shortly after he bursts into tears because never had he experienced anything like this in his life. His tiny heart just couldn’t handle all this appreciation, support and love that came from a place he once least expected.

Sonic: IS the bowling ball. He’d often forms an alliance with Tom to become the undefeatable father/son duo, though Maddie just sees it as cheating, as wholesome and funny as it is. Sonic once got trapped behind the fence that comes down once you knock over the pins, and had to come out through the channel that returns the balls. They get a bit hesitant on this as they’re worried he might get stuck under there. When he’s not being the ball, he’s either helping Tails, dancing to the music, or begging his parents to do the mii spinning action from wii sports when he chucks the ball behind him.

💙 When Tom is out on his street patrols around town, the boys sneak out and follow him.

Cue to the part where he’s taking a break in a parking lot, looks out the window just to see his 3 sons in the distance sitting on the fence…with Sonic holding a fishing rod with a bag of donuts hooked on the end of the line, the trio snickering away as he made eye contact.

They were clearly tryna lure him in, The Donut Lord, with donuts! Some smart cookies they were…he shook his head, smiling to himself before muttering through the mic, “Tempting…”

He could hear the 3 cackling in the distance, Sonic almost having a Humpty Dumpty incident.

❤️ here’s a meme that screams Sonic and Tom lmao

🧡 another meme ahAaA

What if Tom’s secretly a gamer dad? 🤔🤣

[lulublack90]

Prompt 15 - Snow

@wolfstarmicrofic December 15, word count 590

Finally, the day Sirius had been waiting all year for had arrived. The first snowfall. The entire view from the window was a blanket of white, with fat flakes falling thickly. He raced to the fireplace and threw a handful of floo powder into the fire and bellowed into the emerald flames. 

“JAMES, IT’S SNOWING!!!! BRING HARRY!!!!” And he pulled his head back before rushing over to the coat cupboard and pulling out the beautiful miniature sleigh he’d bought especially for this moment. 

Remus came out of their bedroom, yawning loudly. 

“What’s going on?” He asked before he noticed the sleigh in Sirius’s arms. He looked at the window as understanding came to his eyes. “First snow, is James bringing Harry?”

“I just called him on the floo,” Remus yawned again, and went back into their bedroom. 

“Please, will you make me a coffee,” Remus called through. Sirius set the sleigh down beside the bay window, so Harry would see it the second James brought him and hurried into the kitchen to get breakfast started. 

James and Harry arrived just as Sirius and Remus were finishing up breakfast. Sirius jumped up and raced through to the living room. 

“Wow!” Harry's excited little voice cried out. “Thank you, Uncle Moony!” 

Sirius skidded to a halt with his mouth agape. How could his precious godson think that Moony could have got such a good present for him?

He snapped out of it when Remus kissed his cheek and Harry started dragging the red sleigh towards the front door. 

“Hang on, Harry, and I’ll help you,” Sirius called and rushed over to pick both of them up and run out into the fresh snow. 

He put them both down and dug around the footwell of the sleigh, pulling out a leather harness. He laid it out in the snow and, after helping Harry into the sleigh, transformed into Padfoot. He needed James’s help to get into the harness, but soon, he was dragging Harry around the garden, the snow crunching under his paws and the sleigh skis and the bells on his harness tinkling as he trotted around. 

They rode around until Remus called them in for lunch. The garden was covered in crisscrossing lines and paw prints. Padfoot shook out his coat before transforming back into Sirius and going inside the warm cottage. 

“You know Harry knows it was from you, right? He just loves pulling your tail,” James said as he stuffed the struggling toddler into the highchair Sirius kept there for him. 

“Yeah, I know,” Sirius said more confidently than he felt. Remus came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. 

“You looked so sweet out there. I got some photos for the album,” Remus murmured into his ear as he kissed soft kisses onto his cheek. 

“You did?!” Sirius said excitedly, spinning in Remus’s arms as he beamed up at his boyfriend. 

“Of course I did. Lily would kill me if I didn’t.” 

They spent the rest of the afternoon taking it in turns dragging Harry around the garden, building snowmen, and making snow angels. By the time it began to get dark, they were all exhausted, apart from Harry, who, after a power nap, was running circles around them again. They all felt relieved when Lily appeared in the living room, and Harry jumped into her arms, telling her about his day at a thousand miles an hour. Sirius loved having Harry over but was glad it was just him and Remus once he was gone. 

[pandorxxx]

Wrong kind of training (part 2)

Neteyam (30) x omatikayan fem reader (23)

Read part 1 here:

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, age kink, praise kink, degrading kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, p in v, oral, mating, cursing, choking, slapping, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, neck bulge.

🔞Minors do not interact🔞

It had been a month since you and neteyam’s first encounter. Even though no one knew about you too, people had their speculations. The ways he talked to you, held you in public. It was only a matter of time before everyone truly found out. In the meantime, you two had been meeting at your regular spot every other night for training, but you were really there just to talk, kiss, touch….fuck.

“Mmmm daddy I’m s-so close!” You whined, holding onto the tree bark that your cheek was smushed into. He bent down to your ear, letting his fangs graze the lobe before kissing it

“I know, baby! Cum for daddy!” He grunted, drilling into you hard and deep. And on instant, your mouth flew opened as you squirted all over him.

“Fuck! You ready for me to fill you up? Huh?” He moaned as his thrusts became sloppier. You nodded frantically, spreading your legs farther apart to give him easier access.

“Yessss, just like that baby!” he growled slapping your ass before pumping his seed into you. He threw his head back, thrusting into you slowly to ride out his high.

“Mmmm” you hummed, feeling his seed paint your walls just right. He chuckled, kissing your cheek.“Daddy’s little girl, right?” He asked, pulling your hair behind your shoulders. You nodded again, smiling deliriously. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed run down your thighs as your legs twitched from your orgasm.

“Come on, baby” he smiled, turning you around before picking you up bridal style, walking towards the stream.“I’m going to clean you up, and then I’ll take you home.” He smiled, looking down at you as he walked waist deep into the river. He got to a rock, sitting you on it before cupping water in his hands, running it along your body.

“Neteyam? c-can I stay with you tonight?” You asked hesitantly, looking into his eyes desperately. He smiled again, sighing as he washed your thighs.

“You ask me this every night. What do I always say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to speak.

“It’s too risky, and my dad might find out.” You muttered, throwing your head down in defeat. He picked your chin up, looking into your teary eyes.

“Y/n, im supposed to be training you. What would your father think of me if he discovered this?” He asked, spreading your legs to wash your cunt gently.

“Is that why you haven’t mated with me yet? Because of my father?” You asked, closing your legs on his hand in frustration. He looked up at you through his eyebrows before standing up straight.

“Open your legs, y/n.” he commanded calmly, with a low growl building in his chest. “NO! Answer the question!” You shouted, crossing your arms. He clenched his jaw, looking around the forest before glaring at you.

“Keep your fucking voice down.” He growled, pointing his finger at you. You shook your head, pouting at him. “NO! TELL ME WHY YOU WON’T MATE WITH ME!” You shouted even louder. He nodded his head with pursed lips before getting in your face.

“Keep on, and I’ll give you something to scream about. Do you fucking hear me?” He shouted through gritted teeth, gripping your dainty arm tightly. You pouted up at him, as your eyebrows furrowed. He looked you up and down angrily before letting your arm go.

“Smart choice.” He spat, prying your legs opened again. “Now, I told you why I can’t mate with you, it wouldn’t look right!” He growled, still washing the flesh in between your legs gently.

“But you can fuck me on the regular?” You asked sarcastically, pushing him away as you got up, walking towards the shore.

“Y/N! Get back here!” He roared, following you to the shore. He caught up to you, pulling you back to him by your tail. You yelped in pain as you fell back into his broad chest.

“Now I want you to LISTEN!” he started, wrapping your tail around his forearm, yanking it slightly. “I do not have time for your attitude. I’ll put you in check right here, right now if you do not stop! You hear me?” He growled in your ear, yanking your tail hard.

“Ouch, I GET IT!” You screamed, holding on to his arm that had your tail wrapped around it.

“Walk.” He commanded, still holding your tail around his arm. You hissed loudly, making him yank your tail again.

“Ohhh you wanna test me tonight? Please give me a reason to wear you out right here!” He growled, snaking his free hand around to your neck, gripping it tightly.

“Now WALK!” He commanded again, clenching his jaw. You rolled your eyes, following his orders as you both walked to the shore. He let your tail and neck go, walking over to his loincloth.

“Get dressed, I’m taking you home!” He commanded loudly, nose flared as he tied his loincloth. You looked at him with disgust before bending down to grab your cloths. You tied them angrily, huffing and puffing with every movement.

“Let’s go! And I don’t want to hear another word from you!” He said sternly, watching you walk in-front of him silently.

The walk to your hut was silent. You walked in-front of him as he trailed behind, watching your back for anything dangerous. You finally reached your fathers hut, walking in without looking back at him, not even a goodbye. Neteyam walked in behind you, seeing your father at the table. You bolted to your room, slamming the door shut.

“Oh no, what happened?” Your father asked neteyam, still staring at your bedroom door in confusion. Neteyam shook his head, placing his hands on his hips as he plastered a face smile across his face.

“I think she’s just fed up with my training, Sir.” Neteyam started, sighing loudly before continuing.

“m-maybe it would be best if we….stopped for a while.” He projected his voice for you to hear through the door. Your heart sank as you cried on your cot. Was this his way of breaking up with you? Saying that he didn’t want to train you anymore?

“Yes, I understand. Maybe she just needs a break.” Your dad smiled weakly, shifting his eye contact from your door, to Neteyam.

“I think we both need a break, your daughter is a handful, sir!” Neteyam chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. Your father laughed, nodding his head in agreement.

“Oh, tell me about it!” Your dad chuckled, motioning for Neteyam to come and take a seat. He obliged, sitting across from your father.

“I-I’m almost, worried for her.” Your father sighed, knocking his knuckles on the table as he shook his head. “in what ways, sir?” Neteyam asked, intrigued with the conversation.

“Well, she’s 23, and not a mate in sight. I’m afraid her stubbornness will be her downfall.” Your father confessed, gesturing calmly. Neteyam knew about your stubbornness all too well, but he also knew how to handle that like no other.

“Trust me, I understand how stubborn she can be, but their are many other qualities to her that a man would be happy to experience. Just give her time.” Neteyam spoke softly, nodding his head as he looked in the direction of your shut door.

“I hope so.” Your father shook his head, before stopping suddenly, looking up at Neteyam with glee. Neteyam was confused for a moment before he finally spoke.

“What is it, sir?” Neteyam asked, sitting up in his chair. “Don’t you have a training camp tomorrow? For some of the young warriors in the clan?” Your father asked with a smile, and wide eyes full of hope. Neteyam scratched his head in confusion, nodding his head at your father.

“Yes, sir. Bright and early!” Neteyam responded, sitting back in his chair again. Your father hesitated to ask this question, but he did anyway.

“What if you took her with you? She could meet the males her age, and hopefully find a mate!”your father whispered in pure excitement, not wanting you to hear the plan. Neteyam’s heart dropped at the mere thought of you being with another man.

“Oh, sir I don’t k-” neteyam started nervously, being interrupted by your father.

“Please, neteyam. You of all people know that she needs this.” Your father begged, gripping the sides of the table. Neteyam was devastated, it felt like his entire world came crumbling down at his feet. How was he supposed to endure you talking to another man? Building a bond with another man?

He sighed loudly, hesitating to say his next words, but he did. Neteyam wanted to keep your father happy, so he did what he had to do.

“I’ll be back in the morning to get her.” He smiled weakly, swiftly standing to his feet as your father did the same.

“Neteyam, Thank you. I will be gone on a hunting trip in the morning, so I’ll make sure she’s up, and ready to go for you.” Your father nodded, embracing Neteyam with a hand shake. Neteyam nodded firmly, before turning around to walk out.

You sat on the other side of your shut door, taking in the conversation about you. Did your father really think that you were stubborn? And Neteyam too? You didn’t want to be apart of this training camp, and you sure as hell didn’t want to meet the male warriors your age. All you wanted was Neteyam, and the feelings didn’t seem to be reciprocated as much on his end.

The next morning, your father woke you up bright and early, telling you what you already heard last night before he left for the day. You got dressed, before sitting at the table to eat your fruit.

You could sense Neteyam coming from around the corner before he even walked in. He walked towards the table slowly, sitting in the same spot he did last night.

“Goodmorning, y/n.” He spoke calmly, leaning back in the chair as he watched you eat. You looked into his eyes briefly, scanning his entire body before taking a bit of your fruit again.

“Is it good?” He asked, crossing his arms, glaring at you. “Really good” you snapped back, taking a slow bite out of the fruit as you maintained eye contact with him. He looked you up and down with a slight smirk.

“I have a feeling you are going to give daddy a reeeaaaallllly hard time today! Am I right?” He asked calmly, tilting his head.

“Correct.” You nodded, taking the rest of the fruit in your mouth, dusting your hands off. “And that’s fine. Just don’t get too touchy feely with my warriors, or you and I are going to have a huge problem.” He smirked followed by a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“I’ll do what I want.” You smiled at him, crossing your legs ontop of the table. He watched you intently, almost feeling enticed enough to take you right here, right now. Instead he chuckled lightly, shaking his head at you.

“What? You want some attention? I’ll give you some fucking attention. Lay even a single finger on one of my warriors, and I’ll show you.” He spoke in his melodic tone, nodding his head as he pursed his lips at you.

“Isn’t the whole point of this? to find a mate?” You asked with a smirk, crossing your arms across your chest. “My warriors are off limits.” He shook his head.

“All of the males are warriors, neteyam.” You smiled sarcastically. “Exactly…” he smiled, sitting up in the chair, placing his hands on the table.

“What? Afraid that i might actually find someone today? Someone my age as you like to say?” You asked all-knowingly as you squinted your eyes at him. He traced your body again, before glaring at you, licking his lips.

“Let’s go.” He commanded, standing swiftly as he walked towards the door. You rolled your eyes, before standing, walking towards him.

“Play nice today.” He said, following your body with his eyes as you made your way in-front of him, walking out of the hut.

Another quiet walk to the meeting spot for the warriors. Neteyam was in front, as you trailed behind him. He would occasionally look back to make sure that you hadn’t run off.

You two were getting closer to the warriors, as you started to hear distant male laughter, and arrows being shot through trees. You bent the corner to see 7 gorgeous warriors. They were all muscular, strong, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them.

“Alright settle down!” Neteyam shouted, standing before the warriors as the filed in. “Go sit over there, baby.” He whispered, pointing to the rock behind him, motioning for you to sit. You scanned the line of fine men quickly, before turning around to take your place.

“Are you not going to introduce us?” One of the warriors spat jokingly, making the others laugh. Neteyam snapped his head to him, glaring at him angrily.

“Are you here for her, or are you here to learn?” He asked sternly, and the entire line of young me fell completely silent.

“That’s what I thought. Start your warm ups.” Neteyam commanded, dismissing them. They all dispersed, starting their exercises. You watched them intently. watching them sweat, as their muscles flexed. You were almost in a trance until you were snapped out of it.

“PLAY. NICE.” Neteyam muttered, grabbing your arm tightly, clenching his jaw as he glared at you. You snatched out of his grip, rolling your eyes before going back to the show in-front of you. He growled loudly, looking between you and the warriors.

“ENOUGH OF THE WARMUPS!” Neteyam shouted, waving his hands to get their attention.

“But sir, we just started.” One of the warriors replied, scratching his head in confusion.

“I KNOW THAT, j-just-” neteyam stuttered, getting cut off by one of the warriors.

“So why are we-” the warrior started, immediately being cut off by an angry Neteyam.

“GODDAMIT! YOUR’E DONE FOR THE DAY! SIT OVER THERE!” Neteyam roared, pointing behind him. The warrior smacked his lips, stomping over to the rock you were seated at. Neteyam turned around, seeing the warrior sitting directly next to you.

“Y/n, scoot over.” He commanded, nudging his head in the direction he wanted you to go, but you took this opportunity to mess with him. You scoot closer to the warrior, to the point where your thighs were touching his.

“Like this?” You asked innocently. His eyes narrowed, as he gently flicked his nose with his thumb before dropping his hand to his side.

“Oh im sorry, did you mean like this?” You asked, getting up to sit on the young warriors lap. The warriors eye widened, scanning your body as you adjusted yourself on him.

“Get up.” He commanded angrily through gritted teeth. You completely ignored Neteyam, whipping your head around to the young warrior.

“What’s your name?” You smiled.

“Ze’kitey, yours?” the young warrior replied, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“Y/n! Nice to meet you!” You squeaked in happiness, shifting to the side to put your arms around his neck.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here with us?” He asked, biting his lip as he eyed you up and down.

“Aggh! DISMISSED! EVERYONE!” Neteyam growled, darting over to you. He yanked you off of ze’kitey’s lap, pulling you over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“Tomorrow morning! Be here!” He shouted to the warriors over your pleads to put you down. He walked off with you in hand, all the way to his hut. When you finally got there, he put you down, slamming the door behind him.

“YOU ARE DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY!” He growled, punching the wall as you stood there, genuinely terrified. Maybe you took it too far this time.

He walked over to you, grabbing your neck harshly. “Why are you so damn STUBBORN?, HUH?” He yelled, shaking your neck with every syllable.

“Because you haven’t given me what I want yet…” you smirked. Holding onto his wrist as you looked into his eyes.

“Oh, I’ll give you what you want all right. Don’t fucking test me.” He growled, bringing you closer to his lips by your neck.

“I’ll test you all I fucking want. If you don’t want to give me what I’ve asked for, I’ll go find a man who will. How about that?” You tilted your head, still inches away from his lips.

“I’ll kill any man that even thinks about it…” he growled, backing you into the wall. His free hand rested above your head as he glared down at you.

“If I knew you were this crazy, I would’ve never done this with you. Why do you care who I mate with? YOU DONT WANT TO, REMEMBER?!” You shouted, pouting up at him as you wiggled to get out of his grasp.

“You want it that bad, huh?” He asked, letting your neck go before hoisting you up by your thighs.

“I want it SO bad!” You muttered through a clenched jaw, trailing your hands down his muscular arms.

“Tell me what you want!” He growled, holding you up with one hand as he untied his loincloth.

“I want you to put me in my place. I want to be your mate. I want you to fill me to the brim with your seed, and watch my belly grow with your children.” You confessed as you untied your top, throwing it to the side. Your words sent him into a frenzy, as he ripped your loincloth off.

“Open up.” He commanded, and you obliged quickly. Without warning he stuffed your loincloth in your mouth.

“You’re gonna need to bite down on this because I’m going to have you screaming in a few minutes.” He growled, plunging into you with no warning. As promised, you bit down on your cloth to muffle your screams.

“This is what you want? Huh?” He asked, thrusting into you fast and deep. Your face contorted In pleasure, as it consumed every part of your being. You reached around, trying to use your strength to climb up the wall, but he pulled you back down on him harder.

“No, let me give you what you want! Put you in your place! Isn’t that what you’ve been begging for all day?” He moaned breathlessly, as he trapped you between the wall and his body weight. You spat your loincloth out, immediately letting out a loud moan as spit trailed down your chin.

“Daddyyy I-I’m!” You stuttered before your mouth flew opened, arching your back all the way off of the wall. He licked your exposed chest before sucking on it, leaving hickeys all across your neck line.

“I’m not gonna let you off that fucking easy, baby! You’re gonna hold it until I feel that you’ve learned your lesson.” He growled, slowing his pace down, thrusting into you hard and deep, just how you liked it. Your toes curled, as your vision went blurry from tears.

“NETEYAM PLEASE!” You screamed sharply, as your legs started to shake lightly.

"Who?” He muttered through gritted teeth, tilting his head at you.

“Mmm d-daddy, please!” You pleaded with him, tapping his shoulder as an attempt to tap out.

“You’ve been a really bad girl today. Giving daddy such a hard time! Maybe I should make you hold it all night!” He grunted, slamming into you hard, rolling his hips directly into your sweetspot.

You screamed out loud, throwing your head back on the wall. “Pleaseee, daddy! d-dont do this to meee!” You whined as tears streamed down your face. You tried climbing up tho wall again, but was unsuccessful.

“Don’t run from me, y/n! Look at me while I punish you!” He growled, grabbing your cheeks to keep your gaze locked on his. “You feel me, baby?” He asked, thrusting into you at a steady pace as he held eye contact with you. Your legs started shaking faster, as you squealed in his grasp.“

Have you learned your fucking lesson? Your not gonna give me a hard time anymore, are you?” He asked, kissing your bottom lip.

“Nooo! I’ll b-be nghh! a good girl for you, daddy!” You moaned, trembling in his arms as you desperately waited for his permission. He bit his lip, admiring your pleasurable expressions.

“Mhmm, cum for daddy!” He chuckled, watching you lose it. “Ohhhhh shittttt!” You screamed, squirting all over him as your vision blurred.

“Good girl! Let it out for me.” He panted, thrusting into you slowly, letting you ride out your high. You fell limp in his arms, twitching occasionally as you whimpered softly.

“Oh no baby, I’m not done with you yet! Wake up!” He shouted sternly, leaning you back on the wall, slapping your face lightly to wake you up.

He placed you on your knees in front of him as he held you up by your hair. He grabbed his cock, slapping your lips with his tip.

“Open that big mouth of yours for me.” He smirked, watching you open your mouth lazily. Without a warning, he slammed his cock to the back of your throat, making you gag loudly. You hit his thigh weakly, trying to get him to let up, but he couldn’t care less.

“You wanted some attention, right! You’ve got my full attention now baby.” He grunted, thrusting into your mouth. Your throat contracted to fit his length, making a bulge appear with every thrust.

“This tight little throat of yours! You’re doing so fucking good!” He moaned, thrusting faster. You could feel your consciousness slipping away as your eyes lazily rolled to the back of your head. In an instant, you felt relief as he pulled out of your mouth. You gasped loudly, spit lines connecting your mouth to his cock as drool cascaded down your chin. Your eyes were read from crying, and the lack of air.

“I can’t have you passing out on me, y/n. Wake the fuck up and take this punishment like a good girl!” He growled, slapping your face harder, leaving handprints. He chuckled, watching you drift in and out of consciousness.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby.” He laughed, picking you up to throw you on the cot. You whimpered at the impact, trying your best to crawl away from him. He grabbed your arms harshly, pinning them behind your back before smacking your ass hard.

“d-daddy please, I-I need your help.” You strained, crying into the cot. He eased up on your arms, knowing exactly what you wanted from him. What you’ve been begging for this entire time.

“Show me what you want!” He growled, as he let your arms go. You reached back lazily, grabbing his queue. He smiled at your relentlessness. Even after all he’d done, after everything he’d said to you about mating, and you still wanted him. You wouldn’t let up, until he was yours. He always loved you, but you had finally earned your place in his heart. He flipped you over to face him, settling himself between your legs.

“I see you, y/n. I want to be mated with you for life.” He admitted, gently bringing your queue inches away from his. He grabbed your hand, pulling it up to your queue, helping you hold it.

“We can’t go back after this. Are you sure you wanna be stuck with me, for life?” He asked, tearing up as he watched you nod frantically.

“tis a-all I’ve ever wanted, neteyam.” You confessed as tears blurred your vision. And with that, he brought his queue closer to yours, connecting them together. You gasped loudly, almost as if he just revived you, brought you back to life. His pupils dilated, feeling a wave of emotion that he’d never felt before. You two could feel everything. The love, the burning desire for each other, it all hit you at once.

“Comere” you whispered, pulling him down to indulge in a passionate kiss. Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues fighting for dominance. He reached down to his cock, guiding it through your entrance. You both moaned loudly, feeling everything 10x as much.

“I know I’ve been neglecting you emotionally, I can feel it. I’m so sorry baby.” He spoke breathlessly, sitting up between your legs, pulling you down further onto him.

“But if you’d let me, I’d like to make it up to you.” He smiled, thrusting into you softly. You nodded with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Yes, yes please daddy!” You pleaded, rolling your hips into his, in desperate need of another orgasm. He smirked, grabbing your hips as he thrusted into you at a steady pace. He hit your sweetspot every time, causing you to whine out loud.

“I know baby, I feel it too!” He moaned, trailing his hand all the way down your torso, sending shivers down your spine.

“I-I need you closer to me, daddy!” You cried, bringing him down to you by his arms. He fell into you, immediately engulfing you in his warm grasp, thrusting into you hard and deep.

“Fuck, y/n! I love you so much.” He moaned in your ear, contorting his face in pleasure. You placed your hands on his muscular back, scratching it up.

“Mmm! I love you too! I love y-you sooo much!” You moaned, feeling your peak nearing. He rubbed his head in the pit of your neck to leave his scent, as he grunted loudly.

“I’m gonna fill you up just right! Just how you like it!” he moaned, snaking his head around to your lips, kissing them softly as he sped up his pace.

“I want all of you, daddy! Give me everything!” You whined as your legs started to shake again.

“Everything?” He asked breathlessly.

“Everythingggg!!!” You cried, tears running down your face as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“You want to bare my children? Right here?” He grunted, pressing down on the bulge in your stomach where his cock was.

“Yessss! Please!” You whined, trembling in his arms as your orgasm was near. “You want me to cum inside of you? Breed you like the little slut you are?” He moaned, twitching inside of you as he felt his peak nearing.

“I want it so bad! Please give it to meee!” You moaned, eyes rolling back as you convulsed in his arms.“Daddyyy, I’m c-cumming!” You screamed, squirting all over him, you reached down to tap your clit, creating the right amount of friction to make you spazz uncontrollably.

“Yes! Yes! Yesss!” You whined, before your jaw dropped, feeling Neteyam brush against your sweetspot as his thrust became sloppier.

“You’re such a good girl, I’m gonna give you what you want, baby!” He grunted before sending you one last thrust, painting you walls, and filling you to the brim like he promised.

“Shhhhitttttt!” He moaned, convulsing on top of you. “Mmmm yesss!” You threw your head back, feeling his seed flow into your empty womb. He thrusted into you steadily, riding out his high before pulling out slowly. He sat up, watching his seed seep out of your cunt, licking his lips before speaking:

“You’re stuck with me, now”

This story literally took me all damn day to write. I am tired🤦🏾‍♀️. I really tried my best to top the first one but idkkkk yall. Lemme know what y’all think in the comments. As always, I love y’all and I’ll talk to y’all later!!❤️

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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Wild Life - Chapter 2

A fan-made Life SMP session project by Zhuk and Schmomo

>Chapter 1< or >Read it on Ao3<

“So you’re breaking up with us,” Martyn said, matter of factly.

“Is this supposed to be shocking?” Cleo asked, “You leaving to go be with Etho, instead?” She laughed a little, cycling through her inventory for her iron pick. 

“It’s nothing personal!” Bdubs insisted, quickly, “I just feel bad for the guy, you know?”

“He is washed up,” Grian agreed, his voice carrying from up high where he was building up their tower of cobble. 

“Exactly. Wait, no! No, he’s not!” Bdubs huffed, “But it was harsh how we all ditched him.”

Yesterday had been a mad dash for resources, like all first days in the Life games tended to be. Bdubs’ plan for starting the Life game challenge had remained the same as always: stick to Etho. But that hadn’t really played out the way he wanted it to. When he’d circled up with his group near the exposed iron vein on the side of the mountain, everyone had realized at the same time an important fact: He, Impulse, Cleo and Skizz were all dogs. 

Etho was not. 

“He’s a cat, Bdubs,” Martyn said, his tail swishing about in warning behind him, “A filthy feline, if you will.”

“Shouldn’t we be building bridges?” Bdubs tried, his own short tail quite flat against his body.

“No, we’re building a tower,” Grian called from above. 

Cleo snorted, trying to cover her smile with her free hand. 

“The man is lost without me,” Bdubs continued, “And I really just want to check on him, is all. Don’t you trust me?”

“Not at all,” Cleo said with a smile, “But go on then, find your cat boyfriend if it’ll calm your anxious heart.”

Bdubs rolled his eyes, turning away and padding to the edge of their platform. After the iron had run dry, Skizz and Impulse had ventured further up the mountains. Bdubs knew his history with fall damage well enough to stick to more solid ground. Cleo had decided to join up with Martyn and Grian who were discussing some grandiose plan to take control of the entire lake. He had followed them without a second thought. 

Now, he stared out at the vast expanse of water before him, “You know, we really should build a bridge–”

“No bridges!” Grian shouted, “That’s the whole point!”

Bdubs threw his hands up in the air, defeated with his teammates–former teammates? It was unclear at this point. Bdubs was about 65% certain he would come back to them. Maybe less so now that this base Grian and Martyn were insisting on would prevent him from any kind of sustainable horse travel. 

He pinched his nose and jumped into the water, shuddering as the cold temperature hit him. He pushed through, diving down past the many salmon and cod to head to shore. By the end he was doggy paddling, which was fitting he supposed. When he reached the shore line he shook himself out, his ears floppy atop his head and smacking him ever so lightly. 

His comms buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out. 

Solidarity has made the advancement [Diamonds!] Smallishbeans > ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Smallishbeans > HE’S THE FIRST ONE?????? Smajor1995 > just wait for the swimming in lava message to appear soon enough Skizzleman > i don’t have anything to contribute but as another S name i felt the need to say something GoodTimeWithScar > same! Grian > Your username starts with G, scar GoodTimeWithScar > are we starting our own train now, G? Solidarity > DOES ANYONE HAVE FOOD THEY CAN THROW DOWN MY HOLE?

“Poor fella,” Bdubs sighed out without even a hint of pity. He put his communicator away. He glanced around, seeing the remnants of other players from the falling leaves and missing dark oak trunks. He decided to keep to the edge of the forest, just in case. After a few hundred blocks, the dark oak gave way to a plains biome and–

“HORSE!” Bdubs shouted, sprinting over to the magnificent herd of beasts. There were six of them, all deep browns and blacks. Some were even spotted with white. “What beauties,” he praised as he petted one of the wild mares, who shook her mane out at him. He hauled himself onto her back, only to be bucked off. He was no stranger to the process, however, and kept at it, taming the entire herd by the time the sun was shining directly above him. 

“Now I just need a saddle,” Bdubs said aloud, before frowning. Right. He needed a saddle. What were the odds he’d stumble upon a dungeon anytime soon? He wondered if they were using the leather recipe in this game. That would be oh-so-fortuitous. 

He hadn’t been paying attention, and the horse he was seated upon had wandered further into the plains, toward the great big snowy mountain they’d all pillaged for iron yesterday. He wondered if Skizz and Impulse were still up there. Why were all his friends moving into such horse-hostile environments? Bunch of scum, the lot of em. 

The land opened up in front of him and he let out a surprised shout of terror. He quickly jumped off the horse, only to land precariously at the edge of the gaping ravine. 

That was a close one, Bdubs thought to himself, imagine being the first to die. And to fall damage too. 

He scurried backwards, giving himself a few blocks of distance. Sheepishly he looked around to see if anyone had seen him shrieking. Luckily, no one was around. 

Where the heck was everyone? Had no one decided to settle in these plains? He frowned, turning all the way around before getting himself dizzy. How was he supposed to find Etho with everyone hiding? Everyone was still green for void’s sake! There was no need to be so un-neighborly yet. 

“Cowards! All of ya!” he shouted out to no one in particular, cupping his hands around his mouth to make sure his important message carried. 

“Is someone out there!?”

Bdubs startled, looking around for the owner of the voice. 

“Hello!?” 

He narrowed his eyes, following the voice several blocks to the right. He stopped right before the ground gave way to another hole. 

“OH THANK THE VOID!”

All the way down below, surrounded by dripstone, was Jimmy. In full diamond armor. 

“BDUBS YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!” Jimmy shouted, “I'VE GOT HALF A HEART AND NOTHING TO MY NAME!”

“I don’t know about that,” Bdubs called back, sitting down on the edge of the hole, “You’re covered in diamonds.”

“I’ve got no wood, no tools and no food,” Jimmy lamented, “Please, do you have any food to spare?”

“How’d you manage this?” Bdubs asked, his ears perking up.

“There was some mild panicking when I dug into lava,” Jimmy said, “Very mild. I may have thrown half my inventory into it. These are minor details. Anyway, can you spare a mutton? I’d take it raw at this point.”

Bdubs cringed, “You’re lucky Scott didn’t hear that. He’d never let you live it down.”

“Scott’s dead to me!” Jimmy shouted back, “He and Joel and Etho found me just to laugh! The nerve!”

“Etho?” Bdubs blinked, honing in on his mission with laser focus, “You know where he went?”

“You get me outta this jam, I’ll take you straight to him, I swear on my half of a heart.”

“And one of your diamond pieces,” Bdubs added, standing back up. 

“You’d take the shirt off my back in my most trying time?”

“If it’s made of diamonds? Of course!” Bdubs replied, rummaging through his inventory, “After all, my hand might slip and grab my lava bucket instead.”

“ALRIGHT!” Jimmy shouted, “Just please! I can’t live down being yellow first again.”

Bdubs chuckled, taking mercy and flooding the hole. Jimmy quickly swam up, clawing his way onto solid ground and giving himself a firm shake to dry himself off. His long fluffy golden tail rained water droplets everywhere.

“Ah, a fellow dog of culture, I see,” Bdubs noted.

Jimmy cracked a smile, “Once a big dog, always a big dog. Woof, woof.” He picked himself up, taking off his diamond boots and handing them over. “Now please, some meat would be nice.”

“Oh I don't have any food on me,” Bdubs replied casually, slipping the armor on. “Should have probably grabbed some before leaving my crew, now that I think about it.”

Jimmy let out an anguished cry, hands shooting out to take hold of Bdubs shoulders. He dug into the iron armor there, “Are you KIDDING ME?” he shouted, close to tears, “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through!? Wave after wave after wave of creepers and zombies hounded me down there. Half a heart, Bdubs! I could trip and it’d be the end of me.”

“I’ve got a bed if you want to set your spawn here,” Bdubs offered with a bright cheery smile. Jimmy screamed out in aggravation. Bdubs patted his shoulder.

“Oh, that explains it.”

Jimmy and Bdubs turned at the sound of a third voice, and emerging from one of the rolling hills of this biome was Mumbo Jumbo of all people. 

“Mumbo!” Bdubs exclaimed, giving a friendly wave. “And on top of a mound!”

“Hmm? Oh! Yes! Once a mounder, always a mounder,” Mumbo replied with a grin, carefully hopping down the blocks to make it to their sides. His skin black and white tail shot out for balance. “Although, I’ve graduated to new heights this go-around. You could say I’m a mountaineer, now.”

“Well, ain’t that nice,” Bdubs complimented, “Are Skizz and Impulse with ya then?”

“Oh yes!” Mumbo assured, “BigB too.”

“Lovely catching up,” Jimmy interrupted, eye twitching, “But we have pressing matters at hand! Mumbo, do you have any food on you, bud?

“Hmm? Oh. Oh right, food. That would have been a good idea, wouldn’t it have been.” Mumbo realized aloud, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

“YOU PEOPLE ARE IMPOSSIBLE!” Jimmy screamed.

Bdubs laughed, patting Jimmy’s shoulder and spreading his other arm out over the horizon, “Look, we’re in a plains biome, I’m sure we can find ya something to munch on.”

“All the animals are gone already!” Jimmy snapped, “This is the life series not Hermitcraft!”

“There’s plenty of horses,” Mumbo pointed out, unhelpfully. 

“I CAN’T EAT A HORSE.”

“Not hungry enough, eh?” Mumbo replied. 

Jimmy paused mid scream to laugh, “Alright, that’s a good one.” He then returned to screaming, “I’ve got two ticks left in my hunger bar before I starve to death. And that’s gonna be on both your consciences now, I hope you know.”

“I’m sure I can convince Etho to part with some snacks when I find him,” Bdubs assured.

“Isn’t Etho a cat, though? At least, that’s what Impulse told me,” Mumbo said, “Why are you looking for him?”

“Because I’m me, Mumbo, that’s why,” Bdubs snapped. 

“Right,” Mumbo said, “Should have expected that. Anyway, if you’ll excuse me I need to collect some redstone down in that ravine. No reason, of course.”

“Of course,” Bdubs played along. He waved as Mumbo pushed past them, black and white spotted tail wagging behind him. He turned back to Jimmy, “Now which way did Etho go?”

Jimmy sighed,  “He went further up, toward Scar’s place, I think. Have you been there yet? Last I saw him he was making some sort of shanty on the lake edge.”

“And that’s where we shall go,” Bdubs announced. 

“I can’t sprint,” Jimmy said, looping an arm around Bdubs’ as a preventative measure. “Don’t you dare leave me behind.”

Bdubs laughed, but acquiesced. Slowing his pace down as they walked through the peaceful meadows. It was strange to see so few mobs and people. Eerie, really. But eventually from the fog appeared a new structure at the lake's edge. A fishing hut made of oak and spruce, already with a nice pier jutting into the water. 

Scar came into view first, arms waving about as he spoke to three other players. Even before he rendered, Bdubs could tell the tallest silhouette to be Etho, most likely standing beside Joel and Scott based on Jimmy’s previous recollection.

“ETHO!” Bdubs shouted, abandoning Jimmy completely to sprint over to him. 

Etho’s head shot up, and there was a soft crinkle around his eyes as they lit up in recognition. “Oh snappers, it’s a Bdubs!” he exclaimed, lifting  his hand to wave at him. 

“Why, hello there, Bdubs,” Scar intercepted, coming in between them before Bdubs could go in for the hug, “Welcome to my dock.”

“Right,” Bdubs nodded. “It’s a nice dock.”

“Thanks, I made it myself. Took all my wood,” Scar continued proudly, his gray and black tail swishing dangerously behind him.

“That’s not even true,” another voice snapped, and Bdubs quickly saw Lizzie coming into view. She was munching on a fish, her small ears folded close to her head, “I made the dock. You only made the shanty.”

“Details,” Scar waved off with his ever present smile. 

“Food!” Bdubs shouted, pointing at the half eaten cod in Lizzie’s hand, “Jimmy needs some! Lizzie can you spare a fish  for the starving man behind me?”

“Oh, Bdubs,” Joel groaned, his striped tail drooping in disappointment, “You actually helped him?”

“He was supposed to stay in the hole.” Scott clicked his tongue, shaking his head. 

“Dogs, amiright?” Joel offered cheekily. Bdubs couldn’t help but let out a petulant little huff at that. 

By that point Jimmy had finally staggered over to them, doubling over to rest his hands on his knees. “One tick! One tick left and I die before your callous eyes!”

“I’ve got food, Jimmy,” Lizzie assured, digging through her inventory, “But you’ll have to swear your undying loyalty to me first.”

“FINE!” Jimmy agreed. 

“See, this is how you get into so much trouble, Jimmy,” Scott commented, “You agree too quickly to things.”

“The man’s on death’s door, Scott. You can’t blame him,” Scar defended, even as he took out his own cooked cod to eat in front of him.

“To seal the deal I shall give you this!” Lizzie announced, handing over a bone. 

“Am I joke to you?” Jimmy growled, holding the bone, “You expect me to eat this? Just because I’m a dog? Har, har, har, everybody.” He pretended to give the bone a bite, only for his jaw to snap right through it. He blinked, surprised, nostrils flaring and bringing the bone to his mouth to properly chew on it. 

And then he ate it completely. 

“Oh,” Lizzie said, dumbfounded.

Joel started to laugh, “Did he seriously just–”

“There’s a terrible bone joke just waiting to be made here,” Scott snickered, politely covering his smile with his hand. 

Jimmy’s face colored, “Shut up! Just hold on a second,”

“Did it work?” Bdubs asked, intrigued. His floppy ears did their best to perk up.

“It…worked,” Jimmy confirmed, eyes widening 

“So I can punch you now? Thank void I’ve been having to hold back this whole time–” Joel started, pushing his way forward and winding his arm back.

Jimmy screeched, high pitched. Etho’s arm shot out to grab Joel by the scruff of his shirt while the poor golden retriever quickly ran behind Bdubs. “It didn’t FILL me up! I’m not anywhere close to healed yet. Get away from me, Joel!”

Lizzie stared at one of her bones, appraising it. Carefully, she raised it to her mouth and gave it an experimental gnaw. She grimaced.

“Let me try it,” Bdubs pawed at the bone, curiosity having gotten the best of him yet again. He immediately managed to snap it in half with his teeth, despite missing several. His eyes widened, “Huh. It’s not half bad!”

“This must be a dog thing,” Lizzie murmured, putting a finger to her chin, “I mean you can feed bones to wild wolves so it sort of makes sense.”

“Wait a tick,” Jimmy said, straightening up, “Wouldn’t that…Wouldn’t that mean…” He let his voice fade off as he rifled through his inventory to pull out a piece of rotten flesh. 

“Oh that is vile, Jimmy!” Joel snapped. 

Jimmy took a bite. His eyes widened. “NO WAY! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

Bdubs tilted his head to the side. Jimmy handed him another piece of the zombie flesh and he took a brave bite. An explosion of flavors hit his tongue all at once. Savory rich barbecue with just a hint of heat at the edges. He could feel himself salivating for more as he gobbled up the supposed rancid meat. “Oh my! This is gourmet!” 

“Are you telling me, I’ve been panicking for the past few hours when I could have eaten any of the 40 pieces of rotten flesh in my inventory!?” Jimmy cried, sinking down to his knees. 

“This is amazing,” Joel snickered, “I’m glad you dragged us out here, Scott.”

“I’m full of great ideas,” Scott preened, flicking his hair back to emphasize the point. His blue gray tail swished behind him for added effect.

“Anyway,” Etho said, finally making his way to stand by his old friend, “Fancy seeing you here, Bdubs.”

“Etho!” Bdubs shouted, remembering the whole point of the day. 

“Shouldn’t you be with your pack?” Etho faux sniffled, turning his head to the side. 

“I came to check on you!” Bdubs insisted, pushing toward him. “Sure, I was led astray momentarily, but here I am in the end! That’s got to count for something, right?”

“I’m not letting more people move in with me,” Joel growled, putting his foot down. 

Etho patted Joels’ shoulder, lifting his other hand to scratch the back of his own neck, “Ya see, Bdubs, after that whole debacle, I kinda joined my own alliance. A Fe-liance.”

“Oh.” Bdubs took a step back, wounded. “Oh, I see.”

“Aww man, Joel,” Etho caved immediately, turning to the tabby cat, “Can’t we keep him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“But look at him. How could you say no to that face?”

“Easily,” Joel said. Scott laughed. 

“Gentlemen,” Scar clapped, grabbing everyone's attention once more. Lizzie made a loud ahem, her tail lashing out in warning. Scar quickly amended, “And Lady. Although this has been quite the joyous reunion, I do believe you three came here for business?”

“We came for information, actually,” Scott cut in, taking a step forward, “From Lizzie, really. I hear you’ve got quite the advantage in this game, this time around.”

Lizzie blinked owlishly, “Whatever do you mean?”

“Oh, she’s good,” Bdubs whispered to Jimmy and Etho, who were standing closest to him. 

“That’s the same look you pull half the time,” Etho huffed, crossing his arms.

“Game recognizes game,” Bdubs nodded. “Did I say that right? Gem taught me that one.”

“Joel told me everything,” Scott said bluntly. Joel’s ears pinned back, betrayed. 

Lizzie scowled, turning to her husband, “Joel! You had one job!”

“I didn’t know it was a secret!” Joel snapped, tabby tail lashing behind him.

“Of course it was a secret!” Lizzie huffed. She crossed her arms, glaring up at Scott. “Well, you already know, then. No fall damage.”

“No fall damage?” Etho repeated, eyes widening a fraction. 

“At all?” Bdubs added. “Well, wouldn’t that be nifty.”

“Interesting,” Scott continued tapping his chin, “What else do you know?”

Lizzie glowered, “Maybe that’s all I know.”

“Oh, come on now,” Scott started, his tone lilting as he bent forward to get closer to Lizzie’s face,  “You expect me to believe the great LDShadowlady spent all of her imperial days as a cat and learned only one thing?”

“Oh, Scott,” Lizzie said, turning her head shyly to the side, “You’re gonna make me blush.”

Joel visibly scowled. 

“Anybody got blocks?” Etho asked, “I gotta try this no fall damage thing.”

“Oh, it’s amazing Etho,” Joel egged on, eager to latch onto any distraction from his wife’s annoyance at him, “I went all the way to the height limit. You saw!”

“I did see,” Etho agreed with a light laugh. 

“Lizzie’s got cobble in her chest,” Jimmy pointed out, uncrouching from the chest he’d been rifling through.. 

Lizzie whirled around at him, “Jimmy! I saved your life and you’re going through my things?”

Etho grabbed two stacks easily, turning towards Bdubs, “What do you say, wanna give it a shot with me?”

Bdubs reddened, but he took the offered stack, “Oh, well, when you ask so nicely how could I possibly refuse?” Then he pocketed the stack and put his hands on his hips, “Are you CRAZY? I’m no cat! You think me a FOOL?”

Etho cackled, “Just keeping you on your toes, is all.” He wiped at his eye, and hopped up onto a block, “I’m still gonna check it out for myself, though.” 

Bdubs watched with growing wariness as Etho ascended upwards. He could hear the bickering around him start to die down as all eyes veered toward the white cat in the sky. 

“You know, this has me thinking,” Scar started, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “We could be a whole traveling circus. Think of all the trapeze arts! No safety nets. It’d be spectacular. People would pay a fortune to see it. And there would be absolutely no clowns.”

“Shh,” Joel shushed, “He’s gonna jump. Jump into my arms Etho!!” he extended out his hands, only to be nudged in the side by both Scott and Lizzie adding up to one solid tick of damage against him. 

Etho did jump and, without a drop of water,  landed on his feet before them. His tail pointed straight out for balance and his own eyes were wide like even he couldn’t believe it. Then he turned toward his audience and asked, “Did that make you jump?”

“Oh, BROTHER,” Bdubs lamented, rolling his eyes. Hopefully, his lambasting would cover up the jealousy and admiration festering just underneath the surface. 

“I didn’t go that far up,” Etho admitted sheepishly after a moment, stepping away from his stack, “But you know what, Bdubs? I bet you could water bucket clutch from that height.”

“No way,” Bdubs said.

“Perhaps we should change the saying from scaredy cat to scaredy dog,” Joel goaded. 

“Good one,” Scott replied flatly. 

“It was NOT,” Jimmy snapped, “Don’t listen to them Bdubs! You don’t need to prove nothin’.”

“Of course I’m not doing something that stupid,” Bdubs assured. 

“I’ll give you this saddle,” Etho offered. 

“Alright,” Bdubs sighed, pulling out the stack of cobblestone and starting to hop up into the sky. He ignored Jimmy’s squawking and Joel’s cackling, instead focusing on not slipping off his precarious tower. As he reached the halfway point he realized very quickly how stupid he was being. “Committing to the bit never did me wrong before,” he murmured to himself. He blinked and then snapped aloud, “Except for every time it did! What the heck am I doing up here!?”

He stared down at his audience and pursed his lips. He couldn’t mine down to them now. He’d never live it down. He’d bring great shame not only to himself but to all of dogkind. Plus, he really did want a saddle. 

“You’re a professional, Bdubs,” he reminded himself, shaking off his nerves and squaring his shoulders. He pulled out his bucket of water, counted to three, then counted to three again, and then finally psyched himself out enough to just jump at the number two. 

BDoubleO100 fell from a high place. ImpulseSV  > OH NO! IntheLittleWood > First Blood TangoTek > Jimmy you can breathe now! ZombieCleo > I let you out of my sight for FIVE MINUTES

Bdubs opened his eyes at spawn and let out a frustrated scream. He stomped around trying to let the anger out. Oh, he was going to murder Etho, his eternal alliance be damned. He started hoofing it to the otherside of the lake, lamenting his lack of horse. His lack of anything. Especially with the sun already starting to set. It wouldn’t be long until night befell them. 

“Bdubs! Over here!” he heard Jimmy shout. He turned his head to see that both Jimmy and Lizzie were running toward him, meeting him about halfway. 

“We grabbed your stuff,” Jimmy said quickly as he started chucking items out of his pockets and onto the ground. 

“I gave Etho quite the tongue lashing too,” Lizzie assured, “Put the fear of the void in ‘im for messing with my dogs like that.”

“Your dogs?” Jimmy questioned. 

“I gave you each a bone, didn’t I?” Lizzie reminded him. 

“I’ve got a bone to pick with a certain someone,” Bdubs interrupted, pushing past them after accounting for his relatively small amount of things.  He sprinted the rest of the way and in no time he found exactly who he was looking for. 

“ETHO, WHAT THE HECK!” Bdubs shouted, glaring as the white cat seemed to curl in on himself nervously. His white ears pinned so close to his head they became lost in his unruly hair.

“I swear I was gonna put down some water as a safety last minute,” Etho muttered, not looking him in the eye. He rummaged through his inventory and pulled out a horse saddle, “You still want the saddle?”

“I don’t want your BLOOD SADDLE!” Bdubs bellowed, stomping his foot for added effect. “I want my life back!”

“Uh,” Etho started, glancing over to his alliance for help. 

Joel stepped in easily enough, “Sorry, Bdubs, we don’t speak dog.” He grabbed hold of Etho’s arm, pulling him away, “Etho! Scott! Uh, we should go work on the base! That isn’t here!”

“Right,” Etho agreed as he allowed himself to be dragged, “We’ve got a tree to build.”

“You’re even building trees without me, now?” Bdubs called out, “I hate you!”

“Quite the tragic break up we’re witnessing, huh boys,” Lizzie commented, shaking her head solemnly where she stood between Jimmy and Scar. 

“What, you and Joel?” Scar blinked. 

“What? No! Bdubs and Etho!” Lizzie snapped. 

“But you’re sticking with me right? Not following your husband out there? I take loyalty very seriously here, Lizzie,” Scar warned. 

“Of course!” Lizzie waved off, “That man’s dead to me.” She ignored the strangled cry of I heard that from Joel, instead giving Scar a bright cheery smile. He echoed it and the atmosphere seemed to grow a bit tenser, enough for Jimmy to take a wary step back. 

“Timmy, where are you going?” Scar asked, turning towards him.

“Yeah, Jimmy, you’re one of us now, remember?” Lizzie cautioned. 

Jimmy swallowed, “Uh, right, about that. You know, you two being cats, and us being dogs–”

“The circus doesn’t discriminate,” Scar waved off. 

“You took the bone, Jimmy,” Lizzie reminded him sternly.

“Erm, Bdubs, what do you think?” Jimmy tried, turning desperately to the silent pug still watching the trio retreating in the distance.  

Bdubs ignored him entirely, instead screaming out “WAIT!” at the top of his lungs. 

Jimmy blanched as he watched his fellow dog sprint away from him, calling out a desperate plea of, “Don’t leave me here alone!”

Bdubs caught up to the cat trio easily enough. He stood right in front of Etho, who still looked too sheepish to meet his gaze. With his sternest glare he demanded, “Give me the saddle.”

Etho gave a nervous chuckle but handed over the item all the same. “So…we’re good now? No hard feelings?”

“Nope,” Bdubs answered with a cheery smile, “You’re absolutely dead to me!” He then swiveled round, racing back to  join Lizzie, Scar and Jimmy where he left them. 

“Oh, thank the void you didn’t abandon me,” Jimmy sighed out in relief. 

“Abandon you? No! Never!” Bdubs assured, throwing an arm around the taller dog, “We’re bone brothers now.”

Lizzie cheered and Scar gave his own approving cackle as he swept them all in for a group hug. From within the inner circle, Bdubs continued, “Alright, new family, here’s the deal. I’ve got intel I can share about a whole host of these TRAITORS on this server.”

Still, even as he shared all he knew about the locations of the other players and their species, he couldn’t help glancing behind his back every now and then, just in case. And each time his eyes met only the empty landscape, he felt the cold wrap around his heart just a little bit tighter.

[yourfatherlucifer]

MDNI - Incubus!Wooyoung

Bunny Hybrid!Reader

Background poly mafia!teez

Connected with Yunho one, more to come.

(Still on hiatus)

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Tags: @mjyungi @potatomountain @bro-atz @ja3hwa @justhere4kpop @luvt0kki @khjcs

Wooyoung stood behind her, his arm wrapping around her tiny waist, “You smell like a good aroused bunny.” His nose buried in her scent gland. The incubus continued to tease her with his fingertips, slowly guiding them to flip up her skirt, “You gonna be a good girl?”

She whined in protest as his fingers glided to her soaked underwear, “A hybrid in heat is the best thing.” Wooyoung chuckled in her ear.

He pushed aside the fabric and teased her swollen clit with the tip of his finger.

“Yeah? You just want to be used, pretty bunny?” His mocking tone went straight to her core, heating her more.

“Wooyoung, please.” She jutted out her lip, ears flat against her head. She tried not to stomp her foot against the floor, frustrated from his teasing.

“Awe, bunny, that’s so cute.” He reached in between their bodies and grabbed at her poof of a tail, yanking it, “but I’m in control.”

She yelped as he pushed her forward into the wall, her hands saving her from the impact, “Wooyoung!”

He threw his head back in a cackle, “You’ll be fine. Spread your legs for me.”

She could hear the sound of him fumbling with his belt and his pants being pushed down to his ankles.

His body pressed against hers once more, his cock pushing against her ass when he flipped up her skirt, “I want to drain you of everything,” he leans down to whisper in her ear, “but I can’t, because then I can’t have my favorite plaything.”

He ran his cock against her folds through her underwear, her sopping wet underwear.

“Fuck I need to be inside of you.” Wooyoung lets out a demonic growl and rips open her underwear from the middle so his cock could easily slide in.

“Please, I need your cum Wooyoungie.” The hybrid whimpered and shook her ass against his pelvis.

Wooyoung quickly turned her around to face him, “Then you’ll get it.” He picks her up and tosses her over his shoulder, taking her out of the room.

He passed by several of his fellow mafia members with a smirk, which one of them frowned in response, “Hey no fair! You got the bunny!” It was San, the cat hybrid who noticed her bare cunt from her being on his shoulder with her skirt folded upwards.

“Get over it.” Wooyoung left him behind and entered his room.

He set her down on the bed, rather gently, “I’m gonna undress you now, pretty.” Wooyoung smiled with his pointed devilish tail swaying behind him.

He climbed on top of her and dragged off her shirt, she immediately covered her breasts, for some reason shy in front of him.

She has had sex with every male in the facility, which was only eight, yet for some reason being bare in front of Wooyoung always got her. Maybe it was because he was incubus. She never knows.

Wooyoung smiled and pried her arms away, "It's okay, I'll only bite if you ask."

She nodded and spread open her legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Okay.."

Wooyoung slowly pushed his cock in, eyes squeezing his eyes shut at the bliss of her being wrapped around him, "Careful, don't squeeze me so tight, I would love to make this last with you."

Her nails dug into his shoulder blades with each snap of his hips. Wooyoung set a gentle pace with her, because if he went too hard he knew he'd like break her. He didn't want to do that just yet.

She let out little squeaks with each thrust and hip roll, he always knew how to fuck her just right. It came naturally with his demon type.

His fist grabbed her ears, gripping them tight as he began pounding harder and faster into her. His hips practically jackhammering into her. Moan after moan filled his ears, they were filling his ego and energy.

"Come on, little bunny, cum for me." He growled into her ears and continued his relentless abuse on her cunt.

"Wooyoung!" She cried out, ears sensitive from his grip and her cunt squeezing tightly around him.

After minutes of him fucking his cock deep inside, she came around him and left a ring of cum around his cock.

With a final harsh thrust, he also came, and it was a lot, so much that it spilled out past his base.

"Oh, yeah, bunny." He smashed his lips against hers, "I'm gonna invite kitty in here for a round two, sound good?"

[zhonglisbeloved]

DESIRES OF A GOD [NSFW]

draft and tbh I'd get Venti pregnant too :)

Cat Hybrid! Venti x Fem! Witch! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of breeding like once at the very end, use of a potion (idk but just putting it out there)

he walked through the forest, carefully looking around for a small cottage that apparently belonged to a very powerful witch. suddenly, amongst the tall trees and other flora, a barely visible cottage caught his eyes, assuming this to be his destination he walked towards it, remembering to be careful.

on reaching the place he knocked on the door which was soon answered by a beautiful girl, he was awestruck as he stood there with his jaw dropped, "how can I help you?"  she asked softly in a voice that sounded as sweet and enchanting as that of the sirens from the legends of a far off land. her floral scent clouded his senses as he stood there in front of the witch.

"I-I'm looking for a potion that'll help me with my desires" he muttered nervously while fiddling his hands, the Anemo Archon was never nervous but the beauty that stood in front of him had him blushing, he regretted not dressing up better.

"desires, hm, I think I might have the potion for you" she said as she moved away to let him in, he entered the warm and cozy cottage, finding it hard to believe that it belonged to a witch, she didn't fit the stereotype of one. he was somewhere glad she didn't.

"hmm, let's see" she mumbled to herself as she looked at the shelf adorned with multiple fancy bottles with pretty liquids inside them, some were sparkly and some were dull, there was a wide range. "aha! there you go" she picked up a globular small, clear bottle that had a mildly glittering, peach colored liquid, and handed it to him. he looked at it, a bit hesitant. "drink up" she urged him as she watched him attentively.

he took a deep breath before drowning the potion, he could instantly feel major changes, his body felt fuzzy and his head ached a bit. he furrowed his brows due to the sudden change but soon relaxed as it went away in a split second. "wow...you...your desires are nothing short of wild, Barbatos"

she giggled, he looked at his hands but did not notice anything different and looked confused until she mentioned it, "your head silly, you have cat ears and even a fluffy tail" she said as she circled around him, examining his body and the changes that have taken place. "o-oh that's...good..." he whispered as his cheeks heated up.

he groaned suddenly as he felt some pressure on his cock, looking down he saw that he had a huge bulge that was pressing against his tight pants. "ahh looks like the heat symptoms have set in already" she chuckled, "don't worry, I can help you if you want" she now stood in front of him and looked at him softly yet with a minx like look in her eyes.

"y-yes please" he said loud and clear, he didn't know what had taken over him, whether it was the potion or the sexual attraction that he felt for the person in front of him. she hummed and pulled his hands towards the couch, making him sit on it. "let yourself relax" she smiled up at him before positioning herself on her knees in front of his spread legs.

she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, releasing his huge, thick, hard, and dripping cock. she licked her lips and immediately got to work, using her hands to stroke his length and rubbing his tip with her thumb. soft gasps and deep breaths left his mouth as he closed his eyes and threw his head back.

"more...please more" he whimpered urgently making her chuckle, but she didn't waste time and moved to take his cock in her mouth and bobbing her head up and down pleasuring him. "mhm- oh god that feels so good, your tongue against my length-" he cut himself off with a gasp as she deepthroated him.

he was sensitive already and this sudden deepthroating had him releasing his load already as his thighs shook. "I-I'm cumming- you're too good" he mumbled as he grabbed her hair and moved her head up and down his dick, riding out his high while she flattened her tongue against that one prominent vein. she pulled back when he had calmed down, though he still had heavy breathing. 

"I want more...I want to breed you" he whispered, his chest rising and falling at a steady pace as he looked in her eyes deeply, his pupils dilating. 

[soonwoosz]

short scenario

chenle x reader = unlabelled chemistry

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You've always had a weird relationship with Chenle.

Ever since the start of first year, you haven't really established your relationship as friends - yet couldn't say you were strangers, being classmates.

Sure, there were a few conversations here and there, but most of the time they were brought together by mutual friends.

Nonetheless, you couldn't say you hadn't realised you stare a little too long - just whenever the sunshine casts on the right spot against his glass skin while studying in class. Or whenever your friends drag you to watch the boys play basketball in the courts, where sweat drips down his neck delicately, paired with the furrowing of his eyebrows or biting on his bottom lip when he threw the ball into the basket out of focus.

On the same frequency, would it be overthinking if you caught him staring a few times in class, always having that feeling when someone looks a little too long in your direction?

Your friends have always teased you about a blossoming relationship whenever you coincidentally wore matching outfits, raving about your compatible personalities, looks, something along those lines all the time.

It was awkward at first, as you could imagine. It was a mutual thought when the both of you started avoiding each other in class, keeping conversations to a minimum, or not looking at all.

It was of no use - being classmates in the same class, afterall.

Years pass by fast. The next thing you know, the bells in the school corridors died down. Instead, cheers of hoorahs erupted in the hall, followed by the tossing of graduation caps to signify the end of school.

You laughed along to the cheers, holding onto the graduation flowers and gifts as you posed for the camera with your favourite people in school.

"Say cheese!" The photographer signalled, a thumbs up to show that he took the photo.

Everyone rushed out the hall, heading for the main gates to take a picture with the school building as memory for the near future.

And just like them, it was mandatory to take as much pictures for this joyous occasion with everyone you cherished.

"Let's take a photo here!" Donghyuck pointed, the school's iconic spiral staircase coming into view.

"Would that be a good idea? The stairs are still wet and slippery from the rain." Hana spoke, using her heels to test the friction on the flight of stairs.

"It's fine, just hold onto the railings!" He pulled us forward before we could even protest.

The stairs were steep, yet narrow in size, making it ten times more difficult to walk in your dresses. Heels clacked against the stone, climbing up just enough to fit a maximum of two persons per step.

Unfortunately, you had landed right beside the dreaded Zhong Chenle, who towered over your figure.

"You're never escaping the height killer agenda, Chenle."

"Not my fault you're the shortest,"

He placed an arm on your shoulder, taking it as a shoulder rest.

"Perfect." His eyes lingered a little longer.

You broke the eye contact, palms a little sweatier than usual.

You shook his grip off.

"Hey!" The photographer caught everyone's attention.

"The image is inproportionate, could everyone please take a seat on the step?"

You exchanged looks with Chenle, who shrugged and took a seat on a dry step behind you.

You huffed, internally whining as you picked the tail of your dress up, trying to find a comfortable position to sit down on.

However, you gasped, feeling yourself fall backwards -

into someone's lap.

"Stop squirming, I just want to get this over with." Chenle whispered in a low voice, wrapping a gentle arm around your waist.

You felt your heart rate thump just a little faster than usual, blood rushing straight into your cheeks.

"Ridiculous." You muttered, just enough for him to hear.

You crossed your legs, sitting comfortably against his chest while posing with the flowers in your hands, along with the others. It was lucky that you borh sat at the very back, with no one caring enough to break their focus on their best looks for the photo.

Though, you wonder what their reaction would be when the photo results came out?

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