#Lion/reader

[mothiir]

LMFAO all i can imagine now is lion so lost in the sauce eating her out hes reverted mentally to an actual lion on an antelope carcass, bro growling n shit when she tries to like shift away like NO this is mine DONT YOU FUCKING MOVE

this is beautiful and totally true. please enjoy the following fic snippet, which occurs the same night as the first one, because the lion does not fuck around.

cw: slight dubcon, size kink, slight gore.

Even when ensconced between your thighs, his tongue buried inside your cunt, the Lion is terrifying.

It starts out promisingly enough. He licks into you, sloppy and eager, enthusiasm winning out where his skill lacks (the fact that his tongue is large enough to lash across your clit each time by sheer chance helps), and before you have quite registered what is happening he’s wrung an orgasm from you. Your body convulses, your breath quickens, and you mewl helplessly. You swear you feel the Lion smirk against your soft flesh — but you cannot imagine the Primarch doing something so human, so petty.

Maybe you’re delirious. Maybe this is all a fever dream.

The problem is that he keeps going. He sucks and licks and when you — quite against your better judgement — start rocking your hips against his face, he purrs. “That’s it,” he rumbles approvingly, his grasp on your hips tightening. “Like that. Open yourself for me, little whore.”

Whore — oh the fucking nerve of it. The cheek! You had a respectable job and a decent life, and actual wages, and then he stole you and if anything you are less than a whore because you are about to get fucked for free —

He sucks on your clit — more accurately, he sucks on the upper half of your cunt — but semantics don’t matter because holy fucking hell — the world shatters, you shatter, everything is warm and visceral and your cunt is one twitching nerve, pulsing in time with the Lion’s relentless lapping.

“Stop — wait — stop — “ you slur, trying to squirm away; the Lion growls, a truly bestial sound that has your stomach curdling, and you freeze. He pulls you back onto his face.

“Mine,” he snaps. “Stay.”

“My lord —“

The Lion’s snarl echoes up your spine, distracting you enough that you don’t see his teeth close on the meat of your thigh until it is too late. Not that you could have stopped him biting you, of course. You might just have got a bit of warning. You stare as his fangs sink in, as blood bubbles, and for one icy moment time slows to a syrupy crawl. His eyes meet yours. His pupils are swollen black and huge, like a cat about to strike.

And then, all at once, time returns to its usual pace, and your body shrills in pain. You choke down the warm scream filling your throat, staring wild-eyed at the Lion/

He’s really switching from eating pussy to eating pussy, isn’t he? A dry, hysterical giggle escapes your lips at your own stupid joke. The Lion’s eyes drift half closed, and he releases your thigh, licking at the blood spilling from the wound. Not as much as you feared — a trickle, not a flood — but still more than you would like.

The Lion utters that strange rumbling sound again, nuzzling his blood-sticky maw against your thigh; his expression is dreamy, almost peaceful. “Delicious,” he sighs, and licks again. “Tasty tasty mortal, and all mine…”

Another lick. Then he freezes, and it is like the gears turn in his skull. You swear you hear them grind. He clears his throat, and mops his face on the back of his hand, trying to gather some dignity.

“…anyway. Right. That aside — where were we?”

[dragonsholygrail]

Wild Domination

Lion Hybrid bf x Antelope Hybrid fem!reader— exhibitionism, voyeurism, rough sex, aftercare

Your Lion Hybrid bf not choosing a Lion for his mate had been a very controversial choice within his pride. But he had stuck by it. Stuck by you, his Antelope Hybrid mate.

And you were gonna stick by him through it all too. No matter how often the other lion hybrids looked at you like you were their next meal. But not in the way your bf always did. Or how they whispered cruel words as you passed them by.

Though while you were determined to make friends, thinking if they loved you they’d be more accepting of you, your bf knew only one thing would work.

Dominance.

He had to show them all who was still leading his pride and that no disrespect to his mate would be tolerated. Because you were his love and the one who would be leading alongside him. So in a way you had to show your dominance. Or be dominated.

You shyly follow behind him as he gathers everyone to address his pride. The entire lot of you all standing in the large dining room of his home.

“I hear there is some uncertainty on the claim I have made to my mate,” your bf rumbles out, a subtle threat to his tone. They all avoid his gaze.

You blush as he brings you to stand in front of him. His hands on your shoulders and the comforting presence of his heat on your back helping to calm you. His hands draw down your body with desire, sliding along and groping at your delicious curves, feeling the flesh give away under his intense affection.

You don’t mean to but you end up meeting the eye of everyone at the other end of the table, seeing varying degrees of displeasure.

“I’ve brought you all here to clear any remaining doubt.”

You feel a light pressure on our back and you instantly submit, following your bf’s silent instructions. But your eyes widen as you find yourself bending over on top of the table, cheek squished against the glass.

“Love, what’re you doing?”

He doesn’t respond and for a moment you worry he hadn’t heard your breathless question. Then he flips up your dress and kicks your knees a part so that he can fit snuggly between your legs even with your tail. Any lingering questions fly out of your head the second he pushes your panties to the side and you feel his wet tip pushing through your folds.

“So that you know her heart is mine, her soul is mine, her body is mine, and most of all her perfect pussy is mine,” your bf says with a blissful sigh and he pushes into you.

With a growl he refuses to hold back, wanting everyone to understand the claim he has on you and that you have on him. His hands return to your shoulders as he starts pounding away at you, tail flicking furiously. You moan wildly, struggling to push back against his every thrust when he’s pinning your body down. But knowing you need even more of him.

The other Lion Hybrids look on, acceptance and denial in their expressions. Yet no matter what the smell of arousal was clear from both sides of the room. Your own bliss grows at the sight of them all enjoying the show and you cry out when your bf starts hitting those special spots inside of you, his length spearing through your gummy walls till your toes curl.

“Look at how well she takes my cock. Made for me to be inside of her. No one else- no one else can make me feel like this,” your bf snarls loudly, his voice echoing throughout the room as he keeps pumping his cock inside your tight cunt.

By now you can see just about everyone at the other end of the room touching themselves to the sight of you and your bf. It makes your skin buzz and your pussy flutter around your bf’s dick.

Your bf growls again and a second later you feel his hot breath on your neck. You shiver, leaning into him and his relentless thrusts. The new angle hitting even deeper inside you.

“You like this, sweetheart? Having our pride watch as I take your soaked cunt and stretch it with my cock,” He whispers in your ear and you can’t help but clench down on him, moaning raggedly.

He chuckles as if your reaction had given him all the answer he needed. His thrusts start to turn sloppy and erratic and you know he’s close. Wanting to feel you milk his cock, your bf grips your sensitive horns and guides your body back. You cry out, jerking in his hold but not wanting him to stop.

“Now I want you to cum and prove how much of a slut you really are for me.”

You immediately explode over his cock, your orgasm crashing through you as if just waiting for him to let you release. A long mewl leaves your lips as you unnaturally bend so you can feel him as deep inside you as possible. Your body shakes as your bf continues to snap his hips into your squeezing cunt and with how damn tight you are he can’t hold back his own climax for long.

It only takes a couple more snaps of his hips before he’s following after you, filling your pussy with every last drop of his cum he can. Moans from the other end of the table echo down the way but neither of you pay them any more mind.

He sits down in a nearby chair and pulls you into his arms. Cradling your plump frame in his broad chest and sagging against the piece of furniture. Your bf dares to relax before remembering the rest of the pride down the room. He gruffly dismisses them and as soon as you two are alone he sighs and buries his face in your neck.

“You’ll probably have to give a different version of that speech again. I don’t think anyone heard you,” you comment, lazily reaching up to brush your hands through his mane. A gentle rumble passes through your mate’s chest.

“Oh, I plan to rehearse this speech as many times as you can take me…”

[bunnis-monsters]

I was wondering if you could take requests for an SFW scenario of a monster of your choice with an S/O who, when angry or frustrated, bites their arm because they can't communicate their feelings

Your lion hybrid bf’s tail swayed in annoyance as he lifted his arm, just for you to be attached to it by the mouth. He huffed, raising an eyebrow as his golden eyed stared into yours.

“Is that it? You’re just going to bite me?”

You mumbled something around his arm, and he watched in light amusement as you noticed he couldn’t understand you.

“…”

You sat on his lap, petting his mane while you sucked on one of his fingers. The two of you had a fight earlier, and you just got really frustrated.

“You can’t just bite me when you get upset, little one. It isn’t fair to me.”

“… I know. I’m sorry. It’s just… I don’t know how to express myself.”

His chest rumbled with purrs as you played with his mane some more. “Mmm… try drawing or writing about how you feel next time, okay?”

“Okay…”

He licked the top of your head, grooming and preening you as you drew something.

You handed it to him, and he finally understood why you were upset.

The drawing depicted him being careless with an important stuffy of yours and causing its arm to be torn off.

“Ah… I’m sorry, little one. I’ll pay for it to be properly sewn back on.”

With your feelings heard, you were able to truly relax and curl up with your boyfriend, burying your face into his mane.

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[ozzgin]

Hiiii random question but with all your monster an animals buddy’s like asylum spider an shark loan shark, was or is there a tiger or lion? I’d imagine the tiger would be a mod boss maybe the lion owns a famous hair saloon with all the hair he has! Anyways love all your work! An feel free to ignore I bet your very busy with how popular your work is!😊🥳

Lion!Hybrid is the owner of a popular hair salon. It's not just the skill that's gotten him to the top, but his warm, welcoming nature. While passersby are initially intimidated by his massive frame, they're quickly put to ease by his charming smile and soft voice.

Tiger!Hybrid is not only a regular of the salon, but Lion!Hybrid's childhood friend. He's a professional boxer and the underground leader of the local gang. He has to come after work hours to get his hair fixed because he scares all other clients with his threatening aura.

"Sorry, I'm afraid we're closed for the day-"

The beastly stylist stops in his tracks once he notices the small human who sheepishly made their way in: you.

"I'm sure you can fit one more person", his tiger friend swiftly remarks once he sets his eyes on you.

"You're right."

They exchange a peculiar, knowing look, and a faint smile crosses both their expressions.

"May I ask for your name?" the lion ushers you to the nearest seat.

"It's (Y/N)."

Well, (Y/N), welcome to the salon. Hopefully it's to your liking, because you will be back. They'll make sure of it.

Especially now that you've caught their interest.

[More hybrids and doodles]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Danse Macabre

[Commission]

[frogchiro]

Lion hybrid! Ghost makes me go feral. Imagine when a new (and younger) lion hybrid shows up and starts flirting with you. It would make Ghost much more territorial.

Of course he is not going to fight with that young lion hybrid, Ghost is not that childlish (although he is really doing a olympic effort not to snap that guy's neck).  Instead Ghost drags you to his nest, rips your clothes and rearranges your guts, making you moan so loud so everybody knows you are his and only his.

It's not about mating. It's about sending a message.

Oh Lion!Ghost would definitely have to contain himself from tearing that shit's head off clean from his neck. Who does the little punk even think he is, getting all over you, his mate. even though you're clearly marked??

Sure, they rookie is closer to you in age, in his early twenties Simon thinks, but that doesn't mean shit. The blonde hybrid would chuff at the thought of that young buck sniffing around you; a lovely girl like you deserves something more, someone more. You need a big, strong, older man, someone experienced who can satisfy you on all ends and keep you safe, not some hot-shot asshole who only thinks with his dick....Well Simon also think with his dick around you but that's different.

Now he has you on all fours in your nest, the perfect position for presenting to him with your head pressed into the fluffy bedding and your ass angled high up, Si's strong broad hips pressed tightly against you as his lengthy thick cock buries itself inside you again and again :(( Your mewls and whines are muffled slightly by the soft comforter you're currently clutching tightly, the overwhelming pleasure is almost painful especially with the way your mate's leaky tip is pressed tightly against your sore cervix. You have no idea what came over Simon but his insistent attention, scenting, nuzzling and now mating is something you'd never even complain about.

All the while Simon is loudly moaning and bellowing in between loud growls of pleasure as his thrusts become increasingly erratic, the feeling of your cervix around the swollen head of his cock driving him crazy and closer to the edge and he not so secretly hopes that the little shit will hear how loud you two are being, a clear sign of a happy mated couple and to stay the fuck away :((

[emelinstriker]

The ESAU Summer 2024 Backgrounds are finally done! :D

Your champions are happy to spend the summer with you and have fun at the beach... Also the first background ended up so much better than the second one fhgfnghfnghfg

[dreamsatoru]

Stubborn kitty. // Leona Kingscholar

Leona’s reward for you helping him was trapping you in his arms.

tags: gn!reader, fluff, sfw, leona being a housekitty, a small mention of an injury

Recently, Leona got injured. It wasn’t anything serious, just needed to limit his arm movements to not worsen his state. Today, he just needed to wash his hair and despite your suggestions about helping him, he refused and insisted on doing this himself.

Now, he walked out of the bathroom, his hair soaking wet, a frown on his face. He let out an exasperated sigh as he sat down on the couch you were sitting on. You lifted your gaze from your phone and met Leona’s slight scowl.

“…Can you help me?” He asked, clearly not happy about needing help, a towel laid on his shoulders, preventing his wet hair from getting water on his clothes. Your eyebrows furrowed for a split second before realizing that he was asking for help with getting his hair dried up.

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, putting your phone down on the coffee table next to the couch. “Does your arm feel too sore?” You asked genuinely as you started to dry his wet hair.

Your touch was gentle, almost massaging his scalp with your movements, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back a little.

“Maybe.” That was his answer. Surely it must’ve hurt, otherwise he’d still be stubborn like a donkey and do everything himself.

After drying it you quickly went to the bathroom to grab a brush. “I’ll brush your hair too, ‘kay?” You said softly, sitting behind him.

“Whatever, just— Make it quick.” Otherwise, his heart will beat too fast and he’ll start liking all this even more, and he doesn't want that at all.

You started brushing his long soft brown hair, the braids that were usually by the sides of his temples were not there, it wasn’t all that surprising since he’d just gotten out of the shower. When his hair was all loose and wet he looked softer, his hair, despite being wet, still managed to look fluffy.

His ears were wet too, but you only gave them a few gentle dabs with the towel, not fully knowing if that’d be okay with Leona.

As you brushed his hair, you also gently undid any knots that were in his hair. You felt his body leaning in a little more into yours as you kept brushing his hair. At first, you thought it was just an instinct to lean into a comfortable touch, but as it turned out, he fell asleep.

Soft breaths and occasional grunts left his mouth as he slept. You were conflicted about whether to wake him up or not. He looked so at peace that you just didn't have the heart to wake him up.

You attempted to get out from behind his body and not wake him up, but it was quite the challenge as his back was pressed against your chest. It was quite baffling — How did he even manage to fall asleep in this position?

“Crap.” You whispered out as he twitched when you moved. You tried it again, and this time you succeeded in escaping from his sleeping form.

You carefully yet a little awkwardly positioned his body to something that wouldn’t make him feel sore when he woke up, hoping it wouldn’t get him out of his, usually heavy, sleep.

You heard something being uttered out just as you tried to take a step to leave the room to let him rest. “Stay...”He sleepily grabbed your hand and swiftly pulled you on top of his body, wrapping his arms around you as if you were a plush toy and not a human being. “Stay… F’me…” He whispered, his breath hitting your skin as he cuddled up to you, his tail unconsciously wrapping itself around your leg as if to keep you in place.

I guess that’s your fate now. Sleeping with him. It would be more comfy if not for his still slightly wet hair, but I guess no one really gets all their wishes fulfilled, right?

“G’night..” He whispered.

“It’s 2 PM.” You commented.

“Shush.”

[drunkenlionwrites]

Heyy may i request boothill x fem!reader who likes feminine and cute stuff like bows, dresses and pastel colors while boothill is more the tough guy in the relationship

(maybe a short drabble of this)

ugh anon, I’m dying. It’s too cute, what did you do to my brain 😭😭 CW: fem!reader, fluff

All the pretty things. You’ve always had an eye for all the things pretty: soft flowy skirts that tickle the skin when you walk fast, elaborate looking huge parfaits, latte art that takes a maestro of a barista to make, pastel colored dresses that make you feel like a princess, especially when adorned with little bows – your latest obsession.

That’s why you stand in the huge line at Dreamjolt Hostelry now, with your boyfriend in tow – you just can’t miss the new limited cocktail they announced. It’s supposed to be sweet and fruity, but above all else you’re excited to see the presentation. When you asked Boothill to come there together, he looked at you with the “again your search for cute stuff” look, but agreed like he always does. How can he let his precious cupcake go into the bar all alone? His looks alone intimidate the crowd around you, and although people heard him to be Pom Pom, the mysterious Astral Express conductor, they don’t really bother any of you. Not that anyone would otherwise, but Boothill says you should always be cautious of your surroundings. And you listen to him, of course, albeit you know that he’ll never let anything happen to you.

‘Cautious’ he is now, already making friends among the people who stay in line in front of you, cracking some jokes that they half understand yet laugh, cause this weird outsider is honestly kinda endearing.

And when he finally gets two drinks for both of you - all big vinage glasses, white creamy top and horryfyingly pink liquid base, he turns to you with the smug toothy grin and shining eyes so alive, that you can’t look away for you’ve always had an eye for all the things pretty - and Boothill is the prettiest.

[dunmeshi-darlings]

Can we get the reader being flirted with/ seduced by Laios possessed by the winged lion? Maybe he knows y/n has a crush on Laios, or has some other motive?

"there you are..my darling Y/N" It spoke in his voice...but it was not him. It Had his body...but it was not him. it smiled at you with his face...but it was not him. Laios touden stared at you, his eyes transfixed on you, But what you stared at was not laios touden...It was that thing

You tell the being that you wont fall for its lies, that you KNOW it isnt laios. It chuckles, Its the same chuckle you had heard time and time before..a chuckle that had made you smile and chuckle in return, a sound that usually fills you with a warmth in your chest...but not now, now it filled you with an ice cold dread. "ah but is that not what you most desire? To have him call you his darling? ah, love and hunger...the two oldest of humanities desires."

The way it accentuates the word "Desire" made your skin crawl, its words felt so wrong and the fact it was in HIS voice made you all the more sicker....but something in you squirmed because it wasnt lying..it spoke the truth.

"I see your doubts, i speak the truth. i know of you and your kind and of your desires, is it so wrong to wish to be loved? love can start wars, it can end wars...love can topple kingdoms. Out of all the desires i have tasted in my time...love is perhaps the most delicious of them all, such a sweet intoxicating flavor...and i feel like yours would be the most delicious of meals ive had in centuries." The being spoke, slowly making its way towards you and taking one of your hands in his. You had longed to hold his hands like this, to hold it like a lovers. But this was not what you wanted, it felt wrong and yet it felt so right, it felt liberating and freeing. It felt intoxicating, like a deep wine you know you arnt allowed to have. You can only stare at him...it...whatever stood before you.

"In all my years ive experienced your world, i will admit you are a dazzling creation, Perhaps even more delicious than desire itself. I can see what laios sees in you, oh yes indeed...he has desires for you as well. I can feel them now, as i look at you i can feel the desires stirring within this form. And your desires are even stronger than his...come now dear, join me, join him. Be one together and indulge your desires, the three of us can make SUCH beautiful desires. I know just how much you wish for it, hoping for it every day, dreaming of being together...embrace your dreams my darling, embrace your desires. Do you not wish to follow your dreams? would you turn down that which you have always wanted?" the demon says, slowly pulling you into a soft hug. Your body freezes up, your mind reeling and fighting itself. You know this isnt laios, you know this is that thing...but would it be so wrong to welcome this? After all it may be a delusion, but if a delusion is inseparable from the real then does it truly matter? Would you truly turn away that which you have wanted for so...so..so long...what would should you do?

[mothiir]

romancing the lion

You are not going to be courted in any sense of the word - you think you’ll get knightly romance? Nope, you need to study your history and realise that most of the courtly romances were told to entertain and had no more bearing on actual Caliban courtship than mills and boon has on today’s dating scene. Even if they were the norm, the lion is a feral child of the wastes who believes he is quite literally gods gift. He’s not doing any of that.

instead, the first indication of his interest is going to be indistinguishable from literal kidnap. You’re a serf? Well done, you’re not serving him exclusively. You’re a noble woman? Congrats, you’re now a serf serving him exclusively. Diplomat? Guess. And try telling him no. Go on. Try it. This is a promotion you do not get to say no to.

does this mean that he is now nice to you - absolutely not of course it isn’t. He isn’t nice to anyone. He doesn’t even really have the words for the feelings he is feeling for you. This applies to him in the 30th millennium and the 41st btw. Either iteration is equally bad with emotion. The older version of him is less likely to start killing people you love so you’ve got that going for you.

the fact is that now you have his total attention and that means you get ordered about constantly because his love language is acts of service which means you will be serving. Think the princess bride but a little less wholesome. “Mend my armour. Make my food. Prepare my beard oil. Spend time with my watchers.”

At this stage you probably think he is planning to kill you. He can’t stop staring at you. Every little thing you do seems to to infuriate him. You’re not to know that this is his brand of cuteness aggression.

he will kill things for you. Like a cat dumping dead lizards on a doorstep. It’s what he’s good at and it’s how he shows affection. If you have enemies they are now dead. If you are a normal person with no mortal enemies he will just kill the biggest scariest things and ensure you see him do it. Do you feel aroused yet?

when he takes you to his bed he will be under the impression he has been incredibly obvious with his intentions and you will be completely taken aback

he is not suave. His pick up line is: “come to bed with me.” Or: “come to my chambers to see to my needs.”

he’s a virgin. War always took priority over sex for him. He will try and mount you without any prep, flipping you onto your front and clambering aboard.

he will blame you for not being open for him. For being too tight to fit him. He’s seen women give birth he knows how this works.

(he saw one woman give birth once and has extrapolated)

40th millennium him will be a little less grumpy about this but will still insist that you are doing something wrong. You will have to coax him through the business of foreplay which should be easy enough as long as you suck his dick. As soon as he realises that’s an option he’ll be happy to hold off on actually penetrating you as long as you keep licking

Will get annoyed at you for walking too slowly and carry you. There is no choice in this

basically be prepared for the most aggressive care you’ve experienced in your life - on the one hand he will yell at you for being stupid and human and frail, on the other he will carry you on his shoulder like a tame kestrel and hand feed you “because you’re too foolish to take care of yourself”

[pelova4president]

Won us the World Cup

Alessia Russo x Williamson!Reader

summary~ Leah couldn’t attend the World Cup so you had to take the Williamson name to the tournament. When you arrive in Australia and get roomed with Russo you thought you were just unlucky. Rooming with the blonde wouldn’t be a problem if there were two beds instead of one.

!warnings! smut

Being Leah’s younger sister, you were destined to be a footballer. You wanted nothing more than to follow in your sisters footsteps, carrying the Williamson legacy further. Leah did her thing as a defender and the captain of England. You did your thing as a midfielder and Captain of the Under 23 of England.

You got scouted when you were about twelve when Arsenal found out that there were two Williamson’s. Arsenal had been your dream club, hearing Leah talk about the staff and team only made you want to work harder to get where she got.

When you finally got to play for the senior team you were so nervous. How could you ever meet the standards your sister set. Leah always said that you shouldn’t compare, her being a defender and you being a midfielder plus you were years younger.

It was an away game, Manchester United against Arsenal at Leigh Sports Village. Playing against United was always hard. Their defence was good and the Toone x Russo link-up was golden.

Jonas wanted to try something different, he was sure it would work since Beth, Viv and Kim were out for the season. He wanted Leah as a central midfielder. It wasn’t necessarily a bad decision, it was just a bit odd. Leah had always played as a defender but this was an attacking game.

You knew you couldn’t expect much. There was even a chance that you wouldn’t make your debut today but that was okay if it meant that you could get those three points.

The warming up went smoothly. You were doing passing exercises with Leah, who was talking you through the game. It helped with your nerves. It had always been like this, you didn’t really like to talk before games so you opted to listen to your sister and the tactics. Even when you were away for the England games you would call her before a game. She gave you a peptalk and ended with ‘i know you can do it y/n, you’re a Williamson, we thrive under pressure’ like she always did.

The game started and you had a bad feeling. Normally the stress and anxiety would fade away once the game had started but this time it kept blooming in your stomach.

It was the fifteenth minute when Leah fell onto the ground, screaming in pain and her clenched fist hit the ground. She was holding her leg with her other hand. The medics ran their way onto the field.

She wasn’t getting up and that’s when you knew it was bad, Leah always got up. Jonas was yelling at you to warm up and get ready to take Leah’s place.

This isn’t how you wanted to make your debut. You wanted to play with tour sister, not instead of.

Leah limped off the field with assistance of the medics. You could only stare at her with glassy eyes. She placed her hand on your shoulder and whispered “Go do you and impress everyone.”.

You jogged onto the field, taking the central midfielder place.

The game was rough and physical. They really wanted to win and you could feel that. There was a certain blonde striker who was making the game very difficult for you. In the extra time of the first half she even managed to score a goal for the home side.

The second half was even more physical than the first. The yellow cards were flying like the referee was Rebecca Welch, probably a Rebecca wanna be.

When the fulltime whistle blew you didn’t think of the loss, the only thought was Leah. Leah who was seriously injured. Leah who was crying when she limped off the field.

You ran towards the changing room but stopped when the United striker grabbed you by your shirt. You looked at her with a confused expression on your face, why wasn’t she saying anything. “What do you want? I need to get to Leah.” you told her, sounding a bit more annoyed than you intended to. “Uh yeah sorry, i just wanted to say that you played good.. Can you send my best wishes to Leah please?” she frowned.

You nodded and ran to find Leah. When you walked into the physio room she was laying on the bed. With puffy eyes and red cheeks she gave you one of her sad upside down smiles. You knew what it meant, you didn’t have to ask. You saw Beth and Viv do theirs, Leah had just tore her ACL.

You laid down beside her, your head resting on her shoulder. “Leah, they won. I’m sorry.” you whispered. She took a deep breath “I know.” she replied. The both of you stayed like that for a bit before the whole team came walking in.

A few days later the doctors confirmed what you all suspected, Leah had done her ACL and would miss the World Cup.

You tried not to focus on the World cup. Viv wouldn’t play, Beth wouldn’t play and Leah wouldn’t play. Leah tried to hype you up for the whole World Cup thing saying things like ‘Maybe you’ll even get to play, then there’ll atleast be one Williamson playing’ you shrugged her off, not wanting to think about it. If you even thought about this tiny chance your hopes would get crushed.

It was when you got a call from an anonymous phone number that you got a bit confused. You didn’t really read any of the emails you got from England since you’d probably be let down. Leah asked who was calling and you shrugged. “Y/n, pick up!” she yelled from the kitchen.

You did eventually pick up and were met with the voice of Sarina Wiegman. “Hey, i’m speaking with y/n Williamson. Right?” you were too stunned to speak and looked at your sister who was holding up her phone, filming like a proud mom. “.. uhh yeah, yeah this is y/n.” you finally spoke. “Well y/n, i’ve got good news. I’ve watched you play, for Arsenal and the England Under 23’s. You’ve had quite the season. So i just wanted to let you know that you’ve been selected for the World Cup squad.” she continued.

You looked at Leah with wide eyes, she was smiling at you and reminded you to reply. “T-thanks Mrs. Wiegman.” you thanked her. She wished you a good weekend and hung up.

Leah had always been the better one with words. She was the perfect captain, she could always say just the thing you needed to hear. And she did just that while you were stuck on the couch. “Fucking hell kid, you’re going to a World Cup. I know you’re gonna do the Williamson name proud.” she hugged you.

You hadn’t cried in a long time, not even when Leah had done her ACL. You didn’t really like to show anyone when you were hurt or just emotional. But now you couldn’t help but shed a tear. The Williamson’s are still going to the World Cup.

Lotte and you arrived at St. George’s park, apparently the first ones. You didn’t really know anyone that well so o it was relieving you didn’t have to walk into a full hall. You knew that you were the youngest with your twenty years but you were not aware of the height difference between you and the other girls.

Lotte was already tall but Millie Bright was a fucking wall. It soothed you a bit when mini Jordan Nobbs came walking in, not only did you know her but she was also just a bit shorter than you.

Just when you thought everyone had arrived two other girls came walking in. Ella Toone, who you knew from her goal in the Euros and that blonde striker, Alessia Russo. The one that wanted to talk to you after that horrible game.

You didn’t hate her. You quite admire her off the field. She seems like a sweet person but that goal and that loss really kept you from liking her. Alessia had followed you right after the game so you followed her back… a few days later, just because you’re too stubborn for your own sake.

You made eye contact but broke it almost immediately, walking over to little Jordan to bully her a bit more about her height.

It wasn’t long before Georgia and Keira had found you. G came over sprinting towards you screaming like she hadn’t seen you in years. “oh my god! You’re here! Tiny Williamson getting big!” she hugged you. Keira joined the grouphug and you couldn’t help but smile up at them. You knew that Leah not being there was hard for them so you wanted to do everything to make them feel a better.

The weeks before going to Australia were perfect. You could really prove yourself at the trainings and you got to bond with the group, most of the group. You played table tennis with Hempo, Niamh and Lucy. Made tiktoks with Millie, Rach and tiktok queen Mary ofcourse. Watched movies with G, Keira, Chlo and Tooney. You thought Toone and Russo were inseparable but everytime you were talking to Ella, Alessia was nowhere to be found.

It was when you got on your flight to Australia that you interacted with the blonde. You were seated next to eachother, you didn’t really mind since you got the window seat.

Alessia walked over to her seat and saw you. She said a quick hi and sat down, putting her headphones on immediately.

You were flying for about three hours when you felt something heavy on your shoulder. Alessia fell asleep on you. You couldn’t really move now, could you. She was quite cute when she was asleep, when she was awake too but nobody needed to know that you thought that.

It wasn’t much later that you fell asleep too, on Alessia.

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You woke up to a blushing Alessia looking at her phone. You wiped the sleep out of your eyes and peeked at her phonescreen. Fucking Tooney posted the two of you on her story.

Alessia didn’t want to make it awkward so she tried to make conversation. Everyone knew you weren’t really a talkative person, you liked listening and that’s what you’ve always done. But with Alessia it was different. Even though you mostly listened, the conversation was still two sided. She talked about her family, how she got into football and that game.

“I didn’t know what happened to Leah until i saw it on the news. I’m really sorry y/n but you’ll make her proud. You’re a really good player.” she told you and you just smiled at that. She was really sweet.

The rest of the twenty hours went by quickly. Alessia talked you through it and you let her listen to your music. She eventually convinced you to listen to her country music, it wasn’t for you but it made her happy so you’d listen to it with her.

When you arrived at the hotel where you’d stay for the tournament the rooms got divided. G got roomed with Kei, tiny Nobbs with big Bronze, brickwall Mills with Rach, Tooney with Mazza and you with Alessia.

You got quite on now so it wouldn’t be a problem right? The two of you carried your suitcases into your room only to realise there was only one fucking bed. Both you and the blonde stared at is for a while before one of you spoke up. “I can sleep on the couch.” you offered and tried looking for the non-existent couch. “Okay so.. there is no couch but i’ll take the floor.” you tried again.

Alessia looked at you and shook her head. “No, we’ll both be playing. Let’s just share the bed, no problem.” she told you.

Yeah, yeah.. no problem.

You got changed into your nightwear only to discover you didn’t pack your pyjamas. You didn’t think you’d need it since it was warm in Australia and at the Under 23’s you’d never had a roomie before.

So while Alessia was doing her skincare in the bathroom you got into bed, in your sportsbra and boxers.

The blue eyed women walked into the room with a silky pyjama set on. You read a book for a little while and Alessia was on her phone for a bit. She put her light out, signalling that she wanted to sleep so you did the same.

Hearing the little snores you knew she was asleep. Arms wrapped themselves around you. Alessia was a cuddly person, you knew that but you weren’t at all. You only hugged your sister from time to time and were forced into grouphugs from G, Kei and Leah.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like it atleast a bit. It was comfortable, she was comfortable. When Alessia’s legs tangled into yours you were already gone, both of you sleeping peacefully.

Alessia woke up the next morning with her arms still around you and with one leg draped over your hip. She didn’t really want to move but she had to, it would be weird if you woke up to her holding you like that.

Alessia had had a little crush on you ever since that game. Tooney saw her looking at you with lovesick eyes and knew she had to help het bestie out. She followed you on Alessia’s phone when she saw her bestfriends stalking your instagram for the third time that day.

The tall women climed out of bed and started to get ready for breakfast. You woke up minutes after her, hearing the shower running and figuring out that your roomie was taking a shower.

Walking into the dinner room everyone was already seated. You looked at your options, there was a chair free next to Alessia and one next to Lucy. You walked over to Alessia and sat down. Tooney was telling everyone about her next YouTube video.

The next week flew by. You’d walked with Alessia, went out for a coffee with Alessia and shopped with …Alessia. You did pretty much everything with Alessia. You had asked her if Tooney minded that you were spending so much time with her but she said that Tooney had had enough time with her so it didn’t bother her.

It was the day before your first game. Alessia and you walked hand in and, wandering on the beach. You knew you weren’t going to play, Alessia was though. There was a hammock on the beach, one where the two of you would always sit after dinner and training. Both of you rested there for a bit, your head on her chest listening to her heartbeat.

“I quite like it like this, i don’t want to go back to rainy London.” you told her. You could feel and hear her laugh “I like Australia better too.”. You looked up at the blue eyed girl and spoke again “Alessia, you’re really nice you know… And quite comfortable too.”. She looked you in the eyes and kissed you on your lips.

Alessia didn’t know where all this confidence came from but she was happy she did because you kissed her back. When she took her lips off yours she whispered “Hmm, thank you baby.” you smiled up at her with lovesick eyes. She knew you could put up this though girl act around others but you secretly liked to be the little spoon and be called all those cheesy nicknames she gave you.

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The two of you went to sleep like you did every night ever since the first one, cuddled up close to eachother.

You woke up the next morning with Alessia by your side. You had breakfast, went on a little walk and drove to the stadium.

The game went alright, a 1-0 win over Haiti.

The second game had the same outcome, against Denmark.

The third game went a lot better, Alessia scored the first goal in the 4th minute. Even though you hadn’t won yet it certainly felt like it. Your gir- best- friend? had just scored her debut World Cup goal.

Alessia walked off the pitch at halftime and you sprung on her. “Lessi you scored! You scored!” you yelled and she let out one of her adorable giggles. You got off her back and she gave you one of her amazing hugs.

The whole team was staring but that didn’t really matter, right?

When you got to your hotel again you kissed her, hard. She was a bit surprised but leaned in to kiss you back. When it got hard to breath you pulled away. Alessia looked at you like she was starved and started pulling your top off.

She looked so hot. Her hair was wet and in a bun and she was stood before you in only a sports bra and shorts. “Hmm, like the view baby?” she teased.

You kissed her again and she started unclipping your bra. The blonde kissed down your neck and let your bra fall to the floor. You couldn’t hold your moans in anymore when she started biting down your neck, leaving bruises everywhere. “Fuck Lessi, more please.” you begged her.

“Yeah, tell me what you want pretty girl.” she ordered lifting you up by your ass, one leg on either side of her hips. “Want you please.” you whimpered.

Alessia laid you down on your shared bed and took your shorts and boxers down in one motion. She looked up at you, her eyes a little darker now. Kissing down your stomach she ended just above your pussy. She ran her finger through your pussy and smirked. “So wet for me hmm. Such a good girl.” she took her finger into her mouth and moaned at your taste.

“Fuck Alessia, please.” you cried. Taking her finger out of her mouth she started licking your pussy. You whined when she stoped for a bit and you could feel her smirk. She teased you a bit more before sliding a finger in. “Look at you, taking it like a champ baby” she praised you. If she didn’t already know you had a praise kink she definitely did now.

She climbed on top of you again, kissing you and biting down your lip. You gasped in surprise and she took that chance to slide her tongue in. She put another finger in your pussy “Baby, you’re so fucking tight for me.” she whispered against your lips.

She pumped her fingers harder and harder, you felt yourself nearing the edge. “Lessi- Lessi i’m gonna cum.” you screamed. “That’s not how you ask. You’re a good girl, try again.” she frowned. “Please- Alessia please make me cum” you corrected.

She smirked and watched as you came. You’ve never seen her look so arrogant in your life. With a smug smile she spoke again “You enjoyed that baby?”. You rolled you eyes at her and was about to kiss her again when someone knocked at the door.

“We’re about to bake some cookies, see you in ten love birds!” Tooney yelled. You couldn’t help but blush at that, love birds. You knew you were in love, but was she? You’ve just fucked, she just gave you the best orgasm of your life so are you just fuck buddies or…

You got in your head again and Alessia kissed you out of it. “Hmm what’re you thinkin’ about pretty girl?” she asked you. “I don’t know, just zooming out i guess.” you lied.

Alessia knew you lied but she also knew that pressuring you into telling her wouldn’t work so she let it be “ ‘kay you can tell me everything you know that right.”. You hugged her and went into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable and… more suitable. You fixed your hair and made sure no sign of sex could be seen.

You did a good job, you thought, until you walked into the big kitchen and went over to Georgia who looked at your neck and back to your eyes. “Y/n, is that a hickey!” she screamed. You pulled your hood up and shook your head no. “Georgia, why’d you have to yell that man” you scolded her. Keira came walking over and took your hood off. “Oh my god, who gave you this hick- all these hickeys.” they started to inspect your whole neck.

You looked around only to find Alessia giggling with Tooney and sending you an evil wink across the room.

After the duo was done inspecting the damage you walked over to Alessia. “Why didn’t you warn me!” you whisper yelled. “It’s more fun this way babe.” she argued. You rolled your eyes and she started tickling you.

The evening ended with some good cookies and you even managed to watch a marvel movie without Tooney asking questions every minute.

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Before you knew it England were in the World Cup Final. Lauren James and Ella Toone had both gotten a second yellow card in the game before so they couldn’t play the final. You knew how terrible Ella felt about it, Alessia told you how she felt like she disappointed everyone.

Even though this wasn’t good news it did mean that you had to start. You got to make your World Cup debut.

You were in the changing room when Leah called. “Leah i feel sick” you told her. “I’m gonna start Leah.” you said panicking. Leah had never heard you so stressed about a game. “Y/n, you’re gonna do good, just be yourself.” she told you.

“Listen, i just wanna tell you now okay. I’m dating Alessia, well i think we’re dating. I don’t actually know. She’s really nice and she’s beautiful and i think i love her. She even kissed me but i don’t know how to ask her.” you rambled to your sister. “Oh my god. Y/n this is really not the perfect timing. Tell her about how you feel after the game, i’m happy for you. I know you can do it y/n, you’re a Williamson, we thrive under pressure. Go on and bring it home.” she spoke. “I love you” you whispered and hung up.

The game was about to begin. There were a lot of Spain fans but even more England fans. This was it. This was the big final.

The whistle blew and the game started. The first half was intense. A few Spanish player had gotten a yellow. Mary had to really fight to keep a clean sheet but she did it.

The second half was pure pressure. There were dangerous tackles and unfair challenges but the referee didn’t give anyone an advantage.

It was the 88th minute when Keira made a good tackle and took the ball away from the opponent. She passed the ball onto Georgia who dribbled past two players on the left side of the field. You were free and Keira saw the opportunity to pass to you. The ball landed at your feet, you only had to get the ball to Alessia who had a perfect position in front of the goal. You gave her a through ball and she shot straight into the top bins.

You were fucking winning in the 90th minute of the World Cup final.

You looked around the field searching for someone to run to when you saw Alessia sprinting towards you. She picked you up “I fucking love you y/n!” she yelled. Before you could register what she had just confessed the whole team sprung on the both of you.

But the game wasn’t over yet. You still had to play five minutes of extra time. Spain made it hard, you had to foul a player in order to keep it 0-1.

When the final whistle blew you dropped to your knees. Alessia scored the winning goal and you assisted her. This couldn’t be real.

Alessia was searching for you. Tooney saw her looking around and hugged her “Go and get your girl Lessi.” she whispered and pointed towards you. Alessia gave her bestfriend a quick smile and made her way towards you.

“So pretty girl, made the winning assist huh.” you heard her say. You took you hands off you eyes and looked up at her. She was beaming down at you like you were the World Cup trophy yourself. Alessia took your hands in hers and pulled you in for a hug and a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Did you mean what you said?” you asked. Alessia didn’t answer. “I mean with the ‘i love you’ thing?” you clarified. You felt her chuckle “Yeah i meant it. I really love you babe, even more now that you’ve won us the World Cup.”. You knew that you hadn’t exactly won England the World Cup, the whole team did but it still felt special when she said it.

“I love you too Lessi.” you mumbled.

“Y/n.. i’m moving to Arsenal.” you heard her say. Speechless you hugged her harder. Both of you walked towards the stands, where your family was, where Leah was.

Alessia still had your hand in hers. You were looking for your sister when Alessia asked you something. “You wanna be my girlfriend?” she asked like it was the most normal question. “Uhh yeah Lessi, i’d love too actually yeah” you rambled.

You walked over to your sister who saw everything. “So, how’d it go?” Leah asked. “Well, don’t know if you’ve noticed but we won the World Cup.” you joked. Leah rolled her eyes “Yeah i can see that. I mean how did the Alessia thing go?”. You smiled from ear to ear “You mean my girlfriend who’s coming to Arsenal after the summer?”.

You spent the entire summer with Alessia by your side. You met her family and she met yours. It was quite perfect, she was perfect.

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leahwilliamsonn little sis is getting big

↳ y/nwilliamson Leah i’m 20

ellatoone cheesy 🧀

alessiarusso my pretty girl

stanwaygeorgia got those hickeys from someone

↳ leahwilliamsonn what hickeys??!!

woso4evr wait who’s next to her on those pics?

lessitoone11 is that Alessia on the second photo

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leahwilliamsonn i still need to have a talk with you

↳ keirawalsh me too

↳ stanwaygeorgia me three

↳ y/nwilliamson oh my god

ellatoone third wheeling

↳ alessiarusso99 i’ve been third wheeling with you and joe for a while now

ellieroebuck_ cute ❤️

williamsons88 THAT’S Y/N

When Arsenal had officially announced the signing of Alessia you were happy. You’d spoken to Alessia about moving in and decided that that was the best thing for the two of you right now. Alessia was excited but nervous about the reactions to her transfer but it didn’t really matter anymore because it was the best decision, being with you.

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A/N i wrote this fic in like 4 hours straight so i don’t know what to think of it but it’s definitely my longest fic yet. Alessia is so so gorgeous in the first pic. Also if you have any music recs send them in because i’m getting tired of listening to my playlists for hours while writing.

[luxthestrange]

LMK Incorrect quotes#102 I REGRET NOTHIN-

Now imagine the brotherhood had to go to school to learn about the new world and what happened over the time they had been gone...Wukong and You just go for moral support...to Azure and Yellowtusk

Peng: Y/n's first detention, I'm so proud~ Azure: Whoa, backup. Why did they get detention? Mac*Is hiding in his hoodie next to Wukong, the reason you're in detention was...because you punched a guy who talked bad of his shadow play* Because they're an idiot... Wukong*terrified, Looking at Macaque*...They can do that??

[purinfelix]

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When you were called up for the position of new assistant coach of the English team, you knew how people, fans and media, viewed you - a young hot burgeoning talent who the managers had brought in as their saving grace. And you were eager to prove them all right.

You were also painfully aware of the situation you were putting yourself in by accepting the offer, an attractive youngster like yourself surrounded by a bunch of equally attractive young men could prove testy. Despite, or rather because, of this you were prepared to make your first impression stick - as a strict, no-bullshit coach who wasn't here to mess around but rather to win, and to do it fast.

And of course, the first two men who walk into the locker room on your first session have to be Jude and Trent, who you recognise from the sound of their bickering even before you see them. The minute you lock eyes with the two of them though, and spot the eager smirks they exchange, you can already feel your plans crumbling.

You had been expecting competitiveness between all the men on the team, in a sport like this it was only natural. What you hadn't expected though, was to be able to use it to such an advantage. Trent and Jude's desires to show off in front of you seemed never-ending. It might've seemed self-obsessed to assume they were doing this for your sake, and you wouldn't have if it weren't for the fact that their eyes were constantly on yours throughout it all.

"Did you see that coach?" Trent called out to you after nutmegging Jude, the look on his face prouder than you had ever seen. You nod, a smile pulling at your lips.

And soon enough, you found yourself playing along with it, giving whichever of the pair you saw doing better the sweetest smile you could muster. Was it unprofessional? Yes, you were constantly mindful of that, painfully so. But regardless of how unconventional your methods were, no one could argue that they worked a charm.

[shroomdreams]

Meow~

Lion Hybrid!Jing Yuan x Cat Hybrid!Reader

NSFW

CW: Established relationship, gender neutral reader, reader is depicted with a vagina, foreplay, JY is described as having a barbed dick, cunnilingus, nipple play, p in v, cumming inside, petnames (kitty, kitten) A/N: THIS DIDN’T HAVE TO TAKE ME A WEEK TO WRITE AND YET HERE WE ARE. This is for all you Jing Yuan lovers!

The Lion General of the Xianzhou Luofu is a man feared and admired by the common folk. Tales spread of his might, depicting him a mighty warrior that is bested by none. Now, as preparations for the Wardance are underway, Jing Yuan sinks into the plush bed sheets, searching for the one presence that would wash away his worries. His face crinkles in a delightful smile when you mewl in response, delicate fingers lacing together with his stronger ones.

“Hello, kitten.” Jing Yuan rumbled, his tail lazily waving back and forth while you nuzzle into his chest, purring at the sound of his heart beat. Though the general had been through much hardship, he could always rely on you to pick up the pieces that he leaves behind, gently putting him back together with your loving embrace.

“Everything alright?” You questioned, tracing a tiny heart on the expanse of his chest, the furs of his chest hair tickling your nose. Jing Yuan doesn’t outright respond, but you get the message when his hands trail down towards your bottom, palms kneading the plush roundness of your rump. Sighing, you press tiny kisses to his jaw, the lion hybrid givng you a growl in return. “Oh, what’s wrong love? Need something?”

“Don’t tease me, kitten…” Jing Yuan flips you over, his golden eyes boring into yours. With a smile, you ease down the top of your pajamas, exposing your chest for Jing Yuan to ogle. Letting out a deep sigh, Jing Yuan leans down and captures your lips, your tongues melding together as he lets out an appreciative “hmmmm.” “So naughty,” Jing Yuan sounds breathy as he pulls away, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking a deep breath of your scent. “Naughty kitties need to learn some manners.”

Sighs and contented mewls are coaxed out from you as Jing Yuan’s hands knead and play with your chest, back arching into his touch when his thumbs flick at your pebbling nipples. Meows turn into whimpers as his laved his tongue on one of your swollen buds. Heat pools in between your legs when Jing Yuan cracks open one of his eyes, giving you a sultry look as he sucks your nipple. He’s pressed up against you, legs parted by his waist and trembling in the air, brought on by his teasing. “You’re so pretty, my love…” Jing Yuan huffs, pressing one last kiss to your chest before making his way down.

Though you couldn’t see his expression, you can tell by the way he groans at the sight of your arousal soaked underwear that he’s enjoying every bit of this. Biting your lip, you lift your hips to allow him an easier time discarding your underwear, carelessly throwing it to the side as he gets comfortable. Jing Yuan bites your inner thighs, a few scant inches from where you want him to be. You whine, hips involuntarily bucking in response to his breath. “Needy kitten… Did you miss me as much as I missed you?” He questioned, faux sympathy rolling off his tongue.

“Please, Yuanyuan… I missed you too.” You whimper, your fingers finding themselves tangled in his hair. Jing Yuan groans. He kisses your thighs before putting his face close to your core. Using his fingers to part your labia, Jing Yuan can’t help but be prideful of how wet you’ve gotten, your hole pulsing around nothing as it drools arousal into the sheets. He’ll have to get those changed after, for now he just wants to have a meal. You gasp as you feel his tongue licking up your most intimate parts, whining and squirming as he shoved his face further within your warmth, thighs shaking around his head. He feels you shakily massaging his scalp, juuuust close to the base of his ears. Contented rumbles stimulate you even further as he latches unto your clit, suckling on the bundle of nerves and sending pleasure shocks throughout your body. “Yuan…! Ah Yuan…! Mmm…~” Your moans are a like a delicate opera to him, and he is the conductor to such a sinful display of music.

It isn’t long until you come tumbling down, throwing your head into the pillows as Jing Yuan keeps his lips sealed around your clit, dutifully keeping his tongue pressed up against the nub as you ride out your orgasm. Jing Yuan presses a kiss to your clit, lapping up the extra juices from your warmth. Such gentle treatment has you whining for more- More of him. Feeling rather impatient himself, the lion hybrid sheds himself of his boxers, having discarded his work clothes before joining you in bed. With your hands at the back of your thighs, you spread yourself as wide as you can, shivering when the tip of his cock rubs against your entrance. Jing Yuan peppers kisses to your cheek as he slowly inserts himself inside, your walls struggling to accommodate his girth. Inch by inch, you feel every bump and vein brush up against the gummy warmth inside you, pushing the breath from your lungs as you laid back and took his length. Eventually, Jing Yuan fully slots inside you with a groan, his chest heaving as he attempts to tether himself to reality by grinding his pelvis against yours. “Ugh… Always so good for me, aren’t you kitty?” He gasps, nibbling your shoulders.

“W-wanna be good, Yuanyuan-” Was your response, whimpering from how FULL you were. Jing Yuan, ever the attentive lover, gives you a minute to adjust to his size. No matter how many times Jing Yuan ravishes you, the stretch of taking his cock is something you can never get quite used to. When you feel a bit more comfortable, you mewl, grinding against him as a sign to move. He obliges, putting one hand on the headboard while the other rests at your hip, drawing his hips back until only the tip was inside before thrusting back inside. The pace as you sighing, moaning when you feel him brush against that one spot that has you clenching around him. The lion hybrid growls, groaning as he sees you reach in between your legs to play with your clit, the evidence of your arousal wrapped around the base of his dick like a pretty little accessory. “Ah Yuan…! I-I’m cumming-”

“Can you hold it for me, kitten?” Jing Yuan huffs. You whimper, but oblige, pulling your hand away from your clit. “Good kitty… So- Ah- So sweet to me…” He delivers powerful thrusts, skin slapping against skin, the room devolving into lewd sights and smells. His strong hands hike your legs to his shoulders, pressing his weight down on you and quickly pounding you like his life depended on it. Jing Yuan revels in the sensual cries escaping from you, passionately kissing you and drinking in your moans, groaning into your mouth when he feels your walls tightening around him. “Cumming, kitten? Go- Hah- Go on, you’ve earned it…”

“Jing Yuan! Ahhhhh! Ohhhh~ Iloveyousomuch!” You cry out, claws digging into his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist, making him spear you deep as you gush around his dick. Jing Yuan snarls at the feeling, pumping into you a few more times before he yowls, pressing himself deep as he spills his seed within your warmth. You mewl at the familiar sensation, walls gripping around him for dear life. Jing Yuan stays inside, stirring your walls as he pants. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss, eyes closed as you moan into his mouth.

“Still so needy? So am I…”

By the time the two of you are fully satisfied, the sheets have become so thoroughly ruined by your lovemaking that you had to stay in the bathroom to recuperate while Jing Yuan changes them, his cum dripping down your leg like a river. After you and Jing Yuan get cleaned up, the two of you forego clothing and sleep as you are, your bodies pressed up against each other.

[frogchiro]

Ok but like Lion!Ghost with an s/o who is just very loving with their babies, always carrying them around, kissing their forehead and hugging them while feeding them and gets pissed of when someone aproacches them while being sick :((

Lion!Ghost who is just such a caring daddy :(( Contrary to popular belief about male lions not giving a shit about their offspring, Simon is the walking contradiction!

When you two were blessed with three cubs in your first litter with him he was ecstatic! Not letting the babies, two boys and one girl, out of his or your sight ever, even better if you two were watching them at the same time. You may laugh at your mate, tell him that your babies are literally only a week old while you're breastfeeding them but the large hybrid will just stare at you with the most unimpressed stare and continue to bring in more pillows, furs and blankets into your den and add them into the nest before laying down right next to you, take the already fed cub into his huge arms and lick at the baby's tiny ears on top of its head. Lion!Simon is a very committed papa and will literally puff up when he notices that his cubs start to try and crawl, bless his heart ;;