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[decafdoodlez]

Fic Submission from @skuppenish 🖤

Note from @skuppenish: HEY SO I AM HOUSE SITTING, and the last time I was house sitting I wrote you a thing, so here, have another thing! Wooo! Warning: it's just straight PWP, whoops. 🫠 Also, it has minimal editing! DOUBLE WHOOPS 💀

word count: 2.9k

warnings/tags: NSFW | Dubcon, PWP, 100% Smut, written with AFAB OC x Canon in mind, captive/captor themes, power imbalance, age difference (all adults are 25+), nipple play, degradation, breeding themes, rough fucking, drawing blood/marking, overall Fox being a dirty old man with his sweet little babydoll, Rina~

“This is meant as a punishment, you know.” The words pour out of him through sharp, gritted teeth, through a moan, through a snarl. Despite the violence building up behind them – despite the need, and the hunger – he speaks slowly, each and every one delivered at a punishing, even cadence that matches the rhythm of his hips as buries his cock inside of her. “A pun-ish-ment,” he reiterates, drawing that particular one out as he slams his hips forward into her soft, plush ass, his steadily thickening cock filling her weeping cunt.

Marina doesn’t say anything. Marina buries her face in the soft, tangled sheets and cries, and cries, and cries, and it doesn’t matter how all those layers of fabric muffles the noise. Fox’s ears prickle, quirking at the sound, a wide and leering smile splitting his face. She can try to hide it as much as she wants, but he can hear it clear as day. There, now: there’s the music of her sobs, working through her body in waves. And there, there in a moan of her own is her voice pitched high and sweet like the peal of a church bell. 

He hears it as clear as any sinner would on a sunbright, Sunday morning. There’s no escaping it. Not that he’d want to –

Not that he’d ever want to.

It fills the room, no matter how she tries to smother it. It fills his ears, and his head, swelling up and building in his chest until he’s laughing, until his laughter joins her precious, mewling chorus. The way she cries, it’s a psalm, a hymn – a promise of heaven he’s far too rotten to ever deserve. Fox has a place waiting for him in hell, he’s sure of it. Once, he might have regretted that. Now, he acknowledges it gladly, and with all the eager selfishness of any of God’s own damned. 

Until the fires come to claim his black-rot soul, he will live this life on earth to its fullest.

He will take what is his to take.

“I’m sorry!” Her cheek is pressed into the bedding, now. He can see her face through the spill of her hair, fair skin flushed red through a spill of her pale gold hair. “I’m sorry – I’m sorry!” Now it's her turn, crying out her repentance in a sin-soaked rhythm. Now those words break off in pieces, shattered apart by each unrelenting thrust as he bottoms out in her tight pussy. I’m - so - rry! I’m - so - rry! The syllables are fragmented, choked and halting between sobs and hiccups. Cheeks gleaming in the low light, her face is wet and sweet with tears. Fox can imagine how they taste. Salt, salt, and more salt, so sweet, somehow, on his insatiable tongue.

He holds her hands behind her back, his fingers biting and vice-like around her wrists. With her pinned down and bent over the edge of the bed, he can look down at her and survey what’s his. Against his own legs, he can feel her own tremble, watch them, savor the sight of her thick, beautiful thighs as they quiver with each thrust. They’re white too, so pale, like snow, like cream, and a shudder works its way through his whole body as he reaches out with one clawed hand and buries it into the perfect curve of her hip.

White skin, pink scars – and now red, red, wet and red.

Like knives, his claws sink into her. Around them, Marina’s flesh gives way, soft and easy like her battered cunt does around his cock. He isn’t looking at that, though. He isn’t looking at her thigh. Rather his eyes are fixed on her face, savoring the way her head tilts back, the way her eyes, already closed, squeeze tighter. Transfixed and frozen like an addict before his favorite vice, he cannot look away from the way her sweet mouth parts around a broken shriek of pleasure-strangled pain. Whether it’s because she’s come to like the way his nails run ragged down her already-scarred flesh or because the way he’s angled his hips to drive the head of his drooling cock against a particularly sensitive spot within her is anyone’s guess – and Fox doesn’t particularly care. All that matters to him is that she’s unutterably lovely. All that matters is the hot, wet sensation of blood against his palm, and the even hotter, wetter sensation of her cunt fluttering around his cock.

“Oh, babydoll,” he says, shaking his head, clicking his tongue against his teeth. It’s an effort to maintain this veneer of calm; watching her is tearing him apart at the seams with each and every passing second. “You know sorry isn’t enough, don’t you? Don’t you?” Against her thigh, his fingers tighten, his nails digging ever deeper. That desperate scream in her throat has given way to another moan, another messy, pleading mewl, more tears, more hiccuped cries. He wishes he could bottle them up. He wishes he could bend down and take her beautiful face in his blood-wet hands and milk those cries out of her, tease and torment them out of her, filling her up again and again with his cock and with his cum –

Until she is emptied out of all of that pain and full of nothing else but him, and him, and him.

This is meant to be punishment. It is. And Fox wants it to be, he does, he really does. Wants it to hurt. Wants her to cry. Wants to rake his nails across every inch of Marina’s trembling form until every part of her perfect body is made even more perfect by his perverse adoration for her. Red wounds gone pink, pink scars gone white – and god, he thinks, fucking Christ. Her body is a masterpiece all on its own that he wants for himself. He wants to make it his in a way everyone can see, make every delicate and feminine curve of hers a roadmap of where he’s been and where he’s going –

Until everything is taken, conquered, claimed.

But she’s just so beautiful. Everything about her is. Beautiful and innocent somehow, no matter how he ruins her, no matter how many scars he gifts her, no matter how much she bleeds, or cries out, or cums like a whore on his cock. He calls her terrible things. He marks her, with wounds and his own cum, again and again, morning and day and night. Her pretty cunt is always so swollen. It’s always red, always puffy, always so tender, because he’s just so hungry, because he can’t stop fucking her, because his hunger for her is a terrible, brutal thing in him that can never be satisfied. Just one more time, he tells himself, every time. Just this one last time. Just this last taste.

The spell will break, and it will be over, and he will be free.

But Fox is an addict, and as an addict, it only ever gets worse. He only ever wants her more, and more, and more. And when Marina looks up at him with her wide, glazed eyes, lovely as lavender, cut-gem amethyst made luminous with tears – when he feels her cunt fluttering around his cock as he fucks her for the third or fourth time of the day – it’s like the first time again. It’s like the first time with her, every time.

Furiously, he grips her shoulder. He should fuck her like this, he tells himself, angry at his own lack of self-control. Keep fucking her like this, bent over the bed, like an animal would. Savage her. Break her. He’s broken her so many times before, broken her, put her back together, broken her again. She deserves it. She deserves it.

But god – god, he wants her. He wants her.

With his hand on her shoulder, his fingers wet and slick with blood, he wrenches her over and around until she’s on her back. There’s red on her thigh, and on her shoulder now, too. Red on his hand, copper scent heavy on the air, pennies on the tongue. That’s sweet, too. The sweetest perfume, the smell of her blood, the smell of her needy, wet cunt as he pushes himself back into her again, driving himself down until his balls slap at her ass.

Marina cries out. Maybe it’s the way his nails snag in her shoulder. Maybe it’s because of the frenzied way he’s humping into her, his cock swelling, his lips pulled back from his sharp, sharp teeth in an expectant, awful grin. Again, it doesn’t matter. What matters now is how badly he wants this. How badly he needs it.

How badly he wants her. How badly he needs her.

He wants her like a starving man wants for meat. Like a man suffocated needs air. He wants to fuck her. Needs to breed her. It’s a screaming, desperate sensation inside of him, millennia upon millennia of evolution, pins and needles in his extremities, a howl in his chest that claws its way up the length of his throat and snarls behind his teeth. It demands to be let out.

It demands to be sated.

Fox looks down at her and watches her as he bullies his cock inside of her. With each and every thrust, there, there, there: her perfect tits bounce, nipples swollen, budded tight and no doubt aching for him. His mouth waters as he watches them, and inside of her, his cock twitches, drooling the same way he does.

“It’s your fault,” he hears himself saying, his voice ragged, gone even more savage. “It’s your fucking fault, looking like this. God, you’re like a whore straight out of a hentai. Big tits, thick hips made to breed. God, Rina, you’re a perfect little fuckdoll – an onahole, the best little onahole, made perfect, made just to be fucked, made to be bred, made to take cock, again, again – fuck! – again!"

Again, Fox keeps saying, snarling. Again, again, over and over, in time to each devastating thrust. The hand at her shoulder lets go, moves down, catching her under her knee so he can pull her leg up and away. The other takes hold of one fat tit, his fingers spread out wide so he can savor the way her flesh pushes up between each of them.  He cups it, cradles it, pushing it up even as it spills around his hand, her skin so soft, flesh so warm.

It’s meant to be punishment. It is. It’s meant to be about his pleasure, and not hers, meant to make her feel bad because she’s been bad – because she’d had goddamn audacity to talk to someone when they’d been out shopping. Fox is too selfish to allow that.

Fox isn’t willing to share.

And Marina likes it like this, he knows. On her back, with him looking down at her, with his eyes bright and hungry, fixed on her own. She likes it when he touches her this way, his fingers full of her tits, his fingers inching up, taking hold of her swollen nipple, pinching it, rolling it between his fingers until she’s writhing for more reasons than the way his cock fills and stretches her.

But he can’t help himself. God help him, he can’t help himself.

Dipping his head, his hand moves just enough to give ground to his mouth as he takes her abused nipple between his lips. Hot and starving, his tongue laves over it like the feral animal he is, sucking the tight little bud into his mouth with an undisguised moan. Around her leg, his grip tightens reflexively. Against her cunt, his hips stutter, driven by that instinct, his thrusts shallow and frantic for all the way he’s already buried deep inside of her.

Because at the base of his cock, there it is: his knot, grown heavy, thick and engorged and every bit as demanding as he is.

It’s always like this. Always. He cannot resist her tits. The way they feel in his hands, and in his mouth – the way she whimpers when he works his teeth and tongue over her nipples, so sensitive, so tender – the way she cries when his hot breath ghosts over her savaged flesh, made wet with his saliva, wet with her blood.

“Always so sensitive, Rina,” he coos, saccharine and slick as too-sweet syrup, his mouth moving against the flesh of her breast. At the shudder that takes her, Fox laughs, grinding his hips forward, always forward. “You’re like a fucking perma-virgin, every time. Little virgin slut. Pretty little onahole.”

And god, she is like a perma-virgin. Even with her cunt as wet and needy as it is – even as her own arousal coats her thighs and his invading cock both – it takes no small amount of effort to work that thick knot into her. With every new centimeter he manages to claim, she’s thrashing under him, burying her whimpered cries behind the knuckles of her hand, her fingers a convulsive tangle in the sheets of the now very unmade bed. “Take it,” he says, low and raspy, cruel with his own vicious need. His teeth latch onto her nipple, and he bites down, earning another beautiful cry. “Take it, take it,” and now it’s a hiss in his blood-filled mouth.

And there: finally. Not a second too soon, his knot is inside of her. Fox shudders above her, sucking in air through his red-wet teeth at that delicious, wonderful tightness. Beneath him, Marina trembles through her own shudder, petal-pink lips parted around a panting gasp. His knot isn’t done, they both know that. Any later and he wouldn’t have been able to fit it inside of her. Any later, and it would have been too big to manage.

Now it’s still too big, but inside of her. Now it’s too big, and there’s no getting free until he’s done.

With his hand pushed up and under her knee to give himself more room, leans over her, sinking as much as he can into her. There’s no pulling out, not even if he wanted to. Held fast inside of her by his still swelling knot, there’s no real space for leverage, and so he can only thrust forward. Quick. Needy.

Desperate.

It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t have to do much. He’s already so close.

Still, he takes her nipple into his mouth again, coaxing it up between his lips with his hot, wet tongue. And with his face buried in her soft tit, growling against her, suckling, teasing at it with his teeth, he feels that incessant and demanding pressure that never leaves him when he’s with her finally, finally give.

And god, it pours out of him. He feels it, every twitch, every throb, every convulsive pulse of his cock as it empties out all of his lust and his need for her. It fills her like his cock does, like his knot does, hot and potent, backed up and trapped there behind the too-big seal of his knot. His hips jerk and stutter like he’s a nineteen year old boy and not a forty-seven year old man – like she’s his first ever girlfriend, like she’s the first girl he’s ever touched, ever lusted over, too pretty and too perfect for him to have ever hoped to score on his own. He moans around the flesh of her tit, drool coating her skin until it’s slick like her face is with tears, like her thighs are with pre-cum and her own arousal. He moans against her, and he humps into her, all instinct again, the way his hips move – trying so hard to drive his cock deeper into her despite him already being as deep as he could ever really hope to be already.

There’s no real thoughts anymore. Nothing coherent. That’s instinct, too. Breed her. Fill her. Fuck his cum into her. The way she cries and the noises she’s making, it’s a siren song in ears. Even if she were telling him no – which she doesn’t, not anymore, not since he’d made her his good little pet – he’d know by the noises she’s making that what he’s doing is right. That what he’s doing is meant to be. That she is made for this, made for his cock, made to be fucked, again, again, again.

“Rina, Rina, little fuckdoll, little onahole.” The words are slurring, now. His tongue feels thick in his mouth like his cock feels thick between her legs, filling up her puffy, over-stretched cunt, that tight, perma-virgin cunt he can’t ever get enough of. “Rina, Rina.” Crooning her name, his hips push and push, trying to fuck his cum into her, deeper, deeper. “You deserve it. You ask for it, looking like you do. You were made for it. God – Rina. Rina.”

Half-lidded and heavy, he lifts his gaze and then his head, staring down at her through red and silver lashes. His hand slides up her thigh, up, up, trailing over the soft curve of her stomach. As if he might be able to feel the hot cum he’s pumping into her beneath it, he lays his palm there with all the reverence of someone touching something holy – – 

Of some unrepentant sinner savoring the prize he has stolen out from heaven itself.

“Mine,” he says. He says it lazy, almost, lazy and tired and drunk, but no less menacing for it. There is blood on his teeth, after all.

“All mine.”

[decafdoodlez]

MY FACE FEELS HOT. I DONT FEEL TOO GOOD. IM GONNA PASS OUT. /pos

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Relationship: Ren Hana/OC, Fox/OC Rating: Explicit Contains: Possessive Behaviour, Praise, Groping, Beginnings of Oral Sex Length: 1300+ words

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"I don't really understand what I've done wrong,"

Marina sat with nervous caution as Fox stood before her, his arms folded and his tail wagging curtly behind him. The gesture was almost as curt as his dour expression, pulling his features down, his sharp eyes boring a hole straight through her.

"Really?" Fox replied with an eye-roll. "You're really going to sit there and play stupid with me, Rina?"

"I'm not playing stupid," She replied, her voice calm despite her nerves, knowing not to move in her seat or try to follow his body as he began to idly pace around the couch. She was a good pet, a well-trained pet, even if he was questioning it now. "I just don't know. If you tell me, I'll know."

"...So, you're really not going to admit to it and earn yourself a lighter sentence, hm?" Fox asked, his voice light but his eyes dark and full of menace as he stared her down. "Or are you so clueless that you didn't realise how much trouble you caused me?"

"Trouble?" She blinked doe-wide, innocent, lavender eyes towards him when he stopped in front of her again, his posture towering above hers, though she never appeared afraid of him. "What trouble, sir?"

His hard expression faltered at her unwavering subservience towards him, which made his instant grimace all the more harsh and hard to make up for it. He might have had a soft spot for pets who knew their place underneath him, but he wouldn't be compelled into pity and sympathy, just because she was behaving so sweetly now.

"You well know," He shouted in a near bark, loud enough to make the young girl flinch in her seat. "That when you are assisting me in the auctions, you are not to say a word to anyone without my express permission. You broke that rule, you get punished. Simple as that."

Marina was quiet for a moment, trying to recall the last auction she had assisted Fox with, before a look of understanding crossed her pale face. 

"I see," She said softly, her eyes flitting down to her lap before going back to his, now acknowledging what she had done wrong. "I understand. My apologies. I won't do it again, sir."

His grimace faltered again, and he felt an annoyed and red-hot flush come to his face as his tail began to wag involuntarily and his ears tilted forward with quiet pleasure.

God, why was she behaving now? 

Why was she doing this to him?

"Ngh-" He frowned a little more, reaching up to cover his flushed cheeks and trembling jaw with his hand. "You can't just...expect me not to discipline you now because you apologised..."

Marina blinked again, feigning innocence no doubt.

"I don't expect that, sir," She replied with a demure shake of her head, her blonde hair falling from behind her ears and framing her face sweetly, innocently, a delicate picture of a woman, a girl, that he needed to protect, cherish- "I understand if you have to punish me. I will try not to disappoint you again."

"Damn it, you can't just act like this and expect me not to...to-" 

What was that feeling? It wasn't entirely foreign to him, he'd felt it before, but never this quickly or...intensely. 

It was like his mind was telling him to be angry, but the heat in his body and the wagging of his tail (and the aching, twisting, pulsating feeling in his heart) was telling him otherwise.

"Just...be careful," Fox finally said through grit teeth, his voice a little softer than before as he straightened up fully, crossing his arms again. "You cannot disappoint me again, Rina. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Marina nodded. "Did something happen at the auction, sir?" She asked quietly. 

Fox frowned again, his tail slowing its wagging and his ears falling back slightly, like she had reminded him of an especially unpleasant memory.

"...Nothing happened," He replied lowly, before letting out an irritated huff, his claws digging into the sleeves of his jacket. "You need to understand that I cannot have anyone else looking at you, lest they...well, start to think about things I don't care for. Start to think they can get close or...handsy."

"Of course, sir." She agreed with another nod. "I didn't consider that. I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

"Yes, you...you should have been." He muttered, his voice barely a whisper as he rubbed his jaw and flushed cheeks again, and sighed loudly, pacing towards her. "God, how am I supposed to get you to learn a lesson now if you're so well-behaved~?" 

A whisper of a smile graced Marina's pretty face, her eyes flitting to the side as he got closer.

...That smile.

Her quiet but sweet and submissive attitude, the small hint of demure pleasure in her eyes, her gentle but provocative mannerisms...it was enough to drive him crazy.

Enough to get his cock stirring in his trousers, too, despite his anger previously.

"My darling, you're going to be the death of me," He groaned softly, now kneeling on the couch beside her and pressing his face into the crown of her head. Her  hair was soft against his skin, and he found himself taking fistfuls of it to drag her closer to him, her plush body against his. "How can I possibly keep you in line when you're this sweet?"

"M-Mr. Fox..." She mumbled with a delicate flush to her cheeks, never giving away too much of herself at once. "Mm, please-"

It was addictive.

"Damn it, darling..." He groaned through his clenched teeth, his voice a quiet growl as he lowered his face down to hers, golden eyes half-lidded with desire, a desire he readily expressed to her. "You know I can't stay mad at you for long."

When he brought his lips forward, she didn't pull back or wriggle in his grip, but simply allowed him to kiss and suck and nip at her chin, her lips, her gasping mouth as he pleased, readily accepting his probing tongue as he kissed her deeper, his fists tightening in her hair, pulling, moving, guiding her.

And the way she was still being good for him was just so...damned adorable. 

"You're such a good girl for me..." He praised, pulling back from the kiss and trailing his tongue over her kiss-bitten lips, across her cheek. "So good and sweet for your owner..."

"Of course, dearest..." She said quietly, another slight smile on her face as one of his hands trailed down from her hair and to her trembling chest.

Though that attention really couldn't be helped...what did she expect, when her assets were just so perfect?

"Mm..." She moaned softly, prettily, (like it was something she had practiced and perfected just for him), biting her lip as he peeled up the bottom of her very sensible and very modest sweater. and started to grope and squeeze her breast with a little more force and intention. 

"You know, darling, if you want to make up for your mistake now..." He smirked lightly, his voice still barely above a whisper as he trailed a claw over her swollen nipple, listening to her moans and whimpers. "I can think of a number of ways to do that right now..."

Marina couldn't hold back a little sigh and a falter in her own expression, as she slid off the couch and settled down on her knees in front of him, giving him enough room to sit on the couch, legs spread and wide open, and peel down his trousers.

"Yes sir," She said obediently, her hands scraping back her hair (lest it get in the way of the task at hand) as he eased his cock from his briefs, working his fist up and down to work himself to full hardness. "Of course, sir..."

"Good girl~"

[confusedgoldenflower]

[Text] Ace Visibility Week 2024 event, coming October 20-26!

[Text] Ace Visibility Week 2024 AO3 collection.

Prompts:

Tattoos

Picnic

Night out

A break

It seems so long ago...

What have we done?

On that day-

Feels so good when you hold me

Buggaboo

A favor

Secret

Gardens

Sickness

Monsters in the dark

Gift of heart

Clash

Ears

Unnatural limbs

Link to the collection (with a FAQ): https://archiveofourown.org/collections/AceVisibilityWeek2024. Crashcourse FAQ: indeed includes aro stuff; can include sex as long as a-spec is respected; NO pwp/smut for the sake of it; and consent is a MUST.

My first event, I hope y’all will join in the a-spec loving! 🖤🤍💜 🖤🤍💚

Please use tags #acevisibilityweek2024, #aceweek2024 and #aceweekao3. Feeling a bit spicy, use #teachthealloshowtoact.

It’ll be easiest—I think—to keep track on AO3 because of the way it’s set-up, but I will definitely be trolling Tumblr as well (I don’t have Twitter, it scares me). Of course, art and pod fics, etc are welcome.

I know I don’t have a following or a Twitter, but regardless, I hope other aces and allies will join me in this, and we can have it as an annual event sorta like MerMay and AUgust!

[hp-abandonshipfest]

Abandon Ship Fest Masterlist

Ahoy there! Our voyage is now at an end, and we, the mods, are delighted to announce that we have 23 spectacular gen works for your perusal! Thank you to everyone who engaged, commented, reblogged, and followed along. Your support means so much and we are so grateful! Without further ado, here are our entries ⚓

Fine Print by nocturn Marietta's maxims for a life well-learned and well-lived.

Where the Heart is by silver_fish - a Podfic by @cailynwrites After the events at the Department of Mysteries in June—and all that came after—Harry finds himself once again stranded at Number Four Privet Drive. With only his own thoughts to keep him company, he takes to writing letters to the only person he thinks can help, if only he were still alive to do so.

Collected Correspondence by Artemisaki, jtimu Correspondence between Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy regarding publication of novel findings in magizoology and wizarding space. 

Maybe this is enough by Patriceavril Scattered moments throughout a doomed friendship.

All The Whys To Map The Stars by @nogenrealldrama  Sometimes Astronomy feels like the least magical subject at Hogwarts. But while the influence of the planets can seem subtle, it’s also ever-present. This fic is a short narrative exploration of how Astronomy might affect magic in the Wizarding world.

Eat Your Death, Draco by @sillywives Draco's first dinner with the Death Eaters isn't what he expected.

The Ostentation by @lumosatnight, @nanneramma Lucius Malfoy: the boy, the man, the bird.

[ART] Never Been in Love by @okeydokeylackey Little piece of art/gif of Voldemort with an aro/ace flag 🧡💛🤍💙🖤

The Winds Forbid by @dodgerkedavra The third letter Petunia receives from Albus Dumbledore simply can’t be right.

The Sacred Blood We Spilled by @bunnieblair Her sisters were her ever-present companions in life. Their presence at her side firm and unyielding. Years of treasured girlhood, of never being alone. A lifetime spent fighting, learning and growing together.

Between Truth & Repose by @caitriona-3 Lily figures the assignment is as good a chance as any to ask her question - why are the three curses unforgivable?

Aniseed by @poljupci The Art of Identifying the Things which No Longer Serve You

These Dreams That Deepen Our Desires by Clueless Anxious Ghost of Hayhay (ShadowfoxFreyja) Narcissa finds herself in Azkaban, unwillingly dwelling on her past experiences.

The Diary of T.M. Riddle by @midnightstargazer On a visit to the Malfoys, fourteen-year-old Sirius insists on sneaking off to explore. What happens when he and Regulus find a blank diary hidden deep within the Malfoys’ library?

Ollivanders and Potter: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. by That_Dark_Forest_Witch The wand may be the one to do all the choosing, but wandmakers are needed to help the pairs find each other. The getting-ready-for-school rush in Diagon Ally is one of Harry's favourites now that the shop is his.

A Good Place (Believe Me) by SquibNation10 Five-year-old Harry's idyllic summer in Godric's Hollow takes a dramatic turn when he meets Tom, a troubled boy. Tragedy strikes: Harry's sister, Luna, is missing. Can Tom and Harry solve the mystery together?

The boy and the dogfather by HadrianPeverellBlack Trouble is very protective of the young boy.

The Secrets We Keep by sky_watcher_rose Minerva knows who the black cat with the brown eyes is, but she never says anything. After all, as she keeps telling herself, she has no proof.

Learning to Unlearn by @offthemap A Pansy Parkinson character study. Over the course of a year and a half, Pansy starts to become more open-minded about the world she lives in... though at first not on purpose. A series of vignettes.

My brothers, my boys, my twins by @lucigoo Percy was unintentionally parentified at a young age. Now, on his first birthday without Fred, he finds himself with George and Harry. Reminiscing about the boys he all but helped raised.

Missing Pages by @nightfalltwen Something isn't right with Monica Wilkins' life. It's like reading a book with the pages torn out and she doesn't know.

Unbreakable bonds by x_manga_Bleach_x Bill was Ginny's favourite brother. She'd never tell Ron though. He'd pout and sulk for days.

our house in the middle of our street by daniko A neglected orphan, a former and future spy, and a convicted felon take up residence in a grim old place.

[decafdoodlez]

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Mira wrote this for me a while back originally with Rina in place of Y/N, and I gave her permission to alter it for Y/N readers! I was doing double takes with each sentence, couldn't be more pleased with the final fic. owo <3

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DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND! FOX/ANNOUNCER X FEMALE-PRESENTING MC

CONTENT WARNING: Menophilia (period bloodplay), CNC, lactation **18+ ONLY NO MINORS**

@decafdoodlez c/mmissioned this for her OC Rina and kindly is letting me share it with you all! Fox/Announcer belongs to Gatobob. The writing belongs to me. DO NOT STEAL MY WORK.

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“I taught you better than this,” Stammered Fox, his golden optics a mix between fury and disappointment. His ears and tail twitched as he paced around you disapprovingly. It was rare to see him so upset, especially toward his star subject. Fox failed to consider that he had no true reason to be upset.

“I’m… confused, sir,” You responded, your voice clear in tone yet puzzled. It was not out of disobedience, but rather true confusion. You wore a strikingly bright pastel pink lingerie set, long white netted stockings, and a lack of panties. The top piece barely covered your breasts, exposing your areola. Your chest would be fully exposed if it weren’t for the heart piece covering your nipples. Soft nubs perked through the tiny bit of lace material, practically welcoming whomever in view to imagine what it would be like to have a taste.

It was for this very reason that infuriated Fox. You looked too beautiful. Too goddamn alluring. And something felt off. There was a looming scent in the air driving him mad. It smelt… metallic. One could argue it might be his mask, however, it had a particular aroma that he couldn’t quite place his finger upon. His tail fluffed and frizzed up as he struggled to make sense of the feelings bubbling up in his chest. Fox was so entangled in his own thoughts and possessive nature that he didn’t realize you had spoken to him. 

“Sir… You look troubled. Have I done something wrong?” You questioned with a bit of hesitation held within your words when you spoke up again. You would never ask a question if you weren’t genuinely worried for your master. He was acting strange and it was beginning to spark a bit of anxiety. You brought your hands together, sliding your palms across one another for comfort. You hoped he would not think of you poorly for asking a question. You had seen him truly infuriated before and it never ended well. Fox finally stopped pacing. He first closed his eyes and sighed heavily while running his hands through his graying hair.  Once his eyes opened again, he noticed a trail of blood dripping down your thighs. Now Fox was the confused one… and he stared at the blood. He hadn’t touched you yet today, as it was extremely early in the morning and they were supposed to be streaming by now. The realization finally clicked in alongside primal instinct. His claws or tools were not responsible for the blood. You must have started your period. He couldn’t stop staring as the blood taunted him.

“Y/N.” His voice was sharp and tainted by what only one could identify as carnal desire. His nose and ears wiggled. It took every bit of self-control to approach you calmly. This control was short-lived. He grabbed your thighs, forcing them apart. There was no time for consent; not that he would have considered anyway. Your body belonged to him. Your blood began to flow more, freed from the trap that was your plump thighs. You felt a squeak leave your throat, a soft blush blossoming across your cheeks at the sudden grab. The failure to notice you were bleeding caught you off guard, amplifying your reaction. How embarrassing… “You’re too tempting. Bleeding like this… what were you thinking?” He snarled between words, moving to his knees while gripping your thighs. His claws raked down the soft, sensitive skin as he settled beneath you. One hand remained on your thigh while the other raised a finger. He had recently filed his nails to a point. You caught a glimpse of his nails and recognized this demeanor. You knew what would come next and did not dare to deny him. Your body existed for him and he alone.

Fox admired your bleeding pussy before testing the claw against your clit. It poked out, the usual response when Fox would touch you. He knew your body better than you knew it yourself. He had much more experience exploring your body and limits than you ever had. You were a virgin when you had met and he loved knowing he was the only person who had ever laid hands on you. The only person who had been inside you. A cackle left him as the pad of his finger and the tip of his claw moved from your clit to trace along your outer lips. They were somewhat swollen from bloating and the rush of pleasure. 

You let out another soft sound as your Master touched you. You moved a hand to cover your mouth. You then bit on your lower lip, flustered by how fascinated he appeared by your cunt. He had fucked and played with you various times… and shockingly never did on your time of the month. It was a new side of him you had never seen before. His tongue lapped up the blood and explored the depths of your cove. You now gushed both blood and your own slick wet as he pleasured you. You couldn’t help feeling aroused even more seeing Fox on his knees. It was a rare sight to see. Sure, Fox had pampered you before… but having him beneath you? It was an honor and you knew you needed to be thankful.

“I-I might cum, sir.” You mouthed, escaping your lips barely above a whisper. It was soon into the intimacy… but you couldn’t help yourself. He had never eaten your pussy before! He was practically devouring you. You moved your hands to stroke in between and behind his ears. He moaned as he enjoyed your pets and continued to explore your cunt. He massaged every inch and suckled on your delicate nub until his face was covered in your blood. His nails dug deep into your outer thighs. 

Hearing you might cum, he growled and pulled back to look at you. You would notice the fresh blood coating his lips and smeared across his cheeks in random splotches. The primal craze in his eyes glinted your way. “Cum on my face, Y/N! I won’t be satisfied until you do.” It sounded more like a threat rather than a demand. 

You felt your core swell and your body becoming overwhelmed with warmth and pleasure. Your clit twitched and your body somewhat twisted as you came all over Fox’s face. Much to his surprise, you had squirted. The string of fluid collided with his tongue as he had ensured his face was near your cunt. He lapped at the leftover mess, indulging and even more heated than he was before the start. He wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. He needed more. He bit on your outer pussy lips and grazed his fangs across your clit, causing you to emit a scream. 

He finally pulled back from your cunt to observe your reaction. You were crying from how rough he had been with his tongue and fangs. You couldn’t help squeezing your thighs together in a weak attempt to mask the pain. The pressure somewhat helped disguise the ache. He laughed at you, now moving to push you onto their bed. Your body sunk against the plush mattress and helped you relax somewhat comforted by the silk sheets. That moment didn’t last long as he removed his clothing followed by pinning you down. He pressed the tip of his throbbing cock into your bloodied cunt before roughly thrusting down to his base. His knot ached as it dragged within your tight walls. The blood and your previous orgasm acted as lube as he pounded into your pussy. His hands traveled across your body, worshipping every curve and soft part of you. He fell even more deeply in love with you during this moment. You whimpered and moaned as your pussy swallowed his cock. You raised your legs as you were trained to and moved them around his hips to amplify both of your pleasure. He followed your cue by moving into a mating press, breeding deep inside you. He felt his knot latch. 

“You’re about to take a very deep creampie, sweetie.” 

Your *eye color* hues snapped open as he whispered into your ear. A shiver traveled down your spine. You looped your arms around his shoulders and humped against him. He snarled before biting down on your neck. A familiar pop sounded and Fox released inside of his favorite pet. You felt yourself being filled, surely dripping outside your cunt and around your master’s cock. He didn’t stop slamming into you even after he came. He peppered your body with more bite marks and paid special attention to your breasts. His thrusting slowed to a leisurely pace as he began to suck on your nipples. His hands massaged your hips as he suckled. 

Another surprise.

A warm milky fluid seeped from your nipple as his tongue trailed along the nub. Were you lactating? He brought his head back for another moment to take a look. You were leaking milk from both breasts. This shouldn’t be possible as you’d never been pregnant before… but he had heard it could happen in rare occurrences. He chuckled and smirked up at you. He pinched your nipple and more milk dribbled out. You winched and squeaked as your master played with your new faucets. He latched his lips back onto your right nipple while his hand massaged your left. He continued to thrust inside of your pussy in a more slow, loving rhythm. The mix of feeling his fingers, tongue, and cock forced you to moan whorishly and orgasm again. 

“Y/N… You never cease to amaze me.” Fox mouthed against your breast and brought his thrusts to a stop. He slowly brought them out of the mating press and into a more comfortable cuddling position. His cock left your cunt with another pop and you emitted another whimper. Fox moved a hand to your cheek, caressing your bright, rosy pink cheeks. He admired you, the smirk being replaced with a soft expression. He sighed contently before sighing. His tail thumped happily against the mattress before settling around your waist like a blanket. You smiled back at him, the sensations of their heated moment leaving you feeling both cradled and mutilated. Their love is truly the death of peace of mind.

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Relationship: Ren Hana/OC, Fox/OC Rating: Explicit Contains: Punishment, Overstimulation, Bondage, Nipple Play Length: 1300+ words

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It wasn't uncommon for Marina to be pinned down to a bed that wasn't hers, her body spread out like a display piece, an animal skin to be stuffed, a specimen to be dissected, and unable to move.

It was less common that she didn't know the reason, though. 

Fox was normally good enough to, at least, explain himself before he tortured her to the brink of madness. 

Sometimes he even offered her the chance to explain herself first, to earn her freedom (or exchange something for it).

She had the sense, though, as the harness around her waist and thighs was tightened and the already buzzing hitachi was slotted into place against her weeping cunt, that she wasn’t going to get the chance to bargain for any kind of freedom now.

Somehow, after what felt like hours, the ‘pleasure’ was slowly becoming more painful than actual pain was.

And, what was worse and despite her best efforts, she couldn't seem to pull or even lightly jerk away from the unrelenting, maddening buzz of the vibrator, no matter how hard she tried, and her hips were throbbing from the effort of it.

"You know that squirming like that is going to do you no good," Fox chided at her side, tilting his head wryly as his tail wagged, back and forth. His eyes wrinkled in the corners as he smiled, almost fondly, watching as she continued to twitch and writhe. “If anything, it’ll just make your bindings more uncomfortable. You wouldn’t like that, now, would you, pet?”

“Hhh…” Marina groaned against the whiffle-ball gag, her heaving breaths coming out as moans and whistling gasps as she pulled at her cuffs a little harder. 

The hard plastic between her teeth had no give in the slightest, no opportunity for any relief or something to dig her teeth into, and the cheap leather dug painfully into the sides of her mouth, sure to induce irritation and maybe injury.

He could afford better than this, she thought, with another whimpering moan. He HAD given her better than this.

He was punishing her with cheap bondage that would leave cuts and scrapes behind in their wake. 

He must have been in a bad mood, in spite of his sharp grin and smiling eyes.

"Now..." He murmured thoughtfully, pacing towards her middle and leaning over her, like he was conducting some kind of inspection.

She shivered, feeling the pressure of his palm on the wand's handle, the thick plastic pressed right up against her soft belly, her womb. 

"Since you need a lesson in manners and, well, basic instruction, it seems…" He let out a chuckle through his nose, toying with the scroll button of the wand and taunting her with a higher volume. "What are you to call me in public, dearest?"

"Fhhh," 

The air of words escaped through the gag in a splutter of drool and spit, and she managed a click of her tongue behind it, creating a 'ks' sound. 

‘Fox’. Right. Now she remembered.

She had made the mistake of referring to him by his real name in front of other people. Employees, nobody that mattered, but it was still one of the few things that made him nervous, and he didn’t appreciate the degree of leverage that she could have over him.

"Louder." He said sternly, pushing the vibrator up another notch, his golden eyes narrowing. “What’s my name, Rina?” 

"Fhhks-!" She yelped out loudly, squeezing her eyes shut as the toy jolted out another painful pulse of white-hot pleasure. 

“Ah, there we go. That’s a good girl, you haven’t forgotten.” Fox praised, though his tone lacked its usual affection and was, instead, condescending and lilting, like he was teasing her as he so often did. “I had to make sure, you know, since you made that mistake…”

His claw flicked forward and he turned up the wand again, listening to Marina’s pained shriek as he did so.

“I really ought to be stricter on you. You make us sound so personable, darling,” He then said with another tilt of his head and a derisive click of his tongue, his ears tilting forward. “I really can’t have people thinking I’m going easy on you, letting you get away with misbehaving.”

Marina shook her head helplessly with another helpless whimper, her cuffed hands twisting tight above her head (cheap leather digging into her pale skin).

“I know, I know,” He continued, almost casually, like he was discussing the weather. “I really do hate to be so cruel to you, but, well…” He let out another laugh, practised and impersonal (like this was all an act, a game, like he wasn’t being honest with her). “Needs must!”

With that, he reached down and turned the toy up another agonising notch, the incessant buzzing now louder and faster than it had been before. 

Fox’s expression softened indulgently, a fat cat with a dish full of cream, a predator staring at its prey, as Marina tipped her head back with a pained sob, her soft thighs trembling on either side of the wand’s rumbling head and her back arching, like she was a woman possessed.

“This is all for you to learn, Rina,” He murmured, leaning in even closer, resting a knee beside her bound body and bringing their faces close together. “You don’t use my name in front of anyone, do you?”

Marina whimpered helplessly and shook her head, her violet eyes squeezing shut as Fox trailed a sharp claw around one of her nipples, plush and puffy and…incredibly tempting.

“Knowing it is a privilege I’ve given you…don’t make me regret treating you so kindly.”

“Ah-hah,” She gurgled and nodded her head obediently, her expression only growing tighter as Fox pressed the tip of his claw down against her breast, digging in deep, threatening to break the skin and make her bleed. 

He licked his lips at the very idea.

“Mm, yes.” He hummed, his voice even softer, tilting his head again before dipping his head down to tongue at her chest. “Such a good girl…”

“Upfff-!” She gasped, her eyes shooting wide as another splutter of drool oozing out of the whiffle gag, around the tight straps and down her chin. 

Her entire body was trembling and spasming while Fox dragged his teeth over the sensitive bud of her nipple and turned up the toy another notch. The chains of the cheap cuffs pulled hard against the metal headboard (the sound making them both tense and flinch) as she tried, desperately, to fight against the wand's thrumming torture, though to no avail.

Tears were beading in her eyes, and she was near sobbing from the need for some degree of release, something, anything-

To Marina’s shock, a gush of liquid suddenly shot from between her legs and on the expensive sheets, accompanied by a high, somehow more pained shriek.

"...You didn't just come without permission, did you?" Fox asked after a beat of silence, raising a brow and looking back towards her. 

"Hfff-" Marina wheezed as she bashfully tried to hide her face against her bicep, her exhaustion clear in her red face as her body went slack on the bed, feeling a bead of sweat run down her temple.

"Well, that's no good," Fox said with a sigh, sitting up on his knees with a considered look. "No, no, no good at all..."

A thoughtful expression came to his face and he idly rubbed his chin for a moment or two. And Marina might have been worried about his intentions (as nefarious as they often were), had the toy not still been buzzing away between her legs.

“I’m afraid, my dear,” He then said, lowering himself back down to her level again, a vicious twinkle of malice in his golden eyes. “That we’ll need to do this until I can be sure you’ve learned your lesson.

“Hah?” She whimpered, her eyes wide at the threat.

“Not to worry…it shouldn’t take longer than,” He cocked his head with a mean smile. “Another hour or so? I hope you didn’t have any plans tonight, darling~”

Marina didn’t have the opportunity to respond before Fox was pushing the toy up another unbearable notch, making her let out a miserable moan from her spread lips, and forcing her body through the mind-numbing torture.

Again and again and again…