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gigabyte-flare · 4 months ago

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Pause the Game

[A Gigabyte Flare One Shot]

Summary: You decide to play a video game to help you wind down so you can go to bed. Sylus has other plans.

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Sylus x fem!Reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Pet names, dubcon, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie

A/N: Part one of 21 Reasons is going to be freaking massive so I wanted to get a one shot out to help hold me over (especially after yesterday's banner reveal WOOF). This is loosely based on Sylus's "Crying Wolf" Secret times; as an avid gamer, that audio rewired my freaking brain. So naturally, this is 5000% self indulgent, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!

It's now morning, you begin to make a mental note of all the things you have to do today before the day ends; you don't have much time.

Wake up, go water the plants, collect the eggs, milk the cows, collect the duck feathers, sheer the sheep--

"What are you playing, Sweetie?"

You practically jump where you're sat up in bed, dropping your phone in the blankets on your lap. You didn't even hear Sylus come into the bedroom.

"Are you trying to scare me, Sy?" you ask, rolling your eyes up at him as he leans over the bed to see what you're so focused on.

"Me, try to scare you? Never. Although I am shocked my little Hunter didn't even notice me…" a devious smirk appears on his lips as he leans in close to your ear, "when I was this close."

His breath on your ear causes a chill to run straight down your spine and into your core, the depths of you throbbing in response to his voice; he knows exactly what buttons to push on you. You shake your head, pushing the lewd thoughts aside just as you bring your hand up, pushing his face away.

"Sylus, come on, I was just really focused on what I was doing!"

He instantly grabs your wrist, holding it still for a moment before letting go; his devious smirk transforming into something darker, "you should know better, it'll take more than just your hand to keep me away, Kitten."

A sudden sad sounding chime emanates from your phone, drawing your and Sylus's attention to it, the words 'YOU LOSE: The wolf ate your livestock!' hovering on the screen. You let out an annoyed sigh as you pick up your phone from your lap.

"Oops… looks like you lost. Sorry for interrupting your game, Sweetie," he says with a low chuckle as he stands back up straight, slipping his hands into the pockets of his dress pants, "don't I recall you telling me this morning that you are going to start going to bed early from now on? Only naughty Kittens stay up and play games."

You clear your throat, once again willing yourself to not let Sylus get you worked up, "I like to play video games to help me wind down and go to sleep!"

Looking down at you, Sylus raises a scrutinizing eyebrow, "playing video games to fall asleep? That is the most absurd thing I've ever heard. I think someone is trying to pull the wool over my eyes."

"No I'm not! Here, give it a try! It's relaxing!" you reply, holding up your phone to Sylus.

"You want me to play your silly game?" he raises his brows, glancing down at your phone before his crimson gaze shifts back up to you, he smirks again, "Oh… you're trying to prove your innocence to me. I suppose I'll indulge you."

He gently takes your phone from you, pulling the comforter back to sit in bed next to you, "scoot over, Sweetie."

You immediately shift over so he can sit next to you, laying your head against his upper arm as he cradles your phone in his hands.

"So, what exactly do you do in this game?" he asks softly.

"It's a farming simulator; you take care of your crops and livestock each day, but if you're not paying attention, the wolf will come and eat your livestock," you explain as you watch him start to play your game, the upbeat music of the game once again filling the bedroom.

"I can see how you fall asleep playing this, it's awfully boring," he replies with another soft chuckle, "let me count the sheep… one, two…"

You playfully poke Sylus's side, "well I like this game, quit being a jerk."

Sylus lets out a huff as he smiles down at your phone. He mindlessly takes care of your farm for a few minutes before his gaze begins to wander; starting with your hands folded in your lap, up your arms until he finally settles on the necklace adorning your neck.

His breath hitches upon recognizing the necklace, "is that the necklace I gave you for your birthday?"

"It is, actually," you reply, looking downwards as your bring you hand up to gently caress the necklace resting on your collarbone area, "I really like it."

"I have good taste, don't I?" Sylas asks, his own hand caressing the necklace, leaning over so that his lips hover just next to your ear, "so pretty."

He kisses the shell of your ear, intentionally making a sound knowing it drives you absolutely wild with need. His lips move from your ear, to just behind your ear, using his tongue, teeth and lips to mark your skin. You can't help but let out a soft whimper, however, you advert your gaze to your phone in his hand, the farm being left unattended.

"Sylus, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, Sweetie. This spot was too enticing for me to resist…" he purrs into your ear.

"But the farm--"

"The farm?" Sylus sits back up, his crimson eyes giving you a predatory look, "I don't have your undivided attention, do I?"

He growls, turning his body and climbing on top of you while still under the blankets, essentially caging you with his body, his ruby eyes practically burning into your soul as he looks down at you, "you know how much I hate sharing, Kitten."

Your phone, now laying on the bed next to the two of you, plays the same sad chime from earlier. You watch Sylus's eyes shift over to your phone, that smirk you love so much appearing once more, "oh dear… looks like we lost again."

Leaning down to you, his lips hover above yours, his breaths ragged, hot and heavy as he whispers, "the wolf ate all the animals."

Before you can even say a word, he descends upon you, his mouth devouring yours like a man starved. His hands grip your upper arms like a vice as he turns his head to invade your mouth with his tongue, savoring you. In the midst of this, you try to reach over to grab your phone, but Sylus is quick to grab you by the wrist again, pinning your arm to the mattress before shoving your phone away, so hard that it falls off the bed.

"Now, why are you reaching for your phone?" he asks, burying his face into the crook of your neck, "if you need something to help you fall asleep, I can fulfill that role."

He props himself up on his arms and knees, once again caging you beneath him. First, he slips your pajama top up over your head before he slowly moves downward, trailing his lips and tongue down your body as he moves.

He stops briefly over your breasts, his hot breath caressing your hardened nipples before he speaks, "how do you think the wolf ate the animals? Like this?"

His mouth seals itself over one of your breasts, his tongue swirling and flicking your nipple; all the while his crimson gaze is locked on you. You can't help but let out a strangled moan, covering your mouth with your hand as your body trembles beneath him.

He relinquishes your breast with a pop, then proceeds to continue moving downward once more, gracing your skin with his soft lips as he moves lower and lower. He reaches the hem of your pajama bottoms, hooking them and your underwear beneath with his fingers, peeling them off slowly and tossing them off the bed once they're off. He pries your legs apart, looking up at you with an animalistic grin.

"Or like this?" he growls before diving into the spot between your thighs, lapping up the sweet nectar of your arousal.

"Sylus!" you cry out, your hand moving down to tangle your fingers in his silver locks, but rather than push him away, you force him down into your heat, earning you a dark chuckle in response; the vibrations coursing through your folds, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

He starts by flicking your throbbing clit with his tongue, then wrapping his lips around it, sucking it like his life depends on it. The coil of your release binds tight in your stomach and just when it's about to snap, he moves lower. His tongue delves into your leaking hole, caressing your walls as his nose rubs your clit. Your heels dig into the mattress, trying to stop your legs from violently shaking, but your efforts are useless. Your makeup is running down the sides of your face from your violent cries of his name. He lets out a low growl, the vibrations hurling you over the edge. Your release covers tongue and mouth; when he pulls himself away from your sex, strings of your orgasm pull away with him before snapping and dripping onto the sheets below.

Sylus sits up onto his knees, his deft fingers making short work of his belt and pants zipper, "is my Kitten prepared?"

Your eyes widen when he pulls out his hardened length, the tip red and angry, dripping with pre-cum. He then proceeds to crawl back up to you, nestling his hips between your spread legs; you feel the tip of his cock prod at your entrance.

"Because the wolf is coming."

With a single jerk of his hips, he sheathes his whole length into your warm depths, causing you to yelp. As Sylus stares down at you, you drape your arms around his shoulders, trying to brace yourself as he begins to brutally thrust into you. Each thrust hits your cervix, making your eyes flutter and roll into the back of your head. Sylus buries his face into the crook of your neck once more, biting and sucking dark bruises into your skin.

"Don't hold back, Kitten. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel."

His ministrations move to your throat, but not before running his tongue over the necklace he bought you, pulling a strangled moan out of you. His tongue continues to run up your throat until he reaches your chin. He smirks, a low chuckle emanating from him before his lips are on yours once more. You can taste the tangy flavor of your release as your tongues dance with each other. His large hands grasp your breasts, gently squeezing them before he rolls both nipples between his index fingers and thumbs. You sob into his mouth, which he happily devours with a growl. Soon, his thrusts become uneven, heralding his release.

With a breathy moan of his own, he snaps his hips into you once last time, his member throbbing as he paints your pussy walls white with his love. His hands grasp the pillow under your head as he rests his forehead against yours. You whimper as your legs hook around his waist, your body shaking as you come down from your own release. Your breaths are shaking as you place a gentle kiss onto the tip of his nose. He can't help but smile and laugh.

"That was more fun than you silly little game, wouldn't you say, Sweetie?"

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace smut #lads smut #sylus #sylus love and deepspace #sylus lads #sylus x reader #sylus x reader smut #sylus smut #gigabyte writes

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luvlofiie · 2 months ago

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dbf!joel x reader who are complete opposites (reader is in her 20’ and Joel is in his mid 50’s)

you were so soft, innocent, and bubbly- and he was very rough, stern, and ruthless. his large, rough calloused hands engulfed your small, soft manicured ones, his thumb constantly moving up and down your hand as reassurance. he adored the way you were so bubbly and chatty with everyone in Jackson, while he just stood there next to to you, a hand around you as he watched and listened. he was very primal and protective of you, allowing you to wander freely and not have to worry about anything.

the relationship allowed you to enter a sub space with Joel. you can be dependent on him and he’s there. you’ll be holding hands, walking down the snowy road giggling at a story you’re telling him, completely oblivious that he has to yank you into him so that way you don’t run into a light pole, earning another endearing giggle from you.

your red ‘mary jane’s’ walking along side his steel toed boots, using them as a boost everytime you two kiss. the way your pink smooth lips interlinked with his chapped ones. it’s like you two balanced each other, made for one another. joel was so much taller than you, dwarfing you and dominating your presence in one way or another. he kept his appearance dark and basic, darks jeans with his plain colored t-shirt, completely contrasting you. with your flared pants, tights and skirts that you typically paired with a tight crop topped or a floral blouse, topping it off with a headpiece like a bow or headband. your hair was always done, braided by him like you taught him too. joel’s was always messy and gruff from your hands always running through it, his salt and pepper hair sticking up every which way but you liked it that way. and if you liked it, so did he.

you were the sun to his moon, the light to his dark… a flower that bloomed on a rainy day. and he loved every part of it.

#joel thots:)<33 #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us #joel x girly!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller blurb #ellie williams #ellie tlou #joel tlou

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eggedbellies · 4 months ago

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Thank @cyphlyncolours for this one! Title: All Bets are Off Wordcount: 3327 Kinks: breeding, oviposition, cum inflation, knotting, egg laying, bondage (?), breeding stocks, overstimulation Synopsis: Ashe (she/they) is a human on an alien planet. Hanging out in an alien bar and playing games sounds like great fun... until the bids are raised higher than before. If she wins, the prize is a great amount of money. If she loses, well... the breeding stocks always need a new body.

The sultry air in the Aura Rainforest was something that few humans enjoyed, but Ashe had found herself coming to enjoy. It wasn’t impossible to encounter other soft-skinned folks like herself in here, but it was definitely something rare. She liked how comfortable it was, in only the barest modicum of clothing, and the Selesians seemed to enjoy the novelty of seeing such an unusual creature in their midst. The human settlement nearby had been tolerated when they’d first landed; the reptillian locals were not huge in numbers, and friendly enough, even if it had taken some time for communication to be established. That was hundreds of years ago now, and Ashe was part of a generation that was long since settled… although interactions between the two communities was a little more distant than it really should have been.

Ashe, though? They’d never given a damn what was expected of her. The thick leafy foliage was part of the building; the air was heavy with moisture, and her crop top – barely containing her heavy chest - and light yoga pants were not enough to stop sweat dripping down her back. For the scaled creatures that were her friends and compatriots, it was clearly pleasant – they found her strange, soft nature to be fascinating. Eyes drifted around the space before settling back on the hand of cards she had. It sometimes made her think of saunas she’d seen on footage about Earth, and always enjoyed it…

The last few games had been disastrous; an upsetting shift in pace from Ashe’s previous luck. This game had been one she’d learnt here, on the very first, nervous visit – a friend had heard her talking about wanting to try some of the local delicacies, and had almost mockingly recommended Aura Rainforest. The silence that fell when she’d first stepped in, a half-dozen sets of slitted eyes turning to look, suspicion that spoke of perhaps some crueller visits in the past. Yet, upon learning what kind of person they were? Ashe had been accepted with open arms.

The game was fun, but tense; a little like poker, a little like chess, even if it was played from the compressed-leaf ‘cards’, able to tolerate the balmy temperatures. The pile of money in front of them, though, was drawing tension. The space around had a low chatter, but many eyes were fixed upon the two players. All the others had dropped previously, and now, it was only Ashe and her opponent – Manna. She was a stunning creature, truly. Six foot two, glossy green and gold scales with touches of warm copper, brilliant orange eyes. She reminded Ashe of images she’d seen of cobras; the way her natural head shape flared out like a hood or even long hair… her own brunette locks felt unremarkable in comparison.

She was also the owner of Aura Rainforest, and one of the most skilled N’ic players that Ashe had ever faced off against.

“Damnit.” the human sighed, sitting back slightly, dropping her cards down in front of her. “I concede. I don’t have anything else to bid.” “Hmm…” Manna’s voice was as warm as the air, and she smiled in that languid way the reptillians had. “There is something else you could raise…” she murmured. “One more game. If you win, all this…” she gestured a clawed hand down at the pile. That was a good amount of money – enough to cover her rent for the month, at least. Brows drew in, trying to consider what was being suggested right now – before the black claw pointed across the room. Ashe turned, and her eyes settled on – ah. ‘The Stocks’, she’d heard them called, although they weren’t like any stock they’d ever seen before in their history docs.

It wasn’t a structure designed to hold the wrists and neck, no – it was something entirely different, something she’d rarely seen used but – there was a deep throb of heat that sunk straight to her core. Maybe, as Ashe looked back around, she saw Manna’s nostrils flare – but she could have imagined that, surely? “One night.” she said, with a grin, “Anything goes. I won’t let anyone hurt you, of course – standard rules would apply.” Yes, Ashe had seen that before – although never taking too close a look, just in case, not wanting to seem overly interested – that little translator in their brain working to shift the words to something she could understand. No hurting, no suffering, nothing overly… permanent. But, still… that was a hell of a thing to gamble on… eyes drifted back to the money. She remembered the last time they’d seen a body in the stocks… the moaning and gasping from the monitoresque Selesian as she’d been fucked hard, over and over… maybe… maybe the risk was worth it.

“You’ve got it. Deal me in.” she said, giving a grin that Manna reflected back, gesturing casually for the cards to be shuffled and redealt. As each one appeared, she inhaled slowly, well aware that every eye in the space was fixated on the game. She lifted the hand up, staring – trying everything she could to not reveal just what her eyes were fixing on. Impossible. There was only one hand in the game that could possibly beat this. Her own blue irises flicked up, focusing, don’t give it away… the tension held between them, then, finally -

“Marshall.” Manna declared. Ashe’s heart lifted, and she beamed, slapping down her own glimmering purple hand - “Full basilisk.” she declared, sure that Manna had overreached, but the snake was smiling, wider now, and that delight twisted to fear as - “Good hand, Ashe. But …” she laid her own down. “White sail.” “What? No! That’s – how?!” Ashe jolted to her feet, hands on the countertop. Manna began to laugh, throwing her head back before she stood, moving to the human’s side. “Looks like you have a night with us.” she whispered, just the faintest hint of a hiss in her tone. There was laughter all around, now, the rest of the bar delighted at her failure.

“Let me get you a drink.” Manna murmured, “You’re going to want it.” they waved at the bartender; a moment later a shimmering shot was laid in front of her. They stared at it for a moment, knowing just what that was; something she’d never tried, because it was expensive and – well -

“Are you sure?” Ashe murmured. There was a ripple of laughter in return; Manna nodded, leaning in her face close to the back of the human’s head, breath surprisingly warm for a mostly cold blooded creature… reaching out, her fingers caressed the cool sides of the glass before throwing it back. The ‘venom’ shot was made with – well – venom, from a particular species of Selensian – it was rare, and the price came from more than just how hard it was to obtain. Almost immediately, a new kind of heat was suffusing Ashe’s body, making her gasp.

“I always wondered just how it might work on a human.” Manna murmured, and now her slender hands were sliding over Ashe’s hips, then up – scooping under her crop top then the bra, cupping her heavy breasts. Ashe gasped roughly – her hips ground back instinctively, pressing against the growing bulge in her pants. There was more laughter, rising, but seeming so very unimportant in comparison to the throbbing heat building in her own crotch, the wetness soaking through her tight fitting pants. Those cool, unexpectedly soft scaled hands were massaging her now, rubbing over her nipples with a fascination that could only come from someone who didn’t have them. Then the fabric was being pulled from over her head, baring her in front of the entire group.

She found she didn’t mind.

Now the hands were slipping down, into the edges of her pants. Everything was becoming blurry beyond the desperation growing between her legs. As they were led through the bar towards the ‘stocks’, hands reached out to caress the soft skin, stroking her and fondling her, a whisper of what was to come…

There was a soft pad here; they’d never noticed before. But, well – they’d never been on this side of it before, after all. She let them lay her forward. There was a thick bar that settled over her hips, holding her in place, a deep soft curve in the ground, surprisingly comfortable as it was locked into place. There was a hand gripping their ass, stroking over the curve it, tantalisingly close to her desperate, aching hole…

Then something soft was pressing her clit, rubbing against it – she squirmed, bucking, letting out a loud moan.

“You know the rules!” she hissed at someone unknown. “I get first breeding. You lot get to go after. Remember – two drink minimum to use the fucktoy!” and there was a roar of laughter, the clatter of the bar picking up, and then – oh, God, yes – yes – sweet relief – there was something sinking into her. It was surprisingly slender and cool compared to the burning emptiness that was Ashe’s body right now, the venom making every nerve alive. Manna dug her claws into the bits of Ashe’s hips that she could reach.

“You’re such a wet toy. Oh… we need to find more humans to test this venom on. Or maybe it’s just you. I saw the way you looked at it when I raised that bet… I bet you wanted to be here, didn’t you? Wanted to have everyone in this bar lay their eggs in you? You’re very lucky… I can see Snaa is looking at you. We’ll have to let her go last… when you’re all fucked open and ready for that monster, hm?” she laughed again, and the noises made her tremble inside, Ashe clenching around her member. It was just like Manna. Strong, long, slim but irresistible as it drove into her. Over and over, rough, uncaring almost, yet it felt like bliss.

She was getting closer, now, so close, feeling the liquid heat building and building, thrumming into her centre. There – there – and – no – Manna was pulling away, thick strands of cum still drooling from the tip of her cock. “I could’ve given you my clutch… but no. I want to wait until you’re a little more broken, pet.” she slapped Ashe firmly across the rear, and the human clenched, moaning wantonly. Her hands dug into the padding below her, breasts scraping against the soft material… her whole body twitched hungrily, still feeling that throb that was now dancing away, only --

“Ah -” the moan escaped her throat – Manna was still hovering nearby, but there was someone new lining up. Something thick and surprisingly blunt slid slowly down the crack of their ass, rounded and textured. It was so different from the owner’s slender tool, but – surely this wasn’t Snaa’s cock? They knew her – she was the komodo who sat in the back corner, downing huge jugs of the simmered palm ‘beers’, some kind of labourer with a beautiful muscular set of arms and oh, god, she was being split in half, this couldn’t be Snaa but what if it was already? They’d never be the same again. It felt so good; they were so slick and hot compared to the blunt, unstoppable intrusion…

“Fuck!” Ashe cried out as she came, clenching, yet the cock slipped all the way in, and the high laughter above her wasn’t Snaa’s, no. It was hard to think beyond just how full she felt, each ponderous thrust slow, steady, driving all the way in then nearly all the way out. Pre was drooling into their body, doubled up on the slick from Manna’s first filling, and then – oh – oh, they were moving faster, rougher. Each blow all the way in rocked her in the ‘stock’, whining and drooling into the padding. She truly was a toy, being used, the venom making her blood sing and body shimmer all over… a bliss that she didn’t imagine she’d ever feel again.

Somehow, that cock was getting thicker. At the base now, swelling – bigger – they couldn’t move even if they hadn’t been held. Twitching, pulsing, almost squirming where it was packed into her tunnel. Each pulse of cum had nowhere to go but in, the knot preventing anything slipping out. Ashe howled, then babbled, hearing the rising and falling of laughter and excited talking. Someone carressed her face, tilting her head up as if to check she was still alive. Her belly was aching – she’d never felt so full. Then there was a soft hand on that too, rubbing it – they could feel how it hung, packed with cum, into the scaled palm. Manna was talking, laughing, and the idea that she might be proud of just how well Ashe was taking the breeding… it sent another tremble of pleasure through them, making them clench again.

“Oh, it liked that.” a deep voice rumbled, and she finally realised it was Kroak. They had been knocked out in the first round of the game, entirely unable to hold anything like a poker face, but clearly didn’t seem to be all that disappointed. “Rub it again.” then that hand was pressing against her swollen womb and she was howling as she came once more, panting, gasping. “It’s like she was made for this.” “You’ve had your turn, pet. Move on.” slowly, the cock slipped out of her. The balmy air was cold for a moment against her swollen, open cunt; then there was another slipping inside. She let out a breathless little whimper, legs trembling against the sensation. It wasn’t bigger, but it was so ridged, lumpy and pressing in just the right places against their twitching, spread tunnel. She dug her nails into the padding again, realising through the fog just what the curve below her was for now. Oh, God. This had barely begun, hadn’t it? Her mind drifted; just a mess of pleasure, legs shaking, knowing that if they even tried to stand now, they wouldn’t be able to take their own weight. Another knot – yet more cum, unstoppable, as she came and howled and thrashed and their belly filled with the thick seed…

“Now, my dear… sip this.” Manna murmured, gently holding a glass to their sweaty lips. Ashe sipped, expecting more venom, but no – it was just water. Sweet and cool and fresh. “You’re doing so very well. Not too many left now, but…” she chuckled, reaching down to cradle her breasts, stroking over the rock hard nipples. Ashe whimpered, tender, squirming. “Well. All that cum sloshing around in you… isn’t it about time we got you some proper young, hm? Can’t waste it, after all.”

“Wha..?” Ashe mumbled, so lost in the sensations that they could barely register. Then there was another cock splitting them open, sinking in. Slow. Almost gentle, as if knowing how sore she was. They began to rock, bouncing her against them, then rougher, clawed hands adding to the marks on her butt. They added scratches, too, scraping into that flesh. Making it clear that they belonged to the patrons… it sent another tingle through their body, clenching, whimpering…

“Good toy.” the gruff voice whispered, and they laughed, “Good, good. Give in to it. We all know you wanted to be our breeding.” breaking off with a moan, there was that swelling. Different now, though – not quite a knot. Hips rolled. The lumps shifted. The starfish at the tip was flaring open, pressing into her cervix, and yet Ashe could barely feel it – no pain, only pressure leaning into pleasure. The eggs were thick, oblong, bigger than a Chabbit’s – slowly spreading the tip until it deposited into the pool of slick that filled them. A keening whimper escaped Ashe’s face, and that cool hand gently stroked her sweat-soaked features. Yes… she was doing well, wasn’t she? Oh… they would all be so happy with Ashe…

“Made to be a pet.” Manna murmured. “Might be something in that, sweetness. Oh…” she pressed a thumb to Ashe’s lower lip, and without hesitation the human pulled it in, near enough suckling on it, pupils blown wide… “Good. Good.”

The eggs continued to slip inside her, rounding that belly out further. Now the curved padding below was struggling to support her burgeoning frame. They moaned weakly against the thumb… more, more eggs… bigger, fuller… a low whimper of disappointment when that cock slipped from her hole. The last, of course, as promised, was Snaa. Huge, clumping her way towards them, wasting no time. It didn’t matter that she was rough – Ashe was so fucked open they could barely register anything beyond pleasure. Pounding against her cervix, pushing deep into her. Rough, wet slaps – the exhausted patrons cheering as Snaa pulled hard enough to loosen the lock on the stocks. Manna exclaimed a warning, but the night’s abuse and the powerful pounding – there was a clunk as it pinged open. Wasting no time, her thick hands wrapped all the way forward, grasping Ashe’s tits. They massaged them roughly, then those digits gripped her by the torso and lifted her up. Belly dangling, Ashe cried out, a weak howl as she was hefted like a sleeve.

Up and down, belly bouncing even with how tight and full it was. The clutch didn’t waste time – the eggs just as hefty as the creature releasing them. Each pushed sunk another inside her, bulging visibly on her front. A half dozen later, and the clutch was done; Manna lurching forward to help take Ashe’s weight and stop the human being dumped on the floor like a wet paper towel.

“Good girl.” Manna whispered, stroking a hand over her cheek. “Let’s get you out back and laying down, hm? I think you’ve earnt some sleep…”

She woke with a lurch.

It was cooler out here; the soft silky fabric of the couch below her. Ashe tried to sit up, then moaned. Her whole body felt utterly fucked out, sticky and sore. But beyond that, was another sensation. A low aching thrum. A pressure. Unresistable. Oh, fuck – the eggs had gone in. Now they were fertile, and … -- “Ah, yes. Humans. You’re so quick. Up to you if you’re lucky or not.” Manna was lounging against the wall, arms folded, completely naked, her tail curling languidly on the ground. “If you were like us, pet, you’d have to waddle around that for at least a week. Relax. Lean back. Enjoy it. I promise it’s going to feel ever so good.” she chuckled, moving closer. Ashe cried out again. Her overworked clit twitched. There was a throb, a hint of pain, and then heat rushed down through her tunnel. Liquid dripped; the eggs were moving. It stretched her out, but nowhere near as much as Snaa had. More leathery than she’d expected. Thankfully her body seemed to know what to do, rippling clenches and pushes… the first egg plopped wetly out of her. Manna was kneeling next to her now, stroking her cheek.

“Good pet. Good, good pet.” she murmured, low and syllibant, right by her ear. Ashe cried out and tried to buck, but her body was too heavy. No – there was no stopping this. Another egg, then another, until each was right on the tail of the prior. They whimpered, feeling fresh sweat dripping down their neck. “You know… I think you’re a natural.” she whispered, tenderly. “Let’s get these eggs out of you, and then, well… I know you don’t like your job, Ashe. How about considering becoming the permanent stress relief for the bar?” Manna chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve made this much in months after all.” she paused. Ashe moaned, squeezing, the egg slowly slicking loose then popping out onto the others. “Maybe I’ll wait until you can think past that big belly of yours, mm?” they murmured, patting the swell. Ashe howled – and came again, as yet another egg escaped...

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venusianpulp · 1 year ago

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Rising Sign & Your Perfect Festival Outfit

Here are the perfect any music festival outfits for each of the 12 zodiac signs and Ascendants, with details on color schemes, materials, accents, and overall aesthetics:

PSA: Images and descriptions are both complimentary, so they may not be entirely identical, but everything is relevent.

Aries Rising: Bold and daring, an Aries rising would rock a fiery red crop top paired with high-waisted denim shorts. Accessorize with a black leather choker, combat boots, and a statement belt. The outfit screams confidence and adventure.

Taurus Rising: Earthy and sensual, a Taurus rising would opt for a flowy, bohemian-style maxi dress in shades of green and brown. Pair with a leather fringe vest, ankle boots, and a wide-brimmed hat. The outfit exudes comfort and laid-back elegance.

Gemini Rising: Playful and eclectic, a Gemini rising would mix and match patterns and colors. A graphic tee paired with a colorful, patterned skirt, fishnet stockings, and high-top sneakers. Accessorize with layered necklaces and quirky sunglasses for a fun, youthful vibe.

Cancer Rising: Soft and feminine, a Cancer rising would choose a vintage-inspired, pale blue sundress with delicate lace details. Pair with a cozy, oversized cardigan, ankle-strap sandals, and a small, cross-body bag. The outfit radiates comfort and nostalgia.

Leo Rising: Bold and dramatic, a Leo rising would make a statement in a metallic gold romper with a plunging neckline. Accessorize with a chunky, gold chain necklace, oversized sunglasses, and platform heels. The outfit screams glamour and confidence.

Virgo Rising: Clean and practical, a Virgo rising would opt for a crisp, white button-down shirt tucked into high-waisted, black denim shorts. Pair with a black leather belt, minimalist jewelry, and comfortable, low-top sneakers. The outfit is polished and effortlessly chic.

Libra Rising: Elegant and balanced, a Libra rising would choose a flowy, pastel pink maxi skirt paired with a white, off-the-shoulder crop top. Accessorize with delicate, gold jewelry, strappy sandals, and a woven clutch. The outfit is feminine and harmonious.

Scorpio Rising: Mysterious and alluring, a Scorpio rising would opt for a black, lace bodysuit paired with high-waisted, faux leather leggings. Layer with a sheer, black kimono, and accessorize with a choker, ankle boots, and a dark, smoky eye. The outfit is seductive and intense.

Sagittarius Rising: Adventurous and free-spirited, a Sagittarius rising would rock a tie-dye, cropped t-shirt paired with distressed, cut-off denim shorts. Accessorize with a woven, multicolored belt, layered anklets, and gladiator sandals. The outfit is playful and adventurous.

Capricorn Rising: Classic and sophisticated, a Capricorn rising would choose a sleek, solid & colored co-ord with a structured, cinched waist. Pair with knee high or thigh high black boots or dainty shoes, minimalist jewelry, and subtly refined look. The outfit is timeless and powerful.

Aquarius Rising: Unique and unconventional, an Aquarius rising would opt for a holographic, iridescent bodysuit paired with high-waisted, flared pants. Accessorize with a chunky, silver choker, platform boots, and a brightly colored, faux fur coat. The outfit is futuristic and eccentric.

Pisces Rising: Dreamy and ethereal, a Pisces rising would choose a flowy, sheer, pastel purple maxi dress with delicate, floral embroidery. Layer with a soft, crochet cardigan, and accessorize with a flower crown, layered, beaded necklaces, and strappy, barefoot sandals. The outfit is whimsical and enchanting.

#astrology #zodiac #natal chart #sagittarius #astro notes #libra #capricorn #astro observations #virgo

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loveanddeepspaceimagines · 7 months ago

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When you wear Bunny costume on Halloween (their reactions)

Hello guysss I'm backk? But it depends on activity on this post :)))

Since Halloween is coming soon , I've decided to write something about it.

For halloween you forced Zayne to go out with you for trick-or-treating, so now he stands at the front door, awaiting the arrival of you. Dressed as a doctor (ironic).

As he hears the front door opening, he turns around, expecting to see you in your usual matching costume.

But as he looks up, his jaw drops in surprise and awe. There, standing before him, is the most beautiful bunny he's ever seen. The costume hugs every curve of your body, accentuating your pretty legs and cleavage. The ears on the hood and little tail are fluffy and adorable.

"Wow," Zayne breathes out quietly, his eyes roaming over your form. "You look... amazing. Absolutely stunning."he mumbles.

A blush creeps across your cheeks at his reaction, and you do a little twirl, showing off the costume from every angle. "You really like it? You ask, your voice filled with excitement and nervousness.

Zayne steps closer, his hands reaching out to pull you closer, "Like it? I love it," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're the most beautiful bunny I've ever seen."

His hands trail down your back, resting on your hips,he can feel the heat radiating from your body, and he knows he wants nothing more than to peel off that costume and explore every inch of you.

As if reading his thoughts, you get bold and press yourself closer, your lips finding his in a passionate kiss. Zayne's eyes widen at first but then he responds eagerly, his hands roaming over your body, caressing and squeezing your curves through the fabric of the costume.

After while you two break apart, both panting and flushed with desire. "We should probably go," Zayne cove his voice bucky with need "But can't promise I'll be able to keep my hands off you all night."

You giggle, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "That's the point, isn't it?" You tease, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Now, let's go I'm craving something sweet".

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The night of Halloween has arrived, and you've decided to surprise Xavier with a special costume. After much deliberation, you've settled on a spicy bunny costume that hugs your curves in all the right places. The white fur is soft against your skin, and the short skirt flares out , revealing just right amount of skin.

As you prepare to leave for the party, you hear Xavier's keys jingle in the lock. Your heart races with excitement and a hint of nervousness as you wait for him to enter the apartment.

The door swings open, and Xavier steps inside, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you. A slow, appreciative grin spreads across his face as he drinks in every detail of your costume."Wow" he breathes, his voice husky, "You look stunning, baby."

He walks towards you, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in the way the fur clings to your curves.

"Is this what you're wearing to the party?" he Murmurs, his voice low. "Because if so, I might have to keep you all to myself tonight."

You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a rush of heat between your thighs. Xavier leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers,

"You're the sexiest bunny I've ever seen, and I can't wait to unwrap my present later."

He pulls back, his eyes locked on yours, filled with a hunger that makes your knees weak. You know that this Halloween is going to be one to remember.

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You're excited for Halloween, and you've decided to wear a bunny costume that's both cute and a little spicy. You slip into the outfit, the soft fur caressing your skin as you adjust the ears on your head. The crop top hugs your curves, showcasing your cleavage, while the short shorts hug your hips and thighs. You complete the look with a pair of thigh-high boots and a fluffy tail.

Rafayel is waiting for you in the living room, and you can't wait to see his reaction. As you step out, his jaw drops, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every detail of your costume.

"baby," he breathes, his voice low ,his cheeks heating up. "You look... wow. Just wow."

He stands up, his eyes darkening as he approaches you. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the edge of your crop top, his touch feather-light and teasing.

"Is this what you're planning to wear tonight?" he murmurs. "Because if so, I might not want to leave the house."

You giggle, feeling a rush of excitement at his reaction. "I thought you'd like it," you say with a playfully. "And what do you mean? Don't you want to go out trick-or-treating?"

Rafayel chuckles, pulling you closer, his hands resting on your hips. "Oh, I want to go out, all right. But I might have to keep you close all night, just to make sure no one tries to steal you away from me."

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You've decided to dress up as a bunny for Halloween, eager to surprise Sylus with your sexy costume. As you enter the party, Sylus's eyes widen in amazement, his jaw dropping slightly as he takes in the sight of you.

Sylus's eyes roam over your body, taking in every detail of your costume. He swallows hard, smirking,"y/n, you look... incredible," he Murmurs, his eyes dark with desire.

You giggle, your hand reaching out to caress his cheek. "You like it, huh?" you tease, your voice playful and flirtatious.

Sylus nods, his hand coming to rest on your waist, pulling you closer. "I love it," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're the sexiest bunny I've ever seen."he Murmurs.

Unable to resist any longer, Sylus captures your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth. You moan softly, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepen the kiss.

As you break apart, both breathless and flushed, Sylus grins at you mischievously. "I think we should find a more private spot," he suggests, his voice low and husky. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve for you, bunny."

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As the night of Halloween approaches, you spend days agonizing over your costume. Finally, you decide on a cute but spicy bunny costume, complete with a fuzzy tail and floppy ears. You can't wait to see Caleb's reaction when he sees you in it.

When the big night arrives, you carefully apply your makeup, adding a touch of red lipstick and smoky eyeshadow. You slip into the costume, admiring your reflection in the mirror.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for Caleb's reaction as you step out of the bathroom. He's waiting for you in the living room, and his jaw drops as he takes in your appearance.

"Holy shit," he breathes, his eyes widening as they roam over your body. "You look... wow. Absolutely stunning"You can't help but giggle at his reaction, feeling a rush of confidence and excitement. "You like it?" you ask, doing a little twirl to show off the costume.

"Like it? I love it," Caleb replies, his voice husky with desire. "You're the sexiest bunny I've ever seen."

He steps closer to you, his hands sliding around your waist as he pulls you against him. Your heart races as you feel the heat of his body against yours, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I think we should stay in tonight," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "I don't want to share you with anyone else."

Your skin tingles at his words, and you nod in agreement, your own desire building with eachpassing moment. "I'd like that," you whisper, your lips curving into a smirk.

As you can see I'm back againn!! It was difficult past few weeks but I'm okay now. I will be busy but I'll try to post as much as i can!

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fafomama · 2 months ago

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Drive

Summary: Jey Uso has to handle matters when OC gets bored on a road trip.

Warnings: MDNI! 18+, sexual content, language, masturbation, PIV, creampie, choking, hair pulling, public (ish) sex

Featuring: Jey Uso x OC

AN: I own nothing and know noone. Feedback, likes, and reblogs are all welcome and appreciated.

Dra sat in the passenger seat pouting playfully and sneaking glances at the man behind the wheel. It was impossible not to look at him. 6’2”, caramel skin covered in hours of painstaking tribal ink pulled over a muscular frame, brown hair cropped into a mullet, a gold Cuban link chain around his neck, with a matching gold grill on his bottom teeth that caught the light when he spoke or smiled.

Jey Uso. Adored by millions. The Yeet Man. Main Even Jey Uso. One half of The Uso Twins. But right now, away from the fans and the media and the arena was just Josh. Dra hated when people would say that, “Just Josh” as if “Just Josh” was a bad thing. She hated it most when he said it about himself, “Man, I ain’t tryna be Jey right now. He done clocked out for the day. This is just Josh right now. Take it or leave it.” She took it, happily, and never looked back. Truth be told, she preferred Josh…quieter, calmer, usually lost in his own head, always thinking about his next move but always seemed so effortless.

“What? Why you pouting?”

“I’m not pouting. I’m bored.” Contrary to Josh’s usually calm demeanor, Dra was always moving, always fidgeting, always into something.

“Yo ass always bored. We got 2 hours until the hotel, sit back play a game on your phone or something.”

Ten minutes later, Dra huffed and tossed her phone on to the dash, shifting in her seat, turning to sit sideways. Josh’s attention turned briefly to her before going back to the road, “What now, Dra?”

“Nothing.” She smiled and leaned over, pecking him on the cheek before sitting back in her seat, still turned sideways.

“What was that for?” The small smile and subtle shift of his hand on the gear shift didn’t go unnoticed.

“No reason.” She singsonged, “Just drive, baby. I’m ready to get out of this car.”

Catching movement in his peripheral, Josh darted his eyes over to see her studying him, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. His eyes darted between Dra and the highway when he caught her lick her lips, a familiar look in her eyes. “Oh yeah? That how it is? I know that look, mama. You wanting to give me road head aintchu?”

“Nah, baby. This is payback for a few nights ago when you fell asleep and left me hanging.” Dra lifted her hand to her mouth, drawing two fingers between her lips and sucking before slipping them beneath her black cotton skirt.

“Dra, don’t fucking start.”

“Too late.” She hummed, as his eyes darted back to the highway before shifting back in time to see her fingers slip inside her glistening hole, panties pushed to the side.

“I know you fucking ain’t right now…” his voice trailed off hearing the whimper escape her mouth while she worked her fingers inside her, grinding her hips against her hand. “Nah, if you gon’ do it, do it fucking right and spread yo’ legs more. I know you can take more than two of those pretty fingers.” Taking the next exit, Josh pulled into a rest area, putting the car in park he turned in his seat. “Don’t stop now. You betta finish what you started, Dra. Don’t stop until you get yo nut. That’s what you wanted.”

Dra watched through heavy eyes as he leaned back against the window, arms crossed over his chest, watching her, tongue snaking out to wet his bottom lip, jaw clenching briefly as his nostrils flared, the unmistakable scent of sex filling the space.

“Baby,” she whined out, “feels so good.” The sloshing sound of her fingers picked up speed as her back arched away from the passenger side door. “Fuck…” Dra managed to stammer out between pants, “fuck, imma cum.” Her fingers slammed into her pussy over and over, the palm of her hand slapping off her clit, her own sticky juices covering herself and leaking on to the leather seat as she came, coating her fingers.

“You done? You good now?” Josh’s eyes bore in to hers as she sucked her fingers clean and hummed her satisfaction while he shifted the car back in to drive. “Done? Probably not. But good? Yeah, I’m good.”

Dra watched as he slammed the car back into park, biting her lip to hide her smile. “Probably not? What the fuck does that mean?”

She simply shrugged and started to turn back in her seat, “Once might not cut it for me tonight.”

“Get out.”

Her eyes jerked wide, “What? I was just playing, Josh.”

“I ain’t playing with yo ass no more. Get. Out.” Dra eased her door open and stepped out, knowing he wouldn’t leave her stranded but unsure what his plan was. She watched as he got out of the vehicle and came around to the passenger side, momentarily getting lost in the darkness outside before he reemerged in the headlights, stalking toward her, fists balled at his side. “How you want it?”

“Wha—” her words were cut off by his hand gripping her throat and pulling her close.

“I said, how do you want it?” Each word was emphasized by a soft brush of his lips against her neck.

“However you give it to me.” The words were barely out of her mouth as just a whisper when he spun her around, breasts, abdomen, and face pressed against the back passenger side window, her hands slapping against the door panel, grasping for anything to hold on to as he slammed in to her. “Gimme that leg.” With no hesitation, Dra lifted her right leg, giving Josh room to hook his forearm under her knee, opening her wider. His other hand wrapped in her hair, pinning her head to the window. “Still think those fingers felt good. Fuckin’ nuttin on my leather like you can’t wait.”

Dra smiled against the cool glass and jerked her ass back, meeting his thrusts, “Your ass ain’t good at waiting either…bout to bust in my pussy on the side of the road.”

“Keep running that mouth. You bout to be sitting with my nut leaking out of you for the rest of the ride.” Josh rocketed in to her again, thick cock filling her as they both came, riding out their own shockwaves. Dra ran her hand down the glass, smearing the smudge left from her face, sighing content when she felt Josh pull out of her and let go of the grip he had in her hair.

“You good now?” He asked again, this time his tone softer.

“Mmhmm. For now.” She added, laughing when he rolled his eyes and put the car back into drive.

#wwe #jey uso #jey uso x oc

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