#fuckin Regal

[blackhairedjjun]

just some rambly unedited thoughts about captain of the guard yeonjun x nobility reader (angsty but with a happy ending):

captain of the guard yeonjun who is assigned to take care of you, the child of wealthy nobles; your parents give you no freedom and only care about marrying you off to another wealthy family to preserve their pride

you resent him at first because you think he's trying to control you just like your parents, and he keep trying to talk to you and ask about your favorite things; you say nothing because you think he'll tattle on you but really he just wants you to feel more comfortable around him

you learn to trust him after you run away from yet another ball that your parents have forced you to attend, and yeonjun to your surprise doesn't report you to your parents or send you back. instead you sit with him on an outside bench and talk and laugh and it feels like the first time you get to breathe

yeonjun letting you open up to him more and more after that, and you doing so. he's considerate and sweet, he remembers all the little things about you, and sure he makes terrible puns but you laugh at them anyway. you tell him about your favorite books and all the places in the world you want to travel to and he wishes he could take you there

you feel safest when you're around him not because he's guarding you, but because you can be yourself around him. before you know it you've fallen in love with him

and all that comes crashing down when your parents arrange a marriage with a horrible, manipulative noble behind your back. that night you cry in your room and yeonjun, who is supposed to be outside guarding the house, overhears and rushes to hold you. you tell him everything and he swears that he'll do everything to stop your marriage

you kiss him that night and it's the first moment of bliss you've felt in a long time.

the two of you plan to elope behind your parents' back, all while they think you're going along with the marriage they set up. the night before your wedding you sneak out of the house and escape, taking nothing but a few things with you, and the whole time you're terrified that you'll be caught and sent back. and even though yeonjun tries to be brave for you, when you hold his hand you feel it trembling and you realize that he's just as scared as you

neither of you relax until you've crossed the border into a neighboring kingdom where you can start a new life in peace. and even though you don't have a luxurious noble life anymore, you're free and you're with the love of your life, just as you always wanted <3

and yes, you travel the world together, just as you dreamed

[fatcatlittlebox]

I will forever headcanon that Galadriel's sweet voice at the series introduction of TROP is her narrating to little Celebrian the story of her life. Maybe she came home one day crying from being teased about a rumor the other elf children had heard. Her mother sat her in her lap and explained that she was also teased for being different. Perhaps Celebrian confesses that sometimes she feels a great darkness pulling at her soul. Then, Galadriel starts the long tale with "Nothing is evil in the beginning..."

[hannahwdraws]

Just a couple of girls from The Free Marches

"I can't believe the girl I taught to weave flowers at the Arlathvhen grew up to be the 'fearsome' Inquisitor."

"I can't believe Varric didn't put two and two together sooner that we might have already known each other."

"Try not to blame him, you're so different from the girl I knew from back then."

"I'm still just a Dalish girl from The Marches"

[butmakeitgayblog]

That is the most expensive name to exist. But of course it’s CI Lexas cat i dont expect anything less

Alexandria Kathryn Griffin-Woods, daughter of Augustus Frederik Woods and heiress to the Woods development empire, has a reputation to uphold ok. Let's all just be glad she never wanted kids, poor things would've never been able to fit their entire goddamn legal names on a single sheet of paper 😭

[xoshepard]

was listening to an ace person's slideshow of "people i'd be dtf if i wasn't ace" and sam reid lestat was on there and i was like "well of course, he loves black people" (bc she is also black) and everyone was like "ummmm not based on his actions in the show" and i had to give my lecture on how yes he does love black people. he just also loves abuse and dv and such things. alas, they do not cancel each other out 😔

i also pointed out that sam reid plays the love interest in belle and then they all instantly got it SDFKJFGHSJK

[netripper]

actually now that i think ab it johnny wouldn’t get pissy over vic’s driving. he strikes me as a joyride kinda guy. i’m like 100% sure he grew up around a bunch of car rednecks with these crazy ass hotrods in the 90s, then hotrod culture died down, then he got to NC and lo and behold it’s fuckin flourishing

[camellcat]

was rewatching some drawing a ____! by tennelleflowers to help myself get inspired, so here's some more kitty!companions doodles

tbh idk if these two would get along but I like to think, once they had their sarah jane vs rose moment, they'd be just fine

[therandomvampire]

Yo thanks to @kitty-da-insane for this commission of my gal, Regal!

I didn’t expect that coat to look so smooth and comfy on her omg. Just imagine her lounging around in this

So everyone, meet Regal. She’s a skull cat fursona of mine partially inspired by Bastille the Butler. Enjoy her fanciness. >w<

[xandcv]

"Claramente es una queja, no desperdiciaría mis preguntas existenciales en un lugar como este." Y menos con alguien como él, piensa. "¿Te refieres a las bebidas de nombres ridículos? ¿Por qué querría un negroni? El licor solo es suficiente, la cerveza es suficiente." Ugh, la actitud contraria le ocasionaba un amargor en la boca. No sabía si era el tono en la voz o la actitud despreocupada que demostraba pero la mandíbula tensa de Xande era demostrativa de la poca paciencia que le estaba teniendo al rubio. "El viejo Astor debería pensar en testamentar en lugar de estos juegos mentales." Réplica por lo bajo. El frío (entre muchos factores) no le permitía detenerse a disfrutar la actividad. "Si te causa diversión ¿por qué tú no estás dentro de aquel lugar?"

“¿Es una pregunta existencial o es parte de tu verborrea mental que a nadie le importa? ” soltó, percibiendo a primera oportunidad su actitud. “ Se nota a kilómetros que alguien no tomó su cóctel de bienvenida, ¿O porque traes esa cara amargada? ” Se acercó petulante, tono rosando a lo burlón pero es que fue su actitud queriendo matar su buen humor lo que no iba permitir. “ El viejo Astor tiene mucho tiempo libre y ha pasado un tiempo desde que reunió a tanta gente en este lugar, sé bueno, es un poco senil ” añadió con una risita.

[burnedself]

[yerchokito]

nsfw! — not proofread :(

✧₊⁺ — I should probs make a masterlist…

ryomen sukuna is nothing short of a natural born heir, regal in all glory.

so of course he’s a royal being in the animal kingdom.

tigerhybrid!sukuna is big, unnervingly so. with hands two times that size of your head, biceps that could crush your skull without any effort, and a staggering height of nearly 8ft. what’s even more terrifying, is he has two sets of everything! two faces, two mouths with one on his stomach, four arms, but for some reason only two legs? atleast he’s got the cutest, fluffiest tail with cutesy wittle ears!

tigerhybrid!sukuna hates when you try to pet his ears. he’s proud of his tiger traits, of course he is, he loves everything about himself. he’s not wrong, he’s a majestic being, no wonder he’s had many servants before your care. but his personality… eh not the best.

tigerhybrid!sukuna is demanding actually rephrase, annoying. threatening you seems to be his favourite hobby, seeing as he spends most of his time doing it. >:/

tigerhybrid!sukuna enjoys treating you like his pet, even though your his owner (how? don’t ask). he pets you in the most random and… inappropriate places, a real hypocrite. hates when you attempt to pet him but loves rubbing you in your most sensitive spots.

tigerhybrid!sukuna is a major pervert. always sporting a hard-on that never seems to go down. you’ve already caught him relieving himself with your favourite pair of underwear, ruining the thin fabric with his sticky spend :((( he’s got a humping problem as well, be cautious when you bend over cause’ your prissy hybrid just can’t seem to keep to himself >:( maybe invest on getting the big guy neutered (would that even work?)

tigerhybrid!sukuna is mean, very mean. gets off on making you squirm, bites hard on purpose because of how inlove he is with the breathless noises you make when he does. his thirst for torture still shows as he slips thick fingers into your underwear, relentlessly rubbin’ and fuckin’!

tigerhybrid!sukuna loves eating, only thing that brings him joy. loves eating humans especially, the feeling of their flesh grinding between his teeth brings him close to heaven. sadly he can’t eat them anymore due to your scolding, the delicious meal between your legs is sweeter than any nectar. like a delicate flower, his delicate flower.

with him mouthing sloppily between your legs, you finally get to pet his twitching ears!

[edenspoem]

blehh thinking about making lunches for jackson!ellie before she goes on patrol :P fluff warning. faggot shit. ramble blurb.

being loser!jackson!ellie's obsessed-over crush (i mean, take a gander at her personal journal—duh!) means making the first move. and, without coincidence, you did: she's a terrible omitter, and her friends (being jesse, dina, and if you want to—count joel in; he was the one with the gall in his guts to approach you and regale wide tales of his taken-in daughter and about her little "problem", being her inability to find it within herself to "talk to the girl she likes" that happened to be “a, er, relative neighbur'.” but with all the gossip to account from dina, you figured it be yourself—the relative neighbor in question) are no help on her behalf.

shit, now she cracks her blinds open every morning to the ritual phenomenon (how she would describe it: with disengaged self-perception and a faux-disgruntled attitude, because she pretends she doesn't have it hot for you, therefore assumes a callous notion about whether she should be so eager.) that is you walking through joel's yard, up to her garage—plastic container in hand.

she was simmering when the door opened. “hey, ellie! brought you your favorite.” you were a breath of fresh wind; something out-bound this wood-penned cradle in the mountains. brought something in she couldn't stop smiling about. a real, genuine attitude, perhaps? her head cocks limp to a side, reaching for the container. “thanks, dude.” her head shakes once, and she glances for a moment; scorning herself for calling you "dude" instead of, well, something more endearing?

you cared not one bit.

she did; a retrace visible in her features. a glitch. “so, um—what trail were you assigned?” though, if ellie had slept proper the night before, she should've noticed that you weren't outfitted for patrol at all. “i'm off, thank fuck.” you countered, knocking on the nearest flight of wood. she carefully laughed herself to countless bits. “yeah, maria's got a soft spot for me, so she gives me all the assignments she fuckin' can,” and ended in a louder tune. clears her throat to thwart the arising tension pulling, pounding her heart. “what's my favorite?” she holds the almost-opaque container up and eyes it; even for her picky appetite, she has a multitude of safe dishes she can whip up and take to-go. also—she doesn't expect someone to mind that much attention to a person to remember their preferences so soon, and for someone you're not even—ah, you get it! “buttered noodles.” the plain color made sense, then. “cause i know you have the palette of a five year old.”

ellie's brows prick downwards at the inner-edge. “ouch,” she expresses in synthetic offense, reaching to close the door. “rude.” (but if we're being honest she'd pretend your words struck her like a stake in the heart just to drive you insane and thief a pampering out of you—if you were dating; she imagines all this bullshit instead of sleeping.)

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 stein

synopsis: while you're laughing at the stories told to you by some rando at the bar, zoro can't help but be affected by the green-eyed monster. nami and robin try to quell his worries... but things take a turn for the worst when the man puts his hands on you.

cw: lots of fluff, comfort, (justifiably) crazy boyfriend zoro, possessive zoro, needy zoro, he is once again down bad for reader, reader is super pretty.

a/n: if my man doesn't act like this I DON'T WANT HIM. link to the outfit I was envisioning if you want it x

As the man next to you donned a smug grin, the vein in Zoro's forehead bulged, his fingers tightening around the handle of his stein with a near bruising grip as you let out yet another silvery laugh, tickled by the "hilarious" story.

He was about two seconds away from breaking the bastard's face.

The swordsman's usual indifferent expression was swapped with one of severe annoyance, his chest burning with the violent urge to maim as you threw your head back with a small snort, your hands coming up to clutch your stomach.

He impatiently drummed his fingers against the table, brows endlessly furrowing downward at the scene in front of him.

He leaves for two goddamn seconds...

'...and suddenly everyone on this island's a fuckin' comedian.'

To say he was displeased would be a grave understatement.

He was downright pissed.

Only a few moments ago you both were yukking it up at the bar, drinking the place dry as you reminisced on the crew's most recent adventure, regaling each other with stories from your respective fights and showing off new scars acquired.

But he left for two fucking seconds to take a leak, and all of a sudden everyone decided to come out the woodwork, pulling up to your spot at the bar like vultures on the hunt.

Had he not rested his hand on your hip as you walked in?

Had he not toyed with the strings of your shirt as you talked?

Had he not kissed you on the cheek before he left for the fucking bathroom?

What part of his demonstration was unclear?

You were his girl.

His woman.

His partner-in-crime.

So why the fuck was he sitting on the sidelines while some no-name, smooth-talking bastard tried to put the moves on you?

"Because I'm not gonna let you go on some jealous rampage while everyone's trying to have a good time," Nami stated, simply, her thumb pointing toward Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, Franky, and Brook, who were dancing next to the jukebox. "We've been through enough this week... the last thing we need is a bar fight."

Zoro scoffed, rolling his eyes as he turned away from the woman, taking a rough swig of beer before his gaze instinctively drifted back to you, his expression almost akin to that of a neglected child.

Robin softly smiled, amused by his adorable display.

She never took the swordsman for the possessive type...

"Is there something about her interacting with another man that bothers you?" she asked, curious, as she rested her cheek in her palm. "Do you think she would oblige his advances?"

Nami gasped, offended on your behalf.

"Zoro! (y/n) would never!" she defended, turning to him sharply. "That girl never shuts up about you. In fact, you're probably what she's over there gabbing about."

The swordsman glanced back in your direction, watching as you happily talked away, the man resting his arm against the bartop and leaning into you.

He didn't even try to look like he was paying attention...

Zoro grit his teeth, brows furrowing.

"I don't think the bastard gives a damn..." he seethed, staring daggers at the man.

"You keep on glaring like that and you're gonna pop a blood vessel..."

Robin's calculated eye scanned over Zoro's expression once again, learning a new piece of information.

"So it's the man specifically that's causing all this worry," she mused.

"The man?" Nami cocked a brow, rolling her eyes when she realized the swordsman was now glaring even harder. "C'mon, Zoro, don't you trust (y/n)? You know she would never let anything happen—"

"I know she wouldn't," he stated, curtly, not taking his eyes away from the sleaze-ball. "It's him I don't trust."

Zoro watched as you paused your conversation, turning to ask the bartender for another drink, the man next to you taking the opportunity to let his gaze wander.

Slowly, his eyes trailed up your body, gliding over your smooth legs and your exposed torso to reach your chest, staring shamelessly at your tits.

They sat perfectly in the tight, tiny soccer crop-top Nami loaned you, the flesh of your legs accentuated by the equally small shorts, as well as your matching, chunky boots.

His thoughts were loud, Zoro reading his mind just off the expression on his face.

Crrkt!

The swordsman didn't like it one bit.

"Zoro!" Nami exclaimed, eyes wide as she looked at him, incredulously. "We're gonna have to pay for that!"

The swordsman looked down at his hand to see that in his silent anger, not only had he broken the handle off his stein, but he'd snapped the handle in half.

"Nami-swan! Robin-dear! How are my lovely ladies doing?!" Sanji twirled his way over, donning a large smile and a lovesick look.

Though, all that changed once he got a look at Zoro.

"Huh? What crawled up your ass, mosshead?"

Robin smiled, "A man at the bar seems to have taken a liking to (y/n)."

Curious, the cook turned to the scene, brows immediately furrowing at the man's body language, and heart aching for your innocent, engaged expression.

"What the—?" he spat, almost disbelieving of the man's audacity. "Is he fuckin' serious?"

Nami's brows raised with confusion, and she took a look at the man again, but found nothing off about him.

"I don't get it," she stated, shrugging her shoulders. "He looks perfectly nice to me."

"You don't know men," Zoro and Sanji answered in perfect unison, voices dripping with venom.

Just then, your tone raised, expression sharpening into a glare as you stared the man down.

Everyone's attention snapped to you, Zoro shooting up from his seat almost immediately.

"Hold on there, tiger," Sanji rested a hand on his shoulder, taking a drag of his cigarette. "(y/n) can handle herself."

Abruptly, you stood from your seat, the man across from you seeming to become irritated by the words coming out of your mouth, meeting you with just as much aggression.

It looked like you both were arguing.

"What happened?" Nami asked, concerned. "They were talking just fine a moment ago."

"This doesn't look good," Robin stated, seriously.

"You watch your mouth when you're talking about my captain, you bastard! You don't know shit!" you barked, calling the attention of everyone in the bar.

"Captain?! You're a fuckin' pirate?!" he exclaimed, surprised.

"Of course," Nami dropped her head on the table, letting out a small groan.

"Yeah, I'm a pirate! And you're a bad-breath havin' ass piece of bounty hunter shit! What gives you the right to talk like that about others when you look the way you do?!"

The entire bar burst into uproarious laughter at your retort, going wild as the man looked around with shame, their cackles punctuating the embarrassing scene.

The boys in the corner were completely floored, Luffy practically rolling around on the ground.

Nami, Robin, and Sanji couldn't help but let out a few of their own snickers, muffling it by covering theirs mouths or taking a sip of their drinks.

Zoro was practically beaming with pride, a cocky smirk stretching across his lips as an angry expression began to grow on the man's face

'Atta girl.'

But, suddenly, all of that changed once a biker from behind you stood up.

In a flash, he looped his arms under your armpits, holding you in place as the man launched forward and sucker punched you in the face.

The entire Strawhat crew was moving before he could even pull his fist away.

Now... Zoro played about a lot of things.

His life—daily.

His money—on the regular.

His liver—every damn day of the week.

But there were three crucial things he did not play about.

His crew.

His captain.

And, secretly at the top...

You.

So it was safe to say that he went absolutely fucking berserk the moment that man put his hands on you.

And, to save you all the gory details—which, believe me, they are gory—I'll leave the scene at this...

Luffy, Sanji, Usopp, Franky, Chopper, and Brook had to actually, physically pry Zoro off of the man to keep the swordsman from murdering him with his bare hands.

Back on the Sunny, Zoro sat on a bed in the infirmary, quietly watching as you rummaged around for some bandages for his raw knuckles.

The rest of the crew was still on the island, assisting Chopper as he cleaned up the bio-hazard your swordsman left behind on the bar floor.

According to the doctor's prognosis, it would be a miracle if the bounty hunter was ever able to eat solid food again.

Grabbing the first aid kit out the cabinet, you walked back over to your boyfriend, the man shifting in his seat to open up his lap for you, which you instantly obliged.

Settling on top of him, you wrapped your legs around his waist, using his shoulders to steady yourself before you got to work.

"Are you alright?" he asked with a slight rumble as you carefully took his left hand in yours, using a rag and a nearby bowl of water to wash off the foreign blood.

His eyes were trained on the dark bruise that sat right on your cheekbone, the memory of the man punching you in the face already rekindling the flames of anger burning in his chest.

He got off too easy...

"I am... thanks to you," you noticed, attempting to quell his rising fury. "Swoopin' in to my rescue like a knight. I felt like a real princess, y'know?"

He let out a small chuckle at your joke, his free hand coming up to rest on your hip.

Though, he was still concerned, the faint smile on his lips staying there for only a moment before it was gone, as if it was never there.

"And to answer your question, it hurt about as much as a punch could," you answered, already able to see the question forming in his mind. "He wasn't incredibly strong, so the most it did was wake me up a little."

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes at the memory.

"And it's a good thing it did because I was two seconds away from throwing myself out the window if I had to talk to him any longer."

Zoro suddenly raised a brow, confused.

"I thought you two were getting along?" he asked as you dipped the bloody rag in a bowl of water. "You seemed eager to talk to him."

"Fuck no," you scoffed, incredulously. "It was the complete opposite. Talking to him was like watching paint dry; but, I had to put on a good show if I wanted him and his bounty hunter gang to pay for a couple of our rounds. "

Twisting the rag, you rang out the dirty water, moving on to clean his right hand.

"He wouldn't shut up about himself, and he wouldn't stop giving me weird looks when he thought I wasn't paying attention."

"So what set you off?" Zoro asked, intrigued. "What did he say?"

Your brows furrowed, your mouth biting back a curse word or two as you recalled.

"He saw Luffy's wanted poster behind the bar, and with the alcohol loosening him up a bit, he got to talking," you explained, pissed all over again. "He said the world would've been better off if Luffy had died at Marineford, right next to his weak-ass, bastard brother."

Zoro's eye widened, your reaction now perfectly understandable.

He would've done the same, if not worse.

Finishing up with the rag, you tossed it in the sink, moving to wrap his hands with the bandages.

"But it looks like he won't be speaking for a while now," you lightly joked. "So I'll suck it up and let it go."

Pausing for a moment, you hand rose to cup his cheek, the man leaning into your touch as you rested your forehead against his, placing a soft peck on his nose.

"But thank you," you smiled, looking into his eyes lovingly. "You were a real hero today, despite what the others may say."

Allowing himself to finally relax, his shoulders sank, and he leaned further into you, content with having you in his arms.

His silence spoke volumes, and you couldn't help the lovesick grin that managed to find it's way to your face.

God, you loved this man.

And, even though others may find you crazy for it, you couldn't help but be incredibly aroused as you recalled the way Zoro sprang into action, beating your attacker to a bloody pulp without hesitation.

"Y'know..." you started, cheekily, the man raising a brow at your sudden change in expression. "You're hot when you're jealous."

The comment took him by surprise, but as he checked your darkened eyes for confirmation, he could tell you were one-hundred percent serious.

"Oh, am I, now?" he smirked, teasingly, shifting his grip on your waist to flip you both over and pin you to the bed.

You let out a happy squeal as he pressed his lips against yours, your body melting into him instantly.

As you relished the feeling of his strong hands gliding across your skin—the same hands that nearly beat a man to death only moments earlier—you couldn't help the warm flutter reverberating through your stomach.

You kissed him back with just as much fervor, if not more, allowing him to use his position to get the angle on you and deepen the kiss.

Zoro had made it abundantly clear that you were the last person in the world to mess with, and as rumors of what happened on the island spread like wildfire, one fact became as certain as stone...

If you like your life... don't flirt with (p/n) (y/n).

[bunny-jpeg]

bark, bark, bark

hybrid!john "soap" mactavish

cw: hybrid!au, smut/pwp, heat/rut, breeding, pregnancy, enemies-to-lovers, dog!reader, dog!john, owner!simon, doggy style filth

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"well, aren't ya just a dream." john said as he sat at the kitchen table. his tail swayed from side to side as he looked at you.

you were standing close to your new owner, simon riley. you had a pretty pink collar on and your ears were flat against your head. your arms were crossed and you looked annoyed.

john or 'soap' as simon called him, was a dog. as were you. while your breed was defined and regal. you were certain that simon found john behind a dumpster of a fish n' chips place. but you'd have to get along with your fellow hybrid if you didn't want to end up being re-homed.

john just thought you were perfect, but in as sneering kind of way. almost mocking as he pulled at your floppy ears and your hair. he even got you by the collar once and brought you to the tiled floor of the farmhouse the three of you lived in.

you'd often yip and growl at one another in the living room as you fought over the remote. which often left you both scolded by your owner. if you were on your knees one last time in front of simon while the larger man wagged a finger at you, you were going to put the mutt's throat between your teeth and clamp down.

but then it happened. something you had dreaded, you thought at least simon would've gotten you some birth control shots before you heat took over. you felt some embarrassed, like a fucking idiot because you were leaking all over the bed you slept in.

hybrids slept in beds like any other human, but while simon kept his minimal. yours was covered in all manners of pillows and stuffed animals. which gave you ample room to find something to put between your legs. you covered your mouth with your head as you got on your knees with the pillow between your legs.

you rutted against it, hoping that the fabric would catch your clit through your shorts. you whimpered a little but tightened your hand across your mouth. you hoped that john didn't catch the smell of your heat. the last thing you wanted was for that stupid dog to be smelling your pussy like the animal he was.

"fuck." you muttered to yourself as you found you couldn't get enough friction from the pillow. you peeled of your shorts with the crotch of your panties soaked, and put your legs on either side of the pillow once more and rutted against the edge.

you squeaked a little and panted around your hand as you rolled your hips. heat raced through your body and electricity was shot through your clit from the sensation of the pillow against it. you could only imagine the stain that would be left on the pillow by the time you were done.

your toes curled as you continued to move, you were getting lost in your head as you moved across the fabric. you let out the smalles tnoises and couldn't even stop to hear if you could hear anyone outside your door.

it was why you didn't hear the stealthy john come into your room, or creep towards you in the dark. his nose was in the air as the alluring scent of fertile hybrid filled his brain. you didn't even know he was so close until he pounced onto the bed and shoved you into the mountain of soft objects.

you yelped and tried to kick your legs out in defense, but he kept you pinned rather tightly to the bed. his nose was in your neck as he took a healthy inhale. he groaned and you felt his cock twitch against your bare ass.

you knew your pussy was getting the front of his shorts soaked.

"what do we have here?" he asked, already a little drunk from the scent, "is my girl fuckin' her pillows? bein' bad." he growled against your neck as he pushed you further into the bed, causing your hips to raise higher.

"john!" you yelped.

"that's it, doll. my precious girl. i know i tease ya, but this is worse than anything i've ever done." he said with a dark edge to his tone, "ruttin' in your bed all alone. with your mate."

you melted at the word, you hated him but the lust was clotting your brain from coherent thought. all you could feel about was the heat against you. the larger hybrid up against you.

"please, john." you whimpered, "you can't breed me. get simon."

he kissed at your neck, his fangs nipped against the back of it, he continued to rub up against you, "i don't think so, doll. i think you need me more than you need simon." his voice was low, "you need some cock." he chuckled, "my cock."

you whimpered, "please."

"don't worry, i promise i was a easy pup to rear." he chuckled lowly, "you, me and baby, quite the trio. maybe if we're lucky, we'll have two boys."

you whimpered, in your state the thought sounded alluring. you couldn't imagine alife without john in that moment. even though he bullied you, you couldn't imagine him NOT fucking you in that moment.

"ya like that don't ya, girlie. you like the idea of you being all pregnant with my pups. you'd be a lovely girl like that." he chuckled as he pulled down his shorts under his cock, freeing it.

his cock was impressive, it was large with heavy balls that showed that he'd be a good breeder. he was impressed with it and hoped it would fit in your tight virgin hole.

"here it comes, love." he said, "now be good for me, i want to feel every inch in ya." he chuckled as he guided his cock into your sweet hole, effectively ruining your virginity. he sank into it slowly and felt the air leave his chest.

"ah!" you whimpered as you buried your head further into the stuffed animals on your bed. you exhaled deeply to keep yourself relaxed so you didn't hurt yourself. but his cock was already deep in you.

"holy shit. i wished you went into heat sooner." he growled, "you feel amazin', doll. i could fuck ya forever, give ya a whole bunch of litters to take care of." he chuckled as he puffed his chest out with pride. his cock was a tight fit in you, but it felt so good. you were so wet that he slid in easily, there was no struggle to fuck his little wife.

wife, that was a term he would ever think that he'd call you. but what else would you be? a slut? his fuck hole?" the thought made him chuckle as he started to thrust in and out of you.

your eyes rolled back, his cock soothed the fire in your belly. it was what the primal part of your brain needed. you needed cock, specically HIS cock. it was the only thing that you'd allow in you. you didn't NEED simon, you just needed john to fuck the discomfort away!

easy as that, and john was happily able to do that for you. he would make you feel nice and good. he held you down by your head and you felt hot all over as he thrusted up into you. he growled and tried not to make too much noise to alert his owned.

your breathing was shaky as you clutched onto a pillow under your head. you panted heavily as you felt hot all over. this heat was almost painful and it ran like a current in your body. you felt skittish but drowning in the depths of pleasure.

"ah! please! ah!" you panted, "john, please."

"i got ya, lass." he chuckled, "don't worry. i'll make it all better. don't worry about anything." he continued to thrust in and out of you. he felt hot all over too. his head was clouded with the scent of your want for him.

his heart raced as he felt his t-shirt cling to his chest as he continued to move. you tried to meet his pace but your brain was so empty that you could barely keep up. you had never felt this full before. you whimpered so pathetically, john just knew that he would have to take care of you. after all that was what a husband did.

your lover, your husband, the father to your many, many pups. that was a title he could be proud of. it only fueled him to bury his cock deeper inside of you. the bed squeaked and john breathed heavily through his nose as his hips slapped against your ass.

"pretty thing." he purred, "bein' such a bitch all this time. but i knew better, i knew you wanted me." he chuckled a little, proud of himself that he got to bed the little birdie that has been in his home the past couple of months.

"john." you said lazily, "it feels so good." you panted wildly. you felt like there was a flat line in your head, everything kind of rolled off your tongue without thinking much of it. ypur cutn was soaked, you could feel the wetness all the way down to the back fo your thighs.

"so good." he said, "simon is gonna know how good you were for me. once you're all swollen with my puppies. keep ya nice and fat with litter after litter. i'll make sure nothin' happens to them, our little family." he panted wildly like the dog he was. he threw his head back as his hips bounced against you. his cock pushed in and out of your aching hole.

he would douse the fire in your soul, he'll simmer you down. but in exchange you'll get morning sickness and in nine months squirming hybrids in your arms. you moaned at the thought, you knew you were close to your climax.

"mine. got it?" he said, less like a question and more like a statement as he pulled your head away from the pillows. you gasped for air after being in the heat of the pillows.

you moaned loudly as you felt yourself climax around his cock. further making a mess. he growled in happiness as he gave one last thrust of his hips and he finished inside of you.

the noise must've woken up simon. because when he went into your room, he found you going at it once more. he sighed and made a note to get you some plan b in the morning. he didn't need more puppies roaming the halls of the farmhouse.

he also reminded himself to get you some birth control shots to make sure this didn't happen again.

-

simon's plan failed. it failed pretty badly. because by the time he got the birth control. it was too late, you were pregnant with john's baby. simon was thankful that it was just ONE.

at least you two got along...

"goodamnit, soap!" you shrieked.

there was a commotion in the kitchen. simon sighed and got up from his seat. he saw one very pregnant hybrid and the one who got her pregnant in the kitchen. you two were snapping jaws at one another.

"i wish you'd go back to fuckin'." he grumbled.

[tateypots]

Sunrise

18+ MDNI

Summary: You love the sunrise, but it’s even better with Joel.

A/N: The wonderful @baronessvonglitter made me this beautiful moodboard as part of her 1000 follower milestone celebration and it’s so beautiful it finally gave me the kick I needed to write this little thing that has been sitting in my idea folder forever. So here’s some soft Joel just because.

I wrote this on my phone (and deleted it once by mistake 🤦🏻‍♀️) so there’s probably loads of mistakes!

Warnings: smut, soft Joel, established relationship, unprotected piv, lots of praise.

Sunrise had always been your favourite time of day. A natural early riser, you loved to watch the inky hues of night surrender to the golden yellows and oranges of the dawn as light filtered across the sky. You loved the way the quiet stillness is broken by gentle birdsong, soft and lilting before the bustle of daily life takes over. Another day broken, fresh and full of possibilities.

And ever since you’d met Joel Miller, you’d loved the sunrise even more.

You loved him more than you’d ever thought possible. He was firm and steady, strong but also playful and gentle. You loved his quiet dedication, to his work, his family, to you. He worked ceaselessly to ensure you were all taken care of, and you worked just as hard to make sure he was as well.

Mornings were spent in a rush of preparing breakfasts and lunches, making sure Sarah was washed and dressed, bag packed for school or soccer practice. Quick kisses and I love yous exchanged before rushing out the door. Days spent working or running errands before reuniting for family dinners and movie nights often interrupted by calls about his latest work project.

Even at night Joel was never off duty, often awoken by the patter of small feet, a little voice crying over a nightmare, needing cuddles from her dad to make the fear recede. At other times woken by a phone call, Tommy needing rescuing from whatever risky situation he’d found himself in, or on the really bad nights, bailing out of jail.

But at sunrise, he was just yours. No one’s boss, no one’s brother, no one’s dad. For that brief window you didn’t have to share him and you cherished it.

You got to see him peacefully sleeping as the golden light crept over his prone body, illuminating him in a glow that seemed to emanate from within. You got to take in his features, the beautiful face that you loved so dearly, his brow smoothed, the furrowed lines of his frequent frowns and scowls mere ghosts of themselves. The beautiful lines by the sides of his eyes that crinkled whenever he smiled. His strong aquiline nose that gave him a wise, regal bearing. The plush lips that were soft and plump and felt like heaven against your body. His strong neck, that one freckle you love to kiss and the vein you loved to nuzzle against and feel his pulse, strong and steadying. His strong arms and chest, sculpted by years of hard labour. You’d never wake him, knowing how precious his sleep was.

Yes, you loved to watch him, peaceful and content. The only thing you loved more were the days he awoke himself, pulling you into him with a sleepy groan and a rumbling ‘morning’ beautiful.” When he’d slot those beautiful lips against yours and kiss you like he’d never get another chance. When he’d roll you onto your back and kiss his way down your body, divesting you of clothes and spreading your legs as he went. When he’d rest his head against your thigh for a moment and admire your core like it was a renaissance painting, eyes full of wonder, “prettiest fuckin’ pussy I ever saw, gets prettier every fuckin’ day,” before diving in with his tongue, lapping at you in broad strokes until your hips bucked and you stifled your moans with a pillow. When he’d tease your clit, circling with the tip of his tongue, not enough pressure to get you where you so desperately needed, enjoying the keening and whines you let escape, knowing full well how to get you to abandon your pride and have you begging for him.

“Please Joel - oh fuck! Please!”

“Hmmm, what was that darlin’, I couldn’t quite hear?”

“Joel! Fuck, please baby, I need more, please!!”

“Oh there she is, my good girl asking for what she wants,” he’d respond before sucking your clit hard and laving his tongue over it perfectly, slipping one finger, then another inside you, the pressure of them entering you along with his sucking of your clit enough to launch you into orbit and have you clenching and spilling around his fingers.

You loved the way he’d push down his boxers, the sight of him rock hard and leaking, just for you. You loved the way he’d crawl back up your body and settle between your thighs. The way he’d capture your lips in another desperate kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he slipped his throbbing cock into the welcoming heat of your body. You loved the way he’d moan into your ear as he sank further and further inside you, savouring every second.

You loved the slow drag of his cock in and out as he languidly fucked you, eyes never leaving yours, enjoying the way the world fell away when he had you like this, like you were the only 2 people in the world.

“That’s it baby, just like that. Gona take my time with you, gona fuck you nice and slow, just like you deserve.”

You loved the deep rumble of his voice in your ear, the way the vibrations made your whole body tingle with delight and he loved the sweet, soft moans you gave him with every plunge of his cock.

“My perfect girl, makin’ such pretty noises for me. Take my cock like a fuckin’ dream baby, like you were made just for me.”

You relish it. These times where he takes you slowly, passionately, no reason to rush. Not a panicked railing, chasing your highs quickly whenever you have a minute to yourselves before someone needs him. Not that you didn’t love that too. The thrill of knowing you could be interrupted at any time. The way his hips batter into yours, the strength of him blowing your mind every damn time. The desperate edge to his voice as he tells you he needs you to come for him, that he needs to feel it.

But like this it feels special. He makes you feel special. The way he moves you can feel every ridge and vein as he fills you up, it feels as though he’s igniting every single nerve of your pussy, the slow build up to something absolutely devastating.

And he never falters, his hips keep pumping in their slow steady rhythm, his stamina almost otherworldly as he soaks in the vision of you, spread open in ecstasy beneath him. It’s a vision that will burn itself onto his retinas until the next time he has you like this. Tucked away and treasured in his mind every time he closes his eyes.

“That’s it baby, doin’ so good for me.”

He loved the way you whine and cling to him, completely lost to the pleasure, to him. The way you look at him as though he is your everything, your whole world. Loved the way you pull him down to you, pushing your lips against his, messy, uncoordinated, desperate as your pussy pulses and drools on him.

“Can feel it comin’ baby, feel it buildin’. Gona be a big one, I can tell.”

And he’d be right. He’d make sure it was a big one. Big enough to have the memory last until the next time, make sure you feel how much he loves you.

And when he dropped his hand between you to rub those perfect circles on your clit, perfected in moments just like this it’s a foregone conclusion. He’d clamp a hand over your mouth to quiet the moans you’d no longer have control of as your body reaches the cataclysmic peak. It’s his favourite thing, the way you clench down on him, the way you shake underneath him, the way your arms wrap even tighter around him, the feel of your scream of pleasure being soaked up by his palm.

And still his hips would pump in that maddening slow rhythm, prolonging your high as long as he can, until you suck in a huge breath and he sees the clouds part from your eyes as you come back to yourself. Only then would he pick up his pace, chasing his own high now that he’d taken care of you. Putting you first, just like he wishes he always could.

His groans are like music to your ears, this is for him. Just for him and you loved the sounds of him losing himself in you.

You’d plant kisses on the side of his face you have access to.

“So good baby, always make me feel so good, always take care of me, I love you so much Joel.”

He’d groan extra loud for you at that and it has your pussy clenching again. You know just how to get him. Hearing you acknowledge how much you appreciate all he does, how much you love him, it’s his Achilles heel. You’d revel in it as his thrusts get erratic.

“Give it to me baby, I need your cum. Please baby, please!”

And he’d be done for. He’d give you anything you asked for. You’d feel it deep inside as his hips finally still. That delicious pulsing heat spreading throughout your core and it pushes you over once more, a smaller, quieter high but no less special.

You loved the way he’d slump on top of you. His energy spent. You loved the quiet moments where you’d just hold each other, no words needed. Peaceful in the golden glow of the morning.

Yes you loved the sunrise. But sunrises with Joel Miller hit different.

Tagging a few people who might be interested, no pressure to read, let me know if you want to be removed. @baronessvonglitter @magpiepills @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @itwasntimethatdidit40 @lilac-boo @evolnoomym @lamartell @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal @axshadows

[lovemebutleavemewild]

Rugby player Soap gets so pent up after a match. And, after they win, the whole team is expected in the pub, no exceptions.

Johnny finally finds you at the bar where you're trying to order a drink. Kisses you immediately while shepherding you into a corner or alcove so he can grope you unashamedly.

I mean, hands on your ass through your jeans, rubbing up and under your jersey (a copy of his with his name on the back, of course), hand roaming over your hip, stomach and further up, all the time with a thigh shoves between your legs.

When he cups your boob under your shirt, you pull away, gasping and push at his shoulders.

"Johnny, stop, people will see," you hiss.

He just grins and acquiesces, keeping a hand on your lower back as you get drinks and go back to the table. When he sees there's a shortage of chairs, he pulls you down on his lap.

Pretty much behaves himself for the first while, regaling his teammates with stories from the match, reliving the highlights.

But as the night goes on and he gets drunker, he starts whispering, not so quietly, in your ear.

"Look so fit in my shirt, hen. Can't fuckin' wait to get ya home, get ya on your knees for me."

You squirm and he groans.

"Keep movin' like that and we're not gonna get home."

Actually cups his hand over your pussy through your jeans in the middle of the pub.

You slap his hand away and glare at him, scandalised.

And you're partly annoyed because this shouldn't turn you on this much; annoyed at yourself for being wet through your jeans.

Johnny just laughs, pulling you back against his chest with one hand and grabbing his pint with the other. Leans into your ear, hand a little lower than it was a second ago, but not much, resting on your upper thigh.

"Dunno why you're acting so shy, love. Everybody here knows what I'm gonna do to ya later."

(If anyone wants a pt 2 of what happens in the taxi home orrrr what happens when reader meets Johnny's rugby captain, Ghost, lmk 👀)