#juicy fox lips

[will41n]

effo sketch

[delicatefestcloud]

fanartists i am in awe of ur talents and appreciate every second you spend on the masterpieces you bless us with but ... why in some post-movie fanarts henry still got slits for lips? wasted opportunity i think to give him the fattest juiciest pinkest bratz doll lips

[holybibly]

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 | 𝔜𝔲𝔫𝔥𝔬 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

♡ Pairing: Boyfriend Yunho х reader ♡ Summary: You can't blame Yunho for not being able to keep his hands to himself—it's your fault that you're so irresistible that he's madly in love with you. Or you don't like to get up so early in the morning, but Yunho has a great way of changing that. ♡ Genre / Au / Trope: Smut, non-idol!AU, established relationships ♡ Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ Word count: 2.8k ♡ Warnings: Pervert boyfriend! Yunho, sub!reader, consensual somnophilia, masturbation, free use, unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play, pet names, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, pussy slapping, and more.

♡ net: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity @newworldnet ♡ A|N: For bunnies who, like me, hate waking up early.

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When Yunho wakes up, it's just beginning to light up outside the window. He lets out a heavy sigh as he leans back onto the soft, fluffy pillows and covers his eyes sensitive from sleep with his hand. His teeth bite his lower lip to keep from moaning as his straining cock twitch under the silk of his pyjamas from movements he makes. Damn, it's too early for that shit, but here he is with his cock hard as a rock, all sweaty and thirsty, and all because of a dream, albeit a damn nice dream, he has to say. 

Yunho's gaze rests on the white ceiling of your shared bedroom, the sunlight now casting golden pink shimmering pools across it. He tries to recall the details of the dream, which excited him so early in the morning and made his cock noticeably tense. He could swear that at the beginning it was all innocent, until little by little your nice date with him turned into a completely dirty and disgusting scene where he was fucking you in a public toilet. Yunho bent you over, your big, juicy tits sticking out of your dress neckline, jiggling with each powerful thrust, and he put his long, ringed fingers in your mouth to muffle your loud, sweet whimpering as he filled your tiny, tight cunt with his cock like his life depended on it. 

Pictures of you wriggling in his arms, your thick thighs trembling as you came on his cock, coating it with your cream, and how his viscous, milky cum lavishly gushing from your used, reddened hole, which still continued to tremble even after he was completely out of you, flash before his mind's eye again. 

His Adam's apple twitches as he swallows noisily, and Yunho can feel his silk pyjama trousers getting more uncomfortably wet by the second from how profusely his cock is leaking. It's your fault;rom it's all that damn attraction of yours and those big shining eyes begging 'fuck me' even if it's only a dream. How can he resist such temptation? 

He sighs again and slips his thumbs under the elastic of his trousers to pull them down his thighs, wanting to solve his 'problem' by himself as soon as possible, knowing that you don't like to be woken up so early.

'So bloody early...' He curses quietly, his eyes sliding to the electronic clock on your bedside table. 'Five in the morning.'

Yunho slowly lowers his trousers until the thick, swollen head of his cock is visible over the silky fabric before he pulls his heavy, throbbing cock fully out. The cool bedroom air lightly kisses the hot length painfully, making him hiss. Yunho licks his lips before sinking his teeth into his lower lip as he runs his manicured fingernails lightly up the length of his cock. That's what you always do to him before your tongue presses against the velvety skin of his cock and licks it lazily a few times before you close your lips over the wet, flushed head and... Damn, he should stop his fantasies right now before his self-control collapses like a house of cards and he climbs on top of you to fuck you good in the mattress. 

He doesn't want to wake you, especially as he knows you've had problems getting to sleep lately, but he finds it so hard to hold back his groans as he cups his cock in his hand and runs it up and down a few times from the base to the head. His balls are straining with sperm he wants to pour into your pretty pussy or lovely mouth. He imagines that your palm is caressing his dick or taking it down your throat and swallowing so deeply you put your face against his pubic and start choking. Oh shit, he really must stop. 

Yunho sits up on the bed with his back against the headboard, his legs bent at the knees and spread as wide as he can so as not to disturb you. He lazily jacks himself off, his eyes gliding over your sleeping form, taking in every curve and glimpse of bare skin. 

His tongue keeps flicking over his lips, as if Yunho can taste your pussy, which he has licked deliciously in his dreams. He's always enjoyed eating you; it loosens up his compulsive oral fixation, and lately he's become addicted to lazily licking you to ease the gnawing feeling of dissatisfaction inside him when his mouth is empty. 

The image of him languidly sucking on your clit, occasionally rubbing his tongue over your folds, makes him pump his cock faster. His other hand slides between his thighs and encircles his balls, massaging them in his palm, which only increases his pleasure. Suddenly his gaze falls on your small mouth; he can see the tip of your soft tongue between your wet lips. Fuck, you look so vulnerable, so tender, absolutely fuckable, and this only excites him more. 

Although Yunho has to say that he's generally turned on by absolutely everything you do, even if it's something mundane or completely innocent. Maybe he's just a total pervert; who knows? 

To be honest, he still doesn't understand how he managed to make you his in the first place, but it doesn't matter; you're here now, living in his apartment, sleeping in his bed, fucking him every night, and more. 

Sometimes he can't control himself at all; you make him feel so good just by being in his life; you're like a drug he can't get enough of—all those dreams, all those thoughts, all those sweet smiles and wet, glistening looks, and of course that special look on your face he always sees when you cum for him—Yunho is crazy in love with you; sue him for it. 

Every time Yunho promises himself that he is going to do the right thing—he is going to treat you like a real princess, he is going to kiss the ground you walk on, he is going to be gentle, he is going to be affectionate—he can do it. Yunho is determined to make love with you for hours because he is a fantastic lover and he is so tough. You can ride him like a stallion, he can fuck you holding you in his arms or pressing you against the wall; every position is possible with him, and of course he will let you take the control, but... but it ends the same way it always does: he grabs your thighs roughly with his big and strong hands, digging his fingers into the soft flesh until it bruises and haemorrhages, and he fucks you roughly and deeply like an animal. 

Sometimes he's so ashamed of it, but it's you; it's all because of you; it's you who do all these things to him—you're the source of his insatiable lust. 

But now it was a completely different case. How is he supposed to deal with it when he's so damn horny and you're consciously not available to him now? 

Of course, it was always present in your conversations; you dropped hints here and there that 'he can have you anytime he wants', but Yunho still felt a little guilty. Hell, he seemed like a horny teenager with raging hormones who didn't know how to deal with his own arousal, but it wasn't enough to stop his free hand from squeezing your breasts and massaging them through your thin nightgown. 

It was such a pretty thing—sheer, thin, short, trimmed with ruffles and lace—just the way he liked it; you looked absolutely angelic in it, but at the same time utterly slutty, the contrast Yunho liked most about you. 

Your sleepy face frowns slightly at the sudden stimulation, your nipples hardening under his touch. He unconsciously licks his lips as he sees the candy pink flesh swell as his fingers circle your nipples through the translucent fabric, his obsessive oral fixation not helping him at all with the urge to take them in his mouth and suck them until you come, and he knows you can definitely do it since Yunho has done it to you before. Once he dedicated a whole evening to sucking, licking, and biting your nipples until you squirted for him, and damn, it was so hot. The memory makes his cock twitch in his hand, new drops of pre-cum leaking from its head, running down its thick, wiry length, coating it in a glistening layer of moisture. 

'Fuck.' Yunho moans, strangled. He's so close, so damn close, but his orgasm still doesn't come, keeping him on the edge of overwhelming pleasure. His cock aches from how rough and hard he's fucking his fist and how eager he is to get his sweet release. But all his efforts are in vain; they only irritate him more and make his cock throb with tension; he needs you and only you to make him cum. 

He throws his head back, rolling his eyes as he runs the pad of his thumb over the head of his cock, and imagine that he's rubbing it against your princess-pussy instead, smearing his pre-cum all over your clit and making you shiver and squirm. Shit...

With a disappointed sigh, he stops touching himself and rolls over onto his side so that he's facing you. Indecisively, his hand hangs in the air before he places his big palm on your pussy. He can feel how warm and wet it is through the see-through panty, which he thinks is completely useless, but you like to look aesthetically pleasing, and who is he to argue with his princess? You squirm at his touch, unconsciously spreading your legs wider for him, and Yunho takes advantage of this to push the wet net aside and slide his fingers along your slit. 

"Mmm, baby, you're obviously dreaming about something nice." He whispers into your cheek, showering it with light, airy kisses as his fingers circle your clit, spreading your juices all over it. You're already so wet for him. His fingers caress you persistently, tracing his name on your clit, feeling it swell under his touch. His kisses travel down your neck to your bare shoulders and deep cleavage. Yunho is trying not to bite your skin; he doesn't want you to wake up in pain, especially as the marks of his past bites still haven't completely disappeared. God, how you moaned when he sank his teeth into you as he stretched you out on his fingers. The memory is still too vivid in his mind.

Eventually the stimulation becomes too overwhelming for you to stay asleep and your eyes flutter open. For a second, you panic at the feel of a cold, calloused finger rubbing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, but Yunho's husky voice instantly calms you.

"Shh, princess, it's only me." He kisses your lips gently, and you moan into his mouth as his fingers pinch your clit. "I couldn't cum without you, so I thought I'd play with that angel pussy; you don't mind me waking you up like this, do you, baby?" He continues to kiss your face as he circles your clit before slapping it lightly with the palm of his hand. You jerk at the sharp sensation, excitement tingling on your skin, and you feel your hole tighten around nothing. It's not the kind of awakening you've been dreaming of, but you don't mind, especially when Yunho's long, skilled fingers are giving you such pleasure. 

You couldn't stop squirming; it felt too good as he continued to rub his fingers over your delicate folds, occasionally tracing the edge of your hole and dipping his fingertips inside to collect your juices. Your hips rose in time with the movements of his hand, and you came closer and closer to orgasm when suddenly he pulled his hand away from your pussy and brought his wet fingers to your lips. 

"Lick it for me, princess." And you do as you're told. Your tongue sticks out of your mouth, wraps around the long appendages glistening with your slime, and licks them clean. All the while, as you suck and lick Yunho's fingers, you stare into his eyes, knowing that this is what drives him crazy—his long fingers in your mouth, the unbroken eye contact, and the way you drool for him. "Damn, angel, that's it." He slaps your pussy again with his free hand, and you roll your eyes in searing pleasure as you continue to suck his fingers diligently. "I want to see your beautiful face when you come, Princess. You'll show me, won't you?" He finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, allowing you to speak.

'Yes, Yu-Yunho...Whatever you want." 

A smug grin blossoms on his lips; he likes the way you react to him too much. Yunho feels his cock throbbing painfully again, more pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock and smearing down his thigh, but it doesn't matter; all he can think about is how you're going to come on his fingers. 

Your vision becomes blurry; you can't even describe what's happening; your brain is still too foggy from sleep; you just lie there and take whatever Yunho gives you and let your handsome boyfriend play with you as he pleases. 

"I'm going to make you feel so good, Princess." You cling to his wrist, trying to ground yourself, but it doesn't help much, especially when he inserts his two long fingers into you sharp and deep, making you let out a shrill moan. 

It's always like this with Yunho; at first he's gentle, his touches airy and calculated, but the longer your games go on, the rougher and sharper he gets. It can start with him worshipping your pussy with his mouth and end with him roasting you in the butt with his huge cock, getting you on all fours, and putting all his weight on you. 

"I'll buy you new ones." That's the only warning you get before the sound of ripping fabric fills the room, or rather the sound of your panties ripping—they're the fifth he's ripped this week. For a moment he cups your entire pussy in his possessive palm, feeling how wet and ready it is for him, promising himself that he will fuck you with his tongue later, after you have come on his fingers and maybe after you give him a delicious blowjob. You always drove him crazy with the way you sucked him off. Your mouth was always so hot and wet, and as a bonus, you swallowed him all the way to the base and let Yunho fuck your sweet face.

Yes, that was a great plan for the morning. 

"The most beautiful pussy belongs to my sweet girl, doesn't it?" His fingers enter you again and begin to move quickly in and out of you. You could only nod in response to his words, too absorbed in the sensation of your growing orgasm. Your back arched over the bed, your hips trembling as his fingers flexed inside you, hitting your sweetest, most sensitive spot each time. 

"I'm going to cum! Shit... Yunho!' You moaned his name like a mantra, feeling the tight, hot knot of pure ecstasy unravel inside you, plunging you headfirst into the depths of pleasure. Your moans and cries were like music to his ears and only spurred him on. 

Yunho focusses his attention on your clit again, increasing the sensations of your orgasm even more. You almost lose touch with reality as he looks at you with a smile, not stopping the movement of his fingers on your clit for a second, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours. 

"That's it, good girl." His honeyed voice is sticky against your heated skin as Yunho leaves smudged kisses on your cheeks. 'That's my princess. You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?' He asks almost innocently, taking your hand in his and pressing it against his needy cock. It's hot under your palm, wet and sticky with pre-cum, thick veins swollen and throbbing under the velvety skin. "Come on, angel, help me, and then I'll make you cum again. You can ride my face, or I can eat you up against the wall. Remember the time I held you on my shoulders while you smothered me with your sweet cunt, hmm?" Yunho coaxes you and begins to push his cock into your hand. You reflexively squeeze it with your palm, your thumb running over the sensitive spot under the head. 

"Fuck, yeah... Just like that."

It may not have been the wake-up call you dreamed of on a Saturday morning, but you weren't the type to complain, especially when your boyfriend is Jeong Yunho. 

[keptfatkepthumble]

You’re My Chubby Boyfriend

Text by @toptierteaser

You’ve gotten so oblivious since we started dating. You’ve been happy. That’s obvious. You can see it on your face, how content you are, how comfortable you’ve gotten. How docile. I’ve been treating you well. And you’ve let me. You’ve allowed me to spoil you, to pamper you. And all that relationship satisfaction has certainly taken a toll. On your mood, on your mental health. Everything has improved.

Everything, that is, but your weight.

You’ve ballooned, fat boy. You’ve thickened quite a bit during our time together. You’ve been letting me feed you, as you sit on that widening, pampered ass of yours. Letting me stuff you silly at dinner. Letting me bring you endless snacks, coaxing goodies and treats down your greedy throat, convincing those plump, submissive lips of yours to part for my desserts. You’ve been letting me fill you; not just filling your heart or your mind or your time. But I’ve been filling up your body as well.

You’ve changed, fatty.

You’ve let all the weight accumulate all over yourself, transforming from that handsome, fit jock I smiled at as I watched him pack away dinner, my own leftovers, and dessert as well. As I sat back, like a fox watching a plump porker fatten himself, knowing your potential, knowing what I could do to you if I put my mind to it.

And it’s unmistakable now. You’re not a fit, single jock anymore. You’re my dumb, handsome chubber of a boyfriend. A plump boytoy whose mind is filled with the thought of donuts and cupcakes and cookies and pies. All being brought to him on a plate by his loving, doting significant other. By me

You’re so obese and awkward now.

That relationship weight has accumulated all over. Your stomach, which was once muscular, is now covered in layers of lard, its dough spilling out onto your lap. Your legs covered in fat, fighting to take up space in your chair as you squeeze your enormous ass back so you can play your video games.

As you stuff your face, stupidly, watching your mind-numbing shows and scrolling on your phone. Your double chin highlighting the cuteness of your face, outlining the plumpness where your handsome jawline used to be.

But I do my best to minimize the discomfort, to make sure you don’t have to struggle into those terrible shorts with the button anymore. No, those all burst a while ago. Now, I’ve spoiled you and bought you several pairs of stretchy athletic shorts that leave little room for growth. Packing away your work shirts and button ups and replacing them with stretchy, breathable t-shirts. Shirts that crease under your juicy moobs, that rest above your belly button, exposing your chub. You don’t even notice as I hold a plate of brownies in front of you.

I love showing you off to the world, taking pictures and posting them on social media. “Look how cute my man is, everyone!” I write. While in my mind I think about how much of a pig you are. How you jiggle now, when you step. How your ass cheeks have to shift because your butt has ballooned so big.

There’s just no hope for you anymore, now, fat boy. So open wide.

[shaisuki]

THE BULLY!MIYA TWINS AND BULLY!SUNA WAS JUST HHHHHHH

Don't you think it would stop if manager!chubby reader were to tell Kita about it? But then again, if Kita had already graduated by the time they show their true colors they are fuck outta luck huh 😞

What if they move to Tokyo (Nekoma or Fukurodani) because of their parents' transfer due to their jobs? Won't that be an escape?

they're careful how they act towards you when kita-san is around. they don't want to reprimanded for teasing you and get scolded for it. they slowly made their musings obvious when as the day of their captain's graduation grew neared and that's where they took their harmless taunting goes to the extreme. who would you tell now?

moving is finally freedom isn't it?

but you can't still clear of the volleyball teams in tokyo. you still took the role as a manager despite the previous mischiefs of your previous team. they were different than the bunch of foxes that you had to deal with. the owls and their owl like captain is more welcoming and kind. the team always made you feel comfortable without the judgement and treated you as their equal as their respected manager.

as the manager of one tokyo's top team, it wasn't a surprise that were always playing for nationals and unfortunately your previous team is no exception for that title. your bullies isn't that far behind from you.

it was atsumu who finds you first. finding you in the arms of your team's captain. bokuto was nothing but the sweetest and kindest to you. he made you laugh with his antics and seeing the sight before him. atsumu sees red. you didn't even notice him. thinking that you're hot shit now that you're in another team. you're just a traitor.

luck was on their side when they see you alone refilling the water bottles. it provided them the perfect opportunity to drag you in the lockers with no people to interrupt them and get down to business.

“disappearing on us and only to find you in another team. that's a no-no, princess.” osamu is the first one to reprimand you. atsumu tuts, suna remains passive but those fox like eyes of his seems to glint.

“i didn't mean to. we had to move.” you meekly explain. the fear of being cornered again by these foxes isn't the thing you were worried of since you moved and now, they're on you again. ready to devour at the slightest mistake of their bunny. plump and juicy to take a bite off and they're going to savor every part of their fat bunny.

“traitor.” atsumu tuts. pulling you closer and your back is against his chest. his cock pressing in his black jersey shorts. grunting a bit when he rubs his aching cock between your clothed ass cheeks.

suna and the younger miya twin moves towards you. both of their faces on your side as rintaro's slender fingers grasps your soft chin. “you know what happens to traitors, princess?” suna asks you. examining the look of uneasiness in your face. “they get punished.” osamu answers to suna's question for you.

they were quick. nimble as they are on and off in the court as they were with you. brusquely tugging at your tracksuit with looks of disapproval from the color. red suited you more than white.

osamu pulls you for a bruising kiss. his hold in your jaw is rough. forcing you to open your mouth to welcome his tongue. it was messy and sloppy. a contrast to his twin's kisses in your neck.

if it wasn't for atsumu's tight grip around your waist, you would lose your balance from suna spreading your thighs. hoisting your other leg in his shoulder as he plunges his face in between your thighs. inhaling the sweet scent of your pussy and feel the fabric get soaked by your juices. pushing your panties aside, rintaro wastes no time in taking a lick of your slit. spreading your pussy lips apart to get a taste of what he really wants. his lips are wrapped around your engorged clit. suckling on it like a baby would do to a breast in which osamu was already doing.

the cold pads of his fingers brushing over to your nipples. your bare breasts are presented to him and osamu eagerly sucks. tugging your nipple with his teeth while your other nipple is pinched between his fingers. roll and suck. he keeps repeating it.

“can they have you like this?” atsumu moans. licking the shell of your ear as you unconsciously grinds your ass in his aching length. “can they touch you like we touched you?” osamu gropes your breasts harder. “can they make you cum like we do?” a breathless whine coming from you as your orgasm broke. rintaro sucking your clit harshly and it was enough to bring you to your release.

“n-no.”

“good.” osamu praises you. “don't think we're done with you.” he warns. you take heed of the warning cause you know they are true to his words and it's also they're right to do whatever it pleases them to you. you owe the m much.

you were put in different positions. folded in ways you didn't know you can. osamu bouncing you in his cock while you take turns in blowing rintaro and atsumu's cocks. jerking them until they're painting your body white. taking turns on filling your abused hole while they sing you of praises. by the time they're done with you. you ache in places. sore between your legs while their spent is trickling down your thighs.

“see you soon, princess.” they say. exchanging spit before they let you go and you dreaded on what about to come. they're a powerhouse team and will continue to dominate the court along with your now team.

you wished this tournament will be over as soon as you know it.

[roseharpermaxwell]

RWRB FirstPrince AU Recs - Part Three

I'm back with more! Dive into some recently-read AUs with me below.

pixel perfect by rizcriz. G, 1k. Alex is looking over the directions with barely contained glee, and Henry—Henry’s looking at Alex. He’s pushed into the wall of the Photo Booth when Alex suddenly leans forward and pulls his wallet out of his back pocket.

“We are so doing this,” Alex says excitedly.

The corner of Henry’s mouth twitches. “Oh?” He asks, watching Alex pull a ten dollar bill from his wallet. “And here I thought you’d only pulled us in here to make out a bit.”

Or, Alex and Henry are in love in a photo booth.

Total Eclipse by @myheartalivewrites. T, 1.2k. Alex is not sure what the fuck is happening here.

“And if you only hold me tight…”

A man—probably the most beautiful man he has ever seen—is up on stage in this karaoke bar, absolutely murdering Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart and he’s pretty sure the guy is crying and it’s one of the most horrifying things he’s ever seen and Alex cannot. Look. Away.

all we are is skin and bones by @indestructibleheart. T, 1.3k. Alex didn't plan to push Henry Fox into oncoming traffic.

it might be worth it for once by blueberriesandcream. G, 1.6k. quick little alternate scene. what if alex's protective streak had made an appearance when zahra found he and henry in their hotel room?

We've Got To Stop Meeting Like This by @everwitch-magiks. M, 1.9k. Alex books an Airbnb studio with a shared bathroom. The other studio is occupied by a man with lush pink lips and impressive personal hygiene — really, he’s super diligent about lathering and rinsing. Alex would know, seeing as the lock to the bathroom is seriously unreliable.

Or: the Airbnb romp you didn’t know you needed.

exclusive member deal by stutteringpeach. T, 2k.

Alex: "Let me take you on a date."

The date: Costco.

beyond measure by T, 2.1k. alex and henry host nora, june and pez for weekly fellow travelers watch parties.

tonight, they're watching the series finale. it comes crashing down on henry, and alex is there to catch him.

Couture of the Juicy Variety by ronans. G, 2.1k. It's Henry's birthday and his work crush has what some may call a wardrobe malfunction.

Adrift by TuppingLiberty. T, 2.2k. Alex works in the Texas Department of Justice as a research attorney. He's been low-key flirting with his downstairs neighbor Henry for the past few months. Unfortunately, he works himself sick and ends up at Henry's doorstep accidentally.

you all over me by @dumbpeachjuice. E, 2.3k. When Henry organises an evening of group sex, he never expects to meet a gorgeous man he wants to marry and have children with.

Or, a meet-cute at a sex club.

something more, something right by rizcriz. T, 2.7k. Alex blinks at him, seemingly entirely unimpressed. “So, you’re just going to pretend we’re not in love with each other?” 

Let the flickering flame of your soul play all about me. by barthelme. E, 2.8k. Around them, there is the rustle of trees and the crisp whip of wind against nylon. An owl hooting. Faint whispers of campers still lingering around the dying campfire that Henry would like to block out entirely because, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I’m aware,” Alex says, but his mouth clearly says he doesn’t care.

Or, the one where Alex and Henry are camp counselors who lead overnight hikes and fuck around at night.

please report to HR by @smc-27. G, 3.2k. Alex frowns at his inbox.

The only reason he knows Henry’s name is that people keep calling him “hot HR Henry” as if there’s anyone else in this office named Henry. Alex hasn’t met the guy yet. He’s been avoiding it mostly out of pettiness.

Henry and the Charisma Vortex by ronans. NR, 3.7k. ‘How’s about I take you to a bookstore and treat you to a trashy romance novel to say sorry for interrupting your first date with the love of your life?’

‘I fear the longer I spend time with you, the longer I will be unable to live this spectacular failure down.’

He warms at the thought of spending more time with Henry. ‘Solid deduction, you are absolutely right.’ He takes a punt and grabs Henry’s free hand. ‘C’mon.’

Or, Alex is sat next to a tragic date and has the urge to intervene.

A Sin Better Than Heaven by @anchoredarchangel. E, 3.9k.

“Show me,” the king says, a demand. He sets the vial back down, careless to where it lands compared to where it originated. He leans back against the table, crosses his arms over his chest; chin raised, jaw set- a picture of regality. Henry’s heart is pounding in his chest, the unstable beat of too many horse hooves overlapping, like the canter through the woods that very afternoon before he was shoved from his saddle. For the first time, he considers the possibility that perhaps he had hit his head harder than he realized- against the ground or against the tree, because certainly his hope is misplaced; certainly he is not following this conversation as well as he presumed. “Show you what, Your Majesty?” The king only deigns to move a hand, untucking it from his elbow in order to wave it vaguely. “How your body responds to men.”

Or: A criminally loose reimagining of the tent scene from Mary & George, only Alex is a sexually confused king, and Henry's the one who has been sent to seduce him.

Don’t You Dare Look Away by @emmalostinwonderland. E, 3.9k. “Jesus, Fox, if you wanna fuck me so goddamn bad, you could just say so.”

Alex fully expects to be dropped to the floor, but Henry just tightens his grip on Alex’s waist. “You… you’re not serious.”

And really, what could go wrong? “Serious as a heart attack, baby.”

// Alex and Henry are paired up for a pro dance on DWTS one week, but they just can’t seem to get along… until something clicks.

a feeling like this (could it be bliss?) by rizcriz. E, 4k. There’s a blonde woman plastered to Alex’s front. Ten minutes ago, he’d been grinding up against a brunette man half a foot shorter than him. Ten minutes before that, he’d been laughing with a red head at the bar. And ten minutes before that?

Ten minutes before that, he’d had that megawatt smile directed at Henry, laughing at something June said. And then he’d wandered off to get them more drinks, and now he’s off, giving his attention to people who are, quite frankly, not good enough for him, and Henry? Henry’s — christ, okay, Henry’s jealous.

Henry’s fucking fuming.

Or, Henry wants his boyfriend back.

Another Door Opens by @14carrotghoul. T, 4.1k. Henry takes a long drink. “If it makes you feel any better, my dad's dead. He and my mum had the type of love straight from the storybooks and it got cut tragically short, so what is the point in finding something real if it's just going to hurt you?”

Alex bites back a smile and shakes his head. “How in the fuck was that supposed to make me feel better?”

He waves his hand awkwardly. “Oh, I just thought we were both sharing the trauma that impacted our romantic relationships.”

Henry and Alex first meet when Henry reveals their partners are cheating on them with each other.

north star by sharkfins. T, 4.9k. “God, you know, I could stare at you all day,” he says finally. “I want to get this tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.”

“Ugh, gross,” Henry says while scrunching up his nose. Even still, his cheeks flush.

“Seriously, Hen, you look pretty.” Alex runs his fingers through Henry’s hair and places another kiss on his forehead.

Henry bites back a slightly embarrassing excited noise and shoves his face into Alex’s neck and smiles into his skin. Hen. Alex calls him that all the time, but for some reason now it’s making something stir inside his chest.

“I can’t believe I get to call you mine,” he adds, running his hand down the back of Henry’s head and settles his arm around his shoulders again.

Henry moves impossibly closer to him and looks up to meet his eyes. “Pretty, huh?”

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

or: Henry experiments with gender <3

Best Practice in Sexual Favours by everwitch. E, 5.1k. They meet at a bar. Alex is young; fresh out of law school, sharp and charismatic and oh-so attractive. The sex is absolutely incredible, and Henry has no regrets. At least not until the morning after when he finds himself opposite Alex in a meeting — equipped with the painful knowledge that Alex’s boss thinks Alex’s only function in said meeting is to sit there and look all pretty. Somebody ought to call HR right about now.

Or: when sexual relationships mix with professional ones, Alex and Henry make the most of it.

We met in the Park by TuppingLiberty. E, 5.3k. Henry is absolutely obsessed with the runner he sees in the park every day at lunch.

cause you're classic, and i'm reckless by @firenati0n. T, 5.4k. “I've, actually, uh. I've never done this before.”

At this, Henry stops short, takes a second as his gaze moves up and to the left, trying to recall something. “I've seen your films. You most certainly have done intimate scenes.”

Alex clears his throat. He hopes his nerves aren't completely obvious, the slight waver in his voice about to give him away. “Yeah, well. Never with a man, so. Not at this scale, anyway.”

“Would it help to, er, practice?" Henry winces a little as he says it, which does not inspire confidence. But Alex is shocked nonetheless. What the fuck?

Diving In Dick-First by quill_and_ink. E, 5.5k. "So... we're doing an intimate piercing today?"

Alex promptly crawls under a rock to die.

Trying My Patience (Try Pink Carnations) by @cha-melodius. E, 5.6k. Unfortunately for him, the only things more beautiful than Alex himself are Alex’s cakes. He’s the most in-demand cake artist in the city, and as such he books a lot of weddings. Many of the very same weddings that simply must also have Fox Florals arrangements for their centrepieces. Weddings like, apparently, this one.

(Or, Henry the florist and Alex the cake artist are forced to collaborate last minute at a wedding job, make a mess, and learn some things about each other in the process.)

A thousand dreams that would awake me by @kiwiana-writes. E, 5.9k.

“It’s not about punishment.” Alex just nods; Henry had been very clear on the form that he wasn’t looking to be dominated or put in his place, so that won’t be new information. “And it’s not the pain as such.” He runs his fingers along the edge of the mug. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like to feel it, but I’m not looking for pain for the sake of pain. It’s more about… control, I think.” There’s a long silence. “Taking it?” Alex prompts finally. “Or giving it up?” “Does it sound ridiculous if I say both?”

Or, Henry visits a sex club to get spanked the way he's craving.

Want Me by @orchidscript. E, 6.1k. Henry had always been weak for a nice smile, but his was impossible to ignore.

Blame it on summer heat and a fresh flush in his cheeks. Blame it on sunset painting the outdoor bar sweltering, romantic colors. Blame it on two healthy glasses of albariño thrumming in his bloodstream, or the good music floating on the air.

Henry could blame it on anything liked if he thought long and hard about it, but that didn’t change much at the end. The core remained the same: he had been gone from the jump.

Henry and Alex hook up on a vacation in Spain. Henry falls a bit deeper.

i think about jumping (just to see you come running) by @coffeecatsme. T, 6.1k. Henry Fox likes to think he’s led a good life.

He’s been a good son to his parents, though his grandmother would probably disagree with him being a good grandson—although, if he’s honest with himself, he’d rather take that as a compliment. He’s used the family money for good, built a life for himself. He’s saved the sweetest beagle from a shelter and paid an arm and a leg bringing him to the States from England. He doesn’t think killing a few mosquitos in his lifetime and the select words he had for the homophobic part of his family should curse him for years of torture.

Alas, that’s the only explanation as to why the public library he’s worked for for years would move him to a branch right next to a goddamn fire station.

Or, 5 times Henry embarrasses himself in front of Alex and 1 time Alex embarrasses himself in front of Henry.

Five letter word for 'unobservant' by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 6.9k. And podfic by @thirdeye1234. “He's so annoying,” Alex says, the words spilling out of his mouth before he can stop them as he sits down at his desk opposite Nora. Nora – colleague, semi-sister-in-law, and unfortunately his best friend – is used to this by now, and continues eating a croissant over her keyboard in the manner of someone who has the only ergonomic, crumb-resistant keyboard in the office, and wants everyone to know it.

“Please,” she says, not even looking at him as she presumably whizzes through accounts or something, mouth full of buttery pastry. “Elucidate. I have no idea who you're talking about and there is no precedent for you interrupting my morning with those words at all.”

Alex scowls at her. “Wordle Guy.”

Cloudy With a Chance of Fuckery & Sunny With a Touch of Drama (Every Weather series)by @hillerskas. M, 6.9k. ‘Henry’s here with us for the weather.’ He pivots in his seat and grins over to the other corner of the studio. ‘Now, is it hot in here, or is it just you?’

Without missing a beat, Henry smiles cordially and gestures to the green screen behind him. ‘We’re actually in the middle of a cold snap.’

Or, an ode to Alex fucking with Henry live on air.

in this home series by riversdeep. T, 7.5k. At that, Alex looks him straight in the eye. “I'm sorry I fell in love with you years ago and never said a single thing about it.”

A self indulgent childhood best friends to lovers AU, exploring the transition from best friends to boyfriends

me and you and awkward silence by @kill8a. M, 7.5k. Alex has a bit of a predicament. The new librarian, Henry Fox, has proved to be a little too attractive to go un-noticed, and he might be harboring a bit of a crush.

make it five by @anincompletelist. M, 8k. “Fifty bucks says I can get that guy’s number.”

Popping the bubble of cinnamon-flavored gum Alex had just blown, he glances up from his phone to look at where Nora’s pointing. Just over the soles of his shoes, crossed at the ankles and propped on the flaking black wood of the shop’s front desk, there’s a man with broad shoulders lingering by the far wall. Alex hadn’t even heard the guy come in.

“Nora. He’s literally looking at one of the biggest dildos I’ve ever seen,” he deadpans quietly.

alex works at a sex toy shop. it's usually a pretty easy job — if he could just stop daydreaming about the blonde guy that keeps coming in to buy literally all of alex's favorite sex toys.

pour some sugar on me by @sunnysideprince. M, 8.2k. Alex makes not-so-safe-for-work baking videos on Instagram for a living, and Henry, unsurprisingly, goes through a crisis because of it.

An Amateur’s Guide to Professional Gift-Giving by anincompletelist (soldouthaz). T, 8.9k. Alex, a former-law-student-taking-some-time-off turned professional part-time gift giver, is tasked with finding a gift for the most high profile client he's ever worked with, both in and out of the world of law.

It turns out finding the perfect gift for the Prince of Wales might be easier than he'd anticipated.

secret admirer by rizcriz. T, 9.5k. Today, though, he’s watching in delight as a massive bouquet of roses makes its way through the office, the delivery guy carefully weaving between cubicles as he heads for Nora’s desk. Last week, Nora had revealed to the office one of his embarrassing college hook up stories that involved a thong and sitting cold and shivering in a police station while he waited to be picked up. Today—today he’s sicking Nadine and Alberta on Nora as payback.

His gaze flicks over to Nora where she’s sitting at her desk oblivious to her incoming doom, and then back to the delivery guy. Anticipation, hot and excited, bundles up in Alex’s gut as he clears the final turn of cubicles, and just as Alex is about to grin, wicked and delighted at Nora, the delivery guy makes another turns and comes to a stop at the completely wrong desk.

And then he sets the flowers down and leaves.

or, an accidental flower delivery.

my little dove by dearestalez. M, 9.8k.

“Kinda cliché,” Alex says, looking up at the mural.

“It’s Bea’s favourite piece,” Henry says.

Alex looks at him, “that makes sense.”

They travel through a plethora of shops. Henry picks up a hat, Alex holds a jumper to his chest and twirls until Henry is giggling into his fingers.

“Why do they never have my size?” Alex laments, holding a nice pair of shoes that don’t come in seven and a half. Only seven or eight. Henry doesn’t mean to laugh, he didn’t really think that was something he did. Laugh at people’s expense. But he isn’t doing that. Alex is pouting over a pair of shoes, with wide brown eyes and slumped shoulders, and Henry is laughing at the absurdity of it all.

He never thought that the man across the building cradling a beer to his chest was the type to pout and whine when a shop didn’t carry his size. He never thought he’d find that out. He never thought that stranger from that bar would turn into someone he knows.

“You’re a dick,” Alex says, but he’s grinning and Henry is weak.

i want to mark my skin (it is paper thin) by @violetbaudelaire-quagmire. M, 10k.

To: alex@biconicink.com

From: hjfox@rocketmail.co.uk

Subj: Tattoo Reference

Attached: 1 file (orionsketch.jpg)

Hello,

Attached you’ll find a line art drawing of the constellation Orion. The shoulder blade is the intended location.

Best,

H.J. Fox

OR: It's a Tattoo Shop AU!

i dream of our odyssey by violetbaudelairequagmire. E, 10k. Alex rests his elbows on the counter of the small cafe attached to Bankston’s Books, enjoying the quiet period in between the morning stay-at-home-mom-crying-toddler storytime crowd and the rush of college students that appear in the afternoon. It’s only a couple hours, but it’s nice to have that time with just a few black coffees in between the rush of “pumpkin spice latte and a cakepop” and “quad shot espressos and keep them coming” that dominate the busy periods at the bookstore. He’s not complaining though- he loves this job. He gets a discount on books, no one cares how much coffee he drinks in a shift, and, in the last couple of weeks, he’s had a great view of the new guy quietly shelving books.

A Tapestry of Intimacy Unfolded by hqwhna. M, 10k. It's a case of textbook serendipity when Senator Alex Claremont-Diaz and Dr. Henry Fox first meet at a fundraiser in D.C. Now, Alex just has to think of an excuse to see him again...

no drug like me by stutteringpeach. E, 10k. “I’d like to pay for your schooling,” Henry says casually. “Move you into a better apartment. You’ll get an allowance, of course, but that will be for you to do with what you will. Your expenses will be covered outside of that.”

Alex blinks. He’s drunk off expensive wine and Henry’s attention. His brain isn’t functioning. “What?”

Henry’s expression hasn’t changed. “Do you need me to repeat myself?”

XOXO Gossip Girl by alyaasca. T, 11k. Diazes love gossiping. And Henry, well, he wants to be a part of Alex's family. Thanks to his therapist, he has a number of breathing exercises up his sleeve, and also a dream. Watch him take his rightful place by learning the art of family gossip.

i don't know how not to by smc_27. M, 11k. “Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he tells Martha in their next meeting, which takes place two hours outside of London at her parents’ ‘cottage’. To think they talk of her family as commoners when they have this much money is fucking insane. It just goes to illustrate how out of touch the whole monarchy machine is.

“Tea?” she offers, and he nods just to be polite. A literal, honest to god butler comes over to pour for him. “Carry on.”

“You’re gonna disappear,” he tells her, and her whole face lights up. Her shoulders relax. She looks straight at him. He can hear the kids playing with their grandmother in the next room.

“Tell me more.”

Or, Alex is Martha's divorce attorney

cut by @havanasroses. E, 12k.

Holy fucking eyelashes. He’s all tan skin and bright eyes and charming smile— everything that makes Henry weak in the knees. Pretty brown eyes dart between the lineup and his clipboard, trying to put two and two together, but all Henry can focus on are those arms. Those hands. That arse. “Can I call you up, handsome?” Henry almost blacks out.

or, the five times alex and henry shoot a video together as (not so) strangers, and the one time they do as a couple.

into temptation by stutteringpeach. E, 13k. When Henry wakes, there’s an ache in his arse and a wet patch on the sheets.

He tries to imagine how it happened. Whether he was on his side or his front already, whether he had to be rolled over. Whether they took their time or couldn’t wait, so turned on by the sight of him lying there.

It shouldn’t turn him on this much—the not knowing. But that was the point.

You've Been My Muse for a Long Time by @affectionatelyrs. E, 13k. There aren’t many instances in which Henry would claim he exhibits a colorful vocabulary. In fact, he could likely list them on one hand: when wretched people say the most bigoted things, when the local grocer has run out of their Jaffa Cake stock in the minuscule international aisle, when he gets bored and resorts to writing homoerotic poetry in his moleskin journal with a fountain pen like some lovelorn literary scholar from the eighteenth century.

And now, when he’s assigned to a gig he doesn’t want to be at. As in, he would rather publish said poetry to the unrelenting, merciless masses of the internet than be at this gig.

“You must be bloody fucking kidding me.”

Or, When Rolling Stone names Alex Claremont-Diaz as the number one rising star to look out for, Henry is tasked with the sole responsibility of photographing him for their cover shot. Which, truly, wouldn’t be an issue—it’s an incredible opportunity—except Henry doesn’t trust that miscreant to be within ten feet of him ever since The Incident™

Star-Crossed by schmulte. T, 17k. Alex is a principal ballerino with a hatred for Henry Fox. What happens when they're paired up and forced to dance together as star-crossed lovers? Will their partnership crash and burn, or will they cross uncharted territory and make ballet history?

Not An Act by quill_and_ink. E, 20k. It was bound to happen at some point. Alex and Henry had both started modeling within three months of each other and they'd both become known for dramatic, high fashion shoots, editorials, and runways, so it had just been a matter of time before they would be hired to work together. He could have handled it if they'd just been on the same set at the same time without actually having to shoot together, but no - the premise of the campaign is sensuality, intimacy. He has to pretend to be in love with Henry.

getting good now by Standinginmoonlight. M, 20k. Alex sighs and balls his hands up into fists, digging them into his eye sockets until he sees stars, and then he’s speaking without his brain giving his mouth permission.

“I can’t believe I’m going to marry someone British.”

Or: the Love is Blind AU that no-one asked for.

we should get married by smc_27. E, 25k. He’d spent most of the week sitting on the floor with his laptop open on the table, typing away about absolute nonsense in between sessions and phone calls with immigration and a lawyer trying to see if it’s possible there’s any way in the world he can stay in America while this gets sorted. The good news is this doesn’t bar him from trying again and just returning when it all gets sorted. Not that that will be easy, but still. It’s a possibility.

He makes the absolutely foolish mistake, after pouring his second drink, of googling ‘marriage visa’ as if that will be the answer to any or all of his problems. Allows himself a brief, excruciating moment to imagine he has someone to marry and make that a reality.

But then…he does, does he not?

OR, a greencard marriage AU

Clean Slate by smc_27. E, 25k. “Henry.” Pez comes over, puts both hands on Henry’s cheeks and looks him dead in the eye. “You are not a sad man who’s gotten dumped. You’re in the prime of your life, and I quite desperately need you to act like it.”

“The prime of my life,” Henry scoffs, more incredulous than questioning. “I’ve just gotten out of a 15 year relationship, endured a divorce, am suffering an almost impressive case of writer’s block, and your hands are like bloody icicles.” Pez grins, doesn’t take his hands away. “Explain to me how this is my prime. Please.”

Pez tilts his head, and sounds entirely serious when he says, “Literally anything can happen from here.”

In Accord by @absoluteaudacitywrites. E, 27k. Pursuant to the establishment of an ongoing relationship between The Crown and the Office of the President of the United States, the representatives of the The Queen and Her interests are authorised to establish a contract of marriage between His Royal Highness Prince Henry of Wales and Alexander Claremont-Diaz.

Claremont 2008 by @happinessofthepursuit. M, 28k. What if Ellen Claremont had gotten elected in 2008 instead of Obama? An alternate timeline story of FirstPrince.

2009 at Buckingham Palace for tea. A sleepover after a quinceañera in 2010. The 2012 London Olympics. A 2014 Model UN Conference. A funeral in 2015. College and another campaign trail.

And the texts, facetimes, and chain emails in between.

By All Means, Rome by @iboatedhere. T, 29k. During a goodwill tour of Europe, Prince Henry rebels against his tedious schedule and disappears into the heart of Rome, seeking reprieve from a life of relentless royal obligations...

Alex Claremont-Diaz, an American journalist living in Rome with a British Monarchy-sized chip on his shoulder, stumbles upon a young man…

Each man keeps a secret to benefit themselves, not thinking how it would affect the other until love gets in the way.

seven fallen angels in atonemеnt by riversdeep. E, 31k. Bea takes the diary from him and snaps it shut. "Well, love, that's because I'm meeting Alex. We'll be at the studio in an hour, so if you're coming with, you should probably wear some nicer trousers."

Henry looks down at his shorts. He thinks they belonged to Pez at one point since they have the words juicy written over the arse in fancy script. "That," He says, "Is completely beside the point."

She shrugs, "Alright. If you want to see the man you've crushed on for two years in those shorts, be my guest."

Well. That only covers part of the problem. The part where Alex infuriates him, that he has to put in an unreasonable amount of effort not to drop things around him because of how beautiful he is. That he is, admittedly, a little bit in love with him.

Or, Alex is a singer collaborating with Bea and Henry is dragged along for the ride, much to his reluctant delight.

would you be my love, my love? (would you be mine?) by ohprongs. M, 32k. When Henry Fox’s fourth series as a professional dancer on BBC’s Strictly Come Dancing rolls around, he’s got a good feeling. He knows what he’s doing — he’s a two-time semi-finalist — and this year he wants to win. That is, until he’s knocked off-kilter by two revelations: they’re allowing same gender contestant/pro pairings for the first time in the show’s history, and Alex Claremont-Díaz is joining as the newest pro dancer.

He is, to put it mildly, absolutely screwed.

(aka, the pro dancers rivals-to-friends-to-lovers au that no one asked for)

Baby (Let Me Put On a Show) by SatinBirds. E, 37k. It’s been five months, and still Alex is never completely prepared for Henry’s performances. Private or otherwise.

Or,

Henry is a night dancer, and he’s everything Alex wants.

Platinum Record series by @cricketnationrise. E, 39k. Email: austincamz@gmail.com

Channel Name: AustinBoy

Age Restricted?: 18+

Chat enabled?: Yes

Subscriptions: Monthly

Tiers: 2

Tier 1:

> Name: Standard

> Description: Access to chat room, 1 weekly video

Tier 2:

> Name: Bonus

> Description: Access to chat room, 1 weekly video, 1 weekly livestream

Or, a Camboy!Alex AU 

A Cloud on Fire Makes its Own Rain by foux_dogue. M, 40k. Henry ends his relationship with Alex in Texas at twenty-one years old.

At forty, Alex's heartbreak is just another relic from the past that he left behind. He's made a name for himself, steadily dismantling the system that never truly welcomed him from the foxhole of a critically-acclaimed late night news show. He's not living his happily-ever-after, maybe, but he's doing work that matters, and he's content with what he's got.

At forty-one, Henry finally decides to abdicate. There's only one person who he trusts to break the story.

February, I'm In Love by IBoatedHere. E, 40k. February themed FirstPrince Prompts

(you got me) cursing the daylight by @waterloolovers. E, 40k.

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms

And if you like having secret little rendezvous

If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do

Then baby, I'm perfect

Baby, I'm perfect for you

“ALEX CLAREMONT-DIAZ TAKES ON EUROPE!

America’s darling, ACD, is setting off on his first international tour of Europe and The UK next month. His first stop is in London at the sold out O2 arena.”

Alex is a singer. Henry is a podcast host. They should know that secret relationships don’t usually pan out, but they’re willing to give it a try.

What could possibly go wrong?

(Strangers to friends to besties to lovers)

It's Nice to Have a Friend by mainstreamelectricalparade. T, 59k. Two boys meet on a beach, build a sand castle, write letters, and fall in love.

Someday We'll Know If Love Can Move a Mountain by @three-drink-amy. E, 60k. The emails were never leaked, but the Queen has forced Alex and Henry apart. Alex believes they're biding their time until they can be together for real. One day at work, he's forced to confront how wrong he is when Henry's engagement is announced. With both of them miserable and neither wanting the wedding to happen, they grapple with how or if they could even stop it. Or even if they should.

False Dichotomy by chamel. E, 61k. One of the world’s largest retailers is opening a store on his street. A bookstore. He looks down at the article in his hand again and catches sight of a phrase: “We hope that people will see this as more than a bookstore, and hope to foster a sense of community.” As if Henry Fox-Mountchristen has any concept of what community means.

Alex very narrowly does not break something.

(When global mega-retailer Mountchristen opens a new location—led by the infuriatingly attractive and insufferable Henry Fox-Mountchristen—near his LGBTQ-focused bookshop in Soho, Alex's comfortable life is turned upsided down. Luckily, he has one of his best friends to turn to: a guy he met online and knows only as H. Meanwhile, Henry is battling against his family to make a positive difference in the world and falling further in love with a man he's never met. But... what if they changed that?

(make me) misbehave by @onward--upward. E, 65k. Alex Claremont-Diaz has done it again. The Texas-born singer-songwriter released his fourth studio album second skin Thursday at midnight. Full of Claremont-Diaz’s signature lyricism, critics are praising the album for the cohesive image it paints. second skin is the result of a young writer at the top of his game, and every lyric depicts for the listener a picture of a sun-drenched secret romance. Fans are clamoring to be the first to uncover the mystery girl at the center of it all, although Claremont-Diaz remains tight-lipped on the subject…

Or: Alex Claremont-Diaz is a singer-songwriter rising up in the music industry. Henry Fox is the shining star of an acting empire.

This is a love story.

All our Sweetest Hours Fly Fastest by @ahistoricdistraction. T, 69k. It has been three years since they were outted and Henry and Alex have finally settled into a groove that works well for them, except for the fact that it feels like they're always having to steal time together. Queen Mary constantly coming up with excuses to get Henry out of public events with Alex isn't helping, and Alex is done with it. After a long conference in Tokyo that Henry couldn't attend, Alex's flight home being delayed is the last straw and he calls Henry to say they need to figure out a better way to do this, to which Henry agrees. But fate has other ideas. Alex's flight goes missing somewhere over the Pacific, no trace of it to be found, leaving Henry and Alex's family struggling to not lose hope while unable to do anything.

Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest by allmylovesatonce. E, 76k. Alex Claremont-Diaz is relocating back to Austin to join his dad's firehouse. His days as a firefighter in Washington D.C. ended badly, but no one knows that, or knows why. And he plans to keep that close to his chest. He has to shove it back down if he wants to seem like a normal person, if he wants to do the job, if he wants to get along with his new crew, and most of all, if he wants to get to know the hot British firefighter on the squad.

No one can know what really happened.

It takes a lot to know a man by dazedandconfused. E, 86k. Alex is doing good. Life is good. Work is good. There's just one tiny problem. He can't get out of his head enough to enjoy sex. Nora has a solution in the form of a not-quite-sex-club called Sweet Encounters where he meets Henry, an attentive dom who shows him the joys of BDSM and sex with a man.

Alex gets a new problem when he starts falling for the man, and it turns out Henry might know more about the case Alex is working on than he lets on.

And then it all stacks up from there.

Heavy Weighs the Crown series by @dwell-the-brave. M, 88k. “I’ll be back by Thursday,” Philip promises, giving Martha a hand up the jet’s steps. She gives them a brief wave from the top of the stairs before disappearing.

“Make sure you don’t ski off a cliff!” Bea calls after him as he follows his wife into the jet. He waves a hand dismissively at her and then withdraws into the darkness of the cabin.

That’s the last thing any of them say to him.

Philip dies, and Henry becomes heir.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue by anincompletelist. E, 116k. When June gets engaged, Alex, her brother, and Henry, her best friend, are asked to be the official Guys Of Honor. There’s a month to plan the whole thing, which would be near impossible anyway, only made worse by the fact that being around each other the last several years has only ever led to petty fights and useless competition. Unfortunately, as the two most important men in her life - aside from her fiancé - they don’t really have much of a choice.

Alex has a lot of feelings about this. As it turns out, Henry does too.

Trust Your Heart If The Seas Catch Fire by Light_of_Bane. E, 171k.

Alex had a plan.

And then his life got thrown upside down after finding out President Claremont is his mother.

Now his plan is shot to hell and he's stuck navigating a world he never expected to be in - one of privilege and the spotlight and a family that's far cry from the abusive one he had grown up with. How's he supposed to do this?

And why is Prince Henry so much prettier in person?

This was not the plan.

I only tag an author once per post, but I'm still figuring out firstprince author handles. If you see one I may not know or find a broken link, please give me a heads up!

RWRB FirstPrince AU Recs Part One

RWRB FirstPrince AU Recs Part Two

Master List of RWRB FirstPrince Recs

Master List of Recommendations

[moraxsthrone]

Can I make a request for a chubby/thick! Reader xgenshin men?Alot of artists don't have much of this factor when it comes to writing for genshin so could you please take it into consideration?Thank you!!

yo i’m not even taking requests rn but i wanted to answer this one bc this is so valid?? And YES, chubby/thick!readers are SORELY underrepresented in most fandoms, sadly. all of our bodies are beautiful and should be celebrated and adored! i hope i did an okay job and didn't write anything unintentionally insensitive (if i did, lmk kindly, please). ♡

*ੈ♡⋆ pairings — diluc, itto, kaeya, thoma, tighnari, zhongli (separate) x gn!chubby/thick!reader

*ੈ♡⋆ warnings — nsfw. mdni.

*ੈ♡⋆ diluc — idk why but I get the impression that diluc has a slight preference for a thick lover? like, he would def prefer someone with extra meat on their bones. he likes biting the fat of your inner thighs, leaving a trail of spit all the way to your juicy sex before sucking you into his hot mouth.

*ੈ♡⋆ itto — i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: this oni LOVES a thick lover! he NEEDS something to grab onto when he’s plowing into you from behind like a demon in heat. and he has to keep looking away from your ass bc watching it ripple with every impact of his hips nearly has him filling you up with his oni seed.

*ੈ♡⋆ kaeya — kaeya is (among other things) a body worshipper fight me. feeling the plush of your thighs squeezing his hips as he rocks them into your core will have him muttering sweet praises in your ear about how much harder his cock is getting bc your soft thighs are riding his.

*ੈ♡⋆ thoma — sweet, sweet thoma is so loving and respectful. he loves to hear you praise him for his cooking skills, but loves hearing you whine his name while he's filling you up with his cock even more. he thinks your tummy is so cute, especially as it rubs against his when he's got your knees bent over his arms and he's splitting you open around his pretty dick.

*ੈ♡⋆ tighnari — idk why but i get the feeling nari loves to fuck those luscious thighs of yours until your skin is slick with his pre and he's biting his lip to fight back his whiny moans. then, just before he cums, he pushes his cock inside you and fucks you with shallow, stuttering thrusts as his warm cum floods your hole. you haven't even gotten to cum yet but before you can huff in frustration, nari buries himself balls deep and fucks you properly. don't worry, your needy fox boy won't be done with you anytime soon.

*ੈ♡⋆ zhongli — this mangod is so fucking refined in his tastes that he sees the true beauty beyond the surface of everything, from inanimate stones to living creatures. he has seen and loved all body types bc it's the quality of a person's character that he finds most attractive. so when he's pumping his thick geo cock in and out of your walls, he's making love to every part of you. he's kissing every dimple, grabbing every fold, and leaving his marks along your plump thighs bc every inch of your exquisite body is just as much a part of you as your rich mind, heart, and soul.

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♡ — 18+ reblogs, comments, likes, and follows are always welcome and appreciated !!

[toptierteaser]

You're my Chubby Boyfriend

You’ve gotten so oblivious since we started dating.

                You’ve been happy. That’s obvious. You can see it on your face, how content you are, how comfortable you’ve gotten. How docile. I’ve been treating you well. And you’ve let me. You’ve allowed me to spoil you, to pamper you. And all that relationship satisfaction has certainly taken a toll. On your mood, on your mental health. Everything has improved.

                Everything, that is, but your weight.

                You’ve sort of ballooned, fat boy. You’ve thickened quite a bit during our time together. You’ve been letting me feed you, as you sit on that widening, pampered ass of yours. Letting me stuff you silly at dinner. Letting me bring you endless snacks, coaxing goodies and treats down your greedy throat, convincing those plump, submissive lips of yours to part for my desserts. You’ve been letting me fill you; not just filling your heart or your mind or your time. But I’ve been filling up your body as well.

                You’ve changed somewhat, fatty. You’ve let all the weight accumulate all over yourself, transforming from that handsome, fit jock I smiled at as I watched him pack away dinner, my own leftovers, and dessert as well. As I sat back, like a fox watching a plump porker fatten himself, knowing your potential, knowing what I could do to you if I put my mind to it.

                And it’s unmistakable now. You’re not a fit, single jock anymore. You’re my dumb, handsome chubber of a boyfriend. A plump boytoy whose mind is filled with the thought of donuts and cupcakes and cookies and pies. All being brought to him on a plate by his loving, doting significant other. By me.

That relationship weight has accumulated all over. Your stomach, which was once muscular, is now covered in layers of lard, its dough spilling out onto your lap. Your legs covered in fat, fighting to take up space in your chair as you squeeze your enormous ass back so you can play your video games. You’ve gotten uncomfortable, in this new, chubby body of yours. But I do my best to minimize the discomfort, to make sure you don’t have to struggle into those terrible shorts with the button anymore. No, those all burst a while ago. Now, I’ve spoiled you and bought you several pairs of stretchy athletic shorts that leave little room for growth. Packing away your work shirts and button ups and replacing them with stretchy, breathable t-shirts. Shirts that crease under your juicy moobs, that rest above your belly button, exposing your chub. You don’t even notice as I hold a plate of brownies in front of you. As you stuff your face, stupidly, watching your mind-numbing shows and scrolling on your phone. Your double chin highlighting the cuteness of your face, outlining the plumpness where your handsome jawline used to be.

I love showing you off to the world, taking pictures and posting them on social media. “Look how cute my man is, everyone!” I write. While in my mind I think about how much of a pig you are. How you jiggle now, when you step. How your ass cheeks have to shift because your butt has ballooned so big. How your undies ride up between them and you have to tug when you don’t think I’m looking. How we go for walks and you’re always at least a couple steps behind, struggling to keep up with my long, fit legs. I give you lots of belly pats though, bountiful attention, and of course, endless offerings of food! And you  love it…of course you do! Because you’re a fat boy at heart and now, thanks to all my cooking and spoiling and pampering, you’re a fat boy all over. Now, all that chub is mine! That belly is mine to rub! That ass is mine to grab! Those love handles are mine to squeeze! Maybe you’ll go mad from all my poking and prodding, from my teasing. Maybe you’ll lose your mind from all my delicious cooking, the toll it’s taking. But you certainly wont do anything about it. It’s simply too addicting; my cooking, the way it makes you grow…the way I make you feel…

There’s just no hope for you anymore, now, fat boy. So open wide.

[holybibly]

I'm just thinking about the Wooyoung hybrid fox and what a demanding pet he would be, whining and asking for attention, wanting to mark you as his, he would need 100% of your attention, that he wouldn't let you out of the house without making sure you smell like him and might growl in a public place, when someone else comes up to you. He need to claim you

Oh, let us begin a week of hard hours with the vixen, Wooyoung.He is a gorgeous fox, definitely a rare breed. I would say a silver fox. He has a huge, fluffy tail that wraps around you all the time.

Wooyoung is a very demanding and loving pet who hates to share you with anyone, not in any bloody sense of the word. You are all his, and he is so stunningly handsome and sexy that why would you want to look at anyone else? He will be your constant reminder of that fact.

Very aggressive sessions of aromatization. He will want you to sit on his lap with his tail wrapped around your waist and his face rubbing up and down your neck and chest. When he finds a spot he particularly likes, Woo will first lick it with his long, rough tongue. He leaves a cold, wet trail of viscous saliva before his teeth sink into you. He bites so hard that he draws blood, and he barely mumbles an apology before he does it again.

His hands are caressing your thighs under the bulky sweatshirt you were wearing, his sweatshirt, and, of course, you are not wearing any panties. Wooyoung hates it when you have your pussy covered up. You're home, and he wants full access whenever he wants. He squeezes your soft, plump buttocks, which are already red from his persistent action, and then spreads them apart, separating your labia. His nails dig into the sensitive, soft skin.

You're so juicy, he can taste your pussy in the air, and it's the source of his saliva. His mouth is greedily licking, sucking, and biting at your neck until his jaw aches, and he has no choice but to tear himself away from you. Every time he finds a sensitive spot, you squirm in his arms, moaning and panting.

Wooyoung likes to mark you so that everyone knows who you belong to. Knowing that no one but him can claim you makes him feel much more comfortable.

When you go out in a crowded place, you may have to muzzle him to keep the hissing and growling down. He hates going out.

Wooyoung is in need of your full attention. Seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, every minute, every second. He is always with you. He is close to you like a second skin. His lips, his hands, his bushy tail, his dick.

He can't go to sleep without putting his dick in your pussy. How can he resist when you're so warm and wet? Wooyoung likes to rub his face against your pussy just to get himself dirty. It may not be sexual at first; it's an instinctive desire, but of course it will develop into a full and prolonged eating session. Woo can eat you for hours, changing the pace and denying you an orgasm. Or, on the contrary, he can greedily take you one after the other until you beg him to stop.

All in all, Wooyoung is a rather domineering and possessive pet. However, he is madly in love with you, and this more than makes up for his rude, possessive behaviour.

[valentineluvr]

glossy lips

sunoo x f! reader

warnings: kissing (like soft pecks!), flirting, fluff!

- HAVE YALL SEEN HOW JUICY AND SHINY SUNOO’S LIPS LOOK RECENTLY

- he uses lip oil regularly so u will never catch him w crusty and dry lips EVER!

- as his partner, who loves admiring ur pretty bf’s face, u take notice of his gleaming lips

- he catches u staring. LOL! he starts giggling a little bc of how focused u look

- “whats up, y/n?”

- u hear ur heart beat a little faster hearing ur name come from the very mouth u were fawning over

- “your lips are so pretty :(“

- sunoo being a sly fox goes “why don’t you show them some love then..? like idk… by kissing them..hehe”

- “i dont want to.” “hello???” he sounds genuinely upset at ur rejection, baby no T.T

- “i mean i want to.. i just dont want to smudge off ur lip oil :(“ u say as u move closer to him, opting to kiss his jaw instead

- sunoo blushes a little from the contact before cupping ur face

- “idc ab the lip oil i just want to u to kiss me!” sounding a little hasty this time

- before u say ANYTHINF u feel his pretty lips on urs, softly pecking your own lips <333

- he pulls away to see ur dazed face, giggling at the slight pink smudging around your mouth

- “ur lips are pretty like mine now too <3” he says while gently wiping away excess lip oil around ur mouth

- ur cheeks match the colour of ur lips now hehe

- “.. r u saying that my lips arent pretty most of the time >:(“

- “i mean… u rarely use chapstick..”

- “BOY IF U DONT..” u cant even blame him, u always forget to moisturise ur lips

- “i could just kiss u like that instead <3 i can be ur personal lip balm hehe”

- recently ur lips have been looking a little pinker and less dry hehe ;)

[sketchfanda]

Commission One Shot:Foxy Fucking

Now never it be said that Hinata Hyuuga wasn’t afraid to stand uo for herself, especially and particularly when it came to men who assumed she was a whore who’d be pretty much ready to bend over and cheat on her man. Really just because she was a kunoichi and happened to luck oint big time on puberty didn’t mean she was an easy lay but some guys just got the wrong idea. Which really put a damper on her good mood coming to this hot springs resort with Naruto and wouldn’t you know it, the Raikage happened to be in attendance along with Samui escorting him as is bodyguard. And the arrogant bastard sent her an invite to a private coed springs to discuss what he called “diplomatic relations”.

Which much to her annoyance and shock as well as the shock and confusion of Samui, consisted of the arrogant bastard flashing his naked body and demanding they service him like the bitches they were born to be. Or to put it bluntly, he liked them and he wanted them and they could do this the easy way or the hard way, the choice was theirs but really who was he kidding? It was going to be the hard way either way but Just so happened date had other ideas for this attempted cuckolding. You see this particular resort’s hot springs, especially this private one had a little secret in its waters, due to only having special properties for healing and relaxation…but a rather unusual affect on the bodies of women as the two kunoichi were about to find out first hand.

Neither of them was sure how or why it happened, was it their chakra mixing with the water or just some kinky, bizarre twist of fate but before the raikage knew it, Somethjng began to happen to the two Kunoichi’s bodies. Their thick curvy frames first beginning to grow in height and their Super model toned proceeding to grow slightly in muscle mass. And by slightly, I mean they began to bulk up and hulk out, going from fitness model athetoid tone into veritable woman mountains of muscle who did a lot more than lift, bruh!! Firm pecs ideal for supporting their juicy milk tank tits, tree trunk thighs capable of popping melons into juicy pulps, arms that needed a vet because they were some sick pythons and a set of washboard abs so cut that you could grate cheese off of them!!

They weren’t sure how or how it happened but they knew for sure just the sensations in their core alone made them orgasm so intensely that their thighs were soaked with sticky nectar. The lewd and cloud kunoichi recovering from their spontaneous sensual muscle growth to find they now towered over the stunned speechless raikage…and remembered just what the arrogant bastard had intended mere moments before. What followed was a sequence of violence so severe that this beatdown can’t be described in detail for the faint of heart but he was alive at the end. Albeit he’d be in traction for a while in the intensive care unit to say the very least, as he laid behind a clutch of rocks looking like a bruised and battered human pretzel.

As Hinata and Samui dusted off their hands, they couldn’t help but finally take notice of one another’s bodies and suddenly found themselves performing a showdown of pose offs. Crunching those six pack abs, flexing those biceps to make them pump and swell and clenching those firm powerful thighs while making those well toned bubbly booties clap. Only to pause when they were interrupted by the door to the private spring opening, revealing none other than Hinata’s husband, the whisker faced orange fox boy Naruto Uzumaki himself, standing in the frame slack jawed and bug eyed at the sight before him. The muscular amazonian beauties feeling no shame or embarrassment being caught in the nude, rather their gazes were drawn more to the raging hard tent being pitched under Naruto’s towel, sensually licking their lips as if some switch in their brain had been flipped.

Before the hyperactive knucklehead could ask what was going on and what had all that commotion had been that drew his attention to here moments ago, he suddenly found Hinata and Samui strutting over his way. For some reason he was hearing some heavy techno beat and the words by “Death! By Snusnu!!” over and over in his head like a mantra, as the amazonian kunoichi’s glorious titanic tires bounce and jiggled. The statuesque stunners making those delicious muscles ripple and flex with their silky movements as they squatted down to kneel before him and grabbed that towel. Pulling it off to expose the prize they sought, shuddering erotically as their pushes quivered with growing wanton need and desire at the length and girth that stood rigid before them and pulsed with a promise to fuck them so hard that no other man would ever suffice.

The next thing the knuckle headed hokage knew, he found himself laying on the cool marble floor as he was experiencing heaven on earth in the form his wife and the busty ice queen kunoichi performing a tandem fellatio on his cock. His length becoming soaked with a heavy coating of drool as they licked and kissed it, taking turns sucking and blowing on it as they deepthroated him with abandon. Their eyes burning with lust as they massaged and squeezed his balls, as if coaxing the baby batter contained within to come forth and give their thirst for his potent protein. Their pussies quivering as sticky juices flowed forth, making their intent to have that dick come fill them snd rut them deep and hard, wondering which of them woild be the first horny bitch to get some first.

Naruto of course made his answer clear as this lewd, slutty tag team blowjob caused the fox within him to take the helm, making his libido kick in as if primal instincts recognised the presence of bitches in heat who desired a virile alpha male to mate and breed with. Finding his arms moving on stint as they made a familiar hand sign, as in a massive burst of smoke, seven shadow clones stood around the muscular ninja girls. Looking around them in awe as they beheld those firm, stiff cocks just ready, waiting and able to grant their desire to destroy them. If Jiraiaya was watching from the afterlife, he’d likely be inspired with so much material for his icha icha books, that is after recovering from drowning in a puddle of his own blood from the nosebleed he’d be having.

Hinata and Samui of course wasted no time in seizing this wonderful opportunity presented to them by the former’s ever obliging husband, each having themselves four Naruto’s to service and pleasure. Starting things off with a little blowbang as as they shifted between stroking off a pair each while moving their heads back and forth to suck and blow them off, their mouths and throats becoming glorified oral pocket pussies for those bitchbreakers. Those lengths and girths pulsing in their silky palms and fingers as they deepthroated so intensely that those heavy balls were smacking their chins. But of course Naruto was never one to leave a lady to do all the work so it was omly right he begs to return the favour and bring a little of his foreplay A game to these muscular female works of art.

So to Hinata’s delight, she found her foursome working over her amazonian frame which had its quite gifted flexibility still available to her being put to its limits. One Naruto having her sit in his face as he ate her out, tongue probing her slit while another stood in front of her to hold her juicy tits between his shaft, pumping and thrusting into her cleavage like a man possessed as her naughty mouth and licked and sucked what came her way. The third knelt beside her as rubbed snd ground his cock along and against her abs, shuddering as those muscles ran along his length with massaging strokes. While the fourth squatted behind her, holding her glorious muscle booty as he thrust between those meaty cheeks to stroke his own cock off with them, pre flying and spraying her sculpted backside and painting her porcelain like skim.

Samui meanwhile was moaning with sensual delight and abandon as a pair of Narutos squeezed her tits as they licked and sucked on them, as if wanting to drain them of rich, delicious milk. The third had her sitting in his lap as his shaft pumped and thrust between her powerful thighs, her slit costing it in her sloppy flow of nectar. While her fourth stood beside her and her her curling and flexing her arm with his cock trapped by her bicep and forearm to stroke him off. To say he was clearly aroused by their newfound musculature was clearly an understatement.

Now if you’re wondering, not that you should really give a fuck but yes the raikage was still a human pretzel, unconscious behind some rocks and right about now eben in his comatose state? Had a feeling he was getting shown up and majorly, rightfully cuckolded because hey that’s karma baby!! But back to the real reason you’re all here right now which was seeing two hot buff ninja girls get the best lays in their entire lives by a one man gangbang. Rutted and fucked to such a degree thst quite frankly it’d be surprising if they didn’t wind up pregnant after this, the duo aroused at the idea of their washboard abs becoming round and full with the growing life of Uzumaki babies. Speaking of which, naturally the 8 deviant knuckleheads’ foreplay soon lesd to them getting some intense, hard and deep dicking as Hinata felt the rush and thrill akin to her first time and her honeymoon while Samui found any and every prior man she’d ever been with out to shame. Starting off with taking it from behind doggy style, their asses clapping every impact as those balls smacked their clits. While a pair of Narutos each knelt down in front of them holding their hair in firm grips as they performed powerful facefucking piston motions, the horny ninja muscle sluts taking it to their oral pussies like champs as those seed loaded balls smacked their chins. That of course was just the opening sequence to what was followed by an intense pornographic montage.

One moment Hinata would be held up in the air, the muscular filling of a Naruto sandwich as one hammered into her tight, naughty ass as the other hammered away into her sloppy, slutty pussy. While Samui rode one cowgirl style as she bounced and rode that Uzumaki dick with nymphomanic desire as another pounded her juicy ass, slapping those twin buns like besting a bongo drum. The next, the hokage wife was riding a Naruto in reverse cowgirl, stroking and sucking of a pair while Samui was on her back, taking it in a missionary position as she was getting fucked hard and fast, another Naruto straddling her shoulders as he pounded into her naughty mouth with vigorous lust. Her big tits bouncing and smacking his backside as the momentum of this particular spitroast was working her over hard.

The muscular Kunoichi Amazon duo relished each and every orgasm of course, especially the raw undiluted thrill of Naruto cumming on and inside of them. The rush of his white seed flowing and pumping into their wombs, intent to ensure there would be sum buns in those ovens. A constant tangle of limbs and bodies as they shifted between taint one on one to two or more, relishing being the centrepiece of their own combined orgy and gangbang. A new clone made whenever one poofed out or they wanted more Naruto cock to satisfy their erotic thirst. The hyperactive, unpredictable knucklehead truly making the most of that boundless stamina of his, was it all due to the newfound physical upgrade the kunoichi duo got or something that really motivated him today?

All he knew was eventually even after a constant round the clock stream of clones, Hinata and Samui were still ready and willing to go eben as the sun was starting to set. Now able to focus solely on the original himself and relishing his attention, coaxing him to keep mounting them like the bitches in heat they were and mark his claim and territory, whatever these springs had done to him also seemed to make their stamina a match for his. Not that he minded of course, his libido was still pretty much at the helm, telling him to keep at it as he had the muscular babes lay atop each other, watching them make out as he thrust his raging cock between their slits before fucking them in turn. Even after all the orgasms he had given them, they still yearned for his seed, intent on being bred.

Stil they showed no signs what so ever of stopping, even long into the night as they took it back to the hotel room the Uzumaki couple were staying in. Now driven to see to it that the bed would be destroyed and to keep at it until sunrise and perhaps even the rest of their stay. Meantime of course one of the staff had finally found the raikage, confused and shocked at the state he was in as he was doing in bandages and casts from head to toe. They’d never know what hit him, not even he could recall the how and why of it all, Hinata and Samui had beat the 7 shades of shit out of him so bad he suffered amnesia in regards to the before and after.

Not long after this vacation, Samui had herself transferred from Cloud to Leaf village as a live in ambassador , but unofficially she was the Hokage’s second wife. Her and Hinata turning heads with their newfound statuesque stunning muscles which they showed off with all manner of new outfits, only the more naughty or revealing stuff for their foxy man behind closed doors of course. As their bellies began to grow with new life, promising sweet little Himawari a few new brother or sister in the months to come. But of course they wouldn’t be the only kunoichi’s to get some from their whiskered baby daddy.

You see, Hinata and Samui maybe might have spread and shared details to certain fellow kunoichi friends of theirs about the private hot spring and it’s secret upgrade trick. Friends who happened to share equal parts admiring lust and love or their Uzumaki alpha male, having had many a sleepless night of intense wet dreams, being his personal bitches and baby factories. And who began to waste little to no time booking themselves some sessions in that spring as hey made p,and to give their favourite fox boy, or man rather, a little Amazonian surprise. When bitches wanted their Uzumaki, ooh you bet your ass they’d get their Uzumaki….

[croc-girl-dick]

The Predator Conspiracy.

Just a vorny story explaining the predator conspiracy in my voresonas world ! Features some art too, putting everything under the cut ! Enjoy <3

CW: Oral Vore, kinda graphic digestion, bones, Hyper, gas, and a bit of disposal ! 

Hehe That's me ! Random fox for height ref their about 5"5' so as you can see. I'm Big !

Penny had of course already eaten her usual two people for breakfast on her way to work at the tube station. They were already digested, used up and left filling up a bathroom stall with what was left of them. Overflowing emencly and topped with a skull.

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Two office workers talk in hushed tones around the water cooler, a human man and a much shorter rabbit woman about half the humans height.

"I just can't believe it, I can't believe I didn't see it sooner, its so obvious now..."

"I know, its alot to take in, but its best not to talk of it now, their are predators in the office, it could be dangerous."

The water in the cooler bubbled and rippled with the vibrations of massively heavy footsteps, as the man continued to console the rabbit. The footsteps building until the water was practically sloshing around, As Penny suddenly rounded the corner and stood just a few metres away from the pair. The giant crocodile was easily twice the man's height and her hips were almost as wide as he was tall. They both had to look almost directly up to meet her scolding gaze.

"Uhhh Mi... Miss Barnham ! We were urrm.. we were just getting back to work" stammers the human, faking a smile and gently pushing his friend the rabbit who was frozen in fear

"Aww yeah I'm sorry hun, Keith and.. Beritrice was it ?"

Then Penny bends over at the waist, putting her long crocodilian maw and thick juicy pink lips at eye level with the man.

Her enormous tits each about the size of the smaller rabbit woman bouncing down hanging in the air and dripping with sweat soaked through her thin shirt barely containing them anyway. The man couldn't help but stare.

"Yeah I heard y'all talking and, you've gotta go, hehe." Licking her lips with saliva dripping in great arks to the floor.

Before the man can react pennys jaw snaps swiftly around him, instantly engulfing him head first down to his torso, her left hand casually tucking a lose hair behind her ear, her right hand clasping onto the petrified rabbit. She elegantlty stands up suddenly straight and points her maw upwards letting the man swiftly fall into her couldren of a stomach *ulk* *UrrRrrPPpp* without closing her mouth still wide and upward she raises the rabbit and quickly drops her in, a fleeting taste of her as she plummets past pennys toung and straight down her wide open gullet *ulk*. Then penny relaxes and let's out a little contented sigh "ahhh there we are, problem solved hehehe."

Penny moves on, not at all slowed or hinderd by her new passengers last screams or melting flesh as they quickly suffocated.

She sees a few more of her colleagues, foxes, haveing a chat and saunters over. Farting long and loud as she walks as the pair get to digesting in her sloshing stomach. Barely aware of the gas escaping her ass with each step and yet receiving great pleasure from it.

Needless to say, these coworkers were aware of her noisy approach and greeted her warmly, not knowing she had just killed two people, and politely ignoring her constant flatulence and her obviously hard cock leaking pre down her leg.

"Oh the new girl Beritrice? I haven't seen her hehehehe, she must not have been comfortable here at the office hehehe"

Penny grabs her fat stomach jiggling it enjoy the two people churning and melting into one big boney slop in her stomach *UrrRrrPPpp* and as quick as that with the release of gas and splattering her colliges with siliva, she's not full anymore and feels a twang of hunger shoot from her stomach. "Oops parden me hehe, I'm just soooo hungry hehe its past my lunch !"

So cemented in their brians the idea that predators are just normal people and pose no threat at all, through a lifetime of indoctrination that they can't see the obvious shapes of bodies and bones literally right infront of them, subconsiously refusing to believe it. But that only goes so far...

They chat about work for a little while longer when penny suddenly interrupts.

*BuUrRrrPp* so loud and powerful it sends nearby papers flying. "Ooh, that was another big one hehehe !" She jokes before she realises thier stunned silence, the three foxes are all staring at pile of siliva drenched bones, complete with a freshly bleached rabbit skull, obviously Beatrice.

"Y..you ate her ??!" Stammers one of them.

Penny licked her lips greedily in response

"Mmmm and now I have to eat you three aswell !" *Mwaahh* springing forwards jaw wide in a flash siliva splattering about !

*Gu-Gulp* "oh Penny five people just for lunch you spoil yourself ! But i had to ! Hehe I'm gonna get so fat with all you guys hanging off my body hehe !" She happily swings her buldgeing stomach with the three fresher people above and the well stewed bones below *Uurrp* hehe.

"but I really shouldn't miss actual lunch that's unhealthy, Ill just grab something small from the cafetiera." *GROOWWWLL* ... okay okay ! Ill have alot hehe. She almost skips over to the lifts, but being so huge and extra heavy she barly leaves the floor and shakes the whole office.

Leving the bones and acouple of the foxes clothes in a siliva drenched mess. No prey is smart enough to put together what happened, and an office janitor will be along to tiny up in no time.

--

The blindness of prey society allows even a clutzy bimbo like Penny to maintain the conspiracy. Helped of course by anyone in any position of power being a pred too.

[cha-melodius]

I don't think I've ever had so many WIP Wednesday tags lol. Christ, y'all have been busy. Thank you @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @celaestis1, @welcometololaland (I love reading your targeted tags, btw), @clottedcreamfudge, @kiwiana-writes, @dumbpeachjuice, @cricketnationrise, and @three-drink-amy.

I have decided recently that I'm going to focus on the YGM AU rather than splitting my attention between it and one shots, at least until I get an idea that I can't not write lol. Fandom fest stuff is still on the docket and will get written, but I really feel a mighty need for a juicy multichap right now. So on that note, have some Pez and Haz:

“I really don’t have time for this sort of thing,” Henry sighs, even as he’s carefully knotting his tie in Pez’s bedroom. “Grand opening is in a week.” “Which is exactly why you need this,” Pez argues. He’s already got a glass of champagne dangling from his fingers, which he’d procured as soon as the bar was set up out in the spacious living area of his penthouse. “I’m tired of watching you killing yourself over this. You need a break, pet.” He takes a sip, and a mischievous smile sneaks onto his lips. “Plus, I invited that Alex Claremont-Diaz, from the bookshop.” Henry’s hands still and gapes at Pez in the mirror. “Pez. You didn’t.” “Oh what’s the harm, Hazza? I witnessed that flirting. He likes you.” “He doesn’t know who I am,” Henry grinds out. “Which seems like a situation that’s unlikely to remain true by the end of the night.” Pez flaps his hand in a dismissive gesture in front of him. “So charm the pants off of him and show him Henry Fox-Mountchristen is not the person he thinks he is.” “Easy for you to say,” Henry mutters. He knows his best friend means well, he just doesn’t always think these things through.

All right, tagging (any type of wip!): @celeritas2997, @rmd-writes, @14carrotghoul, @orchidscript, @historicallysam, @indomitable-love, @xthelastknownsurvivorx, @lilythesilly, @nontoxic-writes, @sherryvalli, @petrodobreva, @myheartalivewrites, @leaves-of-laurelin, @daisymae-12, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @wolfpup026, @mirilyawrites, @hummingbee-o0o, @nicijones, and anyone else who wants to share (tag me!)

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Tales of Wolves - Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x OC | Eddie Munson x Karmen Jones

Summary: Eddie is still recovering from his ordeal in The Upside Down and now he's being forced to watch Teen Wolf. Worst year ever. He's not happy about it but Karmen decides after the movie reminds her, to tell him about the time she saw a werewolf. Eddie doesn't believe her... Until she describes it.

Tags: S4 spoilers, Fluff, Joking, Banter, Mentions of Eddie's time in the Psych Ward and mental health struggles, being medicated etc, mentions of toxic relationships (not Kaddie), Eddie's titty tatts.

Words: 3k

Notes: Just another little lore drop. This sits somewhere between Diffident and Flashback.

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1986

Teen Wolf was possibly the most absurd movie Eddie had ever volunteered to watch. Regardless, Michael J. Fox was a treasure and in this juicy chapter of the young actor’s career, he wasn’t playing a character flirting with his own Mother. So all in all, there wasn’t much to complain about. 

Except for the fact that Eddie hadn’t actually volunteered to watch it. It was a ‘ balls in baskets’ kind of movie and he’d been avoiding it since its release a year prior.

He’d heard nothing but good things even from his decidedly ‘Not Jock’ friends but Eddie wasn’t really in the headspace at that particular point in time to concede that he enjoyed a sports movie even if it was really more slice of life.

He’d been recovering at home for a few weeks now after his ordeal in the upside down or as his closest loved ones knew it:

‘The car accident’

He’d also spent some time in the Psych Ward and was now heavily medicated and learning above all else, how to be himself again.

Unfortunately for him, regardless of his fragile mental state his loved ones had apparently decided that what was best for Eddie was to be treated completely normally and as if he was not on the verge of a breakdown at any given moment.

He was displeased that it was working.

Karmen had gone back to teasing him playfully in the last few days. It was payback for the times he had pulled her leg during his healing journey and she had been too afraid to retaliate for fear of him taking it personally and setting his recovery back.

He knew he deserved it but it didn’t stop him being frustrated with himself every time he fell for a silly ploy he might have seen right through months earlier.

He had missed her playfulness for the most part. But such instances of toying with him included her holding a Back to the Future VHS in her arms in Family Video and asking him pointedly if he’d liked to watch a movie starring the aforementioned Mr. Michael Andrew Fox.

He had agreed excitedly without looking at what else she was browsing. Ignoring the smirk on her lips as she dumped the contents into their basket. Figuring she, like him, was just excited to watch the DeLoreon reach 88 miles per hour together for the fourth time since last August.

She knew full well he had been avoiding Teen Wolf and took the opportunity to finally watch it when it was presented to her so readily. Now he was stuck watching the decisively good movie and being annoyed that he was enjoying it when he should probably just be grateful that he was enjoying anything at all at this point in his life.

He was still in the thick of pretending to hate it when Karmen leaned towards him. Not taking her eyes off the hairy man on the screen as she whispered conspiratorially from the corner of her mouth.

“You know, I saw a werewolf once.”

Eddie sighed deeply, reaching for the remote. His interest was piqued but he refused to show it. She knew he wouldn’t be able to resist asking thousands of questions about the casual statement. 

He stopped the movie. Clasping his hands together as he turned to her with a tired expression.

“A werewolf?” He asked simply. Waiting patiently for her to elaborate. 

She would have to be pretty damn convincing to have him fall for it.

“Yeah!” She insisted, nodding earnestly as he narrowed his eyes at her.

“Are you fucking with me?” He asked flatly, feeling like he already knew the answer. “Because you already have my attention, you don’t need to make things up.” He added sarcastically as if he was talking to a child. 

Karmen scoffed at his mocking.

“No!” She exclaimed defiantly. .”Ask John, he saw it too!”

Now that was interesting. He would ask John. Her best friend loved to pull the wool over people’s eyes as well but there was something he loved more than that which Eddie could count on almost infallibly. 

He enjoyed pretending he had no idea what Karmen was talking about and making her look stupid. Gas-lighting, Karmen would call it in the future after she learned about it on TikTok. But in the jovial banter kind of way where he later admitted he was just being silly. Not in the kind of way Eddie’s Dad did, where he doubled down until the other person believed him and started to think they were crazy.

Eddie wasn’t sure it was really any better but he’d heard enough stories about the more colorful moments of Karmen’s friendship with John over the years to understand that she hadn’t exactly been all roses, no thorns the entire time either. Mostly he believed that it just wasn’t really his business.

He would ask John about the ‘werewolf’ before giving any kind of satisfying reaction to Karmen. Whether the man felt like playing or not in the moment, Eddie would find out the truth definitively within the week. 

The other man always showed his hand eventually, unlike Karmen. For as bad as she was at lying when it mattered, she could keep up a ruse for weeks if it brought her enjoyment. 

“Where were you then?” Eddie questioned, refusing to fall for her trickery for a second time in one day.

She was tatting his tits or whatever the saying was. Not the good kind of tit tatts either like demons and spiders.

“Over near the trailer park actually. It was super late at night. We were the only ones on the road.” She explained simply, making Eddie snicker.

“Okay so you’re definitely fucking with me.” He said knowingly, rolling his eyes as she shrugged her shoulders at him adamantly.

“I’m not!” She laughed, tapping him on the arm as he held up the remote, ready to restart the movie. “It wasn’t too long before I met you.”

"Convenient." Eddie smirked, hitting play and jumping when she snatched the remote from him and stopped the movie again. He reached for it, fingers coming just shy as she lobbed it over her shoulder. The sound of it thumping into the cushions behind her drowned out by Eddie’s groan.

“Look. I know what I saw!” She argued, crossing her arms over her chest as he resigned himself to taking the bait.

“Alright, tell me about it then.” He said half-heartedly, not wanting to sound too curious but being hit with a stab of guilt as the smile on her face faltered. “What?” He asked after a moment of silence. Suddenly regretting his choice of indifference. “You know I’m just fucking with you, right?” He asked quickly, placing a reassuring hand on her thigh. “I’m actually very interested.” 

It was insane how fast she could catch him in her snare with a small pout.

Karmen chuckled at that. Nodding that she knew he was just playing.

“It’s not you.” She explained, biting at her lip as she turned to look at him with dark eyes.

“What?” He asked again, confused this time as he studied her face and she shrugged. Her smile slipped back into place as if it had never left.

“Well, I actually don’t know what I saw.” She admitted softly. “But ‘werewolf’ was as close as we could come up with.” She said scandalously, widening her eyes as he stared at her with intrigue. 

“What does that mean?” He asked, with a shake of his head. “What did it look like?”

Karmen huffed at the question.

“You’re going to think I’m mental.”

~~

1984

“You know you can always call me but Jesus Christ this is getting ridiculous.” John sighed, his hands tight on the steering wheel of his 70s pick up as he navigated the dark winding roads that lead them from the outskirts of Hawkins back into the town center.

“You didn’t have to come.” Karmen replied bitterly, not looking up as she stared blankly out the passenger side window.

“No?” John asked incredulously. “And where would you have ended up if I didn’t?”

She didn’t answer. John rolled his eyes at her silence.

“That’s what I thought.” He murmured, making her sniff. 

“I’ll call someone else next time.” She mumbled, frustrated by the lecture. She’d called him specifically because he was the least likely to lecture her.

“No, don’t do that shit!” He exclaimed.

“What?” She hissed as he shook his head at her.

“That toxic crap.” He answered simply. Putting on a voice as he continued. “Guess I’m just the worst Mom ever then.” He said dumbly. “It’s bullshit. You know you need to calm down and you’re mad because I’m pointing it out.”

“I don’t need your opinions John, I need a ride.” Karmen snapped, finally turning in her seat to face him.

“The stipulation of the ride is that you have to listen to my opinions.” He retorted, screwing up his face at her as she huffed defiantly.

“You know what!” She said angrily. “Pull over! I’ll just wal–”

A flash of gray darted in front of the headlights. Both occupants of the car gasped in unison as John slammed his foot down on the break. The tires screeched against the asphalt as they came to a grinding halt in the middle of the country road on the outskirts of town. 

They lurched forwards in their seats, both sitting back up and blinking in confusion as they started out the front of the car. The bug-sprayed windscreen suddenly all too clear as the silence in the vehicle consumed them.

Disbelieving eyes were wide, gazing towards the fog that rose from the road in front of them. Swirling in the beams from the headlights and encircling the reason they had come to such a sudden stop.

The creature stood about thirty inches tall. The vague shape of a dog with strange backward knees and long feet that looked more human than paws.

It was smooth like one of those hairless cats. Slick rolls of skin covering the entirety of its body.

Karmen inhaled shakily in the silence of the car. Bottom lip trembling as she started at the road in front of them. Her blood had run cold. Fear tingled along her spine, making goosebumps appear all over her body as her tongue darted out to lick at her dry lips.

She exhaled shakily, body quaking as a cloud of fog blew through her lips and her eyes flicked towards John to make sure he could see it too.

“What is…” He breathed, still staring out the windscreen as the creature moved suddenly and they both jumped back in their chairs. Their hands scrambling to find one another as they watched it bend its long strangely shaped legs.

It knelt down, giant head tilting as if it was inspecting the headlights but… It didn’t seem to have eyes.

Karmen’s hand shook in John’s and he squeezed it tighter, revealing to her as he did so that he was trembling too.  

They both moved their heads along with the animal. Two sets of wide eyes, unblinking as they observed it nod its head several times towards the direction of the car as if sniffing the air. 

Its large cumbersome head seemed too big for its body. Strange folds came to a point in the middle where its nose should be. It reminded Karmen of a flower ready to bloom.

Its janky movements continued to startle them as it suddenly stood up straight. Reminiscent of a dog that heard a whistle on a frequency they couldn’t and suddenly as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. 

It bounded away towards the side of the road. Disappeared from the streaks of light emanating from John’s car and blended with the shadows. Leaving them aghast, frightened and questioning for years to come if they had actually seen what they thought they had or if it had been a late night trick of the mind.

~~

1986

“I think if John hadn’t been there I would have convinced myself I didn’t actually see it. I was pretty drunk.” Karmen admitted softly. “But every few months I ask him if it really happened and he assures me it did.” She laughed bitterly. “I Kind of wish he’d lie to me to be honest.” 

Eddie stared at her with hard eyes. His jovial demeanor had disappeared completely as he listened to her story. The familiarity of the description made his own blood run cold.

It wasn’t a werewolf.

It was a Demodog. 

Described by her just as Dustin had described them to him.

The realization that Karmen had experienced even a slither of the horrors he had. The horrors he continued to keep from her…

That she had unknowingly been so close… So goddamn close to being ripped apart. If John hadn’t picked her up. If she’d had the chance to get out of the car before he could stop her... 

She would have been eaten alive. Named another unexplained missing person. More backstory to his own Lore without him ever actually meeting her. 

Never getting to know her as he did now.

It made tears brim at the edges of his vision. 

The knowledge that for the year before they actually met, they had been so close and yet so goddamn far. 

Always intertwining. As though they were meant to meet and endure this together.

He was glad she didn’t have to live through the things he did. Although he had an inkling she would have handled them just a touch better than he did. But there was a selfish part of him that wished they had met even earlier. That perhaps if they’d been together longer, something would have rubbed off on him and he would have somehow avoided the entire mess in the first place as she always seemed to manage without even knowing she was doing it.

Even though he knew deep down that not being together on the night Chrissy died had been pure coincidence and regardless of the length of their relationship, he probably would have played that stupid game the same way and won the same stupid prize.

It was nice to think that maybe there was an alternate universe version of Eddie out there that hadn’t gone back to his trailer with Chrissy that night and instead had told her he had somewhere else to be. Returning to Karmen’s place and going to bed at a reasonable time. Waking up in the morning and watching the news together about the Hawkins High Student that had been murdered in their own home overnight and theorizing with each other about who had done it.

Although he supposed that probably meant there was another alternate version of himself out there that never woke up again after passing out in Dustin’s arms.

He wondered what the Karmen in that universe was up to right now.

“Eddie?” Karmen asked softly. 

“Huh?” He asked dumbly, being wrenched from his thoughts by a soft hand on his cheek, covering the scars he’d acquired from a creature so similar to the one she described. But instead of a giant head with seemingly no features it had sharp little fangs it bared readily as it prepared to sink into his flesh.

She chuckled in a way that he could tell was belittling of herself. A spiteful sound as she dropped her hand and shook her head in his direction.

“You think I’m crazy right?” She asked, a murmur of a question as Eddie gasped at her statement. 

Another parallel. His own words parroted back at him unknowingly.

“No.” He assured her, a whisper of a word. He wanted to say more. To reassure her whole-heartedly that he believed her. That he understood in a way she couldn’t even begin to imagine.

That he knew she was telling the truth.

Was this it?

The moment where he finally let his mask slip?

Where he cracked and divulged all of the dreadful, nasty secrets that plagued him. The horrors that he suffered through alone in the dead of night and resealed the lid on in the light of day. Using all his strength to shove the door to his memories closed and leaning his back up against it as he caught his breath and prayed that one day it would stay locked on its own.

“Ask John about it.” Karmen said again, sounding defeated and seemingly oblivious to his plight. “Although there is a chance he will take the opportunity to make me look crazy for fun.” She admitted with a laugh, fishing for the remote she’d thrown behind her and settling back against the couch.

“I believe you.” Eddie said earnestly, his throat dry as he forced the words forward. All he could think of to say without stepping away from the door and accidentally letting it fall open in a way he had wanted to since he’d woken up in the hospital weeks earlier. 

“Sure.” Karmen said half-heartedly. Reluctantly choosing to believe, that he believed, for her own sanity. “Anyway.” She segwayed feebly, pressing play on the remote once more and turning back to the movie as Eddie continued to stare at her with a deep set frown on his features.

“You know I–”

“Do you think his dick gets hairy?” Karmen asked frankly, cutting him off to avoid hearing any more of his fawning. He could not believe her all he liked, she knew what she saw. 

Sort of.

He didn’t have to keep reassuring her she wasn’t insane.

Eddie shut his mouth at the question. Feeling a strange mix of frustration and yet relief, that he’d been interrupted as he turned the key. Having time to let it go and back away from the door before it was his turn to speak again. Choosing once more to leave it locked and not let her inside.

“Werewolves have dog dicks don’t they?” He asked after a moment, turning himself back to the TV too as Karmen shrugged in reply.

“What about when they’re human?” She queried, watching as a good looking blonde threw herself at the handsome young man that she was struggling to believe was ‘the school nerd’.

Maybe art really did imitate life.

“Mm.” Eddie hummed. “Probably a normal human schlong with an abnormal amount of pubes.” He conceded leaning in to whisper conspiratorially as she had done earlier.

“You know I saw one of those once.” He murmured, making her laugh.

“Sure you did Eddie.” She grinned sarcastically.

“I know what I saw.” He countered quietly, raising his shoulders as he wrapped an arm around her and settled in to watch the rest of the film.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep the door closed but he’d decided one thing over the last few treacherous weeks of recovery. That if he ever did decide to open it, he needed backup.

~

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[coldshinypearl]

reiji sakamaki x reader

The perfect bride

one shot

part 2

NSFW!

he has got her now. And he won’t simply let go. They run away together from the ball and as he drags her with him she just wishes that he has mercy.

disclaimers: [y/n] instert with some physical descriptions, suggestive descriptions and content, blood sucking, inappropriate language, symptoms of social anxiety, fingering, choking, over stimulation.

-“you….have chosen me..?” [y/n] responds with her vulnerable soft voice, still trying to comprehend his words.

She softens her eyes as a look of fear paints her face, her hands tremble and her breath shortens as she as she cannot formulate an idea of what his may move is.

-“As my bride.” His cold tone speaks once again, this time making her spine freeze from shivers.

Now it was all clear what his plan was, certainly it was an immense honor to be the queen, but it was all so sudden!

-“As your bride? You mean me as the queen?” [y/n] repeated once again speaking her mind as she looked directly at him.

Reiji nodded keeping his smirk and arms crossed gazing at her like a prey.

[y/n] looked down, holding her hands together like she was searching for support and couldn’t find it, almost fainted when she heard his sharp words.

Of course a loving husband and important titles were what she most wanted, not to mention the envy looks she would get from all the other debutants that have been rejected by him.

But he hadn’t even asked properly for her hand! She always knew that the second prince of Karlheinz was known for his coldness and sharp looks, and also for constantly looking at himself above everything and everyone.

Her thoughts were interrupted by his matured voice.

-“That being said i will have your luggage transferred in my palace at once.” Reiji said once again reaching his fist inside his coat to check the time on his pocket watch.

[y/n] flinched again and looked up at him.

-“R-right now? I never said i was to marry you your majesty!” [y/n]’s trembling voice came out at one breath speaking her inner thoughts, just when she saw his corrupted expression she understood that he had heard her stutter and insolence.

Reiji sharpened his eyes and gazed at her, his smirk melted.

The air was colder once she finished talking, and his anger was visible.

-“I have chosen you. That is all.” Reiji spoke.

Looking directly at her pupils sending shivers and cold sweat in her body, but certainly.

Another feeling that couldn’t be hidden was his pleasure to her afraid reactions.

All the flinches and gasps, and the stutters made his decision only more sensed.

For how much [y/n] was afraid of him, she knew that staying silent would’ve only made her position lower than he considered.

-“Your majesty i just came back from an immense journey, marriage is the last thing i would desire right now.” [y/n] spoke once again fixing her tone as she tried to be heard.

Reiji crossed his arms once again, all that arrogance had him flamed with rage, but also intrigued.

He wondered how dared she to speak with such insolence to none other than the King.

Acting like white-trash with someone so worthy like him.

-“I couldn’t give less importance to your say.”

He said keeping a calm tone but an angered look.

He stepped closer to her figure and she yet flinched again.

They locked at each other’s eyes, his magenta sparkling irises looked like a juicy and forbidden fruit, and it was gazing her like his eyes were trapping her in a prison.

[y/n] stepped back, her back shivering as it met the quartz cold pilaster of the pavilion.

He stepped closer making their figures being only inches away, he placed his clothed hands reached to the sides of the pilaster blocking her moves.

He looked deeply in her eyes, she looked like a little bunny being cornered by a fox.

As their mouths were only centimeters away, her lips trembled along with her whole body.

-“Y-your majesty….what if someone was to see us…?” [y/n] whined, stuttering once again her words.

Reiji chuckled, a dark monstrous giggle that made her guts dry.

-“Isn’t it only right to strut my bride?” He claimed smirking at her fear, knowing all the exact effects that he caused her.

[y/n] blinked more than once when he pronounced those words so flawlessly, ignoring the weight they had.

She looked around nervously, her cheeks warming as they became rose from embarrassment.

-“Is it not?” He repeated claiming an answer, as he spoke his clothed hand moved from the pillar and grabbed gently her chin, lifting it up to him and forcing her to look at him.

[y/n] took a deep breath between the gasps and uneasy breaths, her chest rised and then lowed.

-“it…is..” [y/n] answered the only words the wanted to hear.

As she braced herself for the worst she continued to breath uneasily, she finally understood that she gave him complete access.

His smirk widened at those words, the grip in her chin became tighter, he harshly moved her head to the side as she gasped.

His finger traced her bare pale neck, his head got closer to her skin.

He inhaled the caramelized perfume of her neck, her skin to thin that it almost didn’t pop from her nervousness.

His hand lowed from the chin to her neck itself grabbing it not putting any pressure in it.

He opened his thin and purplish lips, and with a smirk, his pointy white fangs sinked inside her neck, like a knife in a cube of meat.

She gasped and let out a whimper at that sudden move, feeling the pain and pleasure of his fangs being stuck in her bloody meat. She squeezed her eyes and slightly opened her lips allowing another whimper to fall from her voice.

His breath trembled when he started to drink her pure and thick blood, loosening his composure his other hand traced her back and the laces of her corset.

His brows corrupted down tasting like an expensive dish her blood, letting his palate embrace that sugary and creamy liquid.

With a smooch sound he let go of her neck, his fangs still covered in her blood and some drops of sweat on his neck, [y/n] looked at him as the arousal began to infect the scent around her.

His finger caressed her cheek as she slowly melted like warm honey at his touch.

His hands went reaching for her puffed sleeves and slide them down her arms revealing her shoulders.

She looked at his movements still with a frightened expression and gasped when he revealed her skin.

-“Let your king admire you.” He said unzipping her gown.

Her dress still remained on her body but loosed revealing more of her skin, as he undid her corset her hands went on his shoulders gently caressing them hoping to calm his instincts down.

He smirked at her and enjoyed her scared expression as he slowly seduced her pure spirit.

His hand traced back and slid inside her skirt holding her back, and his other went on his mouth, with his fangs he slid the glove off his hand as the pure white color of the fabric began to sink in the blood of his fangs.

Reiji spit the glove on the grass and harshly forced two of his fingers inside her mouth. His long fingers moved inside her mouth being cornered by her hot wet tongue.

Her pale hands held onto his hand that was tormenting her mouth trying to diminish the fast movements.

Little thin tears fell from her eyes that looked directly at him, a needy and fragile look posed on his harsh and dominant manner.

Reiji snatched his fingers from her mouth leaving her gasping, how he enjoyed those desperate reaches for air when she was so aroused.

-“Settle down or they’ll hear your scent.” Reiji ordered as his wet piping hand ripped her soaking panties off from her womanhood.

At that her eyes widened, this was the very first time someone ever treated her with such no respect, but still her arousal won over her will when fresh air touched her dripping and needy clitoris.

His wet hand cupped completely her womanhood, he moved his fingers around her pink clitoris gently stroking on the soft tips.

[y/n] moaned softly when he started to move and held tightly onto the fabric of his coat leaving her mouth wide open.

-“I can feel you pulsing.” Reiji said once again embarrassing her.

Without any warning he stretched slightly her hole and sticked inside his middle dripping finger, feeling it warming from her sides.

[y/n] looked at him with widened eyes as her mouth went completely open, whining softly she corrupted her expression letting her eyes talk for her needs.

Reiji slid inside a second finger feeling her inner g-spot pulsing.

He started to move his fingers inside and out her hole, scissoring for good inside and stroking properly all of her inner spots.

He moved so right inside of her depths one would have guessed he wasn’t a stranger to her womanhood.

He moved inside of her with an unnatural speed that made her toes curl inside the expensive footwear, and her eyes blank.

-“S-…Slower..! Slower..! Please…!~” [y/n] whined feeing the stimulation come too soon and fast before she could’ve properly acknowledge it.

Reiji chuckled at her spouted words.

-“And why would i listen to your moaned words? Speak properly if you want to be heard.” He said with a sharp tone almost making fun of her and her feelings.

[y/n] gasped for air as her grip on his coat tightened.

Reiji snatched the fingers out of her at once, [y/n] almost fell in relief, her hair sticked to her neck as it soaked in sweat.

She closed her eyes finally breathing again, then suddenly.

She heard a clinging sound, when she opened her eyes she saw his belt being undone, she widened when she understood his wills.

Reiji slid off his underwear revealing his pulsing manhood.

His long and pale manhood, that was dripping from pre cum from the tip and looked piping hot.

It looked hard and erect as it stood before her bare womanhood under the gown.

Without any signal he picked her on his arms letting his hands cup her tighs, instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Her skirt’s length fell of the grass and lifting to her stomach letting her bare womanhood finally enjoy of spirited breathing.

Reiji forced his length in all at once as her arousal fluid served as lubricant.

-“What has got you so soaking wet that it made it so easy for me to slip in?”

[y/n] moaned when she felt a bigger grip inside of her, her cheeks went red and her eyes teary, along with her hair that was now slightly undone.

[y/n] looked at his eyes directly as her hands placed on his cheeks, gently caressing them as now her vision went softer when se saw him.

Reiji saw her becoming docile under his touch and smirked.

He began to gently stroke her hair, and then slowly place it behind her back, leaving her chest bare.

As he began to thrust inside of her, he slowly and harshly rubbed his manhood all over her inner walls, almost like marking her for getting used to his shape.

Their heads closed to eachother, and then their lips fell inside a genuine kiss.

She moved her lips slowly almost trying to eat his lips, her tongue reached inside of his mouth searching for his, their tongues finally touched and began caressing the other.

It quickly turned into a harsh and violent kiss where Reiji held her chin up from her neck and pushed it behind in the pillar.

Almost as if he was trying to choke her, she smiles at her struggles as her trembling hands reached for his hands on her neck.

His thrusts increased their speed as he harshly rubbed inside of her, all the worries of being caught or of what the others would’ve thought of her started to dissolve slowly as her pleasure increased.

The more the went in the more she felt her walls tightening and his length plump inside of her.

She whined when that happened and a little tear finally watered her warm cheeks.

His thrusts started to become unnaturally violent and fast, almost as if he was searching for something inside of her.

She felt it going closer and closer to her sweet point, the one hidden that would’ve clarified their relationship.

At her surprise he hit it.

He clenched his manhood deep inside of her pushing it in her walls as it reached parts of her, he continued to violently hit her inner part as she felt her orgasm only increase.

She tightened around his length as her walls pulsed more from the stimulation.

Warm shivers ran upon her legs almost causing her to fell, his thrusts became so fast her voice broke while moaning.

-“Y-yes..~” [y/n] whispered while catching deep breaths as her orgasm was coming.

Reiji chuckled, a dark and terrifying chuckle that embarrassed her even more, knowing that he heard her pleasure inside and out.

-“I couldn’t be more glad to know you’re enjoying this…” His sharp and sensual tone spoke to her.

Reiji reached for her ear and whispered his words, his mouth posing on her ear as he spoke the words blowing.

-“To think that someone so heedful would let herself pleasure like this in a public space… Makes me wonder if you’re so perverse like you look…” He said blowing every single word on her ear making her eyes roll back.

At his shameless words her pleasure increased being only seconds away from her climax, the feeling became almost velvety.

And then, just like a wave her orgasm ravished her, feeling it on her whole body her breasts petals swollen and her legs almost fell from her trembling.

A long and soft moan left her mouth as she bit on his coat’s sleeve for covering, her breathing became uneasy again as she tried to catch her breath.

She closed her eyes and let her head rest on his chest.

Reiji patted her head and looked down at her as he picked her up.

-“Would you like to retire home now?” Reiji asked smirking knowing the answer already.

[y/n] looked up at him.

-“T-that would be wonderful…” [y/n] said in a string of voice as she tried to speak from still not having regained her energies.

[lelestarmy]

Fallen Flower Chapter 12

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

{Word Count: 647}

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As you stood in Jeongin's room, wrapping your scarf around your neck to ward off the crisp morning chill, his tail instinctively wrapped around your waist. You felt a shiver run down your spine, partly due to the sudden intimacy and partly because of the faint mark on your neck, a subtle reminder of the fox's attention the night before.

Jeongin's eyes narrowed, his ears drooping in a sulk as he watched you slip on your shoes. "Can't you just miss your morning class?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

You flashed him a reassuring smile, knowing you couldn't afford to skip classes, unlike Jeongin. "No, I have a packed schedule this week," you explained, lightly pecking his cheek before making a swift exit. As you shut the door behind you, you caught Jeongin's low growl, a sound that sent a thrill through your veins.

With a deep breath, you made your way to college, hoping to avoid running into any of the guys. As you walked into your first class, you felt a temporary reprieve from the drama that had unfolded over the weekend.

Later that morning, you headed to the library to gather some materials for an assignment. Unbeknownst to you, three male hybrids – Felix, Han, and Hyunjin – trailed behind, their eyes fixed on you from a distance.

As you turned a corner, you collided with someone, letting out a startled yelp. Your eyes widened in alarm as you took in the sight of Han, his face etched with concern, flanked by Felix and Hyunjin. The sudden jolt sent your ears drooping in embarrassment.

"Ynnie! Where have you been?" Han demanded, his voice tinged with sadness. But before you could respond, Hyunjin and Han's faces contorted in confusion as they caught the scent of a male on you. Hyunjin's eyes went wide, and he let out a thunderous gasp.

"Jeongin!" he exclaimed, the pieces falling into place. You glanced up at Han, whose expression had darkened into betrayal, and your ears drooped further in shame.

Han's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he asked, "Y/nnie, why didn't you tell us you were going to be at Jeongin's all weekend?" His face scrunched up adorably, making him look like a mischievous kid trying to solve a puzzle. As he studied your reaction, his gaze intensified, and he couldn't help but notice the deep red flush spreading across your cheeks.

Suddenly, Hyunjin's presence beside Han seemed to amplify the tension, making you feel like you were under a microscope. Han's eyes locked onto yours, his eyebrows quirking upwards in anticipation. "Soo, how was it?" he probed, his ears perked up like a rabbit's, as if he was about to devour every juicy detail you were willing to share about your weekend escapades with Jeongin.

The bell's sudden ring pierced the air, signaling the end of the library session, and you felt a rush of relief wash over you. As you began to pack up your belongings, Han and Hyunjin's faces fell, their curiosity about your weekend getaway with Jeongin left unfulfilled. They reluctantly stood up, their eyes fixed on you with a hint of disappointment, and started heading towards the exit. That's when Felix caught your attention, sending you a sly wink that seemed to say, "I know your secret, and it's safe with me." His lips curled up into a knowing smile as he turned to leave the library with you, his pace casual, but his gesture speaking volumes about the unspoken bond between you two. Before falling into step beside you, and together you made your way out of the library, leaving Han and Hyunjin to wonder what they had missed. The sound of their disappointed sighs and murmurs followed you out into the bustling hallway, where the smell of freshly waxed floors and the chatter of students filled the air.

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