#she devours nom

[azrail-emer]

Was still hungry after soup at Olive Garden, so I took the entire salad bowl.

The waiter gave me a look. 😭

(I think the couple next table watched me. 💀 I’m so sorry for ruining your date.)

-Azz

[fix-me-sixteen]

how dare you forget to post this

There’s a possibility I forgot to post this. Um.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Devour

➾In Which: He's watching. He's drooling. He's so hungry. He's so pent up. He can't decide which way he'd rather devour you.

RATED X. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

Star's Fairytale July

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, historical fantasy, DEAD DOVE

➯non-con disclaimer: non-con is NOT okay in real life. this is ONLY EVER acceptable in FICTIONAL settings (and even then it's fucked up)

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: a spin on "Little Red Riding Hood", werewolf yunho / red riding hood reader, reader is smart and cautious but not enough, maybe soul mates (you decide lmao), stalking, yunho eats humans + has enhanced speed and strength + has retractable fangs and claws, fangs and claws put to use against reader (no major injuries) and her grandma (nom-nom-nomming on that granny: he eats her off screen), reader implied to be younger than yunho, forced claiming, crazy size difference. ಠ_ಠnon-con to dub-con, marathon, big ol knot, spit (everywhere), biting and hickeys everywhere, yunho is not only a monster but a needy and nasty one, yuyu insane breeding kink, rough + soft, sweaty, cunnilingus, only slight attempts from yunho to make it even a bit bearable at first, forced orgasm, overstimulation + subsequent dumbification, nasty kissing, copious amounts of werewolf cum, pet names: variations of pretty, little, sweet, thing, precious, girl, deer (yes, as in the animal)

➯a/n: someone said "you can always trust star to cook" and i haven't stopped thinking about it since, i hope i cooked well enough for yall to eat this up kkkkk here's the first fairytale, enjoy <3 ➯a/n2: i don't trust the queue not to eat this so im posting it early ! happy july lmaoooo

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18+, MINORS WILL BE EATEN BY WOLVES.

"Are you certain that you remember the path to take?" Your mother fusses over you as she pulls your crimson cloak over your shoulders.

It's the dead of winter, and you're layered up to stay warm on your journey; gloved hands holding your wicker basket tightly.

"Yes, mother. I've been walking it since I was a girl."

"It's been a while, perhaps- yes, perhaps I should just come with you!" You grab her hand as she goes to grab her own coat, smiling reassuringly at her.

"Really," you say with a shrug, "I can make it on my own. You need to stay and tend to the shop. I will be back before long."

She drops her arm with a sigh, nodding slowly, "I shall hold you to that. Don't linger with her too long, you may catch the retched sickness."

"Harsh, mother," you laugh a bit as you pull her into a hug, "I will take good care of her and return home safely."

"You're such a blessing," she smiles, rubbing your back for a moment before pulling back. "Off you get, before you lose the light."

You give her a final smile and head out the door, hearing her yell after you.

"Stay on the path!"

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The hunger is getting near unbearable.

Nearly as bad as the aching in his knot — begging to swell up and lock into something warm.

Yunho stumbles his way closer to the cleared path. He knows it's dangerous. It's off-limits. Humans would try to kill him if they caught onto his lineage. And in his state; they might even be successful.

But the hunger outweighs the nagging in the back of his head that tells him it's a bad idea.

Game is few and far between with such freezing temperatures. And the more time that passes, the weaker he gets. The less likely he is to be able to catch those pesky rabbits that practically taunt him when they scurry away.

Just his luck that he would start rutting during a hunting dry-spell. He needs more energy than ever — and he needs a mate. He'd been toughing it out for the past few years on his own and his wolf is beyond tired of it.

He crouches down just a bit far away from the path, zoning in on it with his sharp vision.

Nothing. He expected as much. Not a lot of humans would venture out of their villages during weather like this.

But — he hears you.

He hears you before he sees you; his ears practically twitching at the sound of small bells.

Food. Food. Food. His wolf chants.

He leans on his palms, looking up and down the length of the path quickly. Where? Where?

He sniffs the air, already standing up straight the very millisecond he gets a whiff of your scent. Swallowing his gathering saliva; he follows it. Using the trees as cover so you'd never see him coming.

He sees you before you even know he's there.

Wandering at a leisurely but meaningful pace, red hood of your cloak hiding your face from the cold — and from him. The jingling bells are attached to the belt on your waist, sounding off with each of your steps; to ward off predators.

You smart thing, you.

Only, it did the exact opposite with this particular predator.

Food. Food. F-

His eyes can't help but fall to the way your skirts move with every step, every small sway of your hips. His lip twitches upward as his fangs push through his gums, a low snarl coming up his throat that makes you stop in your tracks.

Mate. Mate. Mate. The incessant voice in his mind pounds against his head.

Drool slides out of the corner of his mouth without his knowledge, and he barely has the wits about him to duck when you turn to the source of the noise. He crawls ever closer, silent as a mouse, grinning wide as you reach into your cloak and pull out a small dagger from your hip.

He likes when humans have a little fire in them.

Whether he's fucking them or eating them, he likes it when they put up a little bit of a fight.

Will you drive the knife into him if he sinks his teeth into you? Will you try to crawl away if he mounts you here in the dirt?

He can't decide which one he wants the answer to more. His stomach is praying for food, but his cock is already twitching with undeniable need.

He'll have to watch a little longer.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You can feel... something watching you as you continue on the path.

You try to look around your surroundings. It's just you and the quiet wilderness; no predators to be seen.

You tuck your cloak behind your knife so you can reach it easier and continue on your way.

It's starting to get colder even as the sun just begins its decent. You still have time to make it to your grandmothers home before dark.

You let your mind wander to her as you keep looking around your surroundings diligently. It's been only a few months since you've seen her, but it does feel like a lifetime. Maybe you'll try again to convince her to move away the home your grandfather build for her. It's not safe to be alone so far away from people.

She's just so stubborn. She doesn't want to leave the last thing left of her late husband. Perhaps —

You stop and look around, smiling to yourself as you see some winter flowers a little off the path. Grandmother would appreciate some.

Yunho watches curiously from the other side of the path, inching ever closer to keep his eyes trained on you as you kneel by a patch of purple flowers; drawing your knife to cut the stems.

Your hood keeps slipping further down your face, and you let out a quiet sigh of annoyance before you pull it down.

He was about to take advantage of your distracted and vulnerable position to ambush you when you move the fabric back from your face. He stills immediately, backing back into the woods.

Smart and pretty. And... soft. Soft, that must be the word he's looking for to describe how you look as you gently handle the flowers.

Smart, pretty, soft.

Just what he likes.

Mate! Mate! Mate! His wolf makes up his mind for him, and he springs into action just as you stand.

He runs as fast and as quietly as he can, and he's clearly efficient because he gets well ahead of you without you ever hearing him.

He slumps himself against the trunk of a tree and sprawls his legs out in front of him, ruffling his hair before he rests his head against the bark.

It takes you a few minutes to reach him. He has his eyes closed, but he can hear your steady footsteps falter as you catch a glimpse of him.

He bites his tongue to stop the smirk that wants to come out as you cautiously grow closer; your heartbeat in his ears like a drum over the silence of the forrest around you.

"Fellow?"

He pulls his eyes open quickly, like he's been awakened, stumbling to stand up. He doesn't miss the way you back up. Such a smart girl you must be. And you have such a sweet voice.

"Are-" You hesitate for a moment as he stands to his full height — much taller than yourself even as you stand a few long strides away. "Are you alright?"

"Oh," he stutters like he doesn't know what to say; looking around. "I fear that... that I might be lost."

"Lost?" You ask slowly, looking him up and down, "how have you gotten lost?" He looks suspiciously put together for someone lost in the woods.

"I was just going for a walk and I seem to have gotten turned around." Wrong. He knows exactly how many steps in what exact direction to take to get home. But first — he has to have you.

You hold the basket a little tighter, your instincts tell you that something is... off about this man.

"Could you tell me which way to the nearest village?" He steps forward slowly and nearly moans at how appetizing you smell up close.

"Uhm," he notes that you don't look away as you point behind you. Smart, smart, pretty human. Not stupid like the others who had the misfortune of turning their back to him. "About... four hours that a'way."

"Four...?" He sighs, digging his hands into his pockets like he's cold. He's anything but. He's burning up with the urge to knot you until you give him pups —

He pauses for real. Pups? He's never thought of that with any other person he's wanted to mount.

Maybe it's your awareness, your intelligence when it comes to survival. You'd be good at protecting pups. You keep your shoulders squared and him in your gaze at all times.

Maybe it's how cute you are. Like a deer caught in a hunters aim, blissfully unaware.

Maybe... how good you look in red? He could imagine you all bloody with the gore of his kills —

"-llo?" You tilt your head, eyeing him with mistrust clear in your eyes.

"F-forgive me, I've been a bit... fuzzy. I'm terribly hungry, I've been on the path for a few days." He eyes you just as intently, with hunger in his.

Your eyes flick for a single millisecond, looking back the way you came. If he hadn't eaten in days, he'll never make it to your village.

He's closer when you look back to him, making you jump. But he doesn't say anything, he doesn't even look like he's moved a muscle despite the obvious shrunken distance between you. You force yourself to brush it off.

"I'm on the way to my grandmothers house... It's a much shorter journey, if you would like to find your footing there? I'm sure she can make something filling for you to eat so you can find your way home."

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Eat the grandmother and fuck the girl. Fill your stomach and then fill hers.

"Would you be so kind?" He asks with soft eyes, making you misjudge him. Misleading you into doing so.

Despite your instincts telling you to do otherwise, you nod. "Certainly. It would be disgraceful of me to leave someone out in the cold."

Oh, he will disgrace you in more ways than you can imagine.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Yunho, as he told you, keeps a respectful distance as you lead the way to your grandmothers house.

Small talk is made, but it doesn't things less... tense.

You really do look like a deer in the way that your muscles tense whenever he gets a little too close. When your eyes widened a bit when his hand brushed against yours and took the basket, insisting he carry it for you — it's the least he can do.

It takes every ounce of his self control not to take you right on the path. He wants to be at his full energy so he can really breed you.

And that's what he's decided will be happening. He will eat your grandmother, take you, and drag you back to his home. You are his now, he's made up his mind.

The more time you spend together, the more he looks forward to having you be his mate. For more than just his rut. For ever.

You are smart. You don't reveal extremely personal information, even when he tries to subtly draw it from you. You keep your cloak out of the way of your daggers handle so you can quickly grab it. You never let him get behind you — never let yourself get in a vulnerable position. If he slows down, so do you.

You offer him some bread, you say you baked it yourself. You can provide. He likes meat much more than anything else, but he takes a bite. It's perfect. Soft and fluffy and just a touch of sweetness. He has to bite back a purr of approval.

He tries to get a glimpse at your body under the bundles of fabric over you, but the most he gets it to see how wide your hips are when you press your hands on them. Gods, he wants to grab them. You'll be perfect to drag over his cock, to birth his children.

His wolf is getting impatient. Howling in pain and annoyance.

Right now? Do it now. Now? Yunho, what are you doing? Fuck her now! Claim! Claim her!

If you notice his silence in the last twenty minutes of the walk, you must attribute it to his tiredness and hunger. You don't even think about the possibility of the man being a werewolf. The possibility that he's keeping his lips sealed so you don't notice his fangs.

He's never felt the urge to breed someone — let alone claim them as a lifelong mate. But you? Oh, you... He's going to. He needs to.

He almost collapses with relief when he sees the small cottage in the distance. It's adorable the way your pace picks up. Not knowing you're bringing along death and chaos with you.

"Nana?" You knock on the door a few times before opening it slowly. "Nana, it's (Y/n)! I've brought some medicine from the village."

"My (Y/n)?" Your grandmother shuffles in with a smile on her wrinkled face. "Oh, I would love to hug you, my little angel! But I do not want to give you the sickness-" Her eyes lock on the man who has to quite literally duck to fit into her front door. "Who is this?"

"Oh, grandmother! This is Yunho, he was on the path, he's been lost for quite some time."

He nods politely. Thanking her for inviting him in, she assumes — but really he's thanking her because he's about to eat her.

Her sickness or age doesn't give him any hesitation. He can't catch human viruses, and he finds that meat all tastes the same regardless of age; as long as it's fresh.

"Here," you turn and pull the basket from Yunho's grasp, giving him a small glare when he doesn't immediately hand it over — it makes him want you even more. "I've brought you some herbal medicine that the doctor says will-"

"Come sit down, you've had a long journey! You too," she points to Yunho, and he can see that your sternness and care must run in the family.

How unlucky for you. He likes the idea of your children having those same traits.

He sits across from you at the small table; your legs brushing against each other. He should just get it over with and rip her throat out, you'll probably appreciate if he makes it quick —

You untie the ribbon on the front of your cloak and reveal what you've been hiding.

He swallows quickly as more drool threatens to spill past his lips.

Your bodice is laced up tight and pressing your breasts together, the smallest sliver of cleavage peeking at him as you lean and pour him a glass of water from the pitcher on the table.

He mumbles a quick, jumbled thank you before downing it all in one gulp. It does nothing to quell his thirst. He's craving other things.

"Here, honey," your grandmother sets a bowl in front of you, and then him. "And you keep your medicine, I'm not long for this world anyways."

"Nana!" You chastise her, the crease of your eyebrows pushing together with your pout making Yunho want to jump over the table and lick your face.

If only either of you knew how true her words were.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You awake in the night, cold air nipping at your legs as the blanket is removed from your small bed.

Heavy panting from above you hits your face in warm puffs. A drop of something just as warm splats onto your cheek.

The room is illuminated by a flickering lantern, casting the shadow of the man who's straddling your hips down on you like an eclipse.

"Yunho-" You whisper his name groggily, fear blooming quickly in your chest.

"I am a wolf." He admits, fangs in his grin to prove it. "And I ate your grandmother."

Your head snaps to her bed quickly — she is nowhere to be found. "Whe-"

"I picked her up from her bed and I took her outside, I ripped her throat out before she even woke up. Don't worry, she didn't feel a thing." He says it so casually that it's hard to even fathom.

You yelp as he leans down and presses his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm~"

Everything you've ever been told about werewolves runs through your mind, twice over because you don't fully digest it all the first time.

They're human — somewhat.

But they have claws and fangs that hide until they're ready to sink them into their prey. They have heightened senses: eye sight, hearing, taste. Much more complex than any human can even comprehend. They're faster, stronger, they heal quicker.

These better-than humans were masquerading with your species for centuries before they went their separate ways.

Because the wolves realized that human meat is just as good as animal.

"Don't- don't eat me." You force out a plea, and it makes his cock harder.

After his stomach was full and he washed away the blood from his hands and his neck and his teeth — because he knew you'd probably die of fright, and he can't have that — he was crawling over you with one thing on his mind. Breeding you; until you have no choice but to accept him as your mate lest you want a bastard werewolf pup and nobody to care for it.

You'd surely be an outcast in your village once your baby came out with fangs.

After he takes you home, he'll show you just how good of a mate he can be for you. You don't need to go back to your old life — he won't let you.

"I'll do no such thing." He makes his intentions known when he presses his hips down onto you; making your eyes widen. He pulls away from your neck and looks down at you, a wild smile on his lips. "You are like a little baby deer who's been spotted by a hunter."

He grabs your wrist the moment you move for your dagger that you had set on the table beside you.

"It makes me want to fuck you so badly."

You scream as he pulls you up by his grasp on your wrist, fighting against him with all your might and getting absolutely nowhere.

He's glad he ate before he decided to take you, because you put up a hell of a fight for such a small thing compared to him. If he were still weak, you might have slipped away — might have.

"Please! Please, don't do it!" You yell as you dig your socked heels into the hardwood, cursing the cold weather for making you cover up so well because now you can't gain any traction as he pulls you to the open living space and throws you to the floor.

He practically pounces when you go to scramble away, pinning you to your stomach — leaving you completely vulnerable in the position you've avoided all day long; your back to him.

"You smell so sweet..." He hums with another sniff to your neck, "so... fertile. You'll make such a nice mate." His claws slice through the back of your plain shift, making you freeze below him as the sharp nails threaten your skin. "You are so smart and pretty, just perfect to be the mother of my pups." His drool slips past his lips and drops on your naked shoulder, making you jolt in surprise.

You can't even begin to think of what to do, how to make it out of this unscathed. You shake your head quickly as tears start bubbling up in your eyes.

"Yunho-"

He moans loudly as you voice his name, grinding his bulge against your backside and making the tears slip down your face as you feel just how large the man — the wolf is. Not just in his arousal, but all of him. You couldn't fight him off if you put all of your strength and he only put half of his. He basically blankets your body with his own as he rubs against you.

"Please, I- I'm a virgin." You say it too hesitantly, like it's a question. You aren't a virgin — but maybe if you were, he might have some mercy.

He hears the skip of your heart as you lie. "No, you aren't." He presses his hips harder into you, "I can hear when you're lying, little deer... Why don't you tell me the truth?"

You swallow. Your throat is bone-dry. "I'm not- I'm not a virgin but please! Please, have mercy! I don't want to-"

"I will be honest, because I find myself growing fond of you," he plays with the ends of your hair, letting out a soft sigh, "I do not care what you want. Not tonight. Tonight I will breed you even if I have to pin you to the floor to do so. I don't want to hurt such a pretty thing, so please do try to cooperate."

You sob as he turns you over, refusing to look in his eyes — refusing to look in his direction. "You truly are so beautiful... I wonder if our pups will take after you."

You don't miss the way he says 'pups' this time. As in, more than one. As in, he's going to keep you around until you have as many of his babies as he wants. It makes you cry harder, wrapping your arms around yourself quickly when he goes to pull off the ruined fabric of your shift.

"No!"

"Oh," he laughs, "but, yes." He enjoys your fight, but he's growing ever more impatient. He easily shoves your arms away from your chest and pull the ripped dress away from you; leaving you bare and shivering.

A loud, pleased growl rumbles in his throat as he looks you up and down. "Yes, indeed..." He hums, reaching down and unbuckling his belt hastily, "you are perfect."

You can only shake your head, terrified out of your own body as you watch his belt be tossed across the room, as you hear him shuffling with his pants.

The soft whimper of terror you let out as his lips press against your neck nearly has him cumming.

It's been so long since he was with someone else; especially during a rut.

And you truly are perfect for him. Everything he likes — rolled up into one cute, little, human package.

"If you try to run away," he says lowly against your throat, a threat, "I will fuck you dry. This is a gift I am about to give you, so allow it, okay? A small mercy for my little deer before I split you open."

You don't know what he means until he slides down on the floor on his knees and his face meets your exposed cunt.

It does not feel like mercy when he nudges his nose against your slit and takes a deep breath through it — not mercy at all. Humiliation. Even more so when he opens up his mouth; wrapping his lips around you and dragging his tongue everywhere that is meant to be cherished.

He does not cherish. He devours.

And he doesn't mind your loud crying. If anything — it turns him on more. You sound so sweet and vulnerable. It makes him want to do more. It makes him both want to ruin you and protect you all at the same time.

He's already made up his mind that you belong to him. But every small whine and sniffle drives the grip you have on him in deeper. When you wrap your arms around yourself again — both to hide your chest and to comfort yourself — he smiles into your cunt.

It doesn't matter to your body that you don't want this. His forced and unwanted licks are making your gut turn with something so disgustingly needy. He knows where to lap to make you at least semi-ready for his girth — he thinks 'semi' because he knows he doesn't have the lenience to stretch you out with anything more than his tongue.

His wolf is already howling for him to hurry; to fuck you fast and hard until you cling to him for any sense of stability while he rearranges your guts.

He closes his eyes, willing himself to ignore the noisy voice in the back of his head as he enjoys the taste of you; dipping his tongue inside of you and making you choke on your tears. "S-stop!" You writhe, getting your hips caught in his clawed hands quickly as he hums disagreeingly.

He could eat you out for hours. He doesn't have the time for that, though. Not when he's rutting and desperate to claim you. So he stays for just a few minutes while you kick your legs feebly, crying for him to stop.

"Plea- Get it over with!" You slide your hands to your face, uncaring as your breasts expose themselves to him.

He gives one final, overly aggressive slurp before sitting up. "You really should be saying thank you," he groans while moving his sharp grip to your thighs, spreading them wide. Using all of his excessive drool, he spits right onto your cunt and earns himself a particularly loud whimper of embarrassment from you. "Now you're all wet, it won't hurt... as much."

He knows he's big, all werewolves are. They aren't meant to breed with humans so eagerly — but he can't help himself.

"I ca-" He stops himself as he looks up to you, "move." He gathers your wrists in one of his hands when you make no move to reveal yourself. Pinning them above your head while he moves up to position his hips to yours, "I can't promise I'll be gentle, but I will try to go slow at first. I cant hurt my little deer too badly~"

When you feel him lining himself up with his other hand, you sob somehow even harder. "Yunho! Yunho, wait! Please, y-"

"Shhh, just try to relax, pretty girl," he hums half-heartedly, looking down as he rubs his cock head against you. "Spread your legs further, it will hurt less."

He doesn't know why he bothers to try and make you even a little comfortable. If he were doing this to anyone else — when he did do this to anyone else — he never cared. He'd already be buried inside of you if you weren't so... you.

They were just a means to an end.

You are his mate.

You do the opposite instinctively when he breeches you, only to find it a million times more painful and immediately spread your legs. "You're hurting me!" You scream as though it isn't obvious by your tears and your squirming.

"I know, sweet thing," he says before he licks his lips, his grip tightening on your wrists, "you will grow used to it."

Whether he means the pain or his painful girth, you don't know. You wish he'd keep his mouth shut as he leans over you, whispering through a moan, "you will learn to love it. To love me."

"No-"

His mouth is too hot. Too soul-consuming as he presses it to yours. As he moves against your lips frenziedly. His tongue invading your mouth makes you gag with disgust, makes you twist and turn under him until you realize how badly that hurts.

He's still shoving deeper as he pulls back from the messy affair, gripping your waist tightly. He slides the hand on your wrist up a bit and lets you grab at it; lets you dig your nails in.

It's really taking everything in him not to hurry along and have his entire length inside of you. You're so tight and nearly searing hot around him.

He goes to speak, but it comes out as a low growl; his fangs catching the low light. "Fuck," he breathes, grabbing onto your waist with both of his hands now. His impatience has won. "Scream, cry, throw a fit, I don't care what you do — you're going to take it."

You do scream. You do cry. When he slams his hips the rest of the way to meet yours; your body reacts before you do — slapping him across the face as the stinging pain makes you blank out for a few moments.

And his reaction is the opposite of what you expect after you both realize what you did.

He starts pounding into you, dragging you into his wild hips by his grip on your sides; his claws pricking your skin.

He knew you had some fight in you. It's cute almost, like the rest of you. How you thought a measly slap would deter him from breeding you.

Your arms fall heavy next to you defeatedly, your sobbing making it hard to breathe properly as he fucks the air straight out of you with each mean strike of his hips against yours. Your screams turn into pained gasps and whines, a pout permanently affixed to your lips when they aren't parted to allow you to intake some air.

A pout so precious that it makes Yunho's heart flutter even as he pounds the life out of your poor cunt. His chest rumbles with a pleased growl as he lolls out his tongue and begins lapping at your face even as you try to turn it away.

"Mine." You swear you hear him moan between his messy licks. His hands paw their way up your chest, groping your breasts for a moment before he suddenly leans over you completely and places his hands atop your head; essentially hugging your face to his chest.

"Mine. My mate. All. Fucking. Mine."

You wail into his chest as he gives a punctuating slam with each word before something warm and creamy spreads inside of you. When your frazzled brain pieces together that it's his cum — you almost feel relieved. He's done.

His weight nearly crushes you as he slumps on top of you, grinding his hips into yours slowly. He touches something so deep and personal that it finally makes your hands move again, grabbing onto his back with a yelp from the sharp sensation.

"P-pull out," you plead, "please, you need to- to pull out." Because your body is beginning to betray you again.

"No," he laughs breathily, "not happening, sorry, precious. I have waited far too long for the perfect mate. I will breed you until sunrise."

You don't know if that's even physically possible, how one being could have so much stamina; it doesn't seem like it.

But he starts his in-and-out again, slower this time. You hate this pace even more than the rough and fast one — because this one feels all too intimate as he slowly drags along your abused walls; almost as a soft massage after his brutalizing ways.

"S-stop!" You beg with more urgency as a heat trickles up your spine. "You have- you need to stop!"

He not only hears your heartbeat now, he can feel it pulse around his cock. "Mmm-mm," he moans to say 'no' as he props himself up on his elbows, looking down at you. He can see the spark of panic in your eyes, not because you're still afraid — although you undoubtedly are — but because, "you starting to feel good, little deer?"

"Never," you shake your head quickly, attempting to shove his face away when he starts licking your face again. He slams your hand back down to the floor and laces his fingers with yours, a large smirk on his lips.

"Why deny it, precious? If your body wants to feel good, let it feel good. It's only natural between mates~"

"I am not your mate," you cry quietly as he continues his torturously gentle rhythm.

"You are," he hums after licking a fat stripe along your cheek; savoring the saltiness of your tears. "You are," he says more firmly, squeezing your hand, "look at where you are. Below me, dripping with my seed, taking my cock and enjoying it too~ You are my mate, and I will not tolerate you saying otherwise."

He sits up, digging his length deeper in the process and making you whine. He holds your hand still, resting them over your hip, as his free hand slips further down. Another loud rumble of satisfaction comes from the back of his throat when you squeeze his hand tightly, begging him not to do what you think he's going to —

But he does it anyway; he plays with your clit. You screw your eyes shut quickly, trying to take yourself anywhere but here. You can't. His hips rolling into you is too... pleasant. His touch is too sweet.

One last time, you try, "please, don't make me... Be rough instead, I beg."

"Why would I do such a thing when you look so gorgeous right now?" He chuckles, "don't worry, you will get your fair share of rough before the night is over, sweet deer. But I can tell you like it like this," he emphasizes with a slightly more pressurized swirl over your clit. "And I want my mate to have some pleasure, I am not a monster."

He is. He is a monster. That's what you tell yourself over and over again to try and make your body quit acting like this is even remotely okay.

"Do not humiliate me like this." And it is humiliating, even though there is no one around for hours in any direction. You feel ashamed of your own body, getting pleasure from a werewolf who's eaten someone you loved and taken advantage of your kindness.

"Why should you be humiliated?" He spits down on his length before pushing it back inside of you leisurely. He doesn't need to. His cum is more than enough lube, and you're growing wetter by the second despite your internal conflicts. But he wants to, and so he does. He has zero interest in holding back his desires — unlike your pesky human brain holding onto all of the societal pressure, all of the shame. He can fuck that out of you, though, he knows it.

He usually hates slow. Even when he jerks himself off; it's hard and fast.

But you look so perfect as he stretches you out over and over again with an unhuried and tender pace. He can see every twitch in your face, feel every small clench that you immediately force yourself to relax, hear every shallow and shaky breath you take. Your bottom lip starts trembling in its permanent pout.

"It's meant to feel good," he says, practically purring as he watches your fight dissolve second by second while he pushes you closer to something you don't want. But you're going to take it anyway; he's going to make you.

"I'm the only person you'll ever be with again, so why feel embarrassed? If I'm not the one who's going to make you cum, it won't be happening at all. So, if I were you," he spits onto your clit and rubs it in, "I'd learn to enjoy it sooner, rather than later."

"I h-hate you," you curse as your back arches against your own will, your hips trying to lean into his touch.

"Not for long, little deer," he smiles as he tilts his hips, pressing against something that makes your face hot the second he grazes it, "not for long~"

You let go of his hand, with a bit of struggle because he doesn't want to let you, and slam both your hands over your mouth — because you can no longer hold back your sounds. And you do not want to give him the satisfaction.

It doesn't matter how hard you try to hide your noises; his sensitive ears catch onto them. And they're so much sweeter than your screams. They send a shiver down his spine and a jolt of arousal to his cock. He finds out quite quickly that he enjoys making you feel good — even if you don't want him to.

"I want you to cum," he pants out softly, reversing the direction of the small circles he makes on your clit and making you groan behind your hands. "Cum, and I will stop."

He will not stop. But he will give you a break. Because he knows you will please him greatly as you climax on his girth.

"You will?" You ask hopefully. It almost breaks his heart to lie to you. But you'll come around. You'll have no choice but to.

"Yes, sweet thing," he nods, spitting again onto your cunt to make use of all of his drool.

You don't trust him, not one bit. However, you're at your breaking point. Both physically and mentally.

You let yourself cum. It's so intense that you don't even feel his teeth sinking into your shoulder. Your entire body trembles and — needing something to ground you — you hug him tightly.

And it feels like heaven to him. Filling you up with another round of hot cum as you shake beneath him, as you clench and flutter around his cock, as you hold him. And all while he sinks his teeth into your shoulder and claims you as his.

You only feel it when you come down from your high, a dull ache in your shoulder in your otherwise buzzing body. He licks at it softly, practically radiating joy as he soothes over it with his tongue.

"Mh," he moans softly as he sniffs the air; your scent now mingling deeper with his, "much better~"

He leans up and peers down at you with a toothy grin that makes you shiver. "No more tears, sweet girl," he hums while swiping them off your cheeks with his thumbs, his claws thankfully retracted. "You are all mine, just as it should be."

"W-" You heave, lungs begging for air as your body starts burning up all over again — fiercer than before, "what did you do?"

"I claimed you." He says simply, giving a single, harsh thrust that makes you moan — loudly. His smile turns darker, more lustful. "Now we can really have pups together, and your body knows it~"

He can see the confusion brewing up in your tearful eyes, and he explains as he trails his hands down your neck to your chest, "now that you bear my mark, we have a better chance of breeding together. Especially since you're a human — it's a connection beyond the physical. Do you feel it?"

Unfortunately — yes.

Your body is begging for him with such intensity that your mind can't help but follow, can't help but search for relief. But you won't admit that. Not yet, at least. You're still deathly ashamed.

You grip the fabric on his sleeves, finally looking at him. You only get to do so for a split second; because when your eyes meet his, he starts thrusting into you mercilessly — your eyes rolling back as he repeatedly glides along your g-spot. "Please!"

And it doesn't sound like your regular pleadings for him to stop. No, not like those at all.

"Yunho, I need you!"

There it is.

He'd have bitten you sooner if he knew this is how you'd react. Bucking your hips into his and clinging to his sleeves and crying his name so saccharine-like.

"Don't you worry, precious," he growls as he buries his face in your neck, kissing and licking wildly. "I will take care of you~"

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

How long have you been in this position? How long has Yunho been fucking you into the cold floor?

You can hardly feel your legs, your shoulders are aching from laying on the hardwood, your hips are practically numb from being pounded against it.

Your neck and shoulders are covered with love-bites and bruises. There's a puddle of cum beneath you.

Your body is still burning hot, and you can't think of a single reason to explain how or why. You've came four times by now — five? You don't think you were ever keeping track to begin with.

And Yunho is showing no signs of slowing down.

His hands slip a bit as he readjusts his grip on your sweaty waist, a low moan leaving his lips as he pulls you into him. "Fuck-" He groans from his place nuzzling your abused neck, "want to stay inside you forever~"

You whine softly, voice raw from all of the moaning and screaming of before. Not because his words — his words don't bother you anymore; in fact, you don't see the problem with anything he says. You whine because you keep slipping further away on the floor; slick with your sweat.

"Yunho-" Your soft call of his name gets the response it always does — a low, content growl and a few particularly rough slams of his hips which make you see stars. "T-" The words die quickly on your tongue, unable to think of anything other than how fucking fantastic his cock feels inside of your overly wet cunt.

"What, pretty girl?" He asks gently, like he isn't still using your hole like a personal toy.

"Need- to move," you pout up at him as he comes up from your neck, "please?"

For once, he listens to your begging. He slows his hips to a stop, grinding against you. "Why?" He doesn't want to pull out for even a second, so he hopes you don't actually have a good reason.

"M'hurting," you sigh as you fidget below him, "and sliding away."

He can't help but chuckle a little bit. You do have a point; you've been against the hard ground for about two hours now and he's had to keep his grip tighter and tighter as time went on.

His wolf is begging not to pull out; to just knot you here and now. But he knows he still has more pent up energy, more cum to fuck into you before he finally knots you.

And the flustered and embarrassed way you ask for a different position makes his heart skip a beat.

"Hm," he leans and pecks your lips as he slowly pulls out, "okay, sweet thing."

You clench around him at the nickname, and he just about slams back into you before he stops himself. "Fuck, you can't do that to me," he chuckles breathlessly as he finally slides out.

"Sorry," you stutter, breathing much heavier than him although he was the one making all of the brutal movements.

A small wave of cum floods out of you, his cock twitching as he watches. "Gods, look at you~ Such a perfect little mate..."

You whine as he helps to sit you up, your body aching with protest. "Be gentle..." You whisper, fully expecting the opposite to come.

"My delicate little deer," he smiles — one so soft and tender that you can't help but lock onto it. "Can you even stand?"

You brace yourself on your hands and try to push yourself up, falling right back down with a quiet cry.

"Aw, yeah, I didn't think so," he laughs a bit, wrapping his arms around you, "come on, pretty girl, I will help you." He's gentle. Holding you like a porcelain doll.

You latch your arms around his neck, whimpering as he lifts you to your feet. He could easily carry you, take all of your weight off your weakened legs, but he doesn't. Not yet.

He looks down at you, smile still on his lips. "Let me see," he hums, tilting your head to the side to get a good look at the mark on your shoulder; still supporting you with one arm around you.

He had opened his jaw so wide that only half of the wound is visible from the front. The other half on the back. He could have bitten an entire chunk of your shoulder out. But he didn't.

The angry bite mark is just a nibble — a token of his affection.

"And to think I was going to eat you," he giggles, tracing just around the edges. "How stupid that would have been of me~"

What response you might have had is stolen away as he leans down and kisses you; all tongue and lust. He cups your neck softly, angling you to better slot his mouth with yours.

You don't gag this time, but you don't move to kiss him back. Not at first. You grab onto his sweater tightly as you wobble, a soft moan breaking in your throat as he traces your tongue with his.

Your tongue twitches with a mind of its own, extending a bit to give him better access. It's his turn to moan now.

He pulls back, guiding your mouth back open when you go to close it. "Open," and when you do, he spits onto your tongue; making you jolt. He pushes your jaw closed gently while you're dazed, and you swallow without thinking.

"What a good fucking girl," he grins like a madman, yanking you up off your feet before you know what's happening — placing you in your small bed. "My good girl." He licks up your stomach as he straddles you, climbing up slowly. "Mh... You're so adorable when you shiver."

You hadn't even noticed you were shivering until he said something. Your sweat growing cold as your heartbeat slowly evens out and making the winter air that seeps in even colder.

"But I can't have you freezing to death, now can I?" He pulls his large sweater off, leaving him naked from the waist up and his cock pulled out of his pants — which are ruined with cum and arousal.

He shushes you softly when you whine, your body aching as he lifts your torso to help you pull it on. It drowns you, as does his scent that wafts off of it. Like the Earth sprinkled in cinnamon. It's oddly... comforting.

"Fucking hell," he chuckles in disbelief, "how do you keep getting even cuter?" He kisses you again before you can think of an answer, even though it was probably rhetorical. It's just a small peck this time, as he slides your legs to dangle off either side of the bed. "You are only ever allowed to wear my clothes. Mine or you go naked, I'm okay with either."

"Are-" You stop yourself. You don't know if you want the answer to the question on your mind.

"Hm?" He hums as he lines himself up again, scrambling your brains as he slides into you quickly.

"A-are you really going to- to keep me?" The words taste a bit sour on your tongue, but the sweetness of his soft thrusts overpowers it. You can't think of a better way to word it.

"Of course, I am," he says without hesitation. "You are my mate." He slides his hands up your thighs tenderly, rubbing your sore hips as he stills deep inside of you. "Do you doubt me, little deer?"

"Why me?" You swallow thickly, hands hesitating before resting over his.

"I like you." He offers simply, before he realizes you probably want more of an answer than that. "You are pretty, and more than that, you are smart. I like that. You can take good care of our pups. And... you look nice in red. It's my favorite color."

You stare up at him, dumb-founded. "Wh-"

"Don't worry your pretty head about it, sweet thing," he kisses your head before he begins moving inside of you again; shutting you up and knocking the thoughts from your brain.

He can't really explain it. It's definitely more than what he said — but how could he put into words that he feels drawn to you like a moth to a flame or a predator to a defenseless prey? That he would very well hunt you to the ends of the Earth if you try to leave? That he wants to kill anyone who's ever touched you? That he wants to provide for you and have you provide for his pups?

He would just sound insane.

Humans don't understand that werewolves instincts go further than they can comprehend. Sometimes they just know.

And he knows.

"Yunho!" Your scream pulls him from his thoughts, realizing that he's digging his nails into your hips so hard that he's drawing blood as if he were using his claws.

"Sorry," he breathes, leaning and kissing you shakily, the smell of your blood making him drool right into your mouth. He rests his forehead against yours, never slowing in his pace, "I'm sorry, precious. I just want to knot you so bad..."

The flash of confusion in your eyes makes him excited. "Fuck, fuck!" He grits his teeth as his fangs expose themselves, letting go of you so he doesn't do more damage as his claws do the same. They slice into the pillow under your head as he grips it tightly. "You sweet, sweet girl," he growls as he hooks a leg over yours, pounding deeper, "you have no idea~"

You don't. And you can't think of what he might mean because you're too busy cumming on his length when he prods all new spots inside of you.

You wrap your arms around him tightly as he lays over you, trembling as he fucks you through and past your peak. You've learned quickly that he won't stop just because you've came. He doesn't give you a moment of rest.

You cry into his chest. Not because of pain or fear this time. Because your cunt is about to reach its limit and you still aren't satisfied.

Something deeper than sex is going on, and you don't have even the slightest amount of brain power to try and figure it out.

He didn't tell you that you won't be satisfied until he is as well. He didn't tell you that him claiming you meant a little piece of his soul is yours now.

A wolf sinking their teeth into something without killing it is a most intimate affair. That's why he's never done it. He always bites to kill. He never wanted anyone to survive a bite from him.

Anyone but you.

He's never wanted to breed anyone but you either. "It will frighten you at f-first," he stutters as he feels his knot swelling up slowly, "but you will take it, yes?"

Although you don't know what you're agreeing to — if you even really have a say is more than debatable — you nod into his chest quickly, clinging to him.

"Good." He balls up his hands, hiding his claws in his fists before he wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you just as tightly.

You yelp in shock as he bottoms out, a slightly larger round thickness at his base stretching you out. Before you can move, before you can think — it grows. Slow and steadily.

Your jaw drops. Both in disbelief and relief; because you're thrown over the edge of your pleasure and you finally feel satisfied.

Because he's satisfied. Stretching you to your limit and then some. Making sure none of his cum can possibly seep out before he lets go with a shiver and a loud moan and fills you up.

You can't do anything other than hug him, clutching his back like a lifeline.

He lets out a small growl before all but collapsing on top of you, panting heavily and squeezing you to his chest when you fidget. "Stay. Still." He warns, "unless you want another round after my knot goes down."

Considering that this round has lasted, at the very minimum, three hours; you stay still. You can feel your heartbeat in your stretched and sore cunt, and you bet he can too.

He can. And it gives him a sense of calm as it slows down to a steady thump. You're relaxing. With something so inhuman and strange buried inside of you that's attached to someone who's done unspeakable things to you — you're relaxing in his arms.

You try to convince yourself it's because of the physical exhaustion. But then he places a kiss to your head.

And you know it's not.

Because something in the back of your mind says; 'mate'.

· · ─ ·DEVOUR· ─ · ·

[quinnkaneki]

Haikyuu characters as parents/soon to be parents part 2 <3

pt 1

This part includes Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu and Suna Rintarou.

→ Bokuto Koutarou — During Pregnancy ^^

• Excited.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I'm gonna be a dad, you're pregnant, WE'RE PREGNANT, WE'RE GONNA BE PARENTS, OH MY GOD!” *lifts you up and spins you around*

• Takes time off from volleyball.

“Yeah, no. Sorry guys but I'm gonna be busy for some time, my wife needs me.”

• At your side 24/7.

“Kou, I can walk to the bathroom on my own.”

“No can do little lady, what if you trip on your own feet, hmmm?? HMMM? WHAT THEN?” His arm snakes around your waist.

→ After pregnancy

• Emo mode, your son is a mini him.

“Mama is so mean papa..” He stuffs his face into Bokuto's shirt.

“Shhh, she'll hear you.”

“One more word out of you guys and your time out increases by 30 minutes” You sigh while cleaning up the broken vase. “No more damn volleyball in the house...”

• The type of dad to throw your kid in the air.

“Higher, Higher!” Your son giggles.

• Very insisting.

“Baby go back to bed, I'll get dinner ready and get S/N in the shower.”

“I can manage, you already made lun—”

“Sorry, I can't hear you, bed.”

“But—”

“Bed, bed, bedddd.”

→ Akaashi Keiji — During pregnancy ^^

• Very attentive, you mention craving something once and you'll have it the next day.

“Here you go,” he places the take out box in front of you.

“What's this?”

“Your (craving).”

• Saves for their college in advance.

“I think we should open a new savings account...” his fingers gently rub your belly.

“Oh yeah? What for?”

“Our little one's future.”

• Enjoys your weird pregnancy cravings.

“Whatcha nomming on?”

“Peanut butter and fried shrimp.”

“That's.... interesting, it looks good tho, can I try one?”

“Of course.”

*eats it* “Woah baby, you're onto something, this is pretty good.”

→ After pregnancy

• Gets called to the principal's office often.

“Sir, your son was throwing rocks at a student during recess and refused to tell us why, his behavior is unacceptable.”

—

“So...why'd you do it?” Akaashi inquires calmly as they enter his car.

“Okay so, Haru knows I like Yuki and he held her hand during recess while teasing me so I got upset..” he mutters.

“....You know what, understandable. If someone tried to take your mom away from me I'd throw rocks at them too, let's go get some ice cream.”

• Teaches him math.

“But daddddd, I hate division!” S/N whines.

“And that's exactly why I'm teaching it to you,” Akaashi sighs “What's 8 divided by 4?”

“Just say you hate me already!”

“You need to learn! Who's gonna do my taxes when I'm old?!”

• Star gazing.

“That one's me!”

“Which one sweetheart?” You ask.

“The one shining the brightest, duh!”

→ Miya Osamu — During pregnancy^^

• Always otp with you when he's away.

“Hold on baby, someone just came in, I'm gonna take their order.”

• Makes sure you're well fed.

“Samu, what's all of this?” You look over to him.

“You're eating for two,” he shrugs and helps you sit down.

• Buys your baby food inspired plushies.

“I got this onigiri and ice cream plushie for 5 bucks! Can you believe it babe?”

→ After pregnancy

• Teaches your daughter how to bake.

“Just a scoop of sugar again and mix,” He instructs and your daughter follows.

“Okay, done! Can I eat it yet?” She looks up at Osamu innocently.

“No love, we still need to bake it,” he chuckles and kisses her temple.

• Takes his family to expensive restaurants.

“Gotta treat my little princess right so she isn't impressed by the bare minimum, right my love?” He smiles at you before shifting his gaze to your daughter who was currently devouring caviar.

• Loves gossip.

“And you know what she did daddy? She looked him in his eyes and ate his crayon! His favorite one too! She's so cool!” You daughter climbs into the backseat.

“She sounds cool sweetheart but you're definitely cooler....now tell me what he did after she ate his crayon.”

→ Miya Atsumu — During pregnancy ^^

• Crys when he finds out.

“You're... you're pregnant...” his eyes land on your stomach as tears slowly cascade down his cheeks, “You're pregnant..” he repeats and gently hugs you.

• Randomly drops the bomb on his team when you're ready.

“Damn Tsumu, you're eating all that? Did Samu rub off on you?” Hinata eyes his plate.

“Nah, it's for Y/N, she's eating for two after all.” he says and walks away.

• Doodles on your baby bump.

“What are you drawing?" You gently run your fingers through his hair as he doodles away.

“Shrek...woah, oh my god, baby did he just kick? Was that a kick? Oh my god I felt it! DADDY LOVES YOU!” *kisses your belly*

→ After pregnancy.

• Attends all of your son's school events.

“C'MON S/N RUN, RUN, RUN, YESSSSS, THAT'S MY SON!!!” He yells proudly as your 6 year old reaches the finish line.

• Pillow fights.

“MOMMMMMMY! DADDY'S CHEATING, HE HAS THE BIG PILLOW!” Your son runs into the kitchen and hides behind your legs.

• Karaoke nights.

“Okay mommy and I are gonna do this one, you tell us who sings better, yeah?” Atsumu sits him on the couch.

“Yeah, okay!” he responds excitedly.

→ Suna Rintarou — During pregnancy ^^

• Scares you.

“Hey, so I know this isn't the best way to tell you this but...” *sent*

“But? What's wrong doll?”

“I'm pregnant” *seen*

“Rin?” *delivered*

“Hello? You're scaring me...” *delivered*

20 minutes later the front door slams open “I left work as fast as possible,” He immediately embraces you.

• Your ultrasound updates are his entire gallery.

“She was so much tinier last month,” he shows you his screen.

• Puts headphones on your belly.

“Now you can say you've been listening to Arctic Monkeys since the womb, thank me later.”

→ After pregnancy.

• He updates his wallpaper monthly.

“My girls look so pretty here..” he mumbles while setting a picture of you guys with morning hair and half asleep.

• Introduces her to different genres of games early on.

“Okay so this one's a little scary, let daddy know if you don't like it okay?” The game opens to the loading screen of Resident Evil 2.

“Papa who is that blonde guy?”

“Leon Kennedy, he's the main character.” Suna explains.

“I want him.” (she's so real)

• Shows her videos of the twins fighting.

“Oh and in this one they were fighting over a pudding cup, uncle Osamu thought Atsumu ate it but it was really me.”

Hope you guys enjoyed :3

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Ganyu, Kujou Sara and their babies - Ganyu & Kujou Sara x Male!Reader

A/N: Shorter than what I usually do, I know. Anyway, enjoy! CW: Parental fluff, little mention of the reader, the characters being monster girls.

Ganyu who shows her kids the richest pastures, high in the mountains of Jeyun Karst. They might be little cuties with barely budding horns, but they climb very well, keeping up with their mother as she ascends the easiest approaches - she wouldn’t want them to get hurt, even if their daddy is waiting with open arms, ready to catch them at the foot of the wall. When they reach the top, your wife always smiles as she sees her babies jump in excitement at the colourful field of bright, joyful Qingxin and Sweet Flowers, just waiting to be devoured. She trusts you to look after her and the younglings as they graze peacefully, lying amongst the lush grass as they nom down their flowers. While there’s no need to watch out for predators, Ganyu still feels safer with you on the lookout. Just don’t try to walk up on her - it’s very easy to spook her when she’s this vulnerable. 

She makes sure her little ones eat properly - as natural herbivores, Qilins eat only whole grain and drink only spring water, and Ganyu will make sure it’s the best variety. Of course, the babies get to enjoy water only from the very sources - you wouldn’t want them to take in any of the nasty things the river picks up along the way. Cloud Retainer already created fields of weather-resistant flowers for her daughters’ enjoyment, and she will continue caring for those so that even Ganyu’s grand-grand-grandchildren can graze upon them. But Ganyu knows that variety is important, so you’ll get to take your little goats to enjoy some rapsflowers right from the beautiful fields of Qingce Village. For centuries Qilin have been free to enjoy the crops as the people of Liyue see it as a sign of Adeptal blessing. And they’re not wrong - Xianyun will make sure the farmers get to enjoy the mildest of weathers and the greatest of harvests in return for their kindness. 

Kujou Sara who didn’t expect her hatchlings to be such a menace to society. When they were young, they were in constant need of attention - if left alone, they would quickly grow cold as they haven’t grown their feathers out just yet. And the squawking… It’s good that she was taken in by the humans at a later age, as just thinking about her adoptive father having to endure her begging for inexplicable amounts of food makes her flustered. Still, they were lovely to look at, snuggled into their parents. Later it would become the only moment when the nestlings would behave. Sara doesn’t remember being this rowdy and mischievous when she was young. The little Tengu are endlessly curious, hunting out every shiny and colorful object made by humans. They are always on the hunt for shinies to nick, be it from trash or from “unguarded” troves to offer them to their parents. It is adorable, but also disrupts the peace. But if the humans don’t seem to mind having their miscellaneous items and bits of food stolen by the General’s sons and daughters, blessings of the Youkai and all… It’s an acceptable practice. She might not have done it, but if it’s in their nature, she won’t try to restrict her offspring in the same way she was. 

Although not being able to fly herself after the crippling injury in her youth, Sara does remember a few things. How adorable the younglings are as they watch their mother spread her wings, admiration flickering in their little eyes! The first few attempts might be moderately successful at best, but Sara won’t mind - practice makes perfect, after all. In no time she will watch them soar the skies, her chest swelling with pride and love. And when they come down, their mother will preen them to make sure their wings are as beautiful and healthy as can be. 

Thanks for reading!

[achromatophoric]

Enid: That’s one of my biggest fears. Like, if I ever woke up as a strawberry ice cream mochi...

Bianca: Lemme guess, you’d eat yourself?

Enid: Om nom nom. No questions asked.

Bianca: *snorts* That checks out. How about you, Addams?

Wednesday: I’d allow Enid to devour me—

Bianca: *eye roll* Of course you would.

Wednesday: —like she does most mornings.

Bianca:

Enid: *makes a growling noise and winks at Wednesday*

Wednesday: *moves closer to Enid* Mi lobita, are you perhaps experiencing a craving for strawberry mochi?

Enid: *closes distance* Now that you mention, I could go down for something soft and sweet.

Wednesday: Then who am I to deny—

Bianca: HEY! NOT👏IN👏MY👏ROOM👏!

Enid/Wednesday: 😳😒

Bianca: 🫵😡

Bianca: 🚪👈😡

🤭😒〰️🚪🖕😡

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Backburner 6

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss is easy going until he’s not. 

Characters: Sam Wilson, this reader is known as Dizzie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Sam carries you inside with no effort at all. It takes all of yours not to scream. This is a nightmare.

It's bitter irony. You remember the day Sam hired you. You were so happy to get away from your old boss. Christine hated you with a passion.

She'd make sure everyone knew it at the daily meetings and she even insulted your clothes. You never reported her when she smacked you across the face for forgetting the expense report. Your tears threaten again and you suck them back.

Your parents always said there's something wrong with you. If they knew, they'd ask what you did to deserve this? Certainly you had to be the unprofessional one.

"Baby, don't be sad," Sam purrs as he carries you through am airy archway. "All I wanna do is make you happy..."

He brings you to the large sectional and sets you down. He grabs your knees and guides your legs over the edge. He winks and tugs his belt as he backs up.

"Stay like that."

He turns and struts up to the glass table near the wall. Your eyes scour the space. They cling to the humongous flatscreen. It's gotta be 80 inches!l

He takes a remote and flips it on. You stare dumbly. He didn't bring you here to watch the Oscar noms.

He set the remote down and a menu pops up with familiar music. You frown as he nears and holds out the colourful controller. A joycon.

"I know you like games, baby, so your going to play one while I play mine," he purrs. He grips his hips and wiggles so you can see his erection beneath his slacks. "You're gonna see if you can set up your island before I make you cum all over my face."

He drops to his knees and you whimper. You glance up at the start screen for Animal Crossing. How does he know?

He grabs your knees and you flinch.

"Sam?"

"Shhh, you don't wanna get distracted."

He pushes your knees wide and you squirm. You're so mortified as your skirt slips up your thighs that you can't do anything more than grasp onto the familiar. You enter an Island name as he kneads your tender flesh, feeling up and down your legs.

You gulp as your hands shake on the controller. You can't think. You don't have to when you're playing.

You shudder as he bows and tugs your skirt over his head. His hot breath clouds beneath and dampens your pelvis.

You wait for the island to load and get your villagers. You can't even be happy that you got Judy as you shudder at his touch. Sam pushes his index between your lips and hums as he toys with your clit.

You twitch and he tuts. He drags his finger down and replaces it with his mouth. He sucks your bud and you squeak. He chuckles as his words echo in your head, how he likes that noise.

He flicks his tongue up and down. You gasp as the contrast of hot and cold. He keeps your legs splayed as he delves in, groaning hungrily as he laps. He rolls his face into you, licking and suckling, breathing heavy as he devours you.

You struggle to get around the island, pushing the stick too far right then nearly dropping the joycon altogether. You lean back into the couch as he swirls around your clit and teases lightly with his teeth. Your lega quiver and tingle.

You heave and shift, making it worse as his finger slips down your folds. He rubs your entrance and purrs. You whine and curl your toes.

Everyone's right. You're a fuck up. You get yourself in trouble then pout at your own dumb luck.

You moan and drop the controller as he pushes his finger into you. He curls it and rubs along the top of your cunt. You hiss and scramble to grab the joycon.

He slides deeper and you slap the cushions, bracing as he works his hand and mouth in tandem.

You writher and fumble. You don't know where the controller is. You tilt your head back and drone. You reach to him but can't bring yourself to push him away.

You clasp onto the fabric above Sam's head and roll your hips. He slowly pulls his finger out and lines up as second. He stretches you around both as the boppy Animal Crossing music plays.

This is so wrong. You shouldn't just let him do this. You shouldn't like it!

He trails his other hand down your leg and hooks it over his shoulder. His fingers massage your flesh as he growls into you.

You huff and heave as the heat tendrils up your body. You can barely contain yourself as you feel ready to overflow. You tip over the edge and shake as the sudden release swells over and gushes from you.

Your orgasm squicks out around his fingers and he stretches his tongue down to drink it up. He presses his thumb to your clit and wiggles his hand, spilling another tide of delight onto the couch. You tug your skirt back and snarl as you soak the cushion and his face.

"Mmmmmm," he hums and nuzzles your cunt. He sits back, shameless of the slickness dripping down his chin. "You do taste sweet, Diz."

He hooks your other leg over his shoulder and jolts your forward. You slip down with a yelp. In an instant, he flips you, resting his head in the puddle of your ecstasy as he brings you onto his face.

"Go on and ride me, baby," he nips your thigh then burrows in your cunt again.

[superiorsturgeon]

Continuing from this, first suggested by @lwde-encrusted-sideblog

Young Jaune: *walking through the woods at night*

Jaune: Man, these family vacations to Patch always end up with me lost! Hello?!

Werewolf Yang: *Jumps out of the bushes and noms Jaune’s hand*

Jaune: Ouch! Bad puppy!

Werewolf Yang: *barks playfully and runs around*

Jaune: …huh…that looks like fun! *drops on all fours and starts growing blonde puppy fur* Will you be my friend?

Werewolf Yang: *wags and play-bows*

Werewolf Jaune: *pants and rolls over before playing chase with new friend*

Years later…

Pyrrha: *walking through dark forest* Jaune? Jaaaauuuune?! Where could he be…?

Pyrrha: *bumps into something*

Blake: Ah-! …Pyrrha? What are you doing out here after curfew?

Pyrrha: Blake? What are YOU doing out after curfew?

Blake: I’m looking for my partner. Once a month she sneaks out and disappears into the forest at night. 😑

Pyrrha: …this might sound like a strange coincidence, but my partner does the same thing! What could they be up to?

Blake: That’s what I’m trying to find out!

*rustling*

Pyrrha: Did you hear that?

Blake: Sshhh!! It came from over there!

Blake/Pyrrha: *sneak towards mysterious noise*

Blake/Pyrrha: *peek through bushes*

Yang: *taking off her clothes and folding them up* …again, I’m really sorry about biting you when we were kids!

Jaune: *unlacing his sneakers* I already told you, it’s fine! My family got me a sweet muzzle and they let me decorate it!

Blake: Yang?

Pyrrha: Jaune?

Yang/Jaune: *both jump* OH SHIT!! BLAKE/PYRRHA?!

Pyrrha: What are you doing out here?

Jaune: Pyrrha, please! You need to go right now!

Blake: Okay, I don’t know what you two are doing out here in the forest in the middle of the night, but-

Yang: It’s too late! *drops to all fours*

Jaune: *growing hair out, muscles bulging* NooooOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Yang: AawoooooOOOOOOO!!!!! *muzzle elongates*

Jaune/Yang: *fully transformed, slowly approach their partners, snarling and furry muscles rippling*

Yang: Grrrrr…!

Jaune: *opens his mouth to bite*

Pyrrha: *reaches out and flicks Jaune’s nose* Jaune, down!

Werewolf Jaune: *yelps and hops back with his tail between his legs*

Pyrrha: Sit!

Werewolf Jaune: *drops to his haunches, perking his ears forward as if asking if he did good*

Pyrrha: Roll over, Jaune!

Werewolf Jaune: *rolls onto his back, wagging and showing his fluffy blonde belly* 😃

Pyrrha: *starts rubbing the soft blonde fluff* Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?

Werewolf Jaune: 😍

Pyrrha: Awwww!!! You’re not so scary, are you?

Pyrrha: Look, Blake! They’re both still so sweet! 🥰

Pyrrha: *looks up* Blake?

Blake: 😫 *pants torn off, getting her pink parts absolutely DEVOURED by werewolf Yang*

Werewolf Yang: 🐺👅💦🌮😛🍑❤️😋

Pyrrha: …

Pyrrha: …okay, I see you’re busy!

Pyrrha: *puts a leash on Werewolf Jaune*

Pyrrha: Come on, Jaune, let’s go somewhere private.

Werewolf Jaune: *instantly back up on his paws* 🙂

Pyrrha: And maybe we’ll have some fun with peanut butter! Have you heard of something called a “Red Rocket?” *undoing her belt* 😏

Werewolf Jaune: 🙃

Blake: AAAAaahnnnhh~!

[moociaoafterdark]

40k Slaanesh would've been so much stronger if she wasn't so busy nomming down Eldar souls. If she wasn't doing that - he could totally have actual followers and worshippers of her own among the Eldar, like she does in Fantasy/AOS with Dark Elves. Dumbass.

Like, Slaanesh doesn't even NEED to devour Eldar souls to survive. They're just doing that because it's their nature to want more and Eldar souls are like a buffet to her. Someone needs to go on a diet, me thinks.

[xxtc-96xx]

I think Pig is the only one who hasn't consumed something inedible unlike her glitter drinker da, her crown/paper eater aunt and her rock eater cousin. (nom? Sure but eat? Still no)

Unless u count that one time she seemingly devoured that one backroom monster but one could argue it just escaped after she ripped its arm.

yeah she hasn't devoured anything weird

[broadwaydivastournament]

Broadway Divas Tournament: 2A

Donna Murphy (1959) “DONNA MURPHY (Anna) received the 1996 Tony Award, as well as Drama Desk and Outer Critics Circle nominations for her performance in The King and I. She also received the 1994 Tony and Drama Desk Awards for her portrayal of Fosca in Stephen Sondheim and James Lapine’s Passion. Last summer she was featured as Dorothy Trowbridge in Mr. Lapine’s Twelve Dreams at Lincoln Center (Drama Desk nomination). Other Broadway Credits include: Edwin Drood in The Mystery of Edwin Drood, The Human Comedy, and They’re Playing Our Song. Off-B’way: The Whore in Michael John LaChuisa’s Hello Again (Drama Desk nom.), Rose in Song of Singapore (Drama Desk, Outer Critics Circle noms.), Hey Love; The Songs of Mary Rodgers, Privates on Parade, Showing Off, Birds of Paradise, A…My Name is Alice, Little Shop of Horrors. Regional work includes Miss Julie (McCarter), Pal Joey (Huntington), Williamstown, Portland Shage Co. and Goodspeed. She made her feature film debut in Jade, and co-stared (sp) in “Someone Had to Be Benny” for HBO. Other TV includes: Francesa Cross on Stephen Bocho’s “Murder One,” “Law & Order,” “A Table at Ciro’s” (PBS Great Performances), “Another World” and the American Playhouse Production of Passion. Ms. Murphy can be heard on the original cast recordings of Passion (Grammy Award), and Hello Again, and is featured on Leonard Bernstein’s New York on Electra/Noneshuch.” – Playbill bio from The King and I, December 1996.

Mary Beth Peil (1940) "MARY BETH PEIL (Anna Leonowens), before joining the 1982 Los Angeles production of The King and I, received national acclaim for her television portrayal of Alma Winemiller in Lee Hoiby's opera Summer and Smoke (based on the Tennessee Williams play), produced by PBS and the Chicago Opera Theatre. As a member of New York's Theatre for a New Audience she has apperaed in many productions of Shakespeare. A Graduate of Northwestern University and a First Prize winner of the Metropolitian Opera Auditions, Mary Beth has been featured in opera and musical theatre with such companies as The Metropolitan Opera National Company, the New York City Opera, the Lake George Opera and the Minnesota Opera. She has appeared as soloist with the New York Philharmonic, Honolulu Symphony, Buffalo Philharmonic, the New York Young Concert Artists and the Cincinnati Area Artists Series. Favorite musical theatre roles that she has performed include Rosabella in Most Happy Fella, Magnolia in Show Boat and Kate in Kiss Me, Kate." - Playbill bio from The King and I, March, 1985.

NEW PROPAGANDA AND MEDIA UNDER CUT: ALL POLLS HERE

"We have Donna Murphy as Dolly. We have Donna Murphy as Aurelia. What are we doing to get Donna Murphy in a Mame revival so she can hit the Jerry Herman trifecta? I need this woman back on a stage immediately and genuinely, I cannot tell you how much money I'd be realistically willing to shell out. And on a more personal note? What do I have to do to get Donna Murphy to look at me like she wants to devour me whole? The things I want to do to this woman... She has chemistry with every single person she crosses paths with. I need her carnally."

"Mary Beth Peil's hair deserves a Tony Award of its own. She started going grey almost twenty years ago and never looked back. A grey-haired octogenarian who's actively out here being hot and sexy and showing skin is quite possible one of the hottest things in the world. Let me reiterate: I want to fuck this old woman."

[no-luck-no-hope]

You probably haven't had this in a while so here you go

/) /) (づ•ᴗ•)づ 🥖

— ✦ ❝ [She quickly yanks it from your hand, although with a bit of suspicion on her face, just before devouring it like a madman. You can literally hear her making "nomming" sounds. Or are those just growls from being a Chimera?]

Thanks, or whatever. [She says with her mouth still stuffed full of bread. You made her day!]

[novelconcepts]

lmao ok i know nothing about yellowjackets so im literally just gonna throw 2 names together that i have seen that isn't tai/van

SO uh lottie and tai?

Oh my god, incredible. I do NOT ship Lottie and Tai, but I do fuck hard with their platonic dynamic, because it's fascinating. Lottie's out here doing her best to survive, and at every turn, Taissa is not interested in her methods--but she's gonna check in on her anyway, try to remind her of what's real (especially early on) like she's the sane, sober friend at a particularly messy party. Except TAI doesn't know that LOTTIE has actively seen her sleepwalk-devouring whole mouthfuls of dirt in the middle of the night, so like. Who's really the stable force here?

I just love that, in a cabin full of people ready and willing to throw in with Lottie's desperate attempts at hope, Taissa is one of the integral forces on the other side of that line. She doesn't believe you're psychic, and she's not into your woo-woo nonsense, but she has been sleeping better since you told her to start listening to trees, so like...liiiiike. Also, to have Van--Taissa's touchstone in terms of both romance and just. staying grounded--as Lottie's number one acolyte from the jump is just. Nom nom. Delicious and so messy, I love it.

[one0p1nk]

In your opinion what would your friends arts taste like?

// Ahhhh I won't exactly describe everyone's art here so I'll only describe based on what I recently ste :3

Klai's art tastes like Oreo... why? How to explain this,,, You know the many things you can do with oreo like split in half, dip it in milk, add cream on it, and whatever crazy stuff people do on it before eating it--- That's what Klai's art feels like. You savor it in different emotions... it can be unhinged, wild, wholesome, makes you crying... or multiple at the same time. 😭

Beth's art tastes like egg tarts. Sweet on the center for its content while bordered by slightly crunchy edges... yum yum yum.

Fifi's art tastes like... these Danish butter style cookies. Her drawings are like treats of surprises, you wouldn't know what kind of shape of cookie you'll get next once devouring the first level of the cookies.;;; and you'll never get tired of it bc I luv butter cookies so much nom nom nom nom---

Yami's art tastes like fruit gummies,, usually cherry flavored gummies. It looks bouncy and feels squishy, and tastes sweet. Sometimes, even soursweet when art makes you cry in tears;;;/lh

Joe's art tastes like bubble gums-- so many flavors of bubble gums. But in general, you would get this strong black mint flavored type of gum if I describe the communion and tricksterherald content she gives---/lh like is so powerful and refreshing I feel edgy when brainrotting about the communion rahhh 🔥🔥🔥

Mandi's art tastes like... André's chocolates??? Tbf, It's an extra dark chocolate bar, one of my favorite treats since childhood ngl. The bitterness and strong flavor are so yummy it makes me cry or go silly sometimes hehehehehehe;;;. The dark themes, angst, ocs just havibg trauma stuff going on--- chef's kiss✨️ The art she gives reminds me of that treat/lh

Kory's art tastes like Pirulin. Like her art treats are so silly good, it's a bit rare for me to see her delicious drawings,,,/lh It feels like how I rarely get to eat Pirulin sticks when I was younger;;;😭🥺

Nezumi's art tastes like lollipops. They give a big variety of flavors that make your mouth have different colors-- she has almost all the themes (fluff, comedy, piece of life, angst). You suck on one, and before you know it, it's already gone. Shows how I love their art so much I would always look forward to cherish it whenever they decided to bless my eyes with another drawing hhh;;;

[lesbianoms]

What's your opinion on unaware Preds/accidental noms?

Any particular scenarios you like that involves those?

Well I used to think that accidental/unaware wasn’t really interesting, because not a lot could be done with it. But recently I’ve realized that hoo-boy, some specific scenarios can be reaalll good~

Something I really like is when a prey is making a huge buffet of food for an incredibly hungry pred, like up to the point where they themselves are kind of caught up in the middle. I bet you can guess where this is going…

But there’s something that can be really good about a pred just DEVOURING everything without a second thought, sporting a huge gut, and complaining about how full they are, all while their confused and startled friend tries to get their attention from inside the belly. I’ve seen some art of this scenario that’s just *chef’s kiss*

I’ve been fantasizing about this lately, but… being buried under layers of sloshy food in an already bubbly and stuffed gut just sounds so, soooo hot 🥵

and adding to that an attractive, hungry and very unaware pred who has no idea I’m packed inside her belly… as she burps and rubs it and comments on how her food isn’t agreeing with her, all while I’m whining about how cramped it is… ooooh yeah that sounds real nice

I don’t like the more tragic scenarios. That shit fucks with me. To imagine that someone is slowly suffering or dying while surrounded by so many people, or while their best friend looks for them, is INCREDIBLY distressing. And honestly is way too comparable to what a lot of people have been through or are currently going through. Hate that

But casual unaware & foodplay, give me that any time… hmm ☺️

[just-jordie-things]

not been here in a hot while BUT IM BACK WITH MORE AUTHOR RAPID FIREEEE or challenge whatever you call it!

what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

what made you choose your username?

what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Self ship hcs please

you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

Rizzlord anon is back follkkksssss

OH MY GOD THIS IS NUTS and why won't tumblr let me put in a keep reading link ??? so sorry for this length of post alkshdgalksjdfn-

what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

hm not much? all that comes to mind is certain vocab being used... like i'm a hater of 'orbs'

2. tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@delzinrowe and i'd tag her a million times over!! tumblr bff/wife :) she's so kind and creative and chill and supportive even when my writer's block takes me away from this app for like... months... she's inspired SO MUCH of my content with her thoughts and brainrots, i can't give her enough credit <3 she makes me believe in the power of internet friendships LOL i adore her so whole heartedly <3 <3 luv u stef <3 <3

3. what made you choose your username?

jordie was a nickname i had in middle/high school (it's not even close to me real name lol) and i guess i thought it was cute to replace "just girly things" with jordie

4. what's your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

i LOVE reaction images !!!!

5. what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

slow burn enemies to tolerant friends to lovers with extra slowburn on the side pretty PLEASE all of my favs would write this so well and honestly?? i want everyone to write their own extra long version of it so i can read all their takes even if the plot is the same i don't care i'm devouring nom nom nom nom

6. what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

7. what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

ppl can straight up ask!! i'm good with it as long as ur 18+ !! so prolly that! but also if u write for my favs i'm in :3

8. share a headcanon from one of your favorite ships or pairings

itadori is extremely ticklish and freaks out upon being tickled. megumi isn't the least bit ticklish, despie itadori's best efforts to find a spot that makes him giggle. this always ends up in a near-wrestling match as megumi retaliates by tickling him until eventually it gets out of hand

9. self ship hcs

AHHHH ino would keep up with all my work drama!! he knows every colleague by name and actively listen to all the tea and complaints of the day <3

10. you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

my wife, obvi!!

11. on a scale of 1-10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

perfect 5. i either love it when i'm proud of a fic or hate it when i know it's not my best work (and therefore don't do it HA)