#written by @bunny-is-cute

[hells-greatest-performers]

All of the amazing Art was done by @lucifer-imaginaryfriend

Verena’s First Birthday Party

Written by @bunny-is-cute

The Morningstar Family approached the Vee Tower, children in a stroller. Lucifer put in extra effort to maintain his composure. Despite bouts of nausea and unusual cravings for anything electrical, he knew that his presence at the party was non-negotiable at this point.

Alastor opened the door while Lucifer pushed the stroller through. They walked over and saw a sign that read “Verena’s First Birthday Party. Invited Guests Only” with an arrow pointing them in the right direction. A large demon stood alongside some velvet ropes, indicating high status and a barrier for uninvited demons.

“Name?” the demon asked.

“Surely you know who we are! I’m Alastor, the Radio Demon!”

“And I’m Lucifer Morningstar,” Lucifer added.

The demon looked over the list and saw Alastor and Lucifer’s names, along with the names of their babies. He unhooked the rope and said, “Enjoy the party.”

They walked inside and saw an opulent ballroom adorned with lavish decorations and shimmering lights. This didn’t look like a party for any one-year-old they’d ever met.

Vox, standing at the entrance, greeted them with a broad smile. “LUCIFER! ALASTOR!” The TV demon approached and hugged both of them.

Neither of them liked it.

Vox broke the hug quickly enough but positioned himself between Alastor and Lucifer, keeping an arm around the blonde king. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

Alastor growled, his ears flattening against his forehead. “Yes, well, I would never miss my child’s birthday. Speaking of, where is Verena?”

“She’s in the play area with her nanny and some of the other children. You can drop off your children there as well,” Vox said, gesturing to the large play area where some of his employees acted as babysitters.

Lucifer pulled away. “Well, I better drop the kiddos off then!” He laughed nervously and pushed the stroller away.

Alastor approached Vox. “Don’t get too handsy with Lucifer. He still hasn’t forgiven you for what happened months ago.”

Vox laughed. “Perhaps he’s forgiven me more than you realize.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow.

“You know, Alastor, I’m a good parent to our Verena. She never wants for anything and has all her needs and desires fulfilled. A true princess if I’ve ever seen one.”

Alastor didn’t like the tone Vox was using. “Why did you put a tiara on her?”

Vox laughed. “Well, she is the birthday girl, and she is your daughter. You are dating the King of Hell, so technically she is royalty.”

“Your logic is all hat and no cattle.”

Vox gave him a confused expression. “Did you just use an old-timey insult on me?”

“Some call it old; others, more sophisticated people, use the word ‘classic,’ and that’s something I hope to instill in my children.”

“You mean my children?” Vox growled.

Alastor felt his ear and eye twitch. “What did you say?”

“Enjoy the party, Alastor. I know I will!” Vox said with a smirk on his face as he left to mingle with the guests.

Lucifer returned from the play area, looking somewhat relieved. He joined Alastor, who was still fuming from his exchange with Vox.

“Everything okay?” Lucifer asked, noticing Alastor’s tense expression.

Alastor took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Vox is being his usual insufferable self. But let’s not let him ruin the day.”

Lucifer nodded. “Agreed. Today is about Verena.”

They made their way through the crowd, exchanging polite greetings with other guests. The ballroom was filled with demons of various ranks and statuses, all gathered to celebrate Verena’s first birthday. It was clear that no expense had been spared.

Vox watched from the crowd, keeping an eye on Lucifer with a knowing look. And he couldn’t help the smirk on his face as he viewed the grand prize in all of Hell.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 7

Villain of the week captures Jaskier and Geralt and either uses a potion or spell or curse of some sort to revert Geralt down to nothing but baser wolfy instincts, perhaps while saying a snarky quip to Jaskier about "finally seeing what a monster the witcher is", only to get blindsided by InstinctsOnly!Geralt just going CUDDLECRAZY over his bard. Kisses, licks, hugs, snuggles, nuzzling, the whole shabang. ♡!Optional addons!♡ • Obligatory "perhaps things get spicier than just cuddles"

• The captor tries to separate them and/or harms Jaskier and Geralt casually proves he doesn't need his swords to kill

• This all happens pre-slash, and Jaskier is stunned at Geralt's behavior, but suspects it's just the instincts and Geralt doesn't truly like him nearly this much (Geralt has to tell him how wrong he is after they're safe, of course) ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

PISSING AND SHITTING ON THE FLOOR @araglas1989 found a pre-existing fic that ticks almost all the boxes! I'd still love to see someone write this prompt, but if you're a fellow reader like I, feel free to give this one a try! by leodesic on AO3

[alilbitlesbian]

Im no artist but i had to draw floor getting her first hug

[wolfawaycamp]

I am humbly requesting LauraMax fluff, maybe including an ever growing number of pets because they keep bringing home strays? Y'all know where to find me if you have any questions 😂

🐰 Someday, Max told himself, he’d learn to say no.

To say no to a pair of sad puppy dog eyes, whether they were Laura’s or those of an actual, literal puppy dog. And Laura didn’t do sad eyes often, that was the thing that really got him about it. It was always a sneak attack when Max’s headstrong, self-assured girlfriend pulled out the big, sad baby blues, batted her eyelashes at him, and actually said, “please?” It was unfair, really, because it worked every single time. It was just giving Max the illusion of choice when he inevitably gave in and let Laura have whatever it was that she wanted.

That was how, across multiple separate occasions, they’d ended up with their current menagerie. Max had known that cohabiting with a veterinary student would expose him to a number of critters, but he hadn’t expected it to turn out quite like this. Certainly, Max hadn’t expected to turn into some kind of creature himself the summer before Laura embarked on her graduate school studies, but with what they now jokingly called ‘Wolf Boy Summer’ squared away (they had to laugh, you see, to keep from crying), the creatures had at least been smaller and more manageable.

They’d moved to San Francisco with only a tiny cage with two tiny mice inside, for their tiny apartment. The mice, which Laura had liberated from a science lab she’d worked a few shifts at in undergrad, were champion puzzle-solvers and cheese-finders named Trillian and Cashew. Max didn’t even get consulted about these guys, given that Laura had lived in her own dorm at the time she’d acquired them, but she did let him name one, which is how Trillian ended up named after a character in The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Laura named Cashew Cashew because that was the flavor of nut milk she was testing that week. (Max thought Cashew was lucky the two mice hadn’t shown up during pea protein milk week.) Laura was “pretty sure” they were both female, until Cashew ended up pregnant and blessed them with baby mice Frankie, Benjy, Ford, Hazel(nut), Almond, Pecan, and Peanut. Max told her this bode poorly for her career in animal care, but Laura took it in stride, saying she’d have to spend more time studying sex differences in mice in the future. They got two larger enclosures and separated everyone out by sex, properly this time, and now Max has to turn the sound up on their white noise machine when he and Laura snuggle up in bed, or else he hears the Galaxy-Nut siblings running in their wheels all night long.

Then, Laura fell in love with a stray cat with a severely matted coat that had been hanging around their doorstep for days, and Max found his loyalty to his mouse family strained. Should they really bring a predator into their happy little home? But Laura was absolutely certain she could make it work, even in the limited space their apartment provided, and the cat really was pitiful-looking. So Max capitulated and the Kearney-Brinly household expanded to include ten mice and one cat.

The pathetic ginger cat, Westley, luckily, turned out to be utterly uninterested in the mice. He got his name because he showed up for the final time on movie night and meowed pitifully through the first half of The Princess Bride (both Laura and Max’s favorite) until they brought him inside. Laura took him the next day to check for a microchip and, finding none, she had the matted orange furball completely shaved. In the middle of winter. And sure, it was a relatively mild San Francisco winter, but Max still thought Wes looked cold.

“I’ve already ordered him a sweater,” Laura said, “but I know you’ve been working on your knitting, maybe you can make him another?”

Max had scoffed at first. Then he’d taken a second look at his pitifully nude cat and stayed up late researching cat sweater patterns. Now Wes has an entire wardrobe of knitwear and Max, Laura, and Wes have matching Christmas sweaters for their Christmas card photos. Max drew Emma for the Hacketteer gift exchange, but he traded with Abi for Dylan and now he’s working on another set for Dylan, Ryan, and Schrödinger. (He knows Ryan will be especially delighted.)

Then it was Max’s turn. He found a large bedraggled dog of indeterminate breed tied to a stop sign in an abandoned parking lot and the dog let him know immediately that Max was his chosen father, riding home with his head in Max’s lap the entire way. Westley liked Laura best anyway, why shouldn’t Max have his own cuddle buddy (you know, other than Laura)? Laura agreed it was only fair, and now Inigo stretches out between them on movie night and he has to get his fill of both scritches and popcorn before he’ll allow them to cuddle with one another.

“Hon,” Max told Laura, who was sitting at her desk with Westley perched on her shoulder like a pirate’s parrot, “you know I love all our kids, but we really cannot have any more animals in this apartment. We might actually get evicted.”

“Couldn’t agree with you more, honey,” Laura replied, and Max had thought that would be the end of their animal acquisition. He could admit that was pretty naive of him.

The next day, Laura had a list of rental houses for them to visit a little further from the city. Sure, she’d have a longer commute to her classes, and Max would to his job, but wouldn’t it be worth it for the ‘kids’ to have more space? Max couldn’t exactly argue with that, so they moved into a two-bed, two-bath with a small fenced yard.

And that was where Max was, cutting up a salad for dinner, when there was a knock at the door. Max answered to find Laura on their doorstep holding the saddest-looking beagle Max had ever seen, her own face mimicking its hangdog expression perfectly. They were both whimpering. “She was released from the surgical program at school and needed a home, I said we’d take her on a trial basis but baaaabe, just look at this faaaace.”

He sighed, but couldn’t help smiling a little, both at the wriggling dog and at his girlfriend. Her big pretend sad eyes, her genuinely huge heart.

Someday Max would learn to say no. But today was not that day.

[invinciblerodent]

there are many things I like about writing primarily by hand (pretty stationery, the feeling of physically engaging with the words, the ease of limiting distractions to a minimum, the slower speed of actual literal writing which gives me time to think as I write and allows for more fluidity, the inherently portable and cordless nature of of the thing, being able to put post-it notes and arrows and extra note-sheets right into the text), but there is definitely one big drawback

which is, fucking ouch, my hand

[yuukimiyas]

hi loves!! ໒꒰ྀི◜ ཅ ◝ ꒱ྀི১◞♡ my work day went by so so quick but your girl is SLEEPY!! but i (finally) have motivation to write so i’m gonna fight off sleepiness for a lil longer!! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ hehee!! sendin gentle & sweet vibes to you all for a restful sleep tonight!! ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝´ ˘ `⸝⸝꒱ྀི১

[freshtomatoesddd]

More deer/bunny marshfield my beloveds

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[juuniperbunny]

Hi, I'm Juniper, the accidental bunny girl who lives in a bookstore!

I'm a queer and neurodivergent variety streamer / artist from Australia, making content that makes me and others happy and comfy! I haven't made a tumblr account in a long time but I hope you enjoy my art <3

For all my socials, check my Carrd! https://juuniperbunny.carrd.co/

[steampoweredlovemachine]

someone said honeybee by spg in my love song tag game I'm too exhausted after scunting [cosplaying scunt [scout]] for three days straight but prepare for a LONG rant abt the song tomorrow

[hells-greatest-performers]

Sick Fic

(making up for lack of Sick Arc)

By @bunny-is-cute

As Royal Prince-Consort of Hell, Alastor has acquired an array of new skills and new powers. He could travel between rings, which other sinners could never do before, and his radio broadcasts have expanded and his power has increased with the newer souls he enslaved, and new broadcasts of the souls he tormented now expanded to all the rings.

But apparently beating the hell-flu was not part of his new skill set.

It began with his eldest child, Princess Calliope Morningstar, the spinning image of her father Lucifer, returning home from hellementary school. Her normal stoic behavior was dulled with half-lidded eyes, a slouch in her posture, and the wheezing in her breathing.

Alastor had been preparing after-school snacks when Verena went running to him, hugging his leg, and pulling at his dress pants. “Papa! Papa!” The light purple-skinned fawn spoke with worry. “Callie is sick!”

Alastor frowned his brows but a moment later Calliope did slink in, using the wall as he’d support before she began to slide down.

“Calliope!” Alastor shouted and went over to pick the child up, seeing her red circles look pale but showing signs of a fever. Alastor felt his daughter’s forehead and immediately felt the heat radiating from her skin. His worry intensified as he carried her to the couch, laying her down gently. "Verena, sweetheart, could you fetch Papa some water and a damp cloth?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and reassuring.

Verena nodded and scurried off, her little hooves clattering on the floor. Alastor turned his attention back to Calliope, who was now coughing weakly. "It’s okay, darling. We’ll get you feeling better soon," he whispered, stroking her hair softly.

By the time Verena returned with the water and cloth, Calliope's breathing had grown more labored. Alastor placed the cool cloth on her forehead and offered her sips of water, hoping to bring her some relief. His mind was racing with concern, not only for Calliope but for the rest of the family. If it was the Hell flu, it was only a matter of time before it spread.

Within a day, Verena and Caelan also started showing symptoms, and despite Alastor’s best efforts, he too fell victim to the illness. As the children lay in their beds, weak and feverish, Alastor found himself barely able to stand. His powers, formidable as they were, offered no protection against the relentless virus.

Lucifer, upon discovering the state of his family, immediately took charge. First, he had Rosie take the infant, Charlie, and Cherie, away from the home so that they wouldn’t get sick. Children being sick was one thing, but sick infants were another.

His worry for Alastor was palpable, but he remained composed. "Alastor, my love, you need to rest," he insisted, guiding him to their bed despite Alastor's protests.

"I'm fine, Luci. The kids—" Alastor started to say, but a violent cough cut him off, leaving him breathless and dizzy.

"The kids are being looked after," Lucifer reassured him, helping him lie down. "You need to focus on getting better."

Alastor weakened and unable to argue, relented. As he lay there, shivering and feverish, he felt the warmth of Lucifer's hand in his. Despite the haze of his illness, he was acutely aware of the love and care emanating from his husband.

He shivered and Lucifer sat in their bed. He didn’t get sick like his family or other demons. Alastor was envious of that but his mind quickly dispersed of that idea as Lucifer began to gently rub his back with his nails.

“Aww my deer is sleepy,” Lucifer said with a chuckle.

Alastor sniffled hard and shook his head, trying to pull away, “no *sniffle* I’m not,” he moaned half-heartedly. His voice was raw and aching. He’d been throwing up and along with the sore throat, he was lucky he was able to speak at all, but his talking was followed by a nasty bout of coughing.

Lucifer gently pulled Alastor back in close, having him resting against him once more, “Shhh, yes you are my dearest. Just rest. I’ve got you,” Lucifer murmured soothingly.

Alastor, too exhausted to resist, closed his eyes and allowed himself to be comforted. He felt Lucifer’s gentle caresses and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

…..

…..

…..

The days that followed were a blur of fever dreams and moments of lucidity. Whenever Alastor awoke, he found Lucifer by his side, tending to him with unwavering patience and love. He brought cool clothes for his forehead, coaxed him to drink water, and even spoon-fed him broth when he was too weak to manage on his own.

Lucifer also ensured the children were cared for, though he delegated much of their care to his clones, but his primary focus remained on Alastor, whose condition had taken a more severe turn.

One particularly difficult night, Alastor awoke drenched in sweat, his body wracked with chills. He struggled to catch his breath, each inhale a painful effort. Panic began to set in as he realized he couldn’t get enough air.

“Luci...” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer was at his side in an instant, his expression a mix of concern and determination. “I’m here, Al. Try to relax and breathe slowly. I’m going to help you.”

He carefully propped Alastor up with pillows, helping him into a more upright position. Then, with gentle yet firm hands, he began to rub Alastor’s back in slow, soothing circles, encouraging him to take deep, measured breaths.

Gradually, Alastor’s breathing steadied, though it remained labored. He clung to Lucifer’s hand, drawing strength from his presence. “Thank you,” he managed to say between breaths, his voice filled with gratitude.

Lucifer smiled softly, leaning in to press a kiss to Alastor’s forehead. “You don’t have to thank me, my love. I’m here because I love you. We’ll get through this together.”

…..

…..

…..

Days passed in a blur of fever dreams, congested breathing, and fitful sleep. Lucifer never left Alastor's side — his determination unwavering.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the fevers broke. The children began to recover first, their young bodies bouncing back with surprising resilience.

Alastor’s recovery was slower, but under Lucifer's vigilant care, he too began to regain his strength.

One morning, as he woke to find Lucifer asleep in a chair beside him, Alastor reached out and gently touched his husband’s hand.

Lucifer stirred, his eyes opening to meet Alastor’s. "Good morning," Alastor said, his voice still weak but filled with gratitude.

"Good morning, my love," Lucifer replied, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "You had us all worried."

"I know," Alastor admitted. "But I knew you’d take care of us."

Lucifer leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Alastor’s forehead. "Always," he whispered. "Always."

[taeyongdoyoung]

hide and seek

summary: your best friend chan finds you've been fantasizing about him and decides to turn those ideas into reality... pairing: chan x reader genre: smut, best friends to ??? warnings: *cracks knuckles* cnc/primal play, wolf/bunny roleplay, mention of safewords, traffic lights system (yellow used), hide and seek, mentions of pee, chasing scenario, blowjob mouthfucking, hair-grabbing, degradation, leg cramping, knees hurting, kinda realistic, unprotected sex, missionary but he holds reader down, pet names, daddy kink (like once), breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, discussion of future scenario 👀 author's note: this will be the first part in a series, i haven't decided yet how many parts, maybe three? stay tuned if you're interested 🤍 part two & part three word count: 2.5k

Chan simply asks you if he can use your laptop while you’re having a shower since his battery died and he really needs to check something work-related real quick. After doing so, he can’t help but notice the recently opened pages. He doesn’t mean to pry, really. But it’s right there. And a quick look into his best friend’s mind couldn’t hurt…could it?

He is immediately captivated by this story you’ve apparently written and keep hidden in the drafts of your blog. It’s so…sexy and unlike anything you’ve ever talked to him about.

“Dumb little bunny, thinking you can get away from me,” the big bad wolf growls in the bunny’s ear.

The bunny whimpers helplessly, trying to escape the wolf’s strong grasp but to no avail.

The wolf takes the bunny from behind mercilessly, biting her neck and using her to please his needs...

What comes at the end of the story is what shocks him the most.

“Chris, please…”

Huh? Which Chris? Chris Evans? Or maybe Hemsworth? As far as he remembers, you have always been more of a Sebastian Stan and Tom Hiddleston kinda girl but…people change, he supposes.

Until it hit him. His name is also Chris! And people do compare him to a wolf…But no, it couldn’t be…There is no way his best friend is writing stories fantasizing about him.

Unless…

He can’t imagine going on with his life without knowing the answer. So, Chan waits impatiently until you are done with your shower.

“Everything good with your work thing?” you ask him calmly once you return to your room.

“Yeah, all is good. But I found something way more interesting on your laptop,” Chan blurts out meaningfully.

The expression on your face is enough of an answer. You look completely mortified, like a true bunny that is waiting to be devoured.

“I forgot to clear my history, didn’t I?” you murmur even though you already know what Chan has seen.

“That story wasn’t about Chris Evans, was it?” Chan wants to know though he suspects what the truth is.

You immediately drop to your knees in front of him, which takes him by surprise. Gripping his hand tightly, you look so cute and pitiful. He wants to ruin you. Wait, when did those feelings show up?

“I know it was wrong, Channie, believe me. But I just couldn’t help myself, okay? Nothing else helps me get off but this fantasy. I promise I won’t do it again, please don’t end our friendship! You mean the world to me, I’m so so sorry!”

“End our friendship?” he is completely stunned by your train of thought. “Why would I? I mean, you never meant for me to see it, so I think it’s okay to have certain…fantasies. But now that I did see it, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“We don’t have to talk about it, if it makes you uncomfortable,” you suggest.

“You’re right, we don’t have to talk about it. But how about I make those scenarios come to life?”

“Huh? You want to what now?” you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“It can’t be satisfying, dealing with all these frustrations by yourself.”

“It really isn’t…” you confess.

“Then, let me take care of you. That’s what friends are for, right?” Chan chuckles.

“Let me get this straight, you wanna re-enact my freaky fantasies while still staying friends?”

“Um, sure, why not?”

You would be a fool to agree. This could mess up everything. But you would be an even bigger fool to reject his tempting offer.

“I’m in.”

“Great! Then, should we discuss boundaries and safewords and stuff?”

“No boundaries, no safewords, you can do whatever you like to me, I don’t care.”

“This isn’t right. What if I want to use a safeword?”

Oh. That thought never crossed your mind but perhaps it should have.

“How about this…if I want a scene to end, I’ll say red. I know you said you don’t need one, but just in case, feel free to use it. If we want to just pause for a bit, then yellow. Green is good to go. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir. I mean, Chan. I mean, uhhh…do you want me call you something specific?”

“Whatever you like, babygirl,” he reassures you and pats your cheek. “Do you want to give this a try rightaway? Unless you’ve got other plans…”

“No way, let’s do this!” you practically jump at the opportunity.

“Alright. I’ll give you one minute to hide anywhere in this house. After that, I can do whatever I like to you.”

His words make you so thrilled that your heart threatens to escape from your chest because it’s beating louder than ever.

“If you find me,” you tease.

“Oh, I will,” Chan swears. “Now, run.”

You sprint out of your room and down the stairs, as he starts the countdown.

“Sixty…fifty-nine…”

Where should you hide? The living room doesn’t have any good hiding spots and neither does the kitchen. Under the table is too obvious. Your room would have been a good option but Chan is currently there, so it’s out of the question. The bathroom is right next to it, so once again, not a great idea. Then, it hits you. The basement! You don’t remember ever showing it to Chan so it will take him more time to think of it. You go through the door and run down another set of stairs leading to the basement. You see the perfect spot. A vintage wooden chest that just happens to be empty and is big enough to fit you if you squeeze in.

Okay, maybe not comfortable but you can survive in there for a couple of minutes. Once you’ve tucked yourself inside and closed the lid, you are suddenly hoping that Chan finds you quickly. Whatever he does to you can’t be worse than this tiny space. You didn’t know you had claustrophobia but in this very moment, you do. You can’t hear him from down here so you imagine he is looking through the other rooms first. After what feels like eternity, you finally hear steps. You are grateful that you recently peed before getting in the shower because the current situation would have undoubtedly made you wet your pants. As the steps approach, you begin to worry. What if it isn’t Chan? What if you’d forgotten to lock the door and now a complete stranger comes in to take advantage of you? No, these thoughts are irrational and make you want to use the bathroom. Ugh.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to come out and I’ll go easy on you.”

Chan’s voice both comforts you and freaks you out even more. You’re not coming out, alright. This spot was great! He can do whatever he wants to you.

“Three…two…one,” Chan finishes counting and opens the chest’s lid.

You look up at him, eyes blinking to adjust to the light. He pulls you out of it roughly.

“Last chance. Run.”

But then, you realize you were squeezed into that tiny space for so long that your leg had cramped up. You can’t possibly run right now.

“Um, sorry but yellow,” you feel like an idiot. You had said you don’t need a safeword and yet…

“What’s wrong?” Chan’s threatening gaze immediately softens and he rubs your elbow gently.

“I didn’t think I’d get a leg cramp in this freaking box,” you admit, ashamed of yourself as you shake your legs in an attempt to relax muscles.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Chan coos at you and helps you massage your leg. “Wanna call it a day?”

“Hell nah. Just, no more running, please.”

“Sure, that’s fine by me.”

“Sorry for ruining the mood.”

Chan shakes his head.

“You could never.”

“Okay, I think I’m good now,” you assure him.

“Scene?”

“Scene.”

“Did you really think you can escape me? Dumb little bunny…” Chan tsks at you and you feel your knees giving out. You need him so bad it’s not even funny anymore.

“Please, don’t hurt me, Mr. Wolf,” you plead with him even though every cell in your being would be glad to be on the receiving end of his anger.

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that? You should’ve locked your door to keep me out.”

If you tell him that you want him inside would it be too out of character for a scared bunny?

“I’ll do anything,” you promise crying. “I won’t tell a soul.”

“You’ll do anything regardless,” Chan smirks devilishly and grabs your hair harshly, pushing you to your knees. With his free hand, he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, wasting no time in pulling his cock out of his confines and stuffing your mouth full.

Fuck, your knees already hurt, probably because of that stupid chest but you choose to ignore the discomfort for now because this feeling of being dominated like that is too good to let go of.

“That’s it, take it like the useless cumslut you are,” Chan speaks degradingly but you’ve never been wetter before.

You wish you could say you are doing your best to give him a blowjob but the truth is you are not doing much, his hips thrusting forward aggressively, his hands gripping your hair. Your mouth is nothing but a cumdump for him. Your eyes are watering, vision is blurred. Your throat hurts too but it is nothing compared to the burning feeling in your knee. It is in that moment you realize that you didn’t discuss a signal for a situation where you can’t speak. You rack your brain for an alternative and remember that some subs opt for pinching their dom’s skin in an attempt to communicate discomfort. You really don’t want this to end but…

As you are overthinking this, you realize Chan’s already released his seed inside of your mouth and you are left with no choice but to swallow it up like the greedy cumwhore you are. Only for him, though.

His cock softens in his mouth but he doesn’t immediately pull out and only then, do you remember what you’ve been about to do.

You pinch his thigh lightly, looking up with moist, pleading eyes.

“What is it, darling?” Chan needs to know, taking a step back.

“Help me stand, please,” your voice is hoarse.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks as he grips your hands and leads you to sit for a while on the stupid chest responsible for your current pain. Okay, maybe, you brought this upon yourself but whatever.

“No, you were perfect, it’s just that my knees hurt. Fucking dumb wooden thing,” you grunt in frustration, punching it with your tiny fist.

Chan chuckles and strokes your hair comfortingly in complete contrast to how he was pulling it mere seconds ago. Then, he pulls you into his arms for a sweet hug.

“Sorry…I’m killing the mood again, aren’t I?” you pout.

“Not at all. Remember you’re in charge of whatever happens between us. You wanna pause, we pause. You wanna stop, we stop. I would hate myself if this doesn’t feel as good for you as it does for me.

“You feel good?”

“Are you kidding? Do you think I’d offer just anyone to fulfil their fantasies hidden in their drafts?” Chan laughs fondly.

“I’m glad you think so,” you smile at him gratefully. “I’m better now so if you’re still on board, we can continue.”

“I’m on board but let me come up with a new plan. I was thinking of fucking you doggy style but now that’s out of the question with your knee situation.”

Hearing him speak out loud what he was planning to do to you sends shivers down your spine. Damn it, maybe you should have just hidden under the table.

“How do you feel about missionary?” Chan inquires.

“Wouldn’t it be too intimate for the kind of scenario we’re doing?” you are doubtful.

“Not if I hold you down,” Chan murmurs smugly.

“Oh. Well, then…like I said, you can do whatever you like.”

“Action?”

“Action,” you confirm.

Chan wastes no time in pulling you up from your sitting position and pushing you down on the cold floor. He’s holding your wrists with one hand and undressing you with the other. Scratch that. He’s tearing your dress apart. It was never one of your faves.

“W-what are you d-doing?” you mewl at him.

“Shut the fuck up,” Chan commands.

He doesn’t bother with stretching you out because he sees you’re already soaking wet for him. Instead, he forces his thick cock inside of your tiny pussy.

Only this time, your screams are real and you’re not at all pretending.

“T-too b-big, it h-hurts,” you cry out.

“You can take it, bunny,” Chan says confidently.

You know that you can put an end to this with one simple word but damn, does it feel incredible to be stuffed full by your best friend’s large manhood.

“Shh,” he whispers in your ear. “This’ll feel so much better if you relax f’me.”

You’re trying, really. But it’s too much you feel like he’ll split you in half. Okay, maybe not a bad way to go but still.

“D-daddy, it h-hurts so m-much,” you slur mindlessly.

Wait, what did you just say?

“Daddy, huh? Easy, babybun, your wolf dad’s gonna take good care of you, I promise,” Chan’s words send you into overdrive and you come around his cock, your thighs are shaking and you’re arching your back. You can’t think anymore, you just need to be with him stuck in this moment forever. Soon enough, he releases his cum inside of your pussy.

You want to beg him to stay there for a while but you are too weak to speak.

Instead, Chan uses his fingers to push back the cum inside of your tiny pussy.

“Gotta make it stick. Will my bunny have my wolf puppies, huh?”

Oh? So, he’s that kind of guy. Well, you can’t say you mind...Besides, you’ve talked about this before and you’re on the pill so whatever he says is just for the sake of the scenario. Right?

“Was this okay?” Chan intends to find out and judging by his soft tone that is just begging to be praised you can tell that the scene is over.

“You did amazing, Chris,” you sigh wistfully and kiss his cheek.

“Better than your fantasies?”

“You have no idea.”

“So…when can we do something like this again?”

“Gee, let me have some water, at least,” you joke but your best friend (?) takes it literally and scoops you up in his arms, heading towards the stairs.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“To get you water, of course. And have a bath. And then to bed.”

Fuck. Maybe staying friends will be more complicated than you initially thought.

Once you’ve both been hydrated, washed up and dried out, you are cuddled in your bed, sharing snacks.

“Do you want to try something more extreme next week?” Chan asks casually. As if what you just did wasn’t already pretty intense.

“Um, sure? What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Kind of an outside setting. It will take some planning to make sure there aren’t other people but…it just came to mind while we were in the basement.”

“Tell me more about it,” you blink curioisly and put your hand on top of his.”

“So…how do you feel about being chased in a forest?”

To be continued…

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nanami kento fic recs

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when you break up and make up - ( @omgeto ) divorce au, angst

dorm room escapades - ( @satoruhour ) smut, dad´s bestfriend!nanami, age gap, GAWWDD DAMNNNN, daddy kink, this is some good stuff

you ask him to fuck you like a whore - ( @ramonathinks ) its a short one but me likey

nanami drabbles - ( @sugurizz ) pwp, pls yall readdd part 2 and part 3, its crazyy

nanami is strong af - ( @peachsayshi ) short blurb, smut, sdflksjd this got me giggling and shii

fifteen minutes - ( @roseglazedlens ) “Say that again. Louder. Can’t hear shit with the sound of my dick slapping into your cunt.” that´s all I have to say, your honor

protective - (@kingkonoha ) headcanon, hubby!kento, my man my man my man my man i love thissss

swear it´s just right for you - ( @slttygeto ) smut, fluff, hubby!nanami, I´m weaaaak, he´s so husband material

stressed after work - ( @arminsfavoritepookie ) boyfriend! kento, a cute lil drabble bc he loves your mere presence

labour of love - ( @s4lv4tions ) fluff, vanilla smut, lowkey angst if you´ve been keeping up with the manga/anime, loving hubby!kento, SO DOMESTIC, love making, :(

losing his mind - ( @daisynik7 ) smut, dom!reader, hubby!kento, sub!kento, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW, 10000/10, now this is new

his protégé - ( @augustinewrites ) fluff, slice of life, fiancé!kento, dinner time with yuuji, it´s so wholesome :´)

tie my tie, marry me - ( @kenananamin )fluff, slice of life, "the moment nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side" please just do yourself a favor and READ THIS

putting you in your place - ( @fairyhub ) smut, reader is gojo´s brat little sister, mean!nanami, BRAT TAMER!NANAMI, HEAVY degradation, “Maybe this was your fucking goal all along. To have me ruin you on my cock and fuck the attitude out of you.” CALL 911

edging - ( @pseudowho ) smut, pwp, fluff, this,,,,this is one the BEST nanami smuts out there, i just know the description of the whole thing is 100% accurate, the details, the way this is written, the visuaLSsss ldskjfhjsalfh go read it pls

married man - ( @rizsu ) fluff, work au, HE IS A PROUD HUSBAND OK, the man was just waiting for somebody to say sOMETHING sljsdhfl now he can´t stop bragging about his perfect wife

riding - ( @screampied ) smut, hubby!nanami, "riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose", LASJHLSFJH THIS IS SOME GOOD STUFF, the ride was so good he had to propose.. again

bunny - ( @lxnarphase ) smut, bear hybrid!nanami, bunny hybrid!oc, soulmates, it´s a short one buttt i like it

[sunderwight]

Moshang AU where Airplane transmigrates into a demon NPC from one of the fanservice clans he created, rather than into Shang Qinghua.

So basically, there was a point in time where a lot of PIDW chapters were just Luo Binghe running around propelled by political plots and rebellions from the demon kingdoms, and most of that actually just ended up being Luo Binghe collecting wives with cute animal ears and tails and various abilities that Airplane used all of once and then completely forgot about. They covered the usual bases of the sexy cat girls, sexy fox girls, sexy bunny girls, sexy bird girls with wings, etc, before moving into more, erm, niche animal hybrid demon territory.

Which is all a roundabout way of explaining Cute Hamster Boy Shang Qinghua in his faithful-to-canon clan of Hamster Demons, whose primary skills include cute squeaking noises and digging abilities.

In the process of making his braindead written-in-a-panic-at-3-am "world building" on this front actually function in a real version of the setting, there has got to be a way for the otherwise-unremarkable fanservice demon tribes to actually survive the incredibly hostile environment which Airplane otherwise described, though. Like yeah sure when you're writing a book you can just say in one breath that the demon realms are incredibly brutal and cutthroat, and then in the next that this tribe of bunny girls with no visible skills at self-defense has existed here for thousands of years, but if you actually tried to set that up in some kind of a simulation the bunny girls wouldn't last one year, let alone one thousand.

In that case of Airplane's hamster tribe, their digging skills are so supernaturally prodigious that they are able to construct massive underground fortifications in otherwise hostile terrain. But that still doesn't solve all of their problems, because they still need to acquire food, and for that they mostly do have to go up to the surface. Some of their weakness is mitigated by sheer numbers -- they have a lot of kids to offset the high mortality rate. However, to further increase the survival rates, the hamster demons also try and make contracts with some of the local liege lords or ruling clans whenever they expand into a new territory. In exchange for protection, they send some of their extraneous family members out as servants, to either cement alliances through marriage (that high fertility is helpful and was indeed the crux of Wife #whatever's acquisition in canon) or to work as diggers or even high-level architects.

As the like, twelfth son of the Hamster Demon chieftain, this is Airplane's fate. On the one hand he's highly positioned enough to get an education, and his plot knowledge helps a lot. On the other hand, he's not high enough in the hierarchy to be kept around, so it's either go work for some other clan or else risk his neck doing missions on the hostile and deadly surface. Neither seems great, but Airplane would rather try his luck as a sycophant than a warrior.

Luckily (or unluckily, depending on his mood when he thinks about it) when Airplane reaches sixteen years of age, it's around the same time that the Hamster clan's tunnels have expanded towards the Northern Desert. Airplane ends up being part of the "hiii~ pleasedon'tkillus let's be friends~" tribute to Mobei Jun's father.

Mobei Jun's father tosses him to Mobei Jun, so Airplane dutifully latches onto him in order to avoid being eaten by any of the other retainers. Airplane has been educated in various subterranean building skills and is under the impression that he's been given to MBJ in order to build him his own palace or something?

Everyone else assumes that the Hamster demon is a concubine.

Mobei Jun also thinks that's what he's been given, but he's too busy bristling in teenage offense at being given a concubine by his father to actually consider taking Airplane to bed. So when Airplane starts doing other things for him, he just sort of bemusedly lets it happen.

Gradually it becomes apparent that Airplane himself isn't interested in being a concubine. No. Clearly, this Hamster is gunning for future empress of the Northern Desert! How else would one explain all the lengths he's going to not only to win Mobei Jun's favor, but to secure his position and ensure his future rule? The system also wants Airplane to ensure the Abyss plot arc happens in the future, too, which means Airplane helps Mobei Jun win and instigate conflicts against the righteous cultivation sects too.

Obviously, Airplane wants power. Mobei Jun knows that if he gets an heir off of Airplane that will be that, the wily minx will use any children to secure his position, and MBJ is not convinced he could control himself well enough to prevent that sort of eventually. Airplane is fiendishly attractive, and he clearly knows it, and Mobei Jun is not sure if he wants to accept what increasingly seems to be the inevitable. He won't be a ladder for someone else's ambitions! But... as long as Airplane remains loyal to him, he will consider it. Even if Airplane never harbors any true affection for him, and simply considers him a means to an end. If, by the time he ascends the Hamster has not betrayed him or tried to elevate himself by flipping over this uncle's side, or seduced any of his other relatives or any of the highly-placed lords all salivating to steal MBJ's would-be empress, then Mobei Jun will grant his wish and make him the second most powerful demon in the North.

Airplane, meanwhile, just wants a snack and a nap. Maybe if he builds a secure enough fortress and amasses enough of an intelligence network and hoards a few advantages for himself, and figures out how to stop pissing off MBJ, he'll survive long enough to retire. Somehow.

[dreambunnynotes]

bunny's 60-day glow up challenge ❤︎

hi my loves! my birthday is right around the corner and i want to end the year strong, so i thought it would be a cute and encouraging idea to host a challenge for all of us glow-up girlies! the steps for the challenge are very simple and customizable, and they give plenty of space for low-energy days. this challenge is all about trying your best to remain consistent in your goals, not to strive for an impossible "perfection" but instead to build trust in yourself that you can show up for your beautiful self and achieve the glow up that you deserve!

steps for the challenge:

pick three habits or things you want to dedicate time to every day

write a sentence or two on why you want to focus on these habits so that you have motivation and inspiration to complete them on hard days; this could include a basic "why" or you could write out specific goals you'd like to achieve through these habits

write out three different energy level variations of the habits so you can achieve your habits even on low-energy days

optional step: write an intro post sharing your habits and goals with everyone! you can use the tag #bunny60days to connect with others doing the challenge and hype each other up with accountability and love - you can also tag me and i can cheer you on hehe! 🥰 otherwise you can simply keep track on your own using a journal or planner or whatever works best for you!

optional step: write daily (or weekly) check-in posts sharing what you accomplished on the different days of the challenge, what you'd like to improve on the next day, or just a general update on how you're feeling. remember that this is a feel-good challenge, not a shame-filled one, so be kind to yourself and use this reflection as a way to show compassion and empathy to yourself 💕 again, you can use the tag #bunny60days to track your progress and see how others are doing!

the only very important rule for this challenge:

if you fall off and don't complete every habit you've written down in a day, do not start the challenge over, just pick up from where you left off! remember, this challenge is about building self-trust and resiliency - this means that you won't let one bad day or break in a streak stop you from continuing your habits. being "strong and hardworking" doesn't mean doing everything perfectly from day one, it means picking yourself up when you fall off course and trying again even though you may feel imperfect.

why only three habits?

when we do challenges, it's so easy to want to accomplish everything all at once, from working out to sleep schedules to everything in between. however, when you eventually burn yourself out or don't complete everything on your super long list of habits, shame is bound to follow, and shame does not make healthy soil for a beautiful plant to grow. starting off with three habits with different energy levels is a good way to ease into habit building while still feeling challenging enough to be interesting.

i don't know where to begin! can you give me an example of some habits or goals?

absolutely! if you'd like an example, you can check out my own personal goals for the challenge here. i'll be participating too, so you know that you have at least one person joining you in your glow up! 🥰 there is also a blank template below for you to use for your own glow up adventure.

blank template for you:

my chosen habits:

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my goals and why's:

habit one:

habit two:

habit three:

my habit energy tiers:

habit one:

low energy:

medium energy:

high energy:

habit two:

low energy:

medium energy:

high energy:

habit three:

low energy:

medium energy:

high energy:

let's do this! bunny xoxo

[mapis-putellas]

Emotional support bunny

Pairing: Nat x you

Words: 1362

Warnings: none

Summary: you gift a stuffed bunny to Natasha on your one year anniversary. She adores it, names it, and promptly sleeps with it every single night. Well, that was until disaster strikes and bunny goes missing.

Notes: It’s been months. I have no explanation other than I’ve had some major writers block. I am, so sorry. And I hope this makes up for it.

It was on your one year anniversary that you’d gifted it to her. A small, grey bunny adorned in a cute black t-shirt with the phrase, this is my emotional support bear written on the front. It was meant as a joke. At least, that’s how you intended it to be at first. She was Natasha Romanoff. The black widow. Why would the black widow want anything to do it’s something so childish?

But surprisingly, she’d been delighted, and she’d quickly given it a name. Tiny. Tiny the bunny. For the first few days, tiny had sat on her dresser next to a photograph of you and her together. Natasha would give it soft smile and fond touch as she passes, and that was that.

But then, tiny would appear in your bed. Just during that day at first, propped up against the pillows when neither of you were there. But then one night, after returning home from a mission with Yelena and Clint, you noticed tiny was neither on her dresser or propped up against the pillows.

Upon closer inspection, as you’d crawled into the bed next to her, you realised that the reason tiny wasn’t in either of his usual spaces was because he was held clutched to Natasha’s chest. Your heart immediately melts at the sight, and after pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, you’d laid down and pulled her close to your chest before too drifting off to sleep.

From that moment forward -with the occasional exception of course ;) - tiny was in your bed every single night. Sometimes Natasha cuddled him, and sometimes you would because Natasha liked him to smell of you. Natasha had never been too settled when it came to sleep. Insomnia, nightmares. You helped of course, but there was something about tiny that would settle her immediately. You guessed it had something to do with healing her inner child.

Tiny would soon start coming on missions too. Of course he remained safely hidden in her bag, out of sight and out of mind from everyone else, but knowing he was there often helped. A reminder of sorts that she always had a piece of you with her no matter where she went.

Everything was great. Until it wasn’t.

You see, Natasha had misplaced tiny before. Whether it be he’d slipped out of bed during one of her restless nights of sleep or he’d fallen to the bottom of her bag after forgetting he was there and unpacking everything but him. But she’d never completely lost him before. Or well, she hadn’t until now. And her reaction to losing him wasn’t anything like you expected.

You’d walked into the bedroom to see her clad in nothing but a shirt and underwear determinedly ripping the blankets off of your shared bed. The rest of the room was a mess too, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you pocket your phone and make your way over to her.

“Nat?” You question, reaching out to touch her arm.

She startles at the touch as she whips herself round to face you, and you hold up your arms to show her you meant no harm as you take a small step backwards. “Baby, what’s going on?” You slowly lower your arms as you sit on the now bare mattress and give the shirt burying her small frame a gentle tug, coaxing her closer.

She steps in between your open legs, and you wrap one of your arms just beneath her rear end as the other one comes up to brush a messy strand of hair out of her face. Her eyes, you realise now, are bloodshot, bottom lip quivering as if she was doing everything possible to stop herself from crying.

You frown in concern as you give her thigh a gentle tug, coaxing it over your lap and against your hip. She complies, and you wrap an arm around her waist to keep her supported as she brings the other leg up so she was effectively straddling your lap.

She burrows her face into your neck, and your heart breaks when you feel hot tears beginning to stain your neck. “What’s going on my love?” You murmur, bringing one hand up to settle on the back of her neck.

Natasha shakes her head with a soft sniffle, and you frown as you give her a soft squeeze, not really understanding why she didn’t want to confide to you but happy to sit here and hold her for as long as she needed. It takes a while, but she does eventually sit herself up in your arms. Your arms move from resting against her shoulder blades to just above her behind, fingers slipping beneath her oversized shirt and grazing across soft skin.

“I can’t find tiny.” She whispers, one of her hands rising to cling to the front of your shirt as her face scrunches up and another soft sob escapes her lips. Your heart breaks, your hand rising up the bare skin of her her back and coaxing her back to your chest. She seems to allow herself to cry freely now, her body trembling as she clutches fiercely to the back of your shirt.

Some may think this was an overreaction to losing a measly stuffed animal, and maybe they were right. But this wasn’t just any stuffed animal. It was her comfort. Her safe place. And whilst that may seem childish to some, for Natasha, someone who had denied herself the most simplest of comforts because she was under the impression she didn’t deserve them; someone who didn’t have any ounce of a childhood, tiny was her everything and you thanked god she trusted you enough to let down her walls and allow you to comfort her.

“Is he in your bag?” You question as you begin the motion of gently rocking her back and forth in your arms.

Natasha shakes her head. “N-no. I looked there.” She manages to choke out, and you nod in understanding as you look around the room to see if there were any spaces tiny could have hidden himself in. When you come up empty, you attempt to wrack your mind for any more ideas.

“You looked under the bed?”

Natasha nods again as she sits herself up in your arms, hands rising to roughly wipe away the tears. You shake your head slightly as you gently knock her hands away, replacing them with your own and tenderly wiping off her cheeks.

You’re about to suggest looking elsewhere in the house for the beloved bunny until a familiar fluffy hand appears in your peripheral vision. You gently pat Natasha’s back to get her attention, waiting for her teary eyes to meet your own before pointing to the corner the room where a pile of clean laundry sat in its basket.

“Did you by chance change our bedding today?” You ask, rising to your feet before easing her down onto her own. Natasha doesn’t acknowledge your question as she all but sprints to the corner of the room, knocking that large pile of laundry to the floor in her haste to grab tiny from here he was hidden at the bottom of it before clutching him to her chest.

She lets out a quiet breath of relief, and you realise, as you make your way over to her and tug her into a hug, that she must have tossed him out of the way whilst changing your sheets this morning and had forgotten to put him back. Natasha’s arms rise to settle around your neck, tiny clutched in her hand, and you immediately bend to lift her up into your arms. Her legs loop tightly around your waist, and you place a single arm beneath her behind whilst your hand rises to rest against her back.

“He was hiding from you.” You laugh slightly, and you feel the way Natasha smiles against the skin of your neck as she moves tiny to settle against her chest.

As you stand there, holding your favourite girl in your arms, you thank your lucky stars that you’d found him before disaster totally struck.

**

@goldenempyrean - finally got something written 😭 @alotofpockets @natashasnoodle @widowsistersandfriends @widowbitessting

[liliesdiary]

Waking Up Daryl Dixon

Summary: you thank the older man for saving your life in a special way..

Words: 1.8k

Warning: slight dubcon, throat fucking, somnophilia, mention of bruises, age gap, reader is not Hershel's daughter but a daughter of a farmer, Hershel and the Greene's don't exist in this fic and they seek shelter on a different farm, Sophia isn't lost and Carl isn't shot (I'm sorry if this isn't good.. I haven't written smut in a while..)

✧₊⁺ : @taylormarieee @dustbunniess @silk-spun @hannahkay-411 @lanadelreykt @sinsandsweetness @star-wrote @may82007 @love-norman @dollyfl1rt @versatilehater @2svnder

You weren't an innocent farm girl but everyone thought you were. The girl that picked berries and danced in the stream by your father's farm. Ever since the apocalypse you were never able to dance in the stream alone again, your father never let you. A strange group sought to take shelter shortly after the apocalypse began, there were several of them but there was this one man that caught your eye. He looked a bit dirty yet you didn't mind, his muscles were covered in dirt yet it made you want him. You always loved a masculine man, one that could take care of you and isn't afraid to get dirty.

They spent days at your farm, you baked and served them food daily out of the kindness of your heart but one of the main reasons was to get closer to him. You learnt that his name was Daryl Dixon and that he had recently lost his brother. He was never with his group, he always looked so lonely. You wanted to comfort him. You always tried to get closer to his little camp outside your farm near the stream. You baked him sweets and left them by his tent since he never wanted to talk to you. You asked your father if you could visit the stream again if Daryl could watch you. Your kind father asked Daryl if he could watch you for him, Daryl hesitated at first but agreed.

You were excited and out of your most see through dress, you basically hopped to the stream like a cute bunny. You saw the man watching you from afar, he looked interested. You saw the way he looked at you, the way he scanned your body in that see through dress of yours. You went into the water and pretended like you didn't notice the man staring at you. You hummed and played with your hair, you danced and closed your eyes as you enjoyed the nice water.

That wet white dress hugged tightly around your body, making the shy man blush, he continued to stare as his pants grew tighter around his bulge. Your tits were bouncing as you danced, of course that was your intention. Your nipples hardened as he watched you, staring at your nipples that were begging to be touched and played with. He wanted to take you right there and fuck you into the mud, stain your pretty white dress and tear it right off of you. He got closer to the stream, you pretended to not notice as you bent down to touch the water, that see through dress hid nothing.

He got closer and closer, he was so in a trace with your body that he didn't realize there was a walker getting closer to you as well. He snapped out of it and grabbed his knife and drove it hard into the walker's skull, you gasped and fell into the water, staring at the muscular man and his knife that was covered in walker skull bits and blood. You have never been so turned on in your life.

“Are ye okay, pumpkin?” The man asked you as he held you up, his calloused hand wrapped around your pretty waist.

“Yes, thank you sir, thank you for saving my life.”, you thanked him as you stared into his dark blue eyes. Your body was hungry for him.

“No need to thank me, sweet girl.”, he looked at your soft breasts through your wet dress and gulped. You looked down and noticed a cut on his hand that was already bandaged yet looked infected.

“What happened to your hand? Let my father treat you sir, it's what he would want after you just saved my life, please let me take you inside.” you grabbed his hand gently and wanted to kiss it.

“It's okay, I don't need any help.” he says as he withdrew his hand away and turnt back to his camp, you stopped him and begged him once again, “please sir, it looks infected, it could get worse. let my father treat you please, he wouldn't mind.”

Daryl paused for a second, looking at your pretty eyes that softened his heart. “Fine, let's go before another walker comes.”

You smiled and led him back to your house, you told your father that he had saved you, he gladly gave Daryl the guest room and treated his hand, thanking him for saving his daughter. He wasn't very talkative yet accepted the room. He slept in there peacefully, he didn't want to admit it but the soft cold bed was so much better than his tent away from everyone. He kept thinking about you, the young farm girl, he touched himself to the thought of you. He always thought you were nice, bringing him sweets yet he didn't believe you were genuine at first. He thought you were just pretending to care for him, yet when he stared into your beautiful eyes as you were worried about his wound, he fell in love.

You baked him sweets again the next morning, you wanted to wake him up to a thank you treat. You walked in without knocking and saw him peacefully asleep. You quietly walked closer and thought of another way to thank him for saving your life. You closed the door and locked it, you were never allowed to lock the doors in the house yet you wanted this badly. You took off your clothes and the cold air in the room made your nipples hard. You crawled onto the floor slowly and slowly took the blanket off of him. He already had a bulge, a wet dream perhaps?

You hoped it was about you, you saw the way he stared at you, getting closer as you pretended to not notice. You knew he wanted to fuck you. You were no virgin, you weren't innocent. One of the things you loved the most in the word was getting fucked, especially getting fucked by men older than you. You touched his bulge gently, making him groan in his sleep.

You licked his clothed bulge, you can feel it twitching against your wet tongue. You slowly pulled his zipper down, reaching into his pants and pulling his cock out. It was big, bigger than what you usually can take yet this wasn't gonna stop you from getting what you want. You started to lick his hard cock, he was hairy yet you didn't mind, you loved the smell of a man.

He groaned at the sensation of your tongue against his hardened member, squirming in his sleep and moaning. You smiled and looked at him lustfully. He turned over to his side, his hardened cock closer to your face. Your wet cunt was dripping all over the floor. You grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off into your mouth, licking the tip and slowly taking him into your mouth. He tasted so good, you wanted more. You took his whole cock into your mouth, you can feel the tip touching the back of your throat. You wanted nothing more than for him to wake up and fuck your throat.

His eyes start to open, moaning at the feeling of your warm throat. He gasps and his eyes widen at the sight of your naked body on the floor for him, taking his cock slowly into your mouth. You give him a small smile, licking his cock as he moans.

“What the hell are ya doing? Yer dad would kill me for this.” He says as he moans and squirms.

“Please sir, I just want to thank you for saving my life. Please let me thank you, please use me however you want. My dad won't know sir.” You say with your eyes that scream fuck me.

He hesitates, you were impatient and dripping all over the floor. You climbed on top of him, “Please sir, I know you want me.” You grab his rough hand and make him touch your soft breasts that were yearning for his touch.

He groans at the sight of your body so close to his, his hardened cock stood tall between you two. He stared at your pretty lips, they would look so pretty covered in his cum, he thought. He knew he shouldn't do this but his lust won and he grabbed your neck gently and kissed your lips roughly. He noticed your hair was nicely braided, he grabbed your braids and told you to get back on the floor. He stood up and took his pants off, desperately wanting to be down your throat already. You stuck your tongue out as you waited for him to fuck your throat.

He grabbed your braids and fucked your throat, gently at first yet slowly getting more rough with each thrust into your warm throat. “Fuck.” He groans. “Ya feel so fuckin good.”

Your doe eyes stare at him as he bruised the back of your throat, you missed this so much, this is what you needed, to be used as a fuck doll by him. He pounded your throat as he held onto your braids, your pink ribbons were being pulled on as well, using them as handles for your pretty little head as he ruined you. You gagged and your pretty little bambi eyes form tears, you loved this.

Your gags were like music to his ears, making him get harder and harder. The sight of your pretty little eyes crying, your soft breasts bouncing with each rough thrust, the sounds of your gags and the struggle to breathe made him get lost in his pleasure. Your tongue roamed around his cock as he let go of your braids and grabbed your skull. your ribbons had fallen off and fell onto the floor, his hands were so big around your skull it made your pussy drip even more. His grip around your skull was tight as he pounded into you.

His body twitched with each thrust, his soft moans grew louder as he got closer. He came deep inside your throat, causing you to gag yet you knew to be a good girl and to swallow. His warm seed tasted good and you swallowed as much as you could. Precum and cum stained your pretty baby pink plump lips as he pulled out, cum was dripping from your chin and nose. You both pant as he grabs your chin gently and stares at your face covered in his cum.

“You're such a good girl, such a naughty little slut.” He says as he stares at your pretty face, spreading his warm cum all over your face with his thumb.

“Thank you sir, can we please do this again?”, you say as you start to get dressed, you can hear your dad coming inside the house. Your throat was in pain and you loved it, most likely bruised too and you loved bruises.

“Of course, little doll. Come back again tonight and i'll stretch that wet hole of yours, your wet cunt dripping all over the floor is begging to be fucked anyways.”