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yuiiasathesilly · 9 days ago

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tags hybrid puppy, breeding kink, knotting, master kink, humping

—📜" As much as you wish that owning a pup is easy, it’s not. You’re going to end up with a headache, missing clothes, and an aching hole at the end of the day. His rut is approaching and—oh dear, this is going to be bad.

When people tell you to get a pup, they don't tell you about the horrid responsibilities you have to go through.

It's always: 'They're such sweet things! You will always feel loved', 'Very loyal boys and girls', 'It's always going to be a joy around the house', and 'You have to be prepared to give them a lot of love. Ha. Ha. Ha.'

They don't tell you about the burden of actually having a pup.

"Fucking—Atlas! Drop that right now!"

Atlas, your newest pup, is bigger than your average pup. He's also a lot more handful than you imagined. A German Shepherd hybrid is often rare to come across in normal companion shops. Most are already taken by some older chap who wants some protection.

This one appeared at your doorstep. Now, he's currently running around your house with your socks in his mouth.

You groan, almost unable to keep up with him, "What is with you? Why're you so goddamn hyper?"

He tries to say something, though his words are muffled by the pair in his mouth. His tail wags behind him enthusiastically as you continue to miss him when you attempt a tackle.

Fastening out the living room, you try to keep up. "Atlas! Down boy!" He ignores you as he keeps manoeuvring inside your house. He ends up in the storage room, and you corner him there.

When you expect him to cower with nowhere to go, something else catches your attention. Atlas is rushing towards the corner behind some boxes. You peer; he has his old mattress covered in a cloud of your clothes.

"Fucking hell, Atlas," you sigh, "what is this?"

He looks at you like he has nothing to say. "What is what?"

"This? I thought I lost my sweatshirt, but—god, your fur is all over my pants!"

An unbothered look is plastered on his face. He sits on the pile of clothes happily before you start pulling them away.

Rushing, he goes after your cruel hand to take away your clothes. "Hey! That's mine!"

"No, it's not," you snatch your fucking underwear from the pile, "this is all mine, and I'm putting them all in the laundry."

"But what am I supposed to do if you're gone~?" he falls to his back and rolls around. His arms spread to cover all the clothes he could. He's too protective of your dirty clothes and you need to take them away now.

"Guard the house," you say. You kneel down on the mattress, tugging for the shirts. "Seriously, I would guess you're a retriever if I didn't see your papers."

He huffs. "Don't compare me with those sons of bitches." Atlas sits up, defeated. All of his work disappears into your arms. "I'm way better than all of them."

"Yeah, yeah." You need to come back to get the rest. With a grunt, you stand up and take them to the laundry room.

An extra pair of steps follows you there. Surprisingly, you turn to see that he's carrying the leftover clothes. "How nice of you to help for once," you say. "Just separate the whites, okay?"

The two of you fix your laundry. His tail sits low between his legs, a shy blush accompanying his downward ears. He's looking at your clothes like it's his arm—taken away forcefully by some evil monster. Which is you, by the way.

Overcome by his puppy looks, you throw a sweater in his direction. "Keep it," you say, "but if you take any more, I'm making you sleep outside."

He yips excitedly, cuddling the sweater by his chest as he's come alive again. That fucking easy to make this silly pup happy.

"Thank you so much~!" he giggles as he hugs you from behind. Seriously, is he a retriever? Atlas embraces you tight, pulling your body as close as possible to rid the distance between you.

You ignore him as you put your underwear away. "Yeah, yeah. You're welcome, pup."

"My master is the best," he cooes, head nuzzling to your neck. His ears tickles.

Pulling away is impossible. He tightens his grip as he moves the both of you back and forth. "Absolutely the best," he says, his tongue licking under your ear and to your nape.

Suddenly, his innocent movements are not so innocent anymore.

"Y-yeah. Just let me down, Atlas." His embrace starts to become little humps. "Atlas!"

"Master," he breathes out, teeth feathering over your skin. "A-ah… I love Master's scent so bad," he giggles, loopy.

"Good for you, Atlas," with a rough hand, you attempt to pull away. It ends with him whining and pinning you down to the washing machine. "Fucking hell, Atlas..!"

For a fact, you know that his rut is nowhere near. You were planning to neuter him for your safety, and now he's grinding needily on your clothed cheeks. You struggle against his strength. All he does is disapprove of your rejections.

When he growls, it's your time to scold him. "Atlas," you harden your tone, "fix your attitude."

A pained whimper leaves him. Immediately, he backs away. Turning around, you can see his hardon through his shorts.

"S-sorry," he says, pulling down his shirt to try to have some decency. "Master, I'm just really happy to have something of yours. I'm getting really excited."

You can tell. "Yeah, but I'm busy doing laundry right now. Now I got more clothes to wash because of you. See my dilemma?"

For a split second, you can see his cock twitch in his trousers. You sigh. "Sorry," he says, "Can I… fuck, can I just maybe hump you? Please, Master? I'll be so careful."

One thing that they were right about pup boys is that they're needy. And that they're good at giving you those stupid puppy eyes everyone is irresistible to. You feel yourself giving into his whims.

"Fine," you say. His eyes light up like fireworks. "Don't get too carried away. I'm still sore from last night."

Last night: getting stuck on his knot for an hour before having to calm him down when you pull away.

Atlas is back to his excited self as he mounts you from behind. Thankfully, you've placed most of your clothes back in the machines now. He pulls down your shorts, spitting on his hand as he rubs your hole—Jesus.

"Be careful," you hiss, gripping the ends of the washing machine. "Seriously, I'm sore.

"Don't worry," he smiles. "I'll take care of my Master~"

Red rises to your face. Somehow, he makes the simplest thing sound so sexual. You try not to let it sink in but he keeps mumbling your name as he fingers you open.

"So open for me, Master," he moans, rubbing your insides and scissoring you open. He's breathing into your neck and his cock is pressed against your thighs.

The height difference between the two of you is making the angle a bit awkward. He pulls you up so one of your knees lays on top of the vibrating top of the laundry machine. He's breathing hard, turned on just watching your hole clench around his fingers.

A breathy laugh leaves him. "Mmph… I'm sorry, Master. I need to be inside you now—"

"Wait!"

You're not sure when he undressed himself. But he has a leg up as he fucks his cock inside of you. A guttural moan leaves you, overwhelmed by the sudden stretch. Though your body remembers his shape, you're still too sensitive for this.

"Master," he moans, panting as his tongue tickles your neck. "S-so good… You feel so good around me, Master. I wish you could feel it~!"

He puts both of your hands on your stomach, making you feel the little bulge in your stomach. His long pup cock is thick, reaching deep inside of you with the base of his knot already forming. He's too excited and you're sure he's in his rut.

Atlas fucks his cock deep inside of you. He tries to slow his movements as much as possible. Yet, you can feel him whimper and whine as he struggles to keep a tame pace. His mouth is dropped open as he pushes his cock as deep as possible—he has a need to imprint inside of you.

"Atlas," you breathe out, clenching around him. "Just fuck me already, pup. Breed me with your big fat knot."

Your words are immediate. If you could look back, you would see his ears perk up and his tail wag excitedly. Taking your word, he ruts inside of you as if his goal is to put a baby inside of you.

"Yes! Th-… thank you, Master!" he moans, hips slapping lewdly against your ass. "So fucking good, Master. I love it—hahh… I love your sloppy hole so much. S-sucking me in like you want to be bred by me~"

He's manic as he puts a hand on your hips. "So good, so good, so good, so~… good!"

You want to lay your head down. Each thrust hits you deep inside; it rubs against your sweet spot. You feel yourself go crazy as he doesn't care for your own pleasure. He's chasing his own climax, and it makes you clench around him in desperation.

"Maste-e-e-r," he drags out, burying his head in between your head and your neck. "Puppy wants to breed master so bad. Wanna—wanna see you round with puppy's seed. S-so good."

"Breed me, pup," you cry, whining as he's basically only grinding inside of you. You can feel his knot start to attempt to push in. "Get inside of me, pup. Let me have your seed."

"Ah, ah, ah~!" He screams as his knot spreads open your hole—it pushes inside and he's quivering. Your oversensitive hole is being stretched to its last extent. You can barely feel your legs as he's grinding his knot inside.

"So good," he moans. You can feel drool going down your shoulders. "M-master… I'm gonna cum. 'm gonna cum. Puppy's gonna cum inside ofMaster. Gonna-gonna fucking breed Masta-haaah..!"

Waves of his hot cum surges inside you. He's holding you tight; attempting to fill you to the brim, he doesn't let you leave his knot. You're left hanging there to take all of him. When he thrusts inside of you unexpectedly, you can't help the spurt of cum that comes out of you.

He feels you tighten more and groans. "S-so tight," he whines, wiggling his lips as if that would help. "Mmph. Master, you're so nice."

If you were in a better mindset, you would be criticising him. Saying that your compliance is his fault. Instead, you just lay there and take it.

A few minutes in, the haze leaves you and realisation punches you. "You little shit, your knot is gonna be in me for an hour!"

"…I think I'm going into rut, Master. I'll- er… I'll maybe last an hour or more."

"Atlas!"

Owning a pup boy is way too much work. You briefly consider giving him away to some adoption centre. Though he's too attached now, and you might find him back at your doorstep.

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yuiiasathesilly · 11 days ago

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More Private Affairs

Author's Note: Caelus, my love, my light, my beloved trailblazer 💛 I ship these two so hard. You can't tell me that there isn't chemistry between them. The game literally begins with Dan Heng nearly kissing him… c'mon now.

Pairings: Caelus x Dan Heng x male reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!characters, rimming, blowjob, aftercare

There are practically sparkles in Caelus' eyes as the trailblazer stands there motionless. His lips are parted in shock, and the only sounds that escape are tiny gasps and his breath hitching when he watches you thrust into Dan Heng sharply.

“Do you want to join?”

Caelus' eyes flick to your face, then back to Dan Heng's ass. “Uh-huh…” he nods. His eyes remain glued to his friend's perfectly round ass, and it looks even cuter pressed against your pelvis, slightly wet from your previous round.

“Then get down here for me.” you instruct.

The trailblazer sits on his knees, swallowing nervously. His golden eyes gaze up at you, searching for guidance.

You pet his hair gently. “Good. Come a little closer, you'll need to be quick once I pull out.”

Once you… pull out?

Before he has time to think about it further, your cock slides out of Dan Heng, leaving a string of cum still connecting your tip with his hole. Caelus hesitates—staring at his friend's leaking hole in total shock.

You push his head forward, holding him there until he finally understands his task. The trailblazer parts his lips, lapping at Dan Heng's messy hole as your load seeps out and slides into his mouth.

Being the helpful man that you are, you spread your friend's cheeks a little to help Caelus really get in there. Glancing between the trailblazer's legs, you notice his hardened member as it forms a glaring tent in his pants. His arousal is surely heightened due to his (not subtle at all…) crush on his dark haired friend.

“My, you're a hungry boy, aren't you?” Caelus whines at your teasing tone. Though he doesn't protest when your fingers comb through his hair.

After a minute, he pulls away to take a breath, and you take the opportunity to turn his head towards you.

Your friend now finds himself inches away from your length, and his cheeks darken once again. He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, glancing at your dick as if he's asking for confirmation. You need only nod at your friend for him to lick his lips then grab your cock with a trembling hand.

The heat from his mouth feels amazing surrounding your length — it draws you further in, causing your friend to gag as you push in a little too much at once. You decide to let him go at his own pace then.

It doesn't take long for Caelus to find a steady flow—bobbing his head as if he's a cock sucking expert. With one hand busy holding onto the back of Caelus' silver locks, you decide to spoil Dan Heng, sliding a finger into his hole with your free hand.

Both men moan in sync, each one enjoying the pleasure coursing through their veins. Caelus' dick is straining against his pants even more now, pushing shiny precum through the fabric.

The sight of your good friend palming himself while he sucks you off rewires your brain—definitely an image you won't soon forget. His cheeks struggle to contain your girth, and when he starts going faster, grunting with every bob of his head, it causes you to cum suddenly–

White hot pleasure fills your body and mind — numbing everything else as your only thought is filling the hole that your dick is buried in.

When you come back to your senses, you look down to find Caelus dazed while your cock throbs in his throat. And, in your lust-focused haze, you realize you'd shoved three fingers inside Dan Heng's cunt. His legs are shaking so much, and it's an obvious struggle for him to keep himself on his feet as he leans his forehead against the wall.

With everyone spent, you say you should all call it here. You pull out of both men, wrapping an arm around Dan Heng's waist again so he doesn't fall. After a second of regaining your bearings, you help Caelus stand, and then carry Dan Heng over to his bed.

Dan Heng's chest rises and falls as he lies on top of his blanket—the first to drift off while yourself and the trailblazer sit next to him and talk before you take your well deserved nap.

You absentmindedly play with Dan Heng's fingers, tracing shapes on the back of his hand too, while you praise your silver haired friend for being so obedient for you. His cheeks flush just as much as before, telling you to 'cut it out' with a sheepish smile.

Exhaustion creeps in — the two of you gradually take your place on both sides of Dan Heng, and soon enough, you're all snoring in a snuggle pile.

If you've learned one thing today, it's that having both of your friends together like this is better than any heaven in existence.

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yuiiasathesilly · 15 days ago

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#다가가면 갈수록 깊어지는 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐀

alnst luka / gn reader + patching up ; hurt / comfort , post-round 5 , one-shot — mention of violence, manipulation, death, etc. luka himself is a warning, contestant coded reader, hyuna mention!! intense yap session for this one, possibly ooc?

'this fandom is lacking in content oml.'

For all the pride and intimidation the man carries, Luka is quite frail.

His heart palpitates. It thumps in a way that used to scare him (he's accustomed now due to training), it either pumps too much or too little. His lungs don't quite expand as large as they need, though he sings like an enchanting devil. His body is slim. Seemingly a single layer of akin to his bones. Headaches come easy. The stage lights are far too bright, the neon pink signs that carry his name blind him, the music pounds in his ears, the reverb of the mics making him wish to wince. He senses far too much.

Luka wishes he could, for a moment, not feel a thing. Those punches that girl throws...they send vibrations through his body.

The bone of his skull itself feels bruised and cracked. He can no longer see fully out of one eye due to the swelling of his eyelids, the thump of the viens there contributing to the headache that started to form.

The way she grabbed, he felt as if he was suffocating—wheezes racking his chest when she lets go to punch. But those hurt too. He doesn't feel even a sense of relief of pain until she's dragged from him.

Despite the smile that briefly crossed his features, Luka felt no semblance of happiness, satisfaction, or any near-positive feeling. He felt void. Empty like his body was simply a shell. The cold look of the woman he so longed to have—to touch and squeeze to death himself, served to be no ailment, but rather a poison. She felt nothing about leaving him there, not a glimpse of compassion nor care as she stole his opponent. Luka carefully stands, clutching the fabric that covers his chest, taking deep and labored breaths.

His shaky, blue hands touch beneath his nose, feeling the small stream of blood. His eyes water, obstructing his vision further as he slowly walked to meet both his manager and owner backstage.

There was not a lick of focus in him as his owner gestured in front of him, no understanding reaching him. Not until he's dragged into a familiar white room. His bleary eyes lock onto the familiar form that is you. Your eyes were nearly a mirror of his. Empty.

"Ah—Luka!" He hears you call as he sits down on the seat he always does.

Your sigh fills his eyes and there forms the sparkle in your eyes he wishes would never fade. He doesn't say a word, simply relaxing in the chair, glancing as you pull together items to patch him up.

"You look terrible."

"..."

"I told you. Be careful with your mean little methods," you whisper, pouring some alcohol on a cloth and pressing it softly to his face, watching as he winces. "Ow..."

"It wouldn't hurt if you'd listened to me," your hands carefully clean his wounds, checking them after the blood is cleared. "Are you scolding me?" He manages to force from his worn throat.

"Yes. I am. Manipulating people can only get you so far, Luka."

"I win how I want to win. Besides, I won the last season with that."

A thoughtful hum leaves you, "And what happens when you die alongside your opponent? You aren't exactly blessed in the physical strength aspect," stopping the soft touches to his swollen skin, you look down, "What are you gonna do when your opponent hits harder than her?... The "Prince" is gonna perish."

Luka's hand flies to your forearm with a forceful grasp. His brows furrow, eyes looking up at you as if saying 'How dare you insinuate I die?'

A sigh leaves your lips. "Let go. I'm not done."

His chilling hands unwrap your arm, resting back down in his lap. "Close your eyes." Carefully, you put a patch over his swollen eye, bandaging the rest of his face. Your eyes scan his face once finished. Soft fingers explore, touching the expanse of his cheeks. A finger lightly brushes beneath his pretty lashes, others resting softly on pale skin.

"If you want to touch me so bad, ask. Though, I guess you already are...anywhere else you'd like to touch?"

"Like I'd want to touch you anywhere else."

"What a rude thing to say to a prince."

"Sorry, I don't obey rules of etiquette," your voice delves into a whisper, body drifting closer to the said "Prince." A soft sigh leaves the man at the feeling of smooth lips pressed to his forehead. Hand slide to cup his bruised and swollen cheeks. "That's grounds for execution," Luka mumbles, eyes fluttered closed.

"Will it be by your hand?"

"...Perhaps."

"Then I accept it."

Those brown strands remain in his peripheral. Though, perhaps they become out of focus at the touch of such a disrespectful servant. His obsessed heart thumps in a diffrent irregular rythm, now in tune with a soft, scolding voice. His frail body leans in front of him, yearning for touch much closer than fingertips. His mind bouncing, yearning for feelings much deeper than possession.

"Take your pump, then rest. You need it."

The man hums, his head remained rested against your chest.

"I move when I want. I refuse to be ordered around by you."

A soft, airy chuckle leaves your throat. Your fingers comb through his blonde hair, providing as much comfort as you could. "Yes, sir."

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yuiiasathesilly · 16 days ago

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Thinking about having a slutty boyfriend who just can’t seem to be satisfied with one cock, who will willingly get fucked dumb while you watch, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, ears burning, and desperately trying to apologize but unable to stop it all because it feels so good getting fucked, who will promise not do it again and leave an apologetic kiss to your lips but will be quick to ride someone elses dick whenever he gets the itch, maybe you’re away on some work trip and his toys aren’t enough and he needs a big hard cock pounding into his poor cunt. You’d understand right? so he puts on the sluttiest thing to wears and goes to the club , rubs his ass upon whoever is closest to him, before he lets someone fuck him outside , and when you come home the next day his poor abused hole is gaping, and dripping with someone else’s cum but you can’t complain when it’s so easy to slide inside and he’ feels all warm and wet and is practically sucking you in, so eager to get fucked even though he’s still got someone’s load inside, desperately clinging onto you as your cockhead drills into the most sensitive spots, who will turn around and happily kiss you with cum breath on his lips, who will fuck the first best stranger he sees because he can’t stand the feeling of being empty.

+ will even call you at times, “daddy m getting fucked” he breathes out while the other man ruthlessly slams into him “that so baby?” You hum out hand already finding its way between your thighs “mhm feels so good,” he cries out, his own hand wrapping around his cock “better than when daddy does it?” You ask as you unbutton your jeans. He furiously shakes his head. This man feels nothing like you, he’s much smaller in size much more erratic with his thrust but he felt so empty at the time needed someone to fill him up “use your words baby,” that springs him into action “Nono daddy not as good as you,” “that’s what I thought,” you say as your own hand strokes your dick “now put me on speaker baby”

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yuiiasathesilly · 21 days ago

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A yandere who's just like Courage the Cowardly Dog. He's not dominant, or assertive, or imposing. Instead he's rather cowardly, worries a lot, and overall just wants a peaceful life with you.

Yet you somehow always get in trouble, smiling obliviously in the face of danger. And he's always there, making sure you're safe. He'd fight anyone and go anywhere if it was to protect you, no matter how much it terrifies him.

“The things I do for love,” he sighs, bracing himself for another challenge.

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yuiiasathesilly · 21 days ago

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tags two cocks, hypnosis, kidnapping, dub-con, praise kink, light sub naga, oviposition, breeding kink, aftermath of mind control, altered memories

—📜" Making your way back to the campsite, a kind stranger guides you back to where you're needed. With him

Recounting your steps would be futile. It’s best for you to leave fate like this.

It got dark too quickly and you still haven’t traversed your way back to the camp. A short trip to your van for some extra supplies became a longer task than you anticipated it to. You can barely see the sun anymore. The trees start to look the same. Your lamp feels like it’s about to go out any second now.

The camping materials hold you back severely. Your shoulder aches and the cooler in both of your hands are heavy. Watching the sunset, you drop the cooler below a landmark tree. Four scratches. You don’t exactly know what caused those scratches, but whoever did it, they marked your path back to your friends.

With a sigh, you bend over to carry the cooler again—

“You need help with that?”

The cooler drops to your feet, making you scream out. The person, who materialised out of nowhere, comes up to you. “Sorry, are you okay? I didn’t mean to startle you.”

The man looks concerned. His eyebrows furrow as he stares at you. It’s alright. It’s just… someone.

“Oh,” you say, wincing as you hold yourself up against a tree. “I’m alright, I guess. Are you, uh, camping here too?”

He smiles. His teeth are white and he has little fangs like your little sister. It’s cute. “Yeah, just by the lakeside,” he says.

You haven’t seen another tent on the lake. You’d know since you and your friends are stationed there. Maybe he’s more camouflaged. “Oh, uh, actually, me and my friends are there too. If it’s not too much of a bother…—”

“You want me to take you there?” he says, practically reading your mind. “Yeah. It’s getting dangerous out at night.” He approaches you, looking around the forest with cautious eyes. “Let me lead the way, yeah? Just follow me and you won’t get lost.”

You nod. He doesn’t look away from you and you don’t either. When he turns to the path, you follow his figure closely. You feel lighter now. The equipment doesn’t seem so heavy anymore… Did you forget something?

He asks you, “You guys staying for long?”

“Ah, well, for a bit. We leave tomorrow morning.”

“Really?” he laughs. “I’ve already been here a while and I never wanna leave,” he jokes. You think that to be true. He turns to look back at you, seeing as you struggle behind him. He reaches out, “Let me get that for you so that you won’t worry about carrying anything.”

You nod. Your backpack, your lamp, all of it goes to him. He smiles as you catch up to him.

You think you’re reaching the lake right about now. You remember seeing another landmark earlier. You think you were supposed to take a turn—but he hasn’t, right? He knows where to go. He knows what to do. You should trust him. You should trust him.

The night looks darker. Did the lamp run out?

He’s not holding anything. He’s not looking at you anymore.

“Hey,” you call out, looking around, “Are we…?”

“Yeah, we’re almost there,” he assures. “Come on. Hurry now. I can hear your friends from here.”

You don’t hear them. The wind threatens the both of you for a moment, the breeze coming along with it. He takes your hand to guide you forward. You think you hear them now.

There’s something in the distance. It looks like a cave. “Ri-i-ight over there,” he drags out, hands in his pockets as you both stand outside of it. “Your friends are calling for you there.”

It’s too dark to see them. It must be later in the night now. You can hear their voices. They’re calling for you. They’re calling your name. You can hear them so vividly. Get in the cave.

Get in the cave.

Listen to me.

Get in the cave.

Darkness envelops you with each step forward. They’re closer now. The footsteps behind you feel distant. Yet, you feel the warmth of a body pressed against you. You can feel the air against your neck, like soft whispers and heavy breathing.

You call out one of your friend’s names. It echoes in the cave.

“They’re here, sweetheart,” someone whispers behind you. He's the kind man. “It’s getting late. You need to change into sleepwear, hm? Take your bottoms off for me.”

There’s nothing you can see in the dark. You feel around for your pants as you start to unbutton them. Another pair of hands come to hold yours, guiding you where to pull and where to unzip. It helps you take them off.

“You look very nice,” you’re lowered to the ground, “sweetheart, you look very nice. Can you lay on your front for me?”

The kind man allows you to the cold floor. You feel nice. Just a bit sleepy. He keeps you up with his hands going up and down your body. “Wish you could see yourself,” he says, pushing your top up—revealing your chest—” you look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

You can hear something in the background. It sounds almost terrifying. Like the sounds of rubber stretching, the peeling of the skin, and small little grunts that echo throughout. Still, you’re soothed by the kind man who shushes you calmly.

“It’s alright, I just wanna…” he trails off, shifting you around so you’re laying on—something. It’s smooth yet hard beneath you. It’s cold, too cold. “...sweetheart?”

Has he been calling your name the entire time? You can’t really speak. You try to open your mouth but it’s too heavy. You’re lightheaded.

“It’s okay, just wanted to make sure you’re still here,” he says, “I wanna ask you something, just nod or shake your head, yeah?”

You nod.

“Do you like your friends?”

You nod.

“Do you truly want to see them again?”

You nod.

“Then can you help me out? Just for a moment, just for a little while.”

…You nod.

His chuckle is all you hear before he pulls you up. You can hear something dragging behind him. Once you’re pressed against the wall, you continue to hear it as something slides against you. You can’t move. You can’t feel your arms.

The panic settles in and he’s trying so hard to keep you calm. He whispers unintelligible things to you as something goes tighter, almost making you unable to breathe. It’s tight against your stomach and your shoulders. You can still feel your legs but you can’t move them. You won’t. You won’t move them.

“Stay still,” he says. “Just help me since I helped you, okay? Just one small thing.

“I need to mate with you,” the coils around you tighten, “I need to use you for a while and I promise I’ll return you to your friends. Just make me good for a bit, okay? You got that, sweetheart?”

You let out a little noise. He doesn’t say more as you feel air caress your now bare cunt. It surprises you. “I’ll try to prepare you.”

Something prods against your hole. It’s dry but you feel that you’ve already started leaking. He moans, “Already feeling good? I’m so glad. You’re gonna enjoy this, I promise.”

It pushes inside of you. Your breath gets choked out of you as you feel it massaging deep inside of you. Your legs shake as you struggle with it constantly rubbing against your G-spot. It’s playing it so easily that you can’t help but moan.

“Doing so good for me,” he says, his voice suddenly on your neck as the coils around you loosen. “Gonna put another in.”

He’s true to his word. Another thing goes inside your pussy and now you’re being scissored open. Your legs quiver hard. “So fucking wet,” he moans, “I wanna put my cocks inside of you. I wanna keep you with my eggs stuck inside. Fu-u-u-uck..!”

You cry out as the things inside of you fuck you. It thrusts relentlessly and makes you accustomed to the feeling of being stretched wide. It’s driving you crazy how it reaches so deep inside of you like an actual cock.

“I’m sorry,” he says suddenly, the thing inside of you pulling away. “I’m so sorry. I need to fuck you. I’m about to fucking burst and it hurts!”

You’re pulled up a little before something wet touches you. You moan, the slickness of it cold and almost uncomfortable. He whines in your ears as it rubs between your folds desperately.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck you with my cock, okay?” he says, something—his cock spreading slickness all over your cunt. “I’ll be gentle later. But you’re so good for me, so pliant, so fucking delicious—!”

He gets cut off by both of your moans. You scream out as you feel his cock stretch you. His fingers aren’t enough as you feel him split you open. The heat inside of you is warming you from the inside out, threatening to burn you alive.

“O-oh,” he moans, the coils tightening you, “that’s only one cock. I can’t wait to feel your ass on my other one.”

You don’t get to process his words as the coils around you guide you up and down on his cock. You’re stuck moaning without a name. His cock feels like your entire first, punching you in and out without mercy as he chases his orgasm.

In front of you, he’s panting. He’s going mad with the feeling of being inside of you. Every part of him feels like it's losing as you clench around him, unaccustomed to his size.

“So… tight~!” he moans, thrusting his hips along, “so fucking good. I wanna feel you take all of me. I wanna see you carrying my eggs so much. I wanna fill you up please..!”

He’s mumbling incoherent things as something slaps you from your behind. It feels like his other cock. You don’t panic. Instead, you feel tenfold the arousal as it pokes you at your dry rear.

It doesn’t push in. You know he’s disappointed with the way he’s crying out as he fucks your pussy harder.

“...so much. Wanna fill you up so much,” he moans, a sound coming from the back of his throat like a hiss. “I need to train you on my cock and make you never wanna leave. You’ll never need anyone else but me! Only—only me!

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.” His hips don’t stutter as you’re being suffocated again. You’re dizzy. You can feel yourself losing air in your brain as your cunt gets railed over and over again. The buds inside of you are getting rubbed to their most sensitive degree as you can feel him in your stomach. It’s jarring. It’s terrifying.

It’s so fucking good.

You wanna stay here forever.

You wanna be trained on his cock

You never wanna leave.

You never need anything but him

Only him.

A cry escapes your throat as you squirt all over his cock. Your spams doesn’t make him stop. “Oh, fuck, you’re so cute!” he says, “you’re shaking. You’re—you’re so tight around me. I’m gonna make you a momma. You’ll never be able to let go of me after this, sweetie. You’re going to want me forever.”

Least expecting it, his cocks stretch you further. You let out a meek noise as it struggles to push something in. “N…no more,” you sob, your walls pushing against it as it tries to make itself home.

“It’s okay,” he hushes. You can feel his arms around you as the coils loosen. “Take a deep breath for me. You’re doing so good.” It pushes in more. “Be a good girl. Be a good momma, okay? Come on, take it!”

He thrusts into you one last time and you scream as something gets pushed inside. You pant, feeling something heavy stretch you inside. It feels like you’re throbbing inside. It feels like a heartbeat

“That’s so good, you’re so good. Such a good girl.”

For the first time, he kisses you. The first thing you feel is his tongue pushing against your lips. It fucks your mouth open as you feel it slither. It’s long and thicker than at least three of your fingers.

You gag. You can feel it against the back of your throat and you struggle to take it in. He tasted sweet. Is it supposed to taste this sweet?

He moans on top of you as he rubs his cock inside of you, pushing the thing inside of you a little deeper. He pulls out of the kiss and you’re left with a drool connecting the both of you. “Mmm, sweetheart, you taste so good. Do I taste good?”

He does. You nod lazily as your head falls into his shoulders. He laughs as he strokes your back. “It’s okay. I’m satisfied for now. I’m sorry I rushed, okay? When you come back next time, I’ll be more gentle. I’ll even make a nest for you and our child.”

Before your brain can catch up, you’re falling into the sweet comfort of his arms.

When you wake up, your friend ushers you awake.

“Get the fuck up, sleepyhead!” she yells. “You’ve been asleep for hours, we need to go soon!”

You groan, unwilling to wake up. Your body feels so sore. The sleeping bag wasn’t the best for camping, you’d guess. What a waste of purchase.

Outside, the birds are chirping and the sounds of the river are soothing. You’re gonna miss this place, not gonna lie. It’s like something would die in you if you were to leave. Then again, you’re very dramatic.

Your name is called. “Hey! Help me bring this stupid ass cooler! Jacob’s already carrying the other one.”

You put it up against your arms. Huh. You feel like you got a moment of déjà vu. It’s probably nothing. You shake your head, trying to get rid of the morning fog in your head.

Fuck. You think you need to check in at a hospital. You can barely walk and your stomach feels heavy. Maybe get someone to check in on you—...

No.

You can’t do that.

You can’t let anyone touch you down there.

Just need to return to the lake after a month and you’ll be good as new.

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yuiiasathesilly · 23 days ago

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Guys I’m in love with cat hybrid bf lately… I just think he’s very cute.

Imagining cat hybrid bf dragging you around by the scruff… or at least attempting to. He’s got this urge to coddle you, and one of the things he wants is to carry you around like a kitten by your scruff.

In reality he ends up dragging you around, and you yowl and mew, your small claws useless against him.

It’s not painful, just annoying and gets your clothes all dirty.

Or if you’re human he gets so pouty when you ban him from biting the nape of your neck during sex because he gets too rough trying to dominate you.

“I-it’s instinct… I do it so you submit to me…”

Pouty guy…

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yuiiasathesilly · 23 days ago

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WHAT THE HELL DID ANGELO DO TO THAT TOOTHBRUSH!!! also HAVE YOU EVER DRAWN HIM YET!! Wanna make fan art when I'm out of artblock!!

Angelo grabbed that tooth brush and put it up.. unholy places 😰

I DO HAVE A SKETCH!! IM SORRY I CANT COME UP WITH SOMETHING BETTER BUT I SWEAR I WILL MAKE A BETTER SKETCH FOR HIM ONE DAY!! <3

Have the slutty doll. 🤲🤲🤲

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yuiiasathesilly · 24 days ago

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𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 TW MDNI . slight nsfw . yandere content . stalking . submissive yandere . creepy thoughts . highly unprofessional behavior from yandere . if reader is a simp and Alejandro is a bigger one .

You organized various assortments of products on shelves, placing each product perfectly, the name of the item fully on display,

While stepping back to admire your work you heard the squeaky shoes of a little kid, suddenly a small body crashed into your side and landed on the floor with a sickening crack,

“Jimmy! Jimmy! Oh my god! JIMMY!” The frantic voice of a woman called out, you instantly turned around, seeing the little boy wailing on the ground, his arm twisted in an uncomfortable direction,

You crouched down next to the child, trying to get him to calm down as you inspected his arm,

The same woman ran in your direction and pushed you off her child with a rough shove, tears welling up in her eyes,

“YOU! YOU DID THIS TO MY CHILD!” She shrieked, holding the kid in her arms,

“I-I ma’am! I swear it’s not that, your child was running and crashed into—“

“I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT! I AM GOING TO SUE YOU FOR THIS!” She screamed at you, her spit landing on your face as you stepped back,

A burning pain splattered all over your face, the woman’s purse making a harsh contact with your nose bridge,

Small red droplets dirtied your white uniform polo shirt,

She scooped up the injured boy in her arms and ran outside the store, yelling profanities and curses at you,

Suddenly a loud crash was heard as the woman kicked the large shelves, causing the tall shelves to come down on you, one by one alike to dominos,

You can’t remember what happened next, as you woke up in a hospital.

So. You have a huge law suit over your head now, a metaphorical guillotine over your neck, just waiting to be brought down on you, decapitating you and your clean record,

You stood in the waiting room, the fresh smell of floor cleaner wafting into your nostrils, helping you distract yourself momentarily,

“Mx (Y/N)?” A deep voice rings out, pulling you back into reality,

You glance up at the source of the voice, your (e/c) meeting with scarlet red hues, sharp eyes encased behind glasses,

You slowly got up, using your crutches to stabilize your footing, the man waited for you, his eyes inspecting your form as if calculating your every move, he stared at you for longer than needed but you ignored his eyes and kept acting as if nothing was happening,

He politely opened the door for you, giving you enough room to limp inside the office, after you successfully sat down, the man stood in front of his desk,

His ruby eyes were drilling into your own, as if memorizing every single detail of your iris, you looked into his eyes too, trying to seem confident,

If you looked close enough you could see the slight color difference under his eyes, you recognized that gaze— of exhaustion and pulling all nighters, but he did do a good job minimizing the eye bags!

You didn’t get to look at him properly but he was very well dressed.. the classic black vest along with black dress pants and a white dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his forearms,

Pretty purple hair gathered at the back of his head in a ponytail, two tresses framed the sides of his face, bringing more attention to his sharp features, he was attractive.. Very attractive.

After another round of continuous staring the male finally cleared his throat, breaking the suffocating tension in the room,

“I am Alejandro Ortega, your defense in the court.” He stated clearly, sticking his hand out, asking for a hand shake,

“Oh. I’m (Y/N), thank you for your time sir.” You politely stretched out your arm and gently shook his hand,

His larger one enveloped your own hand, giving you a steady and firm handshake, slightly squeezing your hand in his,

His touch lingered, hand still tightly held around yours, he stared into your eyes, unwilling to let go,

You half smiled, trying to pull your hand away from his, slightly becoming unsettled when he didn’t let go,

He coughed, letting go of your hand and sitting down on his own chair,

He crossed his legs under the desk, taking out a paper and a pen, tapping the opposite side of the tip on the paper sheet, he discussed with you the phases of how he was planning to defend you in this case, giving you a bit of a background check on him,

“Well then, please tell me how everything happened, miss (Y/N).”

You started retelling the events of the store, your hands coming in play and moving around to emphasize your actions and feelings,

A soft smile bloomed on the man’s face, sometimes even chuckling quietly at your exaggerated gestures,

Alejandro liked—No, adored your company, you were so charismatic and lively, your energy was so contagious that even his hard exterior had began to show cracks,

The buzzing in his chest wouldn’t stop, his hands were sweaty and his face felt warm, just what was this feeling? He is supposed to maintain a poker face and not show any favoritism with his clients.. Oh but you.. he couldn’t help but show contentment around you,

Unfortunately you soon had to go home and rest, he felt truly pity for you, being all bruised up and injured— on top of that you were in the process of being sued,

Such a sweet soul you have, he would make sure that you would be well protected under him, he would hate to see you in harms way,

Alejandro finished helping the janitors cleaning up, he waved everyone off as they left, with suitcase in hand he leaned against the wall,

Ever since your appointment with him he couldn’t stop thinking of your face and voice, perhaps he could use your files for some.. private research.

He opened the doors of his home, his wife, Ume, peeked into the hallway as if already knowing it was him who entered the manor,

Her long white hair flowed behind her as she sped walked towards him, she brushed her bangs out of her beautiful face as she approached him,

“Honey! Did you get off work early?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a loving peck on his lips,

Alejandro grunted in response, peeling her arms off his shoulders and neck, he despised physical contact from Ume, he hated her voice, to him it sounded like nails scratching against a chalkboard, it irritated him, greatly so.

Ume was not at fault, for she had done no wrong to him, she was what any man would wish for, she was obedient, beautiful, loving and skilled in every aspect,

He just hated the intent behind his marriage with her, ever since he had slipped out of his mothers womb and brought into this world he had no control over his life, for it had been decided for him,

What he was going to be, who he was going to marry, where he was going to study, who his relationships were and even how he should feel,

He had no control over his life, he had never had any control over his own livelihood, his parents had controlled him even beyond the grave,

He hated his life. He hated Ume. He hated his parents. He cherishes you. He hated everything but you.

You had brought excitement to his life somehow, you came into his office and sparked something in him with your attitude and personality,

Maybe his life wasn’t so bad.

He stared at the knives in his kitchen, his hand itching to find something— someone to slice into ribbons with the sheening blade of the knife,

When did he become so violent? Was he this savage all along?

He shook his head lightly, taking off his glasses momentarily as he cooked dinner for his self and Ume,

He flipped the chicken and rice in two plates, as he brought the food and placed it down on the long hall table,

Ume awed at the perfectly cooked food, she dug in immediately, complimenting him and his cooking skills every time she spooned food into her mouth,

Alejandro subconsciously clutched a napkin in his hand, his knuckles turning a ghost white from sheer force,

“..Thank you” he muttered, his hand shakily cutting off some chicken and inserting it into his mouth,

His mind wandered off to your beautiful eyes, those beautiful (e/c) gems twinkling under light enamored him so much..

Alejandro noticed how your eyes would wander off sometimes, looking at him intently, as if you were listening to the most interesting thing in the world, it just made him feel so bashful..

How long had it been since he had seen you? 5 hours? 5 days? 5 years? God, he can’t remember anymore, just being away from you felt like an eternity, it was driving him insane..

Maybe next time the both of you meet you can go out for a drink together.. he smiled a little at that, perhaps he could invite you to a garden and talk to each other and learn more about you..

“Dear? What are you smiling at?” The gratingly annoying voice of his wife chimed in, anger rose inside him, taking most of his willpower to keep a calm mind and most importantly of all not to lash out at her,

“It’s none of your concern, Ume.” He answered coldly, glaring at her, a small vein sprawling across his temple in irritation,

She looked taken aback by her husband snapping at her, her smooth caramel tinted skin draining of color, her wonder turning into a fear in a flash,

Just as she was going to open her mouth to apologize Alejandro cut her off,

“—I’m going to go take a shower, I’m finished with my diner, wash the dishes please.” He instructed as he left but not before giving her a pointed look,

Alejandro shut the bedroom door behind him, huffing as he sat on his and Ume’s shared bed

Ume wouldn’t understand, she would break down if she ever found out he had developed romantic feelings for someone else,

As soon as he makes developments in yours and his relationship he will make sure to get divorce papers signed immediately,

He wouldn’t want you to think he was unfaithful, because he isn’t.

His marriage never worked out anyway, he can only imagine the beautiful domestic life you would have with him,

He wouldn’t have to come into office, he could be your stay at home husband! He knows how to cook, clean and overall good spouse.. He spent most of his childhood honing these skills by taking care of his little sister,

He simply goes into work to avoid having to see his insufferable wife, even a minute away from her made his life expectancy slightly increase,

He opened the water, staring at his reflection before stepping into the shower,

Cold water ran from the shower head, landing refreshingly on the tall males’ back and body,

He sighed, relaxation seeping into his body slowly and steadily, he leaned his body weight onto his forearms,

His forehead rested on the cool shower walls, cleansing his thoughts for just a moment, his long hair stuck to his forehead and shoulders as water slipped off in small droplets,

as hard as he tried he couldn’t fend away certain thoughts, all of them being of You. You. You. Ý̵̯͙̰̾Ô̸̱͉̖̣̾͝Ú̷͎͍.

Look at what you have reduced him to.. A lovesick fool.. craving nothing more than you— It has only been five days, yet you live in his brain and heart like maggots, digging deeper and deeper into him..

Yet he didn’t care, he would allow you to do so because he knew that he secretly liked it, he liked having someone to obsess over and follow like a lovesick puppy,

he had been saving his love for too long, and now it seems that you pulled the trigger on his heart, for this dangerous love ridden russian roulette has just started.

He now understands why he suffered for so many years, he sees now that it was all for you, it seems that god has gotten tired of torturing him and sent you, as his savior— his light.

If he knew things would come to this he would have chosen to suffer again and again, continuing what appeared to be an endless cycle just to be able to meet you and reach zenith.

He is holding his heart in his hands for you, it was you awakened feelings he never thought were real, now assume the consequences of your actions, won’t you, love?

Ume stalked the halls of the huge mansion, her heart feeling heavy after she upset her beloved husband,

She smoothened down her dress as she shakily opened the bedroom door, seeing that the room was empty she sat down on the bed,

Staring at the bedroom door longingly she decided to slightly peek through a crack in the doorway,

The water landed against the shower floor, helping muffle out the small whimpers and moans that were heard from Alejandro,

His hand fisted his cock rapidly, his hips bucking into his soft hand to feel some kind of friction, the sound of his hand clapping against his skin being audible even with the drizzling water ambients,

Ume’s eyes widened, never had she though her husband could ever make such.. Sinful sounds, it seemed he was saying something between the strangled sounds of pleasure..

“—N).. (Y/N).. Mmph! (Y/N), please..”

(Y/N)? Who was this (Y/N)? Why was her husband saying that name? Was he cheating on her?

Her green eyes zeroed in on his body, watching as his back would arch and tremble whenever he would get close to climax,

Ume had tried a handful of times to get some kind of intimacy going on with Alejandro, going as far as getting some.. Aphrodisiac products, however it seemed that even under the influence of such hard core drugs he would rather deal with it himself than come close to her,

His free hand roamed his body, soon reaching up against his chest and starting to play with the soft muscle,

Delivering soft and hard squeezes, soft groans muddled with mutters of “I love you”s slipped out of his lips,

Dampened hair fell over his eyes as he pressed his cheek against his shoulder, gentle sobs mixed with the sound of water running,

His thrusts slowed down as his thighs pressed together, with a final cry of your name the knot in his stomach came undone,

Loads and loads of white semen painted a section of the tiled shower walls, he kept thrusting into the air, riding out his high.

Ume closed the door quietly, sitting on the bed she placed her hands over her face, her well manicured nails digging into the sides of her soft face,

Whoever this.. (Y/N) was she was going to speak to, and it’s not going to be pretty.

Alejandro was her husband, hers only, and she was willing to fight tooth and nail for him,

The bathroom door opened, showing the ruby eyed man walking out with a towel wrapped around his waist, delicate beads of water dripping off his hair and rolling down his skin abdomen,

“Is there something wrong?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrow, eyeing her down menacingly,

The pretty woman but her lips while smiling, kicking off her shoes and spreading her legs open, an idea popping into her head

“Well.. perhaps, I’m feeling awfully.. Hot down there, help me will you?”

It had been 3 months precisely, it was your court date, you dressed up as best as you could afford, brushing your hair neatly and ironing your clothes to perfection,

You arrived early, looking at the huge court with furrowed brows and crudely covered dark circles, you weren’t able to get a wink of sleep last night,

Your mind couldn’t stop thinking of all the worst possible scenarios— What If you lost and went to jail? What if you were forced to sleep with a crazy cell mate? Sentenced to death? Having to use forks as hair brushes for the end of your days?!

A hand gently fell on your head, softly caressing your hair, you met scarlet eyes, beautiful eyes, the same shade as blood,

“Everything is going to be alright, I can assure you that, so please don’t worry your pretty little head over whatever you are thinking, will you promise me that?” You knew that voice, that was your lawyers voice, it was always so soothing to you, never was his voice rough or hoarse, it was always so warm and gentle..

You nodded, your worries calming down slightly, you weren’t expecting it but it sure was meaningful to you, you knew he was very.. Stoic most of the time, you liked to think he might have a soft spot for you, although the probability of that is probably non existent, oh how you were so so wrong.

The both of you entered the court, you were sweating buckets of sweat, pulling at your collar once in a while to try and freshen yourself up,

“Defendants please rise.” The judge called out, her voice strong and authoritative,

The both of you stood up, you were so nervous in the moment that you totally ignored Alejandro’s hand clasped around yours, his fingers intertwined tightly in between yours,

Alejandro was right, he was good, good was a massive understatement, he got evidence from places you didn’t even recognize, you had no idea if some of the documents had been falsified or not due to how legit they looked,

By the end of court you weren’t the one in cuffs, but the mother of the little boy, who had been taken into custody,

She yelled profanities at you, kicking and screaming at the police men to let her go,

Alejandro stood in front of you protectively, eyes narrowed into a glare, gaze as sharp as knives and glass shards,

You were so happy and relieved, weight had been lifted off your shoulders, you felt as if you were going to cry or happiness,

Your chest felt light as you hugged Alejandro, thanking him a million times over and over,

Had you overstepped boundaries? Maybe, Would Alejandro normally flip out and do something unseemly? If you were someone else, yes.

But it’s you, how could he deny you of something he had been wanting to do for a long time? How? So he wasn’t.

He deserved this too, he had gone through so much trouble to fake so much evidence to get that dirty bitch in jail, and you were willingly giving him his reward,

He basically threw himself on you, his arms over your head, he adjusted your arms on his waist, letting you hug him as close as you desired,

His face was close to your hair— so so close to you, he just had to smell you, just one second, please please please please please please.

He breathed in your scent, his eyes threatening to roll back into his head, you smelled so good, he knew his wife was in the audience but he couldn’t give less of a fuck,

Let her watch, let her see how he loved you so much more, he didn’t care anymore, he wasn’t going to hide it anymore, because it was true he had become so intimately infatuated with you he couldn’t even stand being a moment without you,

He had all he ever wanted right in his arms, and he didn’t care what he had to do to make you his,

He didn’t care if he had to frame innocent people over and over again, he didn’t care if he had to make shady deals with hackers or mafia men, he will do crazy shit and get away with it!

If he had to let the world burn for you he would turn the world ablaze until only ash and cinder was left, only to light it on fire again over and over just to prove how much he loved you.

His eyes met his “wife”’s emerald like gaze, her eyes shining under light with jealousy, he knew she wanted to tear the both of you apart,

But he wouldn’t let her, as he would be the one ripping her to shreds this time around,

He will do anything and he means everything for you.

He would do it all in your name. ♡

#AHAT THE EFF. I LOVE THE LITTLE RIVALRIES GOIJG IN HERE OMG #I WAS SO SHOCKDF WHEN I READ THE FSCT HE HAD A WIFE #usually yandere fics only include yandere reader and some guy the yandere is killing #BUT A WIFE?? IS THE WIFE A YANDERE FOR HIS HUSBAND TOO??

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yuiiasathesilly · 25 days ago

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⌗﹒THEIR VOICE LINES ABOUT YOU ౨ৎ˚₊‧ GN!

Aether

❝Since the beginning of Mondstadt they've been with me. They actually turned out to be my second guide! Which makes Paimon even more of an emergency food❞

❝Whaa-Paimon will pretend Paimon didn't hear that!❞

❝No really, I'm glad I found them...or rather they found me. It really wasn't much of a surprise when I-oh-I'm already talking too much again.❞

❝Traveler can go shy when he talks about his lover, hehe. STOP PULLING ME AWAY-H-HEY-!❞

Albedo

❝Oh? I see, you already heard about Y/n. Well, its not a big of a surprise, they're well known here in Mondstadt. Don't worry, if you ever encounter them, dont be shy to talk to them. They have actually been a great help for my researches and experiments. ❞

Al-Haitham

❝ Y/N? Yes, what about them? Yes, we're in a relationship, and? No, I'm not mad, why? I'm asking to much questions? Could ask you that, you seem awfully interested in my partner. Passive aggressive? Pff, now you're just pretending things. ❞

Ayato

❝ You'd like to know more about Y/n? What makes you think I have answers? Oh? I see, Ayaka has told you about it, well...Me and Y/n have been in a relationship for quite a while now. They're a very good support, doesn't matter what path i take or decisions I make, they always have my back. Without them I wouldn't be half the man I am right now. Satisfied with this answer? ❞

Baizhu

❝ The person that always helps out here is not some assistant. Don't worry, I'm sure they're not insulted. Who else are they then? Oh, my lover. Whats with that surprised look on your face? Didn't think I'd be taken? To be frank...I'm quite surprised too that I got this lucky.❞

Bennett

❝ Y/n? My lucky charm? They're awesome! A loyal member in Benny's adventure team...the only one though...They go on every adventure with me! Saved my life multiple times! Bring me good furtune! And are my partner! Wow, I really lucked out for real this time.❞

Capitano

❝ I'd like to keep my private life as private as possible...but for you I make an exception, just this once. Yes, Y/n is my life partner, my lover if you'd like to put it that way. I hold them very dear and would protect them with my life if i have to. So, if I ever sense any bad intentions coming from you, I will crush you with everything I've got.❞

Childe

❝ They spend last winter with me and my family. So, to show them around and make them feel more comfortable in Snezhnaya we had a little snowball fight. Y/n got hit a dozen times in the face by Teucer. They lost, obviously. But the best part was, when we went home, the slipped right before the door and fell ass first to the ground...but instead of being upset or annoyed...they laughed. I knew they we're the one right then and there.❞

Chongyun

❝ Oh you know Y/n? Well, I do too. You knew? Xingqiu huh?...Can't seem to keep quite sometimes...Yes, I am dating them. Saying this feels foreign...I still can't believe they chose me of all people. But I'm not too insecure about it, after all, they chose me of all people.❞

Cyno

❝ Y/n is one of the few people who actually laugh at my jokes. I don’t know if its out of pity or if i truly make them laugh, but either way i don't care. As long as i see a smile on their face I'm at ease. Huh? What do you mean i sound lovesick?❞

Dainsleif

❝ There are things that I'd rather keep private and save, including my relationship with Y/n. So I have to apo-...no, i trust you but-...You're right. Y/n and I have been in a relationship for quite a long time now. They mean a lot to me, thats why I want to keep any information about them as private as I can.❞

Diluc

❝ Yes, I am in a relationship with Y/n. I guess the topic makes his rounds, huh? We announced our relationship just yesterday, but have been serious for a long time now. I am...not a public as you know. And i didn't wanted any unwanted or negative attention on both of us but i know i can trust you. Right?❞

Dottore

❝ Did i ever had a lover? What an inappropriate question of you~ Of course i had lovers, but none could compare to my favorite. Have you heard of Y/n? Oh yes, they are quite popular aren't they~? Well, they're mine, all mine. So it would be better for you if you keep your hands off them. ❞

Freminet

❝ Are they my friend? Uhm...no...they're a bit more than that. Uhm, yeah they're my partner. We've been together for a while now...Am i happy? Of course i am...I'm just a bit embarrassed thats all. No one has really asked me about our relationship yet except for Lyney, Lynette and father.❞

Gorou

❝ You want to know about Y/n? Sure, what do you wanna know? Yes, they're my partner, in fact, we live together! They're a really caring, they make breakfast every morning, tend any injuries i have and sometimes even run me a bath...that was too intimate.❞

Heizou

❝ Y/n? What do you know about them? Nothing yet but you wanna know more? Why? Interested? Why am I asking all these questions? I'm a detective, and you're interested in my lover-oops-now i ran my mouth.❞

Itto

❝ You mean the oni one for me?! The true love of my life!? THEY'RE AWESOME. I'm so incredibly lucky to have them. AND they're so incredibly lucky to have the awesome one and oni Arataki Itto as their boyfriend!❞

Kazuha

❝ They are currently waiting for my arrival...i cannot wait to have them in my arms again. I miss them every day...What's that book? Oh, it's just for all the poems i write for them while being away. One poem for each day. Once I'm back, i read them to them.❞

Kaeya

❝ Oh you mean my little snowflake? Yes, i know them quite well, i can assure you that one. Wasn't always like that though, took is a while to actually get closer. But i won't complain either way, I'm happy that we finally found each other...damn, look at all the sappy things I'm saying, they've done this to me.❞

Kaveh

❝ I'm still planning our house, i just cannot make it perfect! Ugh, it's really getting on my nerves. I NEED this perfect for them, I need to make this the house of their dreams. But it's taking way to long. Since when am i planning? About 3 years. And since when are we dating? Also about 3 years...oh...❞

Kinich

❝ When they first traveled to Natlan they didn't met me immediately. I've only got to know them through Mualani and Kachina. They once expressed their hatred towards saurian hunters, went off yapping for a good hour too. You should've seen the look on their face once i told them i was one of them. They're still embarrassed to this day, even more after i explained what i really do. One of the many memories that truly make me happy.❞

Lyney

❝ They're aware that true magic doesn't exist. That all my shows are just an act. That somewhere is a trick hidden, so simple its ridiculous. And yet, they're still amazed, still getting big eyed when I'm on stage preforming. Even after countless shows that are the same, they're clapping along like it was the first....I couldn't not have asked for a better support and love in my life then them.❞

Mika

❝ I still don't know how i managed to confess, maybe it's because i can't really remember it anyway. It's a memory I'd like to forget entirely, mostly because i was so embarrassed afterwards. But I never want to forget what they said afterwards. Everytime i hear those 4 words from them I get butterflies.❞

Neuvillette

❝ Y/n and I are in a serious relationship since 5 years and 4 months. We have been living together since 3 years and 1 month. I do consider our relationship deep and intimate. I trust them deeply and never once did I think about it otherwise. I truly believe that our relationship will hold on for eternity. Is this enough information or should I tell you more?❞

Pantalone

❝ Ah, my spoiled little brat? Joking, joking...well, only half. I do spoil them quite a lot, but i wouldn't consider them a brat...most of the time. Just last week I bought them this new coat, winter in Snezhnaya are the hardest in all Teyvat. Oh, and new gloves, a scarf an-no, why would i brag with my money, it's not like i have enough to buy at least million of coats.❞

Pierro

❝ The only thing you need to know is that they are with me and well taken care off. Should you not remember the fact that any hate or violence towards them is strictly forbidden, i will gladly remind you. ❞

Razor

❝ Y/n helped Razor a lot. Razor appreciates it, the help. Razor also loves Y/n. That's what Y/n always tells Razor every day. So Razor tells Y/n every day too.❞

Scaramouche

❝ Who? My lover? Them? No, I would never. No, I'm not keeping anything private?! Neither am I ashamed of anything...quite the opposite, huh? No, said nothing. Screw off now, i need to be somewhere. Where? None of your damn business...So what if its a date?!❞

Thoma

❝ Mhm, you're quite right, Y/n and I arw together. Lucked out, huh? I'm currently teaching them how to cook some dishes, been going well...for the most part. No, they have a hand for it but both of us always seem to lose any focus once we're 30 minutes into it.❞

Tighnari

❝ You should've heard their begging, "Oh Tighnari please, i can keep my own garden!" Yeah, keeping it, but not take care of it. Because who takes care of it? Correct, me. It's easy work, so it's not too troublesome. But what is troublesome is how they don't take care of it. *sigh* maybe i am a bit to harsh on them, they are a bit stressed lately anyway. They deserve to take a rest and calm down from everything. So i gladly take care of the garden, for as long as they need me to.❞

Venti

❝ Our first meeting was quite the embarrassing one, almost feel quite shy telling it....Ok! Ok! I'll tell you!....I fell into their lap...No, i wasn't drunk! Someone else was, pushed me by accident and i stumbled backwards right onto their lap in angels share. And to top it off i took their plate and drink with me. Lucky for me, they weren't mad at all. Still...it's so embarrassing!❞

Wriothesley

❝ Took them quite a while to adjust to Meropide. Understandable though, it's a change from the surface. But once they grew comfortable, it's almost like they don't want to leave. They quickly befriended almost everyone, especially Sigewinne. They grew quite popular here in the matter of just a few weeks. Good for me i got them first before anyone else could.❞

Xiao

❝ Hm? Oh, them? Yes, we're close. Why do you ask? Just curious? Ugh, don't look at me like that. What do you wanna hear? How much i love them? You can wait till the day Teyvat will shatter entirely, I won't say it to you, only to them.❞

Xingqiu

❝ Our love story is picture perfect. A written love story by the finest ink. Full of clichés. We reached for the same book, and our hands touched. Then and there, i was mesmerized...until they snatched the book first.❞

Zhongli

❝ Our love story has been holding on since 3717 years, and it will hold on for many years more. What makes me so sure it will? We love each other like it was the very first day. Never once did we lie to one another, were apart from each other or lost our trust. I do have a contract anyway if anything should happen.❞

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yuiiasathesilly · 25 days ago

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Thinking about titlover Scara | no nsfw but suggestive

He’s so funny because it’s obvious to everyone else but him.

Cuddling? His face is under your shirt sleeping right against your tits

If you wear a low cut top it’s mizuover for him. He’ll catch himself staring many times until you notice and he looks away.

When he’s stressed he uses them as stress balls

After a night of intimacy there will be more bite marks and hickeys there anywhere else

The fellow students know because he doodles your boobs in different shirts while he’s studying

He will still refuse to admit it though when you comfort him, he’ll scoff out “something silly like that. Don’t flatter yourself.” Before you walk off shrugging it off, but you knew. That night before bed you wore a shirt that wouldn’t be easy to lift and certainly wouldn’t let him fit his head under. You fell asleep before he went to bed though.

A few hours later your eyes flutter open when you hear some frustrated and desperate whining as you see Scara try to move his head under the shirt but he can’t. His fists clenching the shirt’s fabric tightly as the farthest he can reach his head is your stomach. Eventually he got so pissed he ripped the shirt

The whining stopped when he was able to rest his head on your tits

I read a fic and got an idea, don’t remember their @ though :(

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yuiiasathesilly · 28 days ago

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𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋, 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄?

— YANDERE EMPEROR x GN READER

tags. historical/regency au. arranged marriage. half-angel!emperor. sub!yan & dom!reader undertones. mild blood & violence tw. suggestive content. mention of reader 'fucking' yan.

first part/reader's pov.

The Imperial Family is said to be descendants of angels.

It is evident in Castiel's entire being — with silver-white hair and amber eyes that seem to glow, a slender figure and milky soft skin. He heals too fast and tires too little. He is more beast than human.

When Mother tells him of his marriage arrangement, he cannot deny he wasn't unhappy. His spouse would see him for no more than his title, and treat him no less than an Emperor. Then, when the time came for him to produce an heir, his spouse would have to die.

Castiel is not a cruel man. He cannot subject you nor his child to the same thing generations of emperors and empresses had gone through before him.

… He had never expected to like you.

You're refreshingly different, and he finds himself seeking you out more and more. You're not charmed by him at all, nor do you fear him. You don't hate him, neither do you like him. You only meet his gaze dead-on, cold and aloof and bored.

They say your family were descendants of a god. Perhaps…

He tests his theory out one day, gifting you some books from the restricted section of the Imperial Library. They're books only the Imperial Family can read, written in the language of the divine. If your blood contained even a droplet of ichor, you would be able to read it too.

He doesn't know what you like to read, so he picks a bit of everything.

“Darling, these are all for you! I heard from the maids you were bored.”

You're holed away in your bedroom as usual. It's far too small for you for his tastes, but you wouldn't accept a larger bedchamber. No matter. He'll solve that problem later.

You take a curt glance at the books he's set on your desk, looking up at him sceptically. “Fairytales? I know where the library is. I can walk there myself if I wanted to read.”

He can't bite back the grin that splits across his face.

“My apologies. What genre do you fancy the most? I'll get something you'll like next time.”

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

He's shaking.

He stares in frozen horror at the blood pooling by his feet, and at his mother’s mangled body.

Castiel is not a cruel man. He isn't. He —

— He had tortured someone. He had tortured his mother.

He had been conversing with her over afternoon tea. He had told her of his discovery, of how you truly were a god. She had praised him, and said you'd be the perfect sacrifice, the perfect host for his heir.

He had seen red.

You are his. He won't — he can't — kill you. If he was an angel, then you were a god. To harm you would be blasphemy.

A shaky laugh leaves his lips. Oh dear heavens. The Empress was dead. He had killed her. For you.

What is he supposed to do now?

A soft gasp sounds from behind him.

“What did you do?”

It's you. Time clicks back into place instantly, and everything rushes back to him. You are here. You are here, and you will know what to do. You would fix — fix this.

He runs up to you, the sword in his hand clattering to the ground. Scooping you into a hug, he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

"I killed her. She said —” He stops himself there. Mother had said it was time to kill you. How could he bring himself to tell you that? He swallows.

“— She said that gods didn't exist any longer. How could they not? You're standing right before me. She said that gods didn't exist, and I killed her for it.”

Then he's rambling, the words slipping from his lips faster than his mind can catch up with them. He fiddles with your hand as he does, grounding himself with your touch.

You don't push him away, and for that, he thinks he could kneel and worship and kiss your feet.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

Castiel becomes the Emperor, and you become his god.

He knows you couldn't care less about him, but that is exactly how it should be. As long as you are tied to him, as long as you are his, whatever attention you choose to bestow upon him is whatever he will accept.

Then… you adopt a stray. A mangy, good for nothing demon. A demon.

You like the damned thing, even going so far as to appoint it your personal retainer. He's glad you finally seem happy for once, he really is, but…

“Hey, I can have consorts, can't I?”

He thinks you might just hate him after all. He curls up further into your side, wrapping his arms around yours tightly. You've only just fucked him so hard he saw stars, and now you're asking about consorts?

He hesitates. “Why do you ask?”

“Do you really want to know?” you ask him dryly.

He can't help but whine. Is he not enough for you?

He's being stupid, isn't he? Of course he isn't. You are purely divine, and he is merely…

That demon you seemed to favour so much… He supposes you could've picked a worse bed partner. A demon was but a fallen angel, and angels were the creation of gods.

“You may do whatever you wish,” he tells you softly. “No one in the world would dare to stop you.”

You laugh. “You can have consorts if you want too.”

His heart twists. Just what do you think of him? Fervently, he shakes his head, denying your permission. He'd never. He won't. He can't. He'd rather die before he let someone else touch him the way you do.

He presses a kiss to your jaw, slowly inching upwards. You chuckle softly, hand reaching to cup the back of his head. Satisfaction wells in his gut. Even if you did take that demon as your lover, you would still be his spouse. You are his, first and foremost, and you always will be.

You tilt your head, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

He melts.

end notes. a little tamer this time, but i wanted to flesh out the emperor a bit more :] again, thank you to the one who suggested the name castiel! the next post will probably be more on the reader x the demon ^^

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yuiiasathesilly · 28 days ago

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𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

CW: Pregnancy content (GN Reader), MDNI

Your husband had always been protective of you, providing you with endless needs and wants that you didn't really need even when you were still dating.

You thought he couldn't go any further with his love after you got married to him but it changed when he found out you had been eating for two.

Anxiety and fear, he didn't expect to get you pregnant at all. No, he wasn't scared because he wasn't ready to be a father. He was scared because of you. Could your body manage another life when you were already fighting for your own life? If he were to lose you because of this child, he would never forgive himself or the child itself.

Surveillance everywhere, massages for you every morning and night, a scented room that was tailored to your shifting liking, and food personally cooked to be both nutritious and bearable for you to stomach. He knew you were quite the picky eater so he ensured the chef knew he was walking on an eggshell with his dishes.

Yulian started to come home earlier and worked near you instead of holding himself in his study room. The bed was no longer cold and lonely now that he accompanied you to sleep and his pinene scent comforted you more than the aromatic candles he lit for you.

He expected you to have a moment where you might shut him off away from you. He had read that some found the sight of their husbands unpleasing during pregnancy but it fortunately had never happened.

Instead, you got even clingier to him. If you were a koala then he would be a tree branch you won't stop sleeping or holding on. He would be the leaves you were eating, just like your new silly little craving.

"Wh-what?" Yulian stuttered in confusion as he rubbed your round belly.

You looked flustered but your hands were holding him tight in place, one in his pajama collar and the other on his thigh which was dangerously close to his crotch.

"I feel like... having you in my mouth." Your hand inched closer to his crotch to make your point clear, not a kiss but a blowjob. You were craving for a... blowjob...?

Yulian gagged internally, his heart bled from shock and embarrassment. He didn't find your craving funny as there were always people with absurd cravings but he would be lying if he said he wasn't embarrassed to have your mouth wrapped around his cock.

No matter how hard he looked at it, he didn't think he could get an erection from you giving him head in this state. He'd rather get down and eat you up, to be used rather than using. Nonetheless, Yulian knew there was no way he could reason with you, a pregnant woman who was most unlikely to be unreasonable with their cravings most time and a koala who would not let go of the tree branch once it got comfortable.

"Mmh..." His eyes darted from the side to yours, bracing himself before answering you, "alright then, come here."

He urged you to move away for a moment, positioning the pillows to support your back and head while laying you down on it, "Comfortable? Or do you prefer to stay seated?"

You chose to sit up and he moved the pillow to support you better. Now that all sorts of basic preparation was done, his face was burning from embarrassment again.

Again, he wasn't the type to be pleased but if he had to rationalize it, he's just trying to sate your craving and that equals pleasing you. The logic worked so Yulian pulled down his pant, his cock half-hard from your touch earlier inside his boxer.

Your hands cup it and feel it up and down, the heat it emitted flustered you but that only excites you more as you impatiently pull his boxer down. Unsurprisingly, he was already hard from your touch already so it bounced out happily.

The tip was pleasantly red, begging for attention and so you gave it a light kiss. Again, unsurprisingly, it leaked pre-cum and Yulian's grip on the bed headboard tightened.

You smeared your fingers with his pre-cum and lubed his shaft with it, your mouth immediately stuffs what you could suck and your hand works what you couldn't suck. Yulian hissed under his breath, both of his hands now supported by the bed headboard.

Another reason why he didn't like to be given head was because--

"Hngh-"

You felt him ejaculate right into your throat.

Was because your husband could never last long~

He ejaculated fast but his stamina was inhumane so it never bothered you. But that was when it was inside you, not your mouth. If he was embarrassed earlier, now he was dead drunk in shame yet the itch to have you spoil his cock lingered.

Selfishness? Or natural biological reaction? Either way, you were kind enough to give him another ride when you swallowed it all properly and licked his underside this time. You were teasing him and that was all he needed to unravel above you again.

Never doubt his skill in re-framing people for crimes in court but doubt his sex drive. It might have been the lack of sex bruising his cock to cum so early but it was never surprising for you. Because you had not had your share of craving fulfilled, you keep on mouthing it, sucking and licking it like candy, his cock smelled just as good as you imagined in your horny dazed brain.

He might not be the largest but he sure was long and curvy, poking the inside of your throat which had you gagging. Yulian was concerned obviously, but his train of thought was also cut short by how you forced him to be deeper in you.

This went on for at least three minutes until your jaw grew sore, letting his still hard, leaking cock bounce out of your fucked up face. Tears, drool, snot, and cum all over it which made Yulian twitch ironically. He immediately took the tissues for you to wipe your face with.

You laid down and took a breather while Yulian tended to you, his face dusted in pink. Just before he could walk away to throw the tissues, you held him still by his wrist and blinked at him cutely, a hint to him that you wanted more.

You want him deep in you tonight and since it was proven to be good for you, he wasn't against it at all.

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yuiiasathesilly · 1 month ago

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Sunday

WARNINGS:SEXUAL CONTENT, CREAMPIE, BELLY BULGE, PROTECTION LOSS

“You sure he won’t try anything…”

You sighed while staring ahead over at the man who was currently glaring at you.Stelle who only seemed to feel bad for you let out a small laugh before patting your back as a form of comfort.That man who almost killed you had the audacity to look at you in such a way.Now here he was amongst the express as if nothing of what he’d done had ever happened.Well it’s not like you could do anything about it anyways.You should only listen to Himeko and behave yourself, at least in front of him for now.Finally breaking the long staring contest between both of you, march spoke up.

“You’re the only one who hasn’t talked to him! Don’t you consider that rude (Y/N)!!” She whispered into your ear.Her hold on you surprisingly strong that it was enough for you to immediately yield at her mercy. “He’s the one who had a problem with me! I never even said anything!!” You explained, falling to your knees from the pain of her hold.Though it’s not like March seem to care much.You try and look at Stelle for help but all she does is look away awkwardly in fear of probably ending up in the same position as you if she did something.

“Go over to him and make things right…”

“Why should I! He tried to kill me!?”

“Now.”

You should’ve just let your arm get broken..that would’ve probably been better than what you’re dealing with now.Sitting next to Sunday with an awkward atmosphere lingering in air. Deciding to be the bigger person, you turn to catch a glimpse of him before sighing. “Look I’ll forgive you if you just apologize to me.” At your words Sunday’s wings stand up in shock. “W-why should I apologize! You were the one who deceived me first..” He mutters with embarrassment, cheeks flushed bright red and he can’t help but to look away immediately at remembering.It was because when you first arrived to penacony, you were trying your best to get him on your good side.

Maybe he took it the wrong way though.Raising a brow at him in confusion to his words it wasn’t long before you two were quick at getting to it.

“You’re just a filthy sinner!”

His teeth angrily bared as he sat on his knees, both of his hands intertwined together while he spilled out low muttered curses at you.Trembling lips and eyes which looked up towards you in shame and disgust.With a low chuckle you just shamelessly tapped your tip against his lips teasingly.He couldn’t help but to let out a low whine at the action before tears start to prick at the edge of his eyes in disbelief.In anger he glared up at you and if it wasn’t for your hand which was pressed up against his head, he would’ve probably bitten off your dick with a snap of his teeth.You laugh at his action before pulling his head back swiftly.

“Behave now…you don’t wanna make the situation worse for you right?” Grunting in annoyance at how he was behaving you tug at his hair while using your free hand to grip his jaw and pull it open.He cried out at the rough treatment of your hands, soon shoving yourself inside of him.Making sure to firmly hold his mouth open so he wouldn’t get any stupid ideas.Tongue pressed against your twitching shaft as his mouth was being split apart by you.His hands are sadly forced to stay in position, he grips them so tightly against each other.

He can’t seem to think of what to do, except keep still as you move inside of him and keep his mouth busy.His jaw hurts at your size but it’s not like he could do something about it. Feeling himself choke around you with cries, for some reason loving the feeling of your cock hitting the back of his throat.

Nudging against it as if it was making a nest to fully stay there.He felt how his drool dribbled onto his knees, wetting the fabric and leaving it a filthy soaked mess.Just like his pussy.It hurt.It hurts.He can feel his throbbing clit pushing against the back of his heel.Brushing roughly when Sunday so much as jolts the tiniest bit.Jaw wide open and dropped, his eyes fluttering stupidly as he stays sitting down and taking it.

Huffing out in frustration you pull him off of you, lewd noises leaving his mouth.Dripping everywhere with saliva you take a deep breath and pick him up to look at you. “I’m not a big fan of being sucked off..just wanna play with your pretty cunt.” You chuckled.Still a bit dazed from not long ago being choked by your cock.

Sunday let out a startled yelp when feeling your fingers spreading his cunt wide open.Inspecting the way he throbbed around nothing and soaked himself even more.Honestly the sight alone was enough to immediately want to shove yourself in.He felt your long thick fingers poke at it and mess with his thick clit.Sunday feels embarrassed.In all his life he’s never done such lewd things before.

Now here he was…with his legs open proudly showing off to someone like you his trembling pussy.Seeing just how crazy you got because of how drenched he was for you.Your fingers being the cause of the embarrassing loud squelching noises his dumb cunt makes.You loved the way he turned his head at the sight of how deep you were stuffing him.Three fingers shoved inside and messily pounding at it while your thumb rubbed at his clit.His lanky arms wrapping around the hand that was messing up his pussy.He should’ve just pushed you and ran away…it wasn’t fair.Despite claiming to hate you so much..His body said something else.

Sunday’s nails began to dig into your wrist as he heard the wet smacks your fingers made when they met with his puffy lips. “O-Oh! Please..n-not so R-roug-HnG!!” He whines in frustration, just how quick are your fingers? He didn’t know sex could feel so good.He didn’t know you of all people would make him feel so good.It isn’t until he feels something big and heavy slap against his stomach that he reacts and jolts, quickly looking down.His wings flutter in surprise at what is pressing against him.

Further continuing your playfulness you thrust against his stomach while keep contact with his eyes.Your fingers going at the pace of your cock and he almost feels as if he wants to pass out from your sinful actions.Sucking in his breath he shivered from how big you were.Immediately he starts squirming around in place from seeing your length fit against his whole tummy. “N-no! Won’t fit! Please! That’s too much!”

Giving a squeeze at his hips you throw him over you, the lewd noise of your fingers leaving his pussy has him whimpering.Not bothering to clean your fingers, you intertwined your hands with both of his and hold onto him tightly.

“Cmon I’ll be nice to you.” A grin widen across your face as he hovered over you.Hips trembling and twitching on you.Your hands grasping against his own with intertwined fingers.As he hovered over you, both of you stared down at his shivering dumb cunt which seemed to be leaking on you from anticipation.Sunday whined at the simple brush of your tip against his swollen clit, hips jolting up before he could even fully sink down. “You’re acting as if you’ve never done this before..or maybe….”

“Have you just never done something this dirty before? You’re even making me feel shy.” He paused for a moment.His hands squeezing at yours even rougher before he sobbed out quietly.Oh god.He was a virgin.You couldn’t help but to feel a joy in your heart.You really did want to feel bad for him but god with such a cute crying face how could you ever resist yourself. “It’s alright..I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” Your eyes flickered towards him, he shivered at your devouring gaze.Never had he seen anyone look at him with such lust.

“Move at your own pace yeah? Slowly..”Muttering endlessly praises for him to slowly start moving.His puffy cunt opening up because of your cock.Sunday’s lewd juices wetting you up as he slowly sank down onto you.The stretched feeling making his teeth clench and grunts escape his lips.He tightly held against your hands and stopped before you could make it all the way inside of him.Whimpers escaped his pretty lips as he slowly rolled his hips against yours to adjust on you.Prepping small kisses all over his lips, licking the bottom one before slowly tugging on it.You were making him melt with such small kisses..he wasn’t sure he could even fully take all of you.

Tired of him just twitching on you, you give up holding back as you slammed yourself up against him while he was about to sink down.Sunday gasps aloud and tries to hold onto your shoulders for support but you don’t let go of his hands.Thrusting upwards and happily kissing at his lips, Sunday’s mind turns blank.

He couldn’t believe that his very first time..A time that was often meant to be for that one special person.Was given to someone like you.Sunday moaned against your kisses, eyes fluttering open to see the expression you held.He couldn’t deny that you were an amazing kisser..but a needy one as well.Couldn’t you slow down and give him a chance to breath? When he would pull away a bit you immediately latched back onto him.Slurping up all the wetness in his mouth as if you were truly devouring him.He was sure that the sting he felt on his lips was already because he was starting to bruise.

“Look at that..”Breathing out a laugh you looked down to his cute tummy.He felt his face heat up at the sight, sniffling in a cry as he slowly started to move.Slowly sinking down on your cock before lifting his hips enough to watch the bulge he once had disappear. “You’re so cute..so so cute. Wanna fill you till you’re leaking of me.” Taunts and threats left your lips.Yet it was making him clench tighter onto you from hearing it.Spasming around you and wetting you even more.

“Already wetting my cock so much..gonna keep slipping out of you..” you whine and squeeze at his hands. Lifting your hips and slamming your to comfortably nudge against his sweet spot.Suday couldn’t help but to spasm at your words, eyes widen as he quickly seemed to hide away his face with his wings.Those shameful words that kept leaving your mouth, how could they not when you were practically drunk on his pussy.

“Y-you vile creature! Shut up! D-don’t you have any manners..!” Cunt clenched around you as he cried feeling you throb inside of him.His pussy already molding your exact shape so no one else would dare to try and enter.No one but your cock would make his cute little cunt gush in happiness.You couldn’t help but grin at his words. “Are you supposed to have manners during sex? I didn’t know…if anything. Shouldn’t it be the opposite?”

“Wanna reach your womb and come inside you so much..see your stomach bloat with my come.” You teased only wanting to see him reaction to your words.But you only made it worse since he was frowning and looking like he wanted to cry at your poor choice of words.Fawning over his cuteness you hum out before lifting yourself up a bit to reach him pressing a soft kiss against his chest.Leaving littering kisses all around his perky nipples and take small bites which made him breath out heavily. “Don’t like dirty talk?..you’re so cute for someone with such a nasty attitude.”

From such delightful whispers his greedy pink pussy can’t help but to throb around you “Take your time now..I won’t mind.” Sunday’s hips start moving again as he tries his best to grind down to you size.He can’t help the low whimpers and the violent jolts as your tip kisses against his drenched walls.Sucking at you with all his might and seeming to twitch when it felt empty from your violent pounding on his cunt. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry…I-I’m mean! J-just Hahh! Like you so m-Much! L-like you!!”

What was he saying now? You weren’t even sure at this point, having him wrapped around you just felt so good that everything he kept saying went through one ear and out the other.All you could seem to register in your mind was the word like. “Yeah? You like it that much..you’re feeling it so much here right?” Digging yourself deeper into him, he gargles out a gasp and jumps up in surprise.What was once the soft slamming of his hips now turned desperate and needy.Going at a much rougher pace while making sure your cock stirred up all his insides.Wet slaps echoing in the quiet room both of you were once in.Now only the lewd noises that had Sunday’s neck flushing red remained.

Tears run down his face ruining it all completely..Drool dripping down as well as a leakage of tears falling on your chest while he rode away at his pleasure.The silly intimate moment of having both of your hands intertwined together still occurring.Perhaps you misjudged him too much.If you knew that he was this cute while being split opened by you then you would’ve talked to him sooner.You just took the poor man’s first everything.His first kiss..His first time..Surprisingly his first time even holding hands romantically.Sniffling in aggressively he stares at his stomach in awe at the bulge that seems to be poking from his stomach.

When you pull away one hand to go hand pinch at it he lets out a loud noise of protest which has you looking back over towards him. “D-dont stop holding me.” You almost spilled inside of him from that alone.Happily taking hold of his hand once more you coo. He felt the delicious way his cunt sucked at you when he lifted up his hips only to slam them back down in full force.Moans and whines leaving his lips, you were in so deep he could feel his eyes starting to roll back from how good it felt.

As you were already pulling out, you stopped at the sudden loud snap.Startled by the noise you stared down between both of you with a shocked expression and open jaw.Sunday who was already starting to get off of you stopped and jolted in surprise.Once he was done looking at what had happen he quickly looked up at you with trembling lips, glaring teary eyes shaking with anger.It wasn’t your fault the condom had broken..it wasn’t your fault that you had managed to spill inside of his cunt.Which seem to happily swallow and take all of your load as it kept clenching desperately.

You couldn’t help yourself but to happily rub your ring finger against his bruised cunt watching as more of it squirted out of him.

“You guys made up?!” March happily exclaims as she holds a proud smile on her face.Sunday can’t even look at her without feeling ashamed of himself, once again hiding that pretty Face of his behind his wings.With a tilt of your head you turn to Sunday. “Did we?” He can only stare at you with a shocked expression before ultimately frowning and looking away.His hands clenching angrily in his lap while scoffing. “What was the whole point of everything if we didn’t! You’re an idiot!”

????

What.

A/N: gave up half way.

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𝜗𝜚 BACKYARD BUNNY! — RORONOA ZORO.

synopsis. it's just your jinxed luck on halloween night to come home to a shattered window and a completely downturned house. well, guess what: surprise, motherfucker. the culprit is a hot guy in your bed with bunny ears and a cute tail, and now it's up to you to fuck him through his heat. wc. 4.9k (!!)

tags. dom top reader, bunny hybrid! zoro. reader has a cock, zoro has a pussy. marathon sex, lactation, squirting, cowgirl, mating press, prone bone, cunnilingus, (bit of somnophilia), cum-eating, creampie(s), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, scent kink, fingering, cockwarming, virgin! reader, zoro's also secretly a virgin lolol.

It wasn’t the first time you had seen this bunny before. You had noticed it lurking in your backyard a while ago. Strangely enough, it wasn’t eating any of the plants, so you had paid it no mind, even occasionally leaving carrot greens and blueberries for it to eat.

You squinted. And frowned.

“What… what are you looking at?” it panted out, cheeks flushed so dark a red you’d thought steam would come out of its ears. It was deeply embarrassed by something, desperately grasping the sheets of your bed as if it wanted to bury itself into the mattress. There was a shiny trail of drool running down the side of its chin, and it gave a low whine as you continued to scrutinise it shamelessly, ears coming down to cover its burning face.

But this bunny was different.

For one, it was much bigger than the one you saw in your backyard. It also had the face of a human, the body of one—mostly, save for the ears, the tuft of chest fur, and the cute fluffy tail right perched right above a round, perky butt that pushed itself temptingly in your direction. Presenting itself to you. It was all too inviting—you couldn’t help but follow the crease of its ass, lower and lower… until you reached the end of it.

Squished between two beefy thighs, was a glistening, fat pussy.

And above all… it was green.

… Somewhat. The hair was, anyway.

You must’ve made a noise of surprise or something, because the bunny—man—peeked out from behind his ears, letting out a shaky sigh as he followed your gaze. “Fuckin’ pervert. Gonna stand there and ogle all day, or what?” He wriggled his hips with a seductive smirk, the pink insides of his soaked cunt clenching purposefully as more slick squeezed out from his hole and dripped down his thighs.

God. How was he leaking so much?

You shook your head, coughing as you tried your best to avert his gaze. All of these were just distractions, and this was just too far. This man—stranger—intruder who had broken into your house and was now intruding on your private space, was clearly messing with you. You couldn’t believe you had thought this was your backyard bunny. And now that your evaluation had come to an end, you were more than pissed. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”

He arched an eyebrow. “What?”

You snapped, “You. This. Which one of my friends put you up to this? What kinda halloween costume even is that, anyway?”

The bunny looked exasperated, more than anything. “You think this is a halloween costume. Are you dumb?” He scowled, tail twitching as he shot you a sharp, disapproving glare, his earlier debauched expression and demeanour having completely disappeared. “I came here to take care of my heat. What luck it is, bumping into a fucking virgin.”

How did he even know that? And what did you being a virgin even have to do with anything? He started to get up and leave, but you shoved him back face-first onto the mattress with more strength than necessary, making it bounce.

“What the—”

You climbed on top of him, forcefully restraining his wrists behind his back with one hand as he tried to turn around, the other pinning his shoulder to the bed with all of your weight. “Where do you think you’re going?” you growled. “You fucking thief.”

“It’s Zoro,” he gasped out, and you could feel just how hot he was beneath your hands, powerful back muscles rippling beneath your touch. He could easily subdue you. Maybe. But he wasn’t trying to, for some reason. “And I’m not a thief.”

“Explain what you’re doing here, then.”

Zoro sighed, almost as though he were explaining things to a child. Which you weren’t. “Are you still under the impression that I’m wearing a halloween costume, of all things?”

You frowned. “What else could it be? You some kind of mutant?”

He scowled again, not liking the term that you used. “It’s called ‘hybrid’. And I’m not in the mood to explain how our anatomy works to you.”

Swallowing, you stared down at him, at two twin bunny ears peeking out from short green hair, a delicious red flush dusted on his neck and broad, sturdy shoulders, the cute perky tail that you found yourself wanting to squeeze, to see if he would be sensitive there. And that pussy. Fuck, it was practically drooling for you.

“You’re a… bunny,” you murmured distractedly, gaze locked onto the cute nub of his clit, peeking at you shyly from behind his sopping folds. You swallowed harshly. Everything about him was beautiful. “A bunny hybrid. Of a sort.”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Whatever you wanna call it. So, now that I’ve explained things. Let me go.”

You gripped his wrists tighter, displeased with his authoritative tone. Like he was in any position to be making demands—you were the one who would be calling the shots here. “Just because you’re a bunny hybrid thing doesn’t give you permission to break into people’s houses. You didn’t explain shit.”

“I’m here, like I said, because I need to- need to take care of my heat, okay.” Zoro bit his lip, head turning to the side, the tips of his ears flushed. “Can’t do it alone, n’ it’s coming real soon.”

“Your heat? You guys have heats?” You blinked, taken aback. “Couldn’t you just—”

“Gods, if you’re not going to fuck me, stop asking so many questions and let me go.”

“Nah,” you retorted. “You broke into my house, still. You broke my window, and my living room is in a complete mess. What were you even trying to do, if you weren’t stealing?”

“I was…” he paused, ears shielding his face as though to hide from you, a habit you realised he did whenever he was embarrassed or shy about something. “Your scent, it smells really good, okay? I was finding things with your scent on them.”

You scoffed. Scent? What was he on? You were pretty sure you smelt the same as any other normal person did. “Flattery won’t get you out of this. It wouldn’t be fair if I just let you go.” You hummed, a wicked idea suddenly invading your mind. “Let me think. The media will have a field day about this if I turn you in...”

The body beneath you tensed, the atmosphere completely changing from somewhat playful to solemn in mere seconds. “...You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I would.”

“I’ll… slice your head clean off.”

You crinkled your nose at the strange threat, but continued nonetheless. “I’m sure you can, in this position.” You smirked at his expression, leaning down to mutter hotly into his ear. “Stupid Bunny Breaks into House on Halloween Night, Scaring Tenants. And then there’ll be a photo of you riiight under. Wouldn’t this just be shocking news? The world’s first bunny-hybrid, found at my house. I’ll make sure to tell them all about the intricate details of how you tried to defile my eyes with your… state of undress.”

Zoro was quietly red with anger, and something more. Humiliation, you thought. It was just fun to watch his reactions to your groundless blackmailing. You stifled a laugh. “You should’ve seen your face. I’m kidding, bunny—”

Before you could get another word out, the world was roughly flipped. You yelped as your back hit the mattress with so much force, a heavy weight now settled onto your lap as a strong hand gripped your throat. There was also something else. A good, tingling sensation down below. There was something warm pressed snugly against your crotch, sending stings of pleasure up your spine, making you moan.

The hand on your throat tightened. “Pfft. Did you get hard just from watching my cunt?”

“Wh- at?” you gasped, struggling to speak. Zoro rocked forward, his front rutting against your very much awake cock, wet folds dragged up the bulge of your pants. “Wait. Wait, Zoro, hold on—”

He paused at the mention of his name, but paid your words no further attention. He was way too focused on pleasuring his needy cunt, small moans slipping past his lips as he watched the way your girth rubbed against his cavern, the way you were so hard your cock practically threatened to burst out of your tight pants. “Hnn. It’s… big enough, I guess.”

“Big enough?” you scoffed. “I’ve been told it’s much bigger than average, as far as I’m concerned.”

That was a lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

“We’ll see about that,” he breathed. “Take off your pants.”

“Wait. You want to go all the way—?”

He lightly squeezed your neck, shooting you a glare, which would have been effective in scaring the shit out of you if it weren’t for his cunt clenching needily against your length, distracting you. “Take. Them. Off.”

“Okay, geez…”

You unzipped your pants, and he got up from your lap for you to tug them off. You stared at him, trying to act unimpressed. “What now?”

“Boxers. Take ‘em off.”

“At least save me some dignity—”

Zoro had enough. You watched as he practically ripped your underwear in two, making your wet, leaking cock spring out. You were about to protest, but then you caught something in his expression that made you pause, eyes widening. Hunger.

“Fuck. Put it in already,” he muttered, climbing back on top of you as he grabbed your poor cock, already lining it up with his weeping entrance. The blunt head managed to slide out every time despite all the slick, and he whined in frustration, one hand gripping your shoulder for leverage. “Why’s it not— why’s it not going in?”

“Let me.” You slapped his hand away, pumping your cock slowly and getting a wet glossy glide of pre-cum all over it, and Zoro watched, eyes fixated on the way it leaked, the prospect of this going inside him, stuffing him full. Your hand crept up from below, and he shuddered and leaked as a finger brushed against his sensitive slit. “Gonna open you up first, stupid.”

He stared at you, lips parting as though he wanted to say something, but then looked away again, giving a small nod. “Hurry.”

“Don’t rush me.” You continued to toy with the entrance of his slit, starting to slide one finger in. He was so wet that it went in without resistance, sweet-smelling slick dripping all over your hands and thighs, and you put in another one, starting to scissor and stretch him. “It’s really- wet. Is it s’pposed to be so wet?”

“Shut up,” he panted, both hands now gripping your shoulders, squeezing. “Just happens when I’m- really aroused. I told you—my heat’s coming.”

It made you feel… good, knowing that he was so aroused, and somewhat because of you. You hummed, curling your fingers inside, earning you a sharp gasp and a quiet, almost petulant whine. “What happens during your… heat? Any, uh, precautions, stuff like that?”

Zoro frowned. “Hmm. No. J-just… fuck me good, and don’t stop.”

“... Huh. Sounds easy enough.” Continuing to thrust your fingers in and out of him, you reached a thumb out to play with his swollen clit, but he growled, grabbing your hand and pulling it out all the way. You’d never heard a bunny growl before. It was kind of hot.

“Put it in. I’m ready.”

“So needy. I’m not going anywhere,” you sighed, stroking your cock a few more times, getting his slick all over your shaft. Shuddering at the sensations, you lined it up with his hole, rubbing it over his folds. “Gonna make you scream, bunny.”

You yanked his hips down, at the same time thrusting up hard, and he wailed out loudly as you bottomed out, trembling where he was, seated perfectly on your cock. The wet lips of his pussy stretched perfectly around your girth, clenching with a squelch as a creamy, milk-white fluid began to leak out. “Oh, f-fuuck.”

“Did you just cum?”

“Sh-shut up!” he cried, jerking upwards, the action causing more slick and cum to drip out of his soaked cunt. “It’s just the edge off, come on, fuck me already.”

“Think it’ll be better like this,” you murmured, arms wound around his waist as you reversed your position, gently pressing him into the mattress beside you with you still deep inside him. You recalled all the videos that you had watched before—there was something called a mating press that you really wanted to try. It was primal, filthy and powerful, and you really wanted to put this bunny back in his place.

Zoro shuddered as you grabbed his thighs and folded them towards his chest, whining as it slid in even deeper. “Fuck me,” he repeated.

You started to move, shallowly thrusting into him, the glide thick and easy. And Lord, did it feel good. He was looking at you with bedroom eyes, lewd moans bursting out of his parted lips, grinding back against your cock as his pussy swallowed you up whole. He clenched around you every time your cock grazed something that made him see stars, so wet you could feel his slick smear onto your balls every time they slapped against the curve of his ass.

“Yes, fuuuck, yes,” he whined out as you started to pick up the pace, the pleasure almost cathartic. “Hnngh, fuck me, fuck me—”

And that plump, muscled chest. It practically jiggled with every hard thrust, erect nipples peeking out from soft fur, practically calling out for you to suck and bite and ruin. And you did just that, diving down to take his pec into your mouth, suckling hard enough to leave a bruise as he let out a shocked whine, shuddering in your grasp. So he was sensitive… there. Fuck, you would’ve never thought you would be so into pecs until you met him. He was bloody irresistible.

Zoro fisted the sheets next to his head, desperately holding on as you fucked him brutally into the mattress, plundering his insides in the most pleasurable way possible. “Close,” he panted, squeezing your bicep to get your attention. “T- touch me.”

“I am,” you replied, looking up where you were, latched onto his now red and swollen nipple. You gave it another hard suck for good measure, and he arched his back with a cry, shaking his head.

“Not there. My- my clit.”

You considered it. He was still leaking, and you were preeetty sure from the way your cock was pounding into him, his clit would be stimulated as well. He wasn’t asking nicely, either.

“No.” You retreated, thrusting into him with renewed vigour, aiming at the spot inside him you knew would make him tense up with pleasure, with the single purpose of giving him the best hands-free orgasm of his life. “Cum on my cock, or don’t cum at all.”

“M-mean,” he protested, but his eyes rolled back the moment you went back to sucking on his nipple, shaky whines spilling, hands clawing down your back and leaving scratches that you were sure would scar. One final powerful thrust and then he was crying out, legs trembling and cumming all over you and the bedding. Something flavourful burst on your tongue, and you latched harder onto the perky nub and sucking hard, like you were trying to pull something dirty from the depths of this bunny.

You paused, reeling back.

“What the… fuck.”

Zoro was doing the thing where his ears came down to cover his blushing face. “... ‘S just milk, don’t worry.”

“Milk? You lactate?”

“Not really… only during my heats, sometimes.” He sighed shakily, plain relief written all over his face as he rubbed and smeared milk over his nipples. “It’ll go away if you stop touching my chest, if you’re not… into it.”

“You kidding?” You stared at him, incredulous. “You lactate, and you forgot to mention it to me before we, you know…? And of course I’m into it. Don’t stop- don’t stop making milk.”

Zoro looked positively embarrassed. The way you worded things was just downright ridiculous—you didn’t fuck like a virgin, but you sure talked like one.

“Doesn’t— d-doesn’t—hngh, work like that,” he moaned as you took his nipple between two of your fingers, rolling the nub in between as more milk squeezed out, dribbling over your fingers. You brought it up to your lips to taste it, and it was too sweet, too divine. Was this even milk? You wanted more.

“How else would it work, then? Never mind that, you taste really good…” you murmured, kneading one pec as you sucked on the other, warm milk entering your mouth like ecstasy. Zoro was letting out high-pitched whimpers, writhing in your grip as you attempted on sucking him dry, one hand gripping your hair as the other dug its nails into your back, teetering on the edge of pleasure and too much.

“S-stop…” he sobbed, “I’ll give you more later, so stop, okay?”

His cunt squeezed around you, warm and wet, begging for your attention.

“Fiine,” you relented, giving a wet parting kiss to his swollen nipple before drawing back. “You better make it up to me, bunny.”

“It’s Zoro,” he growled, and you shivered at the memory of him choking you, earlier. “Not bunny. If you’re going to fuck me, ‘least call me by the right name.”

You sighed, starting to thrust into tight heat again, dragging your cock against his tight walls, relishing in the feeling of them gripping onto your shaft, as though reluctant to let go. “You’re so strict. It’s no fun at all, bunny. And don’t get the facts wrong—you were the one begging me to fuck you earlier.”

“Fuck me,” he simply repeated, pants slipping out.

“Sure, I’ll fuck your needy cunt.” You pulled out, lazily stroking yourself above his suddenly empty pussy. Pre-cum dribbled onto his slick folds, sliding into his cunt, and you watched his frustration contort into confusion as he furrowed his brows, because you were doing the opposite of what you promised. “Turn around, bunny.”

“Don’t want to.”

“You want to get fucked,” you said, “but you don’t want to listen.”

He levelled a wary look at you. “What do I get if I do as you say?”

“Your heat,” you muttered. “I’ll fuck you for as long as you like.”

Zoro’s eyes snapped to yours, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lip. “For as long as I like, you say?”

“Yeah.”

“It goes on for days, sometimes. I won’t even let you leave this room.”

“Whatever you want.”

He nodded, finally satisfied. “Okay. It’s a deal.”

Zoro shuffled, reluctantly turning around, laying on the mattress on his stomach as he watched you cautiously from the corner of his eye. You swallowed at the sight of his cute, fluffy tail, and it twitched at you. The folded lips of his pussy peeping at you, squished together under a perfect round ass. “Get on with it,” he gritted out, and you were glad to obey.

Zoro woke up to burning heat.

He was still lying on his stomach, sweating and trembling with his joints aching, a low heat stirring in his abdomen. Fuck. Was it his heat already? He had anticipated it would be coming, but not this soon. He propped himself up on his elbows the best he could in his groggy state, only to cry out as something wet and filthy swiped past his slit.

“You’re awake, bunny,” a voice muttered, and shit, Zoro must really be hearing things. The thing—a tongue, licked up the slick at his entrance lazily, smearing saliva all over him. “You can go back to sleep, y’know. This is a secret thing between me and your pussy.”

“What—are you talking about?” he moaned, burying his face into the sheets as he allowed himself to be consumed by pleasure. “What secret thing—”

It hit him.

A blurry figure holding him down by the neck, yanking meanly at his sensitive ears, pounding his sore pussy from behind, the wet clapping of skin against skin, the arousing blend of degradation and praise, spanking his tail whenever he tried to snark back, pumping him full of cum until it dribbled messily out of his cunt—fucking him so brutally he thought he had died and went to heaven.

It all came back to him within a matter of seconds, and then so did you.

You were eating cum out of his pussy.

Zoro whimpered as your tongue breached him again, and he pushed his ass back eagerly, slick leaking out. There was a pillow placed comfortably under his crotch, it seemed, for easier access.

“... I passed out,” he stated.

You hummed into his folds in affirmation, the vibrations making him shudder into the mattress.

“More,” he murmured, grinding his clit against the pillow, whining as you gripped his ass, tongue digging into the tender parts of his cunt. “Want you inside, my heat’s started.”

Your eyes widened, and you pulled back slightly to gaze at him, licking your lips. “Has it? Doesn’t feel any different.”

“You’re not the one in heat,” he sighed, hips continuing to rut down on the soft pillow, mindlessly chasing any sort of pleasure he could get his hands on. “But- I think it started earlier. When we were fuckin’. Hurry up and put it in.”

You gripped his hips tightly to make him stay still, knees caging his thighs and already complying. The bulbous head of your cock pushed against his pussy’s lips before sliding in with ease, the overwhelming warmth making you shiver. “Oh, fuck,” you groaned, bottoming out as he enveloped you whole, sucking you in deep like a greedy vacuum. Zoro whined in response, hands trembling where they clutched the sheets. “Bunny, shit, relax.”

“I-I am relaxed.”

You were both overstimulated, as it hadn’t been that long since the last time you had fucked him. Every drag of your shaft against him burned, but it would never compare to the fire lit by his heat, insatiable and all-consuming. You reached forward, towering over him as you grasped his hand, pressing it into the mattress. Offering him… comfort. It was the least you could do.

Zoro was leaking again.

Milk dribbled down his chest and onto the bed, and you flipped him over to taste him again. He whined but didn’t make any further protests as you leaned down to suck at his nipples, playing with the sensitive, leaking buds. You didn’t stop moving, not until he came twice, cream oozing out from between his throbbing folds, overloaded. Staring down at him, you frowned, dissatisfied.

“Gonna make you squirt, bunny,” you told him.

“Y-yeah? ‘s gonna be hard.”

“I’m gonna make you squirt,” you repeated.

“Okay,” he whispered, closing his eyes. He was already accustomed to how stubborn you could be.

You rolled your hips, loving the feeling of pussy wrapped around your girth. He was so tight, clenching around you with every thrust, drenching your cock with cum and slick and it was all too good. You wanted to make him feel even better. You wanted him to sing. Pressing a thumb to the top of his pussy, you started to stroke him in circular motions, stimulating his clit while you fucked him.

“Fuck,” he panted, because you were finally giving him what he wanted after making him cum untouched for hours. “Harder, please—”

You did just that, rubbing growing frantic, and his lips parted to let out a plethora of moans and whines, too fucked-out to form actual words. His cunt only tightened around you, a thick, creamy ring gathered at the base of your cock with just how much slick it was leaking.

Zoro was drooling openly now, and his expression looked exactly like the one he used when he had been trying to seduce you on your bed, just a tad more lewd, with his eyes half-lidded and his tongue lolling out. Cockdrunk. Satisfaction rolled through you like a violent convulsion, because this one wasn’t at all an act.

You had reduced him to this state—an animal in heat, no more no less. A pretty, slutty bunny, drunk on big cock.

“Zoro,” you moaned, head falling onto the mattress next to his shoulder as you took him. You were drunk on pleasure at this point, hips rocking back and forth while you played with his cunt relentlessly. “My pretty boy.”

He choked, a shocked moan bursting out of his lips as you pinched his clit with little care, but that wasn't all—the moment ‘Zoro, my pretty boy’ registered in his head, he threw his head back with a loud cry, because his pussy decided that she loved your words.

“Hnnngghh!” he sobbed out, ears stiffening and jaw slackening as he clenches around you with a vice-like grip, something like a waterjet shooting out of his gaping cunt, squirting all over you and your cock. “Fuckfuckfuck, I’m cumming—”

He was crying, legs jerking as they wrapped around your waist, only to squirt again as the action forced your shaft against his clit—and the sight was almost enough to send you over the edge. You plunged your cock deep into his overstimulated pussy, burying yourself to the hilt before cumming inside, shaking and groaning.

You were sure he had screamed.

“Zoro,” you murmured, and watched as he fought down a smile.

Zoro. Not bunny. Zoro.

Thinking back, it was quite funny that this was what made him squirt in the end.

He looked down at where your hands encircled his waist, firm and protective, seating him on your cock. You smelt of sex and him, coupled with the musk that he became absolutely obsessed with after catching a whiff of it in your backyard, and all of it was driving him crazy. He sighed, burying his face into your neck.

Fuck. He was going to fall in love with you before he knew it, and you were just his heat partner. A human. It didn’t make sense for a human and a hybrid to get together.

“Zoro?” you tried again, and he hummed. “You okay? Is your heat gone yet?”

“No. I told you, it lasts for days.”

“Oh.” You shuffled a bit from under him, the warm heat that stretched around you making you shiver. You bit your lip, staring at him—the side of his jaw, his muscled body, the scar on his left eye—and then his less human-like features, from his bunny tail to the fluffy fur on his chest to his long ears.

“What’re you thinking?” he grumbles, blinking an eye open to look at you.

“Your ears. Can I touch them?”

“You sure didn’t ask when you yanked on them earlier. Bastard.”

“Sorry,” you said, grinning. “You seemed to really enjoy it, though.”

He punched your shoulder, and you pretended to yowl in pain.

“... Touch them all you want.” I’ll have to leave after this ends, anyway. And then we’ll never see each other again. At least... not in this way.

Containing a smile, you carefully took them into your hands, and he shivered, a flush coming up on his face. They really were pretty. And sensitive. You noted that for future reference as you brushed a finger up its side and heard him whimper, clenching around you.

“Thank you,” you murmured, and you meant it. He was lending you a part of him that he probably spent years building walls around, keeping himself safe from being perceived only by his appearance. You hoped it wasn’t just because of his heat that he was doing this. But you could only hope.

“Stay,” you told him, but it came out more like a question, uncertain and wavering.

“What?” Zoro looked at you confusedly. “I’m not leaving until the end of my heat.”

“After that,” you breathed. “Stay.”

“I can’t,” he sighed, shuddering at your firm gaze. “Not for too long. People will start to notice, n’ then those headlines will really exist.”

“Then come visit,” you said, softly, taking his hands into your own and squeezing. Like usual, you didn’t say, because at the end of the day, he was your backyard bunny.

He looked at you, feeling like a crater had been dug out from his chest. He squeezed back. “Okay.”

You kissed him, loving the feeling of him under your touch, the strength, the sureness. His sturdy hands, one on your shoulder and the other on the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His heart was beating steadily against yours, and you found yourself loving its rhythm, too.

On the day Zoro’s heat ended, you woke up to an empty bed.

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