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sp0o0kylights · 1 year

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Part Two

Gareth Emerson had no clue what the hell Eddie was thinking.

There was “adopting lost sheep” as he called it, and “being the nest baby birds needed before they fly” for some of the other poor, mid-year transfers, and all of Hellfire was used to both these adoptees.

People showed up, always looking a little hesitant, always a little careful, and all of them were welcomed until they found their place in Hawkin’s High.

This though? This was neither of those things.

No, what Eddie had done was taken a wolf, or a--fucking tiger, that had gotten hurt fighting other fucking tigers, and decided to keep it as a pet.

Even if said pet was looking very pathetic, with a face full of bruises that apparently, Billy Hargrove caused.

That did not make sitting across from the fallen King and current senior, Steve Harrington, any easier.

Judging by the rest of Hellfire’s constant uneasy glances and uncomfortable, awkward joking, no one else was comfortable with it either.

Except of course, for Eddie.

“Dude can we like, talk for a minute?” Gareth asked, motioning at Jeff and Grant to distract Harrington. Not that it was hard, the jock was too busy staring at his pathetic packed lunch to notice much.

(The guy brought soup to school and was drinking it cold. What the fuck.)

“Ga~ary.” Eddie sing-songed, but it was in warning.

A warning very much ignored, as Gareth stood, and moved to tug Eddie up with him.

“Now, Eddie.” He said, his own tone a manic, if suppressed version of his own warning.

Gareth was not known for keeping his temper, but he also wasn’t keen on getting his ass kicked this early in the day if Harrington took offense.

And considering they had all finally caught a look at Hargrove, and the way he fucking stopped and turned on his heel the second he saw Harrington, there was no doubt in Gareth’s mind that Harrington could kick his ass.

Even in his current, beaten to shit state.

Eddie huffed a dramatic breath, making sure at least some of his hair moved with it, but stood nonetheless.

“I’ll return shortly, friends!” He called jovially, before letting himself be dragged backwards several feet.

Just fair enough away where they could still see the table, but not be heard.

Particularly not by any invading jocks.

“What were you thinking!?” Gareth started, hands crossed over his chest tightly. “You didn’t even talk to us first!”

“Garebear, look at him.” Eddie said, placing both hands on his friend's face, turning it to look at Steve’s hunched form.

“Those big, sad, puppy-dog eyes.” Eddie continued, leaning in to whisper in Gareth’s ear. “The pathetic way he slouches.”

Eddie leaned even closer, lips tickling Gareth’s ear and making the latter swat at him.

He dropped his hands to Gareth’s shoulders, shaking him lightly.

“His giant empty house we can use for Hellfire meetings.”

“Is that seriously why you dragged him over here?” Gareth demanded, a little louder than he’d meant too, if Eddie’s abruptly tight grip was anything to go by.

“Of course not.” Eddie scoffed. “Rumor has it the guy throws money around for his friends and if we play our cards right, we can be the receiving end of that gravy train.”

Eddie grinned theatrically while he said it, staring into Gareth’s eyes like his smile alone would convince him to play along.

It was the fakest thing Gareth had ever seen on his best friends face.

“Don’t bullshit me man.” He said quietly, eyes narrowed. “What’s the actual reason you decided to go against your own doctrine and adopt Steve Harrington, of all people?”

Eddie’s eyes flicked to Harrington and back. “There’s no other--”

“Eddie.” Gareth snapped, a flash of his temper breaking through. “You’re my best friend. Don’t fucking lie to me like that.”

“Has anyone told you you’ve been using the word ‘fuck’ a lot, Gare?” Eddie muttered, but it was more subdued, the playful mask falling from his face.

As a matter of fact, Ms. Click had called him out on it that very morning, but Gareth knew better than to admit that and derail this conversation.

“Edwin Dale Munson.” Gareth growled, enjoying the way Eddie flinched from his full, government name.

“Sssh!” Eddie dropped his hands from Gareth’s shoulder to wave them in his face. “Fine, fine, look. Rumor has it he got cheated on, blew up his friendship with Hateful Hagan and Cocky Carol, and then took a beating from Hargrove. All in the same like, week.”

Eddie tugged at his hair, the movement harsh.

“I found him walking home in the dark the other day. Said something was wrong with his car, but Gareth.” Eddie paused, gnawing on his lower lip, before he stopped close once again, voice barely above a whisper.

“I had to coax him in my car and when he got in he kept flinching.”

“Flinching.” Gareth repeated.

“Like I was gonna hit him or something.” Eddie explained. “Worse Harrington’s house was dark when I got home. I mentioned to Wayne it didn’t look like anybody lived there and he said he was surprised anyone did. He thought the Harrington’s moved.”

“Okay.” Gareth said, not quiet following this part of the conversation.

“He thought they moved because some coworker of his wife worked for them as a house keeper or some shit. Said they bought a place in Chicago. She helped them pack.”

Another look, but this time Gareth had picked up on what was happening.

The flinching.

Not going with his parents.

Staying in Hawkins, when Harrington had a chance to get the hell out.

It didn’t paint a pretty picture.

“Shit.” Gareth said finally.

Eddie nodded. “Exactly.”

Together, they turned to stare at Harrington, who had hunched further into himself now that Eddie was gone from the table.

“If he turns on us I’m blaming you.” Gareth grumbled finally, and tried not to let the smile that broke out on Eddie’s face effect him.

“Glad to hear you’re on board, Garebear.” Eddie said, patting his shoulder hard.

“You’re a fucking teddy bear, you know that right?” Gareth continued as they turned to walk back to the table.

“Shut your mouth.” Eddie fired back.

“I don't think I will. In fact, Harrington!” Gareth spoke the jock’s name loudly, making the dude jerk and spill some of his soup.

Bruised eyes looked up at him and Gareth fired a smug right into Harrington’s face. “Wouldn’t you agree that Eddie here is a giant teddy bear?”

“Don’t answer that.” Eddie cut in, as Harrington blinked slowly, a puzzled look overtaking his face. “Gareth here has a big imagination.”

“Let the man give his own opinions. I’m sure he has some!”

Steve looked between them.

“I think I’ll plead the fifth.” He decided on.

“Smart man.” Jeff muttered, causing the rest of the table to snicker.

For the first time since he sat down, Gareth witnessed a small smile appear on Harrington’s face.

#hellfire adopts Steve #i just love the idea of steve being hellfires mean girl his senior year #like you cant look me in the eyes and tell me Eddie Munson wouldnt be argueing with himself constantly about #Sad Boy Hours Steve #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #0o0 fanfics #steve x eddie #pre relationship #i just wanna see them in school together dammit #gareth emerson #i love him so much

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nanamiluvs · 1 month

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oh your grace !

pairing : wriothesley x reader

rating : explicit

wc : 1k

tags : reader is afab but no pronouns used, use of “good girl”, wriothesley and reader are married, oh wriothesley loves to call himself the duke, sir kink, dirty talk, power play, begging, fucking in wriothesley’s office what a surprise, handcuffs, oh my god more dirty talk than i planned there to be,

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thinking about wriothesley who likes it when you address him as the authority he is.

wriothesley who likes the way the words “your grace” fall off your lips when you’re joking. that’s what people call him, he’s quite used to it - being the one that is respected. after all, if the duke wants something, he needs no justification. everyone knows that much.

such a man is your husband. he’s the duke, scariest person most have ever witnessed, yet he is just your sweet wriothesley when he rubs his slight stubble in the crook of your neck. he may be a big bad wolf, but he’s a little puppy in your hands.

that’s why you tend to forget just how intimidating of a man he is. i mean, how could you remember how people bow to him in respect when he’s the one kneeling before you?

wriothesley has no problem with this. he feels safe around you and trusts you enough to the extent he’s willing to be vulnerable, he wouldn’t prefer it any other way. that’s why he’s surprised to feel his cock stiffen when you cling onto his arm as he’s working, whining, “please, your grace∿ i’ll do anything.”

you feel the shift in his mood, too. your husband is an easy man to read. his eyes snap at yours, a sign of success on your part, finally getting him to pay attention to you. “is that so?”

wriothesley who leans back in his chair, giving you the access you need to crawl onto his lap. and crawl, you did. his large hands immediately found their place on your hips, holding you. you wanted to kiss that stupid smirk of hiss away.

“i can’t say no to you, can i? not when you’re so polite, so respectful with your grace. what a terrible duke that’d make me.”

wriothesley who makes you take him in your mouth as he continues his work since you’re so eager to please his grace. paying no mind to how your spit runs all over his cock nor the way you struggle and whine, mumbling something about how he’s too big to fit.

“shh. you don’t want to be a hindrance for the duke, do you? keep quiet and take it like a good girl.”

wriothesley who rushes to finish his work as soon as possible because he wants nothing more than to bend you over his desk and slam his hips into yours, fucking you into oblivion. yet he wants to see you beg for him, eyes filled with tears as you need him inside. how shameful of you, he would say, ordering the duke around like that.

wriothesley who finally pets your head after he signs the last of the papers, your eyes lighting up as he looks down at you. “get up,” he says and you do so. he stands up after you, his frame taller and wider and towering over you as he traps you between his desk and himself. “now, how could he ever get his work done if little criminals like you kept bothering the duke?” his dick pressed against you from behind, one hand creeping up to grab your jaw while the other traveled downwards.

you blink as you hear the clinking of metal and feel the cold material around your wrists, accompanied by a click. “w-wriothesley?” you call out, unable to turn your face back to him with the way he holds you.

you can practically feel the shit-eating grin on his lips when he pushed you down on his desk, hands tied behind your back. “that’s not what you’re gonna be calling me tonight.”

“your grace,” you correct.

“smart girl.”

wriothesley who yanks your clothes enough just to have enough space to slide inside you, yet stays still when you expect him to do it. you can feel his heat throb against your ass, accompanied by his palms groping the flesh. “is this what you were trying to get?” he teased, “preventing the duke from doing his job, just to get his dick inside this pretty pussy?” you heard him chuckle when he probed your lips with his fingers, finding it already dripping and ready for him. “so wet, too. is this all for him?”

“yes.” you pant.

“i couldn’t catch that.”

“yes, your grace.”

wriothesley who makes you beg before his fingers find your clit, rubbing at the sensitive bud and laughing as you clench around nothing. he can’t just give you what you want, can he? how could that be fair, treating a cute, pretty criminal like you with kindness? he’s insufferable, mocking your neediness, his hands roaming all over your body. he’s already done as much as to make you cum on his hands twice, and now people are going to call him unjust. b

wriothesley who finally slams inside you, the oversensitivity making you whine and moan as he set a harsh pace thrusting in and out. wriothesley was your sweet husband but oh god was he not a ruthless man.

wriothesley who keeps shaming you and praising you at the same time, telling you how good of a slut you are for your grace. his dick slides in easier with your mixed fluids inside your cunt, a creamy ring formed around his member.

wriothesley who slams inside you one last time before he stills, grunting as he shoots ropes of white cum inside your walls, the way you clench around his cock when you orgasm enough to drive him over the edge.

“but fortunately,” he whispers against your ear, bending down to press his chest against your back one hand skillfully undoing the locks of the handcuffs and dick still semi-hard. “you are the duke’s favorite.”

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sorrowfulrosebud · 4 months

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I hope you know you've given me puppy hybrid Bakugou brain rot, so you get another ask as a repercussion u3u

Whats the scenario or head canon of why we had to start putting a muzzle on hybrid Bakugou when going out? Did he bite, start a fight, did something out of spite? (Yes, that was a purposeful rhyme)

Gimme the tea 🫖

Blue? Wolf? Angel? 01? However you wish to be referred to, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG SMART BRAIN MWA MWA. Also this got long hehehe

Warnings: bratty kid, animalistic Bakugou, wounds, reader passes out

I imagine Katsuki would have to start wearing the muzzle as soon as he left the shelter. In my AU, he was in a fighting ring (original, I know), so he still snaps when he gets frightened or angry. He doesn’t mean to, not in the slightest. But when you have to fight to the death for scraps, or a ratty blanket to keep you warm in a cramped and filthy dog cage, it becomes a nasty habit.

You try to keep it off him as much as possible unless you’re going out. It was a very long process to get him to relax even slightly with you, which was honestly a feat in of itself.

You listen to his body language. He comes to you when he has a problem. If he tenses when you’re petting him, you retract your hand and wait for the signal for you to continue, if any. You leave his food alone, because it’s his. You allow him to nap, knowing the poor creature needs some proper sleep.

It’s easier in the privacy of your own home, in a comforting environment that Bakugou can explore a million times over and never find anything new. In public though, when the screaming child demands to touch his sensitive tail, or when the shih tzu hybrid is sniffing him, it can be so overwhelming for the pup.

“Are you all ready to go, sweet thing?” You smile at your new puppy boy.

Katsuki growled lowly, his collar and leash loose on his neck. The muzzle was wrapped around his lower face, protecting himself from a future lawsuit. He tugged at the metal bars irritatedly. You sigh in empathy.

“I know, sweetpea. I’m afraid that until the padded muzzle comes, it has to be the one provided by the shelter. On the bright side, you can come outside for a walk! It’s a lovely day outside and you can meet the neighbours!” You explain happily.

Katsuki chuffs and rolls his eyes, walking ahead and pulling you on the leash as you squeak in surprise.

“See, I told you it was nice! How’s your collar feeling, honey?” You ask him gently, not wanting to overwhelm him. Katsuki’s pupils were blown with all sorts of new smells and sounds.

He never knew what squirrels sounded like. They scurried in the trees a lot more delicately than the rats in the compound. The screams of children were from fun as their parents chased and played with them. The new pups in the compound were snatched from their mother and sold or… Katsuki shook his head. He didn’t want to think about that place any more.

It was all so bewildering for him, but he seemed to be enjoying it as he threw you a nod.

“Aw I’m so glad!” You laugh softly. You stop near the local convenience store, the thought of a cold ice cream tickling your fancy. You call out to Katsuki to stop as he obeys.

“Do you fancy an ice cream? It’s such a hot day today, and you’ve taken everything in so wonderfully,” you ask him.

Katsuki cocked his head, not knowing what “ice cream” was. He had sometimes heard his old handlers talk about it, but he’d never been able to try any. You felt a pang of guilt at the realisation that he’d never had the sweet treat.

“Let’s go and get you one. I’m sure you’ll like it,” you promise him softly, allowing him to walk in first. He jumped slightly at the little ding-dong of the door, growling at it as you explained what it was.

Despite his grumbling and the occasional bark, he was behaving himself remarkably.

The ice cream freezer was thankfully stocked full to the brim, with flavours of nearly every description.

“Ah, here they are! I hope they have some that’s hybrid friendly. Katsuki, why don’t you come take a look and see what you want to try,” you encourage him. Katsuki froze a little. You were… giving HIM the choice? Was this some sort of trap? Your soft smile made him feel slightly at ease.

Plus, you would never hit him in a store, right?

He takes a look at the flavours in the freezer, entranced by the huge red strawberries and slabs of chocolate. He was about to grab an ice lolly with a motif of a raspberry when a shriek pierces his ears.

His hands slap to his head, covering the fluffy things as he snaps his head at the source. He lets out an automatic growl as his teeth curl back. A small child, not much older than 6 is staring back at him with a delighted look. In his sticky hand held a melting ice lolly.

“Doggy!” He shrieks excitedly, jumping up and down. A woman, whom you presume is his mother, is taking a phone call further down the aisle.

Katsuki pressed further into you when the kid tries touching him with sticky fingers. You immediately stand in front of him, trying to calm the puppy boy down and deal with the kid.

“Hi there sweetie, I’m sorry but Katsuki doesn’t like being touched,” you try to explain carefully, getting on the child’s level. You’re taken aback when the little monster’s face goes red and he lets out an ear-piercing scream that has Katsuki starting to hyperventilate a bit.

“NO! WANT TO PET THE DOGGY! MAMAAAA!” The kid wails, the woman walking to her son. She looks you up and down as she holds her son by the shoulders.

“What seems to be the problem here?” She sneers. You make sure Katsuki has space to cool down as you try to explain.

“Your son here is trying to pet my hybrid, but that is not something that he is comfortable at all with, so I’m trying to explain-” you were cut off by the woman.

“So? The beast is muzzled and leashed, why can’t my angel pet him?” She gave you a dirty look, as if she could look past your puppyboy who looked like he would rather be anywhere else.

“Katsuki is really not comfortable with that. It’s his first time out of the house in a long time and-” you were once again cut off by the woman’s snooty laughter.

“Well if he’s such a ‘rabid beast’ then he shouldn’t be out of the house,” she snarls viciously. You didn’t even notice the kid sneaking behind you until Katsuki lets out a vicious growl, and the sound of 2 screams fill the air.

Katsuki waited for the paramedics to bandage you up as they took you to hospital. They found you bleeding in Katsuki’s arms, his claw marks identical to the ones in your chest.

Turns out the little bastard had snuck behind you and yanked on Katsuki’s leash. Being already wound up and anxious, the sharp leash tug threw him into a frenzy as he instinctively went to claw the threat. You pushed the kid off in time, taking the blow instead.

Katsuki could only stare at you as cotton filled his mouth. His mouth twitched as he started trembling. He had … hurt you…

Your shriek of pain could never leave his head, him not even registering that he had made you bleed until the metallic smell hit his nose. The kid started wailing after being shoved on the floor, the mother picking him up and running away.

You look at him, then at the blood and you try to smile. You swallow, the shock of the pain making it difficult to see.

“D-don’t worry K’s’ki! I do- I don’ blame you,” you start to slur out, the shock and blood loss making you woozy. You slump against your pup, breathing shallow and light. Katsuki whined anxiously, looking for help.

A witness in the same aisle came forward slowly, aware of Katsuki’s hyperventilating and anxious state. He clutched you close to him, sitting on the ground as he trembled and nosed your face. Blood was everywhere, staining everything.

The customer slowly made his way to Katsuki, clicking her tongue softly to get his attention. Katsuki looked wild as he snarled savagely, pulling you tighter. She held her hands up slowly, demonstrating she wasn’t a threat.

“I’m going to call for help. I need to make sure that your owner is okay. I’m going to be super duper careful to make sure I don’t hurt them any more. You can still hold them, I just need to make sure their pulse is still there. Is that okay?” She spoke slowly and calmly, getting emergency services on her phone.

Katsuki snarled, but the claws digging into you relaxed slightly. The customer let a small smile out as she checked your pulse and referred everything back to the emergency services. She was slow and methodical, careful not to move too quickly and scare the trembling pup.

“There we go, all done. I saw everything you know,” she said quietly, kneeling near the two of you. Katsuki whined quietly, chuffing your hair.

“You were scared, and that monster of a boy didn’t listen. There are cameras everywhere, so I’m certain nothing will happen,” she said firmly.

Her hand slowly lifted up, paying close attention to his body language. Her hand slowly found refuge in his hair, slowly petting his ears. Katsuki could feel his heartbeat slow down, just for a moment, before it spiked again at the sound of the siren of the ambulance.

The paramedics filtered through with animal control, surprised to see a muzzled hybrid already collared and leashed holding on to the patient. The lead paramedic slowly approached you, the uniform and sterile smell making Katsuki snarl loudly and pinning you back to him. His eyes were like pin pricks as he held you tight.

“Heyyy, there you go buddy. Is that your owner there?” The paramedic questioned him quietly, bringing the cart to carry you beside her. Katsuki snarled as they got closer.

“I know, I know. It must be scary being in this situation. The lady on the phone told me what happened. You didn’t mean it, did you?” the paramedic prayed her words were getting through to him.

It seemed her prayers were answered when his grip lets loose slightly.

“You were frightened, weren’t you? The kid yanked on your leash? That must have hurt,” she murmured to him, getting more on his level. She was making slow progress to you, getting anxious when she sees the amount of blood lost.

“But now your owner is hurting. Can we take them to get all fixed up? You can ride with us in the ambulance,” she promised, holding her hand out. Katsuki growled, but with a small whine, relinquished his grasp on you.

The paramedic smiled at him, slowly picking you up as she dashed you to the cart, strapping you in as she rushed you to the ambulance outside. Katsuki whined and followed you, desperate to keep your pained face in his vision.

He rode with you the entire way to the hospital, whining when he couldn’t see past the curtain of the emergency room.

The next few hours were hell. He sat next to the curtained room, jumping up when the nurse talks to him.

“You’re very lucky. The wounds were relatively deep, but it was the shock that made them pass out. We stitched up the wound, so now we’re going to monitor your owner in a different room. Would you like to come with?” He asked. Katsuki nodded frantically.

He couldn’t help the whimper when he saw your bed being wheeled out, the bandages reaching a good way across your chest. You were docked into your new room. All Katsuki could do was wait for you to wake up.

Katsuki was a mess. He couldn’t stop whimpering to himself, scared shitless. You were the only person to ever treat him with such kindness, to talk to him like a person and not a dog. You were kind, and gentle, and-

Probably gonna hand him back to the shelter. He knew what that meant though, considering this was his ‘saving grace’. He wouldn’t get any more chances. He tried to toughen himself up, beating his leg in rage as he prepares himself for your rage.

The rage, however, never came. Katsuki must have fallen asleep, since he was awoken by the gentle call of his name. His head snapped up, mixed emotions when he sees your confused orbs.

“What… happened?” You slurred out, sleep still overtaking your system. Your eyes snapped open at the recollection of events.

“Oh god! Are you alright?!” You gasp. Katsuki looked at you dumbfounded. His body trembled. Even when he had hurt you… made you pass out… you still wouldn’t say a bad word against him. Your eyes softened as tears breached his waterline, making his beautiful lashes clump together.

“No no no no, sweet thing! What’s wrong?!” You coo at him, sitting up. He looks pointedly at your chest. You let out an “oh”.

“Katsuki, this wasn’t your fault. That little boy wouldn’t leave you alone, completely ignoring that I said to leave you alone. He still did, despite you being clearly upset and went to yank on your leash! I couldn’t have them take you away from me, so I chose to take the blow instead,” you said firmly, placing a gentle hand on his clenched fist.

“I would do it a million times over for you,” you murmured to him, softly wiping his tears. He flinched slightly, before shakily nuzzling his hand into your palm.

“You’re my good boy, my sweet Katsuki,” you preen, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. His chest rumbles as he slowly ambles into your bed. He makes eye contact with you, something within him trying to force himself to stop. Your warm eyes don’t however, simply shifting along to make room.

He cuddles into you, careful of your wound as he licks your neck gently.

“M-miiiine,” he tried, the word new as it rolled on his tongue. Your head snapped to him, amazed at his first word. Your eyes watered as you pressed a kiss to his head.

“That’s right, puppy. You’re mine.”

@archer-fb had to expand the first word babe 🤭

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cheolism · 1 year

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➳ lee seokmin x fem!reader

➳ summary: when a mysterious stranger in the club offers to take you to his hotel for the night you're powerless to protest.

➳ 5.9k words

➳ tags: oooh boy ok. stranger roleplay, failed roleplay. dom! seokmin, service top! seokmin, failed hard!dom seokmin. married sex, harsh and gentle sex, the duality of lee seokmin. humorous sex, seokmin is extremely sensitive. oral (reader receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, frotage in public. seokmin likes praising reader. overstimulation. puppy seokmin tries to be a wolf and fails and succeeds at the same time. some exhibitionism but not. like. a lot. a married couple tries to spice things up and instead end up dropping the roleplay because of their inability to keep it together.

➳ warnings: fem pet names (good girl, princess), reader wears a bra. seokmin's pecs are called breasts bc i think the term pec is ridiculous and hate it. his abs are mentioned!!!

➳ note: inspired by the photo above!! i have many, many thoughts abt this picture.

When the stranger beckoned you to him, you were powerless to disobey. Like a fish on a line you went to him, the grin on his face never wavering as you crossed the room.

You had been watching him all night, enough to know he had been doing the same with you. He wore a patchwork suit that was ugly in a way only expensive clothes could be. The pants clung to his muscular thighs, which he parted tauntingly, as if he was trying to convince you to sit in his lap. His blazer hung loosely around him, the neck deep and showing off his collarbones and the valley between his breasts.

As you neared you were able to discern the little details about him. The noble climb of his nose, the strength in his jaw, the severe cut of it. The silver chain that rested perfectly on his collar, drawing your attention to it with every shift.

You wondered what it would be like to run your lips along it, to feel the cold metal in your mouth as you kiss his chest.

"Have a seat," the man said once you were near, a soft little smirk on his lips. He reached out with large hands, fingers slim and nimble, settling on your hips. You followed his lead, pressing your hands to his shoulders and lowering yourself onto his thighs. He let out a little groan once you settled, his hands smoothing over your back to guide you closer and closer until you were pressed against him, noses brushing, your cunt resting directly over his dick with only your clothes separating you.

"What a good girl you are," he murmured, nose nudging yours. One of his hands slipped underneath your shirt, fingertips pressing against your skin. His other hand grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand off of his shoulder and tangling his fingers with yours. "Good girls shouldn't be left unattended in places like this, should they?"

You hummed, watching his fingers as they played with yours. They were elegant and long, far longer than your own. You couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like wrapped around your throat or deep inside your cunt, working against your walls.

He shifted, the hand underneath your shirt holding you still as he adjusted himself. You could feel the shape of his cock beneath your ass, could feel how large it seemed. You wondered if he was just as eager for you as you were him, if he had been lusting after you as soon as his eyes caught yours, just as you had him.

It was horrible, you had realized, how it took just one little smirk from a stranger for your panties to become soaked.

"Tell me princess," he hummed, fingers untangling from yours to tug at your hair. He took a lock in his fingers, rubbing his thumb over the strands. "Such a sweet thing like you should have some big boyfriend standing guard over her in a place like this."

You shook your head, your lock of hair slipping from his fingers. He then tucked it behind your ear, the pads of his fingers trailing over the shell of your ear, tracing the cartilage. His touch was so gentle, but while you could find comfort in it, could liken it to the touch you would give a sleeping kitten, his hands did anything but calm you.

His touch was kind, but instead of soothing you he lit your nerves on fire with it. He touched you softly, sensually, dragging the pads of his fingers against your skin, coaxing goosebumps into rising. The stranger's touch was light, but no less noticeable than if he had been demanding with it.

"No boyfriend," you said. You laced your hands around his neck, fingers pressing into the short strands at the back of his head and petting. He hummed in approval. "I'm here by myself."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Sweet little things shouldn't be visiting clubs and bars without someone to protect them."

"Maybe you could be my boyfriend," you volunteered, eyes lowering to his mouth. His lips seemed to shine and glimmer, and you wanted to trace them with your tongue and taste to see if he had put any gloss on them. "Just for the night."

He laughed, his hand locking behind your back underneath your shirt. "Yeah?"

You nodded, bumping your nose against his. "Yeah. And you could do what boyfriends do."

"And what's that, princess?"

"You know." You bit your lip, glancing up to see his heavy gaze on your mouth. You released your lip from your teeth, smoothing over it with your tongue. "Like you said. Could protect me."

He hummed in thought. The music of the club, the clamor and chat of the crowd, seemed all so far away from the two of you. "And what would I get? For protecting you?"

"Well, boyfriends don't just protect their partners." You sunk your fingers fully into his hair, sliding through the strands and smoothing them. "They often do other things too."

The stranger hissed, his hands flattening against your back. He slid them against your skin, bunching up your shirt before gripping your hips. He squeezed your love handles before pulling your hips down and onto him, guiding you into a rocking motion.

"And what other things are there, sweet girl?" You could feel his length as it protested against his pants, pressing against your core. Nearly subconsciously you splayed your thighs further apart, baring down on him.

You gasped, eyes fluttering shut. He was hard against you, from his cock to his thighs to his chest. You angled your hips to grind your clit down on him, and even through all the layers of clothes the drag felt delicious, had you curling your toes in your shoes and digging your nails into his hair.

"Come on, princess," he chuckled, pressing his nose into your cheek. "What other things can boyfriends do?"

He pressed his mouth against the curve of your jaw, not quite kissing. You breathed shakily as his mouth traced your jaw. "They can -- you know."

You could feel his lips turn into a smile against your skin. "Hm, I don't know, princess. Gotta put that pretty mouth of yours to use and tell me."

"Boy -- boyfriends can fuck their girls," you sighed, turning your face towards him. He cursed, voice low and guttural, and then his hand was wrapping around your neck and bringing your mouth to his.

He kissed you eagerly, as if he was intent on devouring you. His mouth was a raging fire against yours, swallowing everything you gave him, your soft sighs and shifts against him fuel. When he shoved his tongue in your mouth it was as if he was shoving the flame inside of you, too, and you felt it travel through your body and settle deep in your gut.

Just as you thought: he tasted like the strawberry lip gloss you always tucked into your purse.

When he pulled away the two of you were connected by a thick string of saliva, your harsh breaths joining him in the small space between the two of you. He laughed, lips quirking up and illuminating his face in brightness that seemed to come from the sun itself.

"If that's the case," he breathed, leaning forward once again and pressing his mouth against the corner of your lips. His lips trailed down to your chin, leaving a blazing path behind. "Then I guess I'll accept your little proposition, princess."

You rolled your hips against him, bringing a little groan from him. His hands clenched down on your hips, stilling you, branding you with his strength.

"Not here, baby." He pulled away. His dark eyes were sparked with lust, his mouth red from the ferocity of your kisses. "There's a hotel on the corner. Think you can hold it in long enough for us to make it?"

You shot him a little look that brought out another laugh. Then he was using his large hands to guide you off of him. When you stood you couldn't help but stumble, your knees weak from him.

"Careful, princess," he lightly scolded you, standing and giving you his arm. You accepted it, tangling your arm around his.

The spring air was cool against your skin when the two of you stepped out of the club, leaving behind the bright LEDs and music. Couples and groups were milling about in front of the club, the night still young.

He removed his arm from yours, wrapping it around you instead to bring you close. He ducked his head down next to your ear, murmuring just loud enough for you to hear. "Better to a good job of being your boyfriend, I think, and protect you from all the riffraff."

You laughed, throwing your head back. He giggled, a cute thing that had your heart swelling. "You're just as bad as them," you reminded, "picking up some stranger from a club and taking them to a hotel."

"Maybe you're right," he agreed. His eyes seemed to sparkle, the dim light of the yellow street lamps doing nothing to lessen his beauty. "Do you feel like it's the Big Bad Wolf taking you away?"

You hummed, letting him guide you to the building at the end of the block. He stuck his hand into the pocket of his patchwork pants, taking out a keycard and swiping it. "I don't know . . ."

"You don't know?" His eyes crinkled at the corners, his hand on your shoulder sliding down to the middle of your back as he guided you inside the hotel. "What'll help you make up your mind?"

The hotel was nice. The floors were clean, the woman behind the counter giving the two of you a friendly smile. You grinned back at her before answering the stranger at your shoulder. "Maybe you could bite me. You know. Like a wolf does."

His gasp was loud in the quiet of the lobby. Then the stranger's hands were on your hips and he was steering you towards the elevator, slapping down on the button as soon as he neared it.

You giggled, falling back into his chest. You snuck your hand up underneath his blazer, fingers dipping into the band of his pants. His skin was so warm against your hand that it almost felt as if you were touching a heater instead of a human.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and then he was pressing you inside. The man slapped down on his floor button, jammed the button to close the doors, and then he was spinning on you.

His cologne seemed to devour you as he pressed you against the elevator wall, towering over you. His bangs hung in his eyes as he trapped you, voice low and settling deep in your gut. "What a fucking tease my princess is."

"Camera," you stuttered out, eyes flicking up. "Elevators have cameras."

The stranger growled as he spoke, as if he really was the Wolf come to consume you. "Fuck the cameras, princess. You didn't care about cameras when you were sticking your hand down my pants in the lobby."

The elevator doors pinged open, and then his hands were on your hips and driving you out. His hands were squeezing your sides so tightly that you thought they would leave marks.

He didn't stop talking as he took you down the hall, his voice low in his throat. "Acting like a good girl, acting like some little princess. Batting your eyes and whining and acting all innocent. You're just a little desperate slut, aren't you? Just a whore disguised as an angel."

He stopped in front of his door, bringing back out his keycard. He thrusted it against the keypad and as soon as it unlocked he was shoving the door open, urging you inside.

You turned just in time to watch him swing the door shut and lock it. His fingers, his long, lovely fingers that seemed to taunt you with every passing moment, went to his blazer. He hurriedly slipped the buttons out of their holes, every release revealing more and more of his smooth, golden skin.

He tossed his blazer onto a chair, baring his torso for your eyes. You eagerly drank him in. His golden skin glowed in the faint lights of the hotel room, casting shadows on his abs. His torso was decorated with moles, just like the rest of him, and your eyes focused on the one on his right breast, wanting nothing more than to press your lips against it.

But then he was against you, his quick fingers on the button of your pants. He popped it out of the hole, finger hooking onto your zipper and sliding it. He pressed his face into your neck, mouth attaching to the skin there and sucking kisses into it. You could feel the tip of his nose against your skin, the warmth of his breath as he spoke.

He hooked his finger into your pants, tugging them down the curve of your ass. “God. Can’t believe you’re taunting me like this. Always love these pants on you, you know? How they hug your ass, your pretty thighs. Always want to wrap my hands around them and leave my marks when you wear them. Everyone’s always staring at you when you wear them, staring at my girl.”

You gasped, arching into his touch as his hands slid underneath your underwear and cupped your ass, his teeth skimming along your neck. Your hands sought out him, grabbing at his arms, squeezing at his thick biceps and feeling the muscles flex as he kneaded at the fat of your ass.

“Please,” you begged, nails digging into his skin. “Please.”

He grinned against your skin. Then he pressed one last kiss to your neck. He moved away, long fingers grabbing onto the waistband of your underwear and tugging it down. He got to his knees as he pulled your underwear and pants. “On the bed, princess.”

You perched yourself on the edge of the bed, leaning back on your hands. His long, elegant, nimble fingers made quick work of the buckle to your shoes, guiding them off of your feet and gingerly setting them against the wall. Then he began tugging at your pants and underwear, throwing them next to your shoes.

Heat immediately gushed into your cheeks as his hands wrapped around your feet, thumbs running along the arches. Then he bent and pressed his mouth to the top of each of your feet, making your toes curl and a little squeal escape you.

He laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners and nose wrinkling cutely. “Sorry, I’m sorry.” He stood up, his hands going to his own button and zipper. When his pants dropped and you got a good look at the outline of his dick through his underwear you couldn’t help the little moan that left you. Heat flushed through your body, your cunt clenching.

He laughed again. “What? Does your little cunt like something, princess?”

He palmed his dick through his underwear as he came to you, your eyes caught on the action. He was big. He was huge. You should’ve expected it from the size of his hands alone, but even through his underwear you could see the shape of him and see how large it was.

You wondered, fleetingly, how it’ll fit.

His hands went to your thighs, squeezing. You let him guide you up onto the bed properly, the stranger coming to the edge. His hands went to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it. “Wanna take this off too, sweetheart? I’d like to see all of you.”

Feeling heat return to your cheeks, you pulled your shirt off and dropped it to the side of the bed. When your hands went to your bra his hands prevented you.

He lowered his face next to yours, voice low. “I’ll take care of this, if you don’t mind.”

Then he was skimming his hands over your breasts, mapping them out. You gasped as he squeezed at your breasts through the fabric of your bra, playing with them and feeling their weight in his palms.

After he toyed with your breasts for a few moments, drawing gentle little puffs of air from you, hips grinding down on the bed in an exceedingly feeble effort to get some sort of relief, he went to work undoing your bra. His hands fumbled with the hooks for a few seconds, the silence between the two of you lengthening.

A loud giggle escaped you, causing him to freeze against you. You shook your head, hands shooting out and looping around his neck. “Ignore me,” you urged, “I’m just being silly.”

He huffed, the air against your cheek making your lashes flutter. “I can do it.” He shifted, using his height to peer over your shoulder. “I’ve taken off bras hundreds of times before.”

“Of course, of course,” you hurriedly agreed, sinking your hand into his hair. You combed through the strands lazily. You felt it as soon as he successfully unhooked your bra, the relief shooting through you.

“See?” He said, pulling away. You lifted your arms out to him, letting him tug the bra off. “I can take bras off.”

“I never doubted you, sweetheart,” you bit down on your smile, trying to contain the affection that was threatening to pour out. You cleared your throat, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “It’s a task most boyfriends are rather adept at, I hear. Taking bras off their girls.”

He smothered his own smile, nodding at your words. “Yes. And as you saw, I’m a good bra remover.”

“The best I’ve ever seen,” you sympathized.

He snorted, a loud noise that made you startle and then laugh in turn. He pressed towards you, putting his body back between your legs and wrapping his arms around you. “I’m supposed to be seducing you.”

“I’m seduced!” You protested into his chest. You pressed your face further, placing kisses against his skin. He was warm, as he always was, like a space heater. “I’m so seduced. Really.”

“You promise?”

You giggled into his skin. He began to pull away, a whine on his lips. But you hurriedly wrapped your arms around his middle, keeping him from going too far. “I promise! I promise, really, sincerely.”

Your husband sighed, digging his face into your hair. “I messed this all up.”

“You didn’t!” You kissed the mole on his left breast before retreating, peering up at him. “You didn’t mess it up, Seokmin. Promise.”

“It’s the bra’s fault,” he mumbled, pouting.

You laughed, nodding in agreement. “You’re right, you’re right. It’s not as if we’ve been together for six years and you’ve had at least five and a half years of experience with taking off my bra specifically.”

He whined, pulling away and pouting at you. Seokmin slid his fingers through your hair, pushing it back behind your ear. “You’re such a bully.”

You caught his hand with yours, pressing your lips to his palm and kissing it. He softly exhaled, and you could feel the weight of his eyes on you as you began kissing his boney wrist, his forearm. You skimmed your lips over his skin, going as far as you could reach without moving from your spot on the bed.

“I’m a bully, am I?” You lowered your hands over his back, running your fingertips over the waistband of his underwear, causing Seokmin to shiver into you. “Why don’t you do something about it, stranger?”

He huffed a laugh. Seokmin bent over and pressed his lips to your hairline. “Okay. Okay.”

Then Seokmin separated from you completely, clearing his throat. “Climb up the bed, princess.”

You tried to stifle your smile but to not avail. You turned and began crawling up the bed, making sure to wiggle your ass as you did. Seokmin’s answering giggle was enough to make you laugh, burying your face into the pillows of the hotel bed.

His hands smoothed over your bare ass, squeezing. You began rising again to turn, but Seokmin pressed down on your middle, keeping you flat on the bed. “Stay still, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

You nodded, turning your head so you could watch him out of the corner of your eye. You watched as he took off his underwear, baring his entire body to you. You drank him in greedily.

Seokmin was gorgeous. He was beautiful. He always was. But his dick -- his dick stole your breath away even though you had seen it a thousand times before. You couldn’t help but watch as one of his hands smoothed over it. His dick was long and thick, and you knew from experience how well it could fill you. You knew how it felt when he was hammering his hips into you, how it felt like you could feel his dick deep in your gut. How it would make you feel impossibly full and whole, as if you were a puzzle missing half of itself and he held the piece.

“Like what you see, baby?”

His words had you flushing, abruptly turning on him to bury your face back into the pillow. Seokmin laughed again, and then you could feel the mattress shift as he began to climb up after you.

Seokmin’s hands, large and heavy, grazed over your thighs. He mapped them out, as if he hadn’t spent the last five years memorizing them. His touch had your eyes fluttered shut, your hips rising to try and meet his hands.

“You’re so beautiful, princess.” Seokmin’s breath was warm as he lowered his face to your back, speaking sweet-nothings against your skin. As he spoke his hands began manipulating your thighs, spreading them out, making room for him to lay between them. “I’m so lucky. I’m the luckiest man in the world, princess. You’re so beautiful.”

“What happened to being the Big Bad Wolf?” You asked, face half against the pillow.

Seokmin kissed the lowermost part of your back. One of his hands held a thigh in place, allowing him to skim his fingertips along your cunt. “Are you telling me you’re not feeling like a wolf’s prey, darling?”

Two of his fingers brushed against your hole, not quite entering. You whined a little, burrowing into the pillow. When you tried to lift your hips in an attempt to guide his fingers into your cunt he moved the hand that was propping your thigh up to return to your back, pressing you down on the bed. “Keep still, princess. That’s a good girl. Gotta be a good girl for me. I know you can, you’re always so good. Always so good and pretty, so good and sweet.”

Seokmin hooked his fingers into your hole, intruding to the first knuckle. Immediately you were trying to back up into him, trying to shove them in all the way. But then Seokmin sighed; you could feel the warmth of his breath against your ass. “Told you to be a good girl, sweetheart.”

“I am!” You argued weakly, pouting against the pillow even though he couldn’t see. “Just want your fingers in me, Seokmin. Want to feel you.”

He kissed the globe of your ass, causing you to clench. “My girl’s so needy. You act like I didn’t just fuck you the night before last.”

Slowly, as if this was your first time and not closer to the thousandth, Seokmin guided his fingers inside of your cunt. You could feel every centimeter, your entire body focusing on the glide of them, how they slid against your walls and forced them to expand. You didn’t even realize you were moaning into the pillow until he said something.

“Love the way you sound, sweetheart.” He kissed you again, the gentleness of his lips coinciding with the tender way he fingered you. His fingers seemed never-ending, so long and crooking inside of you, brushing against your walls. “You always sound so pretty for me, baby.”

Then his fingers found the sponge inside of you that had you crooning, wiggling against his hold. Seokmin draped his weight against you, holding you to the bed. He massaged that sponge for a moment, dragging sweet whines and moans from your lips.

“Perfect,” he mumbled. Seokmin dragged his fingers out of your cunt, slowly as to allow you to feel every single millimeter. Your cunt protested, clenching and squeezing around him, trying to keep his fingers inside. “Look at how eager your pretty little cunt is for me, princess. You’re always so eager for me. Always so desperate for my fingers.”

Swiftly Seokmin slid them back in, his fingertips hitting your core directly. You couldn’t help the loud groan that escaped you in response.

“Let me hear you, darling.” He kissed your ass again, scissoring out his fingers. “Wanna hear everything you got to say.”

Seokmin fingered you gently and quickly, though no less effectively. Every single drag of his fingers had your walls clenching around him, every single brush of his fingers against your core had you moaning and bucking back into him. You wanted him, wanted him so badly.

He withdrew his fingers entirely to reposition himself, changing the angle of his hand. This time three of his fingers pressed against your hole and your entire body tensed in response.

When his thumb brushed against your clit you couldn’t help but moan, driving your hips back and onto his fingers. They entered you, the three of them impaling you. Seokmin cursed, his other hand flying to your ass in an attempt to steady you. “Careful, princess, gotta be --”

“Fuck me,” you begged, grinding your hips back and onto his fingers further, driving the three digits deeper. “Fuck me, Seokmin, please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he murmured, hand squeezing your ass soothingly. “I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“Seokmin.” He didn’t move as you rocked your hips back and forth, guiding them in and out. “Just fuck me, Seokmin. I want you to fuck me, I want you to fill me up with your cock, want you to stuff my cunt.”

Your husband cursed, and then his fingers were leaving you entirely. You gasped, a protest on your lips.

Then his hands were on your hips, turning you over. Seokmin hooked his arms around your legs, dragging them up and baring your cunt for him. He released his hold on one of your thighs to pull at his dick, a soft little curse escaping him.

Leaning over you, he was like a god. His bangs were stuck to his head by a sheen of sweat, his eyes dark and piercing. He seemed so wide, caging you in like this. His shoulders were broad and golden, Seokmin’s abs glistening from the sweat brought on by your activities. The little silver chain around his neck dangled as he hovered, seemingly taunting you.

When the head of his cock brushed against your hole you couldn’t help but groan, squeezing your eyes shut. You knew the head of his dick was thick, knew how it always took a moment for your body to accept it.

Seokmin lowered his face, pressing his forehead against yours. You dragged your eyes from his dick to his face, watching his face contort as he tried to control himself, tried to keep from plunging into you. His pretty lips were twisted, eyes squeezed shut.

He jostled the two of you, moving his hand from his dick. Seokmin brushed his fingers against your clit before he focused on it, rubbing at it. Each rub, each drag of his digits against your clit had you arching into him, mouth falling open at the pleasure that began pooling in your gut.

“There’s a good girl,” he murmured, and then he was pressing into you. Seokmin guided himself in gently, feeding you slowly, your cunt still so tight around him despite having prepared you.

“Tell me --” You gasped out, hands moving to squeeze at his biceps. “Tell me when.”

Seokmin nodded, his nose brushing against yours. You knew you couldn’t take all of him, couldn’t fit all of his dick inside of you if you were expected to be able to walk out of the hotel tomorrow.

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he huffed, mouth hot against your cheek. “Always so fucking tight around my dick, always squeezing around me so perfectly. You were made for me, princess, fuck.”

Seokmin settled against you, the hand that was on your clit moving instead to brace beside you on the bed. He was completely still, his gentle pants warming your body and causing you to shiver.

“Seokmin,” you breathed, clenching around his cock and drawing out a low groan. He was so thick and long and even though he wasn’t entirely inside of you, you felt so completely full. It stung a little, the stretch, but you couldn’t help but grind your hips up into him, searching eagerly.

“Stop,” he gasped out, eyes flying open. His eyes were wide, his fingers digging into your skin and surely leaving little crescents. “Sweetheart, don’t move.”

You tensed in his hold, your hands stilling against him. “Seokmin? Seokmin, are you okay? Fuck, Seokmin, I swear if you’re hurt --”

“No --” Seokmin ducked his head, burying his face into your sweaty neck. “Fuck. Princess, I’m gonna cum.”

You blinked, uncomprehending. “You -- Seokmin, we haven’t even done anything!”

“I know!” He cried out, unwilling to face you. “I know! I’ve just -- I’ve been hard since I dropped you off at the club and nearly came in my pants when you were grinding on me there, and I wanted to fuck you rough and hard but I’m going to fucking spill right now.”

“Oh my God,” you whispered. “Seokmin. We’ve been married for a whole fucking year. We’ve been having sex for nearly six years.”

“You’re so mean,” he mumbled. “So fucking mean to me.”

You laughed, moving a hand to bury in his hair. You stroked his hair, messing with it, pulling. “I love you, Lee Seokmin,” you giggled. “Even if you cum really easily.”

He sighed, and then Seokmin was lifting himself off of you. He guided one of your legs to wrap around his hips before he braced himself against the bed, leaning over you. “Okay. Okay. I’m good.”

Then Seokmin was pulling out, the drag bringing out a whine from both of your mouths. You couldn’t help but toss your head back, eyes fluttering shut.

The whole world seemed to stop as the head of his dick caught on your hole, as he paused. You didn’t even dare breathe, didn’t dare move. Your entire being was zeroed in on him and you, and the spot where the two of you would join.

Seokmin snapped his hips, burying himself to the hilt inside of you. You cried out, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. You tossed your other leg around him, crossing at the ankles.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, and then he was pulling back out again.

Seokmin set a furious pace, jackhammering inside of you as if he could make up for the pause earlier by slamming into your cunt. His balls slapped against your pussy as he plunged inside, the slapping of his skin against yours filling the room alongside the squelching of your cunt as he impaled you over and over, his cockhead thick and ramming against your core relentlessly, never sparing it, abusing it.

Your husband fucked you stupid, refusing any mercy for your cunt. You knew he would leave bruises from the brutal hit of him against your cunt, knew you wouldn’t be able to sit down without feeling him for a week, but all you could do was moan and cry out, pussy accepting him eagerly, yearning for his dick.

You clenched down on him and then Seokmin was gasping, voice catching in his throat. He thrusted a handful more before he was spilling inside of you, his cum flooding into your cunt and painting it white.

“Fuck,” he groaned, eyebrows furrowing. “Fucking -- so fucking good -- filling you up, gonna fucking fill you until your little cunt can’t take it --”

Seokmin continued to drive into you as he came, babbling nothing. Once he was done he stilled, ducking his head against your collar and gasping.

Then he was pushing off of your body, throwing your legs open. Seokmin wedged himself between your thighs, his hands flying to your cunt. He pressed himself against the bed, attaching his mouth to your cunt, tongue plunging in alongside his cum and eagering cleaning you out.

He ate you just as he fucked you -- furiously. Seokmin ate you out as if it were his last meal, as if he desired nothing more in the world. He ate his cum and your cunt juices eagerly, and it only took three rubs of your clit in tandem with his tongue plunging inside before you were cumming, spasming around him.

Seokmin continued to eat you out as you came, unrelenting in his task. Your hips grinded up into his mouth until you couldn’t, overstimulation flooding through your senses. You hissed, your thighs coming down on either side of his face.

“Seok --” You gasped out, hands flying to his hair.

He pulled away, his face completely a mess. Seokmin glanced over you, taking in your heaving chest, your wide eyes. Then he was smirking a little, ducking his head back between your thighs. “I think you can be a good girl and take another, don’t you think?”

The yes was barely out of your mouth before his mouth was reattaching to your cunt. Your cunt squeezed around his tongue, protesting the intrusion, screaming in sensitivity. But your body practically sang for him, hips grinding up into his mouth, constant pleas of more and more streaming from your lips.

It wasn’t until you came again did Seokmin move from between your thighs, his lower face a mess with your juices and his cum. He rubbed at his face though it didn’t really do anything, instead spreading the mix around even more.

Seokmin climbed up your body and, despite the mess, when he pressed his mouth to yours you couldn’t help but accept him, tongues meeting and tangling. He kissed you like he ate your cunt, tongue clever as it moved inside your mouth.

He broke apart from you with a click of your mouths, his lips catching on the underside of your jaw and sucking. You gasped, arching into his touch, hands delving into his hair. “Seok -- Seokmin -- I saw the tub before -- let’s -- let’s take a bath --”

Seokmin pulled away, eyebrows furrowed. He looked ridiculously adorable despite the mess on his lower half, his lips in a pout. “You want to be done? Already?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, hands latching together behind his head and bringing him back down for another kiss. You spoke against his mouth as you kissed him, words muffled against his lips. “I said -- I said there’s a bath, Seokie. Baths don’t always mean the night is over.”

Your husband stilled against you. He abruptly pulled away, eyes wide and mouth opening in a wide grin, his pearly white teeth flashing. Seokmin dropped a kiss to your breast before he jumped off of the bed, nearly tripping over his discarded underwear.

“I’ll start the bath!”

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Boo How is it the Spooky Month and you asked for it I'll ask about Werewolf Mikey, Izana and Shinichiro

H A P P Y H A L L O W E E N

three pack alphas lmao and brothers

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, NSFW, FURRY???

Yandere!Werewolf Izana Kurokawa

He is head of his pack and fucking proud. Unchallenged, undefeated and unmated. For now. He's held out for years, he's had offers but none of them were good enough and if he's being very honest it wasn't all that important.

Until he met you. Stupid camper with her dumb friends, stinking up his land. He knew the local humans were smart enough to stay out, he knew that some influential ones had even made laws to keep humans out. But every now and again a dumb few would try their luck and go missing.

He's ready to just unleash his whole pack on them, he knows many were dying for some action and honestly he was looking forward to sinking his teeth into something that screams but then-

"Oh! Lookit the puppy!" are you serious? Izana has heard screams gasps and even a scared 'N-nice do-doggy-' but you were actually... baby talking him? "Ooooo! Big puppy! C'mere, lemme give you some scratches, who's a good boy?"

Izana humors you, bemused more than anything and just planning on sinking his teeth into your neck the moment you let your guard down but- you sure do know how to scratch.... You get all the hard to reach places and your fingertips are so soft when you massage just right behind his ears...

Ok, new plan. The nasty humans you came with need to go, but you can stay and become his queen... He needs his head scratches after all.

Yandere!Werewolf Manjiro Sano

Grew up surrounded by humans. Hated it. He was taught, or at least his family had tried to teach him to to live amongst the human populace, but it never suited him to hide who and what he really is.

So he goes completely feral, taking a group of young wolves with him and starting the Toman Pack in the surrounding forests. The people in town whisper about a demon wolf lurking in the woods and taking people that trespass or offend him, and he just finds it so amusing.

You don't listen to the warnings. You never have. He likes that about you. You're always in his woods, maybe you take pictures, maybe you just hike, or maybe you just wander the trails, but whatever it is that you do Mikey is always watching.

His pretty baby. You're so cute when you trip on stumps, so adorable when you hum to yourself, so vulnerable when you think no one is watching.

But Mikey isn't patient, he's an animal afterall, he goes after what he wants when he wants it. And the fear in your eyes when you see him, when you realize the rumors were actually true, makes him want to chase you all the more.

You put up a good fight... Not really, but it is comendable how hard you try run, how hard you try to hit when he gets on top of you, but don't worry baby, he won't bite. much.

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

He lives amongst humans and leads a pack that tries to integrate with them. Its hard. Its exhausting constantly keeping his own wild urges and the urges of others in check, but Shinichiro presses on and he does it all for you.

Not that he's proud of it, but he's been playing you for years because you think you've been feeding and taking care of the same GIANT stray black dog.

Its your own fault, having fed him all those years ago in his wolf form, having been so kind and loving, smelling so good. He fell in love the moment you pet his fur like he was some kind of lap dog.

And you've tried for years to catch him, he knows you want to take him home with you forever and love him. You've said as much. Once you actually got leash and collar on him and took him to your home.

He ended up living there a week with you, the best seven days of his life, but quickly came back to reality and released himself in his human form while you slept. It wasn't fair to his pack to be living in paradise, and it wasn't fair to you to be living a farce.

But don't worry, he's going to reveal the truth to you soon, and this time he'll take you home.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere izana #yandere shinichiro sano

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corpsebasil · 1 year

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Shapeshifter Part 1

When a girl with the strangest abilities the prince has ever met gets hurt, he finds himself unwillingly attached to a stranger.

(Sorry for the spam guys but I’m rampaging rn)

Mal stared in absolute horror as the giant white wolf he and Alina had been traveling with for days entered the pirate’s office with them, sitting on the ground next to Alina’s feet.

The Sun Summoner was discussing terms of passage when Nikolai noticed the wolf, taking in its powerful size and cold, unrelenting stare. He flashed the two strangers a grin and pointed, his excitement at seeing a wolf for the first time so close to him growing.

“Now that is a gorgeous dog.” He said, nodding towards the animal. To his surprise, the wolf dipped her head at him. As if it was thanking the prince.

“Please don’t compliment her, her ego’s big enough already.” Alina sighed, and glared right back at the wolf when the animal sent her a mocking snarl.

“Dramatic beast.” Mal sighed, then protested when Nikolai beckoned to the wolf, leaving his desk chair to crouch on the ground.

“Hello,” he cooed, “who’s a good girl?”

“She’s—“ Mal started, mortified, at the same time Alina said, “Please don’t pet her she isn’t—” But the wolf stepped over to the prince, almost preening when he rubbed her ears and treated her like she was a small puppy instead of a warrior of a dog.

“Y/N, enough.” Alina snapped, her temper and embarrassment at its peak, and the wolf grumbled. The creature clearly understood them all, and Nikolai was fascinated by its intelligence. “Go find a robe or something and stop playing around.”

Nikolai gave Alina a weird look, raising a brow.

“A robe?” He demanded, standing up. “What are you—”

But Mal had his jacket off and set it down behind him, and then a flash of light filled the room, and Nikolai stumbled backwards into the wall in surprise. The prince let out a strangled noise of fear when a person—a woman—stood up from the floor, buttoning Mal’s long, knee length coat around herself before any of the trio could get a glimpse of her body underneath it.

“Sorry about that.” She giggled, tying her hair up out of her face. “It never gets old, it really doesn’t.”

“You’re a…” Nikolai wracked his brain for a single idea of what kind of Grisha she could be. He had no clue what order allowed people to change into animals, but…

“Not a Grisha, sorry to disappoint.” She said, then suddenly pressed a hand against her stomach, stilling for a moment, and bolted out of the office. Nikolai stared after her in mute surprise for the ten seconds it took for the three of them in the office to hear her vomiting over the side of the ship, her retching making him feel sick, as well.

“It’s a rare ability.” Alina explained, looking over at Mal, then back to the prince. “Way back before the Grisha. She may be the only one left of her kind.”

“I’m back.” Y/N said, looking remarkably less pale than she had the moment before. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow?”

***

Later, Nikolai stepped outside and sat down cautiously next to the girl, the shapeshifter, who sat cross-legged against the side of the ship. She was wearing his own shirt, white and barely long enough to reach mid-thigh, but she had walked around in it shamelessly, claiming none of his pants fit her and she wouldn’t look like a clown.

He tried not to stare at her long legs tucked on the deck.

“Thank you,” she told him, gesturing to the clothes and the bowl of soup in front of her. She’d eaten a bowl already, claiming that using her power starved her, and she was sipping on a mug of peppermint tea that calmed her stomach. “I needed this badly. I was stuck in that body for four days and I thought I was going to start barking at people without it being a joke.”

“How does it…” Nikolai approached the topic slowly, still absorbing her eyes, her long hair—she was gorgeous, that was undeniable, but he was still wary of the beast that hid beneath her skin. “Do you always get sick after?”

“No.” She said simply, and took a sip of her tea. Then her smile turned wry, and she tilted her head. “You know, my sense of smell is very good when I’m in a wolf form.”

He raised a brow.

“And?”

“And I never forget someone’s scent. And you smell like someone I saw several years ago, when I was masked as a hawk in Ravka.”

Nikolai’s heart seemed to stop, before he said, as calmly as possible, “please do not share that information.”

“And upset your royal good-lookingness? Never.” She took another sip of tea and smiled, this time free of teasing, and he smiled hesitantly back. “But anyways. Things like a hawk or a squirrel or something, maybe a bunny, don’t take that much out of me. The smaller than animal and the less time in the body, the less it effects me.” Then she shuddered, her face paling a bit. “It’s the bigger forms that take from me. I worry someday that I’ll shift into something too big and won’t be able to shift back without it killing me.”

Nikolai pondered this, still utterly floored by the concept. They were going to sail for the sea-whip, and a shifter might very well be a useful advantage to he and his crew. Maybe if she turned into a hawk or a falcon and scouted ahead for them…

He looked over at her, finding her eyes, so calculating, watching him already.

“What?” He asked, his tone a bit too startled for his liking.

“You’re much more handsome, now.” She said, matter of factly, and he was ashamed to find himself a bit flustered. Him. Flustered. “To tell you a secret, I’ve always wanted to date a prince.”

“Alright.” He scoffed, sitting up straighter, and ignored the glimmer of amusement in those eyes. “You’re tired. We have a long day ahead of us in the morning, shifter.”

“Will I be sleeping in your bed, or you in mine?”

“Are you always this flirty?”

“I have a thing for pirate princes.”

Nikolai’s smile was genuine when he offered her his arm, guiding her along with him towards the hammock area where the rest of the crew slept. She lingered by the door, casting a sultry look over a shoulder. Damn him, that look. She smirked as if she knew exactly what he was thinking about and sauntered away, pulling a laugh from Nikolai when he watched her pounce onto Mal in his hammock, almost knocking herself and the tracker onto the floor.

Part 2 —> here.

#shadow and bone #shapeshifter #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x reader #sturmhond #sturmhond x reader

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tinyfantasminha · 4 months

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Have you thought in Javic having kids hcs/designs or do you prefer them to be child free? Sorry if it bothers you, I was wondering it because Jack and Vic kids would be super cute, I'm 10005% sure. If not then do you have any married life Javic hcs you like?

I'm gonna be honest that for a LONG time I was reluctant on making fankids since I was never really comfortable with them overall

But then. Suddenly I had an epiphany. I was like ''eh I'm going to brainrot in the shower and see if anything comes out of it'' and then I started thinking. And I was like ''this is cute actually, this isn't so bad'' and then I started rotting more and getting attached to the idea and AND,,,,,,,,

This is Ami Howl

Autistic and selective mute, she will only speak to her parents (even so, very rarely)

Whenever she wants attention (wants to be fed/is feeling scared/lonely) she will howl like an actual wolf pup

Socially anxious around other kids and prefers to play alone. It takes a while for her to be fully comfortable around someone

Is a bit possessive with her things and likes to show them off (you can look at her blanket and her kiddy chair but you can't touch it)

She loves playing outdoors, but you need to keep an eye on her or else she gets too stimmy and might run off imagine a puppy with the zoomies

She's a kisser!!! loves kissing her parent's faces to show affection

She gets random needs of affection and gets very upset when she doesn't get them IMMEDIATELY (getting picked up, petted or kissed)

Gets grumpy easily when she doesn't get what she wants but also gets distracted fairly easily and quickly (ex: if she's upset about something give her a cookie and she will be happy and forget what she was upset about)

Domestic HCs

Ami is very clingy with her parents and likes to do practically anything with them!! Like sitting on Vic's lap as they watch tv or playing with Jack

Jack obviously encourages his toddler to be physically active, so he often takes her to parks so they can do some outdoors activities. Many times he had to chase her down when she ran off

Jack probably huffs his chest proudly to say how he will be the best husband and father but once he has to change a soiled diaper for the first time he sees his whole life flashing before his eyes (he sheepilishly asks Vic for help but she refuses to and says he needs to figure it out on his own,,)

Jack is very supportive but he's also clumsy. He's bad at handwork that involves dressing Ami up or changing her diapers (the clothes are too tiny for his big hands, as he says) so sometimes Ami will be dressed up with clothes turned inside out and Vic has to fix it (Jack gets better overtime)

Ami gets jealous of her parents sometimes. There are times when she wants the affection of one parent and gets annoyed when they're giving more attention to their spouse instead of her (ex: wants to be clingy with Vic but Jack is always around her so Ami will growl at Jack. She gets sassy too)

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #jack howl #twstvic #ami howl #IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO MAKE A FANKID IWAS ALWAYS LIKE ''mm not for me'' BUT THEN I STARTED IMAGINING JACK AS A FATHER AND?!:?????#GOING DELULULU #thinking of how he takes love so srs and if he found someone he wants to stay with themfor life so obvs he would want to start a family...#answered ask #myart

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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So I saw the Vox Machina s/o wolf walker and I cant help but wonder:

Werewolf s/o who acts like a big puppy around their chosen member of VM? Like they will wine like a dog, puppy eyes and all and as soon as they get pats or attention that person is now being suffocated by snuggles and or licks to the face or the person next to the werewolf gets beaten up by a fluffy tail.

Awwww omygosh this is so cute!!

Werewolf “big puppy” would include….

Perfect for cuddles!!

Keyleth (and Minxie) have a new cuddle buddies!

Grog sometimes likes to play-wrestle with you

Vex and Vax are now smooshed into a Trinket-you sandwich

Scanlan gets you to howl along with his harmonizations, which keeps everyone up at night

Or sometimes even Pike joins in, giving you belly rubs in a whole “who’s the best?? You are!!”

After Vax got his wings, now it’s raven boi trying to play tag with you

Always nudging into Percy relentlessly until he finally gives in with an exasperated, “ugh fine! If I let you, will you stop pestering me?”

“🥺🐶”

The cuddles and pets go on for hours but he’ll never admit it

Bonus:

You stay in this form for so long that when you morphed back into human form one afternoon, everyone was confused. Like a “who are you?!” moment before you explain. “It’s me!”

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sunflowersandsapphires · 6 months

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Self-Indulgent HCs

pairing(s): Frank Castle x fem!Reader, Matt Murdock x fem!Reader, Michael Kinsella x fem!Reader

summary: How each of the boys would care for you when you were sick, headcanons bc i am tired

warnings: non-graphic, general descriptions of sickness (just cold/fever, not covid)

a/n: this month was already rough on my allergies but i came down with quite possibly the worst cold I’ve ever had. (It’s literally so bad i had to use PTO instead of WFH days? I am literally dying.) I wrote this when I was feverish and couldn’t sleep to make myself feel better. I hope someone out there likes it 😭

Frank

I think Frank would worry a lot when his partner was sick.

He’s lost so many people and he doesn’t have a huge circle so i think it takes him by surprise a little.

But he’d do his best to hide his worries by going about his day and comforting you.

He’d get fresh produce from the store and make you delicious soup, pick up tissues and medicine for you, threaten anyone who tried to make you go into work

“Your boss still pullin’ that shit? Gimme the phone, let me talk to ‘em”

He loves being your big spoon anyways but he would not let you go if you looked or sounded ill. You’d be nestled carefully against his chest while he stroked your back until you fell asleep.

He’d keep you entertained by reading to you or watching whatever TV your fever-ridden mind is craving.

Above all, he wouldn’t leave your side until you were feeling better.

The smile on his face the next time you take him out would be brilliant. He’s just so happy that you’re here with him and feeling better.

Matt

Personally, i hate the idea of getting people sick more than actually being sick sometimes but i think this would especially be the case with Matt

His senses are so delicate, I wouldn’t want to fuck with him by being gross and loud or by getting him sick.

But there is no way this man isn’t the biggest self-sacrificing-mother-hen when someone he loves is sick.

He’d sense your illness before you would, and encourage you to take it easy and sleep a bit extra that week (above all, he’s a hypocrite.)

Of course, he’s a bit embarrassed of everything he can do, or maybe you don’t know the extent of what he is capable of, so he plays it off as “you’ve been working so hard lately, sweetheart, you need to take it easy.”

A day or two before the bug hits you like a truck, he’d come over with a bag from the pharmacy that’s just chock-full of DayQuil and Tea and cough drops and like a single bandaid

He poorly plays it off as “uh, your first aid kit was low, remember?”

Once you’re well and truly sick, he’d be stubborn as a mule if you tried to keep him away. You lock him out of your apartment? You wake up from a nap wrapped in a Devil-shaped blanket to find that someone picked your window lock.

At that point, you just cave and let him stay because you are so cold and he’s so so warm.

Mikey

Not afraid of using his puppy dog eyes to get you to stay home or in bed.

Also not afraid of crying wolf and pretending that he’s not feeling well to make you take a break

“Sorry, pet, my head is hammerin’. Think we could lay down fer a bit?”

Combined WITH the puppy eyes? You don’t stand a chance.

Though you usually take care of the housework while he’s dealing with his family’s business, he wouldn’t let you lift a finger until your temperature was normal and your voice came back.

It’s as if you’re the only person that exists to him, he’s running around trying to anticipate your every need.

It’s been a while since he’s dealt with the real world so he might ask Birdy for advice on how to care for a sick person.

Lots of home remedies (idk just vibes.)

He would have you lean against him in a scalding shower to clear your sinuses or draw you a nice bath.

Keep cool water and a cloth by the bed to bring your fever down.

Hand you cup after cup of tea until you have to threaten to tie him to the bed.

“Just lay with me, please”

“Of course, pet. Anything fer ya.”

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werecreature-addicted · 8 months

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generally submissive werewolf boyfriend who only gets dominant when hes in wolf form, but then he's *really* really dominant. which is fine with you bc you're a switch and love it both ways. i love this concept. like you're used to him being pretty subby and sweet and he likes being under you even though you're way smaller than him. but then he turns and he's suddenly the most dominant man you could ever imagine, pinning you down, saying the dirtiest things to you, telling you exactly what to do for him. hhhhmmmmmm

It's such a head rush dominating someone so much larger than you. You love looking down at him and seeing those soft big puppy-dog eyes as he pleads to fuck you.

When he's in a submissive mood he's such a good boy for you. he doesn't like to brat out, or disobey you. He's eager to earn your praise whatever rewards you have in store for him.

But be careful not to tease him too much... He's still a monster, still stronger than you in every way if he gets too frustrated he might take matters into his own hands and flip you under him to he can be the one in charge.

He's supper into pet play when he's the one topping- you're a sweet little puppy for him, his favorite pet. He's sadistic when he's the one in charge. If you want his dick you're going to have to work for it, earn it. He likes hearing you beg- and making you cry. just a little bit. There's just something that drives him wild when he sees your glossy eyes. He might make you wear mascara just to watch it run.

Your werewolf boyfriend feels lucky that you're a switch like him, it would get boring if he was stuck in one role every time you two have sex.

#werewolf #monster imagine #monster fucker #teratophillia #werewolves #werewolf boyfriend #monster #monster boyfriend #werewolf x reader

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deep-fried-egg · 8 months

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Warnings: werewolf Vada, g!p, not really a warning but r keeps calling vada a he because she thought vada was a boy because Vada is stuck in her wolf form and she has a dick, r kind of kidnapped Vada without realizing it, r named wolf! Vada titan

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

"Hey! Thanks for coming over!" Y/n beams as she opens the door, welcoming her friend into her cozy home.

Jaina grins, stepping inside. "No problem, I couldn't resist an invitation like that. So... let's see this new dog you got! I want to know if he's really as big as you say he is!" Jaina says excitedly, her eyes already scanning the room.

Y/n giggles and gestures towards the corner of the living room, where a massive dog bed sits. Lounging on it is a hulking beige dog with little dark brown patches scattered across its body. The dog has long fur, which gives its big fluffy ears and long muzzle a gentle appearance. Lying lazily, its tail wags slowly up and down as it leisurely stretches out and rolls onto its back, revealing its stomach area.

"Wow, he really is huge!" Jaina exclaims, her eyes widening in amazement as she approaches the gentle giant with Y/n by her side. "What's his name?"

"His name is Titan," Y/n smiles proudly at her new furry companion. "He may look intimidating due to his size, but he's actually a total sweetheart."

Jaina reaches down to pet Titan, who greets her with a deep but friendly rumble. "Aww," she coos as they watch the enormous dog lap up the affection.

After a moment, Y/n suggests they move on to what Jaina came for in the first place. "Well, Titan isn't the only reason I invited you over! Let's play some video games!"

The two friends exchange competitive grins before making their way to the couch. Y/n grabs her Nintendo Switch as they pass by the entertainment center and quickly connects it to the TV. As soon as everything's set up, they eagerly dive into Animal Crossing together: laughing, gossiping about their favorite villagers, and sharing tips on how to grow the perfect virtual garden.

Meanwhile, Titan contentedly stretches out across the floor, occasionally lifting his head to watch Y/n and Jaina as they enjoy their gaming session. The afternoon unfolds into an ideal blend of friendly competition and warm companionship – exactly what both girls had been looking forward to all week.

"Oh Jaina! I found this really cool bracelet at that new store they built about a mile away. it's in my room though... let me go get it!" y/n says as she quickly gets up from the couch, heading to her room to grab the aforementioned 'cool bracelet' she found. Her dog following behind her.

"Oh hey puppy! awww you're such a cutie... come here." y/n coos lovingly to her huge pet as she scratches under his chin affectionately.

"Where did you come from? I didn't even hear you coming." y/n turned away from the large dog to look for her bracelet. quickly turning back around when she heard a weird shuffling noise and then... there was a naked woman standing where her dog was?

"Oh thank God! Fuck I was stuck like that for weeks! that was the worst experience of my life. hey thanks lady. it's like you broke my curse or something!" The small woman spoke.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Y/n backed up against the wall, looking for something to defend herself with.

"Hey! calm down! I'm your dog!" the stranger tried to comfort y/n but it clearly wasn't working.

"WHAT? YOURE NOT MY DOG! AND PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON PERVERT!" Y/n yelled from across the room.

"Oh my god. it's fine. look... I have a tail! doesn't that mean something?" the short woman in front of y/n said.

"How do I know it's not a plug?"

"Ew! that's disgusting! I would never put something up my ass!"

"Prove you're my dog."

The stranger started to get hard but here's the thing... her dick didn't look normal. I mean it looked like a dog's dick!

"Look. I have a dick that looks like a dog's. I have a knot too. oh and I have dog ears but that's less interesting. I feel like I should have told you my name before I did all of this... I'm Vada." The werewolf woman says nervously.

"You expect me to believe that shit?" y/n says skeptically, raising an eyebrow at Vada. "You're just a pervert who likes acting like a dog."

"I promise I'm telling the truth! I mean why would I get surgery to make my dick look like this! that's stupid!" Vada responds defensively.

"Good point... but I still don't know you! you're a naked stranger inside of my house!" y/n points out.

"Yeah... I guess I am." Vada laughs awkwardly.

"Wait... what are you? if you were really my dog that means you're not human!" y/n realizes. her eyes widening slightly after realizing what she'd said.

"Umm... no I'm not human... I've been alive for like... 300 years." Vada responded nonchalantly. "but yeah I'm a werewolf." she adds.

Y/n sighs and shakes her head. "Well okay Vada, but that doesn't explain THAT." Y

pointed to Vada's obviously weirdly shaped dick. "It's kinda freaking me out."

Vada shrugs and chuckles a bit before responding. "yeah I understand your confusion.. I probably should explain A/B/O huh?"

"A/B/O IS A REAL THING? I THOUGHT THAT WAS JUST SOME WEIRD THING ON AO3!" Y/n says surprisedly.

"Uh yeah... I thought you humans would have a better grasp on how A/B/O works. it's actually pretty complicated..." Vada says sheepishly. "...but I'll try to explain."

she pauses for a moment. "Basically it's a power ranking thingie for us werewolves. I'm actually a beta which is the second highest. it means I'm like... submissive and dominant at the same time."

"Wait it's a sex thing?"

"No it isn't a sex thing! ...Okay it's kind of a sex thing. I actually came to your... human town... to look for a mate!" Vada explained. "I was actually hoping that you'd be my mate." She admits quietly.

"Me? why me? you don't even know me-" y/n tries to reason with Vada but she interrupts her.

"That's not true! I've known you for three months." Vada protests.

"Alright... good point. but how do you make someone your mate?" y/n asked confused.

"Well uh... we fuck. I have to mark you which means I have to bite you. and the most important part... I have to breed you." Vada explained hesitantly.

"Breed me? like... I have to be pregnant and everything?" y/n asks in disbelief.

"Well yes. the mating bond has to happen before you're ready to have my pups." Vada answers simply.

"It's more intimate though. we'll sleep together and all that stuff." Vada explains as she runs a hand through the fur on her lower stomach.

"Oh! I forgot. If I do bite you you'll turn into a werewolf too. then we can live together forever... and I can pump more and more pups into you... you'll love it." Vada smiles softly.

"...So do you want to become my mate?" Vada questions with hopeful eyes.

Y/n thinks for a minute and then nods. "Sure. Now how do we start this?"

"Right... I'll lay on the ground and you get on top of me. Okay?" Vada instructs, trying not to sound nervous. she's never done this before so she is EXTREMELY nervous.

Y/n mods her head and straddles Vada's hips.

"Alright... nowwww take off your clothes." Vada orders.

"Ummm okay..." y/n replies unsure.

"Don't be shy babe. I know you're gorgeous." Vada assures y/n as she lays her head on the ground. watching as y/n strips down to nothing.

"I think you know what to do next. put my thick, werewolf cock inside of you."

Y/n blushes bright red at hearing Vada say that but takes a deep breath and she slips Vada inside of her slowly. As soon as their bodies were touching she could feel how hot Vada was.

y/n groaned loudly and wrapped her arms around the shorter women's shoulders and squeezed tightly. Vada smiled at Y/n as she moans softly, beginning to move her hips slowly.

"Fuck... you're so damn tight." Vada compliments in between heavy breaths. drool beginning to spill out of the side of Vada's mouth, further revealing her growing arousal.

"Yeah I'm sorry. You're just really fucking big." Y/n says through clenched teeth.

"Ngghh you're so fucking beautiful." Vada moans out as she thrusts her hips faster causing y/n to grip onto her body tightly. causing her to squirm underneath y/n. both of them moaning and panting heavily.

After what feels like hours (and also what might be hours) Vada pushes Y/n over to lie on her back.

She kisses down Y/n's neck while licking and sucking along it leaving love bites and sucking marks along the way, causing y/n to whine lightly.

"Can I mark you?" Vada

whispers against Y/n's neck.

Y/n gasps quietly at the feeling of Vada's warm breath hitting her skin while nodding rapidly.

"Alright... you're sure right? because this is a lifelong-"

"Just do it!" y/n screams out impatiently.

"Alright!" Vada yells back before y/n feels Vada's little fangs elongate riiiight up against her neck.

"F-fuck! those are going INSIDE OF MY NECK?" y/n screams out.

"Sshhh you're gonna make your friend suspicious!"

"But it hurts!! IT HURTS SO MUCH!!" y/n shouts again as Vada continues to bite her mark into y/n's neck.

"Shhhhhhh you're doing good. Just keep breathing baby... I promise it won't hurt for too long..."

"You're saying that but it's already hurting so much! Fucking hell! I hate pain." Y/n whimpers out.

Vada continues pounding into y/n as she bites harder than ever and y/n starts to moan louder.

"FUCK! That hurts SO FUCKING MUCH! Oh God!" Y/n screams out as she begins to shake from the pleasure.

"Keep going baby girl! You're doing great!"

Vada keeps biting deeper as she pumps into y/n relentlessly until she feels her orgasm coming.

"Fuck baby... I'm gonna knot you! You're so perfect..." Vada moans out as she grabs onto y/n's thighs roughly and thrusts herself even harder, making y/n cry out loudly.

Vada shoves her now expanding knot inside of y/n, continuing to thrust her hips but she's just pulling on her knot.

"Come on baby! let me breed you! let me make you my mate!" Vada begs with pleading eyes.

y/n looks away from Vada, trying to hold back her own desire and nods silently.

"Yes!" she screams out loud, arching her back and letting out a high pitched whine as she cums deep inside of y/n. Her knot keeping all of her cum where it belongs.

"Fuck... I can't believe I just made a stranger my 'mate' or-" Y/n was cut off by her friend walking in, yelping in surprise.

"Shit! I was just trying to ask if you found that bracelet yet!"

#eggsub thoughts #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell #vada cabell x yn #vada cavell x reqder #vada cavell x you #vada cavell x y/n #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega

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