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puppy-pie · 3 months
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Bottoms will always get shocked when they agree to let me play feral and then I ACTUALLY play feral…like babe why’d you say you agree and then you get surprised when I’ve pinned you to the floor, absolutely growling in your cunt. Licking my chops after I’ve eaten you out, only to stuff you full doggy style, whining and panting against you as I rut into you harder. Biting your shoulders and clawing into your hips, your love handles, your belly, your ass, anything I can grab to shove myself deeper. I love love loveeee being a desperate little mutt who just NEEDS to breed pls be prepared what you’re in for when you agree. 💖🐶🐾💖
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transalphabf · 5 months
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Your Alpha had no idea that from the moment you first laid eyes on him, you'd planned exactly how he'd claim you, because you knew he would be yours.
You hadn't expected him to be holding onto such control over his instincts until you took his knot for the first time and he bit down on your shoulder - more than his usual gentle nips - drawing blood and marking you forever as his. And it was addictive. He snarled, and he shredded your bedsheets; they didn't matter now, anyway. Not in this nest that was going to be painted in his cum when his knot deflated. You could feel the huge amount he was pumping into you, bulging your stomach to the point you already looked a few months pregnant.
You had no doubt his feral cum was hunting down every last one of your eggs to breed, so you could give him a nice litter. Just the thought alone made you cum for the third time, your omega cunt gripping and milking his knot even harder.
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wulvercazz · 9 months
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🐇 Bunny AU🥚 ~
Smutty sort of drabble, sort of headcanon rambling about the AU below💕 See the full uncensored art here~
Edit: had to make the berries biggER lmao is thIS BETTER MR TUMBLR?
In this AU Easter is handled by a species of humanoid rabbits who lay eggs (and a few subspecies I'll mention later on). Each generation a kit is born within the noble families with the ability to lay Easter eggs. (Normally, only pregnant bunnies lay one or two larger eggs.) This kit, then, is taught everything they need to know to inherit the job after the current Easter Bunny passes.
Grimmjow is one of the youngest to have inherited the job, but he is damn good at it, if you ask him. He has little complaints, really. Apart from laying a large clutch of smaller pastel colored eggs every month (which, ok, that can be a little tiring), his work is only actually hard in April; the rest of the year, he gets to have as much fun as he wants. Sure, the guards, and maids, and all the other servants (that the Oh So Wise Elders think he has to be babied by) fuss over him a bit too much, and follow him around a lot; and that gets annoying from time to time, but it still has its perks. Like, choosing his own personal guard himself.
His father wasn't so sure about his pick, but what could he do but accept The Easter Bunny's wishes? Ichigo was a rookie, and, as all guards, part of the subspecies of rabbits called 'Chocolate Bunnies'. Grimmjow thought it was a corny name at first, when he was a kid. But after years of being the only kit being tutored within the rooms of the Easter castle, and having the opportunity to watch the guards up close, he had to agree that it was actually pretty straightforward. All guards were chocolate bunnies. They always smelled like chocolate, and their fur was always warm toned; in colors that varied from off-white to dark brown. The reason he chose Ichigo, though, was simple: he wanted to have fun with him.
He got to attend the guards' initiation ceremonies (he had to attend ALL important ceremonies, really), which is where he saw him for the first time. It was a small event, pretty boring. He would've bailed, like he did most times; but once he saw the newbie he had to stay and learn his name. Now that he had him, he knew he'd made the right choice. Ichigo smells of the darkest melted chocolate, and his skin is warm all over. He has that newbie attitude still, a little too loud but worried to do the wrong thing. He was blushing the brightest red when his superior brought him to his office; asked twice or thrice if they were sure they had the right guy.
Ichigo’s first impression of Grimmjow was... that he's not what he expected. The Easter Bunny looked proper, composed, handsome and just overall cool from afar. He always dressed nice as it was customary. But from up close, Ichigo could really see how young he was; maybe his own age, or barely a couple years older than him at most. As close as he could stand now, inside his office, while he watched him work, he looked as serious as you’d expect the Big Boss to be; the second he removed himself from work though? He smirked cockily, and played around too much. 
He liked lighter clothing, comfortable shorts and soft fabrics he used to lounge around his room. Which he isn’t supposed to be in, as a guard, but of course Grimmjow had insisted he do so. He couldn’t say no. What he seemed to enjoy the most, however, was to mess with his job. Ichigo wasn’t sure if it was a test of sorts, challenging his determination see how long he could keep his head cool. As time went on, he wasn’t so sure anymore. Sometimes the taller bunny would stand too close (not that that bothered him anymore), and he’d whisper into his ear. Even after a month of being his guard, that still never failed to send chills down his spine. And worst was, he’d whisper things he’d never expected from him; he’d make fun of the other nobles, how uptight they were how ridiculously they’d dress for appearances sake. He’d tell him gossip he’d learned about them, and often it was hard not to break and laugh.
It wasn’t all bad though, he didn’t hate his job as much as he thought he would when it all started. He realizes now that maybe he took it too seriously, and probably that’s what had Grimmjow so amused. Back then Ichigo had tried to take his job with honor, be the best guard he could be for him; but Grimm made it very hard. He had to escort him places sometimes, when he was needed, and Grimm would always try and bail. Sometimes going as far as to try and take him with. Grimmjow wouldn’t be punished, of course, no more than a quick talk with the Elders, but him? Ichigo could lose his post all together.
Grimm only grinned mischivious little smiles at him. He used to get pissed off every time, try his best to convince Grimmjow not to bail, take his job seriously...it never worked, of course. Ichigo only let go of that seriousness a little after the second week on his post. Grimmjow was in his room, napping and swollen with eggs as he was every so often. In those days he didn’t leave his room much, so he’d never seen him pregnant before he became his guard. It was a whole new part of him. He seemed sleepy all day, a little grouchy maybe. He was standing there with him, inside his room as he so much insisted he did.
“Com’ere, I don’t bite.”
Maybe not, but standing in his room was too much already, he shouldn’t be getting so chummy with his Boss. Grimmjow wouldn’t take no for an answer, of course; stood up slowly and stumbled a little. When Ichigo caught him though, and his face was so close to his own; Grimmjow was smirking like a cat. Played again. How he ended up sitting on his bed and with Grimm’s head on his lap, he wasn’t sure. 
Grimmjow didn’t seem like he was playing anymore though. He seemed to sleep, but soon enough his voice startled him again. “Stay with me, will you? When I’m... like this? No one gets close to me on these days, like I’d break.”
Huh...
“They don’t even care about me, only about what I can do.” 
It cleared up a lot of things for Ichigo. So he let go of some of that seriousness he’d been taught to earn his title of noble guard, put on some more empathy for Grimmjow’s sake. He still played him, after that; as was expected. Still teased him and made him lose his cool in public for his own amusement... and he still got a little pissed of at him. Grimmjow liked to pretend that he’d never opened up to him. But he could work with that, for as long as Grimm needed.
He's lost count of how long he’s been his guard now. They’ve fallen into a comfortable maybe-friendship, and he knew pretty much all he had to about Grimmjow and his job and how to be the best guard for his needs. He’d learned how to convince him to attend the meetings he’d usually bail out of. He knew all his secret hide-outs where to find him at whenever he did run away. But most importantly, he’d gotten really good at reading him; at knowing when he needed peace and quiet, when he wanted someone to scream at just for the sake of screaming. It was only natural that he’d become so attached to him, and before he realized, Grimm’s skin on his shocked him every time and his eyes filled him with warmth. But that was a line he couldn’t cross.
It was especially hard to stop when Grimmjow became even more bold; touched his neck, played with his hair just to see him blush. He knew. He had to know.
“Who cares?” Fuck, Grimmjow was as unfazed as he always was. “I want you, and you clearly want me too.” 
He shouldn’t have. He shouldn’t have given in. But how could he not? When Grimmjow called for him and received him sitting by his window, bathed by the warmth of the morning sun, in nothing but a thin shirt. When he held him tight and was rough and assertive about what he wanted. He’d laughed again, at the heat in his face and neck and ears; teasing him until he pushed him back into his bed. Grimmjow smirked that childish smile of his, that he always wore when he got his way. He held his waist, and his thighs and pinched his chest and let Grimm scratch and bite and pull at his hair as much as he wanted.
He couldn’t even be worried about his superior, or Grimmjow’s father finding out, or even the Elders; when he laid naked in his bed with Grimm in his arms. Fast asleep. After hearing him moan, and pant and scream. And pretty much every day after that, whenever Grimmjow felt like it, when he had time off work, and even when he didn’t but he wanted to get away. Grimm even made him scream and cry out a couple times as he rode and teased him; those times always made him worry someone would definitely hear him. Grimmjow only continued to cause problems for him; but he really didn’t mind.  If he could continue to hold him, and see every part of him, then he’d take whatever problems that came with it.
🌸🐇🌸 
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feraldogteeth · 6 days
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When I say feral I mean refusing to follow orders because how could I know what it means to be ordered around
When I say feral I mean disappearing for days on end because how was I supposed to know I’m supposed to stay in one place. Your only option is to lock me in a cage I guess :/
When I say feral I mean not asking permission for things because if I want it and it’s right there then what’s stopping me from taking what I want?
When I say feral I mean having instinctive physical responses that my mind has no control over.
When I say feral I mean I want to break things. I want to bite and thrash.
When I say feral I mean my behavior is both wild, and so, so predictable. I’m just an animal, my motivations are transparent yet my demeanor is volatile.
When I say feral I mean if you don’t put me in the dirt where I belong I’ll make you take my place.
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pretty-starboy · 2 months
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im not that tall. But I love to think of myself so tall and big that I'm towering over you. You are my prey and you make me feel so ferel. But yet you have tamed this beast. You have me muzzled and collared.
You are still so small and weak. Yet I don't want to harm you. No I'll protect you from other predators you are mine.
And I'll mark you as mine that way everyone knows it. You belong to me.
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I fucking love mosh pits. I love the feral, chaotic energy. It makes me feel so alive.
Before I went in that pit, though, I see a notification that lets me know my Bunny is laying in bed, needing to give herself some pleasure. So, I went in and moshed and thought of her with all that feral energy in my body.
I see a text after the concert, saying they had a legendary orgasm. The best one they've had from touching themself, no toys or anything. Just thinking of me.
Coincidence? I'm deciding it's not.
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fae-thing · 3 months
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All it takes to get me blushing and moaning is scratching myself imagining her nails carving into me...I need someone to leave dripping red marks all over my body
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shoreline-mutt · 10 months
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Looking 2 frot and not mak2 eye contact or say a single fucking thing besides "more" and get grabby and take what we want from each other and kiss like our life depends on it
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puppy-pie · 2 months
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Just finished like a solid couple of weeks of college work in 3 hours. Was gonna do some at work but my puter died :[
If only I had someone to fall asleep with now (I’m a big spoon btw) and I could hump them gently and sniff them and bite them as I fall asleep bc I am the goodest goodest boy and I am so so smart sormtjmes and I deserve a little treat for all my hard workkkkkkk 💖💖
(Good night all btw sleep wellllllllll 🦴🐾)
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theheartlandsblog · 8 months
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⚠️ feral
СВЯТОЙ ОГОНЬ НЕГАСИМЫЙ 👑⛪ HOLY FIRE UNQUENCHABLE 👑⛪
full crop. 14 august 2023. entirely done in pen.
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feraldogteeth · 5 days
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Getting leashed as a way of control is great, sure, but like, what if I don’t want to be controlled? What if I thrash against that chain like I’m trying to rip it out of your hand? Yeah, you want to pull me closer, but what if I suddenly feel like playing tug of war? What then, huh? Put me in a cage and I’ll bark at you for hours.
What’s that? I’m annoying you? You’re angry and frustrated? I should just be a good boy and listen, is that right? Too bad, that doesn’t seem like my problem. It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it, right?
…right?
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chimeracocks · 1 year
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my nsft art is all up on my fa! It will be linked in my carrd :3
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kaionyx · 4 months
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“no no please daddy, no more. It’s too much, it hurts” gf 🤝 “Aww that doesn’t sound like a safeword darling. Easy baby, easy. That’s it, you’re taking my cock so well.” bf
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citrinebunny · 11 months
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being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it
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minibunz · 4 months
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I want someone to push me down onto my stomach on the bed so they can spread my legs and run their hands over me, spreading me open “just for inspection”, making comments about how silly I am for getting so wet just from this
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