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pregnant female reader x wolf hybrid husband

tw.: creampie, knotting, lactation, pregnancy bump, nipple play, knocked up

You‘ve been pregnant for about 5 months now. Your pregnancy bump becoming more visible by each day. You are currently in your bedroom, admiring your bump in the mirror, with one of your husband’s bigger shirts on and his underwear. You don‘t hear your husband coming back home, he enters the bedroom and immediately wraps his arms around you from behind. „how‘s my girl?“ he asks and kisses your cheek. His tail wagging proudly. you turn towards him and kiss him back. ,,wonderful“ you smile happily, all giddy. He lifts you up, not being able to restraint himself. ,,you look so delicious..so soft..“ he carries you to bed, laying you with your back down, his hands move over your body. he covers your face with kisses, your neck, your shoulder, collarbone, his hands sneak under your shirt. kneading your sides and moving upwards. reaching your chest. ,,so soft..“ he groans and massages your sweet flesh. Pulling your shirt completely up, exposing your torso. he immediately ducks down and sucks on your nipple. one hand playing with the other bud. twisting and pulling on them. your chest starts leaking, milky white liquid. he laps it all up, ,,delicious“. you start squirming, arousal building in your stomach. you whimper with every pull and twist of your nipples. his free hands inches lower, rubbing over your clit through the fabric. a jolt of electricity rushes through you, you feel so good already. your legs not being able to stay still. your husband kisses down your stomach, waist, hips and pulls your underwear down. he spreads your legs and holds them steady. his head inching closer to your clit, you can feel his warm breath and you moan when he licks it. making sure to prep you real good for penetration. he stretches your cunt with his thick fingers. one after another. making sure not to hurt you. after you are squelching wet he props himself back up. ,,are you ready? all comfy? soft and pliant for me? mmm?“ you asks in a soft voice. you nod and mumble a yes, begging for more. he aligns his dick with your entrance, adjusting his position and slowly sinking in, kissing your face while he stretches you open. you gasp for air, apparently the preparation wasn’t enough, you can feel his dick sliding against your spongy walls. kissing your cervix when he bottoms out. he stays like that for a moment, taking a deep breath. ,,ready?“ he makes sure you are ready for movement, ready to take him. he takes a deep breath and pulls out, nearly all the way and pushes back in. he keeps a steady pace. watching your boobs move up and down, your nipples still oozing milk. he grips your hips tightly, but careful not to hurt you. you cling to him pulling him down and hugging him. you moan into his ears. he pounds into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. you can feel his cock swell up and that‘s how you know he‘s close. „cum inside“ you mumble between moans. his rhythm stutters and he cums inside you, knotting you up. you scream louder than before, his knot thick and his cum warm. you feel it inside of you. he soothes you by kissing you, massaging your sides. he lifts you up, knot still inside of you. „time for a bath“

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masochistic ftm!reader x hyena! hybrid soap

tw.: biting, grinding, getting caught

you are in the common room, enjoying a hot cup of coffee in your favorite mug. you sip on it carelessly, wincing every time you burn your lips or tongue. your constant noises peek soap’s interest. he gazes over to you ,,if it‘s pippin hot, stop drinking it, or are yer into that shit“ he chuckles, his canines poking out. you nod calmly ,,yeah i like pain“ and continue sipping your coffee. soap is taken aback, he stares at you for a good moment. „what? are ye serious?“ you nod again and smile ,,didn’t expect that huh?“ he looks..intrigued, tail starting to wag. ,,you must be joking“ he has a plan in mind, leaning closer to you on the couch. ,,i‘m not“ you simply response. ‚,prove it.“ he challenges, while his grin widens. this sparks your interest as well, you recall his sharp canines, sharp claws..you place your mug on the coffee table. you scoot closer to him, suddenly baring your neck. exposing a vulnerable spot to soap. „bite me then“ is all you say. soap hesitates, not really wanting to hurt you in any way. nevertheless the view of you exposing your neck, basically submitting to him, stirs something in him. one of his hands cradles through your hair on the back of your neck, pulling softly, he closes the distances between his canines and your delicate neck. „yer sure?“ he says in a deep rumble, already working himself up. ,,yeah“ you croak back, swallowing, your adams apple bobbing. that is all soap needed, he sinks his canines into your sweet flesh. you gasp, a scream getting stuck in your throat. your hands immediately holding onto him, clinging for support. soap‘s thick tongue licks over the wound, licking blood droplets up. your arousal is written all over your face, mouth slightly agape, cheeks radiating heat and eyes lidded. soap can‘t stop now can he? he starts nibbling at your neck, one hand reaching for your waist, moving down to your hips and pulling you closer. you let out a whine, basically sitting in his lap now. he continues biting down on your shoulder, even sucking on your skin, pulling one moan after another out of you. you start to roll your hips subconsciously, getting lost in the feeling. „getting needy ay?“ he grumbles into your ear, lips touching your ear shell. nibbling at your ear lobe. you nod, your hips slowly faltering, which he obviously notices. his hands move to your hipbones, guiding you against his groin. you can feel your boxers getting wet. no wonder with the amount of slick you produce. you let out a louder moan and right after that, price enters the common room. he stops in his tracks. eyeing you two. ,,bloody hell, get a room“ he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. you hide away, feeling utterly embarrassed. „shh is alright“ soap guides your gaze back to his gaze, pecks your lips „pretty boy did well“

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fuck it

tw.: body disphoria, overthinking

imagine wanting to be held, loved and cared for. but being utterly scared of how your partner may look at you.

ftm!reader never having done more than to hold hands and kiss in his life before. He never really looked for a partner or whatever. But recently he got that itch in his heart. The earning of being loved, experiencing what deep love is like. But everytime he starts thinking about how pretty and lovey dovey that would be, his mind would reach the same point every god damn time..how he would need to explain his body. How he would have to explain that he is a man despite his genitals, but would his partner understand? wouldn’t they just secretly see him as a female nevertheless?! reader can imagine himself feeling vulnerable. exposed.

ftm!reader starts overthinking again and again until he cries himself to sleep.

ftm!reader comes to the conclusion to just go with the flow and not stress about a partner

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deadess imagine having someone to cuddle.

ftm!reader being a miserable mess. drinking whenever he can. preferably alone, in his home, where he feels most comfortable in. that is until his friends drag him out to a bar. they insist on him being more social, hoping it‘ll help his lonely ass. anyway they were horribly wrong, reader keeps to himself, drinking one beer after another. he tells his friends to go and have fun, not wanting to ruin the night for them. they hesitate, but sooner or later leave him be. Reader sits by the counter, slumped over while his friends dance and party. reader barely even notices the man sitting down beside him. a tall guy, beefy too, a good amount of fat and muscles. he seems to be older. at least that‘s what you could think cuz of his greying beard. he taps readers shoulder. Reader looks slowly up, vision a tad bit blurry. a croaked out ,,yeah?“ is all he manages. the older man smiles amused, eyeing reader up and down. „all by yourself?“ he inquired. Reader feels nervous all of a sudden, straightens his back and reaches for his beer, so he wouldn’t figdet with his fingers. The man chuckles and leans closer,,that a yes?“ reader nods but then remembers ,,oh eh my friends are dancing“. the older man hums ,,you are not much of a dancer?“. „huh..oh uh i dont really like dancing..especially not in front of others“ reader returns and looks away, sipping on his beer. the older man thinks for a moment, scratching his beard. That is the moment where reader takes his time to admire the older mans form..lusting over his thick arms..even more over his thick thighs..his gaze wanders to private places..his face heats up. his mind wandering to horny places..the older man obviously noticed, he leans closer and nearly whispered into readers ear ,,wanna dance? in private i mean..my place.“

Reader has never agreed to anything as quickly as to this.

They are in the older mans living room now. ,,make yourself at home“ is what he told reader and disappeard into the kitchen. He comes back with drinks, placed them on the coffee table. Then he turns the music on, a old vinyl playing, perfect for a close dance. He reaches a hand out to reader.

They dance. Reader being able to smell the older mans perfume. Woody and a hint of cigar? readers mind wanders places again. he cant help himself being this close to a attractive man, whos a head taller than him. stronger than him. overall more experienced. reader cant help but melt, submit in the older mans grasp.

this doesn’t go unnoticed. the older man moves intentionally, moving his hips against reader‘s. pulling him closer, locking gazes with him.

reader lets out a whine, he is just as surprised as the older man. reader hasn’t felt this much affection in ages. he is oh so deprived.

the older man takes advantage of that. „is my poor boy needy?“

another whine

the older man picks reader up and carries him to his bedroom „wanna be hold mm?“

reader nods eagerly, all tipsiness vanished and replaced with need

need for someone to hold onto

the older man guides reader to lay down, takes his shirt off, kisses his neck, collarbone, chest, kissing along his top surgery scars, calling them pretty and telling reader how proud he is of him, wandering down and tugging at his pants

he strips reader down to his boxers, sucking on his t-dick through the fabric, noticing the already damp fabric and continuing

pulling the boxers down and lapping the juices up

which makes reader moan and arch his back, he holds onto the older mans hair, raking through it, while begging for more

the older man inserts one finger after another in reader‘s cunt, thick fingers stretching reader so heavenly good that he starts mewling

producing more and more slick, whimpering and grinding against the older man

the older man pulls one orgasm after another out of reader, until all he can do is beg, he doesn’t know if he begs for more or for less anymore tho