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Content: Hybrids, Dog!Jabber Wonger, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Cunniligus, Coming Inside, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Knotting, Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub, Jabber Wonger is a Little Shit, Marking, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert
Pronouns: None (AFAB)
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Remember: I’ll block you if I catch your ageless or underage (not 18+) ass in my activity :)
This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.
The Ground. A toxic wasteland full of trash, garbage, monsters, and—
Hybrids.
Creatures of all sorts of makes and models.
"Fuuuck, ma."
Including the dog that was in between your legs at this very moment.
He was your very loyal, very disobedient, insatiable dog.
"…this pussy's so fuckin' wet for me." Disillusioned words mumbled against your folds. Honestly, with how long and how much he was salivating before he even started, you couldn't really tell what was yours verses his fluids anymore.
Not that it mattered anymore.
Lifting both legs that had been resting on his shoulders, you slammed them into his back, digging your heels deep.
He didn't even flinch.
"Off."
He lifted his face, wet with slick, was already pouting. "But—!"
"You've been there long enough, I'm ready."
The pout bloomed into the wild smile you were oh so familiar with. However, just because you knew what was about to happen, didn't mean you could still your reaction, only lessen it. So, when he shoved three fingers into your cunt, curling them so that they hit that spongy spot. You simply dug your heels deeper into his back, rather than kicking the shit out of him.
Pulling his fingers out with a chuckle as he repositioned you.
You raised a brow.
He had already gotten his way by feasting on you. Surely your dog wasn't thinking on taking anymore than that.
You went to sit up, but he shoved your legs back, having them fold against your thighs and into your chest.
You glared. "Bad dog." But he was far too far gone.
There was only one thing on his mind:
Pound that fucking cunt like the dirty dog he is.
Neither of you lasted long. You because he had already been working you, and him because he had been holding himself back the entire time. Your nth orgasm and his pent-up ones came tumbling into one.
"Fuck, fuck—Oh yeah! That's right, mamas! Milk what's yours!" He rambled on. "Lemme fill you up. So fuckin' full, mamas..." His eyes rolled so far back that you were sure they were to get stuck that way, his body stilling.
As his knot grew in size. Efficiently locking you two together.
For most, this meant a proper pause in the madness, but not your dog. No, you knew that this reprieve would only less mere moments, so you took every second of it.
In, out, in, out, in—
He was raring yet again.
You simply rolled your eyes, then tugged him down by his hair.
"Who owns you?"
"You, ma. Always have."
Pleased with his answer, you gave him what you knew had been gnawing at his thoughts this whole time. Pulling him even closer, you leaned in over his neck—
and took a large bite.
Despite being disobedient, he was still your dog.
Your lovable disobedient dog.
…listen, I had a thought, about puppyboy jabber, it was just supposed to be filth, but then my mind started thing more about the concepts of hybrids due to the toxicity on the Ground. So, y'all will probably be seeing more of this concept on my other account.
Which, I'm currently doing soft jabber requests, so if you wanna send something over, gon head
Kinda also wanna clarify that like, you're thoughts about jabber being dirty/bad is NOT BECAUSE he's a dog hybird. You'd be calling him that even if he wasn't lol. Simply put (in this fic, at least), he likes being degraded, even if you don't say it out loud. He can see it in your eyes.
The vibrators are for my pussy chakra. I promise it's about the higher vibrations or something. Dude please put it down this is really putting off some negative energy. Please bro my pussy chakra is closing
Content: Smut, AFAB Reader, Light Dom/Sub, Blindfolds, Restraints, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Edging, Blow Jobs, Men Crying, Cowgirl Position, Pet Names, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert
Pronouns: None (AFAB)
Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!
Rewrite of: Hands Free
Remember:I’ll block you if I catch your ageless or under age (not 18+) ass in my activity :)
This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.
Masterlist
"How...how much longer must I remain like...this?"
How much longer indeed?
This silly thing had kicked off because Casper made the bold proclamation that he was leagues more patient than you. Of course, you could have either brushed him or done something more…tame, but that wasn't your style. Go big or go home, and all that.
Your eyes flicked to your lover, smiling spreading widely as you took in his sweaty, flushed body. He was kneeling on the bed, legs wide while his arms were bound behind his back. A satin blindfold hid his beautiful red gaze. And the cherry on top, was the red ribbon tied tightly at the frenulum of his cock.
While you sat at your desk chair, one leg perched on the arm while the other anchored you to the floor. Your hands were in the open space between them, one worked your clit in slow circles while the other lazily pumped the dildo in your cunt.
So, how long could Casper, the man who got hard at a kiss to the wrist, really last?
While lost in your thoughts, you'd angled the dick to hit that extra sensitive part causing a moan to fall from your lips while Casper doubled over.
You chuckled weakly, pulling the dildo out with a wet pop. Standing on wobbling legs, you made your way over to Casper, and said,
"Open."
He didn't hesitate as he lifted himself up and did as he was told, tongue lolling out. You placed the tip of the dildo on his tongue, a swell of pride feeling your chest as he immediately wrapped his lips around it.
"Ah, you're cleaning it so good. Aren't you a needy little thing?" he whimpered against the toy, but didn't slow down (if anything he took it deeper), "is this what you want me to do to you?" More moans, hips bucking.
Ah, he was barely holding on.
Time to finish this.
With that in mind, you pulled the dildo away and freed him from the blindfold. "Hi there, pretty boy."
"S-sun-sunshine…" the slick of spit and your juices on his lips made it very hard to not just kiss him, but the whole challenge was about patience, so— "Please."
And now you didn't have to abide by it anymore!
"Has your patience run thin, Casper?" His teeth caught his bottom lip, "Do you want me to help you?"
Tossing the toy to the side, you moved to straddle him, sighing through your nose as the weight of his heavy cock settled against your stomach.
You wedged your hand between your bodies, wrapping it firmly around his shaft. "Should I let you fuck my hand like this?"
"Ah—Mmm..." You were sure that he was getting caught up in the fantasy, not even realizing that he had begun fucking your hand. Influencing for a bit, you let his moans go from soft and airy to restrained and from his throat.
He was so close.
You gave him a firm squeeze, stopping him.
"So you're the only one who can get off? Naughty boy." Your words may have been harsh and accusing, but they weren't the truth. All because of this connection tying both your pain and pleasure together.
However, in the haze of it all, he didn't realize that. "I'm—shit—sorry!" Then one tear fell, accompanied by several more.
You'd gone just a step too far.
"I'm sorry." you kissed them away, "And after you'd been so good for me."
"Have I?"
You nodded, giving him a soft kiss. "Now, lemme give you your reward."
Quickly, you removed the ribbon, then lifted your hips, lined yourself up, then lowered yourself on his cock. Both of you threw your heads back at the sudden heat and fullness. There was no need to be slow when the both of you were so close in the chase for ecstasy. Casper came first with you following shortly after.
Once you had caught your breath, you undid the binds from around his arms. Now free, he immediately pulled you down as he let his body go to exhaustion. You let him, resting your head on his chest as his chin nestled on the top of your head.
"So, now we know who's more patient"
He raised a brow, "No? I still have to test you."
Fuck.
The way I did the ishowspeed smile when my brain was like:
"You know, really didn't capitalize on the connection in that first bit. Gon head and stick your fingers in your conchie for me."
But you know! It was this or Take a Picture
And let me be so fucking forreal, I am too scared to even open that one up because I was on a different type of horny possession when I wrote that.
Oh, also! We sure did learn a new word/piece of biology because I couldn't just be basic, I had to be "erm actually ☝️🤓 technically its called"
Content: Smut, Post-Ending 8: Interwoven, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Sex Toys, Light Dom/Sub, Men Crying, AFAB Reader, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert
Pronouns: None (AFAB)
Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!
Rewrite of: Hands Free
Remember:I’ll block you if I catch your ageless or under age (not 18+) ass in my activity :)
This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.
Masterlist
If you had a nickel for every time that you’d ended up in an existence binding soul-bond with a former grim reaper who was tasked to take your soul, but was side tracked due to a bet that the two of you formed. Only for that to be put on hold due to your souls suddenly linking alongside the fact that you both fell in love within those short 7 days, you also had to worry about another grim reaper after your soul only for that not to work due to you and the original grim reaper forming a soul baby, you’d have a single nickel. Which isn’t a lot, but hey, it’s your special nickel.
Anyway, long story short, you and Casper were now beings outside the cycle of rebirth whose souls were connected. In the most… intimate ways. And although you adored being so deeply connected to Casper, you couldn't help but feel frustrated. You first learned about it during your time after the festival, but you thought that…well, you didn't know what to think, but you didn't think that soloing was out the window (you still weren't over the time you caught him doubled over on the bed because you had gotten a little too excited in the shower.
However, something had to give, and your patience was toeing that line
So, on a day when you were painfully horny (or was that Casper?) and two seconds away from throwing whatever fucks you had to the wind, an amazing idea popped into your head. Instead of surprising him something a bit…dubious, you decided to just be up front about it (because it'd be way more fun to watch his face in real time).
You found him in the living room, watering what you liked to call “The Jungle”. After he had moved in and got used to the changes in his life, gifting you flowers became a weekly thing. You adored it at first, but weekly was just becoming too much, so you suggested that he took up gardening as a hobby, and thus The Jungle was born.
“Casper?” you called for him sweetly, “Can you meet me in the bedroom please?” you lingered just long enough to catch the tips of his ears turning bright red before disappearing out of sight, and into the bathroom to grab a few things.
A few moments later, you joined him. Your lips curled into a smile as he fidgeted with his hands, a beautiful flush across his face, ears and even shoulders.
“Whatcha so red for, Casper? I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“That’s precisely the problem.”
You shrugged, “Yeah sure, your fear is warranted this time.”
His head snapped up, gaze frantic with concern and confusion. “What?!”
"So! You're horny, I'm horny, how about we get off in new and exciting way?" you wiggled your eyebrows for added effect (as if your words alone wouldn't cause him to spiral further).
“I—what? Nine, you can’t just—” He threw his face into his hands.
“Well, if you don’t wanna watch me bounce on this dildo that’s fine too.” you said flippantly as you finally revealed the toy from behind your back.
"I…" he swallowed hard, "…didn't say that."
"Great!" You bounded over to the dresser to grab a towel, "Now strip to your desired nakedness. Preferably, fully, but just your dick is fine too."
He didn't respond, but he didn't have to, the short clink of belt buckles was enough for you to know that he only freed his dick. If he was only going to forgo his a bit of himself, then you would as well. You kicked off your bottoms before setting yourself up on the floor.
Right between his legs.
You were eager to get going, but… "You know what I'm about to do, right?" he nodded, "And you're okay with it?" Another nod. "Okay, just let me know if you wanna stop, and I will."
His teeth grabbed hold of his bottom lip as his hand flew up to cover the restraint, "If anything…I'd be asking you to continue."
You smiled, reaching up for that hand and giving his knuckles a kiss. And although you were prepared for the electrifying shiver that flowed through your connection, you still couldn't help a slight tremor of your own. Honestly, you couldn't tell if that shiver was from Casper's sensitivity or if it was you. The way he looked was just—
Ah, he really is too cute.
Your smile slide into a smirk as you lined yourself up, "You're so sure now, but—" You descended upon the silicone cock, doing everything in your power to not roll your eyes back at the assault of pleasure, both of your tightly wound coils finally finding a reprieve.
But you refused to miss even a second of his face giving into the sensations that you were giving him. All without touching him.
Casper, however, "Fu—ck!" was not as disciplined.
I want to devour him.
"…I wonder, hah, how long that'll last."
You didn't ease your way into. You rode that dick like it was your final hours. The need to find release clouded any pain, your body following suit with waves of slick that helped in your chase to climax.
Casper's head had already flown back, hips bucking off the bed in time with your own.
No, not like this, you needed to see every single reaction. "Uh-uh, lemme see you, pretty boy."
He shook his head aggressively, far too gone to really hear you. Honestly, it was a miracle that you weren't right there with him, maybe because you were so determined to see him fall apart. You didn't know nor care at the moment. All you wanted was for those beautiful ruby eyes to look at you—to see how they'd darken to a passionate garnet.
You went to call for him again, but your gaze snapped downward as you noticed his hand reaching for his cock that was just leaking.
He knew what game you were playing, and he still wanted to cheat?
What a bad boy.
"Touch yourself, and this ends." Your tone was firm, and left no room for any sort of begging.
His fists dropped to his sides, gripping the bedding tightly. And finally—finally, he looked at you.
Then he ever so sweetly begged as fat tears rolled down his flushed cheeks in wet globs.
"'m…sorry, hah, please."
I need to devour him.
"Good boy." You leaned forward giving his cock a peck (the self-restraint you found to not lick him clean was amazing). "I wanna make you come from just me pounding my pussy alone."
Devour.
You both were reaching your limits, the peak just at the horizon.
It was time to end this.
You slowed your pace in favor of deep strokes, making sure to hit that spongy spot that had trembled at every kiss of the dick's head. Where did he feel this?, you wondered as the pressure built. Obviously his dick, but could he also feel the strokes within his own walls.
Another time, another time.
There would be plenty of time to test this connection of yours.
"Fuck!"
You don't know who said it (if not both), but your orgasm ripped through you, doubly so because of the connection. It came in torrential waves, giving you no moment to breath. All you could do was sob your way through it as you soaked the towel beneath you. Casper was no better off, the intensity of his had his cum splattering against your face, shirt and thighs.
You don't know how long it took for your body to finally relax, but once you had finally regained yourself, you found Casper hovering above you.
"I am so sorry, Sunshine. I—"
You intercepted the hand that had come to wipe the cum from your face. For the third time that day, you placed a kiss on him, this time his wrist.
Then you smiled sweetly at him and asked:
"Won't you be a good boy, and clean me up then?"
The day was far from over, after all.
"I should have gotten a towel for you too, huh?"
"Could you not? Please…"
A Date with Death 2 Demo, A Date with Death Voice Patch released soon after, those scenes were voiced
Yeah, coming back to these fics were a given (kinda makes me wanna go back on all my old smut and give it a polish—I'M JUST THINKING ABOUT IT, NO PROMISES)
AND MY GOD DID WE NEED IT! THERE WERE SO MANY ERRORS
But hey! With me coming back, I've made it even more filthy, and Casper ever more pathetic :)
I'm probably gonna have to go back to those scenes and listen again...you know, for research purposes! >:3c
Y’all mind if I have a thought? Course you don’t, this is my house.
Anyway, fic where your periods are so bad that you end up getting a hysterectomy. You don’t want to have the hysterectomy because you want to have kids with Sylus, and losing that along with the pain makes you spiral and just kinda lose it. Fuck if, we ball type of toughing it out, but when Sylus catches you fucking sobbing from the pain, he tries to get you to a hospital. But! You say no because at this point you’ve gotten it in your pretty little head that if you don’t have his kids he want love you auntie (it’s giving: would you love me if I was a worm? Baby, that man would love you if you were just a singular atom, stop playing). He reassures you so much that it is okay if you don’t have his kids, what he’s worried about is the you of the now and not children of the future (don’t say hypocritical kids, you will crash out harder because what do you mean you don’t care about our hypothetical babies, you don’t love me!)
God I am rambling. Any-the fuck-way, you have the hysterectomy and feel better, but there’s a weight in your chest that doesn’t fully go away but lessen.
Then you and Sylus are intimate and a few weeks later he starts acting weird. You go through a lot of “no…there’s no way”, until you actively feel the bump and ask
“Sylus, are you pregnant?”
And he says, “of course”
So yeah, all this yap to say that due to his Fiend nature, Sylus can in fact give birth.
Sylus's introduction in the main story makes perfect sense now. He wasn't just angry and annoyed, he was so desperate.
"It's a shame your evol has deteriorated into its current state"
In every lifetime Sylus knows Mc to be the all powerful sorceress. He's impatient to see that side again.
He even repeats the same thing Mc continuously tells him in the 3rd myth, "After all you and I we're the same, true kindred spirits."
I'm convinced him trying to 'resonate' with MC was actually just a desperate attempt to find the linkage again. The linkage was the manifestation of their curse, proof that they were two souls intertwined. It had surfaced in every timeline, it had to be there.
He absolutely made MC shoot him so that the scene would feel familiar, maybe invoke a distant memory of another lifetime. (THEY ARE SO COUNT DRACULA AND ELIZABETTA CODED HELP ME LORD)
We don't understand just how profound his shock would have been when he was told MC was rejecting him on a soul level,
"-either rejecting you, scared of you, or disgusted by you."
It’s the way my heart ached upon finishing the myth because all I could think back on was how poorly MC treated him when the first met.
Which, was no fault of her own. She held no memories of their lifetimes together and was led to believe that he was the reason for Caleb and Gran’s death. Of course she’s going to act harshly towards him at first.
But still.
That look he had when realizing was easily mistaken for disbelief, maybe even annoyance.
But, it’s frustration, it was heartache. He was hurt.
