Hi im ian or sollattes ! I am 21 y/o, I use she/they pronouns, and I love writing little drabbles or headcanons(more about me)
— I write for whoever(depends on my mood honestly 😭) but atm I mostly writing for;
Kpop :
svt, nct, txt, atz, &team, bnd, mmm, and gidle (le sserafim and enha are occasional)
Movies/series :
twilight, high and low(both the series and the movies), meteor garden (chn, 2018 ver.), Harry Potter, Cherry Magic, aib, Dr. who (only the 10th doctor tho) and the Mcu (dcu occasionally)
Anime :
demon slayer, jjk, and haikyuu
Also, I do try keep a lot of my fics gender-neutral so a lot of them would they/them!reader though I am comfortable with doing she/her or he/him fics i just prefer my fics to be gender-neutral, and I do a lot of aus(mainly like mcu!person or hp!person and like super natural stuff) so no need to be confused if ever so suddenly I post like a spiderman!idol or ravenclaw!character
Also, I do occasionally write some nsfw themed stuff, so if u don't like it, don't read it, don't interact with it.
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hi sol, how are you! so glad to find your account!! there’s literally nothing on stbv 😭 could i req how they’d be like as bfs and/or how would they ask you out,, thank youuu 🤍
˚.⋆꒰১santos bravos asking you out + as bfs ໒꒱⋆.˚
synopsis | how ot4 stbv would ask you to be their s/o and how they would act in a relationship; based off vibes/zodiac placements hehe
content | fluff, asking out, reader gender unspecified, kissing, use of spanglish, just all around very cheesy and cute
drew venegas𑣲⋆｡˚
drew is very in tune with his emotions but he's quite shy initially
he would know right away that he likes you, your very presence makes his stomach flutter
he'd still take some time to pine for you, and a part of him doesn't want to confess because he likes this exciting period of time where you both don't know quite where the other stands
eventually he does confess first, but not without making obvious beforehand
texting you randomly, sending you/showing you things that remind him of you, buying you coffee just because
little things that make you think more and more that there might be something more romantic behind his look at you
confesses to you after a night out, having walked you right to your doorstep as he always does
catches your hand before you turn away to enter, and sheepishly asks you if he can tell you something important
his eyes are wide and his heat feels like it's gonna jump out of his throat
"i've been meaning to tell you this, but i like you a lot. as more than a friend, i mean. would you do me the honor of going out with me?"
he says the whole thing rather quickly and his voice pitches up and squeaks at the end, its so cute
as a bf, drew would be an absolute dream
he's the adventurous type, so be ready to go on lots of side quests
hikes, beach days, farmers markets, cafe hopping, you name it
kisses you on your nose and each individual mole
believes your moles are where your lover kissed you in your past life so he makes sure to leave lots more everywhere else
the cuddliest guy EVERRRR loves a night in where u guys can snuggle under a blanket and watch a show and eat junk
just has so much love in his heart <3 he's the sweetest sweetie ever he couldn't imagine doing you any harm
anywhere and anytime with you is his favorite place, you're his comfort and his home
alejandro aramburú.✦ ݁˖
now ale is a d1 yearner of course
and boy does he yearn
he realizes he has a crush on you pretty quickly, to his dismay
he doesn't notice at first but his friends tell him pretty much immediately after you meet that his face and body turned to wherever you were in the room and he would be trying extra hard to make you laugh or impress you
does every cheesy romance trope in the book
gives you letters
sends you chocolate
serenades you with his guitar (more than once bc he's annoying)
atp its not a secret to anyone that he likes you
including yourself
you've never had someone come on this strong and you're a bit taken aback
but alejandro proves quickly that he's not a man of empty promises
takes you on the most picture-perfect night out, fit with candelight dinner and a walk among your favorite flower garden
"how'd you know these are my favorite?"
"because they only bloom in the sunshine, just like how i only bloom when you're around."
he's so CHEESY goodbye
but you do say yes at the end of the date
dating alejandro is like being a real life disney princess
you aren't lifting so much as a finger as long as he's around
buys you everything and anything you sent your eye on
those cute heels? in his shopping cart. a fancy drink you've been craving? it's ordered.
so many petnames it's crazy. babylove, sweetheart, amor, bebe, etc.
the biggest cuddlebug ever he loves you close to him
plays with your ear when you're sitting down with friends or in public
needs everyone to know he's dating the most wonderful person in the world
just overall a dream <3 ale will always make you feel like you're on top of the world
gabi bermudez⋆˚꩜｡
the Truest golden retriever
knows quickly that he likes you, he can't stop thinking about you and thinking about ways to make you giggle
he's usually the funny guy in a group but when you're around he suddenly is. Aware of it yk
kinda bad at actually dropping hints but when he does it's super obvious lol. like kindergarten level of crushing
isn't amazing with his words so he takes you on dates and does lots of activities with you instead
thinks he's being slick but is actually holding your hand tight as you walk down the road together and turns heads when he picks you up to hug you after he wins you a plushie at ring toss
confesses to you at the top of a lookout, as you both take in the view of the sunset
he's never been more nervous in his life
that is until you reassure him with a kiss on the cheek
and then he goes back to his normal happy puppy self :D
contrary to his personality he is a shy, sweet, and gentle lover
doesn't do big gestures or grand words, but acts of service and physical touch is what makes a relationship work for him
that doesn't mean he won't shower you in compliments
always letting you know you're the prettiest person in the room
clingy!!! sometimes to a worrying degree but he listens when you set boundaries
he just admires you a lot!! he's constantly in awe of your dedication, compassion, drive, and everyday support
he likes to couple outfit match with you! sometimes its matching sweatsuits, sometimes it's just something as little as the same brand of shoes
"look, bebe, i got us these [your favorite character] keychains we can both wear on our bags :D aren't they cute :D"
he thinks it connects you two even more and looks stylish
gabi overall would be the definition of a retriever bf, but with an intelligent and deeply emotional streak
you're his sunshine and he wants to be your sunshine too !!
kauê penna⋆. 𐙚 ˚
kauê is a bit harder to crack because he tends to be avoidant in his crushes
the second he realizes he likes you he starts stressing
about how you see him, how he's gonna act around you, if you could tell he likes you, etc.
of course he doesn't let this show, he has to put on a cool front
but unfortunately for him he's quite obvious (in his own way)
always asks in passing "is y/n going to be there?"
he would go to LENGTHS for you not to know he likes you
overthinks every interaction you have
he wouldn't even confess to you tbh
someone you both know tells you on accident
and you're a bit taken aback since he always seemed so uninterested in you
until you remember the way you'd always catch him staring
and the way you danced together one night at a club, the way his hands rested at your hips and how his smile lit up his entire face
you'd always found him cute as well, but you could never really tell if it was something more
but before you can even ask him yourself, he's hitting you up and asking to meet up in private
you've never seen him this serious
spills everything, as if he'd been holding back for months (he has)
afterwards he's glad to get it off his chest but terrified you'll leave
until you don't, and instead grip his shaky hand and reassure him the feelings are indeed mutual
dating kauê is like having a best friend you can kiss
it's like you've truly met your twin flame
you balance off each other perfectly, and are The couple
the kind of couple everyone is jealous of
loves to go shopping and play dress up, each of you styling the other
always pressing small kisses to your temple
loves to blast music in your apartment and dance the night away together
always gossiping with him about the latest pop culture news, or the new neighbors, or a snobby customer at your job
he's so much fun :) he can't believe he found someone that understands him so well and so deeply
note: wow this was so cute and fun to write thank u anon :) hope u enjoyed !! i have a few special works coming soon <3
hi! just found ur acc ! been praying 4 someone on tumblr 2 do stbv imagines 😭🤍 idk if u do headcanons, if u do... maybe some ale headcanons as your boyf? ( ◜‿◝ )♡ love uuuu
alejandro aramburú as your boyfriend
the definition of a prince
spoils you rotten
you mention something you liked, and suddenly it shows up at your front door a week later
“ale… you need to stop buying me things i’m literally running out of space”
“mi amor… i’ll just buy you more storage! :D”
has no shortage in any love language… words of affirmation, quality time, receiving gifts, acts of service, physical touch; he needs and does it all!
showers you in compliments every change he gets
“you look especially beautiful today, did you do something different?”
“you’re so amazing, i’m really so proud of you”
as well as dumb pick up lines (even after you’re already dating)
pulls the cute-cumber line on you and you almost choke on your own spit
he’s kinda like having a very energetic and attentive australian terrier, just attached to your hip all the time.
doesn’t really understand the concept of personal space, he will be very distraught if you tell him to leave you alone.
big on hand holding (does the thumb thing 🥺)
his hands have to be on you somehow some way
on your hips, your thigh, shoulder; doesn’t matter as long as he feels you
loooooveeeessss to cuddle
wraps his entire body around you, using his strength to his advantage so you can’t escape the duvet cocoon
picks up your dry cleaning when he knows you had a long day
is pretty good with his hands so he’s always trying to help around the house
you’re front row at all his shows
let’s you even choose the setlists
buys you flowers every week
always picks the ones in your favorite colors
this man will also just not shut up
for better or worse…
always comes over with his guitar to serenade you with a song he’s been working on
all his songs are about you
calls you his muse
he’s an amazing lover, and expects the love he gives to be reciprocated equally
don’t break his heart please (｀_´)ゞ
(also his chart is actually diabolical; aries sun with gemini mars and venus… let’s just say i can easily make a toxic version of this)
❤︎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he was your family’s rare, collared snow leopard hybrid—rowdy, off-limits, and never meant to be yours. but love ignores all bounds.
( snow leopard!maki x fem!r ) ─── ᛫ hybrid pet/ownership dynamics, breeding kink, slow burn, unprotected p in v, knotting, creampie, rut sex, lowk power imbalance, possessive behavior, collaring, emotional sex. 𓋰 word count. 2,480 ( masterlist )
( req ) More hybrid maki content plssssssss
( a/n ) your wish is my command nonie ~ >.< i enjoyed writing this sm ,, i hope u like it !
the world had always run on pedigrees and price tags. rare hybrid breeding was normal in the circles your family moved in. you had watched it happen for years—friends showing off sleek black panther hybrids draped across designer sofas like living art, cousins parading fennec foxes with oversized ears and clever hands that fetched drinks and secrets alike. and then there were the bunny hybrids. soft, specially-bred things with twitchy noses and eyes that had been trained to stay downcast. they were made for rich men to use, and everyone pretended it was normal.
your parents were no different. at sixteen, they brought home a snow leopard.
he was around your age—sixteen, maybe seventeen at most—and still growing into his frame. short silver-white hair framing his smiley dimpled face, the faint black rosettes along the strands catching the light like frost on glass. leopard ears sat high and alert on his head, twitching at every sound. a long, thick tail lashed behind him in restless arcs. the collar around his throat was new black leather with a silver plate that simply read maki.
“rowdy,” the handler had warned your father. “but he’ll learn his place with the right hand.”
maki’s gaze had found yours across the marble foyer and stayed there. not defiant. not submissive. just… seeing you. something in your chest had clicked into place that day, quiet and irreversible.
the first year was chaos and small mercies.
maki hated the trainers. he would slip from his collar during lessons and vanish into the high trees at the edge of the estate, only to reappear hours later with leaves in his hair and a sheepish, sharp-toothed grin. your mother called him a waste of money. your father called him an investment. you called him by name and left your bedroom window unlocked on nights when the moon was bright and his energy ran too high to sleep.
he never came inside without asking. not once. but he would sit on the balcony railing, tail curling around the ironwork, and talk to you in that low, rough voice that still cracked sometimes.
“you don’t smell like the others,” he told you once, nose wrinkling. “the rich ones. they smell like perfume and money. you smell like… warm things. books. baked goods.”
you laughed. he smiled wider, ears flicking forward like he wanted to catch the sound.
he was rowdy with everyone else—play-fighting the security hybrids until they tapped out, scaling the greenhouse roof just to see if he could, growling low when guests tried to pet him without permission. but with you he was careful. gentle in a way that felt deliberate. he would let you brush the tangles from his tail after he’d been running wild. he would rest his head in your lap on the library floor while you read aloud, purring so loudly you felt it vibrate your bones.when nightmares of the breeding facility woke him (he never said the word, but you learned the signs—ears flat, tail tucked, breathing too fast), you were the only one allowed to sit with him until the shaking stopped.
by the time you were both nineteen, the shape of things had changed.
maki had filled out—taller—sitting at 6’1, broad through the shoulders, the rosettes along his hair and the faint markings across his collarbones more defined. his voice had settled into something warm and a little gravelly. he still wore the collar, still answered to the family name on paper, but between the two of you the rules had quietly rewritten themselves.
you were the one who noticed first how his scent changed around you. how it deepened, turned warmer, muskier, when you came home from university visits or when you sat too close on the window seat. how his tail would brush the back of your calf and linger. how his eyes followed your mouth when you spoke.
he noticed too. the way you had started wearing his big hoodies when the house was too cold during the winters. the way your fingers lingered on the edge of his collar when you adjusted it for him. the way you looked at him like he was a person first and a hybrid second.
neither of you said anything. not for a long time.
the night everything cracked open, your parents were in tokyo for three weeks. the estate was quiet except for the low hum of the underfloor heating and the occasional distant call of the peacocks maki still liked to terrorize. you found him in the indoor atrium they had built for him—climate-controlled, with climbing structures and a shallow pool and soft white fur rugs that mimicked snow. he was shirtless, skin gleaming under the moonlight that poured through the glass ceiling. the faint rosette markings across his ribs shifted when he breathed. his tail lashed once, hard, before going still.
he knew you were there before you spoke.
“go back to your wing,” he said, voice already rough. “please.”
you stepped closer anyway. “no, you’ve been avoiding me for four days.”
“because i can smell you from across the house,” he snapped, then winced like the words hurt. one hand came up to grip the back of his own neck, claws pricking skin. “i think its starting. my rut. i thought i could handle it alone this time. i always have. but you—” his eyes flicked up, pale and burning. “you are here for it and its making it worse. or better. i don’t fucking know.”
you stopped a few feet away. close enough to see the way his pupils had blown wide, the way his ears were pinned flat against his hair.
“i’m not leaving you like this.”
maki let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-growl. “you should. i’m not… safe right now. the things i want—” he cut himself off, jaw tight. “i’ve spent years being good. staying in my lane. you’re the daughter of the people who bought me. i’m the rare snow leopard they show off at parties. that’s the story. that’s all it can ever be.”
you took another step. “is that what you want it to be?”
his tail lashed again, the tip brushing your ankle. the contact made him shudder.
“no,” he whispered. “god, no. i want—” his voice cracked. “i want to tear that collar off and put my teeth in your shoulder so everyone knows you’re mine. i want to breed you until you can’t walk straight, until my scent is so deep in you that no one else would ever dare touch you. i want to wake up with you in my arms every morning instead of wondering if today’s the day your parents decide i’m more useful in a breeding program than in their house.” he laughed, bitter and broken. “i’m in love with you. have been since i was sixteen.”
the words hung in the warmed air between you.
you closed the distance.
maki went very still as your hands came up to frame his face. his skin was fever-hot. you could feel the fine tremor running through him.
“i love you too,” you said simply. “i have for a long time. and i’m not your owner, maki. not like that. never like that.”
his eyes searched yours for a long moment—looking for doubt, for fear, for any reason to pull away. he found none.
when he kissed you, it was careful at first. a question. you answered by sliding your fingers into his hair, careful of his ears, and tugging him closer. the sound he made—low, guttural, relieved—went straight through you.
the kiss deepened fast after that. years of restraint snapped like overstretched wire. maki’s hands were everywhere—your waist, your back, sliding under your shirt to span your ribs like he was memorizing the shape of you. his tongue traced the seam of your lips and you opened for him, tasting the faint wild edge of his scent. he kissed like he fought—intense, a little rough, but never careless. when you nipped at his lower lip he growled and pulled you flush against him.
you felt the hard line of his thick heavy cock through his loose pants, already straining. the base was already beginning to swell.
“maki—”
“i know,” he panted against your mouth. “i know it’s a lot. if you want to stop—”
“i don’t.” you kissed the corner of his jaw, then the sensitive spot just below his ear. he shuddered so hard his tail wrapped around your thigh on instinct. “i want you. all of you. the rowdy parts. the kind parts. the parts that want to breed me. i want it.”
he made a broken sound and lifted you like you weighed nothing. you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the largest fur rug near the pool. he laid you down like you were something precious, then followed you down, caging you with his body but holding his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush you.
clothes came off in a blur of desperate hands. when he finally got your shirt over your head he paused, just looking. his ears had perked forward again. his tail was twitching.
“you’re so beautiful,” he said, voice hoarse. “i used to dream about this. used to feel guilty about it. now i just—” he leaned down and dragged his tongue slowly up the center of your chest, between your breasts. the rough texture of it made you arch. “now i just want to make you feel good. want to make you mine in every way that counts.”
he took his time after that. mapping you with mouth and hands and the occasional careful drag of teeth. he learned quickly what made you gasp—how sensitive the underside of your breasts were, how you liked it when he sucked marks into the soft skin of your inner thighs, how your whole body jerked when he finally, finally licked a broad stripe up your cunt and purred at the taste.
“mmpf—fuck—maki—”
he ate you like a man starved and still somehow managed to be gentle about it. two fingers worked inside you while his tongue circled your clit, the vibrations of his purring adding another layer. when you came the first time he didn’t stop—just eased you through it, licking you clean, tail thumping against the rug in satisfaction.
by the time he crawled back up your body you were shaking and slick and so ready for him it hurt.
he paused above you, forehead pressed to yours. his cock was heavy and hot against your thigh, the knot at the base already thick and flushed.
“tell me again,” he whispered. “tell me you want this. that you want me. please.”
“i want you,” you said, reaching down to wrap your hand around him. he hissed, hips jerking. “i want you inside me. i want you to breed me.”
maki’s control frayed at the edges as your words sunk into his fur. he lined himself up and pushed in slowly, inch by careful inch, watching your face the whole time. the stretch was intense—he was thick, and the beginning swell of his knot bumped against your soaked cunt, hips jerking slightly as it threatened to slip in even before he’d fucked you.
when he was fully seated he stayed there for a long moment, just breathing, letting you adjust to his length—tail curled possessively around your calf.
“mine,” he said, almost wondering. “you’re really mine.”
then he started to move.
the first few thrusts were slow, sweet. he kissed you through them, swallowed your moans, told you how good you felt, how perfect, how he’d dreamed of this exact moment for years. but his rut was still intense—despite his attempt to control the pure need and desire running through him. soon the rhythm turned harder, deeper. he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and drove in at an angle that made stars burst behind your eyes. the knot swelled against your hole with every thrust, catching on your rim, stretching you wider each time.
“nngh…gonna fill you up,” he growled against your throat. “gonna breed this pretty pussy until it takes. until you’re leaking me for days. until everyone who smells you knows who you belong to.” his teeth grazed the junction of your neck and shoulder—not biting, not yet, but the threat of it made you clench around him. “fuck— you like that? like the thought of me putting cubs in you even though we can’t—?”
“yes—yes, maki, please—wan’ your cubs—ah”
he snarled and fucked you harder. the sound of skin on skin and the wet slide of your bodies filled the atrium. his tail tightened around your leg. one clawed hand gripped at furry rug beside your head while the other slid between you to rub tight circles over your clit.
you came again with a broken cry, walls fluttering around him. the squeeze was enough to push maki over the edge—he buried himself as deep as he could and locked, knot swelling to full size inside you as he came in thick, hot pulses. the sensation of being so full, so stretched, so claimed, dragged another smaller orgasm out of you.
for a long minute there was only breathing and the low, constant rumble of his purring. maki’s forehead was pressed to your shoulder. his tail had gone lax, draped over both of you like a blanket. every so often his hips gave a tiny involuntary roll, like his body couldn’t quite believe it was allowed to stay inside you.
eventually he lifted his head. his eyes were soft again—still dark with afterglow, but the wild edge had faded.
“you okay?” he asked quietly. “i didn’t hurt you?”
you reached up and traced the line of his jaw, then the edge of one ear. he leaned into the touch like a cat. “i’m perfect. you were perfect.”
he smiled—small, a little shy, the same smile he’d given you the day he arrived. rowdy yet kind.
he stayed locked inside you for a while longer, unwilling to pull out even when the knot began to go down. when he finally did, he cleaned you with careful licks and gentle fingers, then pulled you into his arms on the rug. his tail wrapped around your waist. your head found the spot on his chest where his heartbeat was slowest.
outside, snow had started to fall against the glass ceiling. inside, the atrium was warm and quiet and smelled like the two of you.
maki pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“i don’t know what happens now,” he murmured. “with your parents. with the world. but i know this—i’m not letting you go. not now. not ever. you’re stuck with your rowdy snow leopard.”
you tilted your head up and kissed the underside of his jaw.
【 18+ 】 tw ──── soft dom!nicholas . . . ab riding, dirty talk, praise kink. | don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
the bedroom was warm, the city lights outside painting soft gold across the sheets. nicholas was already sprawled on his back, shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips. his body still carried the heat from his shower—skin slightly flushed, a few stray droplets tracing the sharp cut of his waist. those abs. god, those abs. taut, defined ridges that flexed with every slow breath he took.
you climbed onto the bed without a word, knees bracketing his hips. his dark eyes flicked up to yours, one eyebrow raised in that lazy, knowing way that always made your stomach flip.
“hm..? something on your mind, baby?” his voice was already rough, low.
you leaned down until your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “can i—um ride your abs…?”
nicholas let out a quiet, filthy little laugh, hands immediately sliding up your thighs. “ah thats what you want? dirty girl...fuck—you’re so cute. can't say no to that pretty face—come on. do it then. i’m right here.”
you didn’t need more permission than that. you stripped your panties off in one motion and shifted forward, settling your bare cunt directly onto the hard plane of his stomach. the first contact made you gasp—warm skin, firm muscle, the slight texture of him under your slick folds. you were already wet just from the idea of it.
slowly, experimentally, you rolled your hips.
"oh god—nghh—!"
the drag was perfect. every ridge of his abs caught against your clit in the most obscene way, firm and unyielding. you braced your hands on his chest and rocked again, longer this time, coating him in your arousal. the wet glide was filthy, the sound soft and slick every time you moved.
nicholas groaned beneath you, eyes locked on where your pussy was grinding over him. “look at that… already making a mess on me.” his fingers dug into your hips, not guiding yet—just holding, feeling. “keep goin'. use me, pretty girl.”
you found a rhythm quickly — slow, filthy circles, then longer strokes that dragged your clit over the deepest lines of his abs. he flexed on purpose beneath you, muscles tightening into sharp ridges that made you whimper. the pressure was relentless, perfect, exactly what you needed.
“fuck, nico—” your voice cracked on his name.
“yeah? that good?” he sounded wrecked already, cock visibly straining against his sweatpants, but he wasn't concerned with his pleasure. one hand slid up to palm your breast through your shirt, thumb circling your nipple while the other stayed firm on your waist, encouraging every grind. “ride it, baby. grind that pretty pussy all over my abs. just like that.”
you were panting now, hips moving faster, chasing the tight coil building low in your belly. every roll sent sparks shooting up your spine. your thighs started to tremble. you leaned forward more, changing the angle so your clit dragged hard over the center line of his stomach, and the pressure made your vision blur.
nicholas flexed again, harder this time, and the sudden firmness under you punched a moan out of your throat.
“there you go,” he rasped. “you’re close, aren’t you? i can feel you throbbing on me. such a needy little thing, getting off on my body like this.”
"mmghh—" you couldn’t answer. so you simply nodded franticly—too far gone, too far deep into the pleasure of riding your boyfriends abs.
your hips stuttering, grinding down desperately, chasing that edge. your arousal was everywhere now, shiny on his skin, making every movement wetter, filthier.
“come on, baby,” he urged, voice dark and sweet. “cum on my abs. i want to feel it.”
you shattered.
your orgasm hit hard and sudden, thighs locking around his waist as you shook and cried out, grinding down through it. pleasure rolled through you in thick waves while your cunt pulsed and spilled over him, coating those perfect ridges in your release. you kept moving, dragging it out until you were oversensitive and shaking, little aftershocks making your hips twitch.
nicholas held you through it, murmuring low praise—“gooood girl… fuck, that’s it… look how pretty you are when you cum for me”—until you finally collapsed forward onto his chest, breathing hard.
for a moment it was just the sound of your ragged breaths and his heartbeat under your ear.
then you felt it—his cock, rock hard and twitching against your thigh.
you lifted your head, dazed and satisfied, and met his eyes. they were blown wide, hungry.
nicholas smirked, slow and dangerous, and in one smooth motion he flipped you onto your back, settling between your spread legs. his abs—still glistening with your release—pressed against your oversensitive core as he leaned down to kiss you deep and filthy.
“fuck, that was hot,” he breathed against your mouth. “but we’re not done. not even close., baby”
his hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your soaked entrance, and he pushed two inside without warning, curling them just right.
okay I might be a lil self indulgent for the next few posts as I’m getting into stbv so i might post abt them 🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻 but I will still be uploading teamies fics while uploading some cute lil drabbles and smutty drabbles (except for kenneth ofc) abt the stbv boys
【 18+ 】 tw ──── german shepard hybrid!maki . . oral ( f. rec ), breeding kink, creampie, unprotected p in v (bad!!!), knotting, he got that dawg in him (so do u.), multiple orgasms, hyperspermia, belly bulge, excessive cum, overstimulation kinda, marking, manhandling, slight praise kink.
don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
it had been two weeks since you brought maki home.
the adoption agency had warned you: maki would be a big dog and of course, they weren’t exaggerating.
when you finally brought him home, the giant, pointy-eared german shepard hybrid practically filled your doorway—183 cm of lean muscle, soft black-and-tan fur along his ears and the base of his tail, and those big, curious brown eyes that flicked between nervous and eager. his tail thumped hard against the wall the second he stepped inside, knocking over a coat rack with one excited swing.
“shit—sorry—!” he yelped, voice still cracking between boyish and deep, ears flattening. but his tail kept wagging, thick and heavy, brushing the back of his own thighs.
he had been perfect in almost every way.
he learned your routine faster than you expected—cleaned the house just as you liked (using his height to an advantage when your shelves needed to be dusted.), following you from room to room with that heavy, hopeful tail wag, helping you cook by preparing the meat because he knew you hated the feeling, washing the dishes after meals, curling his massive 183 cm frame onto the couch so you could still lay beside him. he was gentle when you asked him to be, playful when you wanted laughter, and heartbreakingly sweet when he pressed his face into your stomach at night and whispered, “i’m so happy i’m yours.”
the only thing the agency hadn’t prepared you for was how much he actually needed. their warnings that puppy hybrids like him with hyperspermia were rare, and because of his height, he had a high drive, was high volume and needed lots of attention.
you’d signed the papers anyway. because those eyes of his had looked at you like you were the only person in the world.
but their initial warnings didn’t go into detail that maki’s sex drive was genuinely relentless. even when he tried to hide it, the evidence was impossible to ignore.
you noticed the pattern pretty quickly. every time you came home, there was a new “accident.” a pillow on the couch with a suspicious damp spot. one of your hoodies left on the floor of the laundry room, stiff with dried cum. your favorite panties missing from the hamper and later found tucked under his bed, crusty and smelling unmistakably of him. he always looked guilty when you found them. ears pinned back, tail tucked, brown eyes shiny with shame as he mumbled apologies and offered to wash everything by hand.
but it wasn’t even just that.
for a week after bringing the giant german shepherd home, you had to call out of work.
why? well, because once maki realized he was allowed to touch you, he became absolutely insatiable.
the moment the front door closed on that first night, it’s like something in him snapped. all the pent-up need from the adoption center came flooding out. he’d tried to be good—he really had—but it took exactly a day before he was on you, shaking, humping your thigh with desperate, sloppy rolls of his hips while his massive cock leaked through his sweats.
you had barely made it to the bedroom on the second night.
he had fucked you like he was starving.
that first round he lasted barely five minutes before his knot swelled and locked deep inside you, flooding your insides with thick, heavy spurts that just kept coming—pulse after pulse, rope after rope, until your belly visibly swelled and cum leaked out around his knot with every tiny thrust. he came for almost two full minutes straight, panting and licking at your neck the entire time.
and the second he could pull out, he was hard again.
insane didn’t even begin to cover it.
he took you from behind on the bed, hips slamming so hard the headboard cracked against the wall. then on your back with your legs folded over his shoulders, that 9-inch cock stretching you open until you were sobbing his name. then against the shower wall when you tried to clean up. then on the kitchen counter when you went for water. he was feral almost—panting, drooling, ears flat with overwhelming pleasure, tail wagging wildly every time he buried himself to the hilt over and over again.
by the end of that first week you were wrecked.
your thighs shook constantly. bruises in the shape of his big hands decorated your hips. your voice had gone hoarse from crying, and you leaked his cum for hours after every round—thick, creamy rivers that ran down your legs no matter how many times you tried to shower. maki’s hyperspermia was no joke. every orgasm lasted well over a minute, sometimes two, flooding you until your lower belly bulged softly and you could feel him sloshing inside with every step.
he was apologetic between rounds, of course.
“i’m sorry—fuck—i’m so sorry,” he’d whimper against your neck, still buried knot-deep, licking at the sweat on your skin with soft, guilty laps of his tongue. “i just…i can’t stop. you feel too good. you’re so warm and tight and you smell like mine. my balls get so full so fast…”
then barely five minutes later he’d be hard again, tip flushed dark and drooling fresh precum, knot already swelling at the base as he nuzzled between your legs with those big brown eyes begging.
“please… just one more. i’ll be gentle this time, i swear. i’ll go slow…”
he never managed slow for long, though. it just wasn’t something that came with his breed.
by day four the bed was ruined. sheets soaked through and crusty. by day six you’d given up on clothes entirely when you were home, there was no point when maki would lift you like you weighed nothing, press your back against the nearest wall or bend you over the couch and fuck you with deep, powerful strokes that made your vision blur. his heavy balls slapped loudly against you with every thrust, and when he finally knotted you he’d grind in tiny, desperate circles, whining and moaning as another endless flood pumped into you.
you called out of work for the entire week. there was no way you could walk properly, let alone sit at a desk.
now, two weeks in, maki had learned some self-control.
sort of.
opting to just try to solve his issue with his hand and videos of you never lasted long.
he still had “accidents.” your panties still mysteriously disappeared. your pillows still ended up crusty. but he was trying. he’d wait for you to come home most days, sitting on the couch with his tail thumping hopefully, sweats tented obscenely and a towel already underneath him.
tonight was one of those nights.
you stepped through the door to find him exactly like that—ears perked, wearing your favorite oversized hoodie that barely contained his broad shoulders. his cock was already out, thick, veiny, and leaking steadily onto the towel. nine inches of flushed, aching need with a knot that was already half-swollen.
you paused in the doorway, keys still in your hand, and took in the sight of him.
maki sat there on the couch, huge and flushed, wearing nothing but your favorite oversized hoodie that strained across his broad chest and shoulders. the hem barely reached the top of his thighs. his cock stood proud between his spread legs—nine thick inches of flushed, veiny heat, the head shiny and leaking in a steady drip-drip-drip onto the towel he’d placed beneath him like a responsible puppy. his knot was already swollen halfway, fat and pulsing at the base. his heavy balls looked tight and full, resting against the cushion.
he didn’t move. didn’t jump up. didn’t even try to hide it.
he just looked at you with those big golden-brown eyes, ears perked forward, swiveling slightly toward you, tail thumping slow and heavy against the couch.
“i’m horny,” he said again, voice low and rough, cracking at the end. his ears flicked back for a second, embarrassed, but his cock twitched hard and another thick bead of precum rolled down the shaft. “really horny. been like this since lunch. i jerked off in the bathroom 3 times…but it won’t go down…it hurts….”
you closed the door behind you. the click sounded loud in the quiet apartment.
maki’s tail sped up, thumping harder. his claws flexed against his own thighs as he fought the urge to reach for you.
“i didn’t touch your stuff today,” he added quickly, almost pleading. “not even your panties. i was so good. please…”
he shifted his hips, and his cock bobbed heavily, smearing a shiny trail of precum across his lower abs. the musky-sweet scent of him filled the room—warm fur, aroused male, and that constant leaky sweetness.
you set your bag down and walked over. the second you were close enough, maki leaned forward and pressed his face against your stomach, inhaling deeply. a broken whine rumbled in his chest.
“it’s the weekend. you can have me for two days. okay, ki?”
for a second he just stared at you, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. then his tail exploded into motion—thumping so hard against the couch it shook the entire frame. a deep, happy noise rolled out of his chest as he buried his face harder against your stomach, nose pressing into your shirt while his big hands finally gripped your hips.
“two days…?” his voice cracked, already dropping into that husky, needy register. “you mean it? i can have you the whole weekend? no work, no leaving, just… just me inside you?”
he was trembling. you could feel it in his shoulders, in the way his claws pricked lightly through your clothes. his cock, trapped between his abs and your thigh, gave a violent twitch and spat a thick rope of precum onto the floor.
“fuck—thank you,” he breathed, voice shaking with relief and hunger. “thank you, owner. i’ll be good. i’ll try to be gentle, i swear. i just…i need you so bad right now.”
he didn’t wait for another word.
in one smooth motion maki stood up, towering over you, and scooped you up like you weighed nothing to him. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried you straight to the bedroom, his leaking cock smearing hot precum across your stomach with every step.
he laid you on the bed almost carefully—then immediately dropped to his knees between your spread thighs, shoving your pants and underwear down in one frantic tug. the second he saw your bare pussy his ears pinned flat against his head as he let out a wrecked moan.
“you’re already wet…” he leaned in and dragged his tongue up your slit in one long, greedy lick, groaning at your taste. “smells like mine. tastes like mine.”
maki ate you out like a starving animal—messy, desperate, and loud.
his thick, hot tongue pushed deep inside your cunt, curling and lapping with greedy strokes that made wet, filthy sounds echo through the bedroom. he buried his face completely between your thighs, nose grinding firmly against your swollen clit with every eager push of his tongue. his floppy ears were pressed flat against his head, eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss as he devoured you.
the room was filled with the sounds of him:
the heavy, rhythmic thump-thump-thump of his thick tail slamming against the side of the bed.
the obscene, sloppy noises of his tongue fucking into your dripping pussy.
and the sweet, broken moans and whimpers he dragged out of you with every deep lick.
“mmhh—fuck—baby—you taste so good,” he groaned into your cunt, voice muffled and vibrating against your folds. he pulled back just enough to drag his broad tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit in one long, messy stripe, then dove back in even deeper. his big hands gripped your thighs, claws pricking lightly into your skin as he held you open wider for him, practically folding you in half so he could bury his tongue as far as it would go.
his tail never stopped wagging. it was a blur of black-and-tan fur, smacking the mattress so hard the whole bed shook. precum was dripping steadily from his hard cock onto the sheets beneath him, a growing puddle forming as he humped the air helplessly while eating you out.
he was loud. whining, moaning, whimpering every time you clenched around his tongue or spilled more slick onto his muzzle. his nose kept rubbing perfect circles on your clit until your thighs started trembling violently around his ears.
“maki—wait—fuck—i’m—!”
you came hard, back arching clean off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from your throat. maki moaned like he was the one orgasming, tongue still thrusting deep as he worked you through it, licking up every drop like he was addicted.
only when your orgasm finally started to fade did he pull back, panting, muzzle shiny and dripping with your juices. eye's half-lidded, heavy with pleasure, the warm brown almost swallowed by black pupils. his tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as he stared up at you with pure, worshipful hunger.
“you came so much…” he rasped, voice wrecked. he leaned in and gave your oversensitive pussy one last slow, playful lick, making you twitch. “i could stay down here all day… but i reallyyyyy need to fuck you."
he climbed up your body, hoodie still on, cock dragging a wet trail up your thigh until the fat head nudged against your entrance.
maki’s arms braced on either side of your head, caging you in as he panted hot against your neck. his floppy ears twitched wildly, brushing your cheek. “i’ll go slow,” he whispered again, like a mantra. “i promise, baby… just let me feel you. please?”
the blunt head of his cock pressed forward, stretching your entrance open with a slick, wet sound. even after everything, the first push still made your breath catch—half of nine thick flushed, veiny inches slowly sinking into you. maki’s eyes fluttered half-shut, tongue lolling out as he sank in inch by inch.
“f-fuuuck…so tight…so warm…” he groaned, voice cracking deep. his hips trembled with the effort of holding back. halfway in and folds immediately clenched hard around his fat, pulsing hot length
he tried. he really, really tried.
for the first few seconds he kept his thrusts shallow and careful, rolling his hips in slow, grinding circles while he buried his face in your neck, licking and whimpering. his tail wagged in heavy, happy strokes behind him, thumping the mattress. every time you clenched around him he let out a broken whine, claws fisting the sheets beside your head.
but maki was never going to last like that.
not when he’d been aching since lunch.
not when you kept clenching around him like you wanted more of him.
his pace started picking up. deeper. harder. the wet slap of his heavy balls against your ass grew louder, faster.
“ah—! fuck—sorry—shit—” he gasped, but he was already pulling back and slamming in again, harder. “i can’t—sorry—oh god—you feel too good—”
he fucked you like the desperate, horny puppy he was.
deep, powerful strokes that made the bed creak loudly beneath you. his heavy balls slapped wetly against your ass with every thrust, loud and rhythmic. the hoodie rode up his toned stomach as he moved, giving you a perfect view of his thick member disappearing inside you again and again, shiny with your combined slick.
giving you the perfect view of his large cock disappearing inside you again and again—shiny, veiny, stretching you open so obscenely you could see the bulge of him moving under your lower belly.
just seeing it entering you like that was enough to draw an orgasm from you.
it hit hard and sudden. your walls clamped down around his girth, fluttering and squeezing as pleasure tore through you. you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, thighs shaking around his waist. maki’s ears flattened completely, a loud, broken moan ripping from his throat as he felt you cum.
“f-fuck— you’re cumming— you’re squeezing me so tight—!” his hips stuttered, then snapped forward even faster, chasing your orgasm with his own.
his ears flicked erratically, tongue falling from his mouth as he panted and moaned. “gonna fill you up— gonna pump you so full—”
his knot swelled rapidly, fat and throbbing, catching on your entrance with every brutal thrust until it finally forced its way inside with a wet, audible pop. the stretch made you see stars. maki threw his head back and howled, loud and raw, as the first powerful spurt of his cum flooded you.
then the flood really started.
thick, hot ropes of cum erupted inside you—pulse after heavy pulse, far more than any normal person could produce. pumping you fuller with every throb of his knot. your belly started to visibly swelled between you, rounding out with every powerful spurt as he ground his knot in tiny, frantic circles.
“take it— take all of it— good girl…fuck—!” he whined, licking and sucking at your neck while his cock kept pumping.
it didn’t stop for nearly two full minutes. cum squirted out around his knot with every tiny shift of his hips, soaking the sheets beneath you. when the last heavy spurt finally tapered off, he was still rock hard, still locked deep, still panting against your skin.
when the last heavy spurt finally tapered off, he was still rock hard, still locked deep, still panting hot and heavy against your skin.
maki’s chest heaved, the oversized hoodie clinging damply to his sweat-slicked back. his black tipped ears twitched weakly as he tried to catch his breath, eyes hazy and half-lidded with pure bliss. his knot throbbed rhythmically inside you, every pulse forcing another small gush of cum to leak out around the tight seal.
“fuck… i made you cum so hard,” he whispered, voice hoarse and low. he nosed at your jaw, licking a slow stripe up your neck like he couldn’t stop tasting you. “you squeezed me so tight i thought i was gonna pass out…”
maki’s knot throbbed one last heavy pulse inside you, forcing out another warm trickle of cum that ran down the curve of your ass and soaked the already ruined sheets.
he stayed locked deep, chest pressed to yours, breathing ragged against your neck. for a long moment the only sounds in the room were his panting, the lazy thump of his tail against the mattress, and the soft wet, filthy squelch of his cum still leaking out around his knot with every tiny shift.
then he let out a soft, content whine and nuzzled closer, licking slow, affectionate stripes along your throat and jaw like he was soothing both of you.
“two whole days…” he murmured, voice hoarse and sleepy with satisfaction. “i get to keep you like this the entire weekend. stuffed. full of me. smelling like me.”
his big hand slid down to rest gently over the soft swell of your belly, thumb stroking the rounded curve he’d put there. the possessive touch made his ears twitch happily.
“i’m gonna take such good care of you,” he promised, pressing a lazy kiss just below your ear. “gonna feed you, carry you when your legs stop working, clean you up between rounds… and then fill you right back up again.”
his knot finally started to go down, but even as it deflated he stayed buried inside you, unwilling to pull out. when he eventually slipped free with a wet gush of cum, maki didn’t waste a second. he rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him, your cum-swollen belly pressing against his abs as he wrapped his strong arms around you.
you could already feel him getting hard again against your thigh—thick, hot, and eager for round two.
maki looked up at you with those big brown eyes, floppy ears relaxed and content, a shy but utterly delighted smile tugging at his lips.
“thank you for giving me the whole weekend, y/n,” he whispered, voice cracking with raw affection. “i’m the luckiest puppy in the world.”
| warning: explicit descriptions of biting and blood, if ur uncomfy with that pls scroll away.
“Jo..” your voice was small and hesitant. “Are you sure about this? I would never want to hurt you.” You feel guilty even though you haven’t bitten him yet.
You haven’t fed in ages, not even from an animal, and Jo, your mate, has offered himself to you. Blood feeding from your mate has always been an intimate yet dangerous ritual for the non vampire partner. It has been said that the blood from a vampire’s mate can make the vampire stronger than anyone else who hasn’t fed from their mate.
Many stories from different covens have said some vampires have murdered their mate just to be more powerful than anyone else. And you, who haven’t even bared your fangs to any human or other creature, you were scared to hurt Jo. You would rather starve than hurt him, or anyone.
“Please.. bite.” Jo pleads as if he’s the one who’s hungry, he bares his neck towards you and looks at you with his eyes begging you to just sink your teeth into his neck.
Your eyes turn red as you hear his blood coursing in his veins, you almost bite him but you stop yourself, instead you place your finger underneath his chin and make him face you once more. You look into his eyes and see the faint color of emerald green eyes that belong to his wolf form. Jo was most certainly a wolf but right now he more closely resembles a puppy who is waiting for his owner’s approval.
You softly smile at his expression and kiss him passionately on the lips. The kiss was slow yet full of passion, Jo almost kissed back desperately, chasing your lips as if he was afraid you would pull away from him. You softly trail your kisses away from his lips down to his jaws, taking your time with each kiss to his jugular.
You take your time placing a hickey on his thyroid, he lets out a small moan as you suck the skin. You smirk before the mark you made then you went back to his jugular. You hear his heart beat pick up as you get closer, you lightly bit it teasingly as Jo lets out a whimper.
“ready?” You ask, your breath hitting his warm skin, and Jo nods, desperately.
You blow a breath into his skin before baring your fangs and sinking it into Jo’s jugular. The bite makes him from his pleasure and pain as he feels your fangs deep beneath his skin. He feels your tongue occasionally licking up blood that leaked from the puncture.
The taste of his blood hits you instantly. It was intoxicatingly and addictively sweet. It took over every bit of your sense. You couldn’t get over it. Jo’s warm and sweet blood filled your tongue, you feel it down to your throat.
Even though your ears felt muffled you could still hear his whimpers from how you were feeding from him. You place your hand to the side of his face, stroking it in comfort.
5 minutes has passed and you feel your senses heighten, your ability dancing through your fingers, you have never felt this powerful before but your main focus was Jo. Slowly you retract your fangs from his neck, and kiss the wound close as you pull away from his neck. You place one last kiss before looking back to his face once more.
Jo was drifting in and out of his consciousness. His eyes, half lidded, as he looks at you. He finally feels the after fatigue of the feeding. He felt dizzy and tired even though all he did was sit while having you on top of him.
“I love you.” Jo says with all of the strength he has left.
You found his post feeding state adorable, so pliant and vulnerable. Petting his head lightly as you go down to kiss him. Once your lips touches his, Jo can still taste the faint copper from your lips but nonetheless he kisses you back with all the strength he can muster up.
You break off the kiss, which the wolf whines in response but when he felt your hands petting him and stroking him once more he surrenders to your touch and leans into it, too tired to actually complain and demand more kisses.
“Thank you Jo,” you whisper to him. “Your blood is amazing yet it doesn’t compare to your kisses.” You smile at the now sleeping boy underneath you.
“Maki..” you call out to him. “I require your assistance to my room.” Your soft yet demanding voice reaching the knight’s ears. Your orders made him move instantly from his post but your request made him have hesitation in his steps.
“My princess, what is that you need?” He stops near the door frame of your bathhouse, respecting the last bit of boundary he held between the two of you.
“Please, come inside.” The temptation of your request made him come in instantly but he controls himself. “Do you need in your bathing? Shall I call one of your ladies in waiting?” He asks, more so suggests.
“Maki.” You firmly say. “It is you that I called for. If I needed one of my ladies in waiting I would’ve called for them, but I called for you did I not?” Your voice had an edge to it.
Maki gulps before he enters, and there he sees you in all of your glory. Your hair slightly damp from the bath water. Your body was mostly covered by the tub and bath water that was mixed milk and fragrances, all he could really see was your bare collarbone and your arms. But then again it was nothing he hasn’t seen before.
You usher him to come closer to you, and he does. Maki kneels next to the tub and looks straight at you. God, you looked perfect. The way the light perfectly illuminated your flushed face, and the way you looked at him as if you were ready to risk your kingdom for him.
“Please join me in my bath” You softly plead for him. Maki did not need anymore pleading, and slowly stripped his armor and undergarments, all while looking at you. His eyes were straight at you, as if looking for your praise at every clothing he removed.
Once Maki has removed every layer he had on, you made space for him as you sat on the opposite side of the tub as he slowly dipped into the bath with you. And just like he was submerged in the warm milk water that smelled like lavenders and mint.
You slowly make your way towards him, you straddle his lap and studied his sharp features. Your fingers traced pronounced cheekbones and his cheeks, and counted the faint freckles that decorated his almost porcelain skin. Your fingers next went to his pale pink-ish, those lips who always kissed you in comfort, assurance, praise, anxiety and fear.
You cup his face making Maki close eyes to savor the intimacy of your touch. Your other stays cupped in Maki’s face as your hand slowly trails down to his chest. There you find the scar that you loathed, hated.
It was a scar from an arrow shot he took to protect you.
The night when Maki had took the arrow, just then did the kingdom see their once composed, graceful and smart princess had gone mad, berserk, frantic. You were restless. You had ordered for every medic there was in the kingdom to save your knight. If they fail they would see death, you threaten.
You paced around your room, like mad woman. Intensely staring at your knight lying half dead in your bed as healers try every they could to save him, you, their lives and their kingdom.
You close your eyes as if to erase that memory from your mind but it does nothing as you can still feel the marred skin of the healed wound. You open your eyes and your fingers traced back to Maki’s eyes that have always looked at you with devotion and complete surrender.
“My knight..” you call out to him. Your voice not above a whisper, as if making sure that this conversation stays between the two of you. Maki opens his eyes once he hears you call out his name.
“Would you die for me, Maki?” You ask him in such a casual tone as if you’re asking him what he thought of the weather.
“Without a doubt, princess” He answers with such sincerity.
Satisfied with his answer you asking him another question.
“Would you kill for me, Maki?” You ask once more, your eyes not meeting his still as you were still counting the moles that scattered across his chest and collarbone.
“A thousand men for you, princess” Maki answers with the same tone he used earlier, as if hypnotized by your touch, voice and presence.
You, now slowly look at him through your lashes. He looked at you with complete submission of not only his duty but also his heart and soul. You caress his face, softer this time.
“Would you live for me, Maki?” You gently ask him. Maki now notices the glint in your eyes, other than the usual softness and exception your eyes always held against him, there was also purpose.
Maki didn’t answer as quick as he did than the first so you ask him another question as your fingers finds his hair.
“Would put yourself first for me, my knight?” You ask him, your eyes now shining with the purpose that he saw earlier, and Maki knew what you were doing.
You were making him swear. Swear on his armor, duty and title as your personal knight that he will do all of these things you are asking him to do. But you weren’t only making him swear to his sword, you were also making him swear to his heart.
“I am your future queen, Maki. You shall do as I say. You shall swear as I say. You are bound to me. Every command that I say shall be followed by you..” You firmly say to your knight as your fingers lightly grip his hair.
“So the next time I say you run, you run. That is a direct order from your queen. Do you understand?” The grip you had on his hair tightens as you make Maki look up to you.
Maki’s lips quivers in submission before saying, “My life is yours, my queen. I shall do whatever you say, want and command me to.”
You smirk in satisfaction of his answer as caressed his face some more, “Good boy, good knight.” You praise him and Maki’s eyes light up to bask in your praise.
That's how nicol looks when he's eating fuma out 😵💫 wolf hybrid nic nd bunny hybrid fuma who, despite being able to send Nicholas across the room, is frozen by his prey instincts as the wolf devours his cunt
Munch wolf nico?? OH NON THIS IS SCRUMPTIOUS GOOD LAWD also this ask boutta be filthy as hell so read under your own risk
The pics btw:
the perfect prey
Fuma stumbles over a root, gasping as strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind. “Got you, bunny” Nicholas whispers against fuma’s neck, his smirk can be felt on fuma’s cold-sweat skin. As Nicholas bares his teeth towards the exposed neck, the bunny feels the fangs grazing his sensitive skin. Fuma ears’ twitched in fear and anticipation, his cotton tail brushing against Nicholas's crotch, feeling the hard bulge there.
“N-Nichol, please..” Fuma whines as Nicholas presses kisses on his nape. “What do you want bunny?” Nicholas’ deep voice rumbles in his chest and his ears flattening in submission. For a prey hybrid, fuma never liked being hunted down but when it came to Nicholas, a shiver of excitement ran through him, the thrill of being caught by wolf sent a knowing pleasure to his spine.
Nicholas spun him around, pinning Fuma against a wide tree trunk. “Tell me what you want bunny.” Nicholas’ firm grip on his waist hardens even more. “I want to hear you, say it.” The wolf’s teeth now dangerously close to marked spot on the side of Fuma’s neck. Nicholas, however, tears his face from the bunny’s neck to look at his prey.
Oh god did fuma looked delectable.
His face was tinted with rosy pink, lips barely apart but enough for his bunny teeth to slightly peek out, his ears had now fell, and his eyes that looked at Nicholas with such adoration and love, as if he was looking up at him.
Nicholas couldn’t take it any more. He needed fuma. He needed to devour his prey.
Fuma's legs buckled as Nicholas shoved his thighs apart, spreading him wide. The wolf's rough, hot tongue lapped at the lips of Fuma’s pussy first, eliciting a loud moan from the bunny. Nicholas grins at the reaction as he continued his ministration on Fuma. The bunny tries to muffle his moans by biting his lips, his fingers digging into Nicholas's dark hair, tugging at the base of his pointed ears. He makes Nicholas look up at him, and he meets the wolf’s intense gaze.
The look on Nicholas eyes, was animalistic, feral as he sucked on the pussy tight, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, then backing up with a grin for Fuma to take a breather then diving back in again, more feral, rougher as his tongue drags up the from the slit of Fuma's pussy to his clitoris once more.
But Nicholas didn't stop there. His hands gripped Fuma's ass cheeks, claws pricking lightly as he pulled them apart. Fuma's tail quivered, brushing agains the trees trunk. The wolf's tongue withdrew from the now sensitive pussy, filled with spit and sleek. Nicholas turn Fuma around, who is now facing the tree trunk, and Fuma’s ass is now at his disposal. He licked a broad stripe over Fuma's hole, the rim fluttering under the assault.
“Fuck, so tight and pink..”Nicholas murmured, voice muffled as he buried his face between the cheeks. His tongue circled the pucker, teasing the edges before pushing inside, hot and insistent.
Fuma's knees knocked together, body arching off the tree. “OH GOD— Nichol.. your tongue.. it's too much!” He whines and screams, and Nicholas hummed, the vibration sending sparks up Fuma's spine, and thrust deeper, fucking in and out with wet, obscene sounds. Saliva dripped down Fuma's thighs, mixing with his own sleek leaking steadily. Nicholas's nose nudged Fuma's slit, inhaling deeply as he ate him out ravenously, tongue curling to lap at the inner walls. Fuma's ears shot straight up, tail thumping against the bark, hips bucking involuntarily.
The pleasure built fast, bunnies were sensitive, and Nicholas knew it. “Gonna make you cum just like this, bunny” he snarled, pulling back to spit directly on the rim before diving in again. His free hand wrapped, stimulated the sensitive pussy, drawing circles as fast and rough as he could. Fuma's moans turned to cries, body trembling as the coil snapped.
“Nichol! Fuck! I’m– I’m cumming– please!” Fuma screams, the a hot liquid sprays over the trunk, Nicholas immediately turns Fuma around to get all the liquid. He sucked hard as it filled his mouth with everything of Fuma.
thinking about majo threesome where jo is too shy to ask for anything or take part on it so he just watches, stays by your side, kisses you, plays with your nipples but when maki fucks you in all fours he cant help but fuck your face not letting you breathe, holding your head so steadily while he thrusts into your mouth fast and messily "im sorry i- i am so close- i couldnt help it you sounded amazing, please let me finish inside your mouth please" and maki just chuckles at jo being so desperate to finish "thats it jo, cum inside, you deserve it".....
can u give us some fuma pet play thoughts...fuu w bunny ears and a plug with a pompom.. fuma w cat ears..also puppy fuma ...
hi anon!!
fuma pet plaaaaay pet play with sub fumaaa!!
he would definitely have various sets of ears, collars/chokers, chains and what not!! he would be too shy to ask you to play with him though, poor little shy man:(
ofc his favorite set is the the white bunny ears with the matching white lace choker and cute little pompom plug so he just stands by the door, all shy wearing nothing but his bunny ears and his silly eevee pajama shorts, hiding the plug on his hand waiting for you to call him over to play with him like a toy yum
he doesn't say a single word but patiently waits for you to say something, anything or just for you to instruct him... he loves phrases such as "does my pretty bunny need some play time?" "show me those pretty bunny teeth" "you always look the prettiest with your bunny ears"
he loves play and prep time, you signal him to get in bed with you so he does, still shyly holding the plug between his hands, handing it to you "please..." he is so shy he only manages to say a few words "i need you", both of you on your knees, he is so vulnerable but loves being on his knees for you, you start playing with him, caressing his skin, drawing small circles all over his chest and tummy while you kiss and suck his neck, playing with his sensitive nipples and he tries his best not to make any noise, clenching his fists so hard his hands are turning red, his cock already leaving a wet spot on his shorts, trying his bet not to finish only from your touch oh and when you finally finish prep time he makes the sweetest sounds while you insert the plug inside him "too much.... too big" but its exactly what he wanted so you praise him, tell him he can do it, he whimpers and holds your shoulders so tightly to not fall apart
he loves to eat you out making sure to lift his ass as high as possible so you can look at his cute little bunny tail (maybe even swinging his hips side to side) and he fucks you in all fours, desperately and with such a quick pace so many times until he is all emptied out
he wears his puppy ears when he is really needy, he sometimes gets embarrassed but just loves humping you and likes it when you act uninterested so you try your best to not mind the way he is trying to get off by using you, he humps you in such a desperate way, whimpering, moaning, thanking you for letting him have his way with you<3333
cat ears are for when he is feeling more playful or a bit bratty, fucking you until you can take it anymore, scratching your ass or back while you ride him, takes his collar off and puts it on you, loves to hit it from behind while he pulls the chain from your neck while he cums inside of you yuuuum
oh and you bet he matches his sounds depending on the ears he is wearing........
dare i mention power bottom fuma x sub top k though..
the way k towers over fuma but he's just an obedient little princess for fuma...fucking fuma deep and hard just the way he likes...dumping all his cum into him <3
kuma and breeding kink goes so hard btw 😮💨😮💨
u killed me. theres blood on ur hands rn and u killed me
fuma and his pretty little boytoy. kuma mating press. fuma’s fingernails on one hand digging into the skin of kei’s back, the other tangled in kei’s hair forcing him to hold eye contact. fuma with tears in his big brown eyes, begging kei to pretty please cum inside him, he’s been such a good boy, doesn’t he deserve it 🥺🥺🥺 kei’s dick pulsating inside fuma as he cums. cum dribbling out of fuma’s hole when kei pulls out, and greedy little fuma shoving his fingers inside himself to keep the rest from flowing out.
its just that maki anything, maki switch, maki soft dom, hard dom, even a bit submissive if you ask him to be like its plaguing my mind...
like the way he has been acting lately and how big he has gotten..... i just know he lives for praises but sometimes is so cocky about them, like he chuckles and gives you the cockiest dumb smile when you mention how big he is and how toned he always looks
he loves when you grab his arms and dig your nails in his biceps or back while he is so deep inside of you, he is a missionary lover, he just loves being on top of you, always having a chain or necklace around his neck that swings back and forth with each thrust and the way he fucks... he does it slowly, he is painfully big and long and just enjoys thrusting until he is so deep inside and almost pulls it all the way out.... keeping one hand on your side while he supports his weight on the mattress with his other hand, sometimes throwing one of your legs on his shoulder for better access
he is really talkative and curses, a lot, in german, english, japanese whatever comes first "fuck, thats it baby, keep saying my name just like that", loves eye contact like he lives for it specially when you are still adjusting to him with the first thrusts, something about your watery eyes and parted lips makes him twitch inside of you "you always look so pretty"
but i mean a bit hard dom maki who likes showing off how strong he is... fucks you standing up until your legs give up just so he can hold you or carry you and continue fucking you until he feels like it....
but he is also a bit submissive if you want him to be so he lets you play with him like the good pup he is:(
oh there are so many other things he loves but i feel like i will explode if i make this too long</3
