You slip through the cruel hands of the Waynes multiple times only to find yourself back in the tight cage of the manor you live forcefully in. There’s no escape for a cunning fox like you.
A simple hybrid of chaos and cunning will. You didn’t expect to be the prey as such a predator yourself
Why must you be this scared? Why must you have been a captive? Why must you be this way?
The questions spiral in your mind.
Why?
Why bear this cruel truth of how you were their obsession?
Why try to run when they keep you prisoner?
It’s truthfully painful when you catch the youngest eyes first.
Damian.
Damian Wayne, the youngest of the Waynes who wanted you the most. The way your fur struck his eyes.
His green emerald eyes
Smooth like fur.
They’re smooth with their words on how to persuade you.
Your fur is thick enough, but not groomed.
Not wealthy.
Neglected.
Shabby
Disheveled
Something that could even describe your personality.
Your fox-shaped eyes and shabby ears flickering on your head at any sound that dick makes to laugh at an unfunny joke about patrol.
Jason is trying to grab you at any chance and force a little bond between you both.
Tim, doing small experiments on you and seeing how your body can handle just enough needles poking at your skin.
Feeling each prick burning your precious skin.
Your fur is turning tighter,
And tighter,
And tighter.
TIL you realized you’ve grown hands.
Fingers.
Hair.
Toes.
Everything a human has.
What did he do to you?
Trusting as a child.
You trusted them to take care of you.
So why haven’t they done a good job at it?
Why must it be so hard for them to actually not see you as a pet but also as a human now?
Not an experiment.
A person.
You’re your own person.
You make your own choices.
Have your own fashion.
But you’re still locked up like some dumb fox.
You’re slick enough to lie that you want to go to the mall.
But not sly enough not to get shot in the back of your leg when you tried to run off further than you could think.
Hybrids were something that were going extinct, and only a rare few remain due to how many humans want to capture them for their animal features. To sell their fur, their ears. Because of this, hybrids are rarely seen in the wild. Usually they are seen being sold, abused, or killed. It was a rare occasion if you saw one not in captivity.
Most hybrids, the ones that are free, that is, stay close together, warning their children that it was better to die than be captured by humans. And yet here you are, running out of your safe haven that is protected by forest to visit a field of flowers.
Meanwhile, the 141 is trekking through the forest, sent to investigate potential hybrid activity. They are on the edge of the treeline, when they see movement across the field. They spot a small fox hybrid basking in the sun, completely relaxed.
"that's a hybrid, no?" Gaz asks, tilting his head in the direction of you.
"Aye, it is. Reckon we take 'em in." Soap muses, keeping his voice low.
Ghost's eyes narrow with hesitation, but he nods anyway. "Let's get a hybrid then."
You lift your head suddenly, ears twitching around. What was that? Then you smell it. Gunpowder, Cigarettes... humans. Humans. Shit. You start to move slowly, but before you can gain any ground, you hear a voice close by. Too close.
"Target acquired." Ghost's voice cuts through your thoughts like a blade. To both sides of you and in front of you, shadows emerge. Tactical gear, silenced weapons, cold eyes behind rifle scopes.
Soap steps forward slowly, hands raised in mock surrender - but that smirk? It's dangerous. "Now now... no need tae bolt. We just wanna talk."
And Gaz? He's already circling behind you.
Your ears flicker to Gaz, the closest one to you, but aslo the one blocking your path to the forest. You move before you can think, instincts taking over. You lunge at Gaz, using hybrid strength to wrench the gun from his hand and knock him over. "Ah, hell-" Gaz hits the ground hard. Price is the one to block your path next. Soap is closing in behind you, helping Gaz to his feet.
It's a standoff.
"Now, hold on a minute-" Price steps forward, hands raised, but the motion just sets you off again.
You charge at him, just like you did with Gaz. You try to dash past him, but then he points a tranquilizing gun at you. You grab the gun with your teeth and crush the barrel, rendering it useless. Price jumps away in surprise, watching his tranq shatter to the ground like it was nothing.
You hold the gun in your jaw, backing up into the forest slowly, making sure you can see them. Price's jaw drops in disbelief. "Blimey...they're vicious too." Gaz stands next to Soap, eyes wide. "Damnit Soap, I thought you could handle one bloody hybrid!" They start to bicker, and you're about to take that as your chance to escape when you feel it.
Eyes on you. Weren't there four of them..?
Ghost appears just a couple meters away from you, and you can tell he's been watching. Studying. You growl at them, ears folding back as if to say "Stay away from me."
Ghost takes a step forward - boots crunching on Price's broken gun. His voice is low, rough, and far too calm for the situation.
"Cute." He hums.
Price exhales deeply, with begrudging respect. "They've got fangs. I like it." Gaz rubs his bruised shoulder, grinning despite himself. "Aye. Fiesty little thing."
But you don't move, almost paralyzed in your indecisiveness on how to get out of here. You hiss, tail lashing high and puffed up - a red warning flag. And then-
CRACK!
A shot rings out, but it's not at you.
Ghost fired into the air. "Next one goes into your leg," He says flatly. "Stand down...or we take you down." His words are firm, but theres no heat behind them. Like he doesn't want to fight you.
Price shifts to flank. Gaz moves as well, hands open - but ready.
You're fully ready to tackle Ghost until you realize that you're slowly being surrounded. In the blink of an eye, you've turned around and darted into the forest, not wasting a second more on entertaining them.
Gaz and Soap start running after you, but Price raises his arm, signalling them to stop. They regroup, and Ghost speaks.
"Let ‘em go." He says with certainty. Soap practically breaks his neck twisting to look at Ghost. "What? You letting prey walk now?" Ghost's eyes narrow. "No. I'm letting them run..." His eyes shift back to the forest. "They will be back."
Somewhere, deep in the forest, you skid to a stop, heart pounding in your ears. Alone. Free. But your ears still twitch, listening to any sign of them following you. And against your better judgement? You glance back one last time, waiting to see their shadows appear.
You don't go back right away, no, no. You're not that crazy. You give it a week. Each day you creep closer and closer to the flower field, just waiting to see them appear.
But you do just as Ghost said you would. You go back. Out of morbid curiousity, or stupidity...you don't know. But you at least try to be smart about it. you take a different route, just in case. You follow the river that cuts through the forest, and that the flower field runs along. You wash your fur further downstream, before heading upstream to the field.
You approach slowly - watching, listening for any sign of them. Considering that you're in full fox form, you cant see high up. So, you balance precariously on your hind legs, head on a swivel. You stay at the rivers edge, making sure they're gone.
You breathe in the smell of the river, dirt, and flowers. No gunpowder, no cigarettes. Just an empty field, rustling in the summer wind with the soft sounds of nature.
You drop four paws on the ground, relaxing a bit. But then, a voice calls out.
"you came back."
You spin around to where the voice is coming from, and you see a figure emerge from beneath a willow tree. Ghost steps forward, his movements measured and calm.
He holds his hands up, showing that he's unarmed. "Easy. S'just me."
Shifting into a more humanoid form, you stay in the river. "You say that like you aren't a threat."
He lets out a low, rough chuckle. "Oh, I'm a threat." He takes a slow step forward, boots quiet on the damp earth. "But not to you. Not right now."
He tilts his head slightly. "you came back. That means somethin'."
A beat of silence. Then- "Means you're curious."
The wind shifts, and you catch his scent. Gun powder, leather...and something close to rain underneath. He crosses his arms.
"You could've run far away by now...changed shape, vanished into the wilds...but here you are." His eyes lock onto yours through the mask.'
"Why?"
That's the million dollar question, isn't it? Why come back, even after you so narrowly escaped. Is it naivety? Curiousity?
You stare at him from across the river. "I'm just...making sure you aren't here." is all you can come up with. You cross your arms over your chest, mirroring his stance even as the water flows around your legs.
He doesn't flinch. Doesn't look away. His eyes drag from your bare feet in the water up to your narrowed eyes, and for a second... soemthing unreadable flickers beneath the skull mask.
"And now I am." He takes a step closer to the river bank. Th water ripples between you, clear and cold in the morning light.
"Gonna scream? Run? Or finally ask what we want with hybrids like you?" A beat of silence passes. Then he adds quieter - almost curious - "...Or did you come back just to figure me out?"
Upstream, a bird calls. The wind teases your wet hair across your shoulders. And Ghost? He's watching. Waiting.
You take a few moments to answer, and he can see the gears turning in your head. "What do you want? A regular poacher would have shot me as soon as they saw me. But you're clearly not a poacher. Judging by the amount of gear you have on, you look like military. and if you are military...what are you doing out here in the sticks?"
He lets out a rough sound when you mention poachers, somewhere between a scoff and a snort.
"Poachers are trash. They just want money, and don't care who or what they harm to do it." The disgust is clear in his voice.
Then, his eyes crinkle at the corners, and you can tell he's smiling beneath the mask. "But yeah. We're military. Kind of." He takes another step forward, letting the water lick at his boots.
You watch him carefully, ears flattening to your head as he steps forward more, into the river.
He doesn't stop, wading until the water is rising up mid- thigh. He's calm, deliberate, like he knows fear when he sees it...and you can barely hold yours back.
"Probably haven't heard of us." His voice drops lower. "We don't exist anymore. Not officially."
The current swirls around him as he stops halfway between the banks - close enough to see the faded scars on his hands, the skull tattoo peeking from under his sleeve. Looks like he has a theme.
"We protect what's left of the wild. What's sacred." His gaze locks onto your ears - the way they twitch at every sound around the two of you - and something unreadable flashes in his eyes.
Not pity.
Respect?
Maybe worse - Interest.
And then softly:
"And right now...I'm lookin at one of the last wild things on this earth."
A moment of silence passes between you two.
"You came back. That means you're not just prey." He looks you up and down. "...means I see you, pup. Not the ears. Not the fangs. I see the one who broke Price's gun with their teeth, the one who outsmarted Gaz...and now stands here, half-naked in a river askin' questions like they ain't afraid of ghosts."
Fox!reader laying on a grassy field staring at the clouds feeling the breeze on their fur with flowers surrounding them. Unknowly to the fox hybrid; wolf!tf141 had been eyeing them for a while.
Monstertober 2024 - day 13 [ Mating / Hunting season ] by @ozzgin
[ part 1 ]
You stare at Ash's eyes and wonder, who is this man? Where has that timid pup gone and who is this bold wolf? Not that you're complaining about the transformation. He wriggles his finger against your entrance and you whimper. Ash snarls and his teeth glisten pink in the sunset. He looks softer again. "Fuck, you're... so wet..."
You pull his hand off your throat and jump around his hips, locking your arms behind his thick and furry neck, and your legs around his thin waist. You can feel your ass pressing against a firm length.
"Oh my..." you coo rolling your hips against his tip, rubbing your moist entrance against his damp pants. He growls and squeezes your ass, and you happily lift your tail for easier access. "Well, well, well... This is a surprise. Pup can bite after all. Or can you?"
Ash shakes his head. "Do you ever stop teasing?" he asks.
You bury your head into his neck, inhaling his scent. "Fuck..." Your hips sway against his cock. Beautiful sensations make you dizzy. "You smell... so good... pup."
"Not like you—" Ash trails off and suddenly you're standing behind him, confused and disoriented, but swallowed by a sense of danger. "Don't move."
Ash's stern voice shakes you to clarity and you finally notice three hounds, dog hybrids, just a few meters from you. How didn't you notice them?
"She truly smells divine," one of them steps forward, a smug expression on his face. "We decided to play a bit with her, before leading hunters to you. Move aside, monster, and we won't hurt you too much when we're done."
You growl, thinking how these cocky assholes need good ass kicking... but you stop since your ears catch something. A sound so low, so menacing, so deadly, you immediately step back. With ears pinned tightly against his head, Ash is snarling like a demon.
"Stay there," he tells you. "And close your eyes."
You don't dare disobey him. With both your hands, you close your eyes and Ash's shadow moves away. The sounds you hear... the yelping... the whining... they are horrifying. But you don't open your eyes. Not until Ash's shadow towers you again.
"Hunters and hounds won't bother us today. You can look again", he tells you.
Opening only one eye, fearing what you'll see, you scan your friend. He is covered in blood, but seems unharmed. Three trails of bloody paws lead out of the ravine. The smell of blood, aggression and sweet, sweet victory twirl around you and your breath quickens. The excitement rushes through your veins. "Ash..."
He lifts your head with his claws, smiling a rather terrifying toothy grin. "Come on, my little vixen, let's get you full of this dog's cock."
Your knees buckle and you pant and whine, desperately whispering "Yes... please... now..." while your cunt begs and throbs for a cock. He lifts you and places you on soft leaves, desperately undressing you, but not as much as you claw his already tattered clothes. You need him, need him so much! You shiver and whine, and pull him closer to you. Your fingers are all around his base, playing with his sheath and slowly swelling knot.
He bites the claw off his middle finger and pushes it inside your soaked cunt while sinking his teeth into your breast. You growl: "No! I don't need any foreplay. Fuck me now!"
Ash growls, from annoyance or in agreement, you don't know and don't care. He lifts your legs high in the air, gives your red and puffy cunt a long lick that makes you cry out, and then pushes your knees next to your head. He rubs his thick and swollen cock against your folds and smears your arousal along his shaft. "You want this, vixen? You want my cock? You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, yes, yes... please... do it!" you whimper, clawing at his forearms, urging him to hurry or you'll go mad. And finally - finally! - he pushes his length inside you. His knot slams against your entrance, and his heavy balls bounce off your ass. "Fuck!" he snarls, and, while pushing your knees with his entire torso, he pounds your needy pussy in heat with all his power.
You whimper and moan with no regards to who can hear you, telling him to fuck you harder. Ash whispers lewd things into your big fox ears until he can't form words anymore and only snarls and grunts. He thrusts his knot inside, stretching you even more, but you happily accept it and scream his name. He thrusts with his full length, ravaging you in the mating press. "Cum for me, you dirty little vixen. I want your pussy to clench around my knot. Scream my name."
And - fuck! - you do. Your nerves release a pleasure wave and you climax underneath him, pulling him with you. A warm liquid splashes your soft walls, and his knot swells, locking Ash inside you. But even though he stops with thrusts, he pushes one arm between you two and abuses your swollen clit.
"Remember what I dared you", he says, panting, and cruelly rubs your bundle of nerves. You thrash underneath him, overstimulated, but once he bites your ear, your cunt immediately responds and you cum again, all around his knot.
Leaning forward and touching the tip of your sweaty nose with his bloody snout, Ash purrs: "You lost the dare and now I get to do whatever I want with you."
Somewhere in the back of your foggy mind, you wonder what happened to the awkward Ash you knew, but this new Ash, the one forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you, is quite an impressive replacement, and you soon stop thinking about anything else.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, very little world building, smut a plenty 😆, Leon POV, hybrid reader, teasing, flirting, kissing, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nipple play, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, mommy kink, unprotected sex, creampies
not proofread ✌️ just a smutty hybrid au
title from Shimmer by Fuel
Leon couldn’t believe his eyes. You wind around the trunk of a tree, bright eyes locked on him as a little smile hovers on your lips like a secret. He swallows, tracking your movement, tenebrous colored tail flickering in and out of the tree line. He didn’t know he’d see a pretty little fox this far out.
Leon planned for his four day weekend to be a relaxing hike in the local mountains, camping for a night (maybe two), and then heading back home to veg out in front of the tv before the next work week starts. He’s been out here in the forest for a few hours now and finally found a place to bed down for the night when you appear. A gray fox isn’t as common as the red, but he’s heard people in town talk about the few that have been spotted out here in Arklay.
Leon doesn’t consider himself a hardcore outdoorsman, but he at least knows enough about the local wildlife. The closer you get to his little campsite the more enraptured he becomes; you’re absolutely captivating. His fire crackles and keeps him warm despite the chill permeating the night air; he’s afraid to move once you take a graceful seat on the opposite side of his fire pit, flames highlighting the hollows of your face.
“Hi,” you smile, sharp little fangs glinting at him.
“H-hi,” he croaks, throat dry so he tries to clear it.
“Camping, hmm?” Your gaze lazily drifts to his tent and satchel before landing back on him.
“Yeah, needed a break,” he shrugs, hands clasping together to give them something to do, “you live near here?”
“Now why would I tell a stranger where I live?” You laugh, a throaty sound that makes Leon’s blood run hot.
A flush overtakes his cheeks, “Sorry, I-I’m just making small talk.”
You laugh again, tail shifting to drape across your lap, “You’re cute. What’s your name?”
“Leon. What’s yours?”
He listens as you answer but his eyes can’t stop darting between your perked ears and soft tail.
“Do you want to pet me?” You grin, tail swishing back to your side.
“What—no, I mean, maybe,” Leon’s sweating bullets, mesmerized by you but also terrified you might rip his throat out with your sharp little teeth.
Smiling even broader, you stand up and make your way to him, folding down into a crouch in front of him. This close up, Leon quickly takes in your facial features before noticing the small black collar wrapped around your neck; his eyes trace down the modest sundress to your bare legs and feet.
“Aren’t you cold?” He murmurs, blue eyes roving back up to your curious gaze.
“No,” you smile, “but I’ll be sure to let you know if I am.”
Leon blushes and you look delighted, kneeling closer to peer up at him.
“You’re pretty far out for camping, little Leon,” you fingers graze over his jeans, sharp nails making his pulse race, “aren’t you scared you’ll run into some big scary animal?”
Swallowing, he shakes his head no, “I-I brought bear mace and I’m sticking to the game warden trails.”
He watches your head tilt as one of your ears flick back, listening to the dark forest behind you.
“Hmmm, you should be safe enough then,” your smile returns and Leon feels your tail brush across his arm, “want to see how soft it is?”
With hands steadier than his heart, Leon carefully strokes over the soft fur. It’s more silver than grey with a streak of black that ends at tip of your tail. Some white highlights catch his eye as his hand softly glides down the length.
“It’s lovely,” he murmurs, dazed eyes coming back up to lock on your bright ones.
“Thank you, Leon,” you purr, flicking your tail away behind you, ears perking forward, “you’re no slouch yourself.”
You let your nails brush across his sandy blonde fringe before pulling away. Leon doesn’t know what it is but he’s so drawn to you that his defenses are completely down. So he makes no move to stop you when you drag those sharp claw tips across his scalp and down his neck.
A low groan slips from his mouth and he jerks away, an embarrassed blush crawling up his neck. You laugh and inch closer, hands moving down to skate up his jean clad thighs before resting on his chest.
“Little Leon,” you coo, “are you feeling flushed? You look red.”
“I’m,” he coughs, trying to cover up his nerves, “maybe I’m just too close to the fire.”
“Do you need help to your tent?” You hold his gaze, your little grin showing off an incisor, “don’t want you to pass out.”
Your fingers drum across his pecs and he has the intrusive thought of you ripping into his shirt to tease his nipples. Biting back another groan, he nods jerkily.
“I should probably lay down,” he clumsily stands, watching as you easily stand next to him, hands hovering over his shoulders.
“I’ll help,” you take his arm and guide him the few feet away over to his accommodations for the night.
Pulling back the flap, you help Leon ease down onto his knees so he can kick off his boots before placing them inside next to the opening. Before he can thank you, you crawl in next to him, tail brushing across him as you splay out on his sleeping bag.
“Comfy,” you pat the space next to you, “come lay down, Leon.”
His cock twitches in interest and he quickly zips the tent closed; the light glow of the fire can still be seen through the mesh. Moving over to you, he copies you, lying on his side with his head propped against his arm.
“Figured you might like some company tonight,” your eyes drop down to his mouth, “don’t want you to feel scared.”
“Thank you,” he murmurs, pulse thundering in his neck as you shift closer, legs tangling with his.
“Maybe,” you murmur, lips ghosting across his, “you should get comfortable for bed.”
Without any other prompting, he quickly shucks off his jeans and socks before taking his shirt off just leaving him in his briefs. His cock sits half hard against his thigh and he watches as your greedy eyes take him all in.
“Mmm, not bad,” you grin at him, tail waving back and forth behind you.
He settles back where he was and you move into his space, lips kissing across his jaw before pressing softly against his own mouth. With a groan, Leon lets your hot tongue lick into his mouth, hips rolling forward until you finally push him on his back and lay atop him. You break the kiss once to stare down in his face while you rock your wet little cunt against his bulge before lapping at his parted lips.
Kissing you messily, Leon can’t stop from moaning and groping your ass through your sundress. The hard press of your nipples against his chest makes him grind against the apex of your thighs even rougher. Pulling away, you raise up into a sitting position over his lap. Your sharp nails tease across his pink nipples and his whole body jolts like he got an electric shock.
“Oh, Leon,” you grin.
He feels powerless while your fingers pinch and tug his stiff buds until he’s mewling and rocking up into your ass. Hands grabbing onto your thighs, he presses your dress up until he can see your bare cunt coated in clear slick that makes his mouth water.
“Sit on my face,” he pants, “fuck, sit that fucking chubby pussy on my face, please.”
“What a dirty boy,” you lean forward and bite his nipple.
Leon keens in his throat, a sharp high noise he’s never made in his life. Fuck, he thinks he might cum from just you abusing his nipples. His eyes flutter as your wet little mouth decides to suckle and tease his swollen buds; your sharp teeth scraping across them has his cock weeping precum, staining his briefs.
“I-I’m gonna cum if you keep that up,” he finally gets out, hands tangling in his own hair, “fuck, please baby, sit on my face.”
“I guess since you’re being so good,” you sigh, sitting up to pull your dress up and off, nude body coming into view for the first time.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes out, eyes sweeping down your body.
Your ears twitch and you smile, “You’re so sweet, Leon. Now sit back so I can ride your face.”
“Please,” he whines, helping you crawl up his body.
As you move, Leon shimmies his briefs down and off his legs. Your knees then rest on either side of his head and you gently sit your fat dripping cunt down onto his face. With a moan, Leon’s lapping and sucking up all of the slick coating your pussy lips, tongue running up and down your slit. Settling more of your weight down, you relax against him and he humps the air, cock drooling everywhere as he licks your pussy.
“So good, Leon,” grinding your cunt down on his mouth, he flattens his tongue letting you rut against the slick muscle.
He moans, hands cupping your ass to keep you from moving off of his face. Even if he suffocated, Leon would die a happy man. Chillbumps race down his body when your tail brushes over his chest and stomach. The soft fur of your tail eventually drapes itself over his stiff and leaking cock making him lap eagerly into your cunt, tongue fluttering against your pussy walls.
“Right there,” you purr, nails carding through his hair and scratching at his scalp, “suck on my clit and I’ll cum all over your pretty mouth, Leon.”
More precum leaks from his slit, cock so swollen it aches. His eyes shut in an effort to control himself, control his thoughts before he cums all over himself like some virgin. You rock and grind down on his tongue, low moans filling the tent as he laps along your clit before sucking it into his mouth. Keening, you press your bodyweight down, making sure he stays suckling your swollen bud until your orgasm finally overtakes you.
Leon moans just as loudly as you do, drinking up your slick like he’s a man dying of thirst. You undulate in place until the overwhelming feeling of his mouth has you shifting back down into his lap with a pleased little hum.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he rasps, eyes blown out as he takes in your relaxed posture.
“Glad to know,” you tease, running your hands down his pecs and across his puffy nipples.
He lets out a low hiss but doesn’t stop your touches. Your soft hands drift down to the thatch of hair at the base of his cock before sweeping down his thighs.
“Finally,” you sigh, one hand slowly stroking his dick while the other cups his balls, “a nice fat cock.”
Said cock jerks and leaks even more into your palm, balls throbbing as Leon watches you play with his dick.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, slowly rocking his hips up, “you like it?”
“Mm hmm,” you purr, “I’ve had lots of men over the years, but you have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.”
A spark of jealousy lights in his chest but it’s washed away by the twist of your wrist around his tip making him lose all train of thought.
“I’ve been looking for someone like you,” you whisper, eyes flashing, like it’s a secret— Leon supposes it might honestly be, “someone to mate.”
His cock kicks, a glob of precum dripping over your fingers where they’re wrapped around his length. You use the sticky wetness to glide your hand more easily up and down his dick, slowly jacking him off. He groans, hips pumping but you only loosen your grip with a sly little grin.
“Please,” he murmurs, “it hurts.”
“Does it?” You pout, hand softly massaging his sac before tracing the seam down to his taint, “poor little Leon wants to cum?”
“Uh huh,” he drops his head back with a broken moan, “please, w’nna cum for you.”
“Oh?”
The way your voice piques with interest has his gaze lasered back in on your face. Your attention is focused on his cock but he sees the want sitting as heavily on you as he feels.
“Since you’re being so sweet,” your eyes flick to his and you hold the connection as you rub his cock over your slippery clit, mouth dropping open to pant.
“God, you feel so good,” he grunts, hands grabbing your waist, thumbs digging into your hip bones, “please, please.”
You press his cock against his stomach and glide your soaked cunt up and down—the world's most torturous pussy job he thinks dazedly. His tip leaks so much there’s a small sticky puddle of precum forming on his stomach as your slick coated pussy lips part around his cock, hole dripping and rubbing against him.
“You’re going to stretch me open so much,” you coo sweetly, tail swishing excitedly behind you, “hope you don’t cum too soon.”
Before Leon can even argue, you tilt his cock up and sink your pussy down on him; he knows he’s gripping you too hard, but he can’t let go when your hot little cunt’s sucking him in so agonizingly slow.
He’s babbling too, but fuck if he knows what he’s saying; whatever it is, you don’t mind since you’re giving him that same throaty laugh from earlier that makes him wanna spill deep in your greedy hole.
It feels like a lifetime before you start to bounce on his lap, pussy squelching deliciously, making his mouth flood with saliva knowing what you taste like. The pace picks up and before he can blink, you’re riding him rough and fast, pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice.
“I’m gonna cum,” he grunts, hands going to your hips ready to pull you up and off so he can spill all over your pussy.
He feels like a fucking teenager, not able to hold back on cumming inside your pussy like he’s never fucked a woman before. Hybrid pussy must be something else, he thinks dizzily, cock throbbing as your slippery walls pulse and throb around his thick length.
“Cum inside,” you moan, nails digging into his forearms so harshly blood runs down his arms.
The pinprick of pain makes him buck up harder into your spasming hole. His brain fizzes in arousal, dick buried balls deep in your soaked cunt.
“Can’t,” he gasps, “fuck, what if you get pregnant?”
His cock thickens at the thought, balls tight against his body, at the hint of knocking you up. You laugh, that throaty sound that makes Leon throb, and you grind harder down on his lap.
“Then mate me, little Leon, spill your seed deep inside and give me kits,” your lips spread in a smile so wide your fangs show, “breed my pussy like your cock’s begging you to.”
“Oh god,” he whines, “I-I can’t,” but he doesn’t stop himself from fucking into your pussy harder and deeper, balls aching to shoot his load.
“Aww you can’t?” You mock, guiding his hands up to grab your breasts, “can’t fill my cunt with your thick cum? Can’t breed a wet pussy that wants it so bad?”
He’s losing the battle. It just feels too good inside your fluttering walls while he rabbits his hips against yours, cock stuffing you on every thrust. He squeezes his hands until your tits spill over his fingers, nipples hard against his palms.
“Make me a mommy, Leon,” you croon, voice saccharine sweet in his ears and he nods before even realizing what you’ve said.
“M-mommy?” He slurs out, body flushed and overheated as he fucks up into your cunt.
You giggle and lean forward, “Mm hmm, you like mommies, Leon?”
He gasps, eyes rolling back as he leaks heavily inside your hole, “Ye-yes. Love mommies.”
“Good boy,” you murmur, dropping a dizzying kiss to his lips and he chases your mouth with a moan.
“Mommy, want you to be a mommy,” he babbles out, brain complete mush now from the arousal, “want you to be my mommy.”
“Ohh?” You sigh gustily and lean forward more, pressing your breasts into Leon’s face.
Taking the hint, Leon’s hand shift down to your ass so he can mouth and suck at your tits, licking and suckling your nipples as he thrusts sloppily.
“Mommy,” he murmurs, tongue lapping at the soft skin of your breasts before sucking a nipple into his hot mouth.
Whining, his eyes flutter shut. If he breeds your cunt, you’ll leak milk from these gorgeous tits. He moans loudly, the thought turning him on so much he can’t stop sucking your nipples. He pumps his hips up into your soaked cunt, feeling you drip slick down his cock to drip off his balls.
“So hard, Leon,” he distantly hears your voice, “being such a good boy for me, fucking your mommy so good.”
Mewling against your breasts, he bites the puffy bud in his mouth, tongue lashing against it until you’re squeezing and rocking down on his dick. He could fill you to the brim, bust his load deep in your pussy and keep you on his cock til it takes. Eyes rolling in pleasure, he swaps to your other breast, mouth greedily suckling the hard nipple into his mouth.
He pulls away, mouth brushing across the stiff peak as he looks up at you, “Mommy, gonna cum for you, gonna cum so hard in your pussy.”
“Good boy,” you smooth back the sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead, “if you fill me up you can keep me, a mommy all to yourself.”
His eyes drop to your collar and you grind down hard on his cock making him moan.
“This is to keep people from getting any ideas,” you smooth your hands down his chest, nails scratching at his abs and making them tense, “you can put your own collar here if you want.”
Leon closes his eyes, trying his best to behave. Having you in a collar he picked out? Coming home to you waiting for him, maybe even splayed out in his bed, wet and wanting his cock. Shuddering, he blindly mouths at your chest nuzzling until he finds your nipple to pull into his mouth with a rough suck.
“Mommy, ‘m so close,” he groans, “wanna keep you on my cock forever.”
You pull yourself from his lap with a loud wet suctioning noise that makes his balls draw up tight. The words to keep you sitting on his cock die in his mouth as you kneel down at his feet with your back facing him. You dip at the waist to press your chest into the sleeping bag as you arch your ass into the air. Your tail mesmerizes him for a minute before he scrambles up onto his knees behind you.
“So pretty,” he slowly strokes his hand down your tail and you moan longingly, spreading your knees to present your wet little cunt to him.
“Breed me, Leon,” you look back at him, ears twitching and teeth biting your bottom lip, “want you to fill me up.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, notching the head of his cock at your opening before slowly sinking inside.
His hands grip the fat of your ass, eyes unable to pull away as he watches your pussy eagerly suck his cock back into your slick soft heat. The first few thrusts are slow and deep, letting him luxuriate in the feeling of burying his cock in your hot little pussy.
“Harder,” you whine, hips pushing back, “give it to me, Leon.”
He lets out a pained grunt as he pumps his cock in and out of your tight hole. Leaning forward, he braces one hand on your shoulder to pin you down as his other grips your hip. The new angle lets him piston his dick deep and hard into your slick greedy hole. Moaning, Leon rabbits his hips faster and faster, balls smacking your clit on every thrust and making you squeeze his dick.
Moving the hand from your hip, his fingers seek out your slippery swollen clit and rub soft circles across the pudgy bud.
“So good, such a good boy,” you pant, nails clawing his sleeping bag to shreds, “god, you’re gonna make me squirt.”
The words turn Leon on so much he nearly blacks out. Chills race down his back and he teases your clit from side to side, dipping down to wet his fingers from the slick leaking from your stuffed cunt before pinching your bundle of nerves.
“Your pussy is so perfect,” he gasps, leaning back as he slides the hand from his shoulder down to grab the base of your tail, “gripping me so fucking tight.”
He tugs lightly and you keen, body thrashing wildly as your pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock.
“Fuck that’s hot,” he groans, chin dropping to his chest to watch him fuck your cunt.
The more he pets and tugs on your tail, the harder you squeeze down on his dick. Leon’s fingers also never let up on teasing and rubbing your clit while the fat tip of his cock kisses your cervix and makes you squeal.
“Leon, ungh— fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you slur out, drooling on the slick material of the sleeping bag.
“Please cum for me,” he keeps the same breakneck pace paired with circling your clit and tail, “want that fat pussy creaming my cock, mommy.”
Your body locks up underneath him and Leon feels a gush of slick push his cock out and wet thighs; quickly recovering, he shoves his dick back inside your spasming walls and humps your pussy fast and hard.
“You fucking squirted,” he whines, “never had a girl squirt on my cock and you fucking—god, I’m cumming, fuck, this chubby fucking pussy is making me cum, oh mommy—”
Leon nearly collapses as he presses himself as tight against your ass as possible, balls drawn up tight and pulsing as he spills deep inside your cunt. Your slick walls milk him for every drop— his dick spurting rope after rope of thick hot cum until it’s dripping from your used hole.
When he goes to pull out, you whine and press your ass back against him.
“Stay,” you sigh, “don’t want a mess just yet.”
Shuddering, he groans as your walls flutter and hug his cock. In no time, he’s just as stiff and hard as he was ten minutes ago.
You moan low in your throat, “You can go again?”
“Yeah,” Leon’s breathless reply surprises himself, cock flexing inside your pussy and making you whine.
The second time Leon creampies your pussy is rough and nasty.
Pulling out, he flips you onto your back and slips his cock back inside your cunt. Slick and cum ooze out around his fat cock, but he’s too busy pressing your legs up and over his shoulders to notice.
Mewling against his messy kisses, you clench and whine from Leon’s rough fucking. At this point, he can’t stop himself from giving it to you hard and fast.
“Gonna fuck your little cunt all night, mommy,” he knows he has no filter at this point, completely pussy drunk, but it doesn’t stop him from talking, “you’re gonna be stuffed to the brim, stuffed full of my cum.”
“Leon,” you moan, nails digging into his back and making him buck harder, dick knocking into your cervix roughly.
“Yeah? Like that? I’m gonna pound this hot little pussy til you can’t take it anymore. Fuck, ‘m gonna give my mommy what she needs,” he growls out, feeling your heels bounce against his back with his thrusts.
“Want it,” you grin wickedly up at him, “give it to me, Leon. Be a good boy for mommy.”
He’s too wound up from earlier so in no time at all Leon’s cumming inside your pussy for the second time that night. His fingers pinch and rub your slippery clit until you’re clamping down tight on his cock, milking him into overstimulation as he finishes spilling his seed in your sticky walls.
Pulling out with a grunt, Leon collapses next to you with a sigh. Laying there in the quiet, he lets his heart rate drop back to normal before turning to you.
“You really want to get pregnant?”
You smirk and it makes his pulse race.
“No, that little issue has been fixed,” you kiss the tip of his nose, “but it’s fun to pretend, right?”
Leon’s cock twitches against his thigh and he nods.
“Yeah,” pink blooms across his cheekbones, “I liked it.”
Curling up into his side, he softly runs a finger across one of your ears.
“Can I really keep you?” He whispers.
Night sounds slowly seep back into his awareness as a cicada screams nearby.
“Can you truly keep a wild thing?” You muse humorously, head tilting back so he can see your bright eyes.
At his contemplative silence, you run your hands through his hair with a half smile, “But I want to go home with you, Leon. If the offer is there.”
“Please,” he blurts out, not caring if he sounds desperate or whipped, “I’d love for you to come home with me.”
Smile softening your features, you brush the fringe from his eyes, “Then, I’m yours.”
Relief and excitement fills his chest and he grins, “Perfect.”
low doggy: jj loves trapping kitten. all that fight goes out of her the second he's got his hand in her hair or an arm around her throat and all she can do is whine underneath him. he's got free reign to bite and drool all over her, covering her completely as he fucks her hard and deep. perfect for anal too.
john b & pup
bizet: pup likes goading jb into morning sex. it means he can linger a little long i bed with her. and he's not complaining either, it's super easy to slip right in. slow or fast it doesn't matter, he gets to kiss and touch her everywhere and she's so snug in this position.
rafe & bunny
bud: rafe does this 100% to satisfy his foot fetish why lie. but it's good for her too. this came after months of trust because she never liked looking anyone in the face while she fucked them. too intimate. but something about rafe broke her down. and she likes the dazed look on his face when he cums.
foxy & pope
coffee table: there's no way she's not on top and pope likes that. he wants to see all of her, and he can take hold of her at any moment if he wants to. if anything this puts them on an even field and sometimes she'll get up just to jerk him off.
sarah & kai
90: sarah likes being in control. she likes having someone who won't tell her no and she gets to have all the fun. funnily enough this is almost always a show of dominance. kai did something against her so she reduces her to a puddle in her sheets.
barry & bambi
chibi: this is almost exclusively for anal. barry likes to fuck his "boy" and well she likes getting fucked liked this. it kinda hurts, that's why it's fun, and he gets to do it on any surface he wants. even if its with lamb watching with big watery eyes.
bambi & lamb
86: bambi is always doing things to make lamb feel good and this is no exception. after hours of pouting and whining she gets to fuck her docile again. and she's no better than a man she loves her tits so she likes being able to suck on her nipples especially since they're so sensitive, bambi gets to kiss her and watch how lamb just sucks her fingers in too.
content warnings: micro aggressions, mention of poverty, grief, drug abuse, sexual harassment, threats of violence, morally grey characters, sexual tension, guilt, manipulation (up to interpretation), daddy issues, implied stalking, misogyny, classism
foxy!reader is a prodigy. the first of her family to “make it out” feeds her ambition and drive to keep thriving so she can make her family proud and prove all her doubters wrong
no nonsense girl that is constantly on top of shit; it’s why ward hired her fresh out of law school
started as his intern, then became his personal assistant and finally his lawyer after she gave him better advice than his lawyer on how to handle a potential lawsuit with a client
her relationship with ward is the topic of many discussions and arguments in the cameron house. rose believes they’re too close and suspects that she’s trying to seduce ward, and rafe is jealous. of her or his father, no one knows
“i don’t want her knowing every single thing about the business.”
“she’s my lawyer, rose; it’s her job.”
“is it her job to cling to you like a stray cat?"
"she's a good kid, you know she's had a rough life. she didn't grow up with her father."
"i don't think it's a father she wants."
"i won't entertain your insecurities rose. drop it."
rafe’s constantly flirting with her, ignoring her blatant disinterest/annoyance that borders on disgust and loathing
he stops in his tracks, confusing kelce and topper before they follow his line of sight. “well, what have we here?” she’s on the patio, typing away on a laptop, most likely completing a task for his father.
topper shakes his head softly, “come on, man, leave her alone; she looks busy.”
“why don’t you focus on making sure your girlfriend doesn't get herself killed?” rafe waves him off as he confidently walks over to his prey.
he shuts her laptop. “hey foxy.”
she looks up from her laptop and glares, “fuck off, cameron.”
he smirks as she stomps away, laptop in hand. he confidently saunters back over to his friends. “she wants me so bad.” kelce chuckles, and topper shakes his head, fighting an amused smile.
rafe came up with the nickname foxy mostly because of her looks but her soft but raspy voice and sly tricks she uses to get ward (and his family) out of trouble plays a large role
isn’t afraid to tell rafe off even if he is her boss’s son not because she doesn’t care for her job but because she hates men like rafe and refuses to let him walk all over her. it’s the why he’s so enamored with her
foxy!reader is a thorn in the pogues’ side because she’s always three steps ahead of them. pope and her intellectually spar via chess when they’re not busy finding loopholes in the justice system or treasure hunting
has a mentor/mentee relationship with ward; he thinks she has a promising future and she wants to be a charismatic yet cutthroat professional like him, it’s why he anonymously paid for her schooling when she decided to get her master’s
she was livid when she found out and debated quitting, believing that her success was now tainted by blood money and wasn’t fully her own. it’s a whole thing that never truly gets resolved because ward dies
she’s crushed when ward dies, pissed that he’s just gone after literally changing her life for better and worse
tries to get ward’s affairs in order, as mentioned in his will, which rose finds suspicious, believing that she's trying to take their money or the gold for herself
rose has never liked foxy!reader, not in any stage of her time with ward. she’s supposed to believe that this pretty young thing hasn’t been squirming her way into her husband’s life? it doesn’t help that he seems to trust her with more information
rose paces back and forth as she rants, “i don’t like how she looks at him, and did you see the way she clung to his arm?”
“green is an ugly color on you, rose.” he mumbles into his third drink, poorly hiding his smirk.
very perceptive. the first one to realize ward’s faked his death after finding his first clue in his video will to his family
“how many times are you gonna watch that shit?” rafe’s slurred words snap her out of her daze. he’s poured himself another drink, you note.
she pauses the video to give him a once-over before turning back to her notes, “how many drinks have you had?”
“only five, mom.” he giggles at his crass joke and swallows down the rest of his whiskey.
“i’m surprised you haven’t started nursing the bottle.”
he frowns. “oh my bad is- is my grief not very convenient for you? huh?” he pokes at her face.
she slaps his hand away and stands up. “you’re pathetic. your father is dead, and you’re acting like a child.”
“and how should i be acting? huh? like you!?” he drunkenly points at the computer screen, “looking for proof of life? searching for clues? huh, nancy drew!?” she doesn’t answer, just glares.
he scoffs, “and i’m pathetic. okay.” he shoulder-checks her on his way out, most likely headed back to the wine cellar, she notes.
foxy!reader quit smoking before the events of season 1 and eats a lot of gum and sweets to satiate her cravings. she picks it up again when ward fakes his death due to a combination of stress, grief, and hopelessness
she had considered the repercussions of falling back into the comforting arms of her former vice. truly. lungs deterioration, increased anxiety, all the hard work she put into ruined in a second, all the progress they made down the drain.
they? there’s no ‘they’ anymore, just her.
“sorry, ward.” she clicks the lighter, and like one last practical joke from the big man, nothing comes out.
she tries again; there’s barely a spark.
again. nothing.
again. still nothing
again and again and again and again and- “fuck!”
“thought you quit smoking.”
she doesn’t even have to turn around to know he’s sporting his signature lopsided smirk. “yeah.”
rafe raises an eyebrow, shocked and amused at her muted reaction. “yeah? that’s it? no snide remark or telling me to fuck off?”
“wouldn’t be very gauche of me to in your time of grief.”
he looks at her for a beat, searching for what she doesn't know. he sighs defeatedly and begins to dig around in his pockets. he stops after a couple seconds and pulls out a lighter cased in gold with a familiar engraving, 'W.C.' it makes her naseous.
"already staking your claims?" he follows her line of sight and chuckles, "the only thing of his that fits me."
he stares down at her beckoning her closer with his eyes. she complies and he lights her cigarette.
"thanks."
he shrugs, "you looked like you needed it."
everything comes to a head when she follows rose to the shipyard, where she finds ward hiding out. confronts him for lying to her and making her solve riddles just to find out he’s alive
rose whips her head around to see what’s soured ward’s expression. she glares when she finds the source, “did you follow me!?”
the younger woman's slow claps only infuriate her. “wow, beauty and brains.”
ward holds his hand up, stopping his wife from continuing the exchange, his eyes never once leaving the young girl. “please. just let me explain.”
“what’s there to explain? it was a 'need to know basis' and i didn’t need to know. i’m not family, right?” she hates how her voice breaks on the last word, giving the man a window into her emotional state.
his gaze softens, “that’s not true. i left clues i knew you would fine and you're here so i'm guessing you found them."
"oh of course, how could i forget the great case of the exploding millionaire." she dryly chuckles, "don't act like you did that for me. you just wanted me to get your shit ready for your third act reveal."
he says nothing, avoiding her eyes like a cheating parent caught in the act by their child. it's worse than a slap in the face. rage boils up in her stomach; how could she be so blind? so stupid? he doesn't owe her anything.
"rafe was right." this makes him look up. "you don't care about anyone but yourself."
"what are you gonna do?" it's so quiet she almost thinks she imagined it. it's so pathetic, so unlike him.
"you mean am i going to report you?" she catches rose's glare but behind the fury in her eyes there's fear. "don't worry i won't break up this happy home. i'll get your shit in order but after that i'm done."
"wait-"
"no. i'm done, i mean it."
"okay."
after quitting and creates a private practice and uses the money she gets from kooks to finance her pro-bono work for pogues. she helps out the pogues sometimes by giving them legal advice or acting as their lawyer when they’re arrested because she feels bad for the part she’s played in fucking them over
is less than thrilled when rafe returns to obx and wants nothing to do with him. rafe tells her she owes his father for everything he’s done for her which leads to a fight where he calls her a ‘traitor’ and she calls him an 'insecure little bitch'
foxy!reader says she’s only helping rafe out because she owes his father but rafe’s not buying it
“tell yourself whatever you want.”
“you’re unbearable.”
“let’s be honest, you’re not doing this out of some imaginary debt to my dad. you wanna help me.”
“you think i’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart?”
“something like that.” he smirks. “come on, foxy, admit it, you like me.”
“do you actually have a business proposition, or did you invite me out here just so no one can hear my screams?”
he chuckles, “there's that charm i missed so much."
rejects rafe's business proposition because stealing form his own father is "the stupidest idea he's ever had after framing john b"
safe to say she's surprised when barry is actually able to steal the cross. and impressed that his plan worked but she would never tell him that
refuses to help rafe burn the cross of saint domingo and tells him she will never help him again if he does
rafe moves past her as he adds more covering to their makeshift furnace. “you know this high and mighty act of yours is getting real fucking old.” he gives her two piece suit a once-over, "you look good though. but next time i wouldn't wear that to this shithole, it screams "mug me."
"don't remember asking for fashion advice." she looks over his shoulder, meeting barry's eyes, "you okay with this?"
he raises his hands defensively, "i'm just tryna get paid."
“oh i'm sure. and let me guess you don't give a fuck who you hurt in the process?"
rafe grunts as he sets down another large scrap of metal. "you don't have to answer that barry."
"wasn't gonna." she looks between the two men appalled at their lack of care.
“i actually thought you changed.”
“so did i, but you're the same frigid bitch that walked around tanneyhill like it was yours".
barry frowns, "come on man."
"no she needs to hear this." he closes the distance, almost making her trip in her 4-inch pumps as she backs up. "still ungreatful, even after everything we’ve done for you."
"we? there was no 'we' rafe, it was all your father. he's the only one i owe anything to."
"yeah except you don't." he closes the distance between them. "still can't be honest even after months. can't say i'm surprised, the best lawyers can convince themselves of anything."
"tell me, when did you pick up this moral code was it before or after you quit? climb off that high horse of yours and be honest with yourself for once. you’re doing this for that pogue aren't you?”
there's a tingling sensation down her spine at the mention of pope. she knew. she knew that something was off all those times she gave those ragtag group of kids legal advice while in town. the feeling of eyes watching her that she dismissed as general anxiety from being in a public space, the sounds of camera clicks she reasoned as people taking picture of their surroundings, some sligthly moved office items she decided her assitant had forgot to move abck after using them. his total disregard for her privacy boils her blood.
"you've been fucking following me!?"
barry stands up from his seat. “woah."
rafe doesn't even look at her. "you think helping them out is gonna make them forgive you? forget everything you've done? you're the smartest person i know, don't be an idiot.”
her throat feels tight, as she wills herself not to cry over this stupid boy. “if you do this, we’re done.”
he stares her down, “there's no 'we'. remember?" he throws the lit match, setting the gold and its surorundings ablaze.
she doesn't stick around to watch his face glow under the fire's light.
tries her best to avoid rafe on the island and besides a few incidents she does. until ward's death which makes them find comfort in each other (as friends) and reconsider a business partnership
