ׂ╰┈➤ Warnings: fem reader, p in v intercourse, fox hybrid!kita, KNOTTING, praise, (switch?) kita, (dom?) reader, biting, light choking, breeding mention, that's all, I believe.
ׂ╰┈➤ WC: 1,898
Owning a hybrid was difficult for most people, except you. You had the sweetest, kindest little fox known to man. Always so good and obedient. You came home from work to find him as good as ever. Sitting on the sofa waiting patiently for you to return. As soon as you walked through the threshold of the door, he perked up. Ears going straight, tail swaying back and forth slowly. He was ready. Needy, hot…overwhelmed.
The one thing about owning a hybrid…the ruts. He was *aching*, cock throbbing within its confines. You took off your coat and shoes at the door. Setting your purse down on the coffee table before walking over to him. Your poor boy. He needed you, and you knew exactly what he needed. “Hey, Shinsuke. Have you been a good boy today?”
Your voice was soft and smooth, a set of fingers treading through his hair in a slow motion. Nails tenderly scratching at his scalp. Something he came to love. Your touch comforted the amorous fox. He leaned into your palm as if it would disappear. Your free hand came down and slowly caressed his cheek. Feeling how warm, no…hot he was. He was burning up, whimpering soft pleas into your shirt. He needed to be buried in something. In *you*.
“My my, darling you’re burning up. What do you need, hm?” Your voice made his ears twitch. That sultry tone that made him let out a small groan. Squeezing his eyes shut, imagining your cunt squeezing his cock. Precum leaked through the fabric of his pants. “Use your words.” Your voice was a little firmer this time around. Wanting to hear him tell you what he wanted.
“You…I need you please.” His voice was soft and shaky. His hands are clutching at your sides. Nails slowly become claws, digging into your skin. “It hurts…” he whimpered out and that broke you. Leading him up to the bedroom. You had to take care of your poor fox. You couldn’t leave him in such a predicament. You guided him down onto the bed. Straddling his hips, leaning down to press your lips against his. Capturing his lips in a soft kiss. It only made him grasp for you with need.
Soft pleas being mumbled and whined for you to do something. He needed friction, anything to take the pressure off his cock. Your hips rocked against his, soft gasps filling the air. He gripped your hips as his back arched off the bed slightly. Hips bucking up into yours. It wasn’t enough, he needed more, *wanted* more. His hands started messily fumbling with your clothes, tugging at the fabric to let you know he wanted it removed. You granted it to him. His wish is your command after all. Removing your clothes, never taking your eyes off his. You worked on his next. Slowly removing pieces of clothing from his body. You got down to his underwear, precum had stained the front of the dark grey boxers. Twitching greedily.
You coo’d softly and hooked your fingers in the waistband, pulling them down until his cock bounced out, hitting his stomach. He whined, the sound rang through your ears. You wrapped a hand around his throbbing base. Pumping his shaft in a fluid motion, thumb swiping over the leaky tip. You slowly sink to your knees, lips wrapping around the weeping head slowly. A shaky moan fell from his lips as the feeling of your soft, feathery ones made their way around his dick. You took him further, sinking down and taking him inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat. A moan of delight left your lips. The sound vibrated against his cock, making him keen.
Hips bucking, forcing himself further down the tight, wet canal. The force caused you to gag and pull back slightly before taking him down once more. It became a repetitive motion. Up and down, up and down. The sound of his moans, mixed with the slick mixture of spit and his fluids filled the air. Kita’s fists clenched at the sheets, balling them within his palm. Something to ground him, to keep him from floating away as he experienced the feeling of your mouth encasing him. Trapping him in a blissful experience. Slow and messy, slurping and sucking sounds bounced off the walls. He twitched once, twice– he was close. So close to filling your throat with cum, but you just wouldn’t give him that sweet release. Not yet, you climbed back on top of him and encased his body under yours. Hands beside his head, staring him in the eyes until yours trailed down, leaning down to capture his pale skin between your teeth. Nipping gently at the skin. Immediately finding that pulse point that sent pleasure shooting straight for his brain.
Your hips rocked back and forth, your juices mixing with the spit and precum covering his shaft. Skin slicking together with delicious friction. You let out a soft moan as his tip caught the tip of your clit. A small hiss leaving them when it happens for a second time. “Tell me what you need, baby. I’ll give it to you, anything you want.” You purred in his pointed ear. Tempting and alluring. Like a siren calling out to him. It made his pelvis stutter against yours, desperately. “Inside–I want to be inside.” It was a soft growl that left his lips, that left no more room for discussion. Letting you know just how much he needed you. You grasp his cock in your hand, lining him up with your entrance as you sit down. Both well lubricated, it was an easy slide down. Seating yourself on his cock, adjusting to the size as he took up the space in your walls.
A broken moan left his lips, finally feeling your walls clamp down around his cock was like *Heaven* to him. Shinsuke’s hands shot from the sheets to your hips, grasping them tightly. Trying his best to keep himself from rutting inside you like a complete animal. The way you fluttered around him was too much. Gummy walls sucking him in as you slowly started a steady bounce on top of him, palms moving to rest on his chest as you stood on the balls of your feet. Your cunt opened a little wider for him with the new position, allowing him to slide in deeper causing a sharp moan to fall from your lips. He was so deep. Leaking tip protruding your cervix and making itself at home as if it lived there. “Y-y/n!” he cried out, thighs already quivering from trying to hold his composure. Your pace quickened as your hips slammed against his over and over. Your manicured nails digging into his pecs, your eyes rolling back in tandem as his cock brushed against that sweet spot in you and your walls fluttered around him in response, soaking him a little more.
Wet sounds filled the air once more, your moans mixing together in a symphony. You were taking everything he had to give you. Tight cunt milking him for all that he’s worth. It didn’t take long for you to feel him twitch inside you, signaling the impending release. His moans turned to whimpers and pleas the closer he got, breaths turning into small huffs, hands tightening that hold on your waist. Holding you so tight that it would possibly leave the indents of his fingers pressed into your skin. “You’re going so good for me, Shin. Fuck– filling me up, taking everything I give you, and using your manners.” You smiled sweetly at your fox below you, hips still rocking against his as you hooked two fingers in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. His hips stuttered, he almost busted right then and there. No no, he couldn’t not yet– he didn’t even ask permission yet. A sharp whine fell from his lips until they wrapped around your digits, sucking on them as you bounced prettily on top of him. God, it was a sight to see. You looked like a goddess above him.
It wasn’t long before you felt your own climax near, thighs starting to burn with each movement. That’s when you spoke once more. In a voice that set off alarms in Kita’s head. “C’mon baby, tell me what you want. Let me hear it.” your voice rang. ‘Breed. Breed. Breed.” is all it kept repeating. Repeating the urge to fill up the tight, gushing hole nice and deep until it stuck. “Fuckfuckfuck!” he lost control, couldn’t hold back anymore. He grasped your hips, pulling out until the tip remained the only thing nestled in your warm confines. His eyes became predatory, looking at you as if you were prey in that very moment. Heels of his feet pressed into the mattress, readying himself. “Talk to m-” you got cut off with the sound of your own scream filling your ears as he slammed you back down on his cock. His hips thrusted up half way to meet yours. Skin smacking together, bodies sweating. “You, you, you! I-I want you. Wanna… wanna fill you up. Mine! You’re mine!” his canines became pointed fangs poking from the corner of his mouth, digging into his bottom lip.
The words made you short circuit, lost in a daze that you didn’t feel as his cock started growing harder and harder. Becoming more sensitive, more precum leaking from his slit. Coating the insides of your gooey walls. You, on the other hand, left a white sticky ring around his cock from your bouncing. Both of your thighs were quivering, but it didn’t stop him. Nothing could, as he runs into you quick and rough. Your tits bounced in his face, whimpers and moans leaving your throat as he brought y'all to your highs. Breathing quick and uneven, hands greedily grabbing at one another until he pulled you flush against his chest. Hands tangled in your hair, growling and biting into your shoulder, his thrusts got slower. Not stopping but they got harder, rougher with each one. Impaling you on the thick base. You arched into him, cunt greedily sucking in his cock.
One, two–three more thrusts was all it took. One final *deep* thrust onto your quivering hole was all it took for him to fill you up. His bulbous head swelling up in the opening of your cervix, planting his knot there. A long groan left his lips at the suffocating squeeze. “So tight–fuck…” he gasped. When you came down from your high, you tried to move but immediately stopped when you felt a pressure filled tug in your abdomen. He was still hard and stuck deep inside you. He looked at you apologetically, holding your hips steady so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. “Sorry, I lost control.” His soft voice came back. A little hoarse from what transpired moments before.
“It’s okay, Shinsuke. You did so well for me. So good, my sweet boy.” the praise shot straight to his dick, causing it to twitch within its confines. You giggled at the feeling and brushed some of the hair off his sweaty forehead, and pressed a kiss to his head. It was gonna be a long night.
Hey! It’s that time again yall. Spooky Szn is amongst us! This is a collab I’m doing with my wonderful friend @bleach-your-panties for this 2025 kinktober.
This Freak Fest will include: ghouls, demons, incubus/succubus, masked psycho killers, and all! There will be inappropriate themes AS WELL as dark content and triggering themes. All minors and ageless blogs, GO ABOUT YA BUSINESS, thank you.
Anyways, without further a due, lets get into it!! Below the cut is the schedule for this Freak Fest and please remember, you MUST BE 18+ to enter! Have fun gals and ghouls.
WEEK ONE
Oct 5.- UNBEARABLE NEED- Kita S. (@ranspuppy)
WARNINGS: fem reader, p in v intercourse, fox hybrid!kita, KNOTTING, praise, (switch?) kita, (dom?) reader, biting, light choking, breeding mention, that's all, I believe.
Please Help Me Feed My Children in Gaza – We Are Starving
Dear kind soul,
I never thought I would have to write a message like this. I am a father of five children, living in Gaza — and we are starving.
We have no food. No clean water. No safety. My children cry from hunger every day, and as their father, my heart breaks because I cannot feed them. I have injuries from Israeli airstrikes, and my health is getting worse, but the worst pain I feel is watching my children suffer without being able to help them.
This is not a famine. This is forced starvation. We are being deprived of food and aid. We are dying slowly, silently.
Please, I am begging you — if you can donate anything, even the smallest amount, it can mean a meal for my children. If you cannot donate, please share my plea with others. Your voice could reach someone who can help.
Your compassion can save lives. Your help could mean that tonight, my children go to bed with something in their stomachs.
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A new Update 😭😔
8th of April // 621$out of 100k and none donate for 2 days 💔💔Time is running out please reblog this and like 🙏‼️
Dear my kind donors!
The crossings boarders are closed again these days and war return in Gaza.
We are currently facing an unimaginable and heartbreaking situation in Gaza. After receiving orders from the Israeli Forces to evacuate our area, we were forced to leave our tent, running for safety while bombs rained down around us. We fled with nothing, seeking refuge in another area that, unfortunately, is just as unsafe, leaving us exposed to constant danger.
Now, we are living in tent which needs new setting, enduring the cold, rain, and the constant fear of more attacks. The lack of basic necessities like food, clean water, and medical supplies is taking a heavy toll on us. Prices for essential goods have skyrocketed, and it’s becoming impossible to meet even the most basic needs for survival.
We are urgently asking for help. We need immediate support to provide food, shelter, medical aid, and funds to help us get through these difficult days. Without assistance, our survival is uncertain, and we are reaching out to anyone who can offer help in these desperate times.
If you are able to contribute, whether it’s through donations, sharing post, or offering any kind of support, it will make a life-saving difference. Your generosity can help us stay alive and find hope amidst this crisis.
Please, stand with us during this devastating time and help us survive the hardships we are facing. Every bit of support counts, and we are truly grateful for anything you can do.
Please 🙏🙏🥺
And this is my full story 😭‼️⬇️⬇️
I'm Areej I was an English teacher and a creative writer at we are not numbers
Areej Kassab is an English teacher who graduated from Al-Azhar University. She has many international certificates in teaching, such as PCEL
before war and everything change after October 7. Also I'm a creative writer at we are not numbers.
Also I am a mother of three children. We have lived through the war for a year and a half, and we have lost everything we own. My husband is a man who did not work. Before the war, I did not have a breadwinner or any source of income. During the war I didn't give up to teach so I volunteered and had good chance to help some students to get engaged again with English in a very creative way.
We are in tents for almost two years.
After our several evacuation from place to another.Now we don't have a house after it was destroyed by missiles. I now ask you to help me rebuild my house. And buy basics for the daily essentials for my children and I need money so that we can stand up again and start again.
This war wasn't easy at all it has taken many friends at work, students and some of my colleagues at the university. They are almost ten souls I won't never forget . Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of my students and my friends is really hurts.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line
Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
. $5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.
. Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
Why Your Support Matters
Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss. Also I need to rebuild my future and to start building my project to teach students who are in need so my friend it will be great from you to help you this war destroy everything and many schools here in Gaza
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
To help me and my family you can donate here or at least you can share this post to people who can support us in gaz
Hello, my name is Areej. I was an English teacher before the war and a creative writer at We Are Not Numbers, but everything changed after O
Help my family in Gaza and give them hope to live in peace
… AHMED Zidan needs your support for Help my family in Gaza and give them hop
Hi, I am Ahmed from Palestine, from the northern part of Gaza City. I am 33 years old, married, and a father of two children. I live in the Jabalia refugee camp with my family, which consists of 19 members, in a four-story house.
Since the beginning of the war on Gaza on October 7th, life in northern Gaza has been extremely difficult, lacking basic necessities due to the siege imposed by the Israeli army on the northern part of the Gaza Strip. The occupation has blocked food, medicine, water, electricity, and even communication networks. Thousands of airstrikes have been carried out, and hundreds of massacres have been committed, mostly affecting innocent civilians, the majority of whom are children and women. The infrastructure, thousands of homes, and civilian facilities have been destroyed.
On May 12th, 2024, the Israeli army besieged the Jabalia camp for the second time and ordered us to evacuate, informing us that it was a military operation zone and a dangerous combat area. We were forced to leave our homes in the camp and flee under heavy bombardment and intense gunfire, navigating through the rubble and bodies lying in the streets and on the roads. We became homeless, with no food or water. During this difficult siege, I lost two of my brothers, Abdullah, 30 years old, and Atallah, 26 years old, due to random shelling and airstrikes on the camp.
Why am I collecting donations?
After more than 15 months of war, on January 19th, 2025, the ceasefire came into effect, and we returned to the camp to check on our home. However, we were shocked by the extent of the destruction and devastation in the camp. The homes had turned into piles of rubble, and we could no longer recognize the places or roads due to the scale of the damage. Our house was completely destroyed, leaving us homeless. Now, my family and I live in a small tent that is insufficient for the number of family members. It offers no privacy, no bathroom, no kitchen, and it does not protect us from the summer heat or the winter cold. We are living in an overcrowded environment with displaced people, chaos, piles of garbage, and the spread of diseases, especially among the displaced children.
This war has forced us to live in extremely harsh conditions and an environment that is unfit for human life. We continue to suffer every day from the ongoing war, repeated displacement, lack of resources and essentials, fear, pain, and oppression. Not to mention the hardship of fetching water, standing in long queues for basic needs, and struggling to find food—another challenge added to our suffering in this devastating war that is destroying people, buildings, trees, and animals. All of this has exhausted our bodies and deeply affected our mental well-being.
Therefore, I am reaching out to you through this humanitarian platform to help me support my family, rebuild our destroyed home, and contribute to providing the basic necessities of life so that I can live with my family with dignity and freedom.
• How will these donations be used?
1) An apartment will be rented to temporarily house my family until the reconstruction of the destroyed house is completed, as an alternative to a tent, at a cost of $600 per month for at least two years. (An estimated total cost of $14,000 over the two years.)
2) Purchase the basic tools and equipment necessary to furnish the rented apartment at an estimated cost of $5,000.
3) Purchase clothing and basic necessities for all family members at an estimated cost of $6,000.
4) Remove the rubble of the destroyed house and rebuild it at an estimated cost of $140,000.
5) Purchase the tools and equipment necessary to furnish all apartments in the new house at an estimated cost of $35,000.
• How does your donation and support make a difference?
Your support and donation is a noble humanitarian cause that supports and strengthens our resilience during the war. This contribution, even if it is small, will make a huge difference in my life and the life of my family.
Please help us to live in safety and peace, to start over to achieve our ambitions and dreams, and to create a safe environment for our children that will provide them with a bright future.
none of us should be surprised by the sudden appearance of Gorgon Ramses tbh because Banshriek drawing Hades as Gordon Ramsay was literally the biggest deciding factor in hiring him as my assistant (and it's been my literal desktop background for ages) so we've really just come back full circle
Rekindled was Ramsayverse fanfic the whole time actually sksksksk
"A Plea for Hope: Ibrahim's Family's Struggle for Survival 💔"
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After losing my home and being displaced from the UNRWA shelter, I managed to rent a small room that offers basic shelter, though it feels more like a tent. The rent is $250 per month, but with no income and war erupting again, we are struggling to meet essential needs like food and basic supplies.
Any support during this critical time would be deeply appreciated. Thank you.
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #220 )✅️
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I am Ibrahim Almughanni. I once dreamed of a peaceful future for my family, but those dreams were shattered by the horrors of war.
I am married to Soha Fouad,
and we have three children: Toleen, 9 years old; Wateen, 6; and Tayseer, 4.
My children from inside UNRWA shelters
"Toleen, Wateen, and Tayseer are currently in the UNRWA shelter. With your support, we are striving to bring them happiness despite the challenges. Please stand by us for the sake of these children."
Support Ibrahim's fight for survival
I’m Valeria, and I’m organizing this fundraise… Valeria V needs your support for Support Ibrahim’s
The Day Our Lives Shattered
I remember the day vividly—explosions began in the distance, growing into a deafening roar. Smoke and fear engulfed us as we watched our neighbors flee in terror. We grabbed our children and ran, pushing through a sea of panic until we could run no more
The Day Our Lives Shattered
We once lived a simple and peaceful life, with my children learning and thriving. Now, we are left with nothing in a UNRWA shelter, lacking all basic necessities.
Your support and contribution can make a real difference and change our reality for the better. 🙏
Support Ibrahim's fight for survival
I’m Valeria, and I’m organizing this fundraise… Valeria V needs your support for Support Ibrahim’s
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #220 )✅️.
Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍
I hope you're doing well. 🌿
Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻
💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.
Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿
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making a new post bc the old one has lost traction so!
hi! my name is Leo, I'm a trans uni student who's been screwed over by student finance. slightly less screwed than before as they have updated my total but are still reducing 2k from what I should be getting!
It's under the minimum amount due to reductions, and I need 7.6k (not including £100 a month for bills (not including groceries etc!)) for my rent for the year. I have about £500 in my bank atm which is not enough to cover rent, bills or food for this month (by the 19th Dec) so any donations or reblogs would be greatly appreciated <3
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