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hero-hoe · 1 month

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Owner!Ghost with dogboy!Soap who gets puppygirl!Reader as a gift.

MDNI. 18+ ONLY

Hybrid au. Kidnapping tw, naive!reader, Fem!reader, handjobs (m/m). Ghost and Soap are a little off. Sadomasochism tw

Ghost who's had Soap ever since retiring being discharged due to injury and thought "fuck it, I need something to keep me busy", so he gets himself a retired dogboy. Nothing wrong with 'im, they just tend to cycle hybrids out after a few years of use. Any longer and they go a little wrong in the head. Something about their genetics and how they could get too into their tasks and needed human handlers on the outside.

Ghost is pretty sure the one he got is a little messed up anyway. Fine by him, the man had done his fair share of awful things, too far beyond being considered a good man anymore. At least having the mutt gave him purpose again, he was losing his mind trying to fit back in with polite society on his own. Johnny was Price's idea to get Simon out of his house, to take care of himself instead of wasting away in a bare bones cabin in the countryside. Take the dog on walks and all that, get a membership at one of those expensive city gyms that let hybrids in so they could both keep up on their training.

Johnny would bark his ear off about his time in the military, causing messes he never had to clean up and getting paid for it. And he didn't push when Simon said nothing about his own experience. And then they settled into a decent enough routine, too intimate to just be hybrid and handler, but Ghost wasn't a man who liked labels. They were just Johnny and Simon, that's all that mattered.

He got a good dog. Sure, he was a bit off, but nothing that couldn't be handled. He barked a lot, hated strangers, refused to sleep anywhere but Simon's room after the first few nights. And he was energetic, always bouncing off the walls or chasing down random animals in the woods. If he brought back something to snack on, Simon never minded, so long as he clean his own mess. Ghost wasn't above rubbing the dog's nose in the blood and mud puddle left on the kitchen floor. Good thing Johnny learned the first time.

It'd been a few years, Ghost hadn't bothered to keep track, but his silly pup was getting restless. Only after the third time coming home to Johnny humping himself stupid in the toy he'd gotten, teeth sunk into the pillows, did Simon finally take him to the vet. Trying to handle the situation himself hadn't helped, and he didn't like seeing his boy so miserable, even if he looked beautiful because of it. Simon swore Johnny never looked better than when he was desperate and on their sheets, fucking into a silicone pussy like his life depended on it and whimpering into a slobber covered pillowcase.

Everything was normal, the vet said, a waste of £150. It's actually a good thing, they told him, means he's healthy and happy enough to breed and is having ruts. Gave him three options: have Johnny fixed, let the mutt handle it himself every time, or get him someone to play with. Simon was offended at the idea of getting his pup snipped, immediately shutting the thought down. But he couldn't keep watching Soap sob and beg, pleading for something Simon didn't have. He held Johnny in his arms each but after that, making sure to stroke his needy pup through every orgasm needed with a hand around his neck for stability.

Johnny was a good dog, Simon relented. Never once bit without being told and made sure to moan nice and loud whenever he was hit. He deserved a treat.

So Simon did his research, went to all the shelters and breeders and even searched the parks for a new treat for his boy. Nobody was good enough, he thought, until he found you. Soft, sweet, and so, so innocent. You didn't hesitate to take his hand when he offered you a treat and some ear scratches, wandering away from your old owner and right into his truck.

You ate the special biscuits he gave you and fell asleep with a dopey smile on your face, so happy when he told you he was gonna take you home and introduce you to his puppy.

Johnny was at the door like always, waiting on his knees at the time Simon said he'd be home. He was anxious and confused today, able to smell you from outside as soon as Ghost pulled up. You smelled so good, but he hated the idea of Simon bringing another dog home. Was he not enough? He'd been so good, why would his master need another pup?

"Settle, mutt." Simon huffed as soon as he heard Johnny's whine, the hybrid kneeling obediently at the door with his ears tucked back. "Stop the damn whining. Got you somethin'." He huffed, shifting you in his arms.

Johnny scooted closer, staying on the ground and sniffing at you cautiously. One of Ghost's massive hands laced into a well maintained mohawk, tugging tight until he calmed down. The pain grounded him, a reminder that Simon was there, that he wasn't being replaced. "Fer me?" Johnny asked, taking another deep inhale along the skin of your thigh where is dangled over Simon's arm.

Ghost hummed, the sound pulling another whine from Johnny's throat. "Smells s'good." He whispered, eyes dilating as he crawled closer. "She's pure bonnie, Sir."

Straddling Simon's boot, rutting mindlessly against his shin while taking in deep huffs of your skin, Johnny couldn't wait to play with you.

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jhuzen · 1 year

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a what? [m.reader]

this… idk what this is. it’s very indulgent so excuse the very chill grammar. my head is hammered by all the hot men in hsr. so here. yes, they won me over (jfc how could they not my god, i’ve been waiting on them for months) ☠️ so here’s a self-indulgent cat-boy alignment from some tall men in hsr. i’ve been playing since the release and i’m already just a few exps away from level 40 send help.

𖦹 nsfw/suggestive contents, hcs ig, i use the speculative name for the trailblazer hehe, top reader :’D, this is basically a shitpost but also not LMAO.

GEPARD LANDAU — official dogboy, a lapdog too if you will

is this even a question at this point?

he’s your little pup (maybe not so little), and he radiates that golden retriever vibes. he’s a little more serious than that, sure, but rest assured, he’s always on you when you need him and he’s not particularly swamped with his guard duties as the captain.

he never fails to light up every time you pass by him when he’s out on patrol. he appreciates your little visits of course, sometimes even stopping by to bring him some food when you can. but there’s always something so magical whenever he sees you around the city, just minding your own business, not really aware that he can see you from his post.

and there’s just a spike of serotonin in gepard’s brain every time he ‘bumps’ into you in one of your personal excursions, romancing you with such subtlety (it’s really not much subtle, everyone and their mother in belobog knows you and him are together).

he thinks he’s so slick, trying to smooth talk you, when really, the tips of his ears are bright red, while you, completely unfazed only tried to hold in a laughter. what a trooper your boyfriend truly is!

serval thinks she should be getting second hand embarrassment from her brother’s actions towards you, but you both just looked so sweet that she just had to enjoy the view of you humoring her stiff as hell brother. he’s way too serious on the field (rightfully so), but it was all the more endearing to see a bit of that innocent glee that gepard somehow manages to manifest with you around.

he’s your good dogboy bro, always ready to serve you. though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate getting spoiled. your massages, especially your back rubs, are the highlight of his day after a grueling training — after his nice hot shower, with you guiding him all the way to your shared bedroom to give him a nice massage, it’s absolute bliss for him.

the cute sighs and the way his face becomes scrunched up as you worked the knots away from his muscles was adorable.

and if… the mood provides it, often times it leads to something a little bit more intimate than your wholesome little act of service.

gepard is a babygirl through and through man. he takes everything that you give him like a champ — extremely cooperative and will do anything as you say. maybe it’s because he likes being ordered around for once, maybe it’s because he finds it incredibly attractive to see you take charge… it could go either way and it drives him nuts.

he’s very loud, so you will be entertained at the plethora of ways gepard has to come up with just so he can’t be heard by the other neighbors while you completely wreck him.

handle with care after, please, he has to go to work the next day! we can’t have the famed captain of the silvermane guards limping around >:((

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SAMPO KOSKI — absolute mid with the way he’s a dog for seeking attention and a cat for being such a little bitch

congrats! you have a weird man for a boyfriend. the man that roams the streets of belobog be it in the underworld or overworld.

you vaguely recall the first time you and him met was when he was trying to persuade an overworld citizen in buying something, and you, as shameless as you are, moved towards him and squeezed the skin of his exposed waist, making the poor man yelp.

you gave him one questionable look before slut-shaming him with that getup, but not before buying your much needed supplies and leaving a sack of belobog currency.

admittedly, your relationship with sampo began as a transactional one. you buy stuff from him and he rewards you with a relatively risqué entertainment that your old folks would certainly faint from if they knew in the first place. but, as it turns out, even such a peculiar relationship can grow an oasis of genuine fondness for each other.

your dates before were just you and him meeting up in his place, hanging out, and then both of you just go on your separate ways. nowadays, it’s him that comes inside your house, incredibly woeful and in need of your attention and you oblige him regardless of how whiny he is.

oh, right, yes. sampo is whiny, have you seen him around his comrades? the man has the ‘woe is me’ attitude every now and then, and more often than not, you instigate that form of reaction whenever you tease him with a grin on your face.

there’s reasonable (or so i hope) amount of you calling out his outfit and why he feels the need to expose his waist only. sampo said it’s to attract customers like you, and you gotta hand the win on him on that one. though, it was becoming far more evident that you no longer see him as just an entertainment value and you as his source of income.

so. bloody. needy. it’s like he can’t live without your attention — thank the stars that the ban between the overworld and the underworld was lifted eventually so he can visit you more on the surface. one minute he skirts out of your home after some good fucking and then the next, he crawls back to you pathetically like a kicked puppy.

though, that is only to say that you got sampo absolutely hooked with your touches that he feels still lingering on his skin — you had an affinity for just harassing his poor waist while you call him names. he loves it anyway.

his clinginess comes with merit though, he appreciates the skin contact and you appreciate that chest of his to lay on. absolute king. if you tell him that his tits are the only selling point of why you finally fell for him, he will sulk and just sigh all day, looking at you with such disappointment.

“so i’m just a slab of meat to you, huh?” — sampo koski, xxxx

“pretty sure what’s in here are fats.” — you, nuzzling your face in his chest, xxxx

honestly, dating sampo feels like a one night stand, considering that he’s willing to limp away from your home in the crack of dawn, but it also feels just as endearing when he seeks you out or if you do the seeking, you could see how genuinely delighted sampo is to have you near him.

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JING YUAN — certified cat boy that’s just too good at fucking [with] you

mercilessly sly and an absolute mastermind, jing yuan has his fair share of mischief in the first place and you aren’t one he can spare despite having the honor of being the famed general’s partner.

you’re not so much of a fighter, you’re just a humble assistant to fu xuan (she disapproves of your poor taste in men though), but you learned to sleep with one eye open at the cost of you getting completely mauled to death by a general in need of his lover’s touch. he jumps at you with little to no warning, and you’re not certain if you should be proud of his stealth skills or just straight up be terrified lest you wake up to a succubus sucking you dry.

all that aside though, jing yuan is a passionate partner behind closed doors. he might look passive, but he’s sure to constantly be listening to your mumbling, even down to you just listing down what you need to buy for your home. he loves every part of you undoubtedly.

though, he likes to randomly charge you these fees wherein the currency is your warm hug. he could be a lot taller than you and still drape himself to your side while you hold him with one arm all the while cooking with the other.

a big, biiiiig cat, that’s for sure. and he accepts it, but on the account that you use it to tease lil ol’ him, get ready to be milked dry or at the very least, deprived of any form of affection from your cat.

he’s got a bit of an attitude too. he dreads the fact that you have a far more gentle disposition to his subordinates compared to him. you’re always so hard on him on work days, it makes him feel so lonely.

alas he has a remedy for that, particularly something you didn’t like at all.

mischief and a bored jing yuan on slow days are days you reminded yourself not to enter his office on, just to be safe and not get lured into his silly tricks. it always somehow fails, considering that he still is the general, and even though you are acting as fu xuan’s guide/assistant more than the general’s right hand man, you can’t refuse his calls because it’s still one of your responsibilities.

your cunning partner made sure to take advantage of that and cue… you writhing and breathless on his seat while he helped himself to your… offering from under the table. he promises he will be quick, but jing yuan is insatiable. for every time this happens, once or twice, a cloud knight would walk in to look for their general, and you had to talk to them without even giving away the embarrassing position you’re in.

hands down, a pillow princess if he’s not riding you to death. he’s the dozing general, but when the mood calls for it, he can take charge and just… leave you dry. so good luck with that.

cherishes the aftercare, he loves the slow intimate moments between you and him after. and if you’re a god at it, you can’t ever make him leave the bed, ever.

you once said, “oooh big stretch” when your beloved general did so one morning. that was the first and quite possibly the last time that you had him completely speechless for a good second. and that was saying a lot, considering that he always has the last word in your conversations. it became a core memory lmao.

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BLADE — another ultra catboy… except it’s the kind of cat that demands a lot from you after scratching your face

how in the many worlds did you ever pull this tormented man and his big sword? it’s concerning, really. kafka finds it amusing though that you even managed to make a space for yourself in blade’s little emo heart.

just laying it out there, you and blade babysit silver wolf and there’s no getting out of it apparently. kafka already placed you as the voice of reason when the one time she sent out only blade to look after silver wolf while you were off stalking the astral express gang, he dressed like a hobo, so much that he became extremely suspicious in sight more than he ever could dressed as just himself.

that aside, blade is probably one of the most demanding lovers you have dated (threateningly jealous at times too). no one can top him (but you ehe), he’s like a grumpy cat, literally swiping at you on the first few months before suddenly caving and asking you for almost everything.

really he just misses you, but he’s not into admitting such a fact. for the years that he’s gone through, whatever it may have been, you who did not care about who he was before was something that drew him in even more, you went at your own pace and it was no different when you became his. there was a sense of comfort that you brought to him.

so anyway, demanding partner that wants nothing but you. he’s extremely protective, which you found endearing, until you realized he will point a sword even to a little kid who so much as insults your face. not really good when you’re gathering intel when elio asks you both to do so.

dates with blade either includes the stellaron hunters because they are very fond of your relationship and are very nosy… or just you and him cooped up in your room, sleeping together, or ‘sleeping together’. not all too grand, but on missions that elio sends you both out on, you take the time to indulge your beloved and eat on different places, trying out delicacies of every particular world you visited in. blade doesn’t say much, but with the way his hand grips onto yours tightly already says a lot.

just throwing it out there, he is… quiet in bed. a grunter or a gasper, but if you really, really hit the right spot, he gives the deepest whine that leaves him shaking.

you either handle him with care or if he asks for it, go rough on him. like what was said, blade knows what he wants and will demand it from you all the same, no exceptions. and if you fail to live up to his expectations, he will move himself all the while glaring at you with so much disappointment.

he has… insane stamina, and if you can’t keep up, you better start working on that. the last thing that you want is to disappoint your vengeful boyfriend that has a lot of issues on his back. and while it’s not too bad of a sight to see your beloved imitate a sulking cat, it’s not so good when he ignores you. it’s not just about sex, if you so much as get that disappointing stare, best make it up to him and treat him like he’s your everything (as you should).

you once saw kafka and silver wolf planning out wedding destinations for you and blade at some point. you are unsure how to feel about your comrade’s deep involvement in your relationship — even more so when elio suggested the big wedding after you lot have accomplished your mission to the universe.

anyway, to say the least, your catboy is overly possessive and knows what he wants and can and will demand it from you. but even with such an overbearing personality and a terrifying look on his pretty face, you were already well versed in the blade language.

he thanks you on nights when you’re just out cold, probably tired from a mission, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. this man may have already considered elio’s proposal of the wedding date (jk).

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DAN HENG — third cat in a row. are all xianzhou men cats? but he’s the cat that’s quietly watching you, always listening

what do you mean he’s a [redacted for spoilers]? absolutely not. this man is a cat through and through.

the cat that silently watches you from afar while you do your own work. perhaps it’s because you always offer a sense of tranquility that dan heng found himself deeply enamored with you. you were just… so peaceful. it helped a lot, your presence soothed his deeply rooted anxieties born from his past. it’s as simple as you just shrugging and telling him, “why bother with anything else when i am alright where i am right now,” and dan heng fell hard.

you are as expressive as you can get, and can even get on the trailblazer and march’s antics. but the fact that you were mature enough to let yourself be resigned to the fate of time, that you were able to accept things as they are far better than anyone could, it was something your dearly beloved dan heng admired. in a sense, he also wanted to emulate whatever you’ve got going on.

bettering himself even more just because he loves you? goals. you changed this man and that was a sworn promise that he will never ever leave you from then on. always prowling around you, babysitting march 7th with you, reluctantly holding the trash the trailblazer rummages through with you, teaching old man welt how to use his beacon with you, etc.

that’s it, you can never pry dan heng out of your life anymore (unless you ask him to, in which case, please don’t, the man already has a lot to carry, how do you expect him to bear the weight of a broken heart from someone he thought he found happiness in?).

this catboy definitely lacks the expressiveness that you have, but just like any other stoic cat owner out there, you’ve basically read him well at that point. it’s almost as if you have the urge to make a guidebook about your boyfriend, and the aeons know that everyone in the astral express will eat it up.

he’s a little hard to coax at first to be more open in the beginning parts, but give him some time and he will be quicker to pry open than any other food that has an equally hard shell.

same thing in your more… intimate moments. give him some time to get used to things, especially if you’ve got far more experience at this sort of activity. go gentle, he loves the cradling embrace every time you ease yourself into him. he gets shy randomly out of nowhere in the middle of your little session, so do be patient.

though rest assured, he will grow bolder, eventually asking you to do all sorts of things that even you weren’t aware he knows about. he’s very eager to learn from you all the more, not just about the things that he prefers but what you also want! he’s extremely observant with your reactions, where you like to be touched.

let him take control every once in awhile, let him know that even in something as intimate as this, he can have a say. let him ride you until whenever, let him go at his own pace and he absolutely will lose his mind over that. the feeling of your arms around him, securing him in a tight hug while he drapes himself over you? dan heng will go nuts.

he’s also… very vocal. but he tries his best to keep it to a minimum lest you both let everyone in the express know what’s happening. usually though, you two only get frisky when everyone’s off the train and the only left are you, him, and dear ol’ pom-pom.

aftercares are everything to him, there’s something so touching at the fact that you are more than willing to still get up after being so spent just to make sure he’s comfortable after. you’re making this man cry, damnit! too good, too good.

never underestimate the tight grip he has on you — he’s usually the big spoon and he never hesitates to cling onto you. you’re like the safety that he finally found after running away from the things that trouble him. and every day with you is a day he always looked forward in waking up to.

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CAELUS — what the fuck is this? it’s not a dog or a cat. it’s a fucking trash panda.

ah yes, a raccoon with rabies (see: stellaron)

honestly, there’s no telling what is wrong with your boyfriend. it is… terrifying tbh. but you promised to be a supportive partner no matter how unnerving it is to see your beloved rummage through myriads of trash cans around belobog. more than once or twice, he has come up to you with a trash bag and even brought you a golden one.

you once asked what their use would be, and caelus just gave you a carefree smile while saying “we eat them to have better and stronger attacks against the enemy!” you quickly called dan heng and march to restrain him.

he texts you at the most ungodly hours. you don’t normally sleep at the same time as the other trailblazers since you took up the mantel in keeping watch of the express with pom-pom while the lot of you traversed through the heavenly galaxies of the universe. and because of that, your boyfriend just texts you until he falls asleep.

and when you are asleep in the day, before he heads out, he makes sure to tuck you in real good with a kiss for extra measure. seriously, he’s way too sweet for his own good. once or twice, you’ve caught him while you’re barely awake and he still manages to leave you flustered.

missions in different worlds means having to taste the myriad of delicacies a certain nation in a world has to offer. you both once ended up in a remote broken up island when the express made a quick stop in this one particular world that has… what do they call those again? archons? and you and caelus went ham on the dango milk (there was a distinct lack of trash cans around and everyone was safe from his addiction).

he loves you all too much, to the point where he’s attached to your hip, going wherever you go. getting all sulky when someone had your eye for a little bit longer. in that same nation in a world you stopped over, your eyes just happened to gaze a second longer at this young man with long braided blonde hair. though you were more interested in the tiny floating thing beside him, your raccoon was not able to inhale some copium and went all pouty at you.

either he ignores you, or he sends you a batch of sad pom-pom stickers in your beacon.

just wrap him in a blanket and fuck him silly, it can make him forget about the tiny things he was mad at you for. and just like dan heng, he can be very loud. so you kinda have to keep shushed up, a kiss usually does the trick however, so it shouldn’t be too hard to manage your little rowdy trailblazer.

he’s willing to take charge every now and then, he also still wants to make you feel good, after all! but he’s more of a pillow princess too, fuck him sideways and that gets him going, it makes him cry actual tears and alas, it was a blessing in your eyes to see him plead for you all the while trying to muffle his own sobs.

and after doing his head in, it is a must to spoon him after you clean him up. and maybe formulate a half-assed response when march comes knocking on your door, asking if you both fought or… let her come to an impending realization and just… make her not look at the both of you for a good week straight.

either way though, caelus is your pretty boy, always armed with witty teasing remarks and shitposts and a lot more stickers of pom-pom ready to flood your private messages with him.

10/10 -5 for the trash can obsession. ehe.

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stupidfuckingwindow · 5 months

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Bark like you want it // Ken

Content/warnings: Somnophilia, dub-con (consent not explicitly given but implied), dry humping. Three is my lucky number when it comes to writing men cum. I meant to incorporate knotting but had no idea how to. Afab reader, handjob given by said reader.

Notes: He's more dogboy than werewolf here but that's okay it's still horny. This one took me a WHILE. Thank you again goosecord for giving me the inspo for this.

Word count: 2.3k

You'd found him during a quiet hike, a little ways into the forest and close to a nearby lake. He had seemed normal enough to you, and you'd simply assumed he was just someone's dog who'd escaped their owner's fence. His fur was an off, dirtied white, all matted and leaves sticking to him. Blue eyes that you could've sworn glinted yellow in the light of your fireplace. His foot had been caught in an old bear trap, and the horrible whines of pain that he'd made had brought you to him.

He'd cried in the bath, clung desperately to your arm while you attempted to wash off all the dirt from him. The sound of the faucet had startled him terribly, and he'd buried his face into your neck while you rinsed him over with soap, whimpering at every little new thing or inconvenience. You'd had to hold him through it. He wouldn't quiet until you did, seemingly comforted greatly. And, once you had toweled him off, all he'd do was follow you around, walking closely behind your feet and tail constantly wagging.

It'd become so absurd that he had begun demanding (in the best way a dog could, anyway,) to sleep in your bed. He'd whine and drag you around by the sleeve until you let him stay, or lick your face until you had no choice. In a way, he'd made a damn convincing pet.

All the more surprising when, one night, he'd gone from man's best friend to man himself, with even less of the boundaries to boot. Ken loved having hands, to hold you by the hips with and press you to him. And, while he'd liked being babied, it wasn't this. Demanding constant affection and getting it isn't the same as getting to hold someone back, as getting demands for affection and giving it. But why won't you kiss him, anymore? That's an offense, not kissing his nose and face anymore. If he's lucky, you'll press your lips to his forehead goodnight.

And, on top of that, you don't even let him sleep in the same bed anymore! Ken could excuse kisses, but this is just too far. How dare you lock him out of your room at night to sleep on your cold leather couch. The couch can't hold him like you and it doesn't smell as nice as you, and it's just not fair. Every night, he whines at your door like a puppy in an attempt to be let in, and every night it doesn't work.

Frankly, Ken has had enough of this. He'll get his kisses and comfortable bed with you if it's the last thing he does. He doesn't go straight to your door to beg to be let in, this time. Ken waits a little while, intently listening for any noises. There's a distinct lack of that soft clicking sound close to the doorknob. Did you already lock it? Did you forget to lock the door? Ken doesn't know, but he'll find out. He waits it out, hearing you slide into bed via the rustling of the covers. He forces himself to wait until all he can hear is your breathing. He constantly checks the clock on the counter, impatience running through his veins just under his skin.

Ken's nerves are frayed and all over the place as his fingers slowly wrap around the cold metal of the doorknob. The fan is on blast in your room, sending a chill up his arms, and goosebumps form. His hair rises against the back of his neck, and his fingers slightly shake. But not from the cold. It's been put into his brain that he's supposed to ask, but he already has! Ken swears he's still a good boy. He has to be, right? It's your fault you wouldn't cuddle with him anymore.

A faint whine leaves his throat at the sight of you, all curled up in a comfy bed. He can't stop the quick movements of his tail, excited and nervous all at once. His ears flatten against his head, in worry he'll be kicked out of your room at a moment's notice. But Ken's not going to chicken out after all this time. It may not ever happen again. What if he loses his chance? He's not gonna find out, not tonight.

He draws closer, climbing into bed behind you. The bed sinks beneath his weight, and he holds his breath just for you to not even stir. With slow, steady movements, he scoots closer, wrapping his arms around your torso and burying his face against your shoulder. You're so warm, in the way that Ken remembered and thinks about often. He pulls you flush against his body, craving the delicious heat of your skin. His shirt barrs him from feeling you closer, so he rushes to tug it off and hold you to him. Deeply, Ken inhales. You smell good, vaguely like the rain from earlier, after you'd gotten caught in it. A little like dirt, after he'd surprise tackled you.

His tail thumps against the bed, moving the sheets beneath him with soft thudding sounds. Already feeling you this close has him whimpering at the back of his throat, shorts feeling a little tighter and need rushing through him. His fingers squeeze around you slightly, and Ken feels you shift around. His heart pounds at the back of his throat as you roll around and wrap your arms around his neck, burying your nose in his hair. The second he accidentally grinds his growing erection against your ass is the same second he's a goner, letting out a sharp gasp that jolts you awake.

A low moan leaves Ken, directly in your ear and he curls his body further around you. His hips roll into yours, and Ken's hands grip your waist, digits digging into your sides. His lips meet the back of your neck, sucking at the tender skin there to muffle his whimpers (although, to no avail).

You panic, for a minute, hands feeling around mindlessly until they find his face. You tangle your fingers in his hair, lightly tugging at it. You know it's Ken, by the noise that leaves his throat. That voice that's so familiar and hard to forget. He sobs into your shoulder at the feeling of your hand lost in his curls, massaging his scalp as he ruts his clothed cock against your lower back. "Hurts," he whispers, to you, under his breath.

You comfort him through it, feeling the way Ken's hands paw at your clothes in an attempt to tug them off, but he's too impatient and misses the mark. All he manages to do is ball up the material tightly, lightly pulling. All the while his hips buck into you, desperate sounds leaving him. You have to help Ken, tossing your shirt somewhere with little hazard or care put into it. His hands cup your chest, squeezing and massaging at the soft flesh of your tit. He rubs circles into your nipple with his thumb, and his tongue slides a long stripe up your neck, seemingly desperate to taste you. You feel his teeth brush your shoulder, but he doesn't sink them into you.

A gasp, loud and as if needing air, is heard, and his hips stutter. More whines leave him, and his entire body shivers as he cums, hard. You let him ride out his orgasm, feeling the way his breathing quickens and the tightening of his grasp around you. A broken sob leaves Ken, and he nestles his face between your shoulder blades as he cries from overstimulation.

He's out like a light not too long after.

When you've awoken again, his hands are just as tight around your waist, softly snoring and drool at the corner of his lip. You roll over to face him, brushing the hair out of his face. The quiet beating of a wolf's (or, dog's, really. Ken acts enough like one,) tail is heard thudding against the bed- A subconscious reaction, probably. Your fingertips trace his jaw and brush over his lips, pulling a smile out of Ken. The sound of that gentle thudding against your mattress becomes louder, faster, and overall more excited.

His eyes open a couple moments later, still clearly drooping tiredly. They flutter shut, and you hear his slow, quiet breaths. A severe contrast to the frantic panting from him last night. But, thinking over the things you're about to do to Ken, you figure that's not something you'll be missing very long.

You pry yourself out of his grasp, feeling the chill of the air on your skin from the fan you'd left on overnight. You reach out, turning it off. The cold doesn't completely leave you, and the sound of confusion that leaves Ken is one to be noted.

As you slowly begin to undress both yourself and Ken, you notice it. Sparkling, glittery pink cum that's stained the material of his boxers. It's got an almost tack-y feel. Runny and thin, sticking to your fingertips as you spread your fingers and inspect the fluid. Temporarily distracted, you gather some more of it and spread it over your lips, like lip gloss. It's then you pull Ken into a proper kiss- One that's already got him needily whining and his cock standing to attention. You pull what little the two of you are wearing off, maintaining that kiss that Ken is all too willing to never let up.

You curl a hand around the base of his dick, feeling Ken whimper against your mouth and his hips jump. You pull away, once your lungs start burning for air, and the two of you pant. A faint line of your spit, mixed with his, still connects the two of you.

His face is all flushed. Perfect, flawless skin taking a more pinkish tone in his cheeks. Platinum blond hair falling around his head and framing it like a pretty halo against the bed. Pupils blown out and eyelids still a little puffy- slightly red from last night. Ken wets his lips, nervously. His swallows harshly, under your intensive focus on him and the way you study him. Ken slightly shutters in a shaking exhale, shivering a little at both the colder morning air and under your attention.

But Ken loves it. Loves the way you slowly crawl on top of him. The way your thighs trap either side of his body to the bed and your warmth. The weight of your body that he finds perfect comfort in. He likes your hand wrapped around his cock, gently stroking but oh, so good. He can't help the way his body moves to meet your hand, or the way everything in him jolts when you give him a little squeeze. Nor can Ken help the whines that leave him, or the desperate quickening of his hips bucking upwards while he fucks your hand. The tears that leave him after this orgasm, too, are something that just comes naturally. It's not something Ken knows how to stop, and he's not sure he wants to, considering all the attention you give him afterwards.

His hands shoot out to cup your face, pulling you closer in another messy kiss. Ken's thumbs stroke gently at each of your cheeks, as if it's you the one who's crying and not him. There's some more glitter now covering your hand and stomach, his cum still just as unnaturally pink colored. Ken needily moans against your lips when his tongue meets yours, and he's wildly out of experience and practice. His teeth clack softly against yours, and his sharp canines knick your bottom lip, which makes it sting and burn, a little from the pain. And when you start tasting something metallic, Ken laps the blood from the corner of your mouth.

Any excuse to taste you is one Ken is going to start making. He can't get enough. He's not going to have to, if he has any say in it. He'll always have his hands on you or your hands will be on him whenever it's possible. He'll ask you to tangle your hands in his hair whenever you kiss. Already, his cock is starting to harden in your loose grip at just the thought of all of that.

He whines when you pull away to breathe, head already following yours to feel your warmth against him again. You press a hand to his chest and push him back down against the mattress, and any sounds of complaint from him stop. Still, he's incredibly impatient. Ken's favorite new thing just got taken away and he feels as though he's going to throw a fit if he doesn't get it back. But his worries are halted when your full attention is back on him. When your body lifts a little and you guide his cock close to your entrance, slipping the head just past your folds.

He yelps, at the new feeling. He gasps when his hips subconsciously jolt upwards, and Ken's hands grab at your thighs, clumsily feeling around until he properly gets a hold on your body. The moan you make spurs him on further, and a choked noise leaves Ken when he thrusts into you again. He digs his nails and fingertips into your hips, movements already sloppy. And, once he does finally bottom out, he's already cumming again, whining even more while his body just. Won't. Stop. Moving. His back arches against the bed, broken gasps following every breath and frantic jump of his hips. His head falls back, eyes squeezing shut and sweat forming on his brow.

"Please," He hoarsely mutters, throat sounding scratchy and rough. Like something were caught in his throat. A low whine leaves his throat. "Please-" He tries again, hips rolling to meet yours. Ken reaches a shaky hand up, brushing his thumb over your lips. His breathing slows, and Ken slowly swallows. He wets his lips before he whispers, "You're so pretty."

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