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Arkha Corvus whose cock is genuinely hard to take, his height being such a turn on for you and for him. He practically envelops you, no matter what size you are, skinny or chubby, he dwarfs you. so as he slowly fucks his fat cock into you, each thrust slowly pushing more and more of his cock in. He’s whispering sweet nothings combined with nasty words into your ear, making you drip. You feel so stuffed full, even if he’s only halfway in, the squelch of your first orgasms against the both of you is disgusting. Hes got you in missionary, and then pushing your knees up up up, reaching your ears, needing the slow push and deep angle to fully slip into you, and when he does, you know you’re not getting any sleep tonight.

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Enjin who has you in doggy, his big hand splayed across your lower back, his fat cock pistoning in and out, at a steady pace. It makes you sob, the way his massive cock just draaaaggggsss against your sweet spot. the arch in your back allowing him to pull you back and forth, a lazy rhythm that has you sobbing. He’s fucking teasing you, edging your pleasure, you need more, want more. You grab his hand that’s on your waist, nails digging into his wrist. It’s painful how his cock brushes your sweet spot, almost too much but never enough. His massive hands roam your body, teasing your nipples, groping your hips, squeezing the fat on your ass. And after what seems like forever, his finger circles your clit/tip, pushing you over the edge.

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Gris who has you laid over his lap, ass red and throbbing from the spankings he gave you. You were a brat, you deserved it, yet it didn’t help the whine slipping through as three of his thick fingers plunge into you, abusing your sweet spot. Your body is throbbing with pleasure, thighs shaking. It hurts, the pleasure hurts, his fingers hurt but they hurt so good. fat tears trickle down your face as he denies your orgasm once again. Thighs red and sore from spankings as well, it was too many, and both you and him gave up on counting. And when he finally has you doggy style, sinking into your wet heat, you cum almost immediately. It’s pathetic how worked up you are, and he doesn’t stop, not until he’s finished filling you up for being so good for him, so good to just take the punishment that you deserved.

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Bro Santa who has you chest to back, hand around your throat as he fucks into you, holding you up by your neck. His cock, thick and long, knocking the air out of your lungs with each thrust. Such a big man with very even proportions to his height, his other big hand pressed against your lower stomach just so he could feel himself. It’s dizzying how well he knows your body, how well he fucks into your sweet spot, the pressure on your neck dizzying enough to amplify pleasure. His lips next to your ear, and he’s promising you that he’s gonna fuck you enough, cum enough times to give you a baby, to give his son a sibling. And he makes true to his promises, tiring you out with so so many rounds, spilling into you. Even if it’s not possible that you can get pregnant, he doesn’t give up, not until your sex is dripping with his release.

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August who finally lets you fuck him, your hands on the lower part of his thighs, pressing his legs up up up, letting your cock/strap slip deeper and deeper into him. He whimpers, the sheer size of you stretching him out oh so good. And oh god he’s loud with how good it feels, eyes rolled back as your hips slowly roll against his. His nosies get worse as your hips pick up pace, snapping against his. You let him cum, but you don’t stop, not when he begs you to have mercy on his poor ass, not when a minute later, he begs you to go faster. You’re being so mean to him, so mean with his pleasure, just like he is sometimes with you. He blabs on as you fuck him dumb, he becomes oh so stupid on your cock/strap, promising he’d never ever be mean to you ever again.

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Follo who loves watching you ride him, hips twitching, hands grabbing at your waist. He’s pathetic, whimpering and whining, eyes rolled to the back of his head. He’s so pretty like this, covered in sweat and cum, all blissed out. You can’t help but ride him into completion again, and again, his cock dragging against your sweet spot, his past few releases squelching around. He whines for you, begs for you to keep going, even after his hip twitch, even after tears prick his eyes. Even when he sobs, three orgasms deep, and when you slow down, worried about him, he just lets out another sob and beg. He wants you to keep going, to use him for your own pleasure. He’s in heaven, your hot hot wetness only amplified by his past releases’ noises slipping and squelching between you two.

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Tamsy who ties you up, using a vibrator against your most sensitive spot, sitting nearby to simply watch you whine, watch you shake with pleasure. He’s ruthless, not stopping even after you cum. And when he finally gives in to all your pleas and begging, finally sinking his long cock into you, he doesn’t hesitate to continue to tease, to take pleasure for himself. He’s selfish as his slow thrusts edge you, watching you attempt to squirm, to get more friction. Those glass like eyes pierce you, you can’t tell what he’s thinking when you beg and squirm against him. He doesn’t give in, not for a while anyways, not until he’s cum at least twice does he give you the satisfaction of an earth shattering orgasm. Tamsy is a mean mean man.

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Zodyl who kneels for no one but you, sinking in between your legs, mouth hot against your sex. You really think he’s doing it for your pleasure? no way in hell. He does it cause he’s a munch, he does it cause he enjoys it, cause he loves your taste, cause he loves the way you attempt to squirm away once an orgasm has crashed on you. He loves the desperate pleas and whines, the way your nails dig into his broad shoulders. The way you shake from overstimulation, the way your face looks wrecked, tear soaked and spit soaked. The way your pretty sex looks, wet, slobber and your own juices mixed. You’ve tugged on his hair way too much, trying to take him away from his meal? How insane you must be to disobey him. He’s done when he says he’s done and you haven’t come nearly enough for his liking. You on the other hand, you can’t get enough of how he looks in between your legs, mouth soaked from your past releases, face buried against your sex, tired eyes watching your every move. It makes your skin heat up, it makes you crave more.

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Jabber who lets you hold a knife to his throat as you ride him, scratch marks littered his body. He’s wrecked, ruined, you’ve ruined him for anyone else. You had started this sexcapade by tracing the knife down his body, over his most sensitive parts, occasionally drawing blood, then making him cum, over and over and over again. It didn’t matter how much pain he felt, it only made him want more. you made sure to not cut too deep, we wouldn’t want to have to explain the injury’s to a healer (he gladly would tho). His lips bleeding, tongue bleeding from your bites, neck littered in scratch marks and bite marks. Heaven had to have sent you down cause you were so perfect for him.

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August - Squirting

“Augie,” you whine, hand gripping his hair as he licks over your sensitive clit. “Feels so good”

“Yeah?” He says, waiting for you to nod before he leans back down. He sucks on your clit as he pushes a dildo inside you. He’s no stranger to toys; he's fond of using them on you. You're a few orgasms in, back pressed against August's desk as he holds you in place. You're soaked, chest heaving and writhing while August sucks at your clit. He can't help it; he loves how you taste.

You're going to cum again, you can feel it building. It's an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of your stomach as August works the toy into you even faster. Even while he's eating you out, he’s not quiet, moaning against your skin. A few more thrusts and you finally cum, you cry out his name as you gush around the toy. August pulls the toy out of you, but he doesn't move away, drinking up everything you have to offer him. His tongue flicks over your clit again, but you’re too sensitive and push his head away.

“Fuck baby, that was so hot,” He says. He kisses his way up your body. “You sounded so beautiful.” His voice is whiny and desperate. “I need to see it again, need to make you do that around my cock”

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Bro - Blindfold

He works so hard, he needs some time to let go. When you tell him as such, he says that whatever you’re willing to give him is perfect, and you don’t have to do anything extra for him. He’s perfectly fine spending any time with you. When you suggest that there's something else you want to try, he’s all down for it.

You’re completely naked, straddling his lap, wrapping his bandana around his eyes. He lets you do as you please, enjoying the sensation of your hands on his body. Then you back away, and he can’t feel you anymore. He focuses on what he can hear; the sound of you shuffling down the bed is clear. When you press a kiss to his left thigh, he jumps, clearly not expecting it. You giggle, and he lets out an amused exhale. You press another kiss to his hip, and he gives the same reaction. “Doesn’t it feel more intense when you don’t know it's coming?” you ask, punctuating your question with a bite to his other thigh. The sensation makes him moan.

You pull back for a moment, leaving him with zero idea of what to expect, then take his hard cock into your mouth. The sensation makes him moan out, jerking his hips slightly. His hand flies to the back of your head as he gets lost in the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him.

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Corvus - Public Sex

“When I ask you to do something, you say ‘Yes, Sir’ and do it” Corvus grunts as he bends you over his desk. You’re the only person, besides Semiu, who can get away with giving the boss attitude the way that you do. You still get punished for your teasing words; it's just very different from what anyone else would receive for pushing him. One of his hands grips your hip, holding you in place as he guides his thick cock into you. When he bottoms out he pulls you up so your body is flush against his. “Are you going to keep talking back to me?” He asks. It takes a while to rile him up to this point, but it’s a special talent you possess. You say “No, Sir,” but the grin on your face makes it clear to him you’re lying. He tuts, shaking his head at you.

He lets you go, pushing you back down. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck the disobedience out of you”

“Yes, Sir,” you moan, as he finally begins to move. A harsh hand comes down on your ass, and the force jolts you forward. You squeal at the sting and immediately cover your mouth, something Corvus clearly doesn’t like. He reaches forward pulling your hand away from your face.

“Are you ashamed of how I make you feel?” he asks.

“No, it's just that Enjin and Semiu are right outside.” You can feel his cock twitch when you say it. He looks over at the door, realising it’s not locked and they could come in at anytime.

“And what’s wrong with them seeing? What if I just invited them in so they can see that you can, in fact, behave?” His thrusts are harsher, his grip on your hips is tighter, almost as if he’s trying to make you louder. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir”

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Enjin - Cum Play

“Shit, we’re out of condoms” He says, throwing the box behind him. You’re so needy that your instincts take over and you pull him back down into a kiss.

“Promise you’ll pull out?” you ask as he kisses down your neck.

“Fuck yeah”, he breathes against your skin. He reaches down to guide himself into you, moaning at the feeling. He kisses you again as he fucks you. Though he’d never verbalise it, Enjin is a huge sap when it comes to you. The kiss is intimate, and it spurs the two of you on. His hips snap against your thighs as you tremble in his grip. He feels so good, you know you wont last. “Im gonna cum. Cum for me, pretty girl,” he says, reaching down to play with your clit. He wants to feel you cum around him before he pulls out. You cum hard, body tensing beneath Enjin as he tries his best to hold out while your perfect pussy pulses around him.

Enjin can’t hold back any longer, he pulls out and wraps his fist around his cock. He cums with a groan of your name, and you stay in place as he coats your tummy in the cum. When he’s done painting your body, he takes a few moments to look at you. You’re breathing heavily, makeup smudged, sweaty and covered in his cum; you’re his. His cock starts twitching as he looks at the reminder of how good your body makes him feel.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby. Look so good covered in cum” he groans as he drags two fingers through the mess on your stomach. He lifts your fingers to your mouth, smiling as you happily take the fingers into your mouth.

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Gris - Marking

It's the next morning, while he's getting dressed, that he sews the marks. He presses his finger into the blooming mark on his hip, sighing at the dull ache that follows. You've left your mark all over him and the idea that you've claimed your territory has him getting hard in his pants.

He considers trying to ignore the feeling, but when he looks down at you still lying in bed, he's overcome with the need to rail you again. You immediately greet him when you feel his weight dip into the bed.

“You left your claim on me” he says, pulling you into a kiss. “Want to do it again?” He asks as he takes off his shirt. The idea that if anyone get a glimpse of the marks, they'll know he belongs to you makes him unbelievably horny. He does belong to you, and he intends to show you that with his cock. It doesn't take long for him to get the two of you down to underwear and positioned so that you're now straddling him. You grind your hips against his as you suction your lips to his neck, leaving behind a mark that he won't be able to cover up.

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Semiu - Bondage

She has your wrists bound to the headboard with sturdy handcuffs as she teasingly kisses your body. She Wants to see you writhe and scream her name as you take what she gives you. She's had the idea for a while now. Though she's always been a tease, this new kink seems to have brought out a whole new side of her.

She is between your legs, holding a vibrator to your clit. She's been edging you for what feels like hours, everything you get close to cumming, she shuts off the vibrator. She loves seeing you writhe and tug at the handcuffs as the frustration builds. She watches as your back arches and your hips instinctively roll against the toy. A satisfied grin stretches across her face as she once again clicks the toy off.

“Fuck, Semiu. Please just let me cum” you whine. She puts the toy down and shuffles forward. You can feel the tip of the strap she's wearing slip between your pussy lips and catch at your entrance. You whimper at the feeling, desperate for any stimulation.

She pushes in just the tip and stops. She watches in amusement as you attempt to adjust your hips and take more of her but are unable to due to your restraints.

“Oh baby, we've only just started”

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Enjin is the one who primarily teases him for it, telling you to keep your husband on a leash. Needless to say, there have been many near altercations that you’ve had to intervene in which usually ends with Gris pulling you into his arms and growling at anyone who gets too close. Semiu then usually slaps Enjin over the head, scolding him for riling Gris up in the first place.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t love his possessiveness. It was endearing in a strange way. You don't always quite understand hybrid habits, but you try not question things too much.

One habit you did pick up on was that closer to his ruts, the clingier Gris got.

If he were to be completely honest, Gris doesn't like inconveniencing you with his ruts. Sure, you're his wife and mate for life, and you've told him that it was okay multiple times. You knew what you were signing up for when you married a hybrid. That still doesn't make him uneasy about it nonetheless. He doesn't like how he loses control, and he'd be sick to his stomach if he hurt you in anyway.

But it's not like Gris can hide his desires for you during his rut. In fact, it's practically torture for him to be separated from you. And he can't bring himself to care about how pathetically desperate he acts, immediately pouncing on you the moment enter the room.

“Mine.”

The way he utters that singular word, a near growl in the back of his throat, has a shiver curling down your spine. It wasn’t just possessiveness. It was a proclamation.

His breath is hot against your skin, his canines grazing your clavicle ever so slightly making you whimper nervously. When he bites down suddenly, hard enough to draw blood, you yelp.

“Mine…” Gris grumbles. His tongue presses against the wound to clean it. The initial sting dissolves to a faint throb. But he kisses the mark he left so gently that you almost don’t even notice it. “Mine,” he repeats, groaning slightly as he presses himself into you. The throbbing hardness of his length has his body burning. “Mine. Mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

You curl your fingers into his hair. Gris actually whimpers when you kiss along his jaw. “I’m yours, Gris.”

And that’s all it takes for him to break.

Gris rips your shirt, tearing the fabric apart with relative ease. You don’t even get the chance to complain about him ruining your top, because he delivers the same treatment to your bottoms before snapping the wire of your bra, causing your breasts to spill out.

“Gris-ah!” You tremble when his mouth is on you, toying with your sensitive nipple between his teeth while he works your panties down your hips.

“I can smell your arousal, my mate,” Gris gasps. His finger traces across your slit, collecting your wetness before they prod through your needy entrance.

You whimper, hips bucking up for more. “Please, Gris…”

Gris retracts his fingers, making you whine at the loss of touch. “Any other time I would take my time—fuck—taste you properly. But right now, every one of my instincts is telling me to ravish you.”

He fumbles to free his straining erection from the confines of his pants, whining frustratedly when he struggles to kick them away. You try not to laugh and help him pull them off.

The fabric of his boxers is soaked through with slick. The sight of the thick outline of his cock makes your mouth water and your cunt throb, eager to have him fill you. And when he finally pulls the waistband down, his cock slaps against his lower abdomen, smearing white pre across his skin.

“Baby~” Gris whimpers as he ruts himself against you. The blushing red tip nudges against your clit making your breath hitch. You notice how unfocused his eyes looks, pupils blown wide. He swallows thickly, and you note the slight tremble of his frame as he seems to hesitate.

Or rather, hold back.

“Gris,” you say sharply. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him close enough to kiss. “It’s ok. Fuck me like you want. You know I like it rough.”

With that nudge, whatever little restraint Gris had left snaps. You wrap your legs around his waist and he’s bottoming out in one rough thrust. You gasp at the stretch of him, but Gris gives you little time to adjust to his size. Just like you asked, your husband fucks into your hard and fast, each deep stroke kissing against your cervix making your toes curl.

You can barely formulate the words to speak. Tears clinging to your eyelashes as you feel your pleasure reach closer and closer to that peak that has you cumming with a gasp. Gris growls as your gushing cunt clamps around him, before the sound melts into a strangled groan as his hips stutter erratically.

Then you feel it.

The tell tale throb at the base of his cock.

The feeling of him becoming impossibly bigger as his knot begins to swell.

“G-Gris?”

“Shh. You’re f-fine,” he grunts.

His hands grip your hips, trying to grind into you deeper. The base of his cock begins to swell, press, press, pressing against your entrance but not quite able to breach past.

“You can take it.” Gris groans, still trying to push his swollen knot into you. He ruts against you further—desperately and almost frantically—his knot catching against your aching entrance again and again. “You can take it,” Gris repeats, his voice cracking. “Just let me in.”

Your mouth falls open and a silent scream. The strangled gasp dissolves into a moan as Gris's cock bottoms out with a squelching pop. And you're left feeling so full. You can feel everything, every pulsing vein and slow grind of his swollen cockhead massaging against your sensitive walls.

“Hah I’m in,” Gris pants. “You’re okay, yeah?”

“I’m—fuck—okay.” You’re dizzy, every slight shift has him reaching somewhere new.

He shudders. “I need…” His hips immediately stutter forward. When you yelp, he cups your cheeks, kissing you to stifle your whines.

“Need to get my beautiful mate pregnant with my pups. Need to have your stomach swollen with my child—ah—then there will be no doubt to everyone else that you are mine.”

Bro Santa - Bear

Despite being considered a predatory animal, Bro is the most gentle and sweetest husband. He’s more of a teddy bear than anything else, always showering you with affection and care. In part because he’s so much bigger than you, Bro is often worried about potentially hurting you that he’s always making a conscious effort to treat you and Dear with tenderness.

Arguably, the biggest adjustment and probably the most difficult part about being married to him is hibernation season.

Every winter Bro’s metabolism slows, causing him to sleep mostly throughout the season. You would be lying though if you said it wasn’t lonely at times. Sure, during the time, he’s not completely unavailable. In fact, he’s tells you to wake him if there’s ever truly an emergency or if you need him. But because he’s so groggy and his heart rate drops making him sluggish, you feel bad disturbing him when you don’t need it.

You and Dear at least have each other and make do, adjusting to your own little routine without Bro for the month or two he hibernates. But you're definitely eagerly counting down the weeks until he fully wakes, which you're hoping is soon as spring draws near.

Entering your shared room, you quietly make your way through the nest of clothing items your husband had gathered around the bed, trying not to disturb him.

Bro slept soundly in the middle of the bed, his chest steadily rising and falling which each shallow breath. You smile softly, tracing your hand across his cheek watching how his ears twitch in response. He was surprisingly warm, his skin hot to the touch. But then, if you recalled correctly, Bro had once told you that bear hybrids' body temperatures didn't drop like other species that hibernate. So it couldn't be too out of the ordinary.

You leave him be, heading to the connected bathroom to take a quick shower. When you get out, wrapping the fluffy towel around your body, you think you're almost imagining the rustling noise you hear in the bedroom.

You pause. "Bro?" Peeking your head out the door, you're surprised to see your husband sitting up on the edge of the bed, but it quickly is replaced with excitement as he slowly stands. "Bro!"

Bro appears groggy, seemingly still half asleep, as he lumbers toward you. But you grow concerned with how unsteady he is on his feet, swaying almost drunkenly while trying to get to you. "Hey, are you okay?" you rush to his side. "If you're still tired, lay back down for--oh shit!"

He was burning up.

"My love," the deep timber of Bro's voice sends shivers down your spine.

He looks you over with a hazy—hungry—look in his eye. A deep flush coats his cheeks.

"I think...my rut's started."

One second, you’re standing before your husband, the next, you’re on the floor amid the pile of clothes with the towel torn from your body. He didn’t even bother taking the few short steps it would require to get you on to the bed.

You hardly register being flipped on your backside before your leg is thrown over Bro’s shoulders and he’s desperately trying to squeeze his engorged length past your pussy’s fluttering lips.

“Come on~” Bro grunts, almost sounding frustrated as he languidly rolls his hips, struggling to press deeper. Despite the messy arousal coating his cock, your quivering walls seemed to resist him. Or, that’s what he convinced himself was the problem. “Come on. Come on. Come on.”

Not taking into consideration how big he actually was. One look at the girth of his cock’s reddened tip alone would be a dead give away that it’d be a tight fit. But the idea that Bro couldn’t fit at all hadn’t even crossed his mind to begin with.

“Hah—please.” Bro groaned, lips gracing yours in a brief kiss. “Let me in, please. Need to—shit.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, tensing as you felt the fat head of his cock nudge through your pussy’s slick folds, trying to stretch your womb into the shape of his length. "P-please. Don't push me away."

"I-I'm not. I-It's just...B-Bro-ack! S-shit!” You shudder. Your back arches, body tensing. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

“A-and?” Sweat beads on the base of his brow, and the slightest whimper leaves his lips as he tries to urge his hips forward. “Has to fit. Need it to—fuck—fit.”

With a firm hold on your waist, Bro uses all his strength to thrust into you in one go. The deep penetration has you squealing and digging your nails into his arms. He only hisses from the slight pain, a shudder running through his body from the feeling of your walls enclosing around him.

You could barely breathe, let alone find the words to speak as the get lodged in your throat and tears prickle against your eyelashes.

His cock stretched you to the brim. Your pussy struggled to adjust to the girth, but Bro had just enough patience to not immediately begin pounding into you like he desperately wanted.

“Gonna fit…” Bro mumbles. He traces his hand across your abdomen, feeling over the indentation of his cock pressing against your womb. “N-need it to fit inside.”

“W-what? W-wait.”

That’s when you realize, when Bro bottomed out, he already came.

As he moved his hips, dragging his length against your walls, globs of his release leak out, staining the carpet, hot and sticky as it smears against your puffy clit. He glowers, before thrusting back into you leaving you gasping. You swear dots star your vision as your back bows from the floor. But Bro has a firm hold on your thigh, keeping you from turning away as he grinds deeper into you.

“Inside…need it to fit…inside…” Bro babbles. He chokes out a gasp, hips stuttering to fuck his cum further into you despite his own overstimulation that seized his body. “H-has to stay inside. H-has to stick.”

“B-Bro, why are you—“ you can barely finish your question, shuddering out a moan.

“Because…” His lips briefly brush against yours. And he cups your cheek with such a tenderness that it has your heart fluttering. "B-by the end of the season, h-have to give you a baby. Want you to carry my cubs."

Enjin - Snow Leopard

You think Enjin is such a pretty hybrid, and it’s an insane boost to his ego.

He’s already a rare breed. Big cats aren’t common enough as it is on the Ground, but that initially intrigued you to him during the early stages of your relationship. His fur is such a pale blonde that almost looks white, and he’s got a long, yet strong, tail that likes to wrap around you and pull you close to him.

Enjin won’t admit it, but he is in fact a jealous lover.

Hybrid or not, he doesn’t like when anyone gets too close to you, but he’s not gonna say it directly. He’s not the type to growl or snap at someone else. He simply pouts until you give him attention. And for someone who complains about disliking clingy people, he’s definitely the clingiest guy there is (again, something he won’t admit.)

Closer to his ruts, the worse his clingy behavior gets. Enjin’s on you so much that it’s nearly impossible for other hybrids to distinguish between your scent and his.

Like, Enjin genuinely believes you’re supposed to be attached at the hip, and gets lowkey offended when you try to go anywhere or do anything without him. Even when you insist on taking a shower, alone for once because someone can’t keep their hands to themselves, you’re a hundred percent sure that Enjin’s sitting outside the door sulking.

“I swear, that man won’t let me breathe sometimes,” you mutter under your breath as you rinse the soap off your body. “I love him to death but he can go overboard.”

Turning off the faucet, you step out the shower to quickly dry off and dress in your pajamas, which was really just one of Enjin’s oversized shirts. As of late, he was more insistent on you wearing his clothing. Not that you were complaining. The faint smell of cigarette smoke and his usual cologne lingering on the fabric was comforting in a way. But you realize, you left something behind in the bedroom.

“Hey, Enjin, I think I dropped my underwear on my way into the bathroom. Did they fall on the floor somewhere—“

You pause, the remaining words failing to form as you take in the rather erotic sight before you.

Your husband sits on the floor, just outside the bathroom door as you predicted, stripped bare. Red flushes his skin from his cheeks down to his erect cock, which he fists furiously with one hand. The other hand holds your missing panties, pressed against his face.

Enjin doesn’t notice you at first, his eyes lidded as he focuses on working his hand up and down his cock, trying to relieve the aching arousal burning through him. “A-ah—fuck, y/n…” He groans, trying to imagine it was your hand instead wrapped around him as he works his hand faster, squeezing himself tighter. When he orgasms, he does so with a low swear.

Hot spurts of cum spill from the sensitive tip, coating his abdomen and thighs. The mess of white drips down his shaft which was still hard in his hand. Enjin huffs a frustrated whine, continuing to fist his cock until it was leaking so much slick that the sloshing squelch that resounded each time he ran his hand down had your cunt throbbing with your own need.

Your husband finally looks up at you and you tense up. His eyes appear glassy as they rake you over. His ears twitch ever so slightly. “S-shit. I hate you seeing me like this,” Enjin says, his voice somewhat breathlessly husky. His adam’s apple bobs with a thick swallow. “My rut’s started. Please. I need you.”

With such a pitifully helpless look on his face, you wouldn’t have known how to tell him no anyway if you hadn’t wanted him as bad as he wanted you. You were undeniably turned on by his little show, and Enjin shudders out a low moan when his cock slides through your gooey walls with ease.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Enjin slurs. His hands settle on your hips to rock you forward. He guides you back and forth, slowly at first, before settling at the pace he wanted, fucking into you harder. Faster.

He bunches his shirt up against your waist, but the sight of you wearing it stirs a possessive desire within him that he doesn’t want you to take it off. His canines graze against your neck, nipping your skin to leave purplish marks in their wake.

“Enjin~” you gasp, twisting your fingers into his hair, barely grazing his sensitive ears. The swell of his cock massages against your cunt’s walls as you continue to ride him. “T-that feels good. Keep going. That’s a good boy.”

Enjin whimpers at your praise. The compliment he’s so weak for goes straight to his throbbing balls. He shifts you slightly to piston his cock against where you’re most sensitive again and again, chasing the inevitable high he’d bring you.

“Shit. Shit. Tell me that again,” Enjin’s airy grunts and low moans fill your ears. His breath hitched as your walls flutter around his length. “I’m good for you, yeah? Tell me more.”

“Yes!” You gasp, pressing your chest against his as you grind down on him. “So good,” your words slur drunkenly on the addicting feeling of him. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you Enjin?”

The overwhelming ache caused by his rut flushed him down to his fucking toes, and your words combined with just being buried in your pussy was enough to have him forgetting all reason. And Enjin’s so far gone that his orgasm sneaks up on him. Before he can even think about pulling out, he’s cumming hot, thick ropes of white, making a mess in your cunt.

“Fuck—I’m gonna—“ You gasp. Enjin grinds up into you, forcing your hips against his while trying to fuck his cum deeper. You practically choke back a sob when you cum. He sloppily kisses your lips to drink up your squeals when his cockhead bullies against your g-spot, causing you to clench around him as pleasure coils through you.

“Babe…shit…” Enjin whimpers. He continues to rock you against his cock, pushing both of you through your overstimulation. “One more….” His hands snake up the shirt of his you wear, groping your breasts which elicit a low whine from you. “If I make you cum one more time, will you to tell me how good I am to you?”

Tamsy Caines - Fox

This fox is the bane of your existence.

Correction, you absolutely love your husband. However

He often fits the stereotype of the sly fox, and your marriage is full of teasing, often at your expense and for Tamsy's amusement.

But don't get him wrong. Tamsy absolutely adores you. You are his wife and mate for life, and he would worship the ground you walk on. He's honestly a jealous lover, and Tamsy hates it when any of the other Cleaners get too close to you. However, he's not going to say anything, all fake smiles and niceties.

You've been with him long enough though to pick up on his annoyance. It's hard not to notice the subtle way he grips your arm to keep you close or the way he'll interject in a conversation when he wants your attention. You also know him well enough to know that his irritability is a sign that his rut's approaching.

It's never directed toward you, of course. He's somewhat two-faced in that matter. Cold to everyone except you. And quite frankly, you're the only one who can ever control him, because Tamsy refuses to listen to anyone but you.

“You can be such an asshole, you know that?” You huff. Your husband follows close behind you with an all too smug look on his face. He closes the bedroom door while you throw yourself across the bed. “You know good and well that August and I are just friends. You didn’t have to be so rude when he asked for my measurements.”

“I don’t care. The only person who should be concerned with your bra size is me.”

“He didn’t even ask for that and you know it.”

You notice then how feverish Tamsy looks. He moves sluggishly as he removes his jacket. A growing bead of sweat runs across his brow. You sit up straighter, becoming concerned.

“Hey, are you okay? You don’t look well.”

“I’m just hot,” Tamsy dismisses, pulling at the collar of his shirt.

Your eyes narrow. He watches you with a sharp gaze as you stalk up to him and he shivers when you press the back of your hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up. When is your rut supposed to start?”

“My rut?” Tamsy mumbles. His foxlike ears twitch. He gives you a sly almost goofy grin and you know immediately that he’s in rut and he’s already out of it.

“Geez. I should’ve paid attention to the calendar. Come on, let’s get you into bed.” You guide Tamsy to the bed who surprisingly complies without a fight, only kicking off his pants and tossing his shirt to the side with complaints that they’re too hot.

Before you could walk away, Tamsy pulls you into his chest. His arms wrap around your waist, trapping you. “You know, I don’t like that I’m the only one undressed,” he muses, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. “Got me feeling self conscious.”

“Trust me, based on the way your dick’s poking my ass right now, I know you’re anything but.”

At that Tamsy laughs. He cups your cheek, his lips gracing yours gently. "Come on. Won't you help your poor husband out?"

Tamsy leans back against the headboard to watch you pull your shirt over your head and shimmy out of your bottoms. His hands settle on your hips, dragging his weepy cock against your slit. Your breath hitches, a shiver running through you.

On the other hand, Tamsy has to bite back a groan. His own arousal distorts his senses, filling his mind with a hazy lust and a strong desire to dominate you, to bend you over and fill you again and again until your cunt was dripping with his spend. His jarring thoughts make his cock throb. He exhales a sigh, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

“What are you thinking about, Tams?” You shakily ask, running your fingers across his sensitive ears. “You look conflicted.”

“You really wanna know?” He chuckles.

Suddenly, your world distorts as you’re flipped on your stomach. You don’t even have time to gather your bearings before Tamsy is over you, chest pressed against your back. “I’m thinking about mounting you. I’m thinking about how many times I’m going to fill your pussy and all the positions I’m going to put you in before my rut ends.” His breath tickles your ear. "And I'm thinking about how I want to devour you."

You groan as he presses the tip of his cock against your fluttering entrance, fisting the sheets beneath you. “Fuck—Tamsy, please.”

Tamsy grips your hips and bottoms out in a single thrust, making you gasp. He wastes no time pounding into you, ensuring that each mean snap of his hips presses flush against your ass to fill you to the brim.

His breathy groans fill your ear as he traps you under his body weight. Your needy cunt continues to suck him in each time Tamsy ruts into you, letting out an obscene squelch whenever his hips connect. You could feel the throbbing veins on his cock dragging against your gummy walls, pressing where you’re most sensitive. You gasp at the feeling, the uncomfortable stretch of him made your toes curl and stars dot your eyes.

He was too fucking deep.

You keen and whine against him, pulling at the sheets while helplessly. “T-Tamsy—fuck, wait, y-you’re—“

“Where are you going?” Tamsy pants, breathless. He grabs you by the hips, dragging you back to him. “You said you’d help me yet you’re running away.”

You squeal when he pins you underneath him once more. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix, causing your eyes to roll back. Tamsy hisses as your cunt clamps around him, his hips stuttering in their pace when he cums.

But there is no reprieve for you, Tamsy merely flipping you over into the next position he wants. You stare up at your husband, whose disheveled hair cascades down his back, his darkened gaze drinking you up. “Gods, y-you’re insatiable.”

Tamsy laughs, bending to nip at your ear. “Well that’s what you get for marrying a beast, no? You might as well get comfortable because you’re not leaving this bed for a while.”

Arkha Corvus - Black Panther

Your panther is so pretty.

Intimidating to all but you, you were drawn to the sheer beauty of Corvus’s sleek ears and tail. Initially, Corvus was hesitant around you, not sure why you’d taken interest in a predator, but your persistence grew on him. And Corvus absolutely adores you. You’re quite literally his heart and soul.

Your dynamic is somewhat interesting for others to watch. In public, Corvus exudes a subtle protection over you, standing just close enough without suffocating your space. He’s always on alert, ears at attention, while the most polite smile could be on his face that contradicts his defensiveness. At the same time, he’s attuned to your needs, listening to whatever you say intently.

Those who don’t know him think he’s being friendly. Those who do know him know that he’s guarding you, waiting for someone to make a wrong move.

While you are just happily oblivious to any murderous intent Corvus exudes toward anyone who disrespects you. Only gushing about whatever has piqued your interest or fawning over him.

And while he may not show it in public (he has an image to uphold as boss after all), in private Corvus loves to shower you with affection. You’ve learned that when he’s content, he will let out a low rumble-like purr. His tail will often wrap around your leg, making you giggle when in reality he’s trying to keep you close.

Even during his ruts, Corvus is still finding ways to put you first, prioritizing your needs above his own.

You whimper when the fat pad of Corvus’s tongue presses against your core. The rough texture was strange, but when his tongue flicked against your clit, the dizzying sensation had you gasping.

“A-Arkha…” your hands hover above his head, unsure of where to hold. You then use them to cover your mouth, trying to hide the embarrassing sounds leaving your lips when his teeth teasingly tug on your clit.

“You can grab my hair,” Corvus rumbles. He presses a kiss against your inner thigh before settling it over his shoulder. “No need to be gentle.”

And then his mouth is on you again, harsher. Sloppier.

This time, you don’t hesitate to pull at his locs, your hips bucking up in search of more relief. And Corvus relishes the slight pain as he pulls you closer against his face, hooking his arms around your thighs to keep them from closing.

“There you go…jus’ like that...” Corvus mumbles. "Keep making a mess for me."

Corvus eats you out as if you were a meal to be savored. His touch is soft and fluttering, drinking up your arousal with messy slurps and teasing flicks of his tongue. And your addicting taste only makes him groan. He tries to savor the moment, to slowly work you up until you break that Corvus doesn’t even realize how hard he’s gotten. The firm bulge of his erection strains against his slacks, desperately trying to break free, but his focus was on you.

After all, bringing you pleasure brought him the same satisfaction. And quite honestly, this was more for his enjoyment than yours.

His tongue drags up your folds with tantalizing precision, making your toes curl and your body tremble. You feel your head spin as the overwhelming pleasure overloads your senses once more.

"A-Arkha!" Your back bows off the bed, and you pull his hair so hard that a low growl rumbles in the back of his throat. Gasping, the slow build up to your orgasm hits you hard suddenly. Corvus guides you through it with his tongue until he’s satisfied with the way your legs shake.

"Are you okay, my love?" Corvus asks, resting his forehead against yours. His thumb traces gentle circles across your cheek, wiping some of your stray tears.

"M'okay... please Arkha," you beg. You wrap your arms around his neck to keep him close. "I need more."

Corvus chuckles. "Am I the one in rut or are you perhaps in heat?"

Before you could respond, his lips are against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The way he kisses you is full of need--desperate yet passionate--but still with the barest hint of restraint so not as to hurt you. You sigh when he pulls away, left feeling lightheaded.

Corvus moves to undress, shedding his remaining clothing. The sight of his throbbing length, thick and leaking excessive amounts of slick from tip, has you nearly shuddering from both excitement and nervousness.

“Hold on to me, okay?” Corvus instructs. “I got you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, tensing as you felt the fat head of his cock nudge through your pussy’s slick folds, trying to stretch your womb into the shape of his length.

A shiver coursed through him, his ears twitching to attention. Corvus knew then and there he was fucked. Just feeling you around him had him reeling. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to cum simply from bottoming out. And rut or not, he didn’t want to lose control. Not when it came to you.

“You gotta relax, sweetheart,” Corvus grunted. “You’re so tense.”

“I’m trying,” you whimper. “I-it’s just—y-you’re just—oh—“ He nudges forward, stealing your breath. “W-wait!”

The moment Corvus sheathes his cock all the way, hitting where you’re most sensitive, your toes curl and you’re gushing around him while crying out his name. It catches your husband off guard, not expecting you to cum so suddenly, let alone by him just pushing his cock in. But, fuck, if he didn’t truly enjoy the sight. And as he holds you steady as your orgasm trembles your body, the last threshold of Corvus’s composure breaks.

“M’sorry,” you babble embarrassed. “C-couldn’t help it. I-it just-ack!” Corvus suddenly folds your legs over his shoulder, pushing your knees toward your chest.

“Forgive me, my love,” Corvus says shakily. His breathing labored as he tried to steady himself, trying to resist the urge-and failing—from pressure hips deeper. Bending your legs further. “T-tried to control myself because I didn’t want to hurt you, but this time, I don’t think I can hold back.”

Zodyl Typhon - Bull

Zodyl is a sweet lover though a bit stand-off to others.

He’s big and intimidating, large horns curling from the base of his crown and a glower that makes most people steer clear. And since he’s not big on public displays of affection, many wonder what you see in him. Zodyl often just lingers, if not by your side, he isn’t too far behind.

Due to his size, his presence alone is suffocating, but you know him well enough to know that’s just how he is. It’s his own little way of protecting you.

But Zodyl is absolutely infatuated with you, and his endearing, albeit small, smile is only ever reserved for you.

Your husband is also, unfortunately the world’s most stubborn man on the planet.

He’s as hardheaded as it gets, and sometimes, as his poor wife, you have to deal with the brunt his antics, because the only one that could ever convince him to listen to reason is honestly you. Especially when it comes to his ruts, you have to make him listen to his body. He’ll fight it as long as possible, even going as far to hide it from you.

You could always tell, because it always starts with him avoiding you.

Zodyl will wake before you do and only come to bed long after you’ve fallen asleep, always leaving ample space in between you. But you pick up on the way he’s clearly uncomfortable in his skin, unable to relax and sweating profusely. He dodges your affection, turning his head when you try to kiss him.

At first, it used to bother you, the blatant rejection. But now, you turn it to a game and see how much you can push his buttons before he inevitably breaks.

You thought it would get to him if you had put on a new pair of pajamas. Red. Silky. And borderline lingerie from how short the bottoms were and how your nipples poked through the near sheer the tank top. Let’s say, you got more than the reaction you were hoping for when Zodyl pounces on you to tear the clothes off your body.

However, at the last second, he stops, almost as if realizing what he did, and tries to pull away. This time, you don’t let him.

“You always try to hide your ruts from me,” you mumble shyly. “It makes me feel like you don’t want me or trust me. Is it cause I’m human?”

At that, Zodyl’s expression softens slightly. “That’s not the case at all.”

“Then why—“

“Cause I won’t be able to stop myself,” Zodyl say bluntly. “I wont stop until you’re a whimpering mess coming undone on my cock. Until I’ve plugged your tight little hole with my knot and you’re overflowing with my cum. And even then, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be satisfied because I’m so addicted to you that I could breed you for hours and never get enough.”

You gape at your husband, unsure of how to respond. His expression remains serious but the slightest twitch of his ear reveals some emotion. Zodyl presses his nose against the side of your neck, grinning against your skin.

“You’re aroused.”

A flush burns across your face, shooting down to between your legs as your husband chuckles. Heat coils through you. And Zodyl can smell your growing need.

“Perhaps I was wrong. Is that what you want, wife?”

“Please,” you gasp.

And your plea is all it takes to finally break him.

He roughly puts you into the position he wanted, no longer hesitant about manhandling you. You stare up at him flushed, the wind knocked out your lungs, when he flipped you on to your backside.

“Stop squirming,” Zodyl grumbled. His cock swells within the confines of his pants, throbbing at the base. “Wearing those damn pajamas…just trying to rile me up.”

“Well, I got what I wanted, no?”

Zodyl shakes his head, smiling. “You’re such a brat.” You groan when he grinds forward, hips bucking up into you. You feel the thick bulge of him straining against the fabric, pressing hot and heavy against your pussy. “But it’s fine, I’m going to fuck you like you want.”

The moment your slick folds slide against him, Zodyl out a low swear, grips your thighs, and begins rutting into you. The thick girth of his shaft causes the most delicious stretch that has you gasping.

The blunt head of his veiny length reaches the deepest parts of your womb without Zodyl having to move much. His heavy, aching balls nudge against your clit as he thrusts against your ass, trying to fill you completely and imprint your cunt with the shape of his cock.

“A-ah—s-shit—Zodyl! Your whimpers only rile him up further. You hadn’t expected him to be so rough, kissing your cervix with each mean snap of his hips. And your fluttering walls only aided his frenzied trusts, so slick and wet that he could glide through with ease.

“Need…to…fuck…fill you,” Zodyl grunts. “Gonna breed…this pussy…have to—ah—want to get you—“ he whimpers as his cock and balls throb, aching for relief. And your name is such a sinful moan on his tongue that you think you could cum again from the sound alone.

He sounded so needy. So desperate. Despite being a predator, he was putty in your hands or rather, putty from the feeling of your pussy. Like a damn animal in rut.

“Oh-fuck!” Zodyl hissed. He shudders and his body lurches. And he’s spilling himself into your womb with a low curse. He cums hard, ropes of white painting your insides. But the burning desire of his rut doesn’t quell the slightest, his needs he’s ignored for so long not yet met. “Fuck. Fuck.“

Zodyl continues to move his hips, fucking you through his apparent overstimulation. “P-please. I want…”

“What do you want Zodyl?” You gasp.

His nuzzles against your neck, ears twitching. “M-my love…I want…”

His hips are almost frantic as they rut against yours, dragging his weepy cock through your plush walls. Trying to press deeper and deeper. But it wasn’t enough. Zodyl needed you closer, to feel you more.

So he folds your legs over his shoulders, pressing his weight against you. He grips your chin, his mouth suddenly hot and sloppily capturing yours to swallow your moans. His nips your bottom lip, the slight pain making you whimper.

Arkha Corvus - Gentle dom

oh, he’s been at his office for days, hasn’t he? he must be so stressed right? You just had to go help him!

Shhh, be patient, he has to go slow. Otherwise it’ll hurt, and you won’t be able to walk later, dove. Let him take the reins, alright?

You’ve been such a brat today, this is what you wanted, right? With all that teasing. He’s sorry, but you gotta learn how to be good♡

He’s always so sweet to you, putting your pleasure above his own. It’s one of the many ways he has of making up to you that he’s not around as much as he’d want to be :(

He likes to eat sweet things. Like you!

Enjin - Dom

Type of shit he’ll do to tease you.

He can’t take his eyes off you. How could he when the view is this good?

After a long, dangerous and tired mission, the only thing he needs is you.

Good morning, baby! ♡

Spread them legs for me.

Tamsy Caines - Meanest dom of them all

“You want to cum? Okay, then cum on me.”

Absolutely not, you won’t be getting anything else, you don’t deserve more.

He’ll disappear for a day off sometimes and then come back with the prettiest lingerie set you’ve ever seen. Just so he can fuck you in it. You wonder where he buys it though…

He loves to make you watch yourself in the mirror while he fingers you. He owns you and he wants you to know that.

This is as vanilla and loving that you’ll get from Tamsy Caines ♡

Gris Rubion - Gentle dom

Nights like these with him are usually like this. He doesn’t fuck, he makes love to you.

He really knows what he’s doing with those hands.♡

He doesn’t have to hold back when he’s with you right? Let him have this, yeah? Just for a little while. He’ll make it up to you later.

How sweet he is, isn’t he?

You’re so relieved when he comes back to you in one piece. And he has to make sure you’re real, you gotta feel he’s really alive.

Bro Santa - Gentle dom

He’s always so careful with you! And he’s sorry, but he has to make sure that you’re well bred! You can handle him, can’t you?

I’m sorry, but no one can’t convince me he isn’t a boobs man, and he’ll take any chance he gets to grab them ♡

Oh those sweet, sweet moments that you manage to get to yourselves… no missions, no kids, just you and him

Talking about those kind of days, just imagine waking him up like this

He’s the biggest of them all btw. Sure you can take it, right?

Jabber Wonger - Switch (heavy sub lean)

He loves it when you overstimulate him— the pain that comes when you don’t stop sucking the life out of him. Hell, he’ll beg for more.

Fuck yes! He loves it when you ruin his orgasms. Edge him. Edge him. EDGE HIM until he can’t anymore.

Push.his.head.in.between.your.thighs. He’d die a happy man.

Finger his ass. Teach him what it feels like to be stretched open (though he already does, this freak does it to himself too)

He enjoys being the one in pain, the one who gets punished and receive the meanest treatments from you. But he’ll take charge from time to time. Spices things up, don’t it?”

Follo Tunito - Switch (slightly service dom lean)

The first few times Follo and you were together were a bit awkward, fumbling and not knowing what to do or say because he had non to little experience. Thank god he’s a quick learner.

“Am I being good? How are you feeling baby?” Please tell him he’s doing a good job, he loves the praise.

Quick! You don’t have much time before you have to go on a mission! Gosh, couldn’t you both wait a bit longer?

He’d die before admitting that he loves it when you take care of him like this. But in the privacy of your room, he manages to ask you to do this for him ♡

To him, you’re a deity. And he wants to worship you in the ways he knows you deserve. He loves to have your body in his arms and just show you his love.

Semiu Grier - Dom

(drooling)

More often than not, this is the sight that greets you whenever you get to your room after mission that last too long. Can you blame her? Reading magazines isn’t enough anymore!

Semiu will never bottom, but she’ll let you slurp on her tits if you beg enough. (Pro tip: call her mommy, she’ll fold)

There’s absolutely nothing she loves more than using toys in bed with you! It’s just so fun ♡

Literally her wet dreams. Let her bounce on your face please, she promises to be careful. Mostly.

She’ll ride you to oblivion by humping her pussy against yours! Say thank you! ♡

Tomme Mima - Switch (sub lean)

She loves being roughened up, doesn’t she? That’s why she’ll willingly be on all fours for you. She’s so good to you, isn’t she? She deserves to have her reward, right?

Lip kisses! (Or well… those other lips kisses)♡

Makeup date where you were supposed to be trying the new eyeshadows, lipstick shades and brushes that you bought from the market… that took a turn when Tomme said she wanted to play with your pussy…

“W-wait!” The shriek coming from Tomme’s room when you entered while she was busy was loud. She’s so embarrassed but… if you want to watch her then… sure you can.

Awww, you’re both so cute and lovey dovey!♡

Zodyl Typhon - Mean dom

That fucking attitude of yours will get you nowhere, you want to cum so fucking bad? Hm, be grateful he’ll even let you do this.

Yeah, that’s right. Stay put like you should.

Shut up and take it. “That’s right, good little slut” Help him de stress. Everything is so loud lately that he just wants to loose himself in you for a while.

There’s no time for games or foreplay. Lay down and let him do his thing.

You did a good job today. Here’s what you asked him for.

Bundus Begalkeit - Dom

He’s a pretty old school man. But don’t get it twisted, it doesn’t mean that when it’s the right time, he won’t fuck you good. Because he will.

Listening to: Who’s you daddy by Toby Keith

“We can’t go raw, honey.” He tried to say to you when there were no condoms to be found. But he wasn’t really complaining when you guided him inside you.

He knows your body like the palm of his hand. His years of experience always come in handy for him— well, especially for you.

He has big ass hands.

Too Lily - Switch (heavy gentle dom lean)

“Who’s mommy’s pretty partner? You are baby! And you’re being so good for me too. Just a bit longer yeah? I want to enjoy you for a little longer”

She just loves you so much… let her hold you closer, yeah? She’ll make you feel good ♡

“You sure you can handle this strap? It’s pretty big” she asks you with just the tiniest bit of concern. Which goes away the second you start bouncing on it.

She loves to fuck you like this while still in her performance outfits. She finds it very hot.

Oh, she loves to eat you out. Won’t you sit on her face and ride it?

"The hell's so funny? His teeth gnash together in a grimace as he leaves it back up for the last time, a loud clang sounding as he reracks the weight. "Are you—WIFE?!" Enjin's words finally click in his thick head, and Bro feels something warm and hot settle in his gut and work its way up to his burly chest. Heartburn. Acid reflux, probably. Damn, I sound like an old geezer.

"Took ya long enough." Enjin rolls his eyes with a chuckle. "If you last half as long when you're screwin' her I can maybe see why she's so smitten." Bro sputters, perspiring for an entirely different reason now.

"Smitten? Screwi—you've really got it all wrong, En. We're not—she's not—I'm not—she's good with the kids! We're friends!" His voice has gone up an octave, a considerable feat when you recall the usual deep timbre he speaks with. Enjin shoots him a disbelieving look, and he shoots a pleading one back instead.

He was telling the truth!

Nothing had ever happened between the two of you - your relationship was entirely platonic. You were the newest addition to the Cleaners, a Giver more suited for defense than offense, and you had struggled at first to find your footing in a group until you had wound up in his. The kids had instantly taken to you and you to them, and he guesses he had taken to you, too. You were easy to get along with; smart, sweet, funny, caring, doting, motherly, pretty, breathtaking even, especially when you smiled.

Er- all that to say that it was strictly platonic between the two of you, which made this stupid, childish rumor of you being his wife all the more annoying. He's glad it hadn't reached your ears yet - you were young, younger than him anyways, and you had suitors out the ass lined up for a chance just to get your name, the last thing you needed was him of all people getting in the way of that. You seemed purely focused on the job now, but he was sure there'd come a time when your want for romance started kicking in and he wanted you to be unfettered in your search

So why does the thought piss him off to no end?

"Friends, right." Enjin shrugs his shoulders, seemingly disinterested, and Bro lets out a sigh of relief, broad shoulders losing some of their tenseness. "So it's cool if I take a shot?"

A glare similar to the ones he's always chastising Dear for takes over his features. "Don't play around like that, Enjin. She's not some toy that you pick up when you feel like fucking around. She deserves—"

"Hey." Your head appears in the door out of nowhere, your eyes landing on a now smirking Enjin before landing on him. Bro quickly snaps his mouth shut, nearly biting his tongue off in the process. "Please tell me that you've already taken the cake out of the oven and that's why you're in here chatting it up."

He gives you a sheepish smile, one hand coming up to nervously scratch at the back of his neck. "Uh, I forgot." You let out a huff and march into the gym and straight up to him. "Wha-hey!" You twist your hand into the front of his shirt and begin to pull him out of the room.

"You'd better hope that cake isn't burned or you're going to be the one to explain to Dear and Guita why they can't have it and whose fault it is, you got me?" You throw him a leveling look over your shoulder. "Sorry, Enjin, but I'm borrowing your friend."

"Take your time." Enjin grins like the sly bastard he is, and Bro can't even begin to send him as much as a warning look before he's spitting out his next sentence. "He's your husband, afterall."

You stop in your tracks immediately, and Bro begins to stumble over his words. You look over your shoulder, wide eyes locking onto his and lingering for a few moments before looking away.

"Anyways, think 'm gonna hit the bed. Night, you two. Cake and then to sleep, alright? We got enough little brats running around this pla–whoa, almost got me." Bro would have gotten Enjin with a slap atop his grotesquely small head had you not been in the way.

Enjin makes his escape, his laughter sounding down the hallway, and you two are left in an awkward silence. Ah, shit. Does he pretend nothing was said and go about business as usual and hope you do the same? Or does he address it and die a little inside? He'll check your reaction and decide then.... no reaction, double shit. He's going to have to pick one.

He mentally groans.

Why is this so hard? He makes split second decisions out there when he's battling trash beasts without a second thought, but this is what he struggles with? He's a grown ass man! Where's his balls?

Luckily for him, he doesn't have to decide, a familiar suckling noise growing closer and closer until Dear is standing in the doorway with pinched eyebrows and freshly done puffs in his hair.

"Dear!"

Before he can start tapping his foot away on the floor, Bro is gently untangling your fingers from his shirt, keen ears picking up on the hitch in your breath, and placing his hands on your shoulders as he looks to the little boy. "I think I smell that cake finishin' up. Let's go check it out, yeah?" He ducks his head down so he can speak a bit quieter, eyes now dropping to meet your own. "Unless you want to be the one doing the explaining instead?"

You smell freshly showered, the scent of vanilla and something else, something indisputably you, wanting up his nose, and he quickly steers his mind in another direction when it tries to explore the path of your shower routine.

"Oh, you wish. The cake was your job, your responsibility." You punctuate the words with a firm poke to his chest.

"Aw, c'mon, it was a group effort. Right, Dear?" Dear tilts his head and raises a brow, and Bro can't help but find it utterly adorable, even if he isn't hopping on the Save-Bro's-Ass bandwagon.

You're shooting him a smug smile, neither of you lingering on the fact that your hand has found its way back to his chest to rest, and that his have slipped from your shoulders to instead loosely rest at your waist. It's comfortable, familiar, and pissing the ever living hell out of Dear by the incessant tapping of his foot.

"Okay, okay, let's go before he brings the whole building down." You spin out of his arms and head over to Dear, your hands fluffing at his hair as a pleased look takes over your face. "I did a really good job, right? Guita let me do hers as well - kept them in for longer than ten minutes this time, too."

The three of you make your way to the cafeteria, easy conversation flowing between the two of you as the previous one tumbles down into the Pandora's Box of your minds, a box that would be opened sooner rather than later.

-

It was nothing short of a miracle that you hadn't gone utterly insane yet.

When Gris and the other supporters had come barging in to tell everyone of the kidnapping, a bottomless pit had formed in your stomach and refused to leave.

You had only been in the Cleaners for a year, in the group Child even less than that, but you had come to see all of them as your family, especially the ragtag bunch you had found yourself spending the majority of your time with.

You had never gravitated towards kids before, but Guita's hyperactivity and silliness had broken the ice and pulled you in, and Dear's quiet, baby-esque nature had kept you there, and Bro... he made it all work. Much like the function of his Vital Instrument, he was the glue that kept you all together, the foundation, the pillar, the head of the family.

You had come to care for him in a different way that you cared for the children. You loved them in a maternal way - you wanted to help them grow and develop, and your heart warmed every time they further developed their strengths and skills, and chilled whenever you saw so much as a scratch on them.

And for Bro... you loved him in a way that made your cheeks warm whenever he smiled at you. In a way that had your stomach doing flips anytime his skin made contact with yours, even something as simple as a dorky high-five after you took down a trash beast. In a way that made your lips curl into a bashful smile when he'd rain compliments and praise down on you for the most mundane of things. In a way that made your pulse quicken whenever his eyes would meet yours across a crowded room. In a way that made your body thrum with delight anytime he entered the vicinity.

In a way that made you sob with relief when you finally saw him walk through the doors of HQ, an exhausted yet still jolly Guita by his side and a soon to be asleep Dear in his arms.

You quickly add yourself to the ensemble - checking over Guita and halfheartedly fussing over her half dressed state, poking and prodding at Dear and wiping smudges of dirt off his freckled cheeks. Before you can assess Bro next, the chokers around everyone's who has just gotten back neck is going off with an order to report to Corvus's office.

He shoots you an apologetic look, looking tempted between staying or following orders. You make it easy for him, giving him a wobbly, yet wholly relieved, smile and nodding your head for him to go.

"It's okay. Go. I'll come by your room later... if that's okay?"

"Of course. You know my door is always open for you." He lingers a while, the other Cleaners walking past the two of you, before finally following along with the rest of them.

You let out a shaky breath leave you, hands moving to wipe at your wet cheeks, and abruptly freeze when you notice Riyo's hawk-like gaze focused on you. "Oh, Riyo, you look–"

"Like hell, I know. But more importantly," she strides over, her grin growing more and more the closer she gets. "Enjin was totally right. You two are definitely working on a litter of rascals."

You blink.

You blink again.

"I.. I am going to pretend that you're not insinuating what I think you are and leave the room." You turn to leave, but she calls out to you before you can clear the room.

"I'd jump on that soon if I were you. Just think, if you feel that way about him, 'm sure someone else does too. Wouldn't want someone to snatch him up." And with that she's gone, leaving you to turn that statement around in your head over and over until it's finally time to go and see Bro.

The meeting had taken longer than expected, which makes complete sense considering the magnitude of the situation they were in, and you had checked in on Guita and Dear, the both of them positively knocked out in their respective rooms, before making your way to Bro's room.

You give the wood of the door three quick knocks before pushing it open without waiting for a response, a bad habit of yours, but excusable considering the reason (you hope). You find Bro sitting on his bed, shirt on the comforter beside him, and a sharp gasp leaves you at the sight of the large, purple bruises decorating his body.

"Oh," he calls your name. "It's not as bad as it looks."

"Really? Because it looks pretty freaking bad." The self censorship comes without a second thought. You close the door behind you and quickly make your way to the bed, hands moving to touch him but stalling mid-air, not wanting to hurt him. "Why haven't you gone to see Eishia?"

"She tired herself out fixin' up Zanka - kid really took a beating. We weren't sure if.." He trails off, and the worry you had felt suddenly seems so inconsequential compared to what he must have felt up there. "I thought.. Dear was scared.. I was scared."

You give a sad sigh of his name, heart twisting and aching in your chest. Bro has never been all that open with his feelings and fears, whether from repression or just a lack of knowing how to open up you weren't certain.

"I just kept thinking that we had to make it out of there, ya know? That I had to get them -us- home. To you." His gaze falls to you, and your heart leaps up into your throat. "And then I started thinking what if this morning had been the last time I saw you? That the last thing I said to you was some corny joke about corn flakes of all things." You choke out a laugh past the emotion in your throat. "Then suddenly everything I've ever wanted to say to you started going through my head—one after the other, gave me a damn migraine it did."

He winces as if he can still feel it, and you can't help but take his face in your hands and cradle it as if you can take all his pain away. His skin is hot underneath your palms, his gaze even hotter, and you find it hard to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling in time.

Strong arms loop around your hips and draw you nearer, and your body sings as he buries his face into your stomach, arms tightening around you. "I want this."

"This? A hug? Of course, whenever—" He shakes his head against you, grip tightening even further, and you briefly wonder if he can hear the heavy thuds of your heartbeat. Your fingers slip into soft tendrils of hair, pads of them rubbing at his scalp.

"I want you. All of you. Anything you're willing to give. I'll take it. Even if it's nothing but what you've already given, that's fine, I just need to know you'll always be here with us."

Your lips tremble as fat dollops of tears drip down your cheeks, and you sniff as your nose begins to run. His hand smooths up your back and soothes comforting circles into it. "I want—.. I want you, too. I always have."

The tension in his body seeps away immediately, his body melting into yours, and you look down just as he looks up. Your faces close the distance in sync, and fireworks shoot off in your stomach the moment his lips press against yours. It's soft, tender, nerve-wracking, but oh so wonderful, and despite your lips trembling against his you kiss him harder and he returns it in earnest.

His hands pull you down to straddle a sturdy thigh, big hands moving to cup the sides of your throat, thumbs underneath your chin and tilting your head up to allow him better access, and your lips opens at the behest of his tongue, and he makes a home of it inside your mouth. It rubs alongside your own, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

The kiss devolves into something less sweet and chaste, and into something desperate and unrestrained. You suppose it's the months of yearning from both ends, the months of quick glances, ghosts of touches, nervous smiles, double meanings hidden behind innocent words, you suppose it's all of it.

Your lips part when the need to breathe outweighs the want to stay connected, but he takes it in stride, mouth moving to press wet, heated kisses down the column of your throat. "Let me know if it's too much." He rasps, and you absentmindedly nod, your mind too preoccupied on thoughts of this not being nearly enough. There's an.. ache. It's persistent and ever growing, and each shift of Bro underneath you makes it further bloom.

He sucks a bruise onto your skin, and you stutter out a moan of his name, hips unconsciously rocking against the muscle of his thigh. One of his hands grip at the fat of your backside, and you weakly cry out when he pushes your hips down harder against him. "I can feel you. Shit, you're soaked."

"S-Sorry. I'm sorry, I-ah." You throb in your panties, clit pulsing with each accelerated beat of your heart, and a new rush of arousal comes rushing out of you at the guttural groan that leaves him. Suddenly, he's falling back against the bed and pulling you with him. Your hands brace against his chest, and something in you chirps in approval when you realize his heart is beating just as fast as yours, if not faster.

"Don't ever apologize for showing how much you want me. Besides," he gives you a naughty grin that has your lids lowering. "I can't really talk." He doesn't leave you confused for long, his hands effortlessly moving you so your clothed cunt is directly atop the bulge in his pants. You suck in a sharp breath of air, back slightly arching, and grind your hips down against him. The both of you moan in sync. "I've wanted this for months.. You have no idea how many times I've thought about you."

The bed underneath the both of you moves with your movements, each roll of your hips making the mattress bounce, and you're beyond thankful that the frame is relatively new. His fingers slip underneath the hem of your shirt, hot palms exploring the skin underneath, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you move faster. "At night, I would think about you.." You admit.

"Yeah?" He breathes out, his eyes taking in each and every facial expression you make. "Me too."

"I-I would think about you touching me and.. and.." His jaw clenches, and your train of thought is interrupted as he maneuvers you out of your shirt, leaving you in a flimsy sports bra that quickly joins your shirt on the floor.

"Where would you think about me touching you? Here?" Big hands grab handfuls of your breasts, and you hurriedly nod, dripping hole clenching around nothing. Calloused fingers grip and pinch at your nipples, drawing sounds out of you that would make you want to crawl somewhere and hide if you were in your right state of mind. His mouth is on them next, lips locking around the hard bud and sucking while he kneads at the other one. His hips buck up between your legs, and you huff, your hands moving to grip the waistband of his jeans.

"Off.. take them off." It comes out as a whispered plea, and he detaches from your nipple with a loud pop, the cool air wafting over the now wet, sensitive bud. "I want you inside - please."

"Not yet. Fuck, don't pout like that honey. Soon, I promise. I've just gotta.. I gotta taste you first." He pops the button on your pants, and with a few strong tugs they're off and across the room, leaving you in a pair of underwear that are now soaked through with your juices. He drinks you in, a flush taking over his face, and you fight the urge to cover up. His gaze is all-consuming, all-seeing, not leaving a scar or mole or mark unseen, and you wilt under his gaze, just to immediately blossom at his breathy beautiful.

Oh, if you could love him any more you would.

Just as before, he moves you where he wants you, and your body heats at the new, foreign position. He's got you hovered over his face, thighs bracketing his head, and the only thing visible when you look down is his drunken eyes that look up at you.

"I don't know if we should—you won't be able to b-breathe, ohh." His eyes don't leave yours as he presses open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, and your head falls back as he presses a kiss to your clit.

"What makes you think I need to do a silly thing like that, hm? C'mon." He tugs you further down. "Take your seat." He kisses you again, and the muscles in your legs give out, a yelp leaving you when he immediately takes advantage, mouth opening wide and sucking. The sound is lewd and makes your ears burn, and your hands fly to the headboard to assist you in keeping your balance.

His spit replaces the arousal in your panties just as quick as it leaks out of you, and when he finally hooks a finger around the seat of your panties and yanks it to the side, revealing your bare cunt to his mouth you nearly die. Every muscle in your body winds up tight, and tears bead at the corners of your eyes as his tongue swipes over an engorged clit, through puffy folds and down to your empty hole to fill it up.

You choke on a shout of his name, eyes squeezing shut and hands moving to slap over your mouth to keep your voice down. You hear a gulp come from him, and a whine is muffled beneath your palm. He pushes his tongue in and out of your hole, a prelude of things to come, and your heart rate quickens as you feel yourself hurtling towards that edge.

Suddenly, a thick digit is pushing up into you, lips wrapping around your clit, and your walls eagerly suck him in. Oh, Gods. He pushes it in to the last knuckle, and your lashes flutter shut as you come without warning, pussy clamping down hard as you do.

He lets you bask in it, finger pulling out and mouth detaching from you. He helps you down to lay beside him, and you fight to calm your breathing, chest heaving as you do. Bro props up on his elbow to get a better look at you, hand smoothing down your chest and settling on your stomach. He rubs it, fingers sinking into the flesh there, and then it's dipping lower. "Do you want more?"

He's leaving the decision up to you, and a spacey smile finds its way onto your lips as you nod. He smiles back and leans down to kiss you, his hair, now unrestrained by his headband and his braid somehow having come loose, pools around you.

His hand spreads your thighs apart as his lips move against yours, and you hum as he moves between them, his body now hovering over yours. You lift your legs, feet flat against the bed, and he shuffles closer, and that's when you feel him. You break the kiss to give him a disbelieving look, and he gives you one of confusion, eyes searching your face. "What is it? What's the matter?"

"You're big."

"I'm too heavy? Guess I have been packing away the burgers." A sheepish look comes across his face, and you shake your head and try to look down between the two of you, only to quickly snap your gaze back up when you get a visual of it. "What're you—oh. Oh. No, baby, it's okay. I'll go as slow as you need me to - you know I'd never hurt you." He comforts, but there's a hint of pride and smugness underneath. "Right?" He presses a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Right, but--"

"No but's, just let me take care of you."

His mouth closes over your own once again, and some of the stiffness that had settled in your body dissipates. One hand slips underneath you to rest at the dip in the bottom of your spine, and he tugs you a bit closer, hefty cock slotting up against you. You gasp into the kiss, the hotness of him shocking you, and you feel him twitch against your folds.

He parts from your lips and rests his forehead against yours, eyes focused on yours. "We'll start with just the tip, okay?"

"Okay."

His other hand gathers the slick between your legs and spreads it over the length of him, and you take in a stuttering breath as he slides the head of him down through your folds until he reaches your entrance. His tongue wets his lips, and he slowly starts to ease himself in. Your hands fly to his shoulders, nails biting into the tanned skin, and he coos down at you.

"Relax, I've got you." He pushes in a tad bit more, pausing at even the slightest furrow in your brow and pressing kisses to every piece of skin he can reach until you're ready for him to keep going. "You're doing so good for me, angel. Look at you. Almost there, we just got a little more, you can take me, I knew you could. Ngh, shit, that's my girl."

He's finally nestled deep inside, both of your breaths mingling with your pants, and your toes curl at the feeling of being stuffed full. It feels as if he's carved out a spot just for him -only for him- and you clench at the thought, fingers intertwining at the back of his neck as you pull him down into a dizzying kiss.

His thrusts start off slow, calculated, and you can feel the restraint in his muscles, his body seeming to thrum and vibrate with effort above you. Once the motion becomes easier, once he's properly stretched you out and allowed you to adjust, he picks up the pace, just a tad.

Drool spills from the sides of your mouth, the kiss turning into a desperate mashing of lips and rubs of tongues, and his hands cup the backs of your knees and push your legs up. The new angle drives him deeper, harder, his full balls clapping against the curve of your ass, and your hands move to his hair, fingers twisting and tangling in the strands as you fight to ground yourself, but he makes it hard.

He gives you slow, deep thrusts, letting you feel every single thick inch of him. "You feel so good," his voice is strained, and you blink up at him through bleary eyes. "Taking me in so good—mm, fuuuuck. Listen to ya - listen to this pretty pussy tell me how good I'm fucking her."

You gasp out his name, ears burning at his crude words, but even still you find yourself wanting him to say more, wanting him to keep pushing you down into the soft mattress with every push of his hips. Wanting him to never pull out - to stay inside of you just like this until neither of you could stand it anymore.

Each push in is accompanied by a loud squelch and a breathless huff from you, and your head falls back against the pillows. Sweat drips off of him and onto you, his skin gleaming under the glow of the light, and your hands slip from his hair and down onto his slick shoulders.

Every drive of his cock into you pushes out a little bit of your sense until you're a drooling, bumbling mess beneath him. "So good- feels so good. I love it.. O-oh! Yesyesyes!"

His nose nudges against yours, warm breath panting against your jaw as his pace quickens and he grows rougher. More and more until he's pumping into you with reckless abandon, your cries mixing in with his grunts and groans. "Hah, hell.." A string inside you is stretched taunt, threatening to break and send you hurtling at any moment. "'M gonna pull out 'n cum on your stomach. That okay?" Your eyebrows furrow at the suggestion, and you whine out a 'no'.

"Inside.. cum insi—mmph!" He smashes his mouth against yours, hips grinding into yours, and he keeps you in place with a strong grip on your waist, your now free legs moving to hook around his hips. His rhythm becomes sloppy, uncoordinated, and he breaks the kiss to pant out a sentence that has you coming harder than you ever have before. It rips through you, a complete shock even though you had felt it brewing, and he follows immediately after, fat cock spurting out thick ropes of hot cum, and it settles deep inside you where it's always belonged.

The come down is gradual, gentle, he guides you through it with ghosts of kisses and whispered words and feather-light touches. You're tucked into his chest, side of your face pressed against his hot skin, and the steady beat of his heart threatens to lull you to sleep, your eyes drooping and your breaths slowing.

He presses one last kiss to the top of your head, his earlier words quietly repeated, and you repeat it back to him, voice sleepy but full of conviction nonetheless.

“Yes sir…” you breathed, nothing but a whisper as you watched the muscle in his forearm jump from beneath half-lidded lashes. Listening to the slurry of wet noises he was beginning to draw from you, and huffing out a choked little gasp each time his palm kissed your sticky clit.

His fingers curled with an obscene ‘squelch!’, petting somewhere deep and tender that had your lashes fluttering closed and a shaky breath escaping from between your parted, raw-bitten lips.