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obsessed reader ! who couldn’t bare waiting any longer to get her small paws on her mailman ….older ! Mailman dex who oh so gently always offered help on his last shifts every week . With his salt and pepper beard and golden strands peeking out with each bounce of long legs as he came to her .

Fridays to be precise—mowing her lawn …. building her new furniture along with taking the empty boxes back with him as he left with a few cookies or boxed soup . Stared at him with those sweet tempting eyes , a gaze so enchanting the man’d leave with a pitched tent and sweaty armpits . Shook his head with a strangled grunt as he slammed the door of his big white truck , turned his head and watched as you wiggled on tipie manicured toes and buttered skin — the purple nightgown that barely covered your perfect tits draped over your frame in a ethereal way. This with a tilt of your head , a shy smile and you’re gone , door closing—getting him back on earth before screeching his way down the road . Told himself he would only now drop your packages by your porch and make quick to leave .

Thing is the second he started his new routine , Dex being so engrossed in ignoring you , couldn’t notice the pair of eyes watching . observing him intensely behind white lace curtains — jaw clenched and fists twitching at the bottom of big t-shirts , the ones you started wearing after barely showing your face to your neighbours :( sick to your stomach that your “lover” refrained from helping … refrained from smiling , speaking , praising , just anything . Interacting with you . One day as he left again without knocking on your front door , your head swivels slowly to your side and into the view of bedroom —walls covered by pictures . Photographs of him , wearing one of his t-shirts again and bare underneath . With tuffled hair at all degrees and a souless gaze , expression clearly showing missed hours of sleep .

You waddle quickly , entering the space , you throw your body into one of the walls of the dimmed bedroom . “ d-did i ever do anythin’ to u ? “ a ragged breath is taken from your lungs as your fingers slide over one particular photography of Dex…. On the floor of his own room ….. one palm holding his thick sack slobbering over skinny white jeans with the other stroking over the length of the curve of his dick , up and running precum out a pretty slit — moaning . Grunting . Gultural — you remember every moment because you were there behind the brick wall of his home by the huge window… his adress ? How did you get it ? well enough hacking studies can do well to one intellect .

Your eyes watched while fumbling your own needy bud underneath a short jean skirt and honeyed slick slipped down your thighs. “ n-no that can’t be “ you repeat stepping back , shaking your head and thinking about how your beloved is currently leaving you behind , removing you from his life . You could’ve sworn there was something there , he wants this as much as you do so why — oh .

oh well . Guess he should’ve thought better before you get a hold of him right ? you smile . Satisfied at the view infront of you — dex tied and bloodied from his head , still unconscious with you sitting between the wide stance of his legs on your calves with smaller paws undoing the buckle of his belt .

“W-hat are u doin’ sweetpea…”

A slow lookup from you and you realize that the wine bottle used to knock him down failed to do it’s job—atleast not for the 30 minutes you had hoped for . Eh . He’ll get out with a small head trauma nothing too serious right . Your mailman—husband— whatever is confused and dazed with arms tied behind his back . The smile you give is unsettling yet adorable as wiggle before giving a gentle finger on his lips “ shhhh go back to sleep dexie , need ya to relax for me . “ With a bite of plump lips and a giggle , he only realizes his surroundings as your smaller hand envelops his flacid dick . His breathing picks up and he tries to get a use of his own palms but can’t . “w-wait a minute ( ! ) let’s talk for a second—“

Too enamoured by the feeling of him , you only give a giggle “ was so mean to leave me without a word all these weeks daddy …. “ Dex sees the gears work inside your mind before you lift your head again to frown meanly at him “ u don’t like me no more ? Huh ? “ a pout and a huff “i’ll fix it don’t worry . See here i promise …i’ll make u feel so good , won’t leave me no more “

ninnie’s note_> well well well , look at that . loved writin for him by the way . Will do it again by the way .

crocodile hybrid ! pope pouncing human form siren ! Reader — scales rubbing on scales because of the monstrosity he’s got for a cock , you bite thick tanned biceps as he rams in so delightfully inside a wet drenched cunt both by water and your honeyed slick “love using ur songs to lure me in huh ? that’s what u was doin fishy ? Seen me across the creek for months , teasin’ me starin’ me down…..jus wanted me so bad u had to sing ur way through my head ? Now look at this princess cunt suckin’ papa in “ his hair is wet in a deep brown with slither of pepper in here — and eyes are a golden yellow as he stares at the side of your face for pretty little nose crunches from you , chub and muscles of mass envelopes you whole you see stars laughing at you . The harshness of his hips slamming your ass sends you into psychosis .

You yelp as his teeth sinks in a cannibalistic way through the though skin of your siren ears — a strident scream leave your vocal cords as you grip the rocks beneath you then— scratching your naked form , your hair’s a mess and purple eyes glow slightly . Moaning so loud you’re sure the rest of his brothers hear it from the other side of the land before your own — pope knows he’s trespassing . Knows your dad probably will murder him from knocking up his daughter but why would he care when his long tail twirls against your clit in quick strokes . “ f-fuck u , stupid psycho ! get off m-me …. Ugh papa “ a strangled breath is taken between each words , you’re pathetic — Not even hearing your own words , slobbering and loving each slides of his dick and veins within you — been wanting it for months . Pope chuckles slightly before grunting and filling your hole with thick loads of cream “hmmm , hate me hmm bad sweetheart ? Too bad u havin’ my kid now “

ninnie’s note_> lowkeyyyyy rafe cameron sounds kinda good right now . Well here take dis . I’d like to imagine he’s in his 30’s right dere :3

Older stepbrother rafe ! with a thick dirty blonde mustache— he frowns down at you , buzzcut shining in the late afternoon as sun rays hit his six foot something self , he stands with crossed arms still In the doorway of the entrance of your home . You’re pouting ( again ) doesn’t like that . Doesn’t like when you’re mad at him because it always ends up in a situation kinda like this one right here , you’re bare — shaking and frail as u suckle on his tip , bent over with a pretty arch in your back . “ wanna tell me now huh ? wanna tell ur brother what’s goin on in that nogin of urs ? “ and you choke as saliva and precum froth at the sides of your mouth , long stiletto nails scratching at his milky tanned thighs for air — you feel a tightness in your chest . The frown is still present and he makes sure your nose rubs along the smooth hair at the bade of his cock , making sure you’re vocal cords get ruined since you wanna act mean and tough . A roll of your eyes tells him that “ brain’s mushy huh ? feeling dizzy sissy ? maybe u’ll think again before stressin’ me out after work “

Older neighbour dex ! Who was usually a helpful friend but now loves seeing you sweat . Yelp . Cry and whine on his dick while he takes you in the middle of his backyard — makes you choke on thick fingers that previously worked on lawn and crops , one hand still fully gloved grips at the bottom of your jaw as he presses down hard at the back of your throat :( he’s so pretty and rough , hair tuffled and messy and gaze grouding while dark . “ lookin’ like one of my pretty lil flowers huh ? love when i hit deeeep in there baby ? Love when dad rewards u for bein’ so helpful ? “

your nails keep diggin deep in your palms drawing blood as tears drip and paint ur cheeks full of gorgeous summer like shades — wrist tied to the ground by ropes tied to the duck coop’s wooden fence , pretty flower nightgown risen all the way to your throat revealing an well oiled and buttery body — he makes sure you look at him , flannel in the wind exposing his chest and jean bellow his ass . Mustache still wett from your previous orgasms “ look at thaaaaaat “ pushin all the way in , mushroom tip twitches at the view your pretty pussy gives him , his forehead against yours as he looks down “ fertalizin’ my pretty gardennnnn , such a doll ain’t u “

Speaking at your wet cunt’s spraying out the grass beneath both of your bodies with another orgasm “ w-anted tuh make u proud papa “ . He laughs mocking your pout — bitin pink lips “ won’t even need to buy anything anymore with u round huh ? my lil helper “

n1nnie’s note_> head jus full of psychotic charas lemme get my emotions out a sec . Enjoy !

titus danforth stealin pieces of clothing from your laundry basket the second you come back to your home . Strippin before watchful eyes full of hunger as gears worked within his mind . From your long curls , your hand comes up to swipe them over you shoulder while bending over . Bare and pussy straight in his lane . He could smell your slicks from here . Excited to get his paws on those white knickers , drenched in sweet webs and sweat . He palms at his crotch , cargos rubbin roughly along his length as it frothed precum . After gettin in the bathroom he slides , gray hair shining in the sunrays coming through frilly red wine curtains — “ what a sweetness “ gruntin he takes a couple with greed , almost dumpin the whole wooven basket in a big sporty bag then stops at your knickers , starin intensely at the wet patch at the center of the cute underwear . He sighs into the cotton fabric , bitin and lickin at it like a dog — rough hands almost rip it apart , grunts and deep hums leave his chest at thr taste .